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CHAPTER 3 – THE WHITE MESSENGER The hanger was fizzling with movement. Covenant warriors and technicians, of various species, were running from one side to the other, as they prepared the two horseshoe-shaped dropships for takeoff.  Isga 'Ramulee was attending to his troops, before he ordered them to embark. It was the usual mix of Sangheili, tall and athletic, Unggoy, squat and carrying on their backs the triangular canisters with the methane they needed to breathe, Kig-Yar, savage-looking avians, and there was even a pair of huge Mgalekgolos, worm colonies wrapped in heavy, humanoid, blue armour. For this operation, Isga also decide

CAPÍTULO 3 - A MENSAGEIRA DE BRANCO O hangar estava numa roda-viva. Guerreiros e técnicos da Aliança, de várias espécies, corriam de um lado para outro, enquanto preparavam duas naves de descida em forma de ferradura para a descolagem. Isga 'Ramulee passava revista às suas tropas, antes de as mandar embarcar. Era a mistura habitual de Sangheili, altos e atléticos, Unggoy, atarracados, carregando os tanques triangulares do metano que precisavam para respirar às costas, Kig-yar aviformes e de aspecto selvagem, e até havia um par de enormes Mgalekgolos, colónias de vermes envolvidas por pesadas

Deneb Fields Galatia III, Republic of the Sphere 23, October, 3133 The BattleMechs were making the final push. They came from the forest, and stormed into the infantry lines, flamers and autocannons blazing. From his vantage point, peeking through the open hatch in the top of his command APC, Major Zhuàng Li was able to see the disaster unfolding in front of his own eyes. For a moment, his stare become stuck in the Akuma that was leading the militia 'Mechs. The 90ton humanoid behemoth moved with an amazing grace, given its size and weight, breaking the backup company under its massive armored feet. Behind it came a pair of Hatchetmen

I I woke up in the middle of a wood. Looking around, I saw the great tree trunks rising like solemn columns from an ancient age, casting long shadows that disappeared into the night. A full moon looked down, from the clear sky, surrounded by the irregular sparkling of the stars. This was the first thing I saw when I fell into the Mortal World. Back then, I couldn't remember why I was there, and not with the other gods. Because I remembered something about being a god, but everything else was blurry. Someone had, purposely, messed up with my mind, making old memories difficult to access. Even so, I bear in mind something about a fox. I knew

I Kirikahmed Wastelands Zebeneschamali, Lyran Alliance 2, January, 3065 All she could feel at that time was fear, and the pungent chill of loss. "We have no time, Leah!" Her bodyguard yelled. The crowd around them was getting thicker, and bruises from being tossed around marked their skins. Behind them, a few militia soldiers ran trough the mass of scared people, clearly searching for someone. Their raised weapons were like omens of a terrible future. Looking like someone who, somehow, felt to have failed his duty, the bodyguard turned again at her. "Just run!" He put a piece paper in her trembling hands and pushed her away from him.