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The Battle Beyond the Field

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Xana Reaper Shadow

Prologue: The year is 3015, one millennium after the fifth intergalactic war for Earth. In the process of the war, the planet was left in ruin, nearly destroyed. The planets cities have now been rebuilt, and the human race thrives with nearly every race in the known archives.

A lowly human reporter, barely 19, is on his way to the haven city Cliffside manor in Russia, just north of Moscow. The report he is doing will determine his career as a news reporter, and he hopes that he will succeed. The young male had contacted the UNSC founder and Commander-In-Chief, Xana Reaper Shadow, a legend in the military world of Earth.

Commander Shadow had agreed to be interviewed, in hopes that the world would once again accept him into its modern day society, so that he could order a tactical comeback for his broken military. Shadow had been exiled by the humans after winning the war for their planet, an unjust judgement to be levied against an intergalactic hero.

The young reporter needed this interview to discern his skills and his careers continuation, and hoped that the commander wasn't joking when he agreed to be interviewed, as such would ruin the boys career.

CHAPTER ONE: THE BEGINNING

The young reporter pulled into the circle drive of the Cliffside manor and shut off the engine, looking around in awe of how well kept the grounds were. He then got ou of the vehicle and gathered the audio/video equipment he needed, and approached the house hesitantly, clearly nervous about the interview, as he gathered every question in his head that he would ask. He knocked on the door and a voice came in over the intercom next to the door, asking who it was and why they were there. "I am reporter james Williams, here to speak with Commander Shadow. We had a pre-arranged interview appointment." The locks on the door opened and the voice came back on. "come on in, I am in the living room, at the end of the foyer, please proceed directly to the living room and set up your equipment." The voice said, sounding broken and tired. "Y-yes sir." Said the reporter before he entered the house and went to the living room, setting up his equipment immediately.

In the darkest corner of the room sat a recliner, a man wearing a prototype UNSC issue armor set, the helmet sitting on the arm of the chair, with an armored arm resting on it. The only light in the room came from the red glow of the armor's details, red slitted pupils seeming to glow as they refracted the dim light. "I have been expecting you james, welcome to my home." Said the commander. "thank you sir. I must say, I very highly admire how well kept the grounds are." Responded james. Xana chuckled softly, his voice almost weak. "well when you are exiled by the entire human race, the only thing you can do without being noticed is keep up your grounds." James laughed softly, hesitantly. "I have to agree with you, though I have never been exiled."

James activated the recording equipment he had brought with him, before sitting down in a folding chair that had been provided by xana. "are you ready to begin sir?" James asked. "yes I am." Xana replied. James took out a notepad, on which he had written down the questions he would ask. "Let's start at the beginning of the war. What caused the war?" James asked, his tone of voice very solemn, almost saddened. "the war started without warning, and we hadn't had time to prepare our forces"

CHAPTER TWO: THE BEGINNING

NARRATION: The scene fades to a flashback of the day the war started. It was a day like any ordinary day. Cadets and enlisted troops roamed the grounds of the base, while civilian life carried on outside the confines of the compound's walls.

The base was teeming with enlisted soldiers carrying out their routine tasks, such as cleaning their living quarters, practicing at the various firing ranges, and practicing combat techniques. The cadets were scrambling to their classes and their designated training grounds to begin various war games and exercises. Civilians passed in and out of the gates of the compound. Some carrying folders with identity documents, others with enlistment forms and douffel bags filled with uniforms. Commander Shadow was in a very important meeting, deciding what the next step in Spartan augmentation would be, and whether or not to open new pilot programs, such as the veritech aerial combat, and the battlemech ground combat programs, into beta.

The UNSC sub-orbital early warning systems activated an alarm, which in turn caused commander shadow to rush to the control room in the central tower of the base. When he got to the early warning monitor, he could not believe his eyes. Thousands of medium yield nuclear warheads were inbound, the targets being the major cities of the planet. Commander Shadow immediately sounded the base and city sirens, coming over the base intercoms. "All troops and cadets, report to your respective squads and arm up. We are under attack! This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill!" The soldiers did not question, but instead did as instructed, the aerial combat pilots rushing to their aircraft and powering up the engines, scrambling in rapid succession.

Commander shadow got on the horn to the pilots and transmitted coordinates for the nearest warheads, the pilots altering their courses, and heading to the ones they could get to quickest, their aircraft retrofitted for orbital flight. The commander then ordered the ground troops to take up defensive positions, knowing that there were opposing forces already in the city, and got on the horn to all international and domestic branches of the UNSC, alerting them that the planet was under attack. The UNSC had not lost a war yet, and shadow did not intend to start losing today.

After fifteen minutes of preparation, the UNSC ground troops were ready for a full fledged war. The Spartans were outfitted with their own cutom armor sets, and custom weapons that they had earned. ODST drop pods rained from the sky like the rain from a typhoon all over the planet, equipped with standard suppressed weapons and tactical equipment. The cadets rallied to their respective squads, equipped with marine armor, and standard assault weaponry, as they had not been trained with anything else.

Enemy troops flooded the streets, firing at anyone in their crosshairs, like savage beasts that knew nothing other than destruction. The UNSC troops faught back valiantly, but at the cost of millions of casualties, both military, and civilian. By the end of the day, most of the world's cities lay in ruin from the battles that took place, and the battles that were still occurring. Troops from either side were low on ammunition, and were scavenging what they could from their fallen comrades. The battles had several intermissions, while each side recooperated and rearmed.

The war raged on for a week before the invaders fell back into the shadows, retreating, or so the defending forces though. What was really happening, was that the invaders were regrouping and standing by, awaiting orders and observing the Earth's population. The people of earth attempted to clean up the messes that were made, as widows wept over their fallen spouses, parents mourning the deaths of their children. Commander shadow roamed the battlefield, searching for injured survivors, setting off rescue beacons for each one he located, helping them the best he could with the limited supplies he had on his person at the time before the retrieval squads came and relocated them to the tactical retreat bunkers to get the care they needed.