I sighed, adjusting the scope on my rifle for the umpteenth time. Beside me, Katrina sighed as well. Anthronicans are bipedal animals which humans like to describe as 'anthropomorphic', so like humans...just, better.
I let my gaze linger over my mates lithe form. Her camoflague fatigues hugged her rear in a way that made it nearly irrisistible to not look at. 
The two of us lay on a cliff face, rifles facing the opposite end of the canyon.
I pulled a sucker from my pocket, I know what you're thinking, 'Candy at a time like this?' but I needed it. I was hypoglycemic due to the left half of my chest being missing. Instead of passing out, I had painful seziures that could end up killing me. The reason for this was the EMB-S12, an artificial heart comprised of grafted on metal plates and a blue dome where my heart once was. 
"You okay babe?" Kat asked me, her honey-colored hair russling in the wind.
"Yeah," I replied, "Just bored." 
I found something interesting on the back of my rusty-red paw. as opposed to my mates honey on white coloring, I was a brownish-red on white.
"Mmmm, tell me about it." she said, placing her scope to her eye.
"Contact."
I proped myself up, seizing my rifle. pressing the scope to my eye, I viewed a Phage dropship deposit an white-armored Zealot. The creatures expression was hidden behind it's helmet.
"Target spotted, range, six hundred meters." I called, settling my crosshairs on the zealots neck, where the armor was weakest.
"Remind me again why we've sat here for three hours?" I asked.
"We're waiting to either capture or kill the Zealot and its contact."
Five minutes later an Anthronican speeder, a sort of hovercycle, pulled up, kicking up dust. A figure with a hood on dismounted and had a quick, unheard exchange with the Zealot. 
A voice sounded on my COMM.
"Master-Sergeant, confirm orders, capture or kill?"
the voice belonged to my best and only human friend Issac.
"Orders confirmed, capture."
"Confirm your last."
Our COMM was encrypted, one of the few privacies we had.
"Again, confim your last." Boomer the silver dragoness who was married to Issac sent.
"All call-signs, orders are capture both targets, repeat, CAPTURE."
My sunglasses display winked blue with 'orders accepted'
Kat and I waited as the two of them began to move, dressed in desert camo, the pair moved up on the two, quietly conversing figures.
At ten meters they stopped, snapped up their rifles and announced their pressence.
"Hold! Don't move!"
The Zealot froze for a second, then grabbed its hooded partner, slamming him to the ground. 
Now, through Issac and Boomers COMMs the Zealots voice was quite clear.
"You set me up!?"
I jerked invoulentaraly, the Zealot was a female.
"Issac, Boomer! Get her off of him now!"
the pair rushed forward, tackling the enraged female to the sand and narrowly avoiding the twin blasts of plasma from her dual wrist-mounted cannons. The blue orbs fried the air around them as they flew.
"Kat, lets move up." 
I jumped off the cliff. Don't panic, I'd be fine, all Anthronicans have metal enlaced bones. I hit the ground hard, sending up a plume of sand seconds before Kat landed beside me.
"Issac, gimme a sitrep." Kat ordered.
"Zealots's down, but not even close to out. And the other guy got pretty messed up before we reached him."
I winced, I knew how much damage Zealot claws could do, I still had scars.
"Species on our friend?" I asked.
"Ikida." Replied Boomer.
We approached moments later, I took care, as the Zealot could kill us easily. Which was why I slapped a pair of cuffs on her.
"Strip her." I ordered. Issac and Boomer carefully peeled off her helmet, boots and body armor, revealing her to be a fully mature female. She had smokey-grey on white fur and midnight blue eyes with crimson pupils. Between her large breasts nestled a tuft of grey fur. 
Zealots resemble, or so I'm told, Sergals. Whatever those are. Though  apparently Zealots have a broader build, and lack a...Prehencile clitoral hood. Plus they come in all colors. They're the 'Sangheili' of the Phage.
	"Solvari, I swear to the godess I'm going to kill you!" she roared. 
"Hey, calm down." I said, "we aren't going to hurt you."
The Zealotess rolled onto her back, presenting me with with a good view of her clean-shaven vulva. 
"Don't lie to me dog, I know full well what happens to Zealotess' in your POW camps!" She spat.
	"What's your name?" Asked Katrina.
"Iamm'e, Volka Iamm'e, Why do you care?"
	"I'm Katrina. This is Redd, Issac and Boomer."
That's a girl, i thought,  establish a relationship.
"Would you mind telling me what the two of you were doing out here?" I asked.
The Zealotess sat up, breast jiggling with their fullness.
"Well, Redd, given the curcumstances, I don't really think you'd believe me."
I Knelt beside her.
"Try me."
She sighed, "That Anthronican over there," she gestured to the bloodied, hooded ikida, "Is my lover."
"you're right, I don't belive you."
She sighed again, then shouted. "SOLVARI!!!"
The Ikida sat up, hood falling back. The canine had black on white fur, and now three long gashes running down the side of his face.
"What am I to you?" Volka asked.
The Anthronican managed a weak smile. "The most beautiful creature I've ever laid eyes on."
"Shit." Issac swore in English (obviously we'd been speaking Anthronican. Duh.) "That Phage dropships comming back."