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Okay, this is the first story I have ever written. It's a crossover of Halo and Aliens. This is the first part, has all of the background stuff on D'sim in it. The next part will have all of the yummy smut in it.

D'sim Kalumee woke to the soft beeping of his alarm. Giving a tired grunt he rolled over in the smooth sheets, burying his face in the pillow. Why did his duty shift have to start so early, all of the other officers got to start at a much more reasonable time, but he had to wake up every day before the sun rose for his patrol. He hated working on a military base on some remote forest planet, why couldn't he be assigned to a starship? At least then he might actually see some action once in a while. He mulled this over this in his semi conscious state for a while. The persistant nagging of the alarm grew more and more annoying until he finally slammed down a fist down on the panel next to his bed, turning it off. He groaned as he sat up in his bed, rubbing his forehead and the joints of his mandibles.

He sat on the edge of the bed with his eyes half shut for nearly ten minutes, slowly waking up. Reaching over, he pressed a button on the control pad next to his table, raising the dim purple lighting of his room to a more suitable level for being able to walk around without tripping over the myriad of his possessions that lay scattered over the floor. Standing, he stepped carefully over the small holes in the 'carpet' of objects on the floor, not wanting to break anything. Less than a foot from the entrance to the bathroom, he heard and felt a crack from beneath his hoofed foot. He looked down, having stepped on a small electronic gadget, the use of which he couldn't remember. Grumbling, he kicked the pieces of the device away, stepping through the doorway into the bathroom.

Stepping into the washing cubicle, he passed his hand over a single red holographic symbol halfway up the wall. A second later, water began falling from the array of evenly spaced holes on the roof of the cubicle. He had no need to disrobe, seeing as he preferred to sleep in the nude. A few minutes passed, and he waved his hand over the glyph again, stopping the water. The walls of the washing cubicle began to glow, and a strong heat could be felt radiating from them. It didn't take long, no more than a minute for the strong heat to evaporate the water from his skin. Sangheili skin was thick enough to stop the strong heat from damaging it, or even being uncomfortable.

Stepping out, he moved over to the cupboard in which he kept his armour, the door chiming and opening automatically. Inside was about the only thing in his quarters that he actually kept tidy, his red coloured armour. It didn't take him long to dress, having to simply pull the latex-like gel suit over his bare body, then place the pieces of armour over it, which would magnetically bind to the suit. He checked himself over, looking at himself in the mirror consisting of polished piece of metal on the wall. Satisfied, he left the bathroom and made his way over the minefield of junk that littered his floor.

He passed his hand over the door controls, the lights in the purple door changing from red to green as the door slid open. He stepped out into the corridor, making his way to the nearest grav-lift. At least one benefit of being on the planet was the base actually had nice scenery. Instead of the windowless interior of a battlecruiser, the halls and corridors had windows amongst the shiny purplish metal of the wall. As he rose up the grav-lift, a beautiful landscape spread out before him behind the glass of the window. The first glow of the rising sun was appearing just above the tallest trees on the horizon, the reddish orange glow breaking up the deep blue of the night sky. Seeing this, he smiled, happy that he had found something joyful about being stationed here. His body stopped being propelled upwards as he reached his destination, four metal plates sliding over the hole in the floor where the gravlift was just as gravity took hold of his body, his hoofed feet touching down with a clang on the textured metal covering.

He strode into the armoury, stopping by one of the food dispensers built into the wall. He pressed the screen on it, choosing what he wanted. The machine gave an electronic hum, and a protein stick dropped into his outstretched hand. He raised it to his mouth and began to gnaw on it with his four mandibles, using his sharp triangular teeth to tear it into chunks which he could then swallow. He hated the taste of the food, but he needed something with enough energy to get him through the duty shift, he could eat proper food when he got back. After he had finished, he went around to his personal locker. A thin, low powered laser beam was directed into his eye from the locker as he moved his head closed to it. The door beeped once and then slid open. He took one look inside and began to growl angrily. Of all the things that could have been taken, it was his custom build plasma rifle, the one that he had made to be more efficient. Undoubtedly one of the commanders took it. They had access to all of the lesser officer's lockers and quite often took what they pleased if it caught their eye. He punched the locker next to his in anger, leaving a large dent in the glossy blue metal of it.

Growling deeply, he took out four grenades and a plasma pistol, as well as his helmet with a built in comm and a HUD that projected directly into his retina. The locker shut itself automatically as he moved towards the quartermaster's office. Stepping in, he was forced to ask for a weapon from what he thought was the most unpleasant Sangheili in the entire Covenant, Andas R'damee. Facing him, he wasted no time with pleasantries, the sooner he could get away from the short tempered Spec-Ops veteran, the better. His face had the scars of quite a few battles, one of his mandibles unable to move due to an injury sustained in the past. His face had the tired look of an old man, but that belied his true obnoxious nature. "I need a plasma rifle...mine was 'borrowed' ". Andas simply began to laugh "What's wrong D'sim, did an Unngoy steal your special plasma rifle again?" He bit his tongue, hard. The pain that his teeth piercing into it kept him from saying an extremely vulgar comment back to the superior officer. He knew full well that if he said anything out of like the Spec-Op would have him flogged. "I don't know. I have duty shortly and I need a weapon." The black-clad elite reached around behind him, obviously choosing the most damaged and worn rifle that he could find, and placing it on the desk before him. "Here you are, best in the entire Covenant." D'sim growled quietly again, swiftly taking the weapon off the desk and storming out of the office.

He held up the rifle to look at it as he made his way to the main entrance to the base. It was obviously worn, scratches all over the blue surface of the weapon. The dome shaped front of the rifle had many dents in it, probably from when the user had clubbed their opponent with it. The energy indicator in his HUD flickered, going between saying the battery was one hundred percent charged and fifty percent every few seconds, the rifle crackling every time it did so. He walked past a pack of sleeping grunts, and kicked one of them hard out of sheer frustration. The small alien shrieked and barked loudly, before starting to cry, the rest of the pack jumping up "GET TO WORK YOU LAZY RUNTS!" If he couldn't sleep, neither could they he thought as he stormed away from them.

Stepping out into the chilling dawn air, his gel suit instantly sensed the change and altered it's temperature accordingly, keeping him comfortable. He strode towards the outer wall over the metal track. Numerous plasma turrets adorned the thick wall, two jackals walking along the top. The main entrance blocked with a huge glowing force field, a single wraith hovering on the spot nearby it. He presented his eye once again to the scanner near the entrance, another laser scanning him before the purplish shield shimmered and dissipated, allowing him to walk through. Once outside it reactivated, resuming it's steady humming. He took one last look at the base before moving out into the thick forest, starting his patrol.

D'sim walked along the crude track that ran through the forest, having been made only by the trampling of feet. He walked for about an hour or two, simply enjoying the solitude of the forest. He happily watched the sun rise, casting it's rays over the forest and turning it from an intimidating black wilderness to a veritable lush green haven. The sunlight fanned out as it filtered through the leaves of the tall trees, umbrellas shading the forest below them. From the towering trees hung green vines, some of them with flowers growing off them, adding colour to the otherwise green setting before him. The dappled sunlight reached the forest floor, revealing a carpet of ferns and shrubs, an enormous array of different plants all unique in their own way.

He enjoyed the fresh morning air, breathing deeply. He was just glad to be able to get away from the recycled air of the millitary base. Looking up, D'sim noticed that clouds had begun to roll across the sky, and from what he could tell, they looked rather dark and rain-laden. It was not long before it began to rain rather heavily. The forest becoming distinctly darker with the absence of the sun. His shields flared constantly as the rain fell on them, the tiny water droplets being instantly turned into steam as they hit the shimmering yellow barrier. The small amount of water did not drain the sheieds, they were able to recharge as they protected him from getting wet.

He found that the atmosphere in the forest became a bit less pleasant now as he walked through it, the saturated air feeling more stuffy than the fresh air that he breathed before. He was walking along when he noticed something on the leaves of one of the small shrubs. A viscous, glowing, bright blue liquid, Unngoy blood. He ran his fingers through it, having turned off the shield around his hand. It was cold, but it had not yet washed away in the heavy rain. Looking around a bit, he noticed a trail of the glowing blood leading away from the main path. It was his duty to investigate this, to find out what had killed the grunt and assess if it was of any danger to the base.

Pulling out his decrepit plasma rifle, he held it in front of him defensively as he followed the trail of blood. Apparently the grunt hadn't gotten far. It lay sprawled out in a patch of long grass, surrounded by a pool of it's own bright blue blood. Upon further examination, he noticed that the Unngoy seemed to have a large hole punched right through it's forehead. From what he could tell, something had been eating at it. There were bite marks in it's arms and legs, very deep. Whatever had torn through the flesh had been sharp enough to completely slice through the muscle and tendon, right down to the bone. For whatever reason, the predator that had captured this grunt had left it, maybe it didn't like the taste?

He noticed that the grunt's plasma pistol was nearby, and he moved over to pick it up. Bending down, he suddenly slipped over a patch of muddy ground. He yelled out loudly as he found himself sliding down a muddy channel that had been carved out by the rain. He clawed at the ground, but it was much too slippery for him to grab on to. After at least a minute of sliding, he ended up landing in a large pool of water that had collected. Crawling out and looking around, he found that he was quite disoriented. He noticed that something was now appearing on his motion tracker. He quickly pulled his plasma rifle from it's clip on his leg, standing in a defensive position.

He pressed the button it that activated it, but a second after the rifle turned on it began to beep loudly, and get extremely hot. He yelled out and dropped it, but before he could get a metre away, the rifle exploded violently. His shield flared yellow, then went completely offline. His backpack began to crackle, the shield generator having been fried by the electromagnetic pulse from the explosion. He growled and frantically pressed his wrist controls, but his shields just wouldn't recharge.

He heard a low hissing sound from behind him now. Spinning around, he came face to face with a dangerous looking, jet black alien. He raised his fists, immediately getting into a defensive posture. The creature seemed to just stand there for a few seconds, examining him. He did the same, looking it over. It's body seemed to be made of some black, chitinous material. It had a long, bony tail, feet and hands with sharp looking claws, and a set of very dangerous looking metallic teeth. He noted that there seemed to be a constant flow of drool coming from it's mouth. The most noticeable thing about it however was it's shiny, elongated black head.

Without warning, the creature lunged for him. As it bolted towards him, he managed to duck out of the way, jumping to one side. He immediately jumped back up, coming to face it again. Wasting no time, he ran at it in it's momentary confusion at him jumping away, and raising a fist he punched it right in it's elongated head. It screeched out loudly, and he felt something sharp whip at the back of his knees. He cried out as the tail of the creature cut into his gel suit and flesh, falling forwards. It pounced on top of him, he was just able to use all of his strength to push it away and stop it from biting his neck. He growled loudly managing to hold it off of him, he seemed to be about as strong as it. What he didn't notice, though, was that another one was creeping up behind him. He felt something sharp stab into his neck, the other alien having stabbed him there with it's tail. He yelled out, still trying to hold the first one off of him, but he felt himself becoming dizzy. It wasn't long before he was no longer able to hold it up, the alien hissing in his face as his arms slumped to the ground, D'sim falling unconcious.