2 Arrival (Rewritten)

Spartan-016 Diesel had no idea where he was or how long it's been. His reserves have been running low for the last two weeks. The rations that he had left were beginning to run extremely low. To live, he began rationing himself to eat twice every seven days.

With Diesel unable to leave slipspace, he had no idea what to expect. However, because of his training, he has kept a calm mind and sought ways to return. He was alone. None of the Marines survived the Banshee attack. Days, Weeks, and Months drifted by, doing anything he could to save any energy.

As time passed, Diesel finally had a breakthrough, repairing some of the consoles allowing him to leave slipspace. He quickly rerouted the remaining power to the distress beacon. Looking into the vast space, Diesel attempted to bring up the map. Being left completely dumbfounded, He was clearly in uncharted territory.

Eventually, a few days pass. Diesel felt like the ship jerked and locked into place. The Pelican was being dragged in the opposite direction he was moving. Attempting to look out the front windshield he couldn't see much behind him. The only thing he was for knew was that they weren't hailing him. They weren't the UNSC.

Many thoughts passed through Diesel's head. Were they Resistance? Impossible. If not Covenant? Feeling threatened he started preparing for a fight. He quickly gathered weapons and ammo. With battle rifle in hand, he took cover behind what little he had.

The floor rocked as whatever had him turned the ship around. Feeling the direction of the ship change he turned towards the window and noticed a planet. He reviewed the information he knew in his head and stared at the mystery planet.

"Where am I?"