Chapter 1: The life I've led

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2598. 45 years after the Human-Covenant war. When peace was made, the species that had been at each other's throats thought that they would never have anything to do with each other. They were wrong. In the year 2569, the UNSC and the former Covenant species, formed an alliance known as the Allied Species. The main reason for the forming of this union, was that the Jiralhanae were in the middle of a brutal civil war. Jiralhanae extremists, led by the last surviving San 'Shyuum ,the Prophet of Salvation, led a genocidal war against all who had abandoned the faith of the Covenant.

Years before, undeniable proof had been put forward that completely shaken the foundation of the Covenant religion. The aftershocks were catastrophic for all races. It had proved, beyond a doubt that not only was the Great Journey a lie, but that the Forerunners were no more than mortals and the ancestors of humanity. The Covenant faith lost nearly all of its supporters overnight. Even most of the Jiralhanae, the most faithful of its followers, abandoned it. However several remained.

The Prophet of Salvation glassed several Jiralhanae Separatist planets, killing millions, with the intention of going on to wipe out every last living thing that did not believe in his faith. The response to Salvation, was just as amazing as it was unbelievable. Every last species, Human, Sangheili, Huragok, Mgalekgolo, Yanme'e, Kig-Yar even Unggoy rose to arms in response to the Jiralhanae Separatists' call for aid. The combined powers of the alliance, temporarily dubbed Allied Species, was something to be feared. Salvation's fleets were smashed into oblivion, and his armies massacred. Though Salvation's army was nearly completely eradicated, his body was never found, yet he was presumed dead, however it is believed that he will return one day to extract his vengeance on all those who wronged him.

Many expected the alliance to dissolve a few weeks after Salvation's disappearance. To the surprise of many, it lasted, barely. Having done battle side by side, had caused many of the species to overlook the hatred they had felt towards one another, and see each other in a new light. Several months after the defeat of Salvation, the declaration became official, the Allied Species was now a galactic power.

Humans especially welcomed this as assistance for recovery, which had been plentiful even before the founding of the alliance, increased tenfold. By 2595, humanity had been restored to its former power. Fresh colonies had been built on planets that had finally become de-glassed after years of painstaking effort, as well as new planets. Humanity has also experienced massive technological advances, both civilian and military.

Kig-Yar were the second most effected race within the Allied Species and the second closest ally of Humanity, after the Sangheili. To this date many believe it rooted from the colony of Stratus and its interesting history.

Decades prior, specifically the year 2534, to the end of the war an entire brigade of Kig-Yar defected from the main population of the Covenant, mostly likely for legal reasons. This brigade would later seek sanctuary in one human colony, known as Stratus. There Kig-Yar lay, completely hidden from the Covenant and most of humanity. Only the local populations knew they existed. Though reluctant to trust these aliens a business relationship was created between the two populations.

This relationship was later cemented during the raid of Stratus when an entire company of Insurrectionists invaded the small colony on 2537, hopefully for easy picking and to deal a fatal blow to the UNSC. Although a distress signal was sent, no help arrived forcing the colonists to prepare for a bloody ground conflict. However the Insurrectionists and colonists never took into account of the Kig-Yar population. These covenant merchant vessels were equipped with enough weaponry to deal with a light UNSC frigate as shown during the space battle. Although a distress signal was sent, no help arrived forcing the colonists to prepare for a bloody ground conflict.

The land battle was a completely different story. There was only war. For forty-eight hours the two species fought together for the very world they called home. Though taking causalities the two forces managed to repel the human insurrectionists and succeeded. In some valleys it was a killing ground with hundreds of dead bodies on top of one another. Despite the hardships the two inhabitants faced they had come to rely, respect and trust each other.

As a token of gratitude the human population decided to not report the Kig-Yar on the planet, an issue that had been debated greatly. In exchange the Kig-Yar after a year of research were able to find a way to distract or shield the entire human population from the covenant detectors.

So while UNSC colonies were burned and glass, Stratus was spared. The colonist of Stratus turned their backs on the UNSC, the government that abandoned them, and embraced the Kig-Yar of their world. Of this new and relaxed relationship came an unexpected result.

Hybrids; One in four Kig-Yar, human babies were capable of reaching adulthood. In modern times the chance is much greater. The colony of Stratus was the first and to this day only colony to have a significant hybrid population.

And so begins the story of our character. Sanjan Rahman a Human-Kig-Yar hybrid, his dark past, his tortured present and uncertain future. The story of a Kig-Yar and the life he led to become the male he is to this day.

On the Staggering Strike:

Currently he was cleaning his jagged Harpoon. For a few minutes he smiled at the Harpoon before continuing his cleaning. Most of the crew decided that is was best to ignore him. Sanjan was fine with that. After all he was a unique person. At 6 feet 3, he was slightly short by Jackal standards but made up for it from the muscle making him 59 kilograms instead of the usual 54. The muscle was mostly due to this human descendant.

You see, Sanjan was a Jackal Human Hybrid, A third generation Hybrid. However, even if he didn't suffer as much as his previous generations Hybrids, he had still faced the scrutiny of his heritage. For him though it didn't matter. Every year he had gone to Zito, for fishing. Thus the Harpoon, for it had made an excellent weapon against both whales and enemy troops. Hell the Harpoon he was cleaning could easily kill a Hunter, fully armoured, in two hits. One for the armour and the other to kill the flesh underneath. The down side was the Harpoon was only explosive once and he only had 6 at the most.

After polishing his harpoon, Sanjan decided that he should get to the mess hall for a lunch. There was no exceptions for those that were late, especially for hybrids like him, but he had learned to adapt and stick it to those bastards. Just the thought of fish made him lick his lips in anticipation. Despite being only 18 years old by Kig- Yar or 20 by human Standards, Sanjan Had collected an impressive kill count of 34.

I don't regret the men or people that I have killed. They were the enemy and I was the butcher. Unlike Humans who found it disgusting, Kig-Yar found it quite honourable to eat their foes. It was a sign of respect; that said foe had taught them something and in turn made them stronger.

However just before he could even think about taking a large bite out of some oats and steak, there was a moderate shake, which he dismissed, followed by a chemical explosion, which he couldn't. What the fuck was going on?

"Attention all hands!" came the thundering voice of the Sangheili shipmaster thought the intercom and all communication devices connect to the Battle-Net "When we left slip space, three ships of unknown origin approached us! They have not responded to hails and they are preparing their weapons for firing! Prepare for combat!" The second these words were spoken, a second explosion rocked the ship.

"Fuck, at least I know it's not those Humans trying to do me in," I muttered. Quickly I reached for my Speargun/ Harpoon/Sniper Rifle a third explosion shook the ship, although it was not as great as the previous one.

The third explosion rocked the ship, this one much stronger than the last, and panicked voices rang out across the Battle-Net. "That last one hit our engines! We're going down!"

For a few seconds I experienced zero gravity as I attempted to grab the handles on the wall. I stretched my arms as far as possible.

Too far, fuck! Time to use my legs. I flipped quickly in mid-air turning myself directly towards my weapon. Using the muscles embedded in my fragile bones I propelled myself towards my gun. I dart towards the weapon floating effortlessly in space.

Three…

Several minor explosions rock the ship. I thought they were only attacking the engines.

Two…

The explosions throw me off course by a few centimetres. Dammit! I miss the weapon, just barely scratching the surface. That's going to ruin the paint job.

One…

At the last moment I use my left foot to kick the Harpoon towards me.

Zero…

Just has I grasp the weapon in my hands, gravity returns to me, accelerating me to the metallic walls off the staggering strike. I bounce off the painful collision, checking my weapon. It's still in working order. Good

Then a fiery explosion appeared, quickly engulfing the hull of the ship before spreading out into the air. I had only survived because I was relatively close to the walls when it occurred. Otherwise, elites will finally have answered the age old question. What does fried Kig-Yar taste like.

Wait… air? Then that means that…

We're one a planet. A desert planed. I look up sniffing the air and the observing the sky. Several fighters started appearing from the horizon over the two suns.

I quickly grabbed my Harpoon and fired once. It shot penetrated the hull of the fighter engulfing it in flames before it quickly crashed into one of its comrades.

Whoever is flying these things are idiots. I mean who flies so low that they can be killed through sniper fire then crashes into their own comrades. I don't know but I know this.

I'm on a hostile planet and to the best of my knowledge alone, fighting a superior enemy.

Shit just got real.