User:Ebon Shadowshot/Halo: Desolation

Cast

 * Thel 'Vadam
 * Rola 'Vadam, Protagonist
 * Stel 'Vadam, Protagonist
 * Ral 'Daman, Protagonist
 * Members of Task Force 343, supporting Protagonists
 * Members of Blade Squad
 * Todd Richstofer
 * Thomas Burke
 * Bobby Ellison
 * Others, unnamed as of yet
 * Tir-D-yar, Antagonist
 * Lady Sintharia, Antagonist
 * Yormus, Main Antagonist
 * Rifolar
 * Grand Ambassador Kilfor

Prolouge
'''//30th November 2559 (UNSC Military Calender). 2nd Age of Redemption (Sangheili Military Calender). Sanghelios, in the state of Vadam.//'''

Two Energy Swords clashed, sending sparks across onto the ground. One Sangheili parried an oncoming swing from the other, and he retaliated with his own sword. The second Elite rolled out of the way, the sword stabbing the dull, dry soil. The dirt went onto the first Elite's armour, who clashed with the others. The adrenaline in the second Elite broke free of it's dormancy and fueled the strength of it's owner. The Second Elite and the first both lunged at eachover, hitting eachover's swords head on. The first elite backflipped away from the next strike, while the second charged. The first elite ducked under the attack and performed a mighty tackle while the second elite's guard was down. The first elite stepped on the second elite's hand, releasing the second elite's grip on the sword. The first elite pointed his sword down, with it an inch away from the second's chest. The first elite smiled and offered his hand, the second grabbed it and was lifted back onto his hooves. "That was a mighty duel, Ral. You almost had me," Stel 'Vadam chuckled.

"True Stel, true," Ral 'Daman lightly spoke.

Stel opened the wooden gate, which creaked as it turned. The sun soared in the skies of Sanghelios, and it's rays sliced at the Sangheili's backs like a barbed whip. Ral and Stel quickly ascended the stairs and back into the building. Rola 'Vadam sat inside reading the Daily Sermon, the popular newspaper in the state of Vadam. "Rola, did you see the fight?" Ral said sitting down. Ral smelled repulsive, and Rola already knew it was the smell of adrenaline. "I am sure he didn't," Stel said grabbing a small container of Plasma Cola.

Rola shrugged, putting his newspaper aside. Rola's robes were a sandpaper brown in colour with some minor details of crimson red on it. Rola stood up, Stel chucked a can of Plasma Cola, which Rola immediatley catched.

"Well, atleast your reflexes haven't been effected by your lack of conflict in the past weeks," Stel said with a grin on his mandibles.

Rola opened the can and drank a large gulp of the liquid down. "I haven't been in conflict because of my lack of need to. There aren't any missions any time soon, and I only train as much as I have to," Rola spoke typing in something on the metalic table.

A hologram of the planet of Azather appeared, "Stel, as you know I will be departing for Azather in the near future."

"Yes, you inform me everytime we enter conversation," Stel replied.

"Yes well, I have learned that I may run into some trouble on the planet; I may require you and the 343's assistance," Rola explained.

"The 343? Finally, a battle to fight!" Stel said smirking.

Hostile Welcoming
'''//1stDecember 2559 (UNSC Military Calender). 2nd Age of Redemption (Sangheili Military Calender). Onboard the Relentless Massacre near Azather.//'''