Heya there comrades. This will be a Fanfiction of mine, about a Sangheili and a Human. Ya gotta read to know more! -
Mason opened his eyes. He felt dirt in them. He tried to stand up, but he couldn't. Trying to stand up and check what the hell happened is impossible for him at the moment. He was more than confused, he did not even know where he is. He managed to lift his arm a little, rubbing the dirt away. He felt cold rain shivering down his face. He looked around. This Area… it remembered himself of one place. He remembers to have seen it in his simulations. New Mombasa… He found himself alone. In such a huge city… he remembers to have been… was he an ODST or a Marine? He does not remember correctly. Though, his Armor indicates that he is. When he looked around again, he also found a helmet. He now was pretty sure he was an ODST. After closing his eyes for a few seconds, he began to remember a little more. He was going in New Mombasa, unlike other ODSTs with an Aircraft, a Hornet. He was surprised he survived it. After some tries, he managed to stand up. Though, he instantly fell back on the ground. He looked up, seeing the Hornet. He tried to stand up again, though, he did it this time. As he got up, he tried his best to climb up the Hornet. He wanted to check for Survivors. Though, he still felt a great pain in his chest. He tried his best to ignore it, and began climbing up. But as he got up, he only saw a human skull with some flesh attached to it. Not a lovely sight. Though, he knew he had to take everything possible from that Hornet. He remembered that he could still have some useful stuff with him. He was trained as in the Special Operations division, hell, he was trained to fight everything the covenant has. He always was disappointed in not being a Spartan, but he is happy enough at least being an ODST. As he got up, he opened a small reserve within the Hornet. He suddenly felt a great warmth flooding his body. Not only did he have a lot of MREs inside, but also enough Water, Medical Supplies, Magazines, he even had a Sniper Rifle in one of the supply crates! He found other useful stuff, but he had to go in trips to take it all, as it would be too heavy. He got it all in a building, it seemed like an Apartment House. It even had some working lights. He felt luckier than ever before. He heard how many ODSTs are unlucky in such operations. But he totally wasn't.
As he got all Supplies inside, he began searching a room. It was easy to find one, the elevator still worked. He put his stuff inside and wanted to go somewhere around the 40th Floor. He actually found an open door, he could easily enter it. After some time has passed, all his stuff was in the apartment. He now only needed to find a communications relay, his own Up-link is down. He attempted to reboot it, no chance. He sighed. He was still lucky enough, he thought. As he set himself up, he realized he had to search for possible survivors. He walked around the apartment. He saw blood, from Aliens and Humans. He had a firm grip on his weapon. He heard coughing in another room. He knew it was an Alien. He suspected it to be an elite. In his old training he learned how to identify different Covenant Creatures. Well, actually Sangheili to be exact, but practically every human referred to them as elites. He still heard the coughing, but he suspected that the elite was injured. It didn't sound good. He really had to think for a second. He knew that there was a war within the covenants. The Sangheili are getting killed by Brutes. He surely liked the honourable Sangheili more than Brutes. He took the decision that he needed help, someone to speak too. At the risk of his own death. He could either get killed by that Elite, or the Elite and him could ally to get out of this place. He took a deep breath and got in the room. Indeed, there was an Elite, laying on the Ground. A small pond of blood was next to him. It seems like he shouldn't be bleeding since long, so he could still be alright. But before Mason realized it, he saw that the Elite tried to grab his gun. Though, his arms couldn't reach it. They fell down quickly. The Elite only looked with his eyes on him.
"Human, if you are here to kill me, do it quickly. I have no time to wait." The Sangheili said. He clearly was suffering, but he still could be saved.
"Excuse me, but I am not here to kill ya. I will instead help you. Don't ask why, I just need someone to talk to during my time here." Mason replied, with a confident smile behind his mask. The Elite shaked his head.
"Nothing can save me now, fool." He replied in a very dark way.
"I surely can. You lost blood, but I got Medkits. I should atleast try it." He answered calmly.
"No… I will lose my honour if I let you help me… Let me here human. Probably kill some of my kind." He replied, again, in a dark fashion.
"I never killed one of your kind. Only your enemies, brutes. Don't you realize it? We can keep this between us, no one will know. I am soon forced to help you."
The Elite sighed. He knew he had no other choice. He was too weak to resist. "Do it, then. I will not kill you. I am anyways too weak." He said. Mason grinned. He temporarily stopped the bleeding by applying some bandages around the Elite. He will help him in a more advanced way soon. The Elite was very heavy for a human, so he had to drag him a little. He was happy the elevator worked. The Elite looked very discomforted, almost sad to get help. Probably because of their codes of honour, Mason thinks. He knew that he did the right thing. He already heard about negotiations between the Sanghelios and Earth. He was happy to know one thing: Soon, peace will come, to fight the actual evil. But the fight had to go on until then. But this assistance could possibly help.
Mason looked at the Sangheili Warrior. He looked tired, but still determined. "What's your name?" He asked the Elite.
"Zul 'Zoralum" he answered. "What about your name, Human?" Zul asked. "Mine is Mason Smith. Though, a name which you also can hear is 'Doom'. I didn't even select the name, they mainly themed it off a game. They wanted to name me Doomguy at first, but that was too long. They thought it fits after I ripped a Brute's Arm apart and killed him with it." Mason told him. The Elite 'grinned'.
"Sounds like you are a warrior. But how did you do that?" Zul asked. Mason began opened the door to the apartment.
"Well, I don't know. I believe simple rage, but that makes no sense. HQ didn't want me checked for some odd reason." He replied, as he dragged the Elite in. He got out a white blanket which he found in the apartment. He put the Elite on it. Mason then began looking for his medical kits. Though, he stopped for a second. He made a small first aid practice, but for humans, not for Sangheili. He realized that Biofoam could work on Zul. He got some bandages too.
"You'll feel like shit for a few hours. I hope you Sangheili have no problem with that?" Mason asked, grinning. He didn't want to annoy the Elite, but he also allowed himself some humor.
"Hmhmhm. Of course not." Zul also was sort of grinning. Mason applied the Biofoam carefully on the wound, it was a huge one. The Elite did not look very comfortable with this. Though Mason knew the Elite would make it.
After he was done spraying Biofoam on the wound, he applied some bandages around his body. The Elite already looked better. Though, the blanket was full of blue blood. Mason searched another blanket, he put one on himself, and another one on Zel. The Sangheili looked confused.
"What does this mean?" He asks, confused. Thomas laughed a bit. The Sangheili didn't understand Human Culture, of course. It was meant as a friendly gesture, so that the Elite may feel better.
"Well, it is a thing with us humans. It will be a cold night and we still have to talk and observe the city. You could say, it is a sort of 'acceptance'." Mason replied. He hoped the Elite would understand that. It seems like he did, he accepted the Blanket and put it on himself. There was a silence after that. It was something rare to see: A Sangheili and a Human, in peace. It rains outside. They hear aliens on the streets. Covenants.
"So, what are you doing here, Zul?" Mason asked, with a certain curiosity. Zul, still looking outside, took a deep breath.
"I was sent in by Sanghelios. Not by the Covenant. They wanted me to do a mission, kill a Jiralhanae chief on this planet. He has been problematic. As I attacked him, he critically injured me. Leaving me to die, well, until you came." Zul answered. Mason looked at him, with his brown-greenish eyes.
"Well, why was he problematic?" Mason asked Zul. Zul snorted.
"Well. He wishes to interfere between the Human-Sangheili negotiations. And he is still alive. I am still on duty to stop him." Zul said, looking Mason in the eyes.
"We should then find a way to get him, and take him out. When I'm lucky, I may even find my other ODST." Mason said to Zul.
Zul looked out on the streets again. "I hope so. Maybe we will also meet my Sangheili comrades."
Mason would be happy if he would find more allies in the operation. It really would be important.
"Good. I suggest you sleep a little. We are lucky, this is a huge apartment. There is a bedroom for you, on my right. 'Nite." Mason told Zul. The Elite nodded and replied,
"Thanks." He then proceeded to limp to his room. Mason was quite happy that he saved Zul. He seemed like a great ally.
End of Chapter 1, comrades. Sorry if my Writing is not very good, I yet have to learn a lot again. I hope you enjoyed it, and I will continue. Short Q&A:
Q: Will you work a lot with lore?
A: No. I will try to look a lot on lore, but most likely not.
Q: Will this be a love story in any kind?
A: Nope. I may get some Zul x Female Sangheili in, simply to get a very interesting story. Mason will also get some stuff, no worries.
Q: How often do you update?
A: I try to Minimum do 1 Update per week, my best try will be to do an update all 2-3 days. So, await 2 Fanfictions per week (probably).
Q: Will you format more?
A: Yes! I will begin to format in future, it will look better then.