The Legend of Roland-

Alright, this is by far the longest fanfic I have ever written. I started watching LOK right after I finished writing my first fanfic and decided that this would be an interesting way to combine two of my favorite things. This may be a little choppy, but please review!

Prologue

Pain. There is nothing right now but pain. My shoulder is throbbing, I can't feel my arm or hand and every breath is nearly impossible to get.

"This place is dead anyway." That is the last thing I remember hearing. My owns words were resounding in my ears as the smell of burning flesh filled my nostrils and blood splashed on the inside of my visor. It doesn't belong there. That is my blood. Blood is supposed to go on the outside from my slain foes not inside my visor. My eyes shut to try to block out the pain.

Did I freeze again? Did Jonah survive? I have to open my eyes….

Roland fought his eyes opened. His throat felt like it was on fire with the rest of his body. He saw Jonah crouch slightly and heard something over the shared comms. "Let's start this party. I'm late for a hot date, and I don't want to keep your sister waiting." Roland tried to grin. He tried to say anything to Jonah, even if it was just his final parting shout to his only friend and brother in arms.

I'm not saying you're a bad guy Jay, I just wouldn't trust you with my kids.

Roland regretted each of those words. Oh how he wished he could take them back. He wished this was all just a retarded exercise and the armor lockup was slowly wearing off, but it wasn't. He was dying and he knew it.

Roland saw the Elites who had been his death. They stalked forward, ready to kill his squad mate. Jonah said some other stuff but the pain was too great for Roland to notice. The only thing he saw was Jonah look directly at him, then back at the Elites. "….got a deal?" Resounded in Roland's ears as a detonator flew through the air, landing next to the stationary Elites. Roland watched as his HUD disappeared just like the Elite's energy shields. Bullets riddled the lead Elite as Jonah dodged one of the two Elites who closed on him, but the other grabbed him by the wrist. Roland heard Jonah scream in pain.

A sword flashed red across Jonah's visor. Another scream. Roland looked, willing his body to move. He had to help in some way, but his body wouldn't, couldn't move. The second sword wielding Elite stepped up and held Jonah by the neck, about to run him through with the sword.

Rolle, light 'em up.

Apes or Gators?

You softened him up.

Yeah, well, this disease ain't goin nowhere.

It was a rhetorical question.

As Roland lay, crumpled next to the Covenant facility, he swore he could hear Jonah mutter 'blow stuff up' one last time as the world around them began to explode. He saw the fire over take Jonah and the two Elites and roll over the other four. He felt the heat through the breaches in his armor and felt another explosion behind him. A flash, pain that felt as if his guts were being ripped apart and placed outside his body, and then nothing but a small green light.

Obviously the prologue was short. This is just to get you caught up on how the Spartans even arrived.