Propaganda Poster

INSERT COMMENTS HERE: finally, something not x-ray clearance rated. i can actually show you this one without the fear of being killed! i hope. (i find it strange that the covenant assault carrier is depicted the same size as our frigate...even though its 15times larger. oh, propaganda)

Iroquois

INSERT NOTES HERE: now if they find out i told you this, they'll want my head. on their desk. but i cant help but feel some hope for humanity, even when i see the Iroquois floating through the remains of Jerico VII. I think its her new captain, Jacob Keyes.

---INSERT COMMENTS HERE: I guess I really shouldn’t be showing you this…it’s just everything’s being moved to new memory units…I just wanted to make sure this wasn’t lost in the transfer. Damn…now that I think about it, I could go to jail for this. The Office of Naval Intelligence is getting more and more paranoid by the day. Speaking of ONI…here’s my problem. They turned me into something else. Inhumane. Casualties are only numbers to me. Casualties. What kind of word is that? There is nothing ‘casual’ about this. In fact, there is nothing about this. Billions dead. A world reduced to glass. Just empty space now. I asked xCENSOREDx if I could do a quick recon/rescue search of Reach with my Prowler. He didn’t want to waste the time, fuel, and firepower. Instead, he looked me straight in the eyes, completely convinced- “There is nothing left.”---

---SUBJECTS: 1 male (Alan McGlowsy), 1 female (Samantha Hamner)
---REPLAY RECORDING---

***Phone Ringing Tone***
Samantha: “Come on, dammit, pick up…”
***Phone Ringing Tone***
Samantha: “Oh my god PICK UP THE PHONE!”
***Phone Ringing Tone***
***Click***
Alan: “Hello?”
Samantha: *sigh* Thank god you-“
Alan: *yawn* It's friggin midnight, what-
Samantha: “LET ME TALK!”
Alan: *taken aback* “Whoa, sorry didn’t-“
Samantha: *rushed* “We’re under attack, we gotta get-“
Alan: “Hold on a sec. Under attack?”
Samantha: “Yes, under attack! We gotta leave now!”
Alan: *calmly* “Take it easy, the Insurrectionists aren’t much of a threat. The UNSC will-”
Samantha: “They’re not Insurrectionists.”
***pause***
Alan: *confused* “What? Wait, but that means-”
Samantha: “Yes.”
Alan: *confirming* “Covenant.”
Samantha: “Came out of slipspace fifteen minutes ago.”
Alan: *stunned* “How many?”
***pause***
Samantha: “All of them.”
Ambient: *Air-raid siren*
***Dial Tone***

SOURCE: FEED/SAT/REG
SIGNAL STRENGTH: AVERAGE/INTERMITTENT
LOCATION: xGridSeven/OrbitalDefenseGrid
RECIPIANT: ??ReestablishLink---FAIL---??

---Slipspace rupture detected---
“Gamma Station to Control, reading multiple pings below the orbital defense grid.”
---Slipspace rupture detected---
“Yea, we’re picking up anomalies too.”
“Are you READING this?!”
---Slipspace rupture, detected---
“Multiple Covenant signatures, does anyone have any-“
---Slipspace rupture detected---
“Requesting backup! UNSC Shock and Awe requesting-“
---Slipspace rupture, detected---
“Location?!”
“They are - they’re EVERYWHERE!”
---Slipspace rupture detected---
“This can’t be happening…”
---Slipspace rupture detected---
“Must be the whole damn Covenant fleet!”
---Slipspace rupture detected---
---Slipspace rupture detected---
---Slipspace rupture dete---
---SIGNAL LOST---

---INSERT NOTES: here's an image from SAT/RECON-7, a satellite that was near the battle when it first started.



---P.S: had to censor the pic heavily or ONI woulda killed me. trust me, the origional image from satcom7 was a lot more...scary.