User:Rollersox/Halo: Lightning Storm

"People used to say to me: thunder comes after lightning, lightning comes before thunder. They were wrong."

- Codename: BANE

"Nothing leaves the jakaton alive. Not even fifty pairs of Hunters."

- Kaidon Atoro 'Ladalee

Prologue
Classified date, area, time Kaidon Atoro 'Ladalee stood in front of the dead Demon, his two energy swords raised up high. One of the Demons--defeated. One of the heretics: killed.

Though the heretic Demon had fought bravely, valiantly, killing up to five hundred before death, he had died in the end, and only weaklings died. Only weaklings died in the face of death itself. Atoro began to leave the swampish murkland, deactivating both energy blades, tossing one to another weaponless Sangheili ally.

A human dropship rocketed over, and Atoro snarled. "Move out, my fellow soldiers. We must not let the Human transport escape!" Atoro splashed noisily through the water, wrenching out a Type-51 semi-automatic "Carbine." A trio of Unggoy--two carrying heavy fuel rod guns and the last carrying a plasma pistol and a needler--waddled silently with Atoro, weapons out. A quiet splash flicked murky swampy water onto Atoro's face.

He looked through the T51's scope, and observed the area, making sure no Demons or puny humans of any kind were hiding anywhere near.

The Kaidon nodded a pair of Sangheili Majors forward, and they glided like silent spectre-ghosts into the mist, their plasma weaponry extended in front of them and at the ready. Two silent gunshots felled the two Majors, dropping them like rats killed by rat poison. Atoro grinned devilishly, and he fixed the T51 rifle's scope upon the heretics' position.

He never pulled the weapon's trigger, as suddenly the Unggoy exploded with fear, firing their heavy weapons all around. Green energy packs burst from their fuel rod weapons and Atoro, cursing under his breath, kicked an Unggoy heavy-weapons specialist aside.