AUTHOR NOTE: This is just a short intro chapter, so don't expect anything spectacular. I know a lot of stories have been going around about HALO 3, but this is not one of them. True, the Brutes (Jiralhanae) are at war with the Elites (Sangheili), but this story takes place about fifty years after that fateful day when Truth replaced the Elites with Brutes, and started the large Covenant civil war. So, don't accuse me of copying. This is totally new.
CHAPTER ONE. DAWNING COMPREHENSION
Rdai Kgar'tmee ducked behind the shadows of a large boulder, disappearing from sight entirely. The Brute captain stumbled clumsily into view, soaking wet hair matted to tough, leathery skin. A lighting flash illuminated the harsh surroundings, its light staying even after the bolt was gone. The unique lighting of the planet 'Trarquen' dotted the dark horizon; rain pelted the swaying trees and foliage, beating down grass and bushes. Through all of this the Brute captain stumbled, looking for the Elite.
Rdai Kgar'mee had no pity.
The Elite stepped out from his cover, purposely making noise so the Brute would notice. The Captain whipped around, rain flicking off of his mottled fur, and pulled out his brute shot, growling. Rdai rolled to the side just as the clip of deadly grenades whistled through the air and exploded, casting a yellowish light everywhere. Rdai flipped up from his roll, landed on his feet in a fighting stance, and growled mockingly at the fumbling Brute.
The Captain abandoned trying to reload, and brushed the Elite, roaring fiercely. Rdai held his ground as the Brute got closer. The oversized ape would try to slice Rdai with the long, gracefully curved blade on the butt of the weapon. It would easily chop him in half, since the weapon had recently been upgraded with a particle-disruptor on the blade which forced apart the atoms of the target two millimeters away from the edge of the blade. The Captain never got close. Just as the blade was swinging around in its deadly arc, Rdai dropped down into a low crouch. He whipped out a plasma sword and slashed him across the chest and through the arm. Black blood spewed out from the fatal gash, all over the mirratords armor.
AUTHOR NOTE: This is just a short intro chapter, so don't expect anything spectacular. I know a lot of stories have been going around about HALO 3, but this is not one of them. True, the Brutes (Jiralhanae) are at war with the Elites (Sangheili), but this story takes place about fifty years after that fateful day when Truth replaced the Elites with Brutes, and started the large Covenant civil war. So, don't accuse me of copying. This is totally new.