| rdfs:comment | - The wind howled over the snow covered, wasteland as if to scare off anyone who dares to cross it. Huge mountains cascaded from the horizon far off to the east, while to the west a large canyon cut into the earth. A huge structure pierced through the snow just to the north. The shadow of the ring’s band made the landscape all the more frigid and unwelcoming, but that didn’t stop the being slowly making his way towards the Installation’s Library. The Creature is one of the Sangheili race, a species of fierce, proud, strong, intelligent warriors, and skilled combat tacticians, commonly known as the Elites. But this lone Sangheili is not an ordinary worrior, he is an Ascetic Elite, the best of his kind, and he is on a mission. The Elite lept and bounded over the frozen teraine, his movements,
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| abstract | - The wind howled over the snow covered, wasteland as if to scare off anyone who dares to cross it. Huge mountains cascaded from the horizon far off to the east, while to the west a large canyon cut into the earth. A huge structure pierced through the snow just to the north. The shadow of the ring’s band made the landscape all the more frigid and unwelcoming, but that didn’t stop the being slowly making his way towards the Installation’s Library. The Creature is one of the Sangheili race, a species of fierce, proud, strong, intelligent warriors, and skilled combat tacticians, commonly known as the Elites. But this lone Sangheili is not an ordinary worrior, he is an Ascetic Elite, the best of his kind, and he is on a mission. The Elite lept and bounded over the frozen teraine, his movements, unhesitant, and his speed, unwavering. On his left hip was a standard Type-25 Plasma Rifle, on his right hip was a deactivated Type-1 Energy Sword that he had personalized to his liking, and on his back, a Type-51 Carbine held tight as the Elite dived and maneuvered over and around rocks and boulders. His Commanding Officer had offered him a Type-32 Ghost RAV but the Ascetic preferred it this way. Besides, the sound of the RAV would automatically warn any Loyalist forces in the area. The Halo ring orbited so that the system’s star could light the path before him. The sunlight shown off his purple armor in a dazzling display, but the Ascetic imediantly slowed his progress and took cover. Shining armor is like a signal flare to Kig-yar or Jiralhanae Snipers. Luckily, numerous thunderheads swarmed overhead, and blotted out the star’s light once again. The Ascetic was getting closer to the large, Forerunner structure ahead, and he heard the faint humming of Covenant Ghosts, Wraiths, Banshees, and even a Phantom. He was in for a fight, that was obvious, but the Elite’s main objective was to secure a Landing Zone for his fellow Ascetics so that they can eliminate all hostile targets around the Halo’s Library, and secure the Index so that it will not fall into Loyalist hands. They cannot let the villainous Prophet of Pestilence activate the Halo Array. The Ascetic came to the edge of a large drop-off and peered over. It wasn’t a very long way to the bottom, he wasn’t worried about that. However, there were three to four Ghosts on Patrol and, hidden nearby, was a Type-25 Wraith heavy assault vehicle. The Ghosts were no problem, he could easily pick them off one by one, but the Wraith made things difficult. He had seen what it’s Mortar Cannon can do to an infantry movement, and if it’s equipped with twin automated Plasma Cannons on the “wings” of the tank or a singled, manned Plasma Cannon just above the driver’s hatch, boarding it will also be a hassel. He scanned the rest of the area; high above him near the top of the Library was a Type-52 Phantom Troop Carrier which could hold up to 16 Brute warriors, even more if it was carrying Grunts! Circling the Phantom were two Type-26 Banshee Ground Support Aircrafts. Again this worried the Ascetic. Once he cleared an L.Z. and the Separatist Phantom that had been following him deactivates it’s Active Camouflage, the Banshees could bear down upon them with their Mounted Fuel Rod Cannons. The Ascetic shook his head, he shouldn’t be worried, he’s an Ascetic! He had stared Death in the face more than once during his life, this time made no difference! He took cover behind a rock and drew his Energy Sword, careful as not to alert any Sharp-Eyed Jackals to his position. He activated his own Active Camouflage device and a liquid-like transparency washed over him, and he vanished from sight. He lept off the edge of the Drop-Off and landed silently on the snow covered ground below. The snow storm that had befallen the area soon became his ally as it covered his tracks.
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