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Icon est le troisième poème du livre Halo: Evolutions. Celui-ci décrit la vie de John-117, des SPARTANS-II, des SAPRTANS-III, et de l'héritage qu'ils ont laissés. Il a été écrit par Jonathan Goof, et l'artwork a été réalisé par Robogado.
Le Poème (en anglais)
Soldiers forged from youth to serve as tools of war-
weapons of direct and conclusive destruction-the men
and women of the classified military project known as the
SPARTAN-II program will live on in legend following
their exploits during the Human-Covenant War.
Prepared for the harsh realities of combat against known
enemies, but thrust into battle with forces unimaginable-
and terrifyingly alien-the Spartan-IIs, and later the
Spartan-IIIs, delivered numerous decisive victories against
the overwhelming might of the Covenant.
Altered to a level far beyond that of a normal human, the
warriors of the Spartan-II program were humanity's best,
and possibly only, hope when faced with the threat of extinction
from an advanced alien collective bent on our eradication
in the name of false prophecies and hidden agendas.
Rising through the flames of war, echoing through the
silent vacuum of space, word of the Spartans' deeds
spread throughout the human colonies-offering salvation,
offering a faint glimpse at ultimate victory.
Thus came a "Demon"-a hero, a soldier, a man. One
Spartan above all others; equal but for one defining
factor-one immeasurable advantage. Like his brothers
and sisters, he was trained to fight, to win, a master of the
latest weapons of war. But Spartan-117, the Master Chief,
had one intangible asset few others possessed-luck.
Added to an unmatched drive to win-whether it be a
simple game, or heated combat-Spartan-117's uncanny
combination of finely honed skills and unprecedented
good fortune made for the ultimate warrior in a battle
against impossible odds.
Never one to give in, never one to relent, the Master
Chief, and each of his fellow Spartans, did more than
engage the enemy; they delivered hope-with each burst
of gunfire, with every battle won.
Le Poème (en français)
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