Disclaimer: I do not own Halo, nor any of the Halo characters. I do, however own all the three ORs.

Author's Note: The OR has two languages, both belonging to a different group: Aulianas Mortis and his army speak -badly translated- Latin, and Darakathos's army speak an unnamed language, which seems clipped, and unusually short. This is because most of the language is subtle body movement, and tone. You may also notice that a large amount of words are written with no translation given. This is because I am trying to write this from each char's perspective, for example, a Titan would know what dakarys is, and would give as little explanation as we do the word donut. You might also note that they know certain references, such as 'what the hell.' This will be explained later. The Crour Titans have no language as they communicate semi-telepathically. And by beating one another over the head.

Pronunciation/translation:

Aulianas (Awl-Ee-ON-Us), "Titan Lord" or "trusted commander", usually accompanied by a subtle bow when spoken by anyone of a lesser 'rank'.

Darakathos (Dahra-KATH-Os), literally translated, means Blackfire, is my main OC for the OR.

Rakithas (RACK-Ith-Us), means Blade in the Night, and is Darakathos's assistant.

Anyway, sorry for the long note, on to the story!

Chapter I

Surprise!

Aulianas Darakathos, 'leader' of the Titans, gazed out into the void of space. He felt a little excited. He always felt excited in a war.

He turned away from the window of his flagship, the fortress-dreadnought Rakothan Darakathos. He dislike the name, which translated into Blade of Darakathos, but it was tradition to name the millenia-old vessel after the current Aulianas. Of course, they had never had another Aulianas, so he had his suspicions about that 'tradition.'

He walked down a path, sidestepping a Blood Golem swinging a sikgitas at his head, and drove his fist straight through the seal in the center of it's chest, dissolving it. He then continued on his way, ducking the shards of dakarys as he strode through a pack of Blackfire Golems and a swarm of Bloodfiends beating each other to hell and back. In the case of the Bloodfiends, that was a pretty bad pun.

He had to dodge 12 attacks, 8 Blood Golems, 5 swarms of Bloodfiends, 3 assassination attempts, and a partridge in a pear tree. He also had to destroy the Blood Golem who threw it at him.

And the war hadn't even started yet.

He was a bit distracted by planning how to find and beat the crazy little dakat who kept sending these Titan Crour troops to his stronghold, so he was a bit surprised when a pair of odd looking ships, one purple, the other grey, suddenly disengaged from Slipspace right outside the war room observatory window.

The Arbiter and the Master Chief were just as surprised to jump into an uncharted system, and see nothing but a giant stone wall on their bridge view-screens.

Sergeant Johnson said exactly what everyone was thinking. "What the f-"

He didn't get to finish his rather eloquent sentence, because at that exact moment the blood-crazed little dakat who had been teleporting Blood Golems and Bloodfiends into the Rakothan had decided to ambush the Aulianas in his war-room.

He was off by a couple hundred... thousand... okay, million miles.

He was drunk at the time.

He then panicked and the Syrassaaan, leader-tyrant of the Crour Titans, beheaded him for being incompetent. He then made a bad pun about losing his head, so the Syrassaaan beat him to a bloody pulp. It was bad enough that Symossi, the dakat in question, had already been killed, destroyed, reanimated, and killed again several dozen times. That week. By the Syrassaaan himself. Now he had to reattach his head and get his arm to bend the right way.

But the point is, the Master Chief, who was still rather surprised about the wall, found himself beating down a small army of large burly creatures, who looked, and smelled, like Brutes, but were made out of blood and had an odd symbol on their chests.

The Arbiter had the same problem, except for a small difference. He had an energy blade, and was surrounded by Elites, most of whom also had said blades.

Also, for some strange reason, Symossi had teleported a large amount of rabbits into the war-room of Aulianas Darakathos.

Darakathos sighed. "Why do they keep that moron around?"

Rakithas, his second in command, thought for a moment, recalling everything his informants had told him.

"That would be because Syrassaaan already killed all of the others for being incompetent."

"Well, what about that one, the one who pulled off that massive raid? You know, Syla something or other," Darakathos replied.

"Eh. Syras killed him for sleeping with his daughter."

Darakathos was silent for a moment. "Syras doesn't have a daughter."

"Since when have silly things like facts ever stopped Syras?"

Darakathos nodded his head. It was true, ever since Syras found the Crour artifact and split his faction off, he had been a little unbalanced.

Okay, so he was completely and totally nuts.

That is beside the point. Okay, so what if it is the point!

Meanwhile, the Arbiter had cleared his bridge of the Blood Golems, but John was having a bit more difficulty.

It might have helped that, while the Arbiter was surrounded by energy sword-wielding fanatics willing to die at his command, John wasn't nearly as lucky.

He was currently shouting at a marine for firing a rocket launcher at close quarters in a confined space, and somehow managing to miss. He then chucked a grenade into a Blood Golem and watched as it exploded.

"That is how you blow something up, marine."

Suddenly, the comms screen turned on to show a tall humanoid, in a cloak with a hood that left it's face hidden in shadow. It started speaking, but they couldn't make sense of a single word it was saying.

Is this thing on? You're sure? Well how the hell am I supp- Oh. Greetings, whomever the hell you are. I am Aulianas Darakathos. You have entered the territory of the Blackfire Titans. Be warned, we are at war with another group of Titans calling themselves Blood Titans. Pretty much, stay away, don't interfere, you have 3 days to back off before we start blowing you up, your insurance expires in a week, and are you sure you are completely happy with your long-distance provider. Seriously, how the hell are they supposed to know Kilanal!? Why don't I start speaking bloody Latin for crying out loud?

sigh, fine, Ill bloody try it.

"Abyssus. Ego sum Aulianas Darakathos. Quisnam es vos quod quare es vos hic? Quare es ullus nostrum hic? Quare sum Ego specto is laboro? Quare sum Ego etiam sermo si vos dont vel teneo quis Im sententia?"

John might not have known Latin, but a certain AI that traveled around in his helmet did.

"Abyssus. Ego sum molior Cortana. Nos puto ut is locus eram inhabitabilis. Nos apologize pro ullus trespass."

"What in the nine hells?!? You speak Latin?"

"You speak English?"

"Well. This is beginning to get... interesting"

Author's End Note: This one was a bit longer, as I attempted to make up for how short the previous chapter was. I also decided, as you may have noticed, that it just isn't worth it if I can't add humor. The ORs were meant to appear in a story I was going to post to fiction-press, but I decided to introduce them here. Please, review, and remember that this while this is my first time, you really shouldn't hold back. If I screwed up, I want to know, please. Oh, and flame if you want, but they'll just go to waste.

I also apologize for how badly the Latin is translated. I dont know Latin. I want to, but for now I have to run it through a translation website.