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Sanghelios Frontlines: Sneak peek

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Fourth Solar Cycle, 323 Cycles: 1st Age of Contrition [April 10, 2557]
Disputed Territory, West of Tessar, Sanghelios 
Selam State [Remnant] Fieldmaster Vas`ro ‘Selamkaiee 
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To many on the planet, the civil war that gripped much of the western hemisphere in 2553 never ended. States, Keeps and individuals continued waged war over ideals and territory. The Covenant Remnant ever looming on the horizon fueled many to go to extreme measures to push their beliefs ahead of the others. There were few organized groups, the Arbiter's Swords of Sanghelios was by far the largest United group, but there were many states that refused to pledge their loyalty to the best hope their planet had.

Although the Verano Region has been spared conflict, the states there were divided on support of the Swords. The northern states placed their weight behind them. While the south wholeheartedly oppose the Arbiter's government and the support of the Humans. There were many others that were undecided, but very soon they will be forced to pick a side.

The tall Sangheili strode before his warriors. His golden armor shone bright in the desert sun. Over the last few cycles they had gathered in the disputed territory, ready to bring the Heretics to holy justice. For too long, the Verano region had defiled their race. Breaking millennia of tradition. Vas`ro did not understand how the Holy Covenant, nor his fellow Sangheili, allowed such a State to exist and prosper for so long. But by his hand, they shal finally cease to be. Their great walls would fall beneath his legions, their cities burn and land be cleansed.

It was his belief that their policies and ways weakened the Sangheili. They were why the Holy Prophets removed his kind from their rank.

The Fieldmaster stopped and looked up at the desert. Field tents spread as far as his eye could see. On the horizon, a cloud of dust from arriving allies approached. Many states that surrounded Verano believed the same and joined his people’s cause. Soon, they will strike, it will be swift and sudden, killing all who oppose.

He turned and walked back into his command tent. A holographic projection of the three states his forces would be invading, sat in the center. They would hit Tessar first, then move through Moram. Zelso was his prize. An objective passed down through the generations of his clan. One of his great elders was shamed for failing to destroy Zelso when it first began its crimes.

"Major 'Kisovaiee, how much longer until we are ready to begin?" He asked. 

"Fieldmaster, the final Zalus 
Warrior Crèche is now arriving from the south. As soon as they are integrated, we will be ready to strike," 'Kisovaiee replied. “The Vanik legions are standing by on the other side of Koros.”

"Excellent, once they enter the camp, have all the Legion commanders assemble in my command tent," Vas`ro said. 
Small sneak peek to what ive been working on for SF. Its still coming! 

Gonna have to make some edits to the timeline. tweaks of events and situations have been cleared or changed. 

I really hate how this looks longer on a word doc, but then so small on dA or Fanfic.net 

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