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Through Your Enemies Eyes, part 1 Author's notes- I have the idea that all the Elites names would be after classical Roman, Greek and Persian names. Example, Darius, Ceaser, Pompey, Socrates, etc... Their world was spinning perfectly, a dark yet vibrant violet gem in the sea of space. Stretching infinitely around the planet tucked safely around its infinity, the stars being its nightlights of the universe. Surface-side... Darius craned his neck forward, muscles rippling slightly. He could've sworn he saw a bright flare before the imaged darkened and was once again concealed against the inky backdrop of the sky. He turned and removed himself from the view port panel. The transport ship gently rocked under the minor turbulence. Dar, as his friends called him, was an Elite. The most feared and respected of the Covenant. All Elites were roughly 8.6 or 2.5 meters tall. Smooth and yet heavily resilient, their skin was toned a light blue. They were bipedal and were three-toed, and had four fingers on their hands. Also, their bone density was roughly 3.7 times that of a human male. All in all, they were not to be screwed with. Dar continued to watch the skies a few more moments before turning his back to the view panel. He could clearly see in the dark that Ceaser was mediating against the bulkhead. His eyes were coupled with pride and honor. He leaned to the left and could see Crassius's toying with his plasma saber. Crassius was his commander, a golden armored Elite of the Fourth Division. Golden armored Elites were known as the Lord Protectors of the Covenant. Finally, Crassius put de-ignited his saber and hooked it back to its holster. Pompey and Tiberius were both standing adjacent to the pilot's compartment. Both wore the silver-white armor of the Knight Protectors. Each had their Plasma saber and Plasma rifle. They also had their own thermal optical cloaks. The cloak, which was a small blue orb with a small-magnetized shield, was integrated directly into their armor. They were rendered invisible to all but the most learned of eyes. The orb deflected the light around them, to go undisturbed around the Elite's mass. Darius himself was a Perfect Protector, though of the same cast as that of Pompey and Tiberius. He wore the black-silver armor of Special Operation Elites, the second only to Lord Protectors. He was skilled in the art of the saber as well as the rifle. He was originally a Warrior, of the Soldier cast. He made his way up to the rank of Commander Guardian, of the crimson armor and then politely refused the offer from the Assassin Cast to join the Protector Guild. Telinus and Pompey were of the Guardian Cast and stood silently as rigid statues guarding the only entryway to the cockpit. Within the pilot's chamber sat Octavian, busily keeping the personal transport aloft. His white armor reflecting the holo panels in front his armor. He noticed that a spec was appearing from his left. He scanned the skies with his eyes and saw it. A human missile was a soaring image toward them. And then it was too late to see anything any more. Fire danced in front of him and he frantically tried to keep the transport aloft in the sky. Through Your Enemies Eyes, part 2 Watching Fate flow down the path that we have choose The electric tendrils danced all around Octavian, within the cramped cockpit. Debris obstructed his view and fire singed his skin. A with a final flash of light, the pilot lost focus and the transport quickly angled itself toward the ground of Byzantine IV. The earth shattering bellow that followed announced its foreign arrival to the planet. It left a plod of earth behind it; all, which was roughly on, fire still. Dirt and metal-alloys were strewed around the transport. Amazingly, most hands survived the crash landing of the pilot. Octavian was slumped against the bulkhead that partially remained aboard the ship. And a few other Elites remained silent, their blood slowly forming azure pools beneath their forever-comatose bodies. Darius's eyes slowly opened to a glowing, vibrant world around. He groaned in pain as he tried to lift his left arm, but it was pinned beneath several broken off parts of the bulkhead. He couldn't risk activating his plasma saber, his shield would be knocked off for only a fraction of a moment but it would be enough that the bulkhead would crush his hand. Pompey slowly regained his bearings and reached for his saber, after noticing the dire situation which Darius and several other Elites were situated in. It was a vibrant blue in color; he brought the blade expertly down toward the debris and cut through it easily. Darius was able to roll away from the downed bulkhead and ignited his own saber. And together, working in unison they lifted the survivors out of the downed transport, Telinus praying to the gods that he would survive the cowardly attack by the human scum. Caeser groaned inwardly, humans were nothing to be feared expect for the ones within the black-clad armor and the one's under the alias of Spartan. Crassius regained conscious a few hours following the seizure of the personnel aboard the transport. All in all, Crassius, Caeser, Telinus, Pompey, Darius, Octavian, and Tiberius all survived the command transports crash. Several other Covenant transports made it safely to the ground despite severe or critical damage inflicted by the humans. Within a day, all of the downed Covenant personnel formed up together. Large forces to humans but still small in comparison to most other task forces. Nearly a thousand grunts, several hundred Jackals and nearly three hundred Elites and several dozen Hunters. Besides the Elites on the command transport, all the other Elites were of Soldier and Warrior casts, crimson and azure armored Elites. They immediately began allocating squads to each Elite and the higher rank warriors were given Hunters as their heavy artillery. Darius sighed; he was in-charge of Crassius personnel regiment. Three dozen highly trained silver/white-armored Elites filed in, totaling 38. He had two other co-officers' with him, Caeser and Pompey. He looked at the twinkling night sky of Byzantine IV, seeing the molten blasts of Covenant cruisers and destroyers, fighting their human counter-parts within the inky backdrop. Blue and golden plasma hurling toward their enemies burning them with the cleansing power of fire given to them by the so-called "Gods", stated by the Prophets. What was the purpose of this war wondered Darius? Did it really have a point to it? Humans had done nothing to incite any aggression toward Covenant grounds or territories. But the Prophets believed that the humans had incited the rage of the gods by simply existing. They tainted everything and were a sin to all that was holy. But there was nothing to do; the younger generations of the conglomeration of the Covenant, Grunts, Jackals, Elites and Hunters were brainwashed into following the will of the prophets and destruction of anything else. |
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