Halo: Reclamation

0700 hours/ 7.23.2549/

You will become the best we can make you, Doctor Cathrine Hasely's words echoed in Spartan Kyle-026's head. Sometimes he wondered if that was good enough, good enough to win.

He dived behind cover and sprayed a few grunts with fire from his MA5B assault rifle, sending them flying. He grabbed one of their plasma grenades and threw it at a nearby group of Jackals. They all scattered but the splash of plasma had hit all of them.

He needed to win, that was all that mattered. He remembered how he and his fellow Spartan IIs thought winning a game was above all else, like they were still kids. He wondered if that was what was driving him to succeed, not the enhancements in his body.

He saw a blue Elite up ahead so he took out his Prototype Mark 3 BR-55 battle Rifle. He fired the powerful, short controlled burst at the Elite's head. It began to stumble back from the shots when a high caliber bullet went through it's head.

Kyle looked to where the sniper shot came from. He noticed Spartan 268, Mark, lower his Sniper Rifle. Kyle smiled in his visor, he and Mark would always compare kills at the end. Jackass, Kyle thought.

To his right Spartan 142, Jane, fired her SMGs taking out multiple Grunts in a second. Kyle looked ahead, He found it hard to believe that 24 hours ago this peaceful mining colony known as Tornac IV. The Covenant had swiftly invaded the planet, the UNSC frigate Hope's Light, had been nearby the system at the time and had quickly responded to the call for help.

The Spartan Gold Team happened to be on that Frigate.

Kyle kicked down a Grunt and shot it once in the head with his Battle Rifle. Every muscle in his body suddenly screamed at him to move, he learned to always trust those reflexes. He dived to the right and sure enough the ground exploded right where he was a second ago.

He looked up and saw a Wraith 30 meters away. He knew it was still targeting him so he began to run back. He dashed in a zig zag fashion, his Mark IV armor wouldn't be able to take a hit from that Wraith even with his experimental shield generator.

He looked back in time to see a rocket hit the Wraith in the side. The explosion made the Wraith spin around and try to track its new target but another rocket had already hit it again in the front section, destroying the heavy assault vehicle.

Kyle looked to his left and saw the final member of Gold Team step out. Ian-012 stepped out, his M19 SSM Rocket Launcher now slung and his Battle Rifle in hand.

Kyle walked up to Ian and punched him in the shoulder, Gold Team's way of saying thanks.

Gold Team regrouped and held the Covenant off until evacuations were finished.

Gold Team eventually had to retreat back to the Hope, and watched as Tarnac IV was glassed from orbit. Kyle basically had to be dragged from the battle field and strapped into the pelican seat when the retreat was sounded.

Jane noticed Kyle staring out at the burning planet and walked beside him.

"It wasn't a loss" she said, as if reading his mind, "We saved alot of lives today"

Kyle grunted, "Kinda sad if thats considered a victory now a days" He said.

"We'll get'em next time" Jane said and walked away.

Next time I'm gonna kill every last one of them, Kyle thought and looked away from the glassed remains Tarnac IV.

Sangheilos/ 1300 Hours/ 9.7.2518/


The child life of a Sangheili was not an easy one. when a Sangheili reached the age of 5 they had to confirm they're first "real" kill. At the age of 6 they had their next test, making a weapon.

"A weapon is more than a tool one uses to smight their enemies" An old Sangheili teacher said to the young ones. The young Sangheili sat quietly, waiting for the old one to continue. "A weapon should be a simple extension of your arm, to be used without thinking to use it" He continued.

While the others listened intently, one young Sangheili stared at the rocky ground beneath him. He noticed a particular sharp rock and picked it up. When a Sangheili turned 6 it was tradition they made a weapon from scratch and hunted a small warthog like creature with powerful tusks that could easily rip a young Sangheili apart.

while the other young Sangheili eagerly worked on their weapons, one sat against a tree and began sharpening a piece of thick, strong bark with a sharp rock. While the other young Sangheili tested their weapons on small mammals and reptiles, the one just sat there sharpening his rocks.

Three days later all the young Sangheili were ready to use their weapons, save one young one that continued to sharpen his bark. The little Sangheili was mocked and laughed at by the others, but it was determined to finish it's work. Other older Sangheili walked by too.

"Some warrior that one turned out to be" One whispered to the other. The young Sangheili just ignored them all.

The next day it finally stood up. There was a very poisonos insect nearby. It was reconized by its yellow sac that hanged from its abdomen, it was filled with a strong poison.

It made its way towards the group of Sangheili. The young one with the sharpened branch stood motionless. The insect didn't seem to notice him and it was in the process of walking by.

Suddenly the young Sangheili lept onto the insect. it flailed about but the little one plunged the sharpened branch into the insects hard exoskeleton. The woooden dagger went right through and killed the insect instantly.

The other Sangheili watched amazed. The young Sangheili was not done, however. it then stuck the tip of the wooden dagger into the large yellow sac. A yellow vapor escaped the abdomen and the dagger was tipped with the powerful poison.

The young Sangheili looked around, observing the respect it had earned. One Particular Sangheili watched the young warrior show off his mighty weapon, he knodded and walked away.

Makulu VI/ 1200 hours/ 4.3.2543/

The Phantom hovered over the battle field, ready to deploy troops when needed. It got the signal, then moved towards a particular section in the battle. it activated it's gravity lift and a group of Unngoy and Sangheili jumped out.

Major Domo Soren 'Kairomee was the last to exit the Phantom.

As soon as his feet touched the ground he sprinted to the battle. While the Majority of Covenant focused on the Human forces on the planet, Major Soren 'Lunoamee was charged with leading a strike team and neutralizing a human labratory studying Covenant Technology.

Soren had no idea what the humans wanted to accomplish or why the Prophets had personally requested the labratory be destroyed and the stolen Tech retrieved.

He drew his plasma Rifles and charged into the base.

He had several Sangheili minors with him and a handful of Unngoy Majors. Soren found that the plan had worked, there were barely and human warriors in the large building.

Soren turned the first corner and noticed some sort of wire across the floor. He signalled the other Sangheili to watchout for it and he carefully stepped over. The other Sangheili did as well but the Unngoy had problems.

one of them tripped over their own feet onto the wire and an explosion went off. It was a small explosion similer to a grenade but it sent razor-sharp shrapnel into the poor Unngoy's body, killing it.

The other Unngoy carefully stepped over their friend's corpse and hurried to catch up with the Sangheili.

Soren stopped again when he heard foot steps, He readied his plasma rifles. As a human warrior turned the corner Soren bashed him in the face with the butt of his gun. The blow was hard enough to snap the human's neck and it fell to the floor.

Some of the Sangheili snarled at the corpse and continued, ready hunt down the rest of the humans.

Soren ‘Kairomee and his troops prepared themselves, they could hear human noises in the next room. Soren pointed at the door and an Unngoy moved up with a Fuel Rod. Soren made his hand into a fist and the green Unngoy fired 3 shots at the door.

In a brilliant flash of green the door exploded back. The Sangheili charged in and fired their Plasma Rifles, the humans were quick to respond. Soren guessed they were prepared for them, the bomb trap from before didn’t help.

Soren got behind a human desk and returned fire, most of the human weapons weren’t doing much damage at that range anyways.

Soren pointed to a minor and it activated a plasma grenade. It threw it with amazing accuracy as it stuck to a human’s shoulder. The human screamed as the grenade detonated, killing him and 3 others.

Soren leapt from his cover and took out the remaining soldiers with a wave of plasma rifle fire. Soren held up his hand and the fire ceased.

Soren looked around. It was obviously some sort of human laboratory, something was being studied here. He looked behind one of the cabinets, there was a human scientist curled up, hiding like a coward.

Soren grabbed the human by the neck and lifted him into the air.

“Where is the technology we seek?” Soren asked, tightening his grip.
“I don’t know what your talking about” The human said, gasping for air.

Soren dropped the human and signalled two minors to come over. They held the scientist down as Soren began to dismantle his Plasma Rifle. Most of the Sangheili looked away, technically this was heresy.

Soren began to pour the liquid plasma onto the scientist’s leg. It quickly ate through and the human screamed in pain.

“now tell us where the technology is” Soren asked again.
“Next room, secret lab” The human said, out of breath.

Soren nodded and poured the rest of the Plasma Rifle’s contents onto the human’s face. He walked hearing the human’s dieing screams into the next room. There was Covenant shield technology everywhere.

The tech was unsalvageable and Soren requested that the lab be glassed along with the rest of the planet.

Doisac/1800 hours/2532/

It started as a simple argument between Chieftains, Lycurgus watched as voices quickly began to rise. Two chieftains arguing over beliefs wasn’t uncommon on the Jiralhanae home world. However the time and place the argument was taking place is what got the attention of the other Jiralhanae. It was a rare event that only happened once 10 years, a meeting of the alpha packs.

It wasn’t even this important Jiralhanae meeting that attracted Lycurgus’s and all the other Jiralhanae attention, it was the Chieftain who were arguing. The current Chieftain of the Jiralhanae, Tantalus, was arguing with another Chieftain Lycurgus knew all to well, Tartarus.

The Jiralhanae in Tartarus’s pack seem to tower over the other Jiralhanae. They didn’t wear any power armour, They seemed to have been trained to rely on their natural thick hide and fur for protection.

Lycurgus watched as the argument rose to the point where teeth showed and threats flew.

“You have led our race too long, too long have you kept us all hidden in the dark” Tartarus accused.
“Beware Chieftain, you are walking down a dark path” Tantalus threatened
“I know my path, I know my destiny” Tartarus said.

And before Lycurgus knew what was happening the fighting began.

Tartarus smiled, his plan was working perfectly. He had spent years training his pack to perfection, now they spread fear into even the bravest of Chieftains. Now he had one last task, to kill this traitor that stood before him. Tartarus knew he had the advantage of strength, he was almost a full foot taller than Tantalus.
Despite that he discovered Tantalus was a good fighter.

Both Chieftains had slung their Gravity Hammers and engaged into hand to hand combat. Tartarus landed the first blow, making Tantalus stagger back. However he quickly recovered and leapt at Tartarus, punching him in the gut and head butting him in the nose. Tartarus felt warm blood fill in his nostrils. He punched Tantalus in the face, then grabbed his arm and threw him into a wall.

The bloody fight continued for the next ten minutes, but it seemed to take a life time to Lycurgus. Lycurgus had only the rank of Major, he had never seen anything like this. He watched as both Chieftains drew their spikers and continued to fight with the blades on the weapons.

Whenever the blades connected sparks erupted from the slashes. At first both seemed to be evenly matched, however the battle slowly began to tilt in Tartarus’s favour. As Tantalus began to slow down and resort to more sluggish blows. Tartarus, on the other hand, was delivering faster and heavier punches and slashes.

Finally, Tantalus was unable to parry one of Tartarus’s slashes and received a mortal cut to the chest. Tantalus fell to his knees and clutched his bleeding wound, Tartarus stood above him wearing a sinister grin.

“Long has your plan shrouded us all in darkness,” Tartarus told him, “Now I, Tartarus, Chieftain of the Jiralhanae, will light our path once more!”

Tartarus then grabbed Tantalus’s neck and raised the wounded Chieftain so that they were looking each other straight in the eyes. Tartarus pressed the spiker’s blade against Tantalus’s neck and quickly cut the Jiralhanae’s head from his body.

Lycurgus could smell the rising tension in the room, there was an eager musk in the air. Tartarus turned to the rest of the Jiralhanae and roared. Soon Lycurgus and all the other Jiralhanae in the room began to roar and howl as well, accepting their new leader.

/Sanctuary of the High Prophet of Regret, High Charity/1232 hours/26.2.2549/

The High Prophet of Regret watched as several Sangheili entered the room, his room. As he recalled, few ever entered a Hierarch’s personal chamber, and lived. However these were no ordinary Sangheili, they were much more significant. They were like his personal sword, they were his own personal soldiers. Each of them was hand picked by Regret himself to be part of this Spec Ops program. Unlike the original Special Forces program in which Sangheili and Unngoy went on high class missions for the Covenant, these were his.
Picking this group of Commandos wasn’t the difficult task Regret had predicted. What was difficult was finding someone who could lead the task force. Regret had spent entire cycles searching one who could lead them. The Sangheili he had recruited had been Major Domos and a few Ultras.
Finally, someone emerged.
The Sangheili had been in exile due to an argument with a higher ranking official. Regret guessed it was an Ultra because a Zealot probably would’ve had his head.
Formerly known as Major Domo Soren Kairomee, the Sangheili had something about him that made him worthy of the title.

Once Regret saw that each Sangheili had settled in he began to inform them of their next task.


Soren ‘Kairomee listened as the Holy Prophet explained their next task. He explained that he had received information on a human frigate containing valuable files, files the Prophets wanted. Soren wasn’t happy with this assignment, their skills were being wasted on something like this. He did however, agree this was for the better. His Sangheili hadn’t seen combat in too long, they needed to be sharp for when they were actually needed.

/Ship Bridge of Inevitable Slaughter/ 0200 hours/ 26.2.2549/

Lycurgus kneeled before his Chieftain. Several other high ranking Jiralhanae also remained kneeling before their Chieftain. The Chieftain himself, Pisistratus, stood there and praised his recent success during the battle of a human planet called Verboise VII. While it was really the Pack’s success Pisistratus liked to claim credit for his pack, all of it. It wasn’t Lycurgus’s place to argue with the Chieftain though, the result wouldn’t be worth the bother.

While Lycurgus held the rank of Captain Ultra, a successful rank for an average Jiralhanae, Lycurgus knew he deserved better. After seeing the battle between Tartarus and Tantalus, Lycurgus was determined to mark his name somewhere in the Jiralhanae Chronicles.

Even Lycurgus, however, was too pleased with Pack’s new ship to be angry over Pisistratus’s praises. The CCS-class Battlecruiser was one of the few Jiralhanae ships the was actually blessed by the Prophets. Pisistratus had dubbed the ship Inevitable Slaughter, a name that Lycurgus admitted was fitting.

After Pisistratus was finished he told his pack of their next mission on another human colony. The humans called it Crisis, and it had a strong human resistance. Several Jiralhanae howled with anticipation.

Pisistratus signalled a group of Unngoy to enter the bridge, bringing the pack’s feast for their victory.

Lycurgus and several other members of his squad moved into their armoury. Lycurgus grabbed a Brute Shot and a handful of Spike Grenades. He also has a Spiker holstered on his leg, he kept it handy just in case.

There were several other Jiralhanae in his squad. He recognized two Jiralhanae Captains and three Infantry Ultras.

Lycurgus and the others hopped into the many other Phantom drop ships. Lycurgus walked over to the pilot’s seat and watched as they dislodged from Inevitable Slaughter. As soon as the Phantom flew past the shield door it was sucked into the powerful vacuum of space. The pilot let the phantom drop without using power. Once it entered the planet’s atmosphere the drop ship’s engines power up and keep the phantom on course.

Lycurgus looked at the beginning stages of battle start as soon as the Humans noticed them. As expected they tried to shoot them down with some sort of anti-air gun, however it was obviously out dated and only managed to strike down one phantom before the others began to use evasive manoeuvres.

Lycurgus’s Phantom circled the new battle field before the Jiralhanae jumped into the anti gravity lift and engaged human ground forces.