Huka's Halo-Borderland Experiment: The Zealot

[Huka]

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Huka Je'at Ze'ta ‘Humamai

Biographical information

Birthplace:   Humam, Nosrulia (S. Quiet Devotion)
Born:            August 13, 2472 [[Based on translated Covenant Military Calendar]]
Species:        Sangheili
Gender:         Male
Height:          10’ ft
Mass:             878 lbs
Eye color:      Red and Yellow

Political and military information

Affiliation:      Covenant (formerly)
                       Swords of Sanghelios
Rank:              Councilor (Formerly), Field Marshal, Kaidon of Humam, Zealot
Notable info:
                      *Battled in the 20-year-long Heretic Uprising from Major to Field Master
                      *Conquered 5 Human worlds personally
                      *Retired into Covenant Politics in Human Date of 2545
　                   *Served as a political student to the Prophet of Hope
　　                *One of the surviving Sangheilian members of the High Council
                      *Field Marshal of the multi-racial Army of Divine Reverence

Current Known Objective

Primary Objective:
                      Recover paid information and relics from Kig-yar Guild informant

Secondary Objective:
                      Unknown...

Current Location...Last Coordination: 4 km from Intended Designation--Developing Colony codenamed YAPPA

 A heavily-damaged Lich ripped through the afternoon sky's clouds with plasma streaks and smoke making a less than subtle warning as she made a arched dive into the mountainside. Barely missing a patrolling reptilian beast's head, the creature ducked and released an angry snarl at the crashing vehicle before rushing to whatever it was trekking for. Her eerie engines whined in attempt to recover at least some kind of stable landing but the resulting crash ripped a loud explosion that catches a helmet-clad Kig-yar's attention with a questioning tilt of his head. Screeching out along the mountain range, more of his clan brothers answered of a possible hoard. 

 A hour in this event, a pelican of rock camouflage was arriving on the scene with a few plasma scars on its flank. Circling around like a carrion eater, it made a slow turnabout when the broken ship's corpse sat deep into the rockface by a ledge with ionized gases flowing out of the cracked carapace. "Target Alpha is down but...the crash site looks picked clean. Recommend liquidation." The pilot reported before someone on the other end replied quick, "No, we require any equipment that might have survived the crash. The price would be quite hefty."

"Yes, sir. What about any survivors?" A departing soldier in a miscolored ODST BDU questioned, looking at the opening back while thumbing his M5AB's safety. "They're Elites. Execute them as justly permitted." Their officer responded. At this allowance, the armored troop of five led by the shocktrooper jumped out with assault and battle rifles. A sweep through the jagged reminds, there was nothing of real salvagable value as expect, but there were Sangheili scattered about. Most looked dead with their charred flesh and glossy eyes, stripped down to their jumpsuits. One bullet to the head made doubly sure...there were two that twitched in their deathly unconsciousness, only to arouse one near the remnants of the cockpit. 

Vision was hazy but the dulled hearing blurred of the deadly warning. Ballistic fire and at least one curse spewing from a soon-to-die Sangheili's mandibles. When one of the soldiers came up on the fallen alien, slouched against the controls next to a more twisted corpse. Unlike the others, this body was larger than the typical Sangheili by a couple heads; gray-skinned with prominent scales along its head, deep-set eyes rimmed with aged wrinkles, tusks jutting from powerful mandibles, and a jagged scar running over one side of its face with plasma scars on the temple. "Found another one...boy, this is a big one!" The Insurrectionist alerts, lifting up his rifle for the coup de grace. 
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Just then, the film of the secondary eyelid slid back with an audible slurp. A bass-deep growl rolled out of the beast's chest like a grinding boulder that gave the soldier's heart a jump, barely enough for a huge fist to smack the rifle aside as it spat a full automatic into the neighboring body. The boy's mouth opened for a warning cry but a leathery palm covered his face before violently slamming his unprotected neck through a jutting rod of metal. Thick sanguine drooling from the piercing tip, the awakened Sangheili snatched the fallen rifle and checked its ammunition counter while painfully getting out of his seat with a popping of joints.The migraine was more of a discomfort and the fact he was in just his undersuit, burned his adrenaline and anger to push all things aside. 

 "Hey, Jeff! You alright?"* A voice asked from the midst of Lich parts as it shuffled through the wreck. That human pitch made the aged soldier winch some in annoyance and headache. What he would give for a quieter weapon right now, but at least he had something. Hiding behind a sizable sheet of metal, Huka pondered his opinions and looked at the opening to a proper escape. Pressing his head to his cover, he theorized a lance and right now, he was in no condition to fight. Once upon a time, he would fight them all to the death...but today wasn't that time.

 Right when he heard the curious other step into the corner of his cover, the large Kaidon charged shoulder-first into another of his assassins with all of his might and crashed his armored body with the sound of broken bones. Personally, he didn't know if it was fatal or not but it was enough to disable. Enough to make a beguilingly fast sprint through the opening with his body complaining of its mortal woes and down a steep sloop while the sounds of furious cries chased behind him.

What a grand way to step onto a new planet...

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*Italicized speech of aliens outside of Sangheili POV

[Faclan]

Blapbap, Unggoy scout
Investigating a recent Kig-Yar scavenge site.

Trudging across the ground, toward the smoking hull in the small mountainside, the single Unggoy was in good spirits. The dinner and breakfast taken previously had both been extra sweet from spices the Jiralhanae had traded with them for some mechanics - who were more than happy to go and work for them. But it wasn't only the food keep him in good spirits, as the previous night had had another bonus as well. One that made Blap smile wide around the mouthpiece he wore. The piece connected to a flexible bandolier bag of methane wore around his belt, good for three hours, as his back was occupied with a folded up plasma turret, a human magnum attached to his right upper arm for when the shield wasn't needed.

The happy walking continued, often on all fours to save his legs in case some of the Kig-Yar Bastaders were still there. At least that's how the word the Humans used sounded at least. The crash site was fiarly visible even from a good distance away, and the Kig-Yar craft following after it was identified almost as quickly. By that point Blaps group had written off the wreck as a loss if the chiken's had gotten there first. But you never knew with the chiken's as they would often leave the most random things alone and take only some things. Or the occupants of the crashed ship could have lived and fought back - so Blap was heading to check out the scene.

He had heard what he thought was the sounds of Human Transports up near the crash site so slowed down a little as he neared the bottom of a steep hill just under the site. Ducking behind a rock, glad that the backpacks they used to be forced to wear were now gone so hiding was an actual tactic now, Blap watched and listened. The sounds of gunfire came soon after and Blap stepped into action. Shifting his shoulders he deposited his turret on the ground and thumbed it active before lifting it up and setting it on his cover. Both to protect himself and so he could point it higher up at the noises before everything seemed to start falling down towards him.

First was an odd looking Sangheili, leaping out and then just barely managing to stay on its feet as it slid down the slope, after than was Human shouts and then Humans. Blap was annoyed that it was HUmans really, he really wanted to find chiken's here, make them suffer for once. But it was pretty easy to see that the Sangheili was being hunted, but Blap waited until he could see one of the Humans fully before deciding who would be getting burned today. The Humans were the bad ones, the bad bad ones eager to kill any thing not them be it Human or alien. Some of the bad ones were alright, but not these ones. And so after tracking the Sangheili briefly as he fell the barrel of the turret swiveled back up and started to discharge at the chasing Humans - but not before Blap shouted out to the Sangheili.

"Get down - stay down - Blap not trust, down!" In a odd mix of Sangheili and Unggoy dialects before his voice was drowned out by the sound of the turret and Human gunfire. But Blap was trained to do his job well and the paniced shooitng of the HUmans has they tried to move up or down the slope while still shooting just impacted the rock or the ground behind him, and soon they ran up the hill and were lost to site. Several burned Human bodies rolling down the slope as with a quick chop Blap collapsed the turret and tucked it under his arm before pulling his Mangum and pointing it at the Sangheili.

"You! Gun down, come here - not trust! Run now, talk not now, no trust!" Again in the mix of Unggoy and Sangheili as the Unggoy started to back away from the hill before the Humans re-grouped.

[Huka]

Huka ‘Humamai, Sangheili Zealot
Unknown Location--Speculated Near Intended Destination

The Sangheili elder barely had time to catch his staggering breath at the end of the sloop and turned around, firing a few bursts out while backpedaling towards some kind of cover. Catching one of the vengeful humans in the shoulder with a burst of this powerful armor-piercing ammunition. Disgusting ballistics, he preferred the sophisticated and atomizing power of plasma than the gore-splattering ballistics of humans and Jiralhanae.

The ground around him suddenly exploded from a fired grenade, sending Huka tumbling through the air towards a looming edge. This time no sloop, but a certain death if he couldn’t catch something on the way. Grunting on his side, he couched out when he felt his hurt ribs throbbing under his thick skin. Glancing up with his sharp eyes at the one responsible, it was a Imp cocking his grenade launcher for another until a unexpected voice caught both nemesi attention.

A Unggoy! An interesting time but isn't his first...

If Huka could smile, he would and rolled out of the fire as plasma ripped through the air from a portable turret. The music of human screams, the stench of atomizing flesh, armor and cloth filling the air, and failed return-fire. The Sangheili kept low as bodies rolled down in smoking heaps, yet the creature that the Humans called a ‘ODST’ escaped behind the wreckage.

For a heart-beat of peace, the Kaidon looked around for a moment and glanced at his savior to his demand. Despite his look of slight discontent to be disarm, he honestly didn’t mind tossing the human rifle over the ledge before sprinting for a run, “As much as I prefer protocol, there is a human dropship around the corner!” He warned, just in time for the sound of roaring engines to be heard. "We need to get into real cover!"

[Faclan]

Blapbap, Unggoy scout
Foolish worrisome Sangheili.

As the Sangheili threw the weapon aside and shouted at Blap about moving the Unggoy was busy standing still, the turret having been dropped so he could keep his pistol trained on the Sangheili and his other hand on his head. The Unggoy nodded a bit before shrugging a bit, the smallest of smiles visible behind its mouth piece as the scream of Banshee engines rapidly approached as well as...clicking?

"Help arrive, take cool down pill Sangheili - you kind always worry."

The Unggoy seemed to not give a care in the world about the Pelican as it started to turn to face the noise as two Banshees and what appeared to be a small swarm of Yanme'e glomped into the Pelican. The Banshees leading in with fuel rod and plasma volleys to make the enemy Pelican start to list before the Yanme'e reached them. The Yanme'e carrying small plasma charged as they stuck them on then fell away as the Pelican fired wildly at all the enemies. The charges going off soon after all the bugs were clear to engulf the Pelican in a bright blue cloud as it quickly lost altitude and crashed near the old crash site with a muted explosion for Blapbap and the Sangheili as they were down the mountain.

The Unggoy kept one eye on the Sangheili as this happened, and after the final pelican explosions he did a little fist pump before attaching the turret to his back as the Bashees circled for a little. One of them sending a last Fuel rod into the wreck before flying off as the Yanme'e landed near the two. Blap patting a red one on the head before handing over a good sized credit chip. The Sangheili hearing 'food' and 'ally' before the Bugs clicked and took to the air again. But not before three of them hopped over to the Sangheili and looked him up and down before one of them pulled out a plasma pistol and set it on the ground in front of the Sangheili before flying off with the group and the Banshees.

Blep rolled his eyes at the pistol and shrugged as he holstered his own and trotted over to the Sangheili with a hand out stretched. "Blapbap, buggies trust you and you flee from bad Humans, so not ally of them. What bring you to Yappa?"