[i][b][u]Jiralhanae[/u][/b][/i] (Working title) [i][b][u]Prologue[/u][/b][/i] It had been over one hundred thousand years since he had been torn apart, pieces of him scattered in assorted ships. Offensive Bias knew that it would keep him from intervening, at least at the time. Only one part of him had made it to the Ark, the others were lost in space, drifting for an eternity until chance brought them somewhere. Chance, pure luck, had done just that. This particular piece of Mendicant Bias was focused wholly on this planet. His positioning software informed him that intelligent life once thrived here, on Doisac. As the final moments before the gravity well of the planet pulled him into the atmosphere, the fragment ran thousands of scenarios, with hundreds of outcomes, before deciding his course of action. His still powerful mind silently filled with purpose, for he had been planning for a hundred thousand years, and that plan was finally beginning. Mendicant Bias's Rage had found the Jiralhanae homeworld, and he would let nothing stand in his way. ------- Dorandus watched the streak in the night sky. "Look, Groban," He pointed the streak out to his son. "a meteorite." "What do you think it is, father?" Groban asked, excited by his father's discovery. "I'm sure it's just some garbage from one of the the orbital stations." "When can we go visit Uncle Garagulus in his station again?" "I'll talk to your mother about it later, Groban. Now, why don't you go and help her set up for dinner?" The young Jiralhanae ran joyfully inside, occupied with thoughts of a trip to see his Uncle. Dorandus waited outside for a few minutes longer, and looked back to the streak in the sky. He was slightly unnerved that it was still there, most of the orbital trash dumps disintigrated quickly, but he thought better of it. Maybe it was a meteorite after all, whatever it was, it was small, and was falling over the ocean, so Dorandus put it out of his mind, and joined his wife and son at the table. In the sky, the fiery streak slowly made its way to the shallow ocean of northern Doisac, it's nearly indestructible metal shell protecting it from the heat of atmospheric entry. Dorandus could never have known that this particular meteorite would change Doisac more than he could possibly imagine. --------------------------------- This was an idea I had recently, inspired by Multijirachi's idea for the Sangheili-San'Shyuum war. His idea made me remember how much untold history there is of the races from the Covenant. This is the story of the Jiralhanae, and how they nuked themselves from a nearly Interstellar level, back to their primitive state. It may be a little while before this really gets rolling. I mainly wanted to make sure nobody else had the same idea first. I still need to think of a good title, though.