Note: This is the background for Decembrist's (aka Garet) and my Halo RPG characters.  If anyone else would avoid posting that would be appreciated.

He smiled as the lights within the shuttle glimmered off his black armor. He was one of the Prophets proudest legions of warriors. He was Rtuka 'Losafee, one of the special forces Elite, a minor one, but a special force Elite all the same.  Before him laid his squad, ten grunts in their own black armor. They breathed in their methane gas as they looked around the Spirit shuttle, Chaste Perseity. They had a weaponry assortment of needlers, plasma pistols, and one had a fuel rod cannon.  He also had three Jackals with him for sniping. It was an important mission according to the Prophet. Their group was to be an advance party to Reach, giving an advantage to the assault party that the Prophets were still preparing.

On the Chaste Perseity, two other Elites were in the ship, one piloting the shuttle, another briefing the grunts:

"So!" the SpecOps elite barked. "I am going to fill you in on your next mission. What you are after here is the demon leader. We will infiltrate into their base, and kill him. Coming back is optional. This will be a very dangerous, risky mission.  We are also joined by the Special Ops squad in the Bright Word."

Rtuka groaned. The other squad was the worst possible backup to have, considering marksmanship to be remembering which end of a rifle the plasma came out of. This was not going to be fun.

"Hey, grunt!" the elite next addressed Rtuka's lead Spec Ops grunt, Tatap, poking him annoyingly. "Is it true you breathe fart gas?"

Rtuka rolled his eyes. Why do these stupid Elites always ask them that? Damn humans, spreading lies again.

'Losafee interjected to rescued his best grunt's pride, "No. Methane is only a small component of farts, which is a chemical mixture created by the churning of your stomach."

The Elite stared at him blankly...

The shuttle lurched suddenly, causing many grunts to tumble over, and the two elites to grab for a rail on the top of the shuttle.  The pilot, a pure black-skinned elite, a sharp contrast to Rtuka's albino flesh, shouted to his passengers, "We're taking heavy fire, I am trying to engage evasive maneuvers.  Brace yourselves."

Just as he said those words, a sudden jerk shook the ship, sending one of the grunts flying to the back of the ship, dead upon contact with the cold metal.  Rtuka felt a tinge of sorrow, an unusual emotion for an elite, especially towards one of the lower species castes. Rtuka was often looked down upon by the Elites that didn't care if they had to sacrifice their squad to do complete their holy missions.

The Elite pilot scrambled out of the cockpit, which instantly let Rtuka know the situation... Crash

In an unusual gesture, Rtuka threw himself on top of as many protesting grunts as possible to keep them under control and preventing them from injuring themselves too severely.  Several seconds later, the entire ship shook as it scraped into the earth, the pavement of the city leaving a crumbled trail.

After only  twenty seconds, the Spirit class ship finished its rapid deceleration, and Rtuka quickly assumed an defensive position at the aft side of the ship, where a large gash presented a makeshift exit.  Not seeing any of the human demons around, or anything hostile for that matter, a quick head count followed.  Six grunts, one jackal, and the other two elites.  We can still complete this one.

The other black armored elite stepped out and readied his carbine, trying to find anything to shoot out of frustration of the crash.  A slight movement out of the corner of Rtuka's eye caused him to jerk his head to the right and strain to see something in the shadows of a rundown building.  A marine was holding a large cylinderal object, he had seen it before... Before Rtuka could warn his fellow spec ops elite, it fired something that trailed smoke and exploded on contact with the Elite exposed in the open.

Quickly clicking a button on his wrist pad and Rtuka faded into the surroundings.  The human noticed the elite fade away, and quickly dropped his large weapon for something that resembled a carbine, and started to back deeper into the building.  Rtuka had looped around already though, taking long strides to speed his ambush, just as the human relaxed his guard slightly, an energy sword went through his back and came straight out of his chest, causing the human to fall in a pool of his own blood.

A quick scan of the surroundings revealed no other humans were around, and Rtuka jogged his way back to his squad, finding the Elite pilot holding the carbine that the former Elite had wielded.  Tatap and this other Elite were trying to keep the other grunts under control, who instantly stopped their random scurrying as soon as Rtuka approached them.

Rtuka glanced at one of the signs along the side of the pavement. He couldn't read the scribble that the humans called writing, it looked messy to him. He decided took a guess at what it said. It showed an arrow.

"This way."