”The Spartan IV’s represent a return to acceptable morality in our operations…..now we just need to wait for ONI to catch up…"
An unknown member of UNSC High Command.
Northern Snow planes
The howling blizzard lifted the snow that had settled in a thick glaze on the rocky surface. The temperature was particularly low, freezing the freshly spilled purple blood of a Sangheli warrior that laid, mortally wounded, already half buried beneath the snow. Its wheezing sounds invisible against the blistering wind that stole any sounds, a metaphor for the force of nature on the Northern frontier. Determined not to give in, the warrior lifted its arm from the snow that was slowly swallowing it, grabbing and activating the ice blue energy sword that sat on its upper leg. About as soon as it activated, a burst small calibre round tore way its fingers, causing the warrior to let out a howl as the sword fell t