User:D1134/Rama 'Setum



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Message to Sangheili
To all surviving Sangheili, this is the councilor Rama 'Setumee, now known as Rama 'Setum. I have taken command of the First Fleet of Righteous Fury and am declaring that all who receive this message converge on the traitorous Jiralhanae homeworld of Doisac.

I known that many of you will find this hard to believe, so I choose my words carefully. Many of you believe this to be a Jiralhanae rebellion, but in truth it is far worse. We have been betrayed not only by the Brutes, but by the entire Covenant. That is right, my brothers, our people have been slaughtered by command from the most "noble" Prophet of Truth. Let me tell you my story.

When I heard that a new sacred ring was found, I rejoiced and set my carrier for High Charity at once. When I arrived, I decided that I would speak with some of my brothers in the city before I joined my peers on the sacred ring. Not long after I docked, the Great Schism began. My Light of Sanghelios guards and I were beset by a dozen brutes and their minions. We found ourselves being pushed back into the Mausoleum of the Arbiter. In the presence of those great warriors, I felt greater power than ever. I led a massive charge of all of the other Sangheili in the room, and we fought our way our ships. I found my ship still defended by my faithful Mgalekgolo pair still defending my ship along side my second in command, Glew' Bruceal and several Unggoy and Sangheili. My brothers and I boarded the  Fist and left High Charity.

Not long after word, I came across the First Fleet of Righteous Fury and the Arbiter with several humans. We met up with several human ships who took their people and the Arbiter back to their homeworld, the now insignificant little planet called Earth. I then gave command of the ship Shadow of Intent to Rtas 'Vadum and bid him to purse a small flood ship that had escaped High Charity.

Now that the humans are our allies and Truth is dead, I say we should take the fight to the Brutes. Let us burn their homeworld like so many of the human worlds we falsely accused of heresy. The Brutes shall pay for their treachery with their lives! I will not stop until all Brutes are ash and their homeworld is a glittering sphere of obsidian! Fight with me my brothers! In the memory of all who were lost to our enemies treachery!

=My History= As a young Sangheili, I remember my father telling me one thing before he went off to fight on the human planet Harvest. "Never trust a Jiralhanae son, for there will one day be blood between us." That was the last I ever heard of him. He was killed, brought down by the humans called Spartan Group Omega.

Thus I grew up for many years with my older brother, Quen' Weeonm, as the father figure in my life, until he was old enough to join up. I was then left to care for my mother and younger sister, Eaite' Hacam.

As soon as I was of age, I enlisted and was quickly promoted to the rank of Major Elite Domo, because of the prestige my father had, as well as my skill with a plasma rifle. I participated in many skirmishes, I became an Ultra after saving a prophet's life. As is custom, I recieved my Energy Sword. I now always carry this one around with me, and when entering combat, will bring my fathers sword as well. After fighting against the humans, I managed to, with much difficulty, kill one of their renown Spartans. Though I may never know if he (for he was male when I removed his helmet. I still have it, although I expect that the humans will want it back now.) was one of the Omega Spartans, I felt as though my bloodlust for revenge had been appeased. This action gained me the rank of Zealot, more specifically a Ship Master of my current flagship, the Fist of Sanghelios, as part of the Fleet of Particular Justice. With this powerful rank, I soon realized just how much the Jiralhanae had been infecting the Covenant military, and I quickly understood how my father's warning, or maybe prophecy, was beginning to come true. I began to gather a group of like-minded Sangheili, an unsurprisingly large group.

After a few more years, I gained the title of Fleet Master when I was given command of seven CCS-Battlecruisers to attack a small, under-defended planet. Or so we thought. When we arrived, we found that several human ships were in orbit, a MAC cannon that they are so fond of, as well as many thousands of their Marines. Well armed Marines. I almost immediately ordered my ships to open fire with energy projectors, to stay of of the cannons range while I sent a report back to the fleet, telling them of our situation. They promised to send aid, but I knew that they were too far away to help in time. The human ships advanced, and it soon became clear that there where several more than we had originally thought. There had to have been dozens. We later learned that they were a battle group that intended to launch into Covenant space. The battle was bloody, we lost 4 ships, but we managed to disable or destroy most of their ships, with the rest retreating. I then ordered my ships to attack the MAC cannon. I had studied their weaknesses, the main one was they were slow to maneuver and aim. My CSSs advanced from one side, and once the cannon was aiming at them, the Fist came in and opened fire. The station was soon destroyed, and I did not lose another ship. However, the 4 ships I had lost were enough to anger me so much that, without even launching an invasion first, I just glassed the entire planet.

Not too long after the planet was destroyed, the reinforcements arrived, including the then Supreme Commander of the Fleet of Particular Justice, the current Arbiter. He was highly impressed with my actions, and, with his and many councilors support, as well as that of Imperial Warlord Xytan 'Jar Wattinree, I quickly found myself sitting on the council.

A few days later, my brother, now a Field Master, was killed in a joint Sangheili-Jiralhanae mission by Brute "friendly fire". I now believe that the Prophets were trying to remove as much Sangheili leadership as possible after I heard that many other commanders suffered a similar fate.

Only a few months after my brothers death, I found my old friend, the Supreme Commander standing before us, on trial for heresy. I argued as best I could in his defense, but to no avail. I heard the ruling to have him branded with the Mark of Shame, and then executed, and my stomach dropped. Thus, I rejoiced when I heard that he had been given a second chance to prove himself as the Arbiter. I knew that he was not likely to survive, but at least he could die with honor. Little did I know that this might have been the most significant event in our history.

Not long after the Human-Covenant War ended, I received word that my mother and sister had been killed by a Brute Chieftain on a colony world. I now am the last of my family, along with my primary mate, Eyle 'Nahom, and we now live primarily on Sanghelios or with my fleet.

Miscellaneous
I am a good friend of the Arbiter and Rtas 'Vadum, as well as Imperial Warlord Xytan, although he was presumed killed when Joyous Exultation was destroyed, along with a large portion of our fleet. I also invented an enhanced version of the Councilor's armor, giving it stronger shields and an Active Camouflage in exchange for the light weight of the regular armor.

Allies
Any human, fellow Sangheili, Separatist Grunts or Legeko may sign below.

Glory.-Zulu Waa
 * Vode an, ka'rta tor. Kote. Brothers all, one heart of justice.


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