The Spartan soldier walked down the confined, iron corridors of The Pillar of Autumn, his shoulders set at an angle and his assault rifle’s prow aimed into the dark recesses. What was once a well-lit hallway which led to the barracks was now a blackened fog of smoke and ash – destruction plastered on the walls and charred human remains on the floor.
This was the residue of the Covenant. They had come this way.
Trained since the age of five to six without hesitation, the super soldier did not give into trepidation or fear. He moved forward – slowly, silently and methodically, his eyes penetrating the fuming mist as a hunter would his prey.
There was something nearby; he could sense it. Something familiar.
As he came to a part in the smoke, his eyes trained on a shadowy figure. Pushing forward ever so slightly, this figure came into full view.
At nearly three meters tall and enmeshed in crimson armor, the Elite Major was the highest-ranking military operator involved in the boarding action against the Autumn. These creatures, by their own name Sangheili, were elegant and noble beasts – the military leaders of the Covenant. The aliens walked on haunches that ended in large hooves and their stooped muscular bodies were covered in a scaly flesh offering the look and scent of a reptile. Their arms were long and came to an end with four ambidextrous and tapered fingers, capable of wrapping tightly around their deadly Covenant weaponry with deft ease. Their heads were flat, with two pairs of mandibles covering their guttural vocal passages. They had keen yet hollow eyes, resembling those of a shark’s. This comparison didn’t end there, as it was clear that they had been the result of millions of years of evolution leading them to a path of predatory superiority on their planet, Sanghelios.
This one, of course, was far different than his barbaric ancestors. His gait implied a haughty certainty, a strategically sophisticated role as the Covenant’s iron heart and fist. Apart from their leaders, the Prophets, the Elites were the leaders of the Covenant and they had proven as much, over the years of war with humanity.
This was a perfectly-crafted enemy – the very definition of a worthy opponent.
This was Sangheili.