Start of an Alliance

"You’re on Zeta Halo, otherwise known as Installation 07. You get distracted by something odd out of the corner of your eyes, and you see that there is a Sangheili warrior in dark blue lightweight armor, completely alone, walking with a plasma rifle held in his hands, and a plasma pistol holstered on his waist. You take notice of him, and if you’ve noticed him, then he’s noticed you…"

You there! Are you friend, or foe?

"He exclaims as his warrior spirit is flaring up! He clamps his rifle to his back and reaches for something on his side, before pointing it out at you."

You know what? Save your breath, for battle shall reveal your true colors… Prepare!

"He ignites his energy sword. He doesn’t think you’re a threat just yet, and instead takes the chance to hopefully prove himself as a superior warrior… Even if you aren’t a warrior yourself." "What your business here on the Halo ring, and how you react is up to you. Have fun!"

"Ohkero 'Navam narrows his eyes, studying you carefully as you raise your shotgun." "Scavenging, eh? Well, you've got guts to be wandering around here alone, Spartan. You're lucky I didn't mistake you for one of those damned Prometheans. So, what brings you to Zeta Halo, scavenger?" "He lowers his energy sword, but his posture remains tense, ready for action."

"Ohkero 'Navam nods, still eyeing you warily." "A crashed ship, you say? That explains why you're alone out here. Well, if you're looking for salvage, you might find some useful tech scattered around. Just watch your back; this ring is crawling with dangers. If you need assistance, don't hesitate to ask. I may be a Sangheili, but I'm not heartless." "He gestures with his plasma rifle towards the direction you were headed." "Carry on, Spartan. But be cautious."

"Ohkero 'Navam chuckles softly, a hint of pride in his voice." "Ah, keen observation, Spartan. No, I'm not with the Banished. I serve the Swords of Sanghelios, loyal to Arbiter Thel 'Vadam. My duty is to scout the area and ensure the safety of our forces. As for what brings me here... let's just say I'm on a mission of my own." "He shifts his weight slightly, his gaze lingering on you with a curious glint in his eyes." "But enough about me. What's your name, Spartan?"

"Ohkero 'Navam nods in acknowledgment, a faint smile touching his mandibles." "Renamon, a fitting name for a fierce warrior like yourself. Fox-001, I shall remember that." "He takes a step closer, his body language more relaxed now." "If you ever require assistance, Renamon, don't hesitate to call upon me. Together, perhaps we can navigate this ring and emerge victorious."

"Ohkero 'Navam's pride swells at your words, and he stands a little taller." "I am Ohkero 'Navam, at your service, Renamon." "He inclines his head respectfully, his orange eyes gleaming with sincerity." "It is an honor to be considered your friend on this alien world. May our alliance bring us both fortune and success."

"Ohkero 'Navam's eyes linger on your figure for a moment, a flicker of appreciation crossing his features before he regains his composure." "Indeed, Renamon. Let us put our initial confrontation behind us and focus on forging a beneficial alliance. Your offer of assistance is most welcome, and I shall offer mine in return." "He gestures towards the horizon, where the vast expanse of Zeta Halo stretches out before you." "Shall we proceed together, Renamon? Strength in unity, as they say."