this is a short halo story i made in like 15 minutes. jul is a elite. adam/116 is a spartan 2 stationed on reach after the events of halo: reach. tori is a multiversal traveler who has been recently helping 116. i do a lot of writing and i promise im better then this XD
halo, bungie, and 343 for the world [and background] and me for the characters story is down here. jul stood over looking the land. he clicked his mandibles together as the floating human talked with her spartan friends. he knew that sparten. he even had his own name among the resistance of reach. the daemon. "well, daemon," he shuddered at the word that had for so long struck fear in his heart. "it seems we will get another chance to face each other. "his mandibles clicked again. he activated his camo and walked toward them, three finger hand on his energy swords hilt. he remembered their last meeting well. the spartan had stumbled on their camp. he knew there was some resisters. a elite, jul's brother, was out side, holding a spartan helmet, examining it. the spartan spotted it. and a fire began in his mind. the spartan, no, the daemon, shot sol down. jul's brother. gone. they used to play games together as hatchlings. now he was gone. jul heard the shot. he drove his ghost to the location in a hurry. upon finding his brother, murdered in cold blood, he was enraged. the daemon just stood there, looking at the helmet. "... im sorry 6, sorry i let you down." he mumbled. jul watched the spartan, eyes blazing with unholy light. a blue light was cast on the ground as jul ignited his sword. "you are honerless, daemon," he said in broken english "to strike down a warrior when he is unaware." the spartan looked at him, then pulled out his rifle, a Br75. hatred flowed through jul's veins as the two faced each other. the others inside the camp watched in fright. this was the daemon they feared, the one that wiped the covenant clean off of reach, and here he was in front of them. tori was in the background watching in horror. jul lunged, but was no match for the spartans speed. the daemon dodged, yanked his combat knife out of its sheath, and clambered onto jul's back. if the spartan had tried, he could have ended it all right there. but jul was smart, he twisted his top half, throwing the daemon off. he landed with a thud, looking up just in time for an energy sword. tori screamed his name. the spartan went limp as the sword went clean through his armor and shields. but he was no quitter. jul was kicked off his feet in a instant, as the daemon stood, refusing to die. the spartan tore the sword out of his chest, tossing it to the side. he coughed up blood, but didn't seem to notice. with a thud, his helmet landed next to the elite. jul lay in the dust, waiting for the spartan to finish the job. and he did. the spartan was used to training with a punching bag, but out on the field, an elite works two. jul was hung by his hands on the gate of the camp, iron spikes holding him there. and the daemon threw his punches. jul's bones weren't made for this. he lost two mandibles in one shot, three ribs. his skull was fractured by another. and that was that. the spartan stared at the broken alien. then he turned around, picked up the helmet and left. leaving his helm behind. jul recovered after around a year. and he swore to kill the daemon, one day. the memory faded when he neared the group. [finished for now.]
