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You remember your home, the green fields and blue sky, the countless stars lighing up the night. You remember how happy you were with your parents and your siblings. But that was before the monsters came.
You watched as the bulbous, blue and purple ships released glowing arcs of super-hot plasma and turned the surface of your home to molten glass. You watched as thier long, sleek fighters weaved and bobbed through the formations of the evac ships, burning the ships of your friends and family. You watched as the Navy warships melted and turned to slag as they stood thier ground and gave the surviving evac ships a chance to make the jump to Slipspace.
For weeks after that day, you laguished in the orphanage, sometimes weeping with the agony of your loss, sometimes seething with anger at the monsters that took your world from you. You learned the name of the monsters, one of the orderlies told you. They were called the Covanant. You learned that your world was not the only one lost to the alien menace. The human colonies had once numbered in the hundreds, now there were only a handfull.
You also learned about the Spartans. The news broadcasts showed huge people, close to three meters tall, and cased from head to toe in shiny green armor. You watched as one of the armored soldiers grabed a Covanant warrior and slamed it's head into the hard stone ground, spraying purple alien blood across the screen. The newsman said that the Spartans were going to win this war.
One day, a man dressed in a Navy uniform came into the orphanage. He walked right to you, past all of the other kids in the over-crowed bunk room. He walked up to you and asked your name. You answer nervously. He then askes you to place your thumb on a device he produced from his pocket. You feel the sharp prick as a blood sample is taken. The device begins to whir and hum. Suddenly your heart leaps to your throat, you know your future depends on whether or not this little box likes what it finds in your blood. The seconds seem to stretch into hours as the humming continues, but finally the device makes a reassuring beep.
The Navy man kneels down, "Your home was distroyed by the Covanant?"
"Yes," you reply.
"How would you like to get a little payback?"