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Stranger Places Part II After a full night rest at the Minister of Mistake's room, the internal clock of Vasa Losamai rings. She barely opens her eyes and sees the blurry image of Lona'sen Jamia's face in front of her eyes. The honor guardswoman blinks her eyes a few times as her vision clears up. Lona'sen mumbles undeterminable words as she holds Vasa by the butt-wait a minute butt!? Vasa looks at her backside and sees the three-fingered left hand of the prophetess holding on gently yet firmly onto the Sangheili woman's ass. She only prays that her hand wasn't touching Lona's chest. She slowly brings her head forward to Lona's breast and sees the silhouette of her four-fingered right hand underneath the San'shyuum's nightgown, placed firmly onto Lona'sen's left breast."Oh, gods..." Vasa mumbled as her cheeks flush a hard purple. "Father, I don't want to go to the council meeting it's boring..." Grumbled the Minister of Mistakes, as the prophetess moves her body to get comfortable. Vasa quickly removes
Stranger Places Part IIn the Urs Star System, above the planet Sanghelios atmosphere, homeworld the proud Sangheili race. Docked next to the Swords of Sanghelios space station, the repurposed yellow-colored SDV-Class heavy corvette named “Engaging Discovery” unloads its supplies onto the entry bay of the space station. Inside the docking bay of the space station, along came a white armored Sangheili fleet master named Rtas Vadum, followed by two Sangheili honor guardsman with energy staves and each one guards the corresponding side of the fleet master. The elite fleet master crosses his arms behind him, standing tall and proud as he watches Engaging Discovery’s gravity beam. He sees the silhouettes a group of ten type-29 shadows though they no longer are armed with shade turrets. The shadows go down from the corvette to the landing zone of the space station. Rtas clears his throat and walks towards the landing zone, he steps beside a Sangheili cargo manager overlooking a datapad. “I
Halo The Chosen: Chapter 8Chapter 8: Fool Hearty
Location: Main Ice chamber
It had been many hours since Chackrol’s last beating and in that time the cold and his injuries had stiffened his battered, aching body. It was hard to breathe, as his breath would get painfully stuck in his chest whenever he tried to inhale too deep. They must have broken or fractured a few of his ribs and the fleshy side of his face was so swollen to a point it forced his eye shut. Good thing the other side of his face was mostly made of metal so that wasn’t as damaged, not that it mattered.
But my oh my, did he feel like a busted ripe fruit, he couldn’t even remember when he last ate, in fact he couldn’t remember what day it was. He hoped he didn’t have lasting brain damage. At least the ice wall he was clamped to numbed his aching body, though even that was starting to hurt, stabbing his dulled senses with microscopic needles.
“Why won’t they just k
Starry Night: Black District (Part 1)New Mombasa, Kenya
Earth, Sol System
October 20, 2552
Dusk. There was something majestic about its light, the intensity of a sun resting upon the horizon, arching its rays overhead, distracting the eye from the impending blanket of darkness on the surface. Even with Kenya’s thick shade of orange, it reminded me of the way Beta Centauri’s double-sun created a soft lavender that met with a deep blue over the Voutean sky before dark. It reminded me of home…and of the very real possibility of losing it.
Someone called my name, bringing me back to the fight against that reality. “Krone.” I ignored it to make time for myself as I caught up on checking the perimeter. Lousy mistake, I knew, but having been dropped into an active combat zone since noon, a little daydream was sure to carry me a long way.
A figure appeared past my shoulder, clad in black with a faceless blue stare just like me. “Hey, Mike.”
The voice belonged to Private First Class Ethan
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