Hello there, this'll be my first Halo story and I plan on making an impact with everyone. For those of you who took your time giving me your ideal Spartan thank you. I now have a team that has the capacity for kicking ass. there are few things that I do need help with though. It's in the form of Halo knowledge. Does anyone know anything about the UNSC Navy? If you do please PM me. But there is one part of the story that is ready for your viewing.
Now here's an excerpt for one of the parts in the story where the Covenant first make contact with these "Water Demons."
Kelro Aderum sat impatiently as his Phantom slowly glided through the water with a half dozen other craft that scanned the ocean depths visually with their powerful search lights. So far they had found nothing, not even a great sea creature that he had hoped to see on this watery world. He clicked his mandibles in frustration at having to be here. The Elite Major commanded a squad of Grunts and Jackals that chittered nervously all around him while two of his brethren sat in their seats holding their arms across their chests nervously as the hull of the craft groaned all around them at the pressure of the two thousand feet of ocean pressure above their heads.
He had never liked the water, no Elite in their right mind liked it. On his homeworld of Sanghelios the ocean depths were more dangerous than anywhere on the planet, and he and his species had been wise to steer clear of it in their ancestral rising to become the masters of their world. He himself was a proud warrior, afraid of no living creature, he had fought for years against the human vermin, claiming many victories in his family's name. His father, too old to fight, had expressed how pleased he was to tell the tales of his valiant son and his exploits in battle. But this was not what Kelro had in mind when the Shipmaster had split from the main fleet with another pair of cruisers to investigate this strange world. But he had no wish to be here, trawling the ocean depths for any sign of a foe he knew was too frail and weak to take to the oceans.
Or were they, he thought to himself. True he had never thought too highly of humans but he always thought of the numerous sea side locations of their cities as strange, perhaps they were not afraid of the sea as his species was. If there were any time to simply take time and dwell on that possibility, it was now, in a place where he knew he would not and could not fight.
But all of a sudden the pilots gasped in surprise, and Kelro stood up and walked to the cockpit to see two of his brethren panting in their seats, as if they had just seen a ghost.
"What is it?"
"We don't know whatever it was it was fast. Major, could it be…" the Minor gasped, "demons?"
"Impossible, the demons are too heavily armored for underwater operations. Perhaps you saw a fish…"
But in that instant, they saw the Phantom directly to their right lurch and shake as its light was extinguished. Its purple hull lights flickered as Kelro ordered the light on their Phantom to shine at their wounded comrade. But what they saw made them cringe in absolute fear. Standing on the wounded and dying Phantom was the worst nightmare of every Covenant warrior. A pair of massive armored bipedal creatures in armor that seemed to hide in the dark tore at the Phantom's hatch until in one last effort a loud banging and screeching noise blasted through the depths and masses of air and then blood of all colors flooded out of the Phantom as the pressure crushed the warriors inside into pulp, squeezing every last drop of blood out. But what scared the Elites was that they could no longer see their quarry.
"Those were Demons!"
"Demons can swim!"