Halo: Fault Lines (TPF)

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Prologue
“Wait, I wish to see what this demon does.”

A lance of Sangheili positioned themselves away from the body of a dead SPARTAN in an attempt to lure out the other one. First Blade Officer Syra ‘Losumai looked on after he slew his second SPARTAN as a Silent Shadow member, he hoped to bring that number up again with the lone survivor who remained.

The SPARTAN hunting lance arrived not too long ago after hearing about sabotage on a frontier world close to human space. Noticing the SPARTANs, the Silent Shadows prepared themselves for hunting down the two trespassers. Syra ‘Losumai was known as a renowned blademaster among his group, who commanded his troops from the front.

“Target in sight.” Syra turned to see the lone SPARTAN emerge from his hiding spot. “Allow me to make quick work of this demon.”

“Not yet. I wish to see what he does.” Syra watched as his second-in-command lowered the Type-50 Particle Beam Rifle. “You will wait for my command.”

Syra focused on the SPARTAN, watching the hand pull something from the body, metal beads with a piece of metal in its hand. The SPARTAN looked down at the body again and kneeled to place something on the chest of the armor.

“The demon will evade us.” Syra glared at his second-in-command. “We must act now.”

“No, we shall make this a fair hunt.” Syra stepped forward as his troops remained behind. “I wish to see what is in the bag.”

The demon disappeared back into the forest as he approached the body; he knew the gun that the demon had was not strong enough for one shot to kill him. As he got into the open, he saw the content of the bag.

“Bomb! Get back!” Syra turned as the bomb exploded.

His body slammed into a nearby tree, he grunted at the pain he felt and looked down to see he had all his limbs. After shaking his head, Syra watched as his second-in-command rushed to him.

“Brother!” He kept the sniper rifle in his hand. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, I am fine.”

Syra turned to look where the body was but saw nothing. The armor had blown all over the forest and the bits of the body were scattered as well. He concluded the demon gave its friend a warrior’s death, taking more of the enemy with them to the grave. But Syra lost his honor for this demon, a weak blow.

“Molon Labe, shitfucks!” Syra snapped his head to the sound of the voice.

“Hunt that demon down and bring me his head.” Syra stood up and ignited his energy sword. “I want that demon added to my collection.”

The Silent Shadow lance moved out in their hunting pattern in pursuit of the SPARTAN, Syra led at the front with a desire to kill the one who dared to blow him up. Each Sangheili of the lance moved with a determination to hunt down that lone SPARTAN, wanting to mark their name in history as a demon slayer.

Chapter One

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