SPACE!!!

Straight away, a lil sitrep on the Modern day halo untverse.

Right off the bat, Master Chief doing the Spiderman around Zeta Halo.

SCIENCE!!!

Straight away, hunted tiny critters for a living.

Right off the bat, a sunny day on Sanghilieos.

I've never forgotten the first lesson Escharum taught me. "A fortress wall built on the backs of slaves is easily toppled," he said. "The strongest walls are those we build for ourselves." The fall of the Covenant would eventually prove him right. A fortress built on falsehood and fear cannot - did not stand. The Brutes were once proud. Reaching for the stars on our own strength alone. Extending beyond Doisac's skies. We made it's moons our own and stood at the precipice of unbridled expansion. But we were our own greatest enemy. So much untapped potential wasted on constant civil war. Concerned more with tribes than with triumph. Our suffering had only just begun. We Brutes once stood on our own, but our proud heritage would soon give way to subjugation with no direction of our own and no appreciation of our past. We made ourselves weak. Empty vessels; ready to be filled with the Prophet's promises. For decades we served, we died, enslaved as much by pride as by providence. For years, I watched as they sent us to die for the glory of others. Victory after hollow victory secured with our blood in service of an empire that was never our own. The Covenant called it "loyalty," but I knew what it was: a forfeiture of our own destiny. And when I'd had enough of the Covenant's game, they sentenced me to death. I was declared guilty of treason. An affront to the Prophet's pride and power. To defy our masters was to be branded a traitor. I stood, and I roared "So be it!". But they could not stop me. Could not stop us. A verdict was indeed handed down that day, but I was now the judge and jury. We saw through the Covenant's most egregious lie. Their "Great Journey " and rose above it. We were pawns no longer. We were Banished! We do not seek to rule or enslave, but to survive. To thrive. To endure. None are coerced into serving the Banished. None are conscripted, and all are welcome. Even humanity with their soft flesh and steel resolve have a place among us if they pledge their loyalty. We make common cause with all those once shackled by lies, and with these powerful allies, we will ensure an everlasting freedom. It's time to scroll a new chapter into the stone for our people. It is time for us to speak and for the galaxy to listen. And so we embark on a Reclamation all our own. Armed with just cause. A righteous fury. United by a sacred pursuit of self-determination. This, above all; the Banished are free! There is still much to understand about this galaxy and it's history. And I will ensure that our people have their own immortal place in it. For too long, we sacrificed our lives for the glory of others. Dying under the yoke of cowards. We would not make the same mistake. Ours would be a stronghold anchored by brotherhood and blood built for ourselves, for each other. Some will follow, some will fall, but all will see our strength. The aberration has destroyed our home, and therefore, we must claim another. This... Ring... it has been home to Banished souls before, and so to Banished souls it will belong once more. We must find our way again, and we will find it together. We will strive forward. Unshackled. Unbroken. Unyielding. Never again will we mourn so great a loss. Our place it here. Our time is now! - Atriox Leader of the Banished

*Algorithm Cookie*

We leave our kin so we won't have to be disappointed by them.

Right off the bat, a skirmish on sanghileios in the background.

Into the fires of war, unto the anvil of battle!

*Algorithm Cookie*

Right off the bat, a shimmer in blackness.

Right off the bat, Gek bowing before the "Didact's Hand".

SCIENCE!!!

SPACE!!!

Straight away, a Chieftain with dat Gold drip.

You learn something new everyday.

Right off the bat, a flotilla of Phantoms soaring over a mountain.

Were it so easy.

Straight away, an Iconic momment.

Right off the bat, a red banshee soaring through cliffs.

Straight away, an unexpected callback.

Right off the bat, a world ablaze.

As I'm catching up with the Halo lore. This is the first video I'm watching and learning about the fabled "Banished Spartans".

Were it so easy.

Straight away, a lil biography recap.

Right off the bat, Thel Vadaam Arbitor assualting the Gas mine.

Great work!

SPACE!!!

Straight away, the "Enduring Conviction" crew bowing towards to Atriox.

Right off the bat, a recording from a Jiralhanea.

I wonder with enough time to pass, who else will take up the mantle of Arbiter?

Straight away, Tyrany that was asking for it.

Right off the bat, bright shiney armor.

We leave our homelands for a better one, so we have no one to be disappointed by.

Straight away, a pristine archiach Sanghili fountain.

Right off the bat, a covenant fleet near a sacred ring in the background.

Is "Oth Liqattu" a Jiralhanea word for the "Battle for the Ark" or is there a deeper meaning behind it?

Straight away, the banished onslaught marching on a human colony.

Right off the bat, Sanghili in Crimson armor.

Straight away, NOPE.

Right off the bat, a flood outbreak this early!!!???

Right off the bat, coincindental duel infighting.

I don’t know they think they can continue the story after the mess in infinite. They didn’t earn this fresh start. They swept everything under the rug and moved on.

Right off the bat, a Shirtless Sanghili.

SCIENCE!!!

SPACE!!!

SPACE!!!

Straight away, a forerunner Dreadnought heading towards "Erde Tyreen".