Agrivarius

This story beginning has massive correlations to Halo: Combat Evolved. I'm going to catch flak, but it's all for you, dear readers.

            The suns of Agrivarius shined coolly on the empty world, illuminating with a dim grey light everything below.

            Those in it didn’t care.

            At the far end of a dry ravine, six figures stood in a double line. They were tall, nearly nine feet, with tight, grey skin. In their hands they carried intricate weapons of a reddish metal, the charges of which they carried in bandoliers over their torsos. At their side they wore a short, curving sword with a blade made of the same scarlet metal. They wore no other clothing or armor, save for a pauldron or a chestplate. At their head stood another of their same kind, but he carried a long cannon slung over one huge shoulder, nearly a human handbreadth in diameter.

            <The Lo’ik have dissappeared from sight, lord.> Said one of the aliens in a smooth and purring tonge.

            <They must be destroyed.> The one with the cannon replied. <Where is Falconsword?>

            <Here, lord.>  Another alien stepped forward.

            <Take three of the udale and find the Lo’ik. The rest of the denkae shall follow me and call in Preyhunters. Is that understood?>  The leader’s gaze from his single, white eye fixed upon the one called Falconsword.

            <Understood, great lord.> The alien said. Then, with a quick salute, he turned and loped over the hill.

           

           

            At the far end of the cool, shadowed ravine an impromptu bunker had been set up. Soldiers trotted with quick urgency on tasks, clearing away the torn bodies from the bunker, reloading the several repeating Cycle Cannons, dragging wounded into the shelter of a downed AED gunship.