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The Sangheili 800 Squad

Prologue: An Introduction

It was a common saying in the Sangheili Military that the most honourable soldiers are the ones with the most medals.

Unfortunately, some Sangheili grew up with their mother forgetting to tell them this.

Which was precisely why the Sangheili 800 Squad existed.

A few hundred years before the Covenant was assembled, there was a sudden influx of bad soldiers joining up, severely compromising the military, as the bad soldiers were currently outnumbering the good soldiers. So the ones controlling the military did the only thing they could do.

They formed a reject pile and gave it a fancy name.

It was called the 800 Squad because there had originally been only 800 Sangheili in the group, although there was some debate over whether it should actually be called a squad. But everyone agreed that '800 Squad' simply sounded better that '800 Battalion'.

The reason that there had been only 800 Sangheili was because soldiers were grouped into the 800 Squad according to intelligence (test results), field skills and mental health. If they were poor in all areas or downright lacked the attributes, then they were sent to the 800 Squad, allowing soldiers who passed at least one test able to continue.

With the 800 men assembled, they sent them all to a remote section of Sanghelios, where they wouldn't be able to do any harm.

However, what command failed to foresee was that putting 800 idiots, psychopaths and poor leaders into one place would cause a lot of damage.

So by the time the Covenant was formed, there were only 300 soldiers left in the 800 Squad.

By the time the Covenant went to war with the humans, there was only one soldier left, who soon died of old age.

You'd think that would've solved the problem, right?

Wrong.

In 2546, a single Sangheili soldier had failed in all three areas for the first time since the 800 Squad's creation. The Prophets didn't know what to do with him until some of the Sangheili remembered what they used to do and recreated the Sangheili 800 Squad, depositing the soldier on a planet with an abandoned base completely alone.

The soldier was immediately aware that the base he had been dumped on was a mess. The base was in shambles due to no-one repairing it, the area was snow-covered, making it hard to actually find the base and there were dead, rotting bodies everywhere.

This soldier was a productive one though. He made it his duty to fully repair the base, a task he knew would take months, even years, but he felt that he was up to the challenge.

The first thing he did was collect all the dead bodies and dump them unceremoniously off a nearby cliff.

The next order of business was to get the base up and running, a task which proved to be more difficult, but he eventually managed to get the AC working. He then went from there to get the lights up and running, then moved onto the Wi-Fi. Eventually, he managed to get the base completely functional. He even added a small feature to the outside of the base in order to melt snow during the winter.

It had taken about four months to do all this. By this time, command had found another reject to get rid of.

August, 2548 (Human Calender)

1446 Hours

Somewhere in Slipspace

Atar 'Kaham had originally completed all three tests and gotten into the military at the young age of (twenty-eight human years), wanting to prove his honour and glory. He had done so in multiple battles, very quickly climbing the ladder of success.

He had distinguished himself during the Human-Covenant war, in that time earning himself the honourable rank of General and the surname 'Kahamee. He had earned this for single-handedly killing a human 'Spartan' and somehow staying alive afterwards.

However, near the end of 2547, during the battle of Skopje, Atar and most of his men had been decimated by another 'Spartan' and had only survived by sheer luck after having fallen off a cliff.

His wounds were eventually repaired, but the field medics had noticed that there was a possibility that Atar might have gotten brain damage from the fall. Since Atar was a very good soldier, the head of Sangheili command didn't want to believe it, so he set out to prove the medics wrong by having Atar sit the entry test again.

Unfortunately, all he did was prove the medics right, because Atar failed all three tests, leaving no choice but to put him in the 800 Squad.

That's where he was going right now.

Atar was on a small ship, waiting for it to get to the planet. He was not happy about this situation at all. So someone falls off a cliff and gets brain damage. So what? He was still a good soldier, he knew how to shoot a gun after all, so what was this for?

Eventually, the ship reached the planet and dumped him off before leaving. He was allowed to take a few of his possessions, including his concussion rifle, his plasma pistol, his USB and his driver's license.

As Atar walked to the base, he remembered that command had told him that there was another soldier who lived there. He couldn't remember his name, but he did remember that he was quite self-sufficient.

He could clearly see that, since the base that had once been covered in snow and ice and dead bodies was now clear of all debris, shiny purple metal sparkling in the sunlight.

Or what was left of it, with the clouds and everything.

A purple figure was walking out of the base, looking at Atar, who assumed that this was the guy. He walked over to him and saw that he was a Special Operations Sangheili with standard-issue armour, except painted purple.

"Uh… may I help you, Sir?" The Sangheili asked nervously. Two years of being alone had reduced his sociability levels significantly.

Atar nodded. "I am General Atar, your new commander."

The Sangheili blinked. "Huh? Commander?"

"Affirmative. I was sent here after taking and failing the test."

"But… but you're a General." The Sangheili said, confused. "Rejects shouldn't be able to reach the rank of a General."

"Rejects also shouldn't reach the rank of Special Operations." Atar countered.

The Sangheili looked at his armour. "This? I got it off of a dead guy due to mine not functioning properly."

"…Oh." Atar got taken off guard from this, but recovered quickly. "Anyway, what's important is that I'm here, okay? Let's say no more about it."

"Yes sir."

"Good. Now what's your name?"

"Trac 'Erosd, sir. But I'd prefer to be called 'Tracer'."

"Tracer…" Atar would have smiled if he could. He was starting to like this soldier already. "Well Tracer, you've done a fine job of repairing the base."

Tracer perked up. "Thanks sir! But I'm not finished yet…"

Atar and Tracer quickly formed a good working relationship that was bordering on friendship. They both set to work on getting the base to full order, repairing the weapons, vehicles and even the minor things. But they both knew that even with the two of them working, it would still take way too long to get the base completely fixed.

Luckily for them, they would soon be getting a new teammate.

Miara 'Lano was quite rebellious, even as a child. She disliked that females had to stay at home while the males went off and fought, so she attempted to join the army. It took a while, but eventually she managed to get in.

To her outrage though, the leaders didn't like the idea of a female being on the front lines, so they automatically put her in the Sangheili 800 Squad.

Atar, at first, was stunned that the military had actually allowed a female in, but got over it eventually. Tracer was just glad for some more help and welcomed her as though she was an ordinary soldier.

It soon became clear that Miara hated being handicapped. She liked to do even the toughest of jobs and would obey any direction given to her. She and Tracer would usually spend time rebuilding the vehicles and weapons.

Miara, as it turned out, loved weapons that had something to do with fire, so Tracer used leftover parts from weapons and vehicles to create a flamethrower for her, which she was very enthusiastic about.

Over time, both Tracer and Miara were getting closer and closer to each other and probably would have become a couple if it weren't for a new arrival.

Utarz 'Lano was Miara's older brother. Both Atar and Tracer assumed that he was going to be similar to his sister. They couldn't have been more wrong.

Utarz, as it had turned out, had been forced to join the army by his parents, as they felt it was his duty. Trouble was, Utarz was nothing like other Sangheili. He had no regard for honour, was lazy, drank a lot and spent a lot of time in the brothels in the Sangheili underworld. In short, he was an idiot.

On top of all that, he was stubbornly insubordinate and refused to call Atar 'sir'. He soon became generally disliked by everyone and loathed by Atar.

He wasn't a valuable asset to the team and actually hindered them from doing their jobs rather than helping them. Unfortunately, the next recruit was even worse.

Repora 'Herno had a mysterious past that no-one knew about. He hadn't told anyone, even when threatened. But whatever had happened in his past had caused him to go completely insane and somehow lose touch with reality and physics.

When he joined the army, he got the test score of -18 (the test had ten questions), his field skills demonstration got the supervising officer murdered and when evaluating his mental health, the examiners simply put down 'N/A'.

His placement in the 800 Squad made a lot of soldiers happy.

To make matters worse for the ones in the 800 Squad at the moment, Repora and Utarz had a mysterious history together that made them hate each other intensely. Whenever Utarz would make an insulting comment to him, Repora would go berserk and go on a rampage that would destroy parts of the base, usually undoing Tracer's hard work.

In an attempt to keep Repora away from the reconstruction, Tracer rebuilt a Ghost ('forgetting' to put guns on it) and gave it to Utarz that he could use whenever Repora was attacking him.

At first, it worked. But then Utarz started using it when Repora wasn't attacking him. He would drive the thing anywhere, sometimes knocking other things over. These things were usually involved in the reconstruction some way or another.

So it was basically back to square one.

They lived at the base for a further two years up to the human year 2550 when they were told that they were soon to get another recruit. Atar, Tracer and Miara were desperately hoping that he would at least have some manners. In a vain attempt to make a good impression, they started to make the base a bit tidier.

As usual though, something came up to disturb the plan…

February, 2550 (Human Calender)

1107 hours

Sangheili 800 Squad Main Base (SSMB 800)

"UUUUUUUUUTTTTTAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRZZZZZZZZ!"

Atar looked up from the main computer.

Tracer looked up from the damaged wall.

Miara looked up from the collapsed tunnel.

One of the most predictable things about Repora was when he was about to go on a rampage. He would scream out something random (ranging from apple to Zimbabwe) and that was usually followed by a large and unnecessary amount of explosions or gunfire.

Sometimes the explosions and gunfire were preceded by Utarz riding up to Repora on his Ghost and saying, "You called?"

That was what was happening in this particular instance.

Repora stared at him, holding a heavy plasma cannon and a fuel rod gun attached to his back.

It took a few seconds for Utarz to get the point. "Oh, right! Shit!" He turned heel and zoomed off.

"YOU'LL NEVER ESCAPE ME!" Repora roared, firing his cannon.

In the control room, Atar sighed in frustration. Of all the days this had to happen, it just had to happen now.

The rookie would be arriving at the base later on today. They couldn't have Repora just shooting random fuel rods into the air, lest he kills someone.

Tracer and Miara rushed inside. They knew better than to stay outside during one of Repora's rampages.

"Gods above…" Atar muttered, turning to them both. "Tell me that isn't Repora."

Tracer and Miara looked at each other, then back at Atar.

"Sorry sir." Tracer said. "He's starting off with automatics this time though, so there'll be less damage."

Atar growled. "Off all the… one of you need to go and stop him, right now!"

"Shouldn't we let him blow off his steam this time?" Miara suggested. "I mean, that's what we usually do."

"And where does that leave us?"

"Almost all of our hard work undone." Miara replied. "But it's not as if we're not used to that."

"Yeah, we usually just work twice as hard to make up for it." Tracer added.

"We don't have the time to work twice as hard!" Atar snapped. "The recruit will be arriving here today! We need to contain this as quickly as possible!"

"Yes sir." Both Miara and Tracer replied.

"Good. I'll contact command to find out when the recruit will be arriving while one of you has to go and stop Repora. Understood?"

"Yes sir." Miara and Tracer said in sync. Atar nodded, satisfied, and left the room.

Tracer immediately turned to Miara. "Hey Miara, do you want to-?"

"Nope." She said, leaving. "I'll be sniper in case Repora doesn't listen."

"Thanks." Tracer muttered sarcastically.

Years ago, Utarz used to be terrified by Repora's hostility. However, two whole years of dealing with Repora's rampage for every two days or so had dulled the fear and was replaced by boredom.

Right now, he was putting little to no effort to dodging Repora's shots. In fact, he was pretty sure that he could dodge his shots even if he was standing still.

The same thing was going through Repora's mind, except it was a furious thought and one he didn't pay much attention to. Right now, all he was focused on was murdering Utarz once and for all. He had loathed him for too long and was going to kill him once and for all.

After all, who cared if he was a main character?

Then he got a lucky shot, or Utarz just fell asleep. Either way, a fuel rod hit the ground in front of him and Utarz, Ghost and all, flew into the air. He yelled and hit the ground with a thump.

Utarz looked at the Ghost and groaned. Tracer was going to kill him.

Repora chuckled evilly and took careful aim at Utarz.

"Fuck." Utarz grumbled.

"Well Utarz, it's been almost sixteen years now." Repora said. "Ever since that fateful night, I have dedicated myself to murdering you. And now, I will finally get that chance."

"Oh please," Utarz said. "With your aim, you couldn't hit a human spaceship if it was right in front of you."

"For your information, I was able to hit it after only three shots. So what do you say to that?"

"…Seriously?"

"Shut up." Repora said coldly. "Now prepare to die."

"Never!" Utarz shouted. "I will die as unprepared as possible and you can't do shit about it!"

"Well, that won't do, will it?" Repora said pleasantly. "I promise that if you prepare yourself for death, then I will kill you in the most painless way possible."

Utarz gave this some thought. "How painless?"

"Neck snap painless."

"Is that actually painless?" Utarz asked.

"Yup."

"How do you? Have you tried it?"

"Yep."

Utarz thought about it for a bit longer, then shrugged. "Well, okay then. I can go for that."

"Good!" Repora said happily. "Now prepare for a cold, dark void."

"Uh, Repora?" A voice asked from behind him.

Repora turned to face the voice, fuel rod gun in hand. "Yello?"

Tracer stared at the barrel of the loaded radioactive cannon. "First off, could you possibly put that thing away?"

"That's what she said." Utarz called up from below.

"I'll deal with you later Utarz!" Tracer called.

"It was pretty funny though." Repora said.

"Repora!" Tracer said sternly.

"Fine." Repora put the fuel rod gun on his back. "Happy now, you sissy?"

Tracer ignored the last comment. "What do you think you're doing?"

Repora thought about this. Then he said, "To quote another soldier quite like me, I don't think, I do."

Tracer looked around at the small amount of devastation. "I can see that."

"Then why ask?"

"Listen!" Tracer snapped angrily. "You do realise that the new guy is arriving today, right?!"

Repora blinked under his Ranger helmet. "New guy?" Realisation dawned on him. "Ohhhhh… the new guy."

"Oh yeah." Utarz said from below, standing up. "Forgot about him."

"Exactly." Tracer said. "Imagine if he came to the base with you blowing stuff up. Imagine what will happen?"

"Nothing much."

Tracer decided to spell it out for him. "You would have missed yet another shot at Utarz and hit the carrier ship that was arriving with him on it and then he would've died with his last memory being of destruction and pain."

"That good or bad?" Repora asked.

Tracer hated talking to Repora. He seemed to go out of his way to act dumb or to disturb others with his talk of his previous crimes against nature.

"Bad." Tracer hissed.

"Oh, ok. So?"

"SO," Tracer said with a great deal of restraint, "we need you to stopfiring randomly and actually help us with the reconstruction of the base."

"But I want to kill Utarz!" Repora whined. "It'll only take a few minutes, I promise!"

"No it won't!" Tracer exploded. "You can't aim for shit! Your shots hit everything except Utarz!"

"Yeah, well…" Repora muttered.

"Look, all we're asking is for you to behave for the first few days that the rookie is here, okay?" Tracer said. "That's it. We'll tolerate that."

Repora thought about this, frowning (despite the fact that Sangheili couldn't frown). He was having trouble making a decision.

Time to call on Heaven and Hell.

A miniature version of Repora with angel wings and a halo appeared on Repora's right shoulder in a puff of white smoke and a POOF sound. "I believe you should go with him on this one. It'll set a temporary good impression." He said.

Another miniature version of him, except with devil horns and a forked tail, appeared on his left shoulder in a puff of maroon smoke, also with a POOF sound. "Don't listen to him! You're so close to killing Utarz! You won't have another chance at this!"

Part of Repora's psychosis involved multiple-personality disorder and constant hallucinations, which were Heaven and Hell. Heaven and Hell represented the good and evil of his conscience respectively, appearing whenever Repora 'called' upon them.

There was a third voice in his head called Purgatory, but he represented the neutral side of his brain, so he couldn't make decisions for himself, so Repora didn't call upon him very often, if ever.

"If you kill Utarz now, then the story won't be able to continue!" Heaven insisted.

"Bah!" Hell snorted. "Who cares about the story?"

Repora made his decision.

"Ok Tracer. I agree." He said.

"Ok, good, beca-"

"As long as I can start shooting Utarz after the few days is up."

Tracer sighed. "Fine."

"YAY!" Repora skipped off somewhere, with Heaven smirking and Hell grumbling on his shoulders.

"Thanks, man." Utarz said from below. "I owe you one."

Tracer looked at him. "You're welcome, I-" He suddenly noticed a purple flaming wreckage. "Huh? What the fuck did you do to the Ghost?!"

"Ah." Utarz chuckled nervously. "About that…"

Miara put down the gun as she saw Tracer march up to Utarz. She'd seen everything she needed to see and as much as she wanted to see Utarz's pain, someone had to report to Atar.

"I see…" Atar said to the Kig-Yar on the computer screen. "Isn't that a bit too soon?"

"Not my decision, dude." The Kig-Yar said. "What the Prophets say will happen will happen."

"I know, but still…"

"Chill man. I'm sure it'll be fine."

Atar had made several requests to get a different radio operative to respond to the 800 Squad's calls but they always got this incompetent idiot. Atar disliked him particularly because of his attitude and the way he got things done, which was over a long period of time and procrastination.

"If you say so…" Atar said. "Thank you for your… help."

"No prob-" Atar hung up.

Atar then sent another email that read 'SERIOUSLY, GET ME A DIFFERENT RADIO OPERATIVE'. He felt that should get the point across.

Miara entered the room. Atar noticed and turned around.

"Well?" He asked. "Is Repora contained?"

"For now sir." Miara responded.

Atar grunted. "Well, that'll have to do. Tell everyone that the recruit's arriving in ten minutes."

"Yes si- TEN MINUTES?!"

"Yup. We can't tidy up like we planned." Atar grumbled. "But we did our best, didn't we?"

Everyone hurried to the drop point, which was just a metal circle with the words 'Land here please', to wait for the 800 Squad's newest recruit.

Author's notes

Well, ending was pretty crap, but I feel like this version of Marines vs Elites will actually go somewhere. Speaking of which, I don't intend to revisit the Marines. I didn't feel as if I would be able to continue with them. I mean, the Elites are better.

Thanks for watching.

Potato.