- Fos Tis Krisis
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- Intrepid Legendary Member
I hunt for the Prophet of Contentment, the San 'Shyumm that murdered my son, and stole his birthright, his Energy Sword. They call our species Heretics. They claim to all that our tongues sting, our words a vile poison that feeds on the unworthy. I have seen the true face of Heresy. The head of a gallant warrior lay on the ground. His neck scorched and blistered, scarred by his own blade. I shall retrieve the weapon, and drive it through that bastard's heart! Punishment for his sins is nigh.
It's a planet that is very similar to Earth.
It is the training ground for all the Spartan IIs, where they were all raised from age 6 to adulthood.
It is the UNSC's largest military base.
And it is under siege.