" I'm Coming For You , Truth "

Sangheilios, Home..

Kharo 'Redan stood aboard the bridge of the ship, overlooking the whizz of slipspace in front of him. The covenant warrior stood at a whopping 7'4, the glossy texture of the covenant architecture shining on his golden armour. Kharo's skin was a albino white, a rare skin colour for the sangheili warriors. His eyes were a golden colour of proportions that could pierce your soul in seconds. And although it was hard to tell under the armour of the sangheili commander, you could tell his skin was battle-trained.

Above the matte black of his undersuit, His armour was that of a field marshall's. It's legs were offering the protection of a zealots, but added a extra layer of supplemental armour. The arms - like the rest of the armour - had a graceful tint to it. It offered enough protection in it's graceful manner, the shoulders rising further and about as tall as the head. The helmet of the Sangheili were similar to a zealots. Big, but - as the name implies - Zeal and curved around the back, with the addition of two antenna-like horns on the front of the helmet, complimenting the insectoid architecture of the covenant.

Ruthless, tactial, honourable, and terrifying. That was the qualities that described him - to the humans anyway. Rivaling Thel 'Vadamee himself in tactical prowess, Kharo 'Redan could be described as a hyper-lethal vector of the covenant.

One of the officers aboard the ship of the CSO spoke up to Kharo 'Redan. "Supreme Commander, we are exiting slipspace." The officer spoke. Kharo 'Redan let out a sigh of relief, as the ship exited slipspace.

The familiar view of Sangheilios, the home planet of the sangheili, came into view. Kharo spoke. "Take the ship to high orbit," The supreme commander turned to his most trusted friend and General. "Take command of the ship while I am gone, Zann. I will only be a day, my friend." He told him.

Zann 'Ketros is an elite general. His armour design is vastly different to the commander's, and the colouring on it two. His armour was a little more protective and headfirst. The helmet provided adequate protection for the face, and mandibles too. The thick horn upon the forehead showed the most dominance over the head, and the back sloped upwards, a split in the middle. The shoulders of the armour went upwards, toward the head like Kharo 'Redan's armour. It was shaped like a spiked wedge, but had a flat top instead of the spikey top you may imagine. The rest of the armour was similar to that of the Supreme Commander's, but just a little more bulky and straight forward. And, instead of the blue lights flowing through like the commander's, there was orange lights.

"Of course, Supreme Commander." Zann bowed at his superior, as he exited the bridge. The commander had two reasons for visiting his home planet once more. The main one was connected more to his military life. More Sangheili was headed into his fleet, and he had to personally oversee these warriors himself to see if they fit his standards.

The second reason? Kharo had a Wife, and two children. One son, and one daughter. The son is only at nine years old, but as a warrior's code demands, he is training to become one of the covenants holy warriors. This made Kharo proud himself, and he'd love to be able to train his son a bit himself, too.

Kharo headed down to the hanger, as the CSO-Class prepared the grav lift. He strode along with his heavy feet, looking about the flagship of his fleet, the Forerunner's Decisive. Kharo saw his escort already geared up. Four Zealot-class sangheili warriors, battle-hardened and honourable. They carried a energy sword each, as expected.

Kharo 'Redan looked at the lead one clad in the purple armour, speaking up. "Rar 'Nuromee. Are you ready?" Kharo's voice was deep and gruff, but also had a clad of grace and honour to it. The other sangheili replied, "Yes, your grace. Are we departing?" He asked, the commander nodding.

Kharo walked to the active gravity lift, his great feet now not heard on the alloys and metals that the ship was made out of. Moments later, he found himself at the gravity lift, descending down to the planet. Kharo always found this feeling to be quite odd. Well, not so much going down, but the change in gravity for him always seemed to slightly turn his stomach. Luckily, it never affected him in battle.