Castor
Chapter 1: The Vitrix Defensive
'Vitrix.. What a shit hole' thought Castor Vel Torah. Castor, a young Endravo, only in his early adulthood at 17 years old. Castor wears a tannish brown robe to help repel the desert sands around and hopefully block out some of the three suns' heat. His turquoise-blue skin has become slightly faded after his hour and a half walk. His skin cracks and dries in the heat, his squid-like body trudging through the hot sand. His steps are slow and slightly weak. This scorching planet is a complete contrast to his underwater oasis of Exvillia, his home planet.
'I can't believe the Council sent me here on a "s
ROBOT (picture to come)
Home Planet: Earth
Average Lifespan: Begin having systematic failures around 130 years, usually decommissioned around 145 years.
Average Height: 4'8-6'10
Language: Human
Appearance: Usually of a titanium alloy, new models (created by other Robots) are occasionally made of Bronze or Iron-Aluminum alloy. War bots made of a newer alloy only known as Robotorium (developed by the Robots).
Average Career: Robot Manufacturer, War bot, or maintenance bot for ships.
Average Tech: Bullets, Rockets, Nuclear Weaponry
Race Statuses: No government (directed by humans, but few still on Earth), achieved self-sentience, still f
KRILLIAN (picture to come)
Home Planet: Vitrix
Average Lifespan: 183 years
Average Height: 6'4-7'2
Language: Krix
Appearance: Bug-like bipeds. They have antennas and mandibles and fold up wings. Their bodies are very thick skinned and are resistant to radiation. Usually found in gray, tan, or black colors. Occasionally a lighter tan-olive color. Krillian will almost always have a red, orange, or blue paint on them for distinguish-ability.
Average Career: Assassins, black market dealers, or smugglers. Also found as bodyguards for diplomats.
Average Tech: Plasma weaponry, 'Del Comprus' sniper rifle, Kanto Armor
Race Statuses: No leader
MITOFLURIAN (picture to come)
Home Planet: Mitos
Average Lifespan: 97 years
Average Height: 6'8-7'10
Language: Miton
Appearance: (imagine a snake man, but with 4 arms and a taller stature.) Usually green, red, black, or blue in color. Their snake bodies are normally solid colored with the rare chance of splotch or stripe pattern.
Average Career: Mercenary or naval soldier. Sometimes a soldier of the UFFH (United Front for the Freedom of Humans)
Average Tech: Vibroblades, Arc Weaponry, Veraxis Ship Drives
Race Statuses: Previously Monarchical now a Republic, not part of Council, sympathy towards Humans
Background: The Mitoflurians, ru
CORVAN (picture to come)
Home Planet: Corvus
Average Lifespan: 127 years
Average Height: 6'10-8'
Language: Corvan
Appearance: (imagine a reptilian centaur, except the horse body is replaced with a spider's including 8 legs and hair) Usually tan, red, or an olive green torso with a black or brown body.
Average Career: Soldier (usually foot soldier, occasionally naval)
Average Tech: Energy rounds, Photonic Devastators, Ship shields
Race Statuses: Empirical, military leaders of the Council, protect the Ark naval-wise, strong alliance with Krillian, respect Mitoflurians, enslaved Humans
Background: The Corvan are ruled by an empire. The
HUMAN (picture to come)
Home Planet: Earth
Average Lifespan: 132 years
Average Height: 6'2-7'
Language: Human (ends up being English with Spanish words thrown in)
Appearance: Humans... you know what they look like. :)
Average Career: If not enslaved, usually a smuggler or a soldier of the UFFH (United Front for the Freedom of Humans)
Average Tech: Bullets, nuclear weapons, robotic engineering
Race Statuses: Democratic Republic (UFFH is all that's left), enslaved by Corvan, created the Robots whom now control Earth with remaining Humans, not on Council
Background: Second lowest technological race in the universe. The humans colonized
The Few
Prologue Part 1
“It’s cold...” Snake whispered to himself from atop the large 150 floor building. “Any eyes on those infiltrators?”
“No sir, nothing.” responded a voice from the other end.
“Um, Snake, I’m getting a little chatter from the UNSC Paris-Class Frigate Under Harm’s Belt. Would you like me to transfer?” Asked another soldier.
“No, we need to focus on our mission at hand here, Josh.” Snake retorted.
“But Snake, you’re going to want to hear this” Josh insisted.
“Fine, put me through.”
“This is the Paris-Cla
The Few
"Alright men, let's do this swiftly. We move in, we move out, five minutes tops!" The leader of the division said, standing firm as his unforgiving voice gave out orders. "No screw ups. If we fail, those Covie bastards get to Reach." He said. The others that were receiving the orders didn't move. They knew the risks were high, they were merely too well disciplined to show any worry. "Now let's discuss what everyone's roles are in this assault." Their leader continued. "We'll have five Pelicans drop us off. Peterson. When we land, you and your squad start with a direct invasion straight to their front gates. You
Chapter 2: Reintroductions by trfrdavis, literature
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Grubbs started to yell and scream at the Covenant that were holding him prisoner. "Hey! You mother fucking pussies get the fuck back here! You fuckers killed him and I'm going to avenge him you Covie bastards!" He screamed. "Remember me because I'll sure as hell remember you. We'll get out and when we do, we'll kill every last one of you, just like we did in Vecxtsar!"
The Drone that was guarding their cell cocked its head then flew towards a group of Brutes. "Yea you better fly to your superiors you bitch!"
"Maybe you should be quiet about the attack on Vecxtsar," Lightning said, "they probably don't know about it."
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Chapter 3: A Council of Secrets
CHAPTER 3
"Karen, you there?" asked Lightning.
"Yes, Lightning," Karen answered, "did you need something?"
"I need you to get me the blueprints of this facility." Lightning said quietly.
"Actually, I already have them. That Elite, Nar'ik, told me to obtain them." Karen pointed out.
"Really?" asked Lightning.
"Yes, as surprising as it may be. He also told me to give you a message." Karen said.
"Okay," said Lightning, "what is it?"
She paused as she began the video message. A small hologram appeared on his visor. It showed Nar'ik holding a marine by the back of his neck. "Hello, Seth. The man I have here is a member of your sq