Meant to upload this yesterday, but my phone signed me out of word. Sorry about the cliffhanger last one. No, I'm not. Enjoy.
Off world, Rehe, age, 20:
"I can't stand these males ogling at me. I thought that maybe I wasn't going to be the only female onboard, but I was wrong. At least I was given my own quarters, that I still am unable to find. It's been a week since we departed to our Great Journey. Sincerely, your daughter, Rehe Rocamee." I power the holo-terminal down and proceed to search for my unknown quarters location.
Rounding a corridor corner, I ran into someone and was knocked down while he stood straight with full attention. He were larger than anyone I've ever seen, and he had the armor of a ranger. I tried to steer clear of the ranger units since they were snobs and rude to anyone other than a superior, but I didn't see him. He might beat me for bumping into him.
"Forgive me, I was lost in thought." He apologized confusing me with while extending his hand to help me up, "Never been in such a quiet place before. Where are my manners? Beko 'Sadumai."
"Rehe 'Rocamee." I say and watch him smile.
"Never seen a female onboard a war vessel." He chuckles as he pats my shoulder, "I hope to see you in battle, Rehe."
I prepare to defend my reason for being onboard, "I will fight whether a male likes… wait. You want to see me on the battlefield?"
Beko nods and he escorts me to the cantina. We chatted most of the day until he decided it was time for him to return to his quarters.
"I… I don't know where my quarters are. Can you help me find them?" I shyly say with a hint of embarrassment.
Beko chuckles and offers his service, "To be with a beautiful female like you, I would."
Shadow of Intent, Rehe, age 23:
"It's over heretics! Surrender your arms and submit to the Prophet's will." The Jiralhanae demands aiming his spiker at the Arbiter and I.
The Arbiter and I are surrounded. Unggoy cheer at the trapped enemies they've cornered. I might not be able to see Rookie again. The last time I saw him was when he was disciplining his soldiers.
"We will never yield." The Arbiter snarls, "We are Sangheili that will die with honor."
I gasp at his remark and lower my head. We are going to die at the hands of a Jiralhanae.
The brutish soldier laughs and wraps his hand around my throat, "She will live long enough for me."
What would Rookie do in a situation like this? Oh wait, "Demon! Help us!"
Just as planned all of our adversaries turn to where I was gazing. Their lack of attention gives me a chance to enact my attack. I kick my leg over his arm and use the momentum to bring him down with me pinning his arm. Seems observing Rookie in combat has taught me to fight for survival.
I look up and see him. The ranger I had met on my first week off world. Beko fired an outdated needle rifle into a Kig-Yar's leg. His skill is superior to my own. The Jiralhanae below me brings my attention to the dangerous position I'm in.
My talons rake across his throat and I join my sword-brothers. I retrieve the energy sword and begin slashing into a Kig-Yar. The Sangheili will prevail in this battle.
Hornet side, Rookie, age 23:
"Foxtrot-Ulysses-Charlie-Kilo. Tangos on my tail." The pilot says over our private comm channel, "Wingmen, take them down."
I begin firing at the three banshees on our ass. My ammo counter on my BR reads 36 rounds in the clip and 108 spare rounds. Every burst from my weapon, I begin to think about the pilot's statement. He said FUCK in Zulu code. That's funny and idiotic, like me.
The battle below is a wasted effort to take control. A scarab has climbed over the cliffs and is destroying our men.
"Pilot, get close to the scarab!" I order and lob a plasma at the banshee, "Garnett, aim for the right most banshee."
The marine takes pot shots and remarkably misses every fucking shot. I sigh and aim for her target. The banshee that was stuck by my plasma grenade explodes as the second dives to avoid it. The right most banshee smokes and explodes right when the second began its ascent. Two kills for one.
The pilot begins coming closer to the scarab. I nearly miss the Master Chief taking the massive tank out with a quick attack. The warthog close by meant Davidson was still shooting, hopefully.
"Pilot, previous orders are void, take us down near the LZ." I order as the pilot jerks right and we bypass the temple, "Garnett, what happened? You know better than spray and pray."
She hesitates before her shaky voice rings over the channel, "I… I never killed anyone before. Don't make me do it again. Please?"
"Listen up marine, you were bred to kill. Your superiors will determine whether or not you are to kill at all after that fuck up." I accidentally say over the officer's comm channel, "How old are you, twelve? You need to stay focused on more than honor, focus on the best things that'll come from it."
"Lay off her, Lieutenant O'Neal. Starting to sound like a creep." One of the other lieutenants jokes before screaming in pain.
Guess he got what he deserved. I was thinking, when are you and that Sangheili gonna… bow-chicka-bow-wow? Hear me out, her species mates for life and they must do whatever their husbands demand.
"Dalton you sick bastard. I would never do that to Rehe." I say with irritation, "She has done nothing wrong to me, neither would I do anything to wrong her."
Blake, you're just letting that hot piece tease you with that body of hers. What do you want, Blake?! Just glimpses of her every so often? Just wait she'll be begging you to fuck her, or vice versa
"Anti-air! I'm getting close to the ground." The pilot screams over the sound of beeping.
The hornet is a few meters above the desert sand. My heart is beating with fear. What if I won't see Rehe again.
The nose of the hornet jumps and I'm thrown off the wing into the hot sand. My vision blurs out with my other senses. Not now! I won't let my human body force me unconscious. I begin fighting my body and slowly regain focus. Yes, I'm getting back up. My eyes close and I am numb to the world around me.