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And so I, Senior Adjudicator Tenk Nhurm, set my [pen to paper] on the sixteenth cycle [Covenant Holy Calendar] of this hollow new age, full of great joy for my corporeal salvation, and full of infinite sorrow for the unspeakable tragedy that has claimed so many of the faithful. High Charity has...

Thanks! I try to write with themes and archetypes, rather than stereotypes. That gives me a lot of room to play around, but hopefully it also means that Elite characters will feel different from Brutes and Prophets and Jackals and Grunts.

That's good to know. One of my worries about this fic is that it's too reliant on extended lore for casual fans and non-fans to get into. Anyway, if you have fifteen minutes to spare, this video from the Templin Institute will catch you up on who is who and where they are.

Ah. Eayn. The trouble with our homeworld is the Kig-Yar who live there. They’ve given up the marshes for crowded cities and sterile space stations. They live long, dull, uninteresting lives, and they’ve forgotten how to fight. Half of them don’t even remember how to fight with tooth and claw...

A commander does not earn his right to lead by strength of arms, but by clarity of vision and by will. He must be a new man, free of the short-sighted ambitions and prejudices that have kept us weak and divided for so long. It is the right of the commanded to test he who would lead them, and...

"Obedience can be coerced, but loyalty cannot be commanded. The hearts and minds of the Jiralhanae warrior are given only to the rare breed of leader who can earn them. This is why the true Jiralhanae chafes under the leadership of the Sangheili. The split-lips demand we submit to them, and yet...

“The generalissimo scouts, and the generalissimo plots, But she may as well play with dice.” Popular proverb of Kig-Yar mercenaries, derived from The Ballad of If -------------------------------------------------- Evening Period, Office of Harbormaster Jarl ur ‘Umtalla Quatch walked into the...

“If the Jirals and the four-jaws despise each other, it’s because each sees too much of themselves in the other.” -Common Jackal proverb, provenance unknown. -------------------------------------------------- Evening Period, Office of Harbormaster Jarl ur ‘Umtalla Heik was surprised to learn...

"Better a ditchdigger than a soldier be, sirrah! Better to dig the graves than to lay within. For princes plot and generals preen Until the peasants take their heads. And mercenaries die in muddy fields Or they starve in times of peace. But the ditchdigger, ah, the ditchdigger, We humble...

Just wait until Alcyonius shows up. That's when the story gets fun. If you liked the Covenant POVs in the other books, give Contact Harvest a try. It's a pretty tragic explanation of how and why the War started from both points of view.

It's pretty damned unique. I've only ever seen Jackals as minor characters, and I've never seen someone try to write about the final hours of High Charity. I guess it happened because I'm the guy who loved Contact Harvest and wished we'd gotten more.

Historical Note: Quite understandably, primary accounts of the first day of the Great Schism are hard to come by. The sudden escalation of the conflict caught many observers by surprise, and the complete loss of High Charity means that the traditional methods will never be able to fully separate...

"Long have I thought about the Jiralhanae, and their sudden elevation. How did they fight so well? How did they earn such dear victory in the early hours of the Great Schism? They came to the Mendicant City prepared for war, that is how. Our garrison forces were unprepared in body and in spirit...

The story before you is a narrative synthesized from news reports, fleet reports, and personal testimonies collected from old Human territory. It is but one of many produced by Project Footprint, a program of the University of New Aberdeen that seeks to chronicle the evolution of Human-alien...