2019 New Year Drabble Start

[Huka]

Good morning everyone, your Covenant Wiseman present. Yes - Huka himself. 

I challenge you all, as well as myself, into a little fun. For this month, try to write a Halo-related Drabble. Something that reminds you of what makes Halo, well Halo to you! 

Is it being a UNSC marine ducking and covering from the searing bolts of plasma fired by the squeaking doggish jeers of Covenant Grunts while the powerful voice of an Elite commanding his thrall-troops to kill you? Just hoping that your squadmates will come in time when the odds seem stacked against you.

Is it being a crimson-armored Major of the Covenant's Sangheili warriors, the Sanghelios rotations of combat experience etched into your very bones as you walk in the name of your wise Prophets and their damnation of these insufferable creatures known as Humanity? Plasma rifle humming in hand as your advanced technology burn through their armour and bodies like mere tree-pulp paper with a troop of Unggoy behind you?

The hope of seeing fire raining through the planet's atmosphere? The rattling sarcophagi of Orbital Pods screaming as they start to make their development procedure. You can hear your squad's jester laughing about a joke that you barely heard while you was praying just to get out of this alive for the hundredth time. You've lost two men and woman to the step off into Hell. You feel yourself rocking, enemy ground-to-air Shade turrets firing from their position. Will you make it and give the Covie forces the feel of Helljumper rage?

The thumping feel of enemy batteries smacking a layer of titanium off your cruiser's hull? The bridge officers verbally and electronically shouting reports as you see the Covenant Destroyer drawing closer like a shark in the black void of space. Its shields crackling from your Mass-Accelerated Cannon's shot. Despite the very real possibility of dying right here and now, can yourself smiling as the archer missiles are reported primed and your A.I. awaits your word?

Or even...

The sadistic thrill of watching Humans running from you. All your life, you have been bullied and jeered by your betters; Sangheili, Jiralhanae, and much to your ire, the squawking Kig-yar. Not today. Don't you feel the martial power of being superior against the condemned as an Unggoy warrior? 

So many things, what would you write?

[soundflare]

She ducked behind the rubble as her sergeant collapsed to the ground. Crimson blood pooling around his motionless body from the purple crystals that now stuck inside his upper chest. She popped up from her barrier before firing her Assualt Rifle. Light blue blood splattered a piller as a Grunt fell. She pulled the pin and frew the grenade at the Covenant forces. She smirked as she heard the loud explosion and pained screams of the grunts that were caught in the explosion. A Warthog drove thru as the Machine Gun rotated, shredding the Aliens apart as the driver motioned for her to get in the vehicle. She ran and jumped into the passenger seat before the Warthog began to head away from the battle. She sighed in relief before taking her ODST helmet off. Short black hair blew in the wind. Her deep ocean blue eyes gazed upon the battle she left behind. Her name is Amelia Vermont, an ODST. And she just sent those Grunts straight to hell.

[MrKill]

From the smoke emerged a battle hardened warrior, someone who had seen it all and unfortunately lived through the death that surrounded him like a stench you never washed away. Staff Sergeant Mark Yloyn, veteran of many campaigns, grabbed a Marine crawling away from the oncoming heat of plasma and crystals.

"Where the fuckk ya' go'n!" Yloyn sneered as he spun the Marine around. "Fire ya' damn weap'n!"

Yloyn observed for a moment, partially tallying his own forces in the process. Although the Marine were being pushed back, Yloyn was satisfied and pushed forward. Unlike ODSTs, who seemed to have balls of steel, Yloyn had a gut made of rocks. In a swift, fluid motion he grabbed a grenade and thumbed the button on the top.

"Frag out!' Yloyn shouted, momentarially pausing as the whump! of the HE grenade beat out across the hymm of a battlefield. A sole drum beat, a signal. "Push ya' useless sacks of puss!"

[Llau]

(<.< Sorry... I wrote more than a Drabble. Not sorry.)

Special Operations Ultra Llau 'Medomai activated her camouflage and snuck into the building to kill off any humans who were still trying to flee. Her blade easily cut through flesh and bone of those who tried to run ; some unaware and never knew what happened. Those who saw her, reacted in shock and horror, but she never gave them time to run away. Though, she kept her true feelings to herself, she was angry, especially at the others of her Creche who helped in the slaughter. Human men, women, and children, it didn't matter. They all felt the searing hot bite of her blade. Once she reached the final floor at the top of the building where some humans still may hide, they searched each dwelling. She was familiar with death, but she always did her objectives before, no questions asked. She was a weapon, but she still could think for herself. It was when she entered into what looked like a bedroom, where she gave pause as her eyes gazed at the sight of a human mother, protecting four children of varies ages behind her. The mother held a mere stick in front of her protectively and 'Medomai thought she was brave, yet foolish.

They couldn't see her yet, as she still was invisible to the naked eye, unless one of them would notice the shimmer where she stood. All eyes were staring fearfully toward the doorway, the humans wondering how it even opened. The Special Operations Ultra peered at the small group thoughtfully, gripping the energy sword tightly as she took several quiet steps inside the room. It was a tense moment in the atmosphere, but she soon decided what she wanted to do.

"Humans!" 'Medomai quickly glanced over her shoulder when an excited Special Operations Minor appeared in the door way and started to approach the humans to kill them.

'Medomai growled, instinctively piercing her blade through his chest as she snatched her free hand tightly around his neck - the action would surely seal her own fate and brandishing her as a betrayer to the Covenant - a Betrayer. Her active camouflage deactivated and both Sangheili glared at each other for a moment. "L...Llau..." the Minor murmured before his head rolled back and his whole body went limp.

The Special Operations Ultra carefully laid the Minor to the floor, released her hold around his neck, and then glanced back at the humans, who didn't know what was going on or knew what will happen next. Were they next? What was going on?

Actions speaks louder than words, 'Medomai thought.

[Faclan]

I may do more than one but thought to start with this one;

The tearing beaks. The screeches of triumph as they descended. Eager to rip and tear - bite and slice. The flickering emergency light catching their limbs in contorted flashes as they clambered toward their prey. Eyes alight with hunger. But all they would get was shrapnel from the grinning Human. Missing a leg but laying on several grenades. They would get shrapnel for dinner. And noodles? Blinking and the confused tweet Jonathan nodded and snapped out of it enough to finish spritzing the seasoning over the noodle bowl and sliding it across to the Ruuthian. Times change...they sure do change.

[Trooper]

The crumbling of rubble, the screams of tortured souls both good and bad, the burst of rifles, and the bang of explosions, the sweet symphony of war. The clatter of treads as the M808B rolled through the crumbling building. Erupting from the edifice to the amazement of a group of marines and the Unggoy that had them pinned. "Time to show them what we can do Rexxy." Corporal Tiberius Flash said as the cannon was brought to bare on a fast approaching Ghost. Tiberius squeezed and laughed as the ghost stopped moving forward and instead became a hulking mass of metal wreckage spraying out over the covenant forces that were too close for comfort. "Hooah ladies, lets get this roll on!" he shouted into his microphone as he turned the 66 tons of metal to move forward.