Note: This is the second part of the Halo/Wall.E 'Those who Fought' trailer and I do not own Halo or Wall.E

Now with the Human sides of Those Who Fought out of the way, here are the two from the Covenant.

Rtas Vadumee

The Sun beat down hard on the planet of Sanghelios, home world of the Sangheili Elites. The planet had many jungles scattered across the planet's surface, many of these being jungles dangerous swamps, though large areas of these had been cut down and made space for the Elites as their population and great villages grew. However, larger areas had now been removed to make space for landing zones for the Covenant's drop ships.

In one of the many landing zones, several large Covenant phantoms were parked, hovering several metres above the ground. The sides of the crafts were wide open and lowered down at an angle to the ground to allow the Elites to board them. Already, there were battalions of minor Elites, numbering twelve and were arranged in a square formation of four across and three down, with a major Elite or an Ultra Elite at their head. They were organising themselves or following 'stand to' and 'at the ready' orders before they were to board the phantoms.

Near one of the tall spire/oval shaped structures at the bottom right corner of the landing zone, a group of four Elites walked out of the building towards one of the phantoms parked nearby. Two of them were majors that were about 8.6ft tall with red armour that looked as though it were new as it shined in the morning sun. The other two Elites both had different colour armour on. One wore gold armour, his rank being a major. The other wore silver armour that shone in the sunlight, making it hard to look at him.

The golden Elite was known as Thel' Vadamee, a fleet commander in the Covenant. The other Elite was known as Rtas Vadumee, who another fleet commander though one rank lower than Vadamee. They were good friends and had aided each other many times in the past during their bids to become leaders of the Covenant army.

"Stand at the ready!" one of the nearby major Elites barked at his squad, making them stand upright, their backs straight, feet together and heads looking ahead, their weapons at the ready in their hands by their sides.

Vadumee let out a respectful humph.

"They are trained well," he said as he looked at the battalion of Elite minors. "They shall be useful in service in the Covenant."

"Indeed they shall, shipmaster," one of the major Elites in front of him and Vadamee replied. "They are some of our finest warriors from right across Sanghelios."

"Are they prepared to die for their cause as well?" Vadamee inquired.

"Yes, master Vadamee," the major answered.

The group reached the phantom and the two major Elites climbed on board. Vadamee went to climb on board as well but Vadumee stopped him.

"Why must you ask whether our noble warriors are ready to die for our cause?" he asked his friend, who turned to face him.

"Vadumee, we are part of the Covenant high fleet command," he replied. "And as leaders of Covenant fleets, you and I must make sure we are prepared with men who are willing to lay down their lives for our prophets,"

"I know that!" Vadumee replied. "But I cannot help but think we should at least have some condolences for our men, Thel. You and I know very well what happened with the Grunts and Brutes in the past,"

Vadamee grunted and looked down at the ground. The old uprisings of the past filled his mind like water filling up a tank, but instead of replying he turned and walked into the phantom, not glancing back at Vadumee, who sighed and followed his comrade into the craft.

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Vadumee was sitting in his hover chair in the bridge of the Covenant assault carrier Honourable. Ahead of him was the world of Takra, the main civilian planet of the Humans in this Sol. Vadumee took in the world's surface. It was night time from their direction and yet they could easily make out the many lights of the great cities scattered across the planet's surface. Even the moons themselves of Takra were colonized, revealing more lights that lit up the darkness of space around the planets.

Vadumee sighed and watched as the planet grew closer. Around his ship, there were forty other ships; all made up of assault carriers or CCS battle cruisers. They were ordered to smash through the orbital defences of Takra and land on the planet's surface. The Humans would most certainly send troops as reinforcements but the Covenant superiority in numbers and technology would easily be more than a match for the Human fleet.

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"ARGH!"

Vadumee staggered sideways as the black haired woman, dressed in a white bodysuit, jumped and slammed her foot sideways into his mouth. He growled as he stood up and glared at the woman.

"You will pay for that!" he growled.

"Then come and get me, split lip," she replied, reaching into her side pocket for her weapon.

Vadumee growled and quickly took out an activator. An energy sword shot out of the activator and he held it up. Blue volts of electricity crackled between the two blades that were more than powerful enough of cutting through skin and infantry armour, even that of a Hunter. The woman gulped in fear, despite having her pistol in her hand. Despite the fact her weapon could fire projectiles from a distance and Vadumee's was better for hand to hand combat, he could easily swing it at her and, if he wanted to, cut her in two with just one swipe.

Vadumee growled and charged towards the woman, who dived sideways and fired a shot, lighting up Vadumee's armour. The Elite growled and charged towards her again, swinging his energy sword at her. This time, he had a bit more luck. The tip of one of the blades cut open her hand making her shout out in pain. Blood trickled from the wound and ran down her suit's sleeve, turning it a scarlet colour.

"You split lip freak!" she hissed as she grabbed her hand to try and stop the blood.

"That is only the first I will inflict on you!" Vadumee growled back.

He charged at her but just as he was about to strike, she ducked, narrowly avoiding having her head taken off, and swung her leg up at Vadumee's arm, hitting it and sending the energy sword flying into the air. Vadumee shouted out in pain and clasped his hand with his other hand. The woman saw her chance and jumped up and grabbed the energy sword with her uninjured hand. Just as she did, Vadumee threw himself into her, sending her crashing to the ground.

"Give me energy sword!" he growled.

The woman got up and backed away slightly as he stepped towards her, though she quickly stopped when she was by the edge of the cliff. She was trapped!

"I said give it to me!" Vadumee growled again.

The woman glared at him, filled with anger but fear as well.

"You want it?" she repeated, making Vadumee growl and clench his hands into fists. "Then come and take it you split lip bastard!"

That did it! Vadumee charged towards her, swinging his fist at her, but she ducked and moved past him and swung the energy sword up at Vadumee's face.

"AAAAARRRRRRGH!"

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Vadumee walked down the corridor of his ship towards the Honourable's bridge. He had a purple mark across the side of his face and his two mandibles on the left side of his face were missing.
That woman, an E.R member, had used his own energy sword against them. Oh, he enjoyed killing her afterwards, and he made her pay!

The energy door ahead of Vadumee opened to reveal the bridge and he walked into the room, moving towards his hover chair.

"Shipmaster!" one of the minor Elites exclaimed as he walked past towards one of the computer panels placed along the walls. "We are overjoyed you are al-" the Elite stopped dead when he saw his commander's injury on the side of his face. "What happened, ship-"

"That is of no importance!" Vadumee barked at the minor Elite, making him jump and promptly silencing him. "Get back to your station!"

The minor Elite nodded and quickly returned to the computer panel. Vadumee walked onto his hover chair and sat down, staring back out into space as the fleet left Takra behind them.

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"It shall be done, holy prophet,"

The holographic image of the prophet Truth disappeared from in front of Vadumee. He sighed and pounded the armchair of his hover chair, growling in frustration.

That had been an insult! He was furious, absolutely furious! It was not fair!

His friend Vadamee had been given the order to find the Sacred Ring. It was not fair! He had not been the one that had destroyed Takra and neutralized the Human threat to the Covenant forces as they were invading Lupo. Vadamee had only destroyed several Human fleets over Tura, along with the Human forces on the planet itself. He had done part of the fighting, not allof it!

"It is not fair!" he grumbled to himself. "It is not fair!"

Follow Vadumee's story as he lives his life from the moment he was part of the Covenant to the beginning of a change of leadership between him and Vadamee.

"Their lives matter to me. Yours does not,"

"That makes two of us,"

Jupendorus

A tall and muscular Brute with a light blue helmet on his head was standing on a platform roof of the Elites Councillors hold, looking out over the great city of High Charity, admiring the view of the home world of the Covenant. Although on the outside he looked happy, on the inside he was angry. Just recently, the Elite fleet commander, Thel Vadamee, had failed on the Covenant's most important mission; to find and, once word had reached the prophets that the Humans had reached it, and protect the Sacred Ring.

He had failed, and as a result, the Ring was destroyed.

"Jupendorus," a voice said from behind him. He turned to see another Brute standing there. "Come, the prophets are about to interrogate Thel,"

Jupendorus smiled and followed his comrade towards the gravity lift near the back of the building's roof. He was hoping they would torture him for his heresy and failure to the Covenant.

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"Heretic! Heretic!"

Jupendorus watched as Tartarus, the Brute chieftain, led Thel down the pathway towards the end where it overlooked many C shaped curved walkways, which were almost filled to bursting with Covenant troops. Tartarus and his two Brutes stopped Thel at the end of the pathway. Jupendorus watched in amusement as they burned him with hovering cuffs, stripped him of his armour and he smiled even more when he saw the Mark of Shame spire appear next to Tartarus.

"There can be no greater heresy! Let him be an example to all who would break out Covenant!"

The Covenant along the pathway and on the C shaped walkways cheered loudly as Tartarus grabbed the spire and, with the burning end, thrust it onto Thel. Jupendorus almost felt like laughing as he watched Thel yell out loudly from the pain before Tartarus withdrew the spire and Thel passed out.

This time, Jupendorus did laugh, along with the other Covenant along the pathway and those on the walkways.

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"Have you not heard, holy prophet?"

"What?"

"We have found Earth, my prophet. We have found the Human home world."

Truth 'hmmed' satisfactorily as he ran his bony fingers over his the lumps of skin that hung from his chin.

So we have found Earth he thought appreciatively. At least Regret has done something useful for once.

"Jupendorus," Truth said after several moments. "Order your men onto the Prejudice. Tell Xytan to prepare his fleet to leave for departure to Earth."

"Yes, my prophet," Jupendorus replied, bowing before turning and hurrying out of the room.

"It is by order of the prophet, you are to prepare to leave for Earth."

"Jupendorus, order your men to prepare for the attack."

"Will they all be there, my prophet?"

"Yes. I will make sure of it,"

Follow the story of a Brute who prepared the massacre of hundreds of his fellow comrades on High Charity.

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Jupendorus marched down the enormous pathway that led towards the Elites Councillors hold, dressed in shiny, new red armour and carrying a Brute gravity hammer in his left hand.

Behind him, in square formations of twenty across and ten down, were Brutes. A long line of the square formations stretched on further than the eye could see, so much so it was as if they were appearing out of thin air within the mist that hung in the air above the pathway. Every one of them held a weapon, whether it was a plasma rifle, a Brute shot, a plasma cannon or a carbine or a plasma grenade. And they were all marching after Jupendorus to begin the massacre of many members of their fellow allied race within the Covenant.

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"The massacres are taking place wherever our forces are, my prophet. Not one of them will be left alive."

"Good, Jupendorus. However, I must inform you of the loss of Tartarus to the Arbiter,"

"What! I thought he had been taken care of, my prophet!"

"As did I. But no matter. For your bravery and the following or orders, I promote you as new Chieftain of the Brutes."

"T-thank you, my prophet,"

"Thank yourself, Jupendorus. You have earned the reward. Now, as your first mission as new Chieftain, I order you to find the Arbiter, look on Earth as that is where he may be going, do not ask why, and kill him!"

"Yes, my prophet,"