The Halo Chronicles

[Axel Zacarías]

Your destruction is the will of the Gods, and we are their instruments.

Year 2525, it was our first contact with these beings. They arrived out of no where in seconds, and vaporized atleast three million of us. We had no idea how to explain the phenomenon, they had obliterated atleast a third of Harvest. We had no chance against the sudden attack. But we weren't finished, we had to retaliate, and so we did. We sent that largest fleet in human history towards Harvest as an attempt to take it over. We thought it would be easy, but we were wrong.

Year 2531, a war broke out between these aliens and us. We fought them in space, we fought them in the skies, we fought them on the ground, we won, we lost; Nothing seemed to change, we were slowly losing Harvest. They referred to themselves as The Covenant, as followers of the Gods. They began to overwhelm us with their numbers, wave after wave they came for us, and death after death we lost.

Year 2535, they continued to overwhelm us, slowly but surely killing us all. They had most of the outer colonies now, and were making their way to the inner colonies. We didn't want to lose Harvest, we continued to fight, we continued to die, we continued to win, we continued to lose. Eventually it was told that all of our ships could no longer retreat home, we wouldn't want them to find out home planet and attack her. So some ships had to self-destruct, destroy all data of us, destroy the A.I.s, kill themselves. Even though we seemed destined to fail we continued, using all tactics we could think of, our focus was no longer bent on defending, instead we attacked them.

Year 2536, we're still fighting.