Unit Mission I: Redeeming Vigilance

[deceit]

Ra'ab Xirsasee
Regroup

Ra'ab limped up the last part of the hill, carrying a dead grunt's corpse by the leg. He tossed it next to Ransy, "Scavange what you can from that." He turned to see the Kig'Yar having brought back their wounded friend, Lebit. "Can he move?" Ra'ab asked.

"What do you think?" Jib retorted dryly.

"Very well. We cannot afford to remain here, but our wounded will not last long on the journey ahead." He crouched down by Reevar, "Can you part with that?" He asked, referring to the magnificent Beam Rifle. Reevar looked at his weapon, and with a begrudging squawk, handed it to Ra'ab. Ra'ab took the weapon to Lebit, "We have no choice but to leave the wounded here." He took a look at Lebit's burned leg. He would likely never walk on it again.

"Sir, we'll need to remove the leg." Ra'ab was not surprised by this.

"Very well, get it done." He ordered.

Ra'ab turned in the direction of the other squad, their fight seemed to be finished. About half of them remained. He zoomed in on his binoculars, "Major, left hill is secure." Ra'ab told the other Sangheili leader.

"Right flank is secure, we will move ahead and circle NorthEast."

"We have wounded, but will join you shortly." Ra'ab responded.

"Let them die, a few Unggoy are not worth halting the Holy Mission."

"Keep to your path and I will keep to mine." Ra'ab said with a vicious snarl into his transmitter.

He looked ahead, "Tansy, do you remember your heavy weapons training?"

"Y--yes sir!" Tansy responded, hesitantly.

"Ransy, take your squad over to the other hill and secure that deployable, we will be taking it with us. I will scout ahead...Jib..." he turned to Jib, whose was beginning the amputation. Jib continued on.

"We're heading up the Northeast flank. Hopefully there will be little resistance until we meet up with the main unit."

Ra'ab got on his transmission, "Fervent Creche Second Lance, moving up to join with the main Creche, left Flank landing secure."

[Huka]

Field Master Til Je’at Ze’ta ‘Muramai
Leading the Forward Melee

After dispatching the T’vaoan soldier with a vicious slicing of his throat, Til jerked his head to the alarming screech of a Yamne’e and caught its wings fluttering at his peripheral vision. Spinning around only to catch it snatching a plasma rifle out of another T’vaoan’s talons and leaving the flustered avian unarmed.

Under his one-eyed visor, the Zealot had a gleam of sadistic delight to that and lifted his right hand’s rifle. One shot to the shoulder and one shot to the knee. That was all he needed before Til vanished under his camouflage. The crippled mercenary could only scream and hiss at the superheated plasma cutting through the remaining tendrils of muscles that hung from his nearly cleaved shoulder but the pain didn’t last long.

For a pack of bloodthirsty Unggoy appeared out of the fighting crowd, beady little eyes holding that same glee from their leader. A couple held their plasma pistols at the ready but the gathered lance were bare-handed, hissing their language in vile intentions. The T’vaoan tried to move but that fatal error of numbness made him fall on his rear as his still hanging leg snapped off like a dried tree branch and hollered another scream. A scream of horrid pain and plea to be saved from this coming end. To die under Unggoy wasn’t quite the Kig-yar death, maybe as bad as dying aboard a ship with its life support destroyed.

But the Gods didn’t favored traitors or heathens of any kind.

Walking away in majestic strides worthy of a Sangheili, Til clicked on his inner controls before speaking out to the Battlenet, "Welcome to the battlefield, brothers. The moment the forward positions are taken, march forward and run our enemies down with claw and fang. Plasma and steel." He ordered, coming to confront the leading power in this defense. With a swing of his blade, the opposing general cut down one of the opposing Covenant majors with a bloodthirsty laugh before spinning in a low swoop to send a fellow Sangheili falling on his back with his right leg sliced from the knee down and screaming in babbling howls. 

Unlike the other members of this rogue faction, this General kept to his station's harness with burnt symbols of perhaps clan meanings and a pelt wrapped around his shoulder from obviously a Jiralhanae's hide. Stepping over the wounded soldier without any interest, the heretic looked at Til with a intrigued twitch of his mandibles. "So they didn't send an Arbiter to end this revelation? Good, a double irony would be just cliche." He said before getting into fighting stance. 

The Field Marshal flicked his sword outwards and flipped his cape around his shoulders to prove a less distraction. "You will die a death worthy of my saga." He said with the mechanic of his breathing apparatus rippling his voice in a low tone and soft hisses of his tubes. "One that the children is laugh of." That touched the righteous nerve.


Minor Chata ‘Aquiree
Forward Positions Cleared

Firing a good trio of Qikost quills into a Kig-yar's hand and sent the screaming avian flying on his rear in the resulting explosion of flaring slivers, Chata charged from his position. His mind flashed to the legion's training, remembering and quickly adapted. Spinning to a side-run, the Sangheili caught three charging Unggoy; one in the knees, one in its eyes and the last puncturing its methane tank. All seven quills flared and exploded into a collective explosion, further worsened by the combustible methane with nothing but charred limbs and armor bits to splatter behind Chata as he rolled in a combat maneuver after the insidious hiss of a energy blade at his rear and slight turn of his head to see the bronze-armored heretic lunging for a easy kill.

Springing back up to the swordsman's direction, the Aquir soldier had his needler ready to fire before noticing it was at a low. Knowing that reloading was certainly not a option, he quickly dropped the pistol down on his thigh holster before dancing away in the coming swings from the incoming heretic. The attacks were quick and long with calculated steps but Chata countered with precise movements to stay just as the edge of the blade-tips. The heat was intense in the slashes and made his shields visible as if taunting the situation.

The two were at a mild stalemate before Chata stumped on the steep of a hill, leaving him open to a sudden kick to the inner side of his knee. Trilling out in slight pain and the shock of a popped joint, he fell flat on his side and instantly let gravity roll him away from a bisection. The heretic sneered in frustration before somersaulting over and landed on his prey like a bird. Grunting at the stop of boots against his sides, Chata looked up at the face of death as the other roar and reared his sword for the kill. "Today, the friends of the Jiralhanae die!"

[Faclan]

SSA-012 - Yanme'e Swarm
Moving from the small fry to larger ones.

The soldier that have given The Master the bird to slay was pleased as he watched it begin to get torn apart after being crippled. It was a slow process compared to what the Yanme'e could do but the male was appreciate of how this would make the pain last longer. And for trying to shoot the master there would be no better punishment! But the soldier was distracted from the dinner show as the Ultra called him to attention and the swarm had quickly grouped up again with orders to joint he other Yanme'e swarm.

There was the quietest murmur of going to help The Master but other troops were closer, they could not accurately hit the heretic without possible hitting The Master, and if they tried to get close enough to guarantee a hit they would just get in the way and into sword range. So instead they quickly flew ahead to join up with the other Yanme'e swarm as they began the push toward the enemy fortifications. The smaller SSA swarm quickly fitting into formations with the larger swarm as the Ultra dipped slightly and called out to her fellow Ultra in a nearly inaudible series of clicks.

"Nest-mate, SSA will follow - swarm to kill!"

(Yay super big Yanme'e aerial shooting time, best swarm friends forever.)
(Dead: 1 Wounded: 0 Alive: 11.)


Eugenius- Chieftain aide and mystic
Darn that age...

"Well said Chieftean Garatus, nice joining up the reality with the spiritual as well, will serve you well when you lead the feast time pra," was as far as he got before he dutifully fell silent as the order was barked from Garatus. Unlike his nephew Eugine didn't hear anything untoward over the sound of battle a little distance away from the pack but it was impressive that his nephew heard it through his full face helmet...or Eugine was becoming deaf a little earlier that expected. Despite this however he heard the orders easily enough, as he was standing right beside the bellows, and quickly nodded as he moved over to be with the ground forces outside the vehicles as the Ghosts crested the hill and started to bear down on them.

The following few seconds were a large blue to the mystic as Prowlers and Choppers and Ghosts started to fire and drive about as Eugine just tried to stay focused on the danger around him. He knew he was a liability in a situation like this as he wasn't as sprightly as the younger warriors around him or able to fire as accurately as the others. But he hoped he could do something to try and help. His chance came from when a box was kicked off one of the prowlers as it swept past the standing group and when quickly opened was lined with Spike grenades. Perfect for throwing at the circling Sangheili trying to get a shot at the ones unarmed by vehicles.

Rolling his shoulder a little, as he remembered the pain from the bar when he threw his staff at the assassins, Eugine hoped he wouldn't pull a muscle this time. Nodding at this Euigne waited for the rest of the warriors to grab one or two before reaching in and taking hold of one himself. Sticking his staff in the ground he spread his legs into a proper throwing stance and tried to spot a Ghost he could try to stick. But when he brought it back to throw he frowned at its un-weighted feel and looked to see what he had actually picked up. It surprised him to see he was holding a small but thick cylinder with a button that he soon recognized as an armor lock system. It would sure come in use as he looked around instead for an individual that could use it. He quickly spotted none other than his nephew - straight off his heroic leap and smash that could easily become a tale of triumph if it was shifted around to be a Sangheili Zealot he hit, skidding to a stop on the ground with his hammer. Unfortunately however another Ghost was sighting up on him to seemingly try to run him down. Growling at this he called out to his nephew as he did his best to hurl the device at him.

"Garatus, Ghost, catch and use it!" He called as he threw, thankfully his shoulder not in as much pain as last time but it still made him wince at it.

(I think that piece of equipment was available during this time (It was at Reach after all), if not then Euigne just tried to warn Garatus about the approaching heretic.)


Kael Gel - T'vaoan Champion
Moving troops around and preparing.

"Zod!" The sharp call came from above the mercenary cell and Tori as Kael jumped off the upper level of the hanger and down to the ground floor beside them both. Doing a practiced roll with her rifle held to her chest before standing back up in one smooth action right beside both of them, Tel landing behind her with a more old fashioned spread of legs and supporting his body with his hands to take the fall. Only half nodding at Tori as she knew her orders and was busy she focused mainly on Zod as she narrowed her eyes a little at him. Though only the fanning of her feather ruff would indicate this as her helmet was on.

"I don't remember giving you orders to bother my Murmillo's - or to be in this hanger. If you can see past the end of your beak you would see that this hanger is already fortified and is being reinforced as we speak." Gesturing with her beak at the door as a standard lance filed in behind him and his cell. "So, you will be going to support the left hanger with myself and Tel while my other Commandos lead this side. So shut that beak and march, I know you won't let me down when the boarding and counter-boarding comes up - or else payment will be the least of your worries." She spoke with a very normal tone of voice, but unless Zod and his file had been living under rocks their whole life they would likely know that Kael was completely serious and known for maiming Cells for their failure - probably why the payment for working beside her was so much. But with that done she switched her rifle on and walked toward the connecting hallway between the two hangers that would be locked down when the ships approached and headed for the left hanger. Speaking out an order as they went; "Tega, rotate half of your lance to the catwalks above both hangers, I'll be taking over the left hanger. Prepare for the engagement Entourage...and Cell - we will be swift once they assault is halted so they can't prepare for our counter-attack."

(Hopefully alright Ledle D: ....But Kael doesn't have many friends >.> Perhaps Zod could prove himself to her.)

[Ledle, Whose Humor is Dead]

Zod Ger, T’vaoan Swain Cell Commander.

In the Right Hangar.

Taking shit from Kael.



Zod whipped around sharply, a piercing call that could only have come from a female T’vaoan, hit his ear like a needle being driven into his head. His tall yellow eyes practically glared at the Champion as she dived over next him, coming up from a fancy roll. ‘Impressive.’ He thought to himself, losing his glare, given that he enjoyed having his feathers on his skin, and not on her wall. The aforementioned feathers bristled for a moment, his right leg moved backward, preparing to spring himself onto the higher-ranked T’vaoan, to any non Kig Yar this action would go unnoticed given how tiny the motions were, however even Zod’s cell tensed for a moment, wondering if they would be able to take Kael and her File of Commandos. He backed down considerably nearly a second later, remembering some of the things he had heard about this Golden-armored T’vaoan, like that she has survived contact with a Demon, that was not something even Zod would want to face.

”Forgive me Champion; it would be my honor to accompany you to the Left Hangar.” He nodded as he finished speaking, walking behind the Champion back to his Cell. Vex was staring at him like was insane, or about to die. ”Zod! What is wrong with you? Do you know who that is? Kael Gel, you here that Zod? GEL. As in the Clan that I belong to. I will personally skin you and send it to you if you pull that again.” Vex hissed, attempting to grab Zod’s shoulders. Zod reacted quickly, drawing his hunting knife and blurring forward, knocking the smaller T’vaoan to the wall, pressing thr razor sharp blade against her throat.

”You do not give me orders Vex.” He hissed back, pulling the blade away and sheathing it in one smooth motion as he walked away, glaring at a pair of Minors he knew were Clan Gel also, he looked back to his Cell as he walked into the hall, gesturing for them to follow him to the left hangar. He arrived moments after the Champion ahead of him. ”Kal post up behind the front line, take two of the minors with you, Eel take the rest of the Minors and keep anyone from getting too Close to Kal. Vex and Dex come with me.” Zod stalked to the front line, standing a respectable one meter from Kael.

[Huka]

Shipmaster Chur'R-Suf
Aboard the SDV-class heavy corvette Burning Lineage

The Moment we've all been waiting

Sure enough, the enemy frigate took their bait of inactive hovering, giving the impression that the Burning Lineage was too cocky to finish it or some internal system was damaged. Smoke trailing from the heretic vessel's engine, Suf knew he damaged one of the plasma recoils to keep its speeds manageable during their zip-line. He had a hand raised to an anxious Rul, who's plumage was erect and talons ready to blast the frigate for all it was worth. Not yet. This was their little prize for this operation. A new ship and command. If Kael and Lun fail, then the ship will become a pyre in their honor.

Everyone on the bridge was silent and stiff, watching the frigate loom on the broadside with the wretched rumble of its approach. Bol stroke a talon along the curve of her knife, eager to hear the firepower of the security rocking the ship.

Whilst this was happening, the corvette's security force was taking position under discretion. Mixed species of Kig-yar in their appropriate armor, weapons of Covenant and racial origins grabbed. Unggoy worker-security grabbed their plasma pistols, whispering in their native tongue as they worked with their employers with surprising little fuss. Cooperation was admirable aboard the ship and it is what held it all together.

Lun, clad in his talon-marked commando harness, flanked by a couple of Murmillos in similar decoration marched along towards the broadside hanger, talons clicking slightly on the floor's alloy before he took a boarding heavy repeater from one of his aides, checking on the ammunition. "Keep your guns ready and heads down, don't alarm the workers or the enemy will sense something wrong." He relayed through the repelling forces' channel, looking down at Kael and the little 'excitement' below before giving a certain grin, "And most importantly...have fun. This is a chance of a lifetime."

With that said, the first of the enemy boarding parties appeared in the form of Ranger lances consisted of Sangheili and Unggoy jumping ship-to-ship with their jetpacks, armed with plasma repeaters and pistols with the ship's maintenance screaming and running humorously at the sight. A fine distraction before the security fell on them like wild crazies in a prison riot.

[Swashbuckler]

Sangheili Major Marso 'Corasee

Providing Over Watch

Marso's lance had been holding their position a while now, cutting down any heretics trying to find cover near the center. He had already cut down a file with precise firing from his carbine, and his lance seemed to had fell many more. Ever since a sudden push in Covenant forces, the heretics were falling back, funneling into Marso's crosshairs. It was only now that he saw the wave of Covenant forces responsible for the advance, just coming over the hills. Marso fired two shots into a fleeing heretic Kig-Yar, then said to his lance, "We will greet our advancing brothers with heretic corpses! Continue firing, and kill all that you can!"

As Marso shouted this, he saw a Heretic swordsman engage a Sangheili Minor, who dodged out of the way of his attack. Though the Minor seemed to be avoiding the attacks, he knew it was a matter of time until the Swordsman got lucky. Marso grabbed Kronu's shoulder, getting his attention. "You and I will assist our brother while the Lance provides cover. We well make that Swordsman fall!" Marso heard an affirmative snarl from Kronu, and stepped from the cover of the trees, reloading his carbine. The engagement was a hundred meters away, so Kronu and Marso ran forward, waiting to close the distance for a better shot.

As they ran, Marso saw the Minor stumble and the heretic kick his knee, sending him to the ground. Marso lifted his carbine and slowed his approach slightly to accommodate his shot, letting Kronu run past him. Just as the heretic raised his sword to strike down the Minor, both Kronu and Marso began firing. The heretic soldier was thrown off balance slightly as the plasma struck his shields, but quickly turned to see Kronu charging and firing at the same. Marso continued his approach, firing his carbine into the Sangheili's chest and lowering his shields. The combined fire dropped the heretic's shields. He swung to kill Kronu, but a well placed Carbine shot hit his shoulder, damaging the arm and stopping the swing. Kronu was instantly upon him and unleashed a barrage of plasma fire into the unshielded heretic, before grabbing his neck and throwing him to the ground.

Marso caught up and saw the Minor injured and trying to rise. Marso extended a hand, wanting to help him to his feet. "I hope you can stand, brother. That was skilled combat, and I'd hate for that to bring down a soldier of your caliber. If you want to finish the heretic, feel free. Otherwise, Kronu will." The swordsman was still writhing on the ground slightly, trying to reach his sword a meter away. The plasma fire had melted through his armor and was burning through his chest, killing him slowly. It'd be more honorable to finish him, but Marso wanted to let the Minor decide if he wanted to end him. Kronu stood behind Marso, watching for anyone hoping to get an easy shot on the Major, but saw most of the heretics had already been pushed back, and Covenant troops were very close by.

[Huka]

Minor Chata 'Aquiree
Saved and Restoring a Piece of Honor

Saved by a fine hail of carbine radioactive and plasma fire, Chata managed to get himself away in the distraction. Gripping at his hurt knee, nothing to what could have happened, the Minor soldier rolled and prompt himself right under the attacking distance of a blade-wielding Kig-yar. Reactively catching the armed limb in one hand, the growling Aquir activated his plasma dagger in a open-handed flick of his wrist and plunged it under the screaming bird's ribs. The hissing of cauterizing organs and blood came to both combatants' ears until the life left the Kig-yar's bulbous eyes and body went limp, allowing Chata to offhandedly toss the corpse aside in a slightly tired huff under his helmet.

The area was clear and his body allowed itself to slump back on a hand for a brief moment while his mind focused the eyes on the approaching Major that saved his life; a somewhat large and scarred male. Marso 'Corasee, if he recall. One of the warrior lance-allowed veterans...

Reaching up and graciously taking the offered hand, Chata pulled himself up with a grunt before nodding in low respect. His pumping tubes gurgled abit in their recycling before he spoke, "Your compliment is too kind, Major 'Corasee." He said humbly before looking upon the injuried swordsman. A resilient warrior enough to survive plasma bolts, the heretics' armor were noticeably made to resist such attacks in hindsight.


Flexing and fluttering his hurt leg some, Chata walked over to the crawling swordsman with his plasma pistol in hand, reaching his other hand back to unsheath his curve-blade. "Your death isn't my honor. You've fought fierce and worthy of a swordsman, it is my only sorrow that you haven't seen the wisdom of our Prophets." He said, abit sadly as he knelt down.

The swordsman halted when his fingers brushed over the metal of his hilt, turning his head to look at the soldier that have spoken to him. Staring at him with dulling eyes, the Sangheili chuckled painfully. "And it isn't my honor to kill such a indoctrinated child. Once...we were masters of our fate. Now we are much of tools as our own blades. I hope...we are wrong." The swordsman said solemnly, staring at Chata the entire time in their private conversation. "Please, do me a rightful death."

Chata nodded and rolled the decorated heretic over onto his back to stare up at the slightly-red colored sky. Pressing his blade-tip at the melted thoracic cage and speared through burnt flesh, past ribs and through the heart. Quick and painless. The swordsman made only a gasp with his splayed mandibles before exhaling his last breath. "May thee be rewarded for thy past virtues and punished for vices." Chata prayed as he pulled out and wiped the shed blood onto the fallen's neck like gills.

Standing up, he stepped over and crushed the Heretic's hilt into glittering dust under boot as the final rite.

[BetaWülf]

Jiralhanae Chieftain Garatus the Deathless, Restorer of Tribes, Slayer of Shadowed Imps.
Saved by the be... Uncle!

Garatus spun and slammed his hammer into the ground, flipping a Ghost sideways and into the path of another before he swiftly lifted his helmeted head as he heard his Uncles voice over the din of battle. Garatus stuck his massive hand up into the air as the device was thrown to him, it landed with a thud into his paw as he realized that is was an armor lock system as he saw the Ghost rocketing towards him. With a roar of defiance as he rammed his thumb into the button and slammed his fist into the dry dirt, shattering it in a large circle. The Armor Lock engaged and his body was enveloped in bright light, the Ghost unable to change its path and colliding head on with the Armor Locked Chieftain.

The Ghost went end over end through the air, finally landing harshly upside down twenty feet away as Garatus rose and the Armor Lock was undone and needed to recharge. Garatus's lips peeled back as he stomped his way over the the Ghost, the Sangheili who had driven it crawling out from under it and pulling out a metal blade. The Sangheili made a stumbling swing at Garatus, obviously disoriented from the wreck. Garatus was quicker, bashing the blade to the side with his arm shield before headbutting the Sangheili. The warrior stumbled back a few steps and Garatus took his hammer in both hands before lowering it, and then swiftly bringing haft up and into the Sangheili's chest, knocking the reptile to the ground. Garatus lifted the hammer up before swinging it down hard, the bladed side going deep into the chest of the Sangheili. Garatus ripped the blade free, then nodded to his Uncle.

"You have my thanks Uncle, I never would have seen that coming!" Garatus yelled over the battles raging around them, before spinning and taking out another Ghost with and upward sweep of his hammer.

[Faclan]

Eugenius- Chieftain aide and mystic
Inaccurate chucking of the things and stuff.

Doing a little fist pump as his ploy worked and the ghost somersaulted over the glowing mound of armor Eugine quickly brought his mind back to the present and reached into the grenade box again and pulled out a proper spike grenade. Double checking it this time. When he got back into his throwing stance he gave a little salute to his nephew before pulling the cord on the grenade and throwing it, for the glory of the pack!

He just avoided hitting one of their friendly prowlers and after hissing between his teeth till he was sure he missed he decided it would be best for him to not do that again. Instead he acted as a spotter to his warriors around him to point out when heretics had been knocked off their ghosts so could be hit with a spike volley. A few plasma shots got close to them but the thick Jiralhanae armor stopped most of it with only a few injuries here and there. One warrior was killed when a bolt caught him full in the face, but that just made the pack focus to bring their spikes to bear more accurately. It was a stirring scene of working together and all that other stuff that would be good to hear for younger warriors as Eugine occasionally took a shot as well, bracing his arm on the shoulders of the warriors around him as he sent SS's out toward Sangheili - maybe even hitting a few.


Kael Gel - T'vaoan Champion
Planning the defense and a possible change in management.

Kael had a much more relaxed stance as Zod had his moment of a challenge stance, but rather just smiled as he stood there. Oh the amount of times she had seen that from warriors from the rare male dominated clans that wanted so badly to put her in 'her place' before Kael had put them at the bottom of the sea, or without some fingers. Kael managed to stop herself before she slung her rifle and flicked her claws forward as a direct challenge so Zod could come at her and give it his best shot. But managed to resist the urge and just chuckled a little as they all walked off - doing her best to behave for Til. But this Swain leader was proving to have quiet a temper, which was about to come up again as she considered how effective that anger would be in combat.

As Zod was busy pinning his subordinate to the wall Kael had turned around and was leaning against the wall beside this as her orange helmet eyes just watched the two of them. Likely to their surprise that she just stood there without any words or trying to break them up as she just nodded at first Vex and then Zod as she walked backwards and soon entered the hanger where they would be setting up.

"Don't worry Clan Mate, should your commander attempt it I'll give you his feathers as a gift for your new leadership position," she said, flicking out one of her curved blades to emphasis this before collapsing it back and turning to look at Zod. "You better fight as well as you posture, or this will be a very short working relationship indeed, Zod." She waited for him to finish his little speel to his own troops, while she scanned around the hanger in the normal twitchy T'vaoan style, before speaking up once she had settled on a plan.

"And she may not give you orders Zod but I do, so shut that beak and listen - all of you. This is our plan..."

----

When the boarders touched down they were greeted with the fleeing maintenance staff and a few scraggly Kig-Yar with their primitive peoples pistols trying to take cover behind boxes. Cackling at this poor display the Sangheili ordered the Unggoy to advance as a quiet pheep came from the Kigs as two T'vaoan in green armor came out behind boxes with Needle rifles out...still such a pitiful display! Grunting one of the Sangheili rangers fired a quick volley at the two T'vaoan. But they didn't move, and instead of falling over or staggering back they just flickered when hit as a ear splitting screech resounded around the hanger as a large female T'vaoan (not that the Sangheili knew that) in golden armor leapt up on top of a crate to their right and made one of the Unggoy explode as her focus rifle ripped into its jump pack.

"Slaughter them!" Was contained somewhere in the screech as the holograms died, the Kig-Yar bait diving behind proper cover and worked to get the counter-boarding craft ready, and the hidden Cell and Entourage fighters on the ground floor and the catwalks leapt into action.

[Huka]

Major Labus 'Adantee
Meeting with the Field Master of Adant

Upon hearing the Creche Leader's command, Labus gave a crisp salute and directed his soldiers to aid in the main force with a few quick words before aiding Ultra Vinza'za in his advance to the battlefield with the same respect that his mentor gave the officer. Firing with plasma rifle and pistol in hands, the newly-made officer moved into office and never wasted a shot. If it was for a kill, he struck down the weaker troops of Kig-yar or Unggoy with short but efficient bursts that made some maiming mark. If it was to cripple, he used his pistol's overcharged bolts upon Sangheili forces augmented with energy shield and thick armor crafted for this kind of battle.

On the last run through the rock, Labus checked on his weapon charges. Low but salvageable. Reaching back, he unsheathed his jeweled curve-blade that he kept from the Hunt. His fingers gripping on the familiar ivory of Moonbeast bone that consisted of the weapon's hilt while the wide swooped blade held emeralds in the central ridge. Compared to the more high-blooded clan arsenals, this was bland. Coming out with a righteous roar, he swung his weapon hard enough to nearly decapitate a squeaking Kig-yar with a reversal-gripped slash.

Spinning around on a foot before stomping the other down on a charging Sangheili's toes, the brutal hunter clashed blades and used the temporary window forged by pain to gut the screaming heretic open like a caught fish, from side to side. Shuddering in unbearable agony as his innards spilled out between them, Labus' foe tried to defend himself but found a carbine bolt zipping through his skull.

Taking no time to absorb his kill, the Major kept to his commander's side. Swinging and chopping at any Kig-yar and Unggoy that got in his way as the chaos of war exploded around them. Plasma fire, flying needles and spears of particles and radioactivity zipped over heads and heels. This was the clear differences from the hunts in the forests of Templar's Rest, the hunt was subtle and quite usually. No advanced weapons needed. No explosives. If hunting a prey, it took a good eye, quick and disciplined feet, and knowledge to bring it down. To hunt a predator, it took a strong arm, quick reflexes, cunning and the right blade to slice the right artery or limb before the predator's claws took its life.

In war, it was sheer grace of the Gods and your pilot that you didn't die just trying to get into the battlefield itself! A meaningless and unmemorable way to die.

Kicking a Unggoy clear across the field like a child's sport, Labus laughed at the punting jest before coming upon the timely arrival of one of their new Field Masters. By humorous luck, it was the Huntmaster himself! Garbed with the humble harness of the typical Zealot field officer and the efficiency to speak otherwise. 

Stiffening up proper to the Zealot, the battle-worn glee disappearing into a grim composition, and respectfully bowed to his clan senior and imperial officer. "As am I..." He echoed behind Vinza'za.

[Kart]

Field Master Legra Ra'ha Je'at 'Adantai

"As am I..."

Legra turned his gaze from 'Vinzaza toward the young Major. He was stocky, powerfully built...and he had a definite Templar's Rest accent. A countryman, all the way out here? For a moment, Legra shook his head at the odds, but then he realized that the coincidence had been much stranger indeed. For not only did he recognize the Major's accent, but he knew him by his face, if not by name.

"You are of the Clan 'Adant, are you not?" He said, wonder in his voice. "I recognize you, but not by name. Perhaps we had met at the Clanhome. Are you, perhaps, one of Kam's children?"

Legra could see the resemblance. The hunter's blood ran proud and fiery through that branch of the family. It almost beggared belief that he would meet a clanmate all the way out here, though--the 'Adant were not particularly inclined to direct combat. All the same, some part of his heart sang with joy to meet a familiar face.

His second-in-command, Ultra Domo Urren 'Muramee, hung back, continuing to orchestrate the sect's advance. Once and awhile, he would toss sideways glances at his Field Master, but he was clearly unwilling to interrupt the reunion. Discreetly stepping into Legra's position, Urren made do as best as he could. However, he whispered quietly into Legra's communicator:

"Be swift, Field Master. The battle calls and all warriors must heed it."

[Huka]

Major Labus ‘Adantee

The young Major actually blinked when the Field Master addressed him before giving an affirmative nod, When asked have they’ve met, Labus couldn’t even place that he had; it felt like a lifetime ago and he wasn’t looked upon much for his less-than-impressive form during the rotations growing up under Kam ‘Adantee’s care. “I...was cared by him yes, he is my mother’s fifth brother.” He replied, feeling more of his age at the thought of his mentor and maternal uncle. From other clan elders’ words, they looked more alike than he did his possible father.

Labus certainly wasn’t as masculine as he is now; he sneered to himself some at the memory of being so lithe and light compared to the others. His mother said he was from the passing forest fever that hit her during pregnancy or a malfunction in the incubator that didn’t help in the nutrients, but either way, it resulted in a young pup who were scorned on by common room-mates and heated the fire of self-improving ambition. Till now, the pride of Kam stood before a esteemed officer of the Covenant Empire with gore painting his harness and eyes hungry for more.

When the Muram ultra approached, Labus sensed a temporary end to the reunion. “Let us clear this field and the path beyond on our enemies’ blood, Field Master and let them all know the bones and talons of Adant might!” He said with a slight lean forward and crackled clench of his clawed finger.

Field Master Til Je’at ‘Ze’ta ‘Muramai

The General made for a maddened sweep for Til’s mobile legs, trying to end his almost unnatural agility but his fatigue and eye-pulsing adrenaline birthed a mistake of hyper-extending his sword arm too far. In one low-cut swoop of his own, the Muram huntmaster clashed and locked blades with a muscle-tight arm in one heartsbeat while a boot came slashing under the heretic’s armored chin the next. Silver-gleaming talon sliced upwards, sending mandible guards flying with bits of meat and blood after it.

Crashing on his back and quickly scampering back with his free hand grasping at his oozing throat, the heretic officer glared with fearful awe and damning hate at the standing Field Marshal. Coughing out blood painfully, he started to call out in his clan-tongue at three Sangheili busy trying to hold back the advancing Covenant troops, quickly heard their master’s call before making a hasty retreat to him.

“Aah...the endgame comes for you.” Til simply mused before clicking a glyph on his inner controls, painting kill points on the defenders and charged outright with heavy dirt-throwing lunges. “Stop him!” One of the majors cried, lifting his plasma repeater as the advancing Zealot kept his fearless charge, eyes widening in disbelieving surprise as the sword-hand squeezed, making the blade lengthen abit more.

Suddenly a trio of particle beams fired from the distance and ended the short resistance. As bodies fell with their indigo blood painting the air, the Field Marshal was leaping through the air with his legs primed like a raptor’s talons. Spreading and ‘claws’ shining off the falling sunlight, menacing and a Muram cry shrieked like a Mor’Beak deathknell, cape fluttering and emphasizing the poison jade of the attacker’s single visor.

Death was swooping and the General made one last attempt to defy it with a swing of his blade.

A loud crunch of bone and painful rattle of death; Til was over his prey with one foot’s talons gripping into the pierced sockets in a firm grip, the other pinned the sword-arm with his own sword locking the plasma sword into the ground in embrace. Head snapped back with the position of his helmet, splinters of his spine protruding from the throat as he spasming. Pain was screaming yet dull, blind and would scream if the Field Marshal didn’t snap the cranium one way, then wretched the other in a merciful fatality with the flung gore of torn brain matter and thick blood at the feet of a stunned Ultra.

Eyes stared at the fallen body of his immediate commander before coming up to look at the murderer who’ve done it, standing like a hero’s statue or a nightmare made reality. Til drank on it like the finest wine; the fear, the hate, the disbelief, the indecisive pausing...glorious. This was one of his favorite things invoking into traitors of the Covenant.

When the Heretic recognized the coming threat, he started to backpedal away from the Field Marshal as swift as he could, and turned with the outcry, “THE GENERAL IS DEAD! ALL RETREAT TO FORWARD BASE!”  With that came the infectious wave of shock and weakness, giving the Covenant the opportune time to stamp out opposition to their own forward march! With his deed down, Til turned himself and walked to box the Heretics with his fellow warriors. Seeing the static of a camouflaged operative, he ordered thus: "Finish him."

 The black-armored sniper walked towards the hill's short sloop, uncloaking as he lifted his particle beam rifle. Monocle twisted and extended as its advanced HUD made precise calculations and aim. Finger on the trigger, the special operative watched...waited as the ultra kept running. A disgusted sneer came to his muzzle before firing through the throat and face in one clean shot. A shot to the back hardly works on a spineless coward naturally. 

(Will post for the Ghost opposition on the Jiralhanae)

 

[Kalbim]

Wifix - Unngoy Ultra


Wifix was not very happy. The dropships left without him, forcing Wifix and his squad to stay on the ship. At least the enemy were boarding the frigate, and he could help some there. The squad moved up to take cover by some crates.

"Muglub, Zades, you two and I will you to suppress the heretic forces. Make sure they don't get anywhere. Erix, I want you to target any sort of leaders you see with the needler," said Wifix.

"Got it sir," said Erix.

Wifix saw the boarding craft land, followed by the T'voan screaming at the enemy, than all hell broke loose. Ambushing forces on the catwalk opened fire down on the ranger files, while the ground units did same. Wifix saw that Muglub and Zades had already unleashed their weapons, the superheated green material incinerating cover for the regular infantry to exploit. Wifix looked down the scope of his launcher and aimed it at an important looking Sangheili. After charging it for a few seconds, he fired. The 4 balls caused a great explosion on the Sangheili, killing it instantly. Erix began picking of the remaining Kig-Yar in the room.

"Hold the line!" Wifix shouted over the battle

(First post!)

[Arbiter124]

Minor Domo Sheng 'Muramai

"Oof!"

The dark blue armor of the minor smashed against the ground, shaking his entire body when he collided with the ground. The sun overhead blinded him as he stared up, but he was quickly shaded by the large frame of his opponent, another Sangheili, with its blade risen high into the air. The Sangheili's mandibles were spread wide as a hideous roar escaped his lungs, and he stabbed down towards Sheng.

The Minor rolled to the right, and the sword impaled the ground he was previously occupying. He rolled to his feet, and at this moment Kaze or Shandian might have entered a defensive stance, try to counter the next swing the heretic would pull.

This was Sheng, though.

Activating both of his gauntlets energy daggers, the young minor leaped out of his crouch, and tackled the heretic. They both landed on the ground, Sheng on top of his opponent. The minor domo got on his knees, still pinning the heretic. The downed Sangheili howled, and tried to swing his sword again, but the minor was faster, swiping with his left hand. The bright blue dagger boiled through its target with ease, and the sword wielding hand of the heretic toppled off.

Purple blood squirted out of his foe's hand as he whinnied. This was not the deep voice from earlier, this was a series of high shrieks. Sheng chuckled to himself in his rasped tone, and grabbed onto one mandible with each hand.

"Silence, no one wishes to hear a coward beg." The minor taunted, twisting and snapping both of the mandibles, turning the heretic's shrill cries into muffled calls. Sheng howled with laughter, but that was cut short when he felt a hand on his neck throw him backward.

Sheng grunted as he landed on his side. Scrambling onto one knee, he saw a helmetless Sangheili wielding the halberd of an Honor Guard. The heretic wore the modified armor of a major, which had war glyphs painted on. As the Sangheili approached, Sheng was only able to read one of the phrases that adorned the set of armor.

The Journey is False.

The staff was swung at him, horizontally. Sheng fell to his stomach, the weapon swishing right over him. Reaching onto his belt, he pulled out a plasma grenade, and activated it. The small blue ball suddenly glowed bright blue, and he tossed it up into the air. The weapon caught onto the Major's shoulder, who let out a grunt of worry. Sheng put his palms onto the ground and pushed himself to his feet. He locked eyes with the Major, formed a wicked grin and lifted his leg, planting his hoof on the heretic's chest and knocking him onto his back. The Minor laughed, until the grenade went off only two yards from him.

His shields were annihilated, and he was sent twirling through the air, until he landed on his stomach. He groaned, rolling to his back, unable to hear anything but the beeping of his armor and the terrible ringing in his ears.

Two hands grabbed onto him, and pulled him to his feet.

Sheng's vision was too blurry to see who it was, but it appeared to be another two Sangheili Minors.

His vision cleared to see Zoka and Kera.

"Let's go, 'Muramai. We've pushed them back."

Sheng nodded, still unable to fully grasp the words and process them. He saw Vral a few yards behind the other two, firing his plasma repeater towards something out of Sheng's field of vision. The Minor Domo let out a mighty roar and charged forward.

Sheng tried to shake off the numbness and join his ally.

Major Domo Shandian 'Muramai

"You two! Left side! Fire upon the traitors!" Shandian snarled as the two Unggoy Minors he barked at ran up the small incline to gain a strategic advantage over the heretics. Shandian caught the side of a T'voan heretic charging him at high speeds, rasped calls coming from its gaping jaws. 

The Major aimed his concussion rifle with one hand, and when the Skirmisher was within six yards, pulled the trigger once. The bright red ball of plasma sailed through the air. The T'voan attempted to change its course, but far too late. The thing flew to the side, legless. Blood spurted out from its waist, but Shandian paid no attention as he stepped over the dying creature.

He had a battle to win.

The red armored Sangheili heard a Kig-Yar's voice across his communication unit.

"Sir! The Minor is dead!"

"Then you're in charge Kig-Yar. Where are you?"

"On the hillside to your right, me and my two brothers have set up phalanx formation. We're stuck." 

Shandian glanced over to the left and saw a small incline, with two blue shielded Kig-Yar defending it, led by a red shielded Major Kig-Yar. Shandian saw the several Unggoy who were suppressing them, and aimed his weapon, firing three rounds. The first two shots landed near the Unggoy fodder, disorientating them. The final shot, however,hit an Unggoy in the chest, ripping off chunks of flesh and skin as the thing toppled to the ground. Shandian clicked his communication unit on.

"Advance."

The Kig-Yar on the hillside did not respond on the radio, but the Major domo saw them begin to advance down the hillside, firing as they went, shields up. Shandian nodded to himself.

"DIE!"

The Major turned in surprise to see a Skirmisher fully painted in red, leaping at him, jaws open. The thing was far smaller than the Sangheili, but it's speed hit Shandian like a truck. He grunted and toppled over onto his back, the thing snapping its jaws like a maniac above him. His weapon dropped to the side, and he used his hands to protect his neck. Raising his right arm, the T'voan snapped its jaws onto his gauntlet, cracking it, and holding its grip.

Shandian used his other hand to roll over and pin the Skirmisher, which was now flailing wildly, jaws still clenched on his arm. The Major reached for his plasma pistol and lined it up with the heretic's eye. Before it could even open its jaws and free itself, Shandian fired a singular shot into the thing's head, melting instantly.

"By the gods..." Shandian muttered, holstering his plasma pistol and grabbing onto his primary rifle. The Major stood up and shook it off, surveying the landscape and seeing that the heretics were being pushed back. He clicked on his radio.

"All surviving lance members, meet up on me, now."

[Huka]

Creche Commander of the Old Guard Reconnaissance

The battle was fierce and almost seemed lengthy, the Jiralhanae were strong and well-trained. Any tactical mind in the ghost-riding aggressors could see that. Few kills could be made and the senior members were powerful in their own rights in the augment of their barbaric tools. Leading the assault, the helmed Ultra-with armor splattered in the blood of his brothers-in-arms and vehicle scarred from a misfire of chopper arsenal-forcibly rammed one of the ripping monstrosity off the canyon with plasma cannons blasting the heated metal into molten slug. The scream of his victim echoing in his ears.

However, the delicious taste of that kill was soured when the hectic cries of Unggoy and some Sangheili rang into his comlink; the General was dead. Disappointment and rage was the first thing that ate into his soul, when his hatred came to the Jiralhanae, he saw that this battle might not be in their favor whilst seeing one of his Majors promptly executed by the barbarians’ chief. Mandibles sneered…how dare they believe themselves proper to be executing in such a fashion, flaunting their power in plain sight.

“All retreat back to the stronghold.” He ordered before rearing his armored vehicle and quickly dashed off, with his fellows hatefully doing as ordered and few who refused still tried to score a kill upon their foes.

[BetaWülf]

Jiralhanae Chieftain Garatus the Deathless, Restorer of Tribes, Slayer of Shadow Imps.
Flee while you still can, Heretics.

Garatus watched as the Ghosts retreated, the huge armored figure left standing in the dust, limps hanging at his sides with his blood covered hammer resting on the dry earth. His expression was stiff and angry as he watched the cowards flee, his back facing towards his Pack as he let out a low growl to himself. He chuckled as the news of the Heretic Generals death reached his ears through the communications, the cowards were reforming further into their own territory. This was a good sign Garatus decided. "Vehicular Pack mates, form up behind me. Grounded units, check yourselves and prepare to move out" Garatus said, his voice was unwavering and showed nothing of his inner anger at the few deaths of his own Pack. As soon as all his Pack had assembled behind himself, Garatus turned slowly to face them before speaking loudly for all to hear.

"We have lost several of our brave Pack mates to these Heretics, and for that I am truly sorry" Garatus said as his voice now echoed reverberated with disquiet rage for the fallen, "But let their sacrifice redouble our effort, for I have tremendous news for our cause! The General of the Hererics, is dead!" Garatus roared with prideful joy, splaying his arms wide and up into the air as the Pack irrupted into roars, howls and hoots of Zeal and a pleased smile spread over Garatus's face.

"The Heretics hold the folly of our brothers against us, thinking our value to be little and our lives worth nothing. Every Jiralhanae that was with these Heretics was brutally murdered without reason, these Heretics want us to be slaves. We, will never be subjugated and beaten!" Garatus roared, "Let your rage be your guide as we Walk the Path to Victory" Garatus said, thrusting his hammer into the air as his Pack ran forward in a fit of rage, streaming after the trail of the Heretics with Garatus turning and jogging at the front. "We will be conquerors" Garatus said to himself as he ran forward with his Pack at his back.


Roh Gel, T'vaoan Major.
Stupid Sangheili, damn Unggoy, blasted Kig-yar....

Roh darted through the dirt dry shrubbery like a predator pursuing its feeble minded and weak bodied quarry, the Sangheili Minor never saw it coming as he lead his Heretic swine through the tall bushes. Roh dropped to the ground in his run and slid through the dust, his Gel blade slicing the back of the Heretic finger-face's knee. The Sangheili dropped to one knee with a roar and immediately raised his plasma rifle, Roh roundhouse kicked the weapon from the Sangheili's double thumbed hand before viciously slashing the throat open. Roh leapt into the safety and cover of the shrubbery as plasma fire pinged into his armor from the now aware Kig-yar who had been with the Heretic hinge head.

The Heretic Kig-yar were quickly dispatched, his Kel warrior decapitating one as his consort killed another with plasma fire. Roh leapt high, but as soon as he landed leapt up and forward in clockwise spin with his Gel blade. The Surprised Kig-yar would forever more have that expression of shock on his face as his head spun in the air and and a arm blade flew past the Heretics spurting neck. Roh listened and heard no more Heretics in the immediate area, and so decided to clean his blade quickly before continuing on. He pulled a rag from his belt and as he wiped the blood and gore off he noticed his blade was chipped when the rag snagged on it, 'how annoying' Roh thought to himself before squawking and continuing on his way with his fellow T'vaoan.

Unggoy Ultra Dakek.
How... odd.

Dakek crept through the big rock outcroppings with his fellow Unggoy, searching for Heretic scum to fight. Soon enough they found them, or more aptly were found by them. Dakek tumbled to the ground as something heavy landed on his back and pulled him down, as he rolled around with it in the dust he realized he was grappling with another Unggoy. Dakek had never seriously fought another Unggoy before, nothing but a few scraps that didn't even draw blood in the end. Dakek was scared he might lose but suddenly it was like he lost all fear or like somebody else was in control. He knocked the other Unggoy off by getting his foot on his foes gut and kicking hard, before he jumped to his feet. The Heretic made a swing at Dakek's face but Dakek side stepped it and retaliated with an elbow to the back, a sloppy attempt at backhanding was responded to with a block of the forearm and an uppercut to the jaw.

Dakek continued the fight, matching or deflecting every move sent his way, it seemed beyond the average Unggoy's capabilities even.... Dakek knocked his foe down to a kneeling position with a kick to the side of the knee, before he brutally rammed his elbow spike into the forehead of the other Unggoy. The first blow cracked the Chitin, the second blow fractured the skull, the third blow caved in the skull and the fourth blow was for good measure. Dakek stood for a moment, silent and stern in expression, before he became himself once more and was appalled by what he had just done. Dakek tried to wipe the blue blood off his elbow but only succeeded in getting it all over his hands, he then tried to furiously wipe it off his hands, but only succeeded in getting blood all over his armor. Dakek screamed and ran around in a circle as he lost control and went into a panic attack upon his unintentional self covering of blood, rolling around on the ground and flailing about in his meltdown.

[Remnant]

Major Resku 'Verekee
Baptism by Fire

Rolling to the side, Resku quickly dodged a blow that a Sangheili Heretic delivered. It's curveblades slammed into the ground. Resku got back up from the roll, and charged the Heretic, doing a side sweep. The Heretic fell onto it's back, with Resku quickly plunging his right Curveblade into the Heretic's chest. He then used the other blade to slice the Heretic's jugular vain, quickly ending it's life.

Two more Heretics charged. Resku grabbed his Plasma Repeater and fired a barrage at both. One avoided the shots while the other took many to the chest. It succumbed to the pain quickly as it fell on it's back. The other Heretic was getting closer, and lifted his curveblade above his head, and slammed it down toward Resku. Resku grabbed the other end of his Plasma Repeater with his left hand and held it above him horizontally. The Curveblade was slammed into the middle of the Repeater and the two were locked.

Resku pushed the blade off his Repeater with the force of the weapon, and then slammed the stock of the weapon into the Heretic's face. Two of the Heretic's mandibles broke, and it turn around holding it's mouth in pain. Putting the Repeater away, Resku slammed his left elbow into the back on the Heretic's neck. A snapping sound was heard as the Heretic fell onto it's belly. To make sure the Heretic was dead, Resku stomped his left foot into the Heretic's back, then activated his right Energy Dagger, and then slammed it into the Heretic's skull. The Heretic was now dead. Resku looked in front of him. Whatever forces were left, they were quickly retreating. Why they were, Resku had no idea. But he took this break time to rendezvous his Lance.

Using the communications unit in his HUD, he contacted his Lance members. "Malevolence Lance, form up! Rendezvous at my location. Sending Coordinates now." Resku spoke loud and clear. He looked down at the Heretic corpses. It was going to be a long day...

Minor Karonus
Avenging the Fallen

Karonus looked among the climate. He'd just got through a bloody battle with a few Unggoy and an Sangheili. They fell easily, as the Unggoy panicked, leaving the Sangheili vulnerable. Karonus quickly slaughtered them all. Now he was walking, until he spotted a very familar Chopper...Garatus' Chopper. Karonus ran to it, and stopped dead in his tracks as he noticed three Kig-Yar scavenging a Minor's corpse. Pulling out his Impaler and Spiker, Karonus shot three Spikes from the Spiker into a Kig-Yar's back. It straightened it's back completely in sheer shock as it was paralyzed. Karonus then aimed his Impaler and shot a spike into the back of it's head.

The second Kig-Yar turned and fired it's Carbine at Karonus. One shot hit the right side of his chestpiece, one shot hit the left side of his chestpiece, and one shot grazed his left shoulder piece, leaving a sleek burn mark. This only slowed Karonus down slightly, as he charged at the Kig-Yar. He grabbed the barrel of the Carbine, ripped it from the Kig-Yar's hands, and slammed the stock into the side of the Kig-Yar's beak, like a baseball bat. The Kig-Yar's head spun into a 180, snapping it's neck. He kicked it down and threw the Carbine at the third Kig-Yar, knocking it down onto it's back and it's weapon out of it's hand.

It crawled backwards as Karonus walked closer. Karonus reached down and grabbed the Kig-Yar by it's thin neck. He crushed it's windpipe and threw the pathetic bird to the side. He heard growling behind him, so he drew his Scimitars, and turn around. He saw a Curveblade coming right at him. He used his left Scimitar to parry the attack, and plunged his right Scimitar into the attacking Sangheili's belly. Stunned, the Sangheili looked down at it's new wound. Karonus then plunged his left Scimitar into the left side of the Heretic's neck. Retracting the right Scimitar, he lunged with it at the Heretic's neck, going for a clean beheading. Simultaneously pulling out the left Scimitar, the right Scimitar sliced off the Sangheili's head, sending it hurling into the sky.

Karonus went into a 180 spin from the force of the slice, and his back was now facing the Sangheili's corpse. The corpse fell to the ground and the Sangheili's head fell in front of Karonus. Karonus quickly stomped his foot into it, squishing the head into a bloody puddle. Karonus walked over to the Jiralhanae Minor's corpse. He kneeled in front of it and spoke a prayer.

"May you finally find peace, young blood. Your great journey has come to and end. May the Gods treat you well." Karonus solemnly spoke.

Karonus then sat into the Chopper's driver seat, and made a U-Turn to return to Garatus. It was a quick ride, nothing to delay his route. The scenery was nice too. Bloodshed was everywhere, bodies were piled up mountains high. It looked like the Heretics were loosing. Hopefully they were.

After a few minutes, Karonus arrived to Garatus' position. He was getting ready to give a speech.

 "We have lost several of our brave Pack mates to these Heretics, and for that I am truly sorry" Garatus said as his voice now echoed reverberated with disquiet rage for the fallen, "But let their sacrifice redouble our effort, for I have tremendous news for our cause! The General of the Hererics, is dead!" Garatus roared with prideful joy, splaying his arms wide and up into the air as the Pack irrupted into roars, howls and hoots of Zeal and a pleased smile spread over Garatus's face.

"The Heretics hold the folly of our brothers against us, thinking our value to be little and our lives worth nothing. Every Jiralhanae that was with these Heretics was brutally murdered without reason, these Heretics want us to be slaves. We, will never be subjugated and beaten!" Garatus roared, "Let your rage be your guide as we Walk the Path to Victory" Garatus said, thrusting his hammer into the air as his Pack ran forward in a fit of rage, streaming after the trail of the Heretics with Garatus turning and jogging at the front.

Karonus nearly shed a tear at the amazing speech. Nearly. Karonus quickly sped to the front of the march, and slowed as a rid beside Garatus at a slow speed, so he wouldn't be too far ahead of him. With a slightly saddened look on his face, clearly obvious, Karonus explained the situation. "Got your Chopper back in one piece, brother. The Minor who rode it...he didn't make it. May he finally rest in peace. His Great Journey has come to an end." Karonus said. Karonus looked at the march then back at his brother and smiled. "I see you have inspired much moral in the Jiralhanae. I wish to join this march to Victory. The Heretics will fall before us." Karonus spoke.

[Arbiter124]

Sheng 'Muramai

Sangheili Minor Domo

"Form up!" The lance leader's deep voice boomed in Sheng's head. The Minor Domo held his repeater down, looking at the bodies that were littered on the battlefield, Heretic and Covenant alike. Any stragglers of the enemy faction were sprinting away, like cowards. 

Sheng stepped over a Jiralhanae's body, who's husk was singed from plasma fire. Vral was a few yards ahead. Zoka and Kera trailed behind the 'Muram child.

The Red Armored Commander stood above a few corpses, holding a plasma repeater, with Curveblades holstered. Sheng held his own rifle in one hand, and rubbed his helm in the other. He could still feel the ache in his temples from the explosion that took out his shields and left him vulnerable. If it wasn't for the other two file mates, he would have been unable to defend himself from even an Unggoy Heretic if one came across him.

He could never do that again.

He needs to rely on no one.

Only himself.

"Major! I am Minor Domo Vral-"

Sheng knocked into Vral with one shoulder, hard. The force from the blow made Vral stumble forward, falling onto one knee. The Minor Domo looked back at Sheng with wild eyes, but the 'Muram soldier gave him a look that read "Do you really want to do that?"

Vral slowly stood up, brushed himself off, and walked away.

Sheng turned back to the Major, "Hello, Major. I'm Sheng 'Muramai. You gave us orders to form up."

Shandian 'Muramai

Major Domo

"Sir..." The Kig-Yar Major spoke, as he tended to one of his subordinates legs, which was being bandaged from the flesh ripped off by a spiker round. The Kig-Yar would be able to walk, but he wouldn't be as fast as he used to be.

"Yes, Major?" Shandian responded, as he popped off the top of his concussion rifle. The Officer had lost a Sangheili Minor leading the Kig-Yar file, and an Unggoy Minor in the fray. That left one Sangheili Minor, two Unggoy, and three Kig-Yar, one of those three having to take on the responsibility of leading the file.

"What's our next move?"

"We wait. Orders to advance will reach us soon enough. Until then..." Shandian reached onto his hip and brought up a small leather container, raising his head and screwing off the cap. He poured the water down his throat, clearing his dry throat. He was incredibly dehydrated from the battle beforehand. The Officer stepped backward and sat down on a piece of ghost that was ripped from its original vehicle, resting his legs.

He breathed outward, relaxed, and met the Kig-Yar Major's eyes. He raised the container.

"Want some?"

The Major hesitated at first, but seeing as this might be his only opportunity, he nodded, and Shandian tossed the thing over to the Kig-Yar, who sat on the ground and caught it with both hands, taking a sip.

"Thank you, Officer. I'm parched."

"What's your name, Kig-Yar?" Shandian questioned.

The Major took another sip, made a satisfied sound, and tossed the container back to Shandian. He grabbed onto his Needler, eyeing it as he began to speak.

"Bok, sir. Bok Kal is my full name, but Bok is just fine."

Shandian nodded, and looked up towards the sky, placing his container beside him.

"Well Bok, pleased to meet you. I'm Shandian, call me what you wish, though."

"Thank you for the drink... Shandian."

"No worries."

[Remnant]

Resku 'Verekee
Wave Two

Resku was pleased at the arrival of 1st File, giving a nod of approval.

"Hello, Major. I'm Sheng 'Muramai. You gave us orders to form up." Resku heard nearby. He turned around to see a Minor greeting him. Resku gave a nod in response. He heard more footsteps and turned once more to see 2nd File. "Your late." Resku snarled. Resku then turned around, pulled out his Carbine, aimed down sights, using his HUD and physiology to enhance his zoom.

He saw two Lances inbound, about 100 feet away. "Wave incoming. 2 Majors, 4 Minors, and...16 Unggoy." Resku said. Resku fired six shots. Three hit three Unggoy in their big heads, two hit two Unggoy in the chest, right between the armour, hitting their skin. The shots pierced their hearts. The final shot hit an Unggoy in the neck, and it fell to the ground dead.

"Make that 10 Unggoy." a satisfied Resku said at the approaching wave. "Weapons out. Find cover, these boulders should be efficient." Resku said, observing the many boulders that covered the entire landscape. "This next wave shall be slaughtered. Along with any more coming in behind them." Resku said as he walked towards a boulder, preparing to take cover behind it.

[Arbiter124]

Sheng 'Muramai

Minor Domo

Sheng didn't even glance at the Major, nor his own file mates before raising his repeater and letting out a roar of aggression, throwing away any chance of getting into cover as he charged forward. He saw Unggoy raise their weapons to shoot the Minor down, but those grunts appeared to have orders against such an action, directing their attention towards the other members of Sheng's files.

Sheng was an easy target, why would they do this?

The Minor saw his answer when a Sangheili wearing the sleek, modified armor of a Major-Class vaulted over one of the Unggoy, holding a curveblade and charging Sheng.

The 'Muram Soldier smiled and threw his rifle aside, activating both of his daggers.

The two athletic Sangheili closed the distance in seconds, and Sheng managed to swing first, stabbing at the Major. The Heretic brought his torso back, however, and swiped with his metal blade. Sheng tried to take a step back, but he was still too close as his shields went down to half strength from the glancing blow. He staggered, but regained balance in time to duck another swing, and spin in a three sixty, his foot raising up into a roundhouse kick, which made contact with the Heretic's skull. 

The Major stumbled to the side, and Sheng saw his chance, stabbing again with his blades. However, the Major was quick as well, shoving his knee into Sheng's gut and causing him to spit up blood. His dagger was thrown off course and ended up merely sailing through thin air. 

Sheng could feel the hot breath of his foe, they were so close. The Minor brought his head backward, and lurched forward, making direct contact with the Major's helm. The Heretic grunted, stumbling backwards. Sheng swung his fist, the dagger not out this time. It made contact with his foe's head, and the Major stumbled again, onto one knee.

Sheng let out one short, abrupt laugh as he unholstered his plasma pistol and leveled it with the kneeling Heretic's head.

"As it should be, traitor." The Minor taunted.

The Major clearly wasn't done yet either, and swung the back of his hand with surprising force, knocking the sidearm out of Sheng's grasp. The Young Soldier let out a grunt of worry as the Major tackled him, both of them toppling onto the ground.

Sheng shook his head as the Major got a position on top of him. The Heretic swung his fist into Sheng's temple, and the ringing sound from the grenade returned. He yelled in pain and anger as another swing hit him, splattering his own blood on the ground next to him. The dark purple liquid dripped off of his mandible guards and gurgled in the back of his throat, but this was far from over. 

Sheng freed one arm and activated his dagger. Before a third punch could further daze him, the Minor shoved the blade quickly into the thigh of the Major, in and out. The Major howled in pain, and Sheng grabbed him by the neck, pushing him off. The Minor rolled onto one knee, and set a defensive position.

The Major stood weakly on two feet and did the same.

"I'll handle this one."

[Remnant]

Resku 'Verekee
Chain Reaction

Resku looked around. His troops were fighting bravely. Especially Sheng, who was fighting a Heretic Major. "I'll handle this one." He said.

Resku fired from his position, killing 5 more Unggoy and a Sangheili Minor. Zoka, Vral, and Kera finished the rest of the Unggoy, while 2nd File obliterated the Sangheili Minor. Resku was pleased once more. He looked toward Sheng, who was about to deliver the killing blow to the Major. Resku then heard fuel rod fire.

He looked out in the distance. Two Heavy Unggoy Files. But these Unggoy had modified Fuel Rods. The Fuel Rods had hoses hitched to the back of their tanks, which fed the Fuel Rod lots of ammo. He figured the weathered boulders would hold from one of their barrages. He was wrong, as a three shots whizzed by him, and a fourth shot hitting a boulder near him, exploding it into pieces.

Resku looked down his Carbine with the zoom again. He noticed that the tanks on the Unggoy's were highly explosive. By shooting them, he'd set off a chain reaction transforming the two Files into flaming corpses. Resku aimed and prepared to fire, but before he could take the shot, someone already fired.

Who fired, he didn't know, but he watched as the chain reaction was set. The files were sent into green flames, like the ferocious greek fire. After the explosions settled, he looked around to who took the shot, setting his eyes on Sheng.

[Arbiter124]

Sheng 'Muramai

Sangheili Minor Domo

Sheng tucked his legs and ducked under another swing of the Major's curveblade. He needed a way to win. It was a standstill if he didn't find something to tip the balance, promise him victory. 

The Minor Domo lifted his leg and kicked out, his hoof hitting the shin of the Heretic. The traitorous Sangheili whinnied, and buckled. Sheng stood back up, and was about to kick the Major again, when an explosion set off near the both of them, sending the two Sangheili through the air and onto the ground.

Sheng hit hard, rolling along the ground, finally coming to a stop on his stomach. He groaned, putting his palms against the ground and pushing himself onto his knees. He looked up, to see the red, soot covered armor of the Major. The Heretic's hand shot out, grasping Sheng's neck. The Sangheili felt his rival's claws dig into his throat, and more blood piled up in his mouth.

He struggled to breath against the force of his opponents powerful grasp. Sheng forced himself to meet the Heretic's eye's. His arrogant grin.

Sure of victory.

The Minor was beginning to choke on a mixture of his own blood and the Major's slow, tightening grip. His vision became blurry, thought and images rushing by in his mind far faster than he could comprehend.

His dark eyes drifted over to an object to his right.

His plasma pistol

Sheng activated his right hand's dagger, and swiped in a waxing motion towards the Major's head. The Heretic tried to bring his head back, but too late. Sheng's weapon boiled through the two bottom mandibles, and the Heretic squealed in unbearable pain, letting go of Sheng and backing up, placing both hands on his wound. 

Sheng bent over, barely in reach of his pistol. He pulled it near him, and began charging the weapon. 

The Minor Domo leaped forward, grabbing onto the Heretic's shoulder with one arm and pressing the charged pistol against the Heretic's gut. Sheng put his head side by side with his victim's.

"The Journey does not show forgiveness."

He fired the weapon, the green plasma shattering the Heretic's shielding systems. The superheated round boiled right through the gut and spine of the Sangheili, letting blood spray out the back, landing on the ground behind its owner.

"Neither do I."

The Heretic let out gurgled gasps as blood poured out of his mouth like a waterfall. Sheng let go of the Major's shoulder, letting him slump down on the ground next to him, a hollow shell of what was once a respectable opponent.

"Unggoy! Kill'em all!"

Sheng turned around, to see a little more than half of a dozen Unggoy, all of them wielding heavy weapons. His heart dropped. Firepower to that caliber will decimate both of the Lance's files. 

"No..." Sheng muttered, and he grabbed his other grenade, charging the grouping of Unggoy. He needed to get close, they would never fire a shot that would potentially harm themselves. Sheng sprinted towards them at full speed, firing his weapon as he went. One emerald colored round hit an Unggoy in the knee, causing him to buckle onto the other, yelping. The files noticed him now, but he had already closed the distance. He raised his boot to the closest one, and kicked it in the chest. The Unggoy Heretic flew backward, his ribs shattering from the impact of Sheng's powerful leg. The Heavy slammed into another, sending both sprawling on the ground. 

Sheng aimed his pistol at another adjacent one, and fired two shots, which burned right through the mask, and skull of his victim. He nudged the still standing corpse aside and grabbed another, heaving the Heretic into the air, in a headlock. The Unggoy gasped for air, letting go of its weapon and grabbing onto Sheng's gauntlet, trying to pry the mighty Sangheili's arm off of its neck.

With his other hand, Sheng leveled the plasma pistol with the Unggoy's small, bony head. He began to slowly back up, away from the other Unggoy. The survivors aimed their powerful weapons, simply staring at the Sangheili and his hostage. He was about four yards away when he holstered his weapon, and slightly loosened his grip on his prisoner.

"Do not try to survive. Or I will burn you alive." Sheng whispered into his hostage's ear as he activated his last grenade, sticking it onto the Unggoy's chest. He moved his arm, grabbing the neck of the Unggoy with his hand, and tossing him forward. The Unggoy stumbled into the crowd, and the others started to scream words of worry and dismay. 

Sheng smiled, and turned around, entering a full sprint back towards the main group. He did not wish to risk death on a few Unggoy. What would Kaze think of that?

The explosion was loud, and horrific. Even by Sheng's standards. 

Although unable to see it, the ensuing sounds gave him a pretty good image in his mind as he dove behind a boulder. A green inferno, with blue streaks from the original cause of the explosion. Blood, guts, limbs, bones, and screams.

Sheng sat leaning on the boulder, panting heavily, blood still dripping from his mandibles onto his soot covered chestplate.

[Remnant]

Resku 'Verekee
In Awe

Resku stared at the amazing destruction that just happened. He then turned toward Sheng, who was resting behind a boulder. "Those were my kills..." Resku sneered. He then quickly smiled and chuckled. "Great thinking, what you did there." Resku said as he watched the green and blue bonfire. He then turned to the rest of the Lance members, "May you all learn from his wonderful example." He spoke.

Noticing no more reinforcements, Resku figured they should rest with before regrouping with the Sect. "The waves have stopped. We may rest for now. But we must regroup with the Sect, sooner or later." Resku sat down, leaning against a boulder, breathing slightly heavily. He noticed the File members communicating, but Resku decided to keep to himself. He inspected his weapons, mostly his beloved Carbine. He gave a small laugh as he reminisced on his beloved Carbine. He's made so many kills with it. It was a very efficient weapon, especially for his keen subspecies.

[Arbiter124]

Sheng 'Muramai

Sangheili Minor Domo

Sheng leaned on the rock, panting. His weapon was taken dropped off somewhere during the fight. He stared at the ground, until he heard the Major speak to him. He was too winded to respond to the Officer, so instead he just nodded. 

Kaze would've been impressed by that. He killed a large batch of them on his own, with damage, yes, but it was nothing of a big deal. Blood still dripped from his mandibles, and the feeling annoyed him a little bit. It felt wet and uncomfortable hanging off of his mandible. He wiped it away with his wrist, but more blood replaced what was wiped off. He shook his head violently to get all of the blood in his mouth out, but that didn't work at all. All that did was replace the headache in his mind.

"Dammit..." He groaned, closing his eyes and looking up at the sky. He grabbed his helmet with both hands and slowly removed it, dropping it to his side, and letting his scalp bask in the sunlight. He had a small gash in the side of his head, probably from the explosion that knocked him aside earlier. He really didn't care, it wasn't deep. So it wasn't a problem.

The Minor looked towards the main group, who paid no attention to the wounded Minor, who had saved all of their hides. He let out a grunt to clear his throat, and stood up, placing his helmet on one of the boulders and walking into the open to grab his rifle.

[BasedGoody]

Japkip
Unggoy Major

The Unggoy strutted towards an open spot and sat down. He lied in the sunlight while letting time decide the fate of his wounds. A needle had skimmed by his leg earlier leaving a small nick in his rocky skin. He had acquired a range of bumps and bruises from his combat, but no confirmed kills. This didn't matter to the small creature. He wasn't out for blood but rather for his brothers protection. The sun was blinding to him so he looked off into the bright blue sky. It was welcoming to him. Silently he thought about those he had lost in the past and what they had done for him. 

His old file were his best friends, and after everything that happened he knew that he had to live for them. Slowly he pulled out what he had gotten from before, the energy sword of his old friend who took his own life. Japkip looked at the shiny handle. It twinkled in the light. The Unggoy put it back and leaned back. His bones ached and his skin was sore. He tried to remain quite still and clear his mind. Around him the others were bandaging up from the battle before.

He had a new file now. They are good people, Japkip thought. He would die for them just as his brothers had done for him.

[Remnant]

Resku 'Verekee
A Rest Earned

Resku had closed his eyes for a moment, and rested for a few minutes. He opened his eyes and looked at the landscape for a moment. He noticed something on the ground in front of him. A Plasma Repeater. Resku got up and walked towards it, and then kneeled down in front of it. He checked to make sure he still had his, and he did. He picked up the weapon, wondering who's it was. Nobody in the Lance was paying attention, they were all talking to each other.

But Sheng wasn't with them. He looked to his left to Sheng looking for a weapon. He then walked towards him and tapped him on his shoulder, and held the weapon in front of him, gesturing him to take it. "I believe you lost this." Resku said.

[BetaWülf]

Sangheili Major Gjanee Bakee.

Gjanee had continued his attacking and defending, his superiors and subordinates likely very near. Gjanee let out a ghastly, rolling hiss which went booming towards his enemies as he leapt down upon them. He slammed viciously into another Sangheili and his knee crushed the ribcage of a Kig-yar as he landed before he ended up rolling down along with the Heretic. Gjanee rose to his feet as his foe scrambled to do the same, but Gjanee was faster. The Bak warriors hand whipped out, the back of it colliding solidly against the Heretic's mandibles with a resonating crack of bone. The Heretic fell onto his back before Gjanee kicked the plasma rifle from his enemies hand, stomping on the chest of the combat harness to try and rend it. The harness dented but the Heretic tried to rise up and attack Gjanee, that was just no good. Gjanee let the Heretic get a hold on his left arm before yanking him up and into his clenched fist, Gjanee hit the other Sangheili again, and again until the other was too dazed to resist.

Gjanee began to yank and pull at the chest armor, trying to get at the flesh beneath. The armor was slowly pried off revealing the bare skin below, the cocky Heretic having removed his combat skin in an act of stupidity and pride. Gjanee raked one of his maces blades across the skin opening it up deep with purple blood seeping furiously outwards, Gjanee used his sharp spade-like claws to rip deeper into his enemies chest. Ribs kept Gjanee from his prize, what he sought so venomously. He took his mace and slammed it into his victims chest, breaking the ribs. Gjanee did it again six inches to the side of the cracks, making entry into the chest cavity easier. His victim was quickly expiring so he hastened his act of brutality, he ripped around the ribs and wrapped his fingers around the disjointed bone. He ripped his hand back as his victim let out its death scream before he plunged his claws into the cavity, groping for his prize.

His eyes lit up with a malicious glee as his hands blind probing found his quarry, he pulled slowly and steadily and his arm came out inch by inch. His gore covered fist finally emerged with a heart in its grip, still beating. He fed the first heart out, but he wanted the complete set, he wanted the second heart too. He let out a chortle of appeased barbarism when the second heart came out, connected to the first by several valves. Gjanee roared to himself in triumph as he hooked the two hearts across his chest piece as they puttered into stillness. He stood, both hands and arms covered up to the elbow in purple blood and chunks of displaced muscle tissue. He rejoined the other Sangheili nearby, paying no mind to the Major returning a Plasma Repeater to a Minor whom he now stood not too far from.

(Didn't want to butt in on your(Arbiter124 and Remnant) characters interaction, but wanted to get my Major in the area with the other PC Sangheili, so feel to ignore Gjanee )

Jiralhanae Chieftain Garatus the Deathless, Restorer of Tribes, Slayer of Shadowed Imps.

Garatus continued to jog at the head of his Pack, jogging at a steady pace with fierce ambitions on his mind. He watched as his brother rode up beside him, on Garatus's own Chopper. Garatus listened to Karonus and nodded "That was only the end of one Journey brother, he is on another now, may his soul make good time" Garatus said, assured he spoke the truth. "You have my thanks as well, that Chopper was my fathers before me, did you know that?" Garatus mentioned, more emphasis placed on the thanking.

Garatus nodded to Karonus, he was glad to have his brothers support, it made him feel more certain in his authority. "You are more than welcome here brother, I would have no others at my back but you and our Uncle" Garatus said, he meant every word of it. "I try to lead them as I would want to be lead, I will be their friend, their Packmate. But I will tolerate no stupidity or reasonless failures, as I would expect my leader to do. The role of a Chieftain is not one strictly of power, always remember that brother, you have to keep true to yourself as well as your Tribe" Garatus said trying to give guidance to Karonus. "The times are changing little brother, I was never meant to be Chieftain, not as it was. I am the third son of a Chieftain, before the Covenant had found our people the only reason I could be a Chieftain is because I was descended from them. Now, with the Covenant, those who deserve it, can have it too. You, my brother, could be a Chieftain some day, aspire to it and stay true. Stay true to you, and, to our people and you will achieve greatness."

[Faclan]

Eugenius - Chieftain aide and mystic
Mmm, I would have worded that differently.

Roaring in approval as the Heretic's sped off with the few ghosts that were remaining, the ones who had knocked out their vehicles quickly gunned down as they tried to flee. But his attention was brought to Chieftain Garatus as he started to do a speech. It was a pretty stirring sight, him standing there in purple splotched and purple smeared hammer. But the speech was a bit...odd. Why was he apologizing for something the heretics did? If anything he should have started with the be spurred on their deaths rather than make himself appear back sliding than he was right there.

Giving a bit of a shrug he pulled out his notebook and made a quick note in the section about this battle about the speech. Now was not the time to discuss that part of the speech as he noted that his notebook was also nearly full. Next time he was on Doisac he would have to file away...this sixth one and then grab another to start filling. Oh the joy he would have tome-ing all those together, hopefully others would actually read them. Blinking a bit as the column started to move Euigne hopped onto the small wing of one of the Prowlers that was passing by.

The ending of his nephews little speech was much better as he roared with the rest of the pack as they started to go, but he hummed a bit as he thought about what the retreating force would do as he unhooked the radio from his bandolier and spoke it it to Garatus, up at the front, of his concerns. "The survivors of the Ghost force will know what we have to fight them and will prepare accordingly, we may want to try something unconventional to grind them into the mud - followed by roasting their Kig-Yar pets for a victory feast."


Cad - Kig-Yar Major
Joining up with some T'vaoan.

Blinking Cad had sworn he had only looked away for a second yet the Sangheili he had been saluting had vanished. Erring a bit he looked around and found that they had moved off already, at quite a rate. Turning back to his file he gave a sharp hiss as he noticed that Kot was engaging in the wholesome pursuit of battlefield looting. Looking up and noding the Kig-Yar dropped the dead T'voans skull as he had just finished pulled a nice coral trinket necklace off the body and joined the rest of the file. With that they started to move off toward the leaving force, but stopped when Cad received a radio transmission that the enemy forward command general was dead and the rest were retreating to their main base. Relaying this to his force he glanced over as a few plasma bursts came from an outcropped of rocks before a file of uniformed T'vaoans stepped out and seemed to be heading toward the main force as well.

Nodding at his file they quickly trotted over to them as Cad stopped a respectful distance from the lead male, a rare sight these days, who had a large scar down the side of his beak as he saluted and nodded.

"Greetings Mate, Cad, got room for another group for your little warband?" The helmeted, long sleeved, Major asked the T'vaoan - a somewhat odd amount of friendliness from Cad as Pad erred a bit but Nas and Kot just stood dutifully behind Cad.


(SSA and Kael waiting on some posts.)

[Remnant]

Jiralhanae Minor Karonus
Remember our Past, Dreaming of our Future

"That was only the end of one Journey brother, he is on another now, may his soul make good time" Garatus said, assured he spoke the truth. "You have my thanks as well, that Chopper was my fathers before me, did you know that?" Garatus mentioned, more emphasis placed on the thanking.


"I did not know this was your father's. But now that I do, I'm glad I've returned it in one piece." Karonus said, as he rode on with the jogging Garatus.

"You are more than welcome here brother, I would have no others at my back but you and our Uncle" Garatus said, he meant every word of it. "I try to lead them as I would want to be lead, I will be their friend, their Packmate. But I will tolerate no stupidity or reasonless failures, as I would expect my leader to do. The role of a Chieftain is not one strictly of power, always remember that brother, you have to keep true to yourself as well as your Tribe" Garatus said trying to give guidance to Karonus. "The times are changing little brother, I was never meant to be Chieftain, not as it was. I am the third son of a Chieftain, before the Covenant had found our people the only reason I could be a Chieftain is because I was descended from them. Now, with the Covenant, those who deserve it, can have it too. You, my brother, could be a Chieftain some day, aspire to it and stay true. Stay true to you, and, to our people and you will achieve greatness."


"I'm glad to have your guidance, Brother. Someday I do wish to become Chieftain. Not for the power, not for the glory, not for the authority, not for the greed. But rather, for the chance to change the Jiralhanae back into what we once were." Karonus said, imagining himself as Chieftain. "When I was a youngster, I studied our history in my spare time, whether that be you left the house to go hunt, or during dinner. Once, the Jiralhanae was a space faring race. I want to someday bring that glory back to our race. Where we made our own ships, instead of borrowing from the Empire. Where we made more...advanced, to say the least, weapons than what we have now." Karonus continued, examining his barbaric Spiker. "I have great dreams. But for me to fulfill them, I must first become a great Jiralhanae." Karonus finished, and continued to ride beside Garatus at a steady pace.

[Arbiter124]

Sheng 'Muramai

Sangheili Minor Domo

Sheng turned over the burning hide of an Unggoy with his hoof. The thing rolled onto its back, and its head stared blankly up at the sky. Half of its head was gone, and the half that remained was nothing more than a crisped skull with patches on skin littered around.

The Minor Domo knelt down beside the corpse, and checked it for any weapons he could take. Anything that was equipped to the creature must have been ripped to pieces by the explosion prior, though.

The Sangheili sighed, and stood back up. He scanned the area for a weapon to fit his wishes. He would've preferred a Needle Rifle, or even a Plasma Rifle. Something that could deal damage to infantry.

"I believe you lost this." 

Sheng glanced behind him, not yet turning around. He caught a glimpse of the dirty, red armor of his Officer, who held a Plasma Repeater. The Minor casually turned to face his superior, reaching out and grabbing hold of the repeater. He looked down at the rifle running his claws over the sleek blue metal. He wasn't one hundred percent sure this was his rifle from earlier, but little did it matter. A weapon was a weapon.

"Appreciated." Sheng muttered, staring off into space. He brought himself back into the present, and locked eyes with the Major.

"What's our next move, sir?"