The Harbinger
The Spartan emerged from his slumber. Slinging his assault rifle, he surveyed his surroundings for the presence of the monsters, the sworn and hated enemy of Humanity.
He found nothing, but the eerie silence of the dead. Strange constructs dominated the landscape. They were magnificent structures, built in a long-forgotten epoch eons before his ancestors crawled from the Cradle of Humanity. This world was in orbit around a blue star, and the rising sun casted a stunning shadow over the alien structures.
If Earth was the Cradle, then this, indeed, must be the Heaven.
He stared in awe, with a disturbing sense of familiarity while looking at the constructs. It seems as if he has seen them from the past.
His threat indicator lit up, a dozen unknown entities were heading in his general direction.
Dawn under Heaven or not, he was going to ruin somebody's day.