"As long as I can protect humanity, I'll never back down." I reply to Lieutenant Marie as we stroll down the ships corridor, "I'm not a politician, but I'll do my best, ma'am."
The brunette warmly smiles as we enter a large room. The same white walled; black floor style repeats itself within the room. A table big enough for six people is in the center with exotic and alien foods, paperwork scattered across it. Two Sangheili loom over the table with impatience. One wears a red outfit like the belly dancers back on earth wear.
The one in red is shorter than any I've seen, around seven feet tall; its eyes are a dull brown. It holds itself highly with a bit of nervousness in its stance. The head seems to be smaller as do the limbs. Stunted growth? Poor kid. Easy kill.
The other stands with pride and towers over the one in red. Its armor is a dark blue, almost on the verge of purple, but many dents are on it. It looks at me with a growl before turning its head to show an empty socket. Not him. Fucking hell.
"Human." He growls puffing his chest out in an effort to make himself look bigger, "Come to finish me off, like a hunter would?"
"You nearly killed me out there." I look him in his good eye and reply, "You know if we were to switch positions you'd do the exact same. Let's not bring the past up in front of the important people."
"Agreed. We will settle this later." Venom is in every word he snarls at me, "Begin, human lieutenant."
"Thank you, Kiga 'Draham." Marie speaks with a bow of respect, "In order for the alliance to work, we need to trust one another. So, our governments agreed to mix security details. Humans and Sangheili watching one another's back."
"Like a unit, right, Uncle?" the Sangheili in red asks with a prepubescent screech.
"Sort of, young one." The veteran says in a caring tone; still holding his growl, "Almost like an untrusting; murderous unit."
"Lieutenant, what am I missing?" I ask feeling uncomfortable at the exchange.
The brunette sighs and whispers, "Sangheili are raised by everyone except for the father, they're unknown."
"Problems?" the one in red asks in a curious tone.
I stare him down to make him continue the conversation on politics. The minor snarls, putting tension in the room, and his talons scraping the table. His eye is filled with anger, muscles taut, mandibles flaring.
"Easy big guy. What happened?" the Lieutenant asks attempting to calm the fucker, "No need for more violence."
"That is my niece!" he snarls lunging at me with murderous intent.
The ship jerks from an outside force. My pod suspended in orbit above the planet that is falling. Humanity needs hope, we need him. Sierra 117. I'm the next best thing for earth until then.
"Sergeant, what's our objective?" Private Kendo asks over the comm sys.
"Hold the city until civilian evac is complete. We will link with Omega team at the square, and move to the Kremlin." I order pressing a button to bring up the map of Moscow, "Baddies have the surrounding roadways cut off, the metro is our way in. Enter through China Town, and exit from the Lenin library." I press another button to bring up the Kremlin, "Built in 1495, it overlooks the Moskva River, plan B. It's an old fucking building, so that means be aware of your environment. One wrong move and we're history like the Marxists."
"Drop! Drop!" the commander orders releasing the pods.
The planet is fast approaching, the country holds her arms open, begging for us to save her people. She is scorched from the plasma and artillery shellings. The canal bridges are barely holding up the scorpions and kodiaks firing. Phantoms are coming from the north in bombing formation. Longswords move in to intercept, but they don't make it. The longswords explode as banshees dive bomb them.
"Banshees! One o'clock!" Corporal Simons exclaims through the system, "They're moving to intercept us!"
Daniels comes in on the comm "Son of a bi-"
"No! Those bastard's!" I yell feeling the chute deploy slowing me for the LALO drop, "Ready up, Alphas! We'll make them pay!"
Plasma bolts hit my pod, other's miss as I prepare to hit the ground. Brace! Stop! Exit!
Leveling the assault rifle to every grunt skull in sight, I pop and drop 'em. The jackals squawk and shoot their carbines as the grunts return fire. The blue blood stains the fresh; white snow. The cries of fear from the grunts signal they've reached breaking point, which means they'll run soon. The remaining grunts fall from multiple bursts of my team. Jackals screech and leap to higher ground, away from our bullets. Sniper rounds implode their skulls leaving behind purple blood and gore.
"Hostiles down. Moving to squad leader." Chicago says catching her breath, "Ready to move sir."
"Check your ammo, and book it to the RV." Reloading my SMG, I look at the buildings around us, "Hasn't change much since the twenty-fifth century. We're being watched. Snipers in the area, get to cover and lay low."
The gray clouds loom above like a predator stalking its prey. A storm's coming. Perfect cover as we move to Omega.
"Hey, Yankee." My comms come to life with the voice of a Scotsman, "You're welcome. We got pushed off course by the squid bastards."
"Copy that, Welsh." I reply vs address everyone, "Alpha; Omega, we carry on with the objective. Omega, provide sniper cover until we arrive at the metro. Alpha, check your surroundings and make sure no artillery hits Omega."
With a collective Hooah, we proceed to China Town. What the hell did you jump in to, Damien?