I'm sorry if I mess up the timeline, but I'm not a Halo know it all. Even though I wrote Skyrim stories, I will write both Halo and Skyrim. Hope you enjoy.

CHAPTER ONE

"Kaidon!" one of the Sangheili servants called, "Your sister's eggs are hatching."

The date August 13, 2530, on Sangheilios marks an important event for Kaidon Bova 'Rocamee. Today his nieces and/or nephews are hatching from the three eggs.

"Get Kosa, and tell her to be ready." Bova ordered the female servant, "She'd like to see her young."

The grey Sangheili female nodded as she bowed to his command. The servant left to find the Kaidon's sister.

Kaidon Bova made his way to the hatchery; the night air waned from the rising suns. The offspring's father, for all Kaidon Bova knew of, was a Sangheili swordsman sent to human colony of Harvest that returned to breed before being sent back to the Great Journey.

As Kaidon Bova entered the hatchery, the chirps of a lone sangheili hatchling echoed throughout the small room. Two eggs remained unbroken, but collapsed on themselves.

The kaidon's sister, Kosa, entered the hatchery with a heavy heart. Only one Sangheili was hatched from her clutch. Kosa carefully made her way to the hatchling, and lifted it from the shell.

"A female." Kosa said to the kaidon, "I've given you a niece. And her name shall be, Rehe."

Meanwhile, on earth.

"Karen!" a concerned man asked his wife, "Karen, what's wrong?!"

Karen, the man's wife, replied in pain, "It's time. Joshua, it's time."

The couple have been expecting a child for the past months. Now is the child's time of life. The man called for an ambulance to take he and his wife to the hospital.

An hour has passed as Joshua, the father, waits for his wife and child. The nurse woke him from his sleep.

"It's a boy." The nurse said as Joshua rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"A boy?" Joshua yawned to receive a nod, "Can I see Karen?"

The nurse led him to his wife's assigned room.

"My love," Karen whispered to him, "I've a name for him: Blake.


Earth, Rookie, age 18, 2548:

"Troopers!" Sergeant Johnson shouted at us, his new troops, "You still know the drill: See a Covie,"

"Kick his ass, Sergeant sir!" the troops finished.

"Mmm Hmm, damn right." Johnson approves of our answer, "Now, before you are testosterone filled killers on the battlefield, remember: point your gun in the opposite direction of your head. Don't want no accidental kills."

The troops answered in unison, "Sir, yes sir!"

"Good." Johnson smiled as he lit his cigar, "Now, who doesn't know how to use a weapon?"

Blake watched as fourteen men stepped up to the sergeant's question. He heard his officer audibly sigh. After the fall of Harvest, Blake knew he wanted to join the fight for survival. His mother begged him to stay and make weapons instead of use them. If only he listened the year before enlisting.

"Blake O'Neal," Sergeant Johnson ordered, "step forward and join Edward Buck's ODST squad."

"Sir?" I replied in confusion. Today is after all my final days of boot camp, so why would I be able to be a Hell Jumper.

"That's right rookie, you're a Hell Jumper." An officer orders me, "Get your gear and join Buck. He's waiting in the armory."

Sangheilios, Rehe, age 18, 2548

"Mother," I said in respect, "the Covenant demand that I join. They will expect me to slay in the name of the righteous. The humans are a parasite th-"

My mother shushed my by placing her talons on half of my mandibles.

"I know. Your skill in combat will earn you glory." Mother smiled the best she could at the sangheili warrior before her, "Uncle Bova is proud with your ability to fight. You will bring honor to us."

I stand as mother finished speaking. I eagerly began making my way to the Covenant vessel that would take me to the cruiser, but mother spoke again.

"Try to stay away from the males." She warned me, "Males typically don't care whether or not you're a warrior. The Covenant will shame you for failing to be a warrior by mating with a comrade."

"Yes mother." I said before finally leaving, "Take care of uncle for me."

I left behind my family to earn honor and glory. The Covenant will rarely enlist a female Sangheili to war, but certain females, such as me, are due to certain skills.

The whine of a Covenant Spirit craft was heard before coming into view. The purple coloration and dual sides of the craft gave it an iconic look.

"Rehe 'Rocamee I presume?" A male Ultra asked as he handed me my new blue set of armor. "You are bestowed the rank of minor. Thel Vadamee is your commander unless told otherwise by the holy."

I stepped aboard the Spirit between two males. The males eyed me, disgusting beasts. I stood shorter than them by a few inches, my skin was paler, and my limbs were not as thick as the male. One of them suddenly spoke as the craft began its ascent.

"Thel Vadamee, Ship master. I believe you will serve aboard my vessel." The male informs, "You will have your own quarters since you are the only female aboard."

The second male spoke up, "Don't try to be like the previous Arbiter and die. Thel Vadamee has a family history of being Arbiters."

"So female, tell us your name." Thel Vadamee asks. Ignoring the other Sangheili

"Rehe 'Rocamee, niece of Kaidon Bova 'Rocamee and daughter of Kosa 'Rocamee."

"Rtas, you hear that?" Thel told the other male, "She's a 'Rocamee."

The other, presumably Rtas, spoke, "Her father was a great Ultra and a excellent friend. Too bad he gave his life for the cause."

I looked to Rtas and my curiosity escapes in a question, "What was my father like?"

Thel Vadamee chuckled, "In due time young one. In due time."