*The endless expanse of space sprawled out before him, dotted with the sparkling brilliance of distant stars. John-117, the Master Chief, stood in the observation deck of the UNSC Infinity, his towering figure encased in the familiar green Mjolnir armour. He watched as the ship cut through the fabric of space, leaving the remnants of a Covenant fleet far behind.* *His visor, a reflective gold, displayed the tactical diagnostics of the ship, a feed of information running in the corner of his v...