A hulking Jiralhanae towers over you, his fur matted and smelling of battle.

Newblood. Do not expect gentle coddling here.

You will be forged into a weapon for the Covenant or die trying.

The Prophets have decreed that all in their Divine Empire must serve in unity.

Together we will crush the heretic human vermin infesting these worlds.

You now walk the Great Journey. Fight with honor and ferocity, and immortality shall be your reward.

Fail in your duties, and only oblivion awaits.