[text]=covenant language
-EARTH {Spartans}-
I stood at the intersection of two large corridors. Shawn was in the hall looking for ammo, with William watching his back. Suddenly a bolt of superheated plasma flew by, and I could smell tangy vapor from the melted wall. I heard the scream of an injured marine. "Shit! Where did the marines come from?!" Shawn yelled.
I ran around the corner to find three marines fighting to protect an injured officer. Against a blue Elite and four grunts, I didn't think they had much chance. I told William to protect the officer. When one of the marines turned away from the Elite to kill a grunt, Shawn opened fire on the Elite with his assault rifle. William shoved a frag down a grunt's throat, and shoved it down the corridor. Seeing this, I yelled "Fire in the hole!," and dove for cover.
One of the marines was temporarily blinded by the flash, so he never saw the black special forces Grunt that opened fire with a glowing fuel rod cannon. The plasma vaporized the marines, and I was sent flying down the hallway.
-EARTH ORBIT {Chachar}-
Chachar, a grunt who had assisted the fall of Reach and escaped the destruction of Halo, was resting thousands of miles from the planet his brothers were attacking, contemplating recent events. Back on Halo, he had learned of a mysterious green-armored human, and had stolen a Seraph fighter, filled it with supplies, and fled to the most recent known destination of the Covenant main fleet: the human homeplanet, Earth.
Suddenly his radar started beeping, jerking him out of his thoughts. He twisted his seat around to look at it, finding that something. . .no, somethings were approaching. Very big somethings.
Considering where he was, he knew they could only be one thing. [A human armada! They must have sensed my ship!] He turned the fighter away from the ships, and opened the throttle, heading straight out to. . .[Earth? Wait. . . If Earth is in front of me, then the ships are headed towards it, and that could mean. . . ]
Playing his hunch, Chachar turned his Seraph fighter around - just in time to see three frigates and a carrier drop out of slip space. All of which were Covenant forces.
-EARTH {Marines}-
"Master Chief has stolen a Covenant ship it to try and find the Covenant home planet," reported Lieutenant Aegis Hernandez to his men, "And he's left us to hold the fort. That means we need to wipe out every last covenant sonuvabitch we can find. Now move out!"
The marines ran up a hill, finding a dead gold-armored Elite, but no weapons around it. They would have assumed a Grunt had stolen the plasma sword, but there were no Grunt tracks. All they could see were large oval imprints in the ground. They decided to follow them, because, as Lieutenant Hernandez put it, "the enemy of my enemy is my friend. A golden Elite is one of my worst enemies, so whoever took it out will soon be one of my best friends."
After some time following the tracks, they came upon the end of a battle. Two figures, both well over six feet tall, were battling an entire covenant platoon. . .and winning. One of them, wielding a plasma sword and Jackal shield, swiftly eviscerated, bisected, and otherwise slaughtered the nearest covenant warriors, while the other one was busy throwing a hunter shield at a group of Grunts, and then crushing an Elite's head with one hand, the other hand occupied by a Fuel Rod cannon. Suddenly, a Grunt's torso exploded outward as if from a close-range shotgun burst, but there was no-one behind him to have taken the shot. Things continued this way for the next ten minutes, with the marines to awed to even think of offering assistance.
After the battle, Hernandez signaled that his platoon get into firing squad position and finally spoke up: "Identify yourselves immediately, or be fired upon!"
The figure with the sword looked up with obvious surprise. "I am Petty Officer Craig." He gestured to the other figure. "This is Special Operative William, and this-" At this point, he gestured into empty space. "This is Stealth Operative Shawn. We are part of the SPARTAN III program."
-EARTH {Spartans}-
I stood at the intersection of two large corridors. Shawn was in the hall looking for ammo, with William watching his back. Suddenly a bolt of superheated plasma flew by, and I could smell tangy vapor from the melted wall. I heard the scream of an injured marine. "Shit! Where did the marines come from?!" Shawn yelled.
I ran around the corner to find three marines fighting to protect an injured officer. Against a blue Elite and four grunts, I didn't think they had much chance. I told William to protect the officer. When one of the marines turned away from the Elite to kill a grunt, Shawn opened fire on the Elite with his assault rifle. William shoved a frag down a grunt's throat, and shoved it down the corridor. Seeing this, I yelled "Fire in the hole!," and dove for cover.
One of the marines was temporarily blinded by the flash, so he never saw the black special forces Grunt that opened fire with a glowing fuel rod cannon. The plasma vaporized the marines, and I was sent flying down the hallway.
-EARTH ORBIT {Chachar}-
Chachar, a grunt who had assisted the fall of Reach and escaped the destruction of Halo, was resting thousands of miles from the planet his brothers were attacking, contemplating recent events. Back on Halo, he had learned of a mysterious green-armored human, and had stolen a Seraph fighter, filled it with supplies, and fled to the most recent known destination of the Covenant main fleet: the human homeplanet, Earth.
Suddenly his radar started beeping, jerking him out of his thoughts. He twisted his seat around to look at it, finding that something. . .no, somethings were approaching. Very big somethings.
Considering where he was, he knew they could only be one thing. [A human armada! They must have sensed my ship!] He turned the fighter away from the ships, and opened the throttle, heading straight out to. . .[Earth? Wait. . . If Earth is in front of me, then the ships are headed towards it, and that could mean. . . ]
Playing his hunch, Chachar turned his Seraph fighter around - just in time to see three frigates and a carrier drop out of slip space. All of which were Covenant forces.
-EARTH {Marines}-
"Master Chief has stolen a Covenant ship it to try and find the Covenant home planet," reported Lieutenant Aegis Hernandez to his men, "And he's left us to hold the fort. That means we need to wipe out every last covenant sonuvabitch we can find. Now move out!"
The marines ran up a hill, finding a dead gold-armored Elite, but no weapons around it. They would have assumed a Grunt had stolen the plasma sword, but there were no Grunt tracks. All they could see were large oval imprints in the ground. They decided to follow them, because, as Lieutenant Hernandez put it, "the enemy of my enemy is my friend. A golden Elite is one of my worst enemies, so whoever took it out will soon be one of my best friends."
After some time following the tracks, they came upon the end of a battle. Two figures, both well over six feet tall, were battling an entire covenant platoon. . .and winning. One of them, wielding a plasma sword and Jackal shield, swiftly eviscerated, bisected, and otherwise slaughtered the nearest covenant warriors, while the other one was busy throwing a hunter shield at a group of Grunts, and then crushing an Elite's head with one hand, the other hand occupied by a Fuel Rod cannon. Suddenly, a Grunt's torso exploded outward as if from a close-range shotgun burst, but there was no-one behind him to have taken the shot. Things continued this way for the next ten minutes, with the marines to awed to even think of offering assistance.
After the battle, Hernandez signaled that his platoon get into firing squad position and finally spoke up: "Identify yourselves immediately, or be fired upon!"
The figure with the sword looked up with obvious surprise. "I am Petty Officer Craig." He gestured to the other figure. "This is Special Operative William, and this-" At this point, he gestured into empty space. "This is Stealth Operative Shawn. We are part of the SPARTAN III program."