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PROLOGUE: Sangheili Warrior

Tsar Vadamee blinked his eyes curiously as he watched his trainer instruct him on swordsmanship. He was doing a quick demonstration on the a lunge. Tsar Vadamee blinked multiple times but continued to stare. Completely oblivious to the fact that he was being taught the same thing over and over again.

Tsar watched the trainer lunge at him with expertise and precision, using the simple Metal swords they were given during training. Tsar made no sound as he effortlessly blocked the attack with the center gap of his sword and twisted his wrist disarming the Trainer and flinging his sword up and little. This inevitably, made the trainer's sword fly into the air and do a few twirls before he caught it. Tsar did a backwards spin, whilst powerfully swinging both of the blunt edges of the swords into the trainer's side.

Sending the trainer sprawling to the ground and growling with outrage but he slowly grew calmer accepting that his swordsmanship had been bested by a mere recruit. He had just so happened to train with his father since he was but a young Sangheili.

Tsar held out a hand to the trainer who accepted the help and rose to his feet. "Report to the Tactical training room." The trainer said to Tsar bluntly and pointed to a door on the other side of the room. He would have to pass a few tests to decide his fate in the Sangheili military.

Tsar nodded and handed the trainer both swords before moving to the training room. The room was empty but a series of terminals were placed around the room in a perfect circle lit up by a simple purple light, that made everything look divine and sacred.

Tsar approached one of them and a blue light reflected off of his cheap training armour. Tsar waited for a few moments only to be rewarded with a question.

It simply asked a few tactical questions, such as formations and weapons used on the field. Tsar answered all correctly and was rewarded with going onto the next room. Which tested his discipline; he passed and was respected among all other recruits by the end of the cycle.

The next day, Tsar was to go to the firing range to meet his file; the troops that would be under his command. He hadn't been informed on them but he figured that they would be the same as everyone else. Three grunts with no combat experience at all.

Tsar shook the thought from his head, he need not any special treatment. He was a Sangheili.

Tsar walked through the halls of the Corvette; Immortal Day and occasionally walked past the other Sangheili recruits, along with their inexperienced files. They appraised him and wished him luck on his file. Hoping they were bright and not imbeciles.

Tsar didn't care, any file would do. He would train them well.

Tsar watched the door to the firing range blink a few times and opened slowly with a quiet hiss. Tsar stepped inside and scanned the area, curiously. Tsar saw that the firing range was empty of any plasma fire but a Sangheili Major was standing in the center, away from the firing ranges.

"Greetings Brother." The Major said and nodded respectfully at Tsar.

"Noble one." Tsar greeted and returned the nod. "Are you here to assign me my file?" He asked and looked at the Major. Locking eyes with him and never glancing away, it didn't mean anything, it was just a sign of respect.

"Ah yes your file" The Major said and trailed off as he raised his empty hand to the left, a gesture that told Tsar to look at that direction.

Tsar looked the left and was most pleased with what he saw. An Unggoy armed with nothing more than a plasma pistol and another armed with a Needler. Both were wearing the bright orange armour. While a Kig-yar armed with a Needle-rifle looked at him curiously, tilting its head and squawking and nodded affirmatively, sniffing the air for his scent. It was the Kig-yar's way of imprinting onto a leader.
The Unggoy simply stared at him, focused and watching.

"I've given you command of one of the more smarter groups of Covenant forces." The Major stated. "They still have no combat experience at all, but have a better aim than most." He added after a brief moment of silence.

"Thank you, Noble one." Tsar said and nodded, they still had some training to do however.

"Don't waste them." The Major warned and left the room, leaving the file to train or leave.

Tsar nodded and looked back at the file in more detail, mostly the Kig-Yar though.

He noticed the Kig-yar was a sub-race of the original species. This was one of the tougher Kig-yar. The Sangheili enjoyed their assistance in combat even more than the weaker Kig-yar.

This one looked like he had been the son of a assassin and glanced at him. He started to squawk and Tsar made out a few words.

"What shall we do?" It asked him through a series of hisses and squawks.

"We train, Kig-yar." He said as he went to the weapon rack and picked up a Plasma rifle. He made his way over to the firing range and waving for his file to follow.

The file obeyed without question and the grunts fired first at a series of blue shields. They changed color slightly with every hit, which was very few. HIS file was a lot more accurate than most files but there was room for improvement., they were still sloppy and missed a lot of shots.

Tsar, barely missed any shots and fired short controlled bursts at the small blue shields. Each of them flickered off temporarily with every shot. Tsar smirked, clearly satisfied with himself and he turned his head only to find the Kig-yar fire two shots and take out five targets. His smirk dissipated
and he nodded at the Kig-yar approvingly.

"Well done." Tsar said to the Kig-yar and looked at him, directly. "What do they call you?" Tsar asked him.

"Skarak." It slowly hissed and fired another two shots, taking out four targets.

Tsar nodded to Skarak and turned his attention to the Unggoy, watching their progress closely. They didn't make much progress. "Hold your weapons steady." He ordered and they nodded at him. Their aim slowly started to get better and they hit the targets more often as the Cycle slowly past.

Multiple cycles had past and the Major had finally returned.
"Minor, report to the hangar, you are one of the chosen, the council has chosen you to lead a branch of the Special Operations troops on the ground. They said you would recieve your armor during the flight down. As with the rest of your File." The Major reported to Tsar.

Tsar Merely nodded at the Major. "Yes Major." Tsar stated and waved for his File to follow him.

END

Huh. After Reading it over I found that it has multiple errors... but oh well. Its just the prologue and I wanted to make it the least interesting thing I wrote on this FF.




[Edited on 03.29.2011 6:33 PM PDT]

  • 03.23.2011 10:41 AM PDT
Subject: [FF] The Grunts... The Elite... and The Skirmisher

Wish they had the picture signatures...

I don't know why no one else has posted yet, but good work, I liked it. Kinda like Eric Nylund wrote it himself ;D keep it up.

  • 03.24.2011 6:39 AM PDT


Posted by: Infamous Hatred
I don't know why no one else has posted yet, but good work, I liked it. Kinda like Eric Nylund wrote it himself ;D keep it up.
Thanks for the feedback... Chapter One should be posted soon.

  • 03.24.2011 5:36 PM PDT

No new games, catching up with the world, and filling it with the name of SpazDragon, the dragon with a spas-12.

Troll'd.

Just kidding.

  • 03.24.2011 7:35 PM PDT

WAZAAM!!!
herp derp

pretty good

  • 03.24.2011 8:07 PM PDT

If you can read this, that means I'm not a Shaolin monk...

yet.

Sweet!

One thing, though; why does this Tsar know his father?

  • 03.25.2011 12:33 PM PDT


Posted by: TheGreenAlloy
Sweet!

One thing, though; why does this Tsar know his father?
All is too be revealed... -chuckles demonically and clears throat- Now where was I?

  • 03.25.2011 6:45 PM PDT

CHAPTER ONE: THE TANK. THE STEALTHY. AND THE DECEPTOR.



Tsar blinked his eyes as he stood inside of the Phantom. The Phantoms were built for stealth unlike their Spirit cousins.

The Spirits were bright and clearly visible; while the Phantoms had a cloaking system built in and were hardly ever seen during the night.

Unless of course, their nose gun was replaced by a useless flashlight, Tsar brushed his thoughts into the back of his head. He would have time for this later instead of thinking about rants he stripped down his armour until all he was left in was his airtight body-suit.

Tsar was handed the Special operations armor piece by piece. It was, a lot more aesthetic than the regular Special Operations Armor. Which was simply the Default armor painted black with a cloaking system built in, that cloaking device took all the power and left almost nothing for the shields. When the Sangheili were uncloaked however, their shields were a lot stronger.

Tsar clicked his mandibles and looked back at his lance. The Unggoy were busy pulling their armour on, while Skarak was simply standing there as he was already in his suit of special Operations armor. The armour of the Kig-Yar resembled that of a commando, though it was painted black, had white hud-lights at the eyes and enhanced his sight and vision even more from what he was told. It also had a built-in cloaking device, which was required in order to be placed in Spec-ops.
Tsar didn't know why he was placed in spec-ops. All he know is that his father had persuaded the council to allow him to train Tsar. His father had been one of those who were addressed as 'Holy one' and the council approved, though reluctant. They told him that it was a first and would be something interesting to try.

Tsar blinked his eyes once more and looked back at the Unggoy.

They were done, just finishing up with placing their masks upon their faces. They looked a lot more intimidating than they once did. It made Tsar slightly proud on the inside.
Tsar waited for the phantom to drop them off at their landing zone. Waiting patiently with a god-like aura, the rest of the phantom was empty. Nobody else was inside except he and his lance of two unggoy and one Kig-yar Skirmisher.

"Unggoy!" Tsar shouted and watched them.

"Yes leader?" The eldest and tallest one asked. Who happened to be wielding a Needler.

"What are your names?" He asked them and left his Plasma rifle on its hip holster.

"Me Dayap" The grunt pointed to itself and then to the smaller grunt. "That Trulap." The grunt said with his high pitched voice and looked at his leader through the helmet's visor.

"Good, now I have something to address both of you as." Tsar said and felt the Phantom suddenly jerk to a halt. "Go go go!" Tsar shouted and watched as his Lance dove down the hole in the center of the Phantom's troop bay.

Once his lance was through the departing hole in the center of the phantom's troop bay, Tsar dove after them and dropped to one knee as he hit the ground. Scanning the region in an instant and taking in his new surroundings. He and his Lance were to re-establish communications with the covenant at the

Forerunner facility. They were in a swampy region, with spores floating through the air. There were multiple trees that annoyed the Sangheili because it impaired his vision to a small degree.

Tsar yawned tiredly but he continued to the facility, clicking his mandibles multiple times and started to job forward with his small Spec-ops lance. He wondered why he had been chosen specifically to go on this mission. 'Was the high council testing his combat efficiency?' He mentally asked himself as he jogged. Only to receive no answer, he would have to ask or keep his mouth shut.

Soon enough the small Lance of four made it to the entrance of the facility. The entrance was empty and no signs of covenant could be found.

Tsar took the first step inside of the facility, via the entrance with no signs of a; energy shield door or something to contain anything that may be locked away inside. Tsar activated his cloaking system and his Lance did the same without him saying, he had ordered them to be radio silent on the way to the facility.

Tsar continued walking and studied the rooms; they were all dimly lit with some sort of lights and shined upon the green walls of the facility, also providing something of an eerie aura.

Tsar continued to walk until he saw the glint of something metallic on the far side of a room. Tsar wasted no time and pursued the glint of light There was no need. What he was looking for couldn't run, it was simply the corpse of another
Sangheili. Tsar blinked his eyes emotionlessly and studied the
Sangheili's wounds. He would have time for emotions later.

The Sangheili's chest was torn to shreds and a gaping wound made everything look all the more digusting. The blood of Sangheili was smeared everywhere and was shining a bright purple in the light of the luminosity of the lights that lit up the entire room.

Tsar watched his surroundings curiously and turned his head to the grunts. They were both there, he knew because of the outline that his HUD provided around the two small figures.
Tsar turned his head to the right and looked at the Skirmisher He was gone.
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Skirak wasn't lost, he was simply studying the facility, he had broke off from the rest of the small formation to look for evidence of a new threat. He could smell something, but he didn't know what it was. Skirak watched all sides but it wasn't necessary because whatever it was that was down here couldn't see him, due to the prototype cloaking system applied to Special Operations skirmishers.

Skirak was always one of the smarter skirmishers, his feet made no sound despite the normal clicking his claws would've made against the floor of this structure. Skirak was sniffing the air every five to ten seconds. The scent of the anomaly was getting stronger and stronger Skirak jumped as he saw something he had never seen before. A large figure that seemed to resemble that of a Sangheili, but it smelled horrible, it was it was an abomination. The skin was a pale green and three small tentacles were poking out of its chest. The neck was bent back at an odd angle and the eyes were pure white compared to the normal black of his master's eyes. The thing looked sick, extremely sick and extremely weak.

Skirak took no chances and fired a single pink and crystalline needle round that pierced the chest of the form. Skirak thought he hated the humans he had a feeling that by the end of this the humans would be in second of his hate list
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"Ahhhhh! Get the hell away from me!" Private First Class Gabriel Bruce shouted as he ran to the other side of the containment facility with his back turned to the ugly ass bastards who were chasing him. "Holy -blam!- holy -blam!- holy -blam!-" He chanted over and over again as he ran away, and heard their muffled screams as though they were right behind him.

Gabriel felt the adrenaline pump through his veins and time seemed to slow down slightly as he continued to run even faster than he was before. His eyes flickering around as the MA5B Assault rifle sat idle upon his back using Magnetic technology. His M6D Magnum was in his right hand and he spun around with a blur of motion and fired off four shots. Double tapping the trigger and watching as two explosive rounds entered one Ugly-bastard and blew its chest open. Another was hit directly in the tentacles that were protruding from the thing's chest. Ironically the other two were also shot in the chest, they all fell dead in an instant, nothing else was chasing him.

Gabriel's pace slowed, he got lucky and killed off his followers for now. Gabriel studied the surrounding area and blinked his eyes multiple times. Sweat was pouring off of his head like a showerhead.

"I lost Bacon, Man Corporal Bacon is dead Man Poor Tyson" Gabriel murmured hysterically but kept on moving, he found a room with an elevator. He let out a sigh of relief and almost started to cry. His eyes watered up and he pressed a button, a button with an arrow pointing up. He was glad the elevators were that simple, as it started to quickly ascend from the darker lower levels. The containment levels. He was told this was supposed to be a weapons cache not a damn containment facility. He collapsed to one knee and a let out a few hot tears. The monsters were coming, and he was the last one left standing.

Gabriel blinked his eyes rapidly and felt the lift come to a halt and a hand grabbed him by the shoulder and lifted him forcibly to his feet. "On your feet son It's time to kick some ugly-alien-asses." He recognized the voice.

Gabriel looked up and saw the familiar face of his sergeant; Sergeant Major Avery Junior Johnson of the UNSC Marine Corps.
"S-sarge? You're alive!" Gabriel exclaimed and removed the MA5B from the holster on his back and locked and loaded. That was a morale boost in its self. He didn't need a motivational speech, he needed leadership.

"Damn right I am son, aint a few puny little -blam!--roaches gonna turn me into one of them bastards. They cower in fear from the sight of me!" Johnson shouted loudly, his voice echoed clearly and noticeably from the , he was clearly not afraid of the current threat. "Lets move double-time, covenant bastards might be waiting on the other side." Johnson said more calmly and waved for Bruce to follow... They had a fight ahead of them, and with Johnson it was gonna be easy...



END


AND SO... that concludes Chapter One... Chapter Two is under way.

[Edited on 03.29.2011 6:24 PM PDT]

  • 03.29.2011 6:19 PM PDT