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Stranger Places Part IIn the Urs Star System, above the planet Sanghelios atmosphere, homeworld the proud Sangheili race. Docked next to the Swords of Sanghelios space station, the repurposed yellow-colored SDV-Class heavy corvette named “Engaging Discovery” unloads its supplies onto the entry bay of the space station. Inside the docking bay of the space station, along came a white armored Sangheili fleet master named Rtas Vadum, followed by two Sangheili honor guardsman with energy staves and each one guards the corresponding side of the fleet master. The elite fleet master crosses his arms behind him, standing tall and proud as he watches Engaging Discovery’s gravity beam. He sees the silhouettes a group of ten type-29 shadows though they no longer are armed with shade turrets. The shadows go down from the corvette to the landing zone of the space station. Rtas clears his throat and walks towards the landing zone, he steps beside a Sangheili cargo manager overlooking a datapad. “I
Halo The Chosen: Chapter 8Chapter 8: Fool Hearty
Location: Main Ice chamber
It had been many hours since Chackrol’s last beating and in that time the cold and his injuries had stiffened his battered, aching body. It was hard to breathe, as his breath would get painfully stuck in his chest whenever he tried to inhale too deep. They must have broken or fractured a few of his ribs and the fleshy side of his face was so swollen to a point it forced his eye shut. Good thing the other side of his face was mostly made of metal so that wasn’t as damaged, not that it mattered.
But my oh my, did he feel like a busted ripe fruit, he couldn’t even remember when he last ate, in fact he couldn’t remember what day it was. He hoped he didn’t have lasting brain damage. At least the ice wall he was clamped to numbed his aching body, though even that was starting to hurt, stabbing his dulled senses with microscopic needles.
“Why won’t they just k
Starry Night: Black District (Part 1)New Mombasa, Kenya
Earth, Sol System
October 20, 2552
Dusk. There was something majestic about its light, the intensity of a sun resting upon the horizon, arching its rays overhead, distracting the eye from the impending blanket of darkness on the surface. Even with Kenya’s thick shade of orange, it reminded me of the way Beta Centauri’s double-sun created a soft lavender that met with a deep blue over the Voutean sky before dark. It reminded me of home…and of the very real possibility of losing it.
Someone called my name, bringing me back to the fight against that reality. “Krone.” I ignored it to make time for myself as I caught up on checking the perimeter. Lousy mistake, I knew, but having been dropped into an active combat zone since noon, a little daydream was sure to carry me a long way.
A figure appeared past my shoulder, clad in black with a faceless blue stare just like me. “Hey, Mike.”
The voice belonged to Private First Class Ethan
Starry Night: Disappearing Act (Part 3)
They came in twos, one after the other, waddling through the doorway and into the pitch black corridor, an emergency light glowing a sickly red at the far end, casting their silhouettes in my VISR. They tilted their heads upward, sniffing the air through their hard cover methan rebreathers. Hoping I had the time, I leaned down and sucked in my gut with a swift and seamless motion for the apartment door. Back again, old friend, I thought while stepping over the dead Major and returning to the balcony.
Avoiding detection was foremost. Despite being one of the ugliest and zealously ferocious beings that the Covenant had to throw at us--in great numbers, God forbid--Grunts didn't scare me. I was confident I could have dropped both of them without making a sound, but even silent violence had a cost. They had to check in to someone, and that said I was better off leaving them alone.
I got as far as bracing my hand to the railing and bending my knees, preparing for a jump, when my thread dete
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