Here is another story that I've been thinking of. There are hardly any Halo stories with a human/sangheili relationship, and most that do, the writers just suddenly give up on them. However, unlike most, this one with contain sexual content, thus why it's rated M. I'm not a person who's obsessed with writing sexual stories, but will do one every once in a while when the mood suits me.
Anyways, I'm rambling, this story is full completed on notebook paper so all I have to do is spend some time uploading them. Don't worry; this will take only a miniscule amount of time away from my other stories.
Spartan 113 walked down a small dirt path, along with the rest of his companions, as they made their way to their objective. Hennet did not know why he had been picked for this assignment. There were hundreds of other potential candidates who had been willing to take on this mission, and yet he had been chosen. It was not that he disliked the mission because of what it involved him doing. He would gladly join in anything that involved killing a few brutes. Now, it was whom he had to do the mission with, a group of Sangheili, Unggoys, and one of those engineer creatures whose name he had not bothered to learn.
His unit included two Sangheili, six Unggoys, himself, an engineer, and four marines. Their mission was to take out a Jiralhanae outpost and, more importantly, take out the chieftain. Now Hennet knew that command had assembled this group together so as to improve relationships between humanity and its newfound allies. Though, in Hennet's mind, using the word allies was pushing it for one could not easily forget the years of genocide that the aliens had committed against humanity when they had been apart of the Covenant. However, orders were orders, and Hennet would follow them no matter his personal feelings.
Speaking of orders, Hennet had to keep his mind on his current objective. He looked at his surroundings, at the endless expanse of trees on either side of the path that he, and his unit, was walking along. The scene gave Hennet a feeling of peace and serenity and one could almost forget that they were on a war-torn Earth.
As they made their way down the trail, Hennet began to think of his fellow soldiers. The two Sangheili, a male named Zak'Lorark and a female named Seetha'Nadeem, were honorary members of a high ranking Sangheili guard who had been personal defenders of the prophets. The Unggoys were a random bunch of troops who had belonged to another unit until their commander was killed. The engineer was unknown to Hennet, but the marines he knew. He had seen them in action on one of his previous missions, when he had been defending an ONI command center from enemy forces.
Suddenly, one of the Unggoys gave a cry of alarm, followed by an explosion. Coming out of his self-thought, Hennet saw that they were under attack. The grunt had been hit with a spike grenade, which had been the source of the grunt's yell and the explosion. Instinctively, Hennet ducked behind a large boulder as another spike grenade flew in his direction. Pulling out his sniper rifle, Hennet waited for a few seconds before looking over the edge of the boulder to see if he could spot the enemy.
Out of the gloom, he saw six Jiralhanae rushing towards his group, all of whom were equipped with spikers, plasma pistols, and shields. His group was not so lucky. The ambush had caused chaos, and in the confusion, four of the grunts had been killed, along with three marines. Currently, he and Seetha were crouched behind the boulder while the single marine and two remaining grunts stood out in the open. Zak was wounded but had managed to pull out his plasma rifle and fire towards the brutes, trying his best to weaken their shields.
One of the grunts pulled out a plasma grenade and managed to stick it onto one of the brutes before falling down under a hail of enemy fire. The brute howled and rushed towards the remaining grunt and marine. They did not stand a chance; the explosion killed everyone and everything in its radius. As the smoke and energy dissipated, Hennet saw only five brutes remaining. Cursing, he aimed his sniper at the leader, a brute in golden armor, lined up the crosshairs with the creature's head, and pulled the trigger.
The brute's head exploded in a cloud of blood and gore, causing the remaining four brutes to move for cover. Zak was putting up a strong resistance, but his firing was irritating the brutes, which was evident when one of the monsters aimed it's weapon at the prone Sangheili and fired a full round of spiker rounds into him.
Upon seeing the execution of her comrade, Seetha gave a war cry and sprang from cover, drawing an energy sword as she charged the nearest brute. Hennet did not even get a chance to try to stop her, instead he had to watch as she tackled four brutes in close combat, and he did not need his battlefield experience to tell him that the odds were not in her favor. Growling in frustration, Hennet took aim at another brute, but with Seetha so close to his target, he did not dare take the shot, lest he accidentally hit her.
Tossing aside his weapon, Hennet moved from behind the boulder and ran into the fray. By the time he drew his magnum, and had reached the battle, Seetha had already killed one brute and wounded another, but not before she was clubbed in the back of the head by one of the brutes that had managed to avoid her attacks. Anger grew within Hennet as he saw Seetha fall. Not again. He could not stand seeing his whole squad killed before him, leaving him the only survivor. He would not have it.
Firing his magnum at the closest brute, he watched as the bullets depleted the last of its shield, allowing for the final bullet to pierce through the creature's thick skull. He fired his last remaining rounds at the injured brute, quickly dispatching it, as he lunged at the final one with his fists raised.
Hennet slammed into the brute, knocking it down as he rolled over it and quickly got to his feet. Before it could recover, he pulled back his fist and brought it down upon the brute's head, causing it to give a howl of pain. He continued to punch the brute, over and over, until the creature stopped moving.
Breathing heavily, Hennet looked around to examine his surroundings. No survivors, no more hostiles. After only about four minutes of combat, Hennet was the last survivor. Or not. The sound of labored breathing reached him and, turning around, he saw that it was coming from the Sangheili, Seetha. Feeling relieved that at least someone was alive, Hennet walked over to her and checker her condition. A quick examination revealed that she was not hurt, only unconscious. Now he was in a difficult situation. He wanted to continue on with attacking the brute outpost, but he would need more people than just himself to do it. However, he could not leave a wounded or disabled companion behind to fend for themselves.
After several moments, Hennet decided that the best thing to do would be to take Seetha to shelter and wait for her to regain consciousness before continuing on with the mission. Sighing, Hennet lifted the Sangheili and began to gently drag her along while he looked for a suitable shelter. The one thing that came to mind was how his fellow Spartans would react if they could see him now.