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[Deathsye]

Several Covenant grunts and elites littered the ground of a inner chamber of a Military base. Another wave of troops came in and looked around, "Where is the Demon?" A soldier in white armor walked out of the shadows, "Bout time you got here." He took out a pistol and popped off the 3 grunt surrounding the Yellow Elite. The Elite yelled and switched on his Plasma Blade. The Spartin chuckled and whipped out what seemed to be a handle he pressed a button and a large steel blade shot out of the handle. "Let's go big boy." The two charged at each other and locked their blades. "You look even uglier up close." he said. "Same to you Demon." The Elite force the White Armored spartin back and lunged at him. The Spartin whipped out a pistol and shot the Elite in the head. "Go to hell." The room around him melted and became a room with grids on all the surfaces.

"Good, very good, Spartin 1138." said a Female voice from the intercom. "Please call me Deathsye. I don't like being called a number." "You shouldn't call yourself Deathsye but whatever. Hey, and congratulations you are now a Combat ready soldier." Deathsye yelled with relief, "Finally... These simulations were getting boring." "Come out and we will celebrate." "You alway want a reason to celebrate." "So..." "You have a point." "Plus you hardly have a chance to take your helmet off it will be good for you to get some fresh air."

After the celebration Deathsye was approched by a High Ranked Officer, "So, Admiral, where would you be placing me on my first assignment?" The Admiral smirked, "Always to the point. In a few days you will be shipping off to Harvest one of the planets in the Beta Sector." "Also a planet-wide desert." "Don't worry about it. Your internal coolant should keep you cool. And you won't be going alone there will be several more Marines going with you." "Rookies?" "Yes, Of course you don't have room to talk." "I guess I have no choice I will take the Assignment." "Good. You will be taking the Judge Hammer to Harvest. Good Luck."

A few days later Deathsye was shipped onto the Judge Hammer and proceded to Harvest.

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Meanwhile on Harvest-

Xaldiin roamed the mobile land rover on the barren planet of Harvest. He was bored and walked around to find something to do. He stopped as he heard some people talking. He loved to ease drop on conversations. Now, two grunts were chatting about something.
"Did you hear? We are preparing for a battle, reports say that a Human is headed our way to harvest."
"So?"
"Intel says a Demon is onboard. He bears the looks of an angel, but he is a Demon deep down."
A white Spartan? Interesting color. Xaldiin was not religious, but he pretends to be, exploring the human worlds have led him away from the Prophet's lies about religion, he just fights. he learned that the 'Demons' where called Spartans, which helps when he plays Double Agent.
"Really? Scary..."
"Ya, they are sending the leader of CISMS to spy on them, your not supposed to know that, so don't tell anyone..."
Interested, Xaldiin turned the corner.
"Did someone call?"
The Grunts jumped and turned, when they saw Xaldiin, they saluted. "Sir!"
"At ease soldiers, get, shoo."
The grunts ran off. Zaldiin walked down another hall. "Xaldiin, sir."
Xaldiin turned to see a Jackal running towards him. "Xaldiin, commander G'teesha wants to see you."
So maybe those Grunts were telling the truth...
"Alright, I'm on my way."

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Xaldiin knocked on the door and a sharp "Come in" was heard. He entered the room to see the back of a chair. "Sir? You called?"
"Yes Xaldiin," the chair turned to reveal a female Elite, "I have."
"Uh, Commander Horeion, Ma'am!" He was surprised and quickley went to attention, Horeion was the CISMS' officer.
"At Ease Xaldiin. We need your expertise. We have had sightings on a Human Pelican coming to our location, sources say..."
"...Excuse me, ma'am, but I thought I was usually the "source"."
She laughed at the comment, "Ha, No, we need you for a better job. They say a Demon is onboard. A white one by the name of 1138. We want you to be disguised as a rugged cast away, pretending to be thrown into the Desert for a crime and left for dead. You are to pretend the crime was High Treason and Betrayal. Hopefully the humans pick you up. We want you to find when they start their attack and how many are aboard. Then eliminate the white Spartan anyway, and by any means nessicary. Clear?"
"Clear."
"You start right now."

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Ok there are 2 premade Characters the Spartin 1138 - Deathsye(me) and Xaldiin(whoever wants him)

Remember the Main RP Rule

No Godmodding.
No powerplaying without consent

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