Hunting Shadows

Dan-B301 looked through the scope of his M99B-S2 Stanchion, his breath nearly at a standstill, as he prepared for the assassination. He sat there unmoving predicting every position, every potential enemy, and every tactic that could happen when shit hit the fan. He was thrown back to reality from his thoughtful trance by a voice.
“In position snipes. Marking the targets with the VISR.... Ready to raise hell?”
Dan recognized the voice as Aroha-A225, his Headhunter partner, who was a Spartan-III from the previous company before his. He couldn’t help but pause at the pet's name she gave and slightly stutter before speaking.
“Roger....”, Dan responded
As he watched his HUD light up with the enemies inside the compound pop up. 
Dan announced the information, “I count eight targets. I need a visual inside to confirm the HVT.”
Aroha playfully remarked, “Alright, snipes...”
Dan couldn’t help but slightly chuckle at the continuous use of the pet's name. He started to get lost in his thoughts about her. She was a bit of a tomboy even by spartan standards. He could recall his first meeting with her on the UNSC Night Stalker; she had looked so dirty and scruffy even with her armor on. But ironically, despite that grimy appearance she had a strangely elegant face.
She was beautiful, that was obvious to anyone and everyone who saw, and she couldn't help but be oblivious to it. The only thing that he could see causing someone to dislike her was the fact that she had too much energy: she constantly talked, ran, jumped, and somersaulted around like she was some sort of bunny. He didn’t mind it though, but it did get tiresome watching at some point.
He returned his focus back toward his scope as he watched the feed from the camera of the spy drone that she yanked off to slide under the door. As he watched he saw eight Sangheili soldiers. One was their target, Field Marshal Xylar 'Vorzomee, the rest wore maroon smooth armor. One seemed to have a visor that shined red. Dan racked his brain to identify the rank of the Elites, but he didn’t recognize the armor.
“Do you recognize them?” Dan questioned
“Hmm… I thought the Beta’s were caught up with everything, but I've thought you were a bit young to be at least a teeny bit knowledgeable.... but no.....” Aroha shot back.
Dan wanted to retort but couldn’t find the words before she started speaking again.
“Leave me four of the red Elites, that includes the one with the red visor”
Sighing Dan had no other choice but to say, “Rodger"
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Xylar 'Vorzomee paced the room, staring at the battle plans on the holo-table, his mind racing and processing everything that could happen in the upcoming invasion. He knew one thing though, something detrimental to this invasion: the Human named Michael Stanforth needed to die. He looked at the group of Sangheili in front of him, each one waiting with the obedience of a shadow to the light.
Xylar finally spoke, his mandibles clicking against each other, “You have been sent by the minister of Virtue to aid me in a mission. You may be members of Silent Shadow, but you are under my command, and I will not permit disobedience or doubt of my words, do you understand me?”
The group of Silent Shadows nodded. Satisfied, Xylar continued his speech, “You will be sent to assassinate the human shipmaster named Michael Stanforth. I hand-picked this group with the blessing of the Minister of Virtue to have this mission done quickly and quietly. The Veiled Talons are renowned for their efficiency, so now it is time to prove it to me.”
The Silent Shadow named Rteza 'Lutum scoffed, “You believe that a nishum needs the respect of our blade? Do not demean me Field Master”
Xylar whipped his head to look at Rteza and spoke, “Do not doubt this human. He deserves the respect for me to speak his name without disdain. If the human was not the heretical scourge of the universe, I would have gladly laid down my life to protect him. He is a brilliant Shipmaster and Field Master. For I have seen him drive off our feets twice.”
Disappointed Rteza spoke under his breath, “Then you are a foolish leader”
Hearing the insult Xylar his nostrils blustered in anger. Before Xylar could berate the Sangheili, his head detached itself.
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First Blade Officer Foza 'Tafamai watched the body of the Field Marshal contort and snap as his head was detached from his shoulders. As the blood of his commander splattered on his helm, a hiss of static filled his helmet as the discharge of unseen attackers' weapon also fried the shields of not just him, but of his entire team. His armor tried to compensate and recharge the shields, only for another hiss to undo this work, and inform the first blade that another member of the Silent Shadow had fallen just as their commander had. Finally, the barrage ceased as presumably their attacker had run out of charge for their weapon, or perhaps hopefully someone had killed the interloper. Although not before they had slain all but himself and just three of his fellow Sangheili. Slowly, the survivors emerged from the cover they’d thrown themselves behind to try and protect themselves. 
“First Blade, what devilry-” one of the survivors began, only to be interrupted by his brains exploding from his visor and scattering themselves across the room, but this death was from a different weapon, the lack of the hiss told the Blade Master that at least. Instinctively Foza searched for the new threat as he activated his Blood blade, only to find the cause of this devastation to be now standing in the room with him. A single word roared from Foza's throat, the word that all in the Covenant referred to these abominations as as he prepared to cut his attacker down.
=== 《◇◇◇》 ===
Taking advantage of the distraction Dan had given her through the removal of Alien heads via railgun, the first they’d known of Aroha’s entrance was when she’d unholstered her Automag, taken aim at one of the surviving Elites head, pulled the trigger, and fired the M6S; the brains of the elite found its way on across the side of the wall.
Suddenly, the Elite with red visor, the one she had presumed to be the leader, screamed one word, a word that even without the translation software in her helmet she knew was one the word Covies gave to every Spartan "Demon!" Aroha smirked at the title; despite hearing it thousands of times, it gave her a sense of power over them. She was brought out of her reverie, as one of the Elite brought up a rather unique looking red energy sword with the intention of trying to cleave her arm off with it. Reacting on instinct, Aroha threw her spent sidearm at the Elite’s head, staggering the beast's charge as it used its blade to slice the impromptu projective in half as if it were made of paper and not hardened steel. Using the window she bought herself, Aroha unholstered her M7S SMG and fired on her reeling attacker and forced it into cover as its chest plate became indented by the bullets’ impact. But before she could finish this hostile off, her motion sensor warned her of a new threat from behind, turning just in time to barely sidestep the strike from another Elite with another of those red energy swords. She immediately understood the situation she was in; if she kept playing this cat and mouse game of dodging their energy swords, she’d end up dead before they would, so she decided to change the rules.
Ducking under the Elites follow–up swing, Aroha shoved the Elite’s sword arm above its head and immediately followed up with a headbutt, causing its shields to drop yet again, then forced the muzzle of her SMG into its visor and emptied the rest magazine into its face. Without missing a beat, she dropped her empty gun and snatched up an energy sword from the deceased alien’s hand, ignited the blade and impaled the second Elite in the chest. Turning back to the red visored Elite, realizing that the final Elite had disappeared, for a brief moment she thought it ran, but something felt wrong. She listened to determine if the Elite was still in the room, when she heard the subtle grind of metal behind her. Immediately, Aroha turned her VISR on and saw red visored Elite just in time to roll out of the blade that had been aimed straight at her head.
Taking advantage of the distance she’d given herself, she tried to catch her breath as the red visored Hingehead, unaware that she could now see it, charged her. Taking advantage of the Elite's obliviousness, Aroha let the Elite close the distance then, just before it got into striking range, she vaulted to the left and jumped on top of the Alien's shoulders. Realizing its mistake, the Elite tried to raise its blade in defense, but she’d caught the Hingehead off guard, and now it could only watch helplessly as she buried the energy sword she had into its neck. As the body fell, she tumbled down alongside it, the effort of the brief fight had exhausted her. Catching her breath, she began to remove the helmet of the red visor Elite and the Field Marshal. As she prepared to leave the room, she glanced down at the red energy sword she still gripped in her hand, it was a very unique weapon, most of them were blue and she wanted to keep it for herself, but ONI would probably take it off her when she got back so they could let their engineers to play with it. She paused to think about the consequences.
“Ahh fuck Cole Protocol I think I’ll keep one. It's not like we'll be heading back to UNSC space for a while, plus its just a sword. What could go wrong?”