Sorry but still working on story.
I do not own Halo.
H3PD owns Ryau and Naki.
SGTLEGENKILLER owns D'rok.
This is my first story with characters that are not mine, so please no flames.
This is just a reminder for me, to keep me from forgetting, so here's something for y'all.
This is likely to change.
"Shipmaster, Covenant forces detected on the planet's surface, engaged in ground activities."
The Shipmaster turned to the Human AI.
"Construct, what kind of activities?"
"Unknown… wait, picking up a transmission, audio only."
The Shipmaster turned from the AI to the central holographic display.
*Static* *Static**Explosion* *Bullet Crack*"…ot Cove…*Explosion*Static*"…over ru…*static*
"Picking up new transmission, visual," the AI said.
The holopic of the Shipmasters cruiser disappeared, and replaced with a Humans HUD.
The Shipmasters mandibles twisted into a frown as the static filled scene erupted into fountains of dirt as explosions detonated all around.
Streaks of flame crisscrossed the frame.
Then the Shipmaster saw something he'd only heard about, never seen.
A group of three of the Humans demons- no, Spartans stepped into frame.
One with a Human heavy support gun. Another with a rocket launcher. And another with a Human Heavy energy weapon.
The Shipmaster was about to order the warriors to mobilize, when a shadow covered the Spartans, and one of those streaks of flame stuck the rocket carrying one in the chest, lifting, and throwing the Spartan out of frame.
Thus hastened, the Shipmaster barked out orders.
"Construct, muster the warriors, all weapon online."
He turned to a systems operator.
"Ready the Phantoms; I want the Spec Ops teams in the first deployment."
"Yes Shipmaster," chorused the answers.
Please R&R