[A year older if I remember correctly]
Kiyo groaned as the female spartan helped him up. "Thank you." He said, shaking her hand. "Spartan 117 here, I specialize in close quarters combat and explosives. I just barely got off of that ship with this faulty pod." He waited for his shields to regenerate before looking over to Raevynn. " You know it's been years since I've seen that type of suit, do I know you?"
[]sure buddy!! join up, but post ur characters info[]
She looked over her shoulder at the spartan. Something in his voice sounded familiar. She turned to face him. "Im Spartan116, part of the SPARTANIII program. I doubt you've ever seen me before."
[]oh and are you the master cheif? cuz the master cheif is spartan117????[]
name: Shxzalor
age: 97
sex: Male
species: Covenant Elite.
skin: Dark, dark blue.
eyes: Black
rank: None officialy, late decorated war hero.
armor: Black, outlined by silver.
weapons: Plasma sword, Two plasma pistols, Two plasma rifles. One elite, one Brute version. Active camo, one Overshield.
Thanks to The Cajun725 for the help.
[wha?....no..i cant remember my number...i think im like 111 or so.i havent played halo 2 in a while lol. and do you wear a helmet still?]
Kiyo walked over to a corpse of an elite, picked a sword and some grenades. He turned and looked back at Rae. "What was your name..... Before they took you... You know, when you had a normal life?" He asked, looking at the ground through his HUD.
[]nope i dont wear a helmet my hud is installed right into my eye.[]
She looked him in the eyes with a deadly stare. No one had ever asked her that question before, and no one had called her by that name. No one except for Halsley had called her by her name. When he asked the question her first impulse was to answer with Senior Cheif or Spartan116, but after a few seconds of silence she quitely answered. "It was Raevyn... but thats not important."
Huon takes a walk outside so his legs that were asleep wouldnt be too asleep to fight.
Huon:WTF?*sees a bolt of green light coming from the sky*
Marines:Itsa banshee get down!
Huon:Man the guns!
Marine😖ir i have a launcher here if the guns dont work.
Huon:Just get it outta the sky and make sure it doesnt get away.*Gets in the warthogs gunner position*Die mutha.
*shoots the banshee down*
Marine:Good job sir but the green plasma bolt killed one of our guys.and dont worry about bodies.hes fried...
Huon:Well get the destroyed banshee over here and we'll take all of the armor from it and use it to help with the covering of the base entrance.Soon we will need to construct shelter.
Marine:Yes sir.
Huon:Well with only one entrance and exit if were attacked the only way out is the cave which we dont know where it leads and the second way is the pelican but thats too risky.
Shxzalor looked out into the cold heartless vacuum of space that stretched out ward infinitely before him. Slightly blurred through the energy shield that served as the Covenant counterpart for the humans window. The dark shadows cast by the typical Covenant lightning reflected his own mood. Shining beams of blue flared into life before fading away, consumed by the passing of time. Silently, the massive weapons rained death upon the mammalian race called the humans.
His hand drifted down to his side, slowly closing on the hilt of the plasma sword, his grip tightening slowly. “The holy war...How long has it been since my blade has tasted flesh?” His thoughts rang silently in his mind. Letting go as to not activate his possession his hand instead rose and fell upon the shimmering wall of energy. “My brothers...”
Slowly he turned and walked out of his quarters, making his way down the halls of the star ship Holy Fire. Passing a grunt he spun his head in its direction, “You. Show me where I can find the drop pods. I’ll join my brothers shortly.” "Never had I dreamed I would be fighting who I am about to." His voice , though deep like the others of his species, was not intimidating, not now when he did not need it to be. It carried none of the harshness like the others. He did not view the smaller grunts as inferiors.
Finally after innumerable doors he arrived at his destination. Purple and black pods lined the floor. The grunt had led him to this area, the are he did not know how to find. This is why he did not view them as inferiors. It quickly spun and started to waddle away, “Wait!” he walked over and handed it a small icon. Uncertainly it took it from its hand, its expression slowly forming their version of a smile. He walked into the nearest pod, it hissed as it closed around him. “Here I come brothers.”
(Are you on halo or a planet. And if its a halo, which one? Sorry, the ad thing...)
The pod shook violently from the fricton of falling through the atmosphere at terminal velocity. The advantge over their human counter parts was they did not need to slow, their advancted technology allowed them to land much harder without harming the being inside. Shxzalor clicked his mandibles again, he may meet some elites before the humans. He prefered it the other way around. Better to meet the humans first. True to his ancient honor, he would not take the first shot.
His pod located two Spartans, they did not, wait, only one did not match either of the two suits he'd seen before. It was more advanced. He tageted his pod to land beside them. Luck was with him, he would meet the humans first. He grabbed the blue plasma rifle from his side, and activated his overshield.
Raevynn was filled with mixed emotions. She suddenly remembered playing capture the flag with him. For the first time since her training she was excited and happy. But on the other hand she was sad. She did not want to see another one of her friends killed in battle. She had just lost her entire squad.
Raevynn was about to speak when another pod fell from the sky. She reached over her shoulder and brought up her S2 AM. "Looks like this one knows we're here."
He felt a jolt as he made contact with solid ground, dust and dirt shrouded the pod in a obscuring haze. Immediately a ring of energy surrounded the pod. Another technological advancement. Nothing could get through with out time. The only draw back, was that nothing could get out either. The door hissed open and slowly his shadowed form emerged from the brown cloud, the glowing plasma rifle pointing towards the ground. He cocked his head and fixed his gaze on the two forms before him.
Kiyo bunched plasma grenades into a bundle and threw it at the pod. He ducked and ignited his energy sword just as it exploded. He was pretty sure he would have killed the elite but noticed a bright green light around the it. "Damn..... Watch out he's got an overshield!" He shouted as he rushed towards the pod with his sword in hand.
Shxzalor back pedalled and raised his rifle towards the charging human, hesitated and put hit back on its holster. Twisting to avoid the shimmering sword it glanced of his shields which flared, but other wise remained intact. On his hud he saw that three more elites would arrive soon. NOO!! He drew out his own sword and blocked the next swing. Making his own offensive he slotted his own sword into the groove in his opponents blade between the sides and twisted it. The human was strong, perhaps even stronger than him, but the maneuver wrenched the blade out of its hand. He spun and came at the human catching it off guard and twisted it around to use it as a shield. He didn't see any bullets, he was concentrating on the single foe before him. He hoped the other human would not fire while they were battling melee. With the human held in font he spun around to face the second. "WAIT!" He bellowed. "Please..." He dropped the sword to the ground, but still kept his hold on his hostage. The translator must work, all depended on it.