Humans (Latin: Homo sapiens, meaning "wise man") are a race of sentient bipeds native to the planet Earth. By the mid-26th century, Humanity had become an established spacefaring race, obtaining Tier 2 status of the Forerunner Technological Achievement system due to research and the development of weapons and armor during the Human-Covenant war.

The SPARTAN Programs are a series of UNSC projects designed to create generations of physically, genetically, technologically, and mentally superior "supersoldiers" as a special fighting force within the UNSC Military.

The Sangheili (Macto cognatus, "I glorify my kin"), known to humans as Elites, are a saurian species of strong, proud, and intelligent warriors, as well as skilled combat tacticians. The Sangheili are named after their home planet, Sanghelios. Due to their skill in combat, the Sangheili have formed the military backbone of the Covenant for almost the entirety of its existence. They had a very strong rivalry with the Jiralhanae, which finally boiled over into open hatred during the Great Schism, and the conclusion of the Human-Covenant war.

The Jiralhanae (Latin, Servus ferox, translated to "Wild Slave"), known by humans as Brutes, are the most recent members of the Covenant. They are a large, bipedal, giant ape-like species from Doisac. The Jiralhanae have been part of the Covenant since before the destruction of the UNSC agricultural colony on Harvest, and were always resented by the Sangheili for their monomaniacal behavior.

The Kig-Yar (Forerunner designation, translated into Latin: Perosus latrunculus, or "Hateful Bandit," human designation: Covenant secundarium carnivora prœdonis, or "Covenant secondary carnivorous combatant") are an avian/reptilian species which served the Covenant as mercenaries and privateers. There are two distinct subgroups of Kig-Yar, which Humans have termed Jackals and Skirmishers. In combat, Kig-Yar typically serve as snipers, shock troopers, defensive fighters, and scouts within the Covenant due to their excellent senses of sight, smell, and hearing.

The Unggoy (Latin, Monachus frigus, meaning "cold monk") are a sapient species of squat bipedal xeno-arthropodal vertebroid lifeforms in the unified races of the Covenant. They were the fourth species to be assimilated into the Covenant.They are the lowest-ranking species in the hierarchy, and are frequently mistreated by almost every higher-ranking race. Unggoy are primarily used as laborers, slaves, or in combat situations, as cannon fodder. They are one of the later races to be introduced into the Covenant, and were either the second or third Covenant species to be encountered by humans. They are referred to as Grunts by humans, as they are considered weak in comparison to their superiors, because they perform the majority of the physical labor required by the Covenant and they lack the knowledge of combat compared to other Covenant species.

An ancient civilization once used these composed beings to wage war against the Flood menace, now they are a threat to humanity and other civilizations.

The Promethean forces encountered by UNSC forces and Jul 'Mdama's Covenant insurgents on Requiem were primarily mechanical in nature, and encompassed various classes of leader units known as Knights, support drones known as Watchers, and small, pack-oriented Crawlers designed to overwhelm the enemy from different directions.

Significantly different from the original Prometheans, these constructs were created by the Didact toward the end of the Flood conflict. In order to render them immune to Flood infection, the Didact used a machine known as the Composer to convert his warriors into digital intelligences; the warriors willingly accepted and were relieved of biological form. However, as these Prometheans were too few in number to turn the tide, the Didact used the Composer on a large population of humans transplanted on a Halo Installation to create many more Prometheans.

Visually, unlike most Forerunner technology which is chiefly angular and geometric, these Promethean units have a more curved, almost biomechanical aesthetic. Various Promethean units, including Knights and Watchers, have distinct heads embedded in their mechanical carapaces, complete with stylized facial features; this feature was shared by the War sphinx used by the original Prometheans.

Covenant remnants is a collective term referring to the numerous factions which emerged in the stead of the original Covenant Empire after its dissolution in the Battle of the Citadel and the events which followed. The remnants have varying political and religious standpoints, and conflict between different remnant factions is commonplace.

One such faction is led by the infamous Jul ‘Mdama and is on the top of the hit list for ONI

Name: Marcus
Titles: Sgt
Aliases: Called sergeant by other enlisted or Greene.
Age: 32
Species: Human
Planet of Origin: Mars
Gender: Male


Height: 6'2"
Weight: 200 lbs
Appearance Description:
Day To Day Attire: When not in military uniform, he wears casual clothing such as jeans and t-shirts.
Strengths: Max of 3

• Natural athlete and tough, can keep going despite injuries.
• He can speak Sangheili.

Weaknesses: Minimal of 3

• Without augmentations, Marcus only has his armor and training to keep him alive, as humans are far weaker than Spartans, Sangheili etc.
• While the ODST armor he wears provides decent protection, it still isn't shielded. Without the mobility that Kig-Yar have, it makes him vulnerable to even the lowest covenant weaponry.
• His training focus on single target eliminations and survival, evasion, and reconnaissance. He was never a direct combatant, so his ability to be effective in fights will be minimal.

Quick thinker * Introvert * Stubborn * Headstrong

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Marcus is a kind person. He was raised to be a gentleman, someone who went out of their way to help people. However, he is also an introvert, so he doesn't talk to people much. He keeps his feelings inside, only voicing his opinion when he feels he has something to say that makes a difference. He doesn't usually get angry at people, just frustrated. For example, anyone who talks excessively will annoy/frustrate him and may be warned to stop talking.

Marcus has been headstrong since he was a child. He had to deal with his neighbors leaving and dying in the war effort before he left. Then he left his parents and all of his friends for the war effort, which he ended up fighting in most of his life. War is the only thing he knows, and he has inherited all the traits that it requires to fight a war.

Habits:

• Chewing Tobacco
• Excessive weapon maintenance, due to boredom during recon missions.

Hobbies: Carving using his knife.
Fears:

• The Flood
• Hunters
• The covenant in general

Likes: 6 minimal

• Weaponry of any kind
• Spaceships, be in UNSC or Covenant.
• Tobacco
• A strange like/dislike for the Sangheili.
• Spartans - he feels bad for them, but they were his heroes
• Thrills, such as dropping in a SOEIV

Dislikes: 6 minimal

• Covenant
• Specific hate for the "prophets"
• Extroverts
• Unmaintained gear
• Halsey
• ONI, for sponsoring Halsey, even if he works for them.

• Skill: Excellent marksmen with UNSC weaponry
• Skill: Trained in the use of covenant weaponry
• Skill: Basic engineering and medic skills
• Skill: Ability to operate UNSC vehicles, alongside ghosts.

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Possessions Generally in Room:

• Item: Data pad on his left wrist.
• Item: Small medkit on his hip.

Weapons: Personal weapons, no forerunner weapons to start

• Item: MA5D, or the assault rifle. Modyfied with a suppresor and a recon sight
• Item: M6C/SOCOM. Basically a suppressed varient of the magnum.
• Item: Covenant energy dagger worn on his right wrist.
• Item: Standard UNSC combat knife worn on the front of his armor.

Armor: Black ODST armor with an ONI issued recon helmet.


History: Marcus was born on the inner colony, Mars. His father was an engineer and his mother was a teacher, neither had ties to the military and both encouraged university. He was born before the human-covenant war started. He grew up in a time of fear, because of the insurrectionists. Marcus and his friends grew thinking they'd all join the Marines together to help humanity fight off the rebels, but that all changed when Harvest campaign began.

The five-year campaign on harvest passed quickly for Marcus. By the time he was a teenager, other human worlds had begun to fall to the covenant. His neighbors we're joining the military, as all branches needed recruits. His parents kept their jobs, as they were required to keep their modern society afloat. However, Marcus had decided he would join the marines. By the time he was 18, the outer colonies had fallen and he was in boot camp. Flash forward a couple years, and he was marine force recon fighting alongside ODSTs and Spartans. Eventually, he became ONI reconnaissance, a well equipped, highly trained group of soldiers responsible for gathering information in some of the most dangerous places of the war.


Character Quote: Something they say a lot or live by
Anything Else:

Name: Kax
Titles: sniper,(ex)major
Aliases: Fire-Feathers
Age: 39
Species: Ruutian Kig-yar
Planet of Origin: High Charity
Gender: Male


Height: 190 centimetres
Weight: 90kg
Appearance Description: Kax possesses the large pale eyes of most of his race and also has fairly tanned scaly skin, in the place of the typical plume of feathers, however (which to this day he insists were the best feathers in his fleet) is a rather sad set of small black,burned 'spines' sticking about a centimeter out of his head.
Day To Day Attire: In his downtime Kax prefers to wear rather simple silken fabrics, however as they are generally not available he wears a short-sleeved top with black leggings, albeit this is just what he wears under his combat equipment. Where possible he would rather any kind of clothing that would cover his lack of plumage.
Strengths: Max of 3

• Competent climber-easily able to scale most ledges and steep slopes and has experience using grapples to climb vertical surfaces
• Stealthy-is able to move relatively quietly and good at avoiding detection
• Twitchy eye-always keeping an eye out for new developments on the battlefield and more capable of picking out important details

Weaknesses: Minimal of 3

• Pyrophobic-deathly afraid of fire and will often flee the moment he sees it employed in any way,also has to a dislike of explosives
• Frail-like all jackals Kax has a frail skeletal structure which leaves him far more vulnerable to blunt force
• burned plumage-Due to the loss of his feathers Kax is often looked down upon,mocked or outright dismissed by others of his race, especially females

Cynical * Snarky * Compatriotic * Self-conscious

Sexuality:Heterosexual
Relationship Status:Single
Personality: Kax is a veteran of the human-covenant war, this has led him to become incredibly suspicious of most races involved in the war, especially the brutes and humans who were prime causes for much of the suffering in his life. In addition to his distrust, the shattering of the covenant broke what little faith he held in the great journey, leaving him in something of a limbo in terms of his spirituality which even to this day he hasn't really attempted to fix. Overall the war has caused Kax to develop great suspicion and distaste of others while also making him incredibly wary of those with lofty promises and unrealistic ideas.
Despite his cynical view of others, Kax can grow very attached to those he fights with and often becomes protective of those he has begun to forge something of a bond with on or off the battlefield, even going as far to go against the greed found in most of his race on occasion and offer financial aid to those who need it.
Due to the loss of his feathers, an event to Kax that would be comparable to being castrated, Kax feels inferior to most of his fellow Kig-yar and will usually attempt to make himself as small as possible when interacting with those who are part of his race. He has given up on any hopes of starting a family as he does not believe he could ever attract a mate and is resigned to the fact that he will most likely die in battle even after the end of the human-covenant war.
Habits: Minimal 2

• When feeling particularly self-conscious or nervous Kax will raise one of his hands to his head and begin to stroke the burned remnants of his once great feathers
• When attempting to take a shot Kax will often lick his tongue along his teeth

Hobbies: Intaking large amounts of narcotics, strategic 'board' games of any variety
Fears: 3 real fears that make your character unhinged

• (as previously mentioned) pyrophobia-fire and to a lesser extent explosives
• The concept of being utterly and completely alone
• Forerunner structures

Likes: 6 minimal

• Recreational drugs
• Company (even if not particularly wanted)
• Out-witting/out-manuevering others
• The sound of covenant ships/vehicles
• Huragok
• Travelling through slip-space

Dislikes: 6 minimal

• Humans
• Unngoy
• Jiralhanae
• The Great Journey/The Covenant's Religion
• Human ships (aka floating piles of trash)
• Spending too much time planetside

• Skill: Dexterity- Due to having hollow bones like other jackals Kax is able to move at far higher speeds than other races which also allows him to evade attacks more easily
• Skill: Extraordinary vision- Thanks to his sharp eyes, ears and nose Kax is able to detect things far more easily, in addition to this he is incredibly twitchy and always on the alert for new threats
• Skill: Talons- Several sharp claws adorn Kax's hands and feet, making him almost as deadly in melee combat as he is at a range
• Skill: Expert Marksman- Kax is an accomplished sniper, having served as one for the majority of the human covenant war and during the great schism
• Skill: Sneaky- Kax is capable of slipping through enemy lines fairly unnoticed and always seems to be able to remain hidden for extended periods of time very well.
• Skill:Adept Climber- so long as he has some kind of grapple or rope handy, Kax is easily able to scale most vertical inclines, even without any kind of grapple he is able to navigate his way up rough ledges or harsh mountains

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Possessions Generally in Room:

• Item: Storage safe- simply a safe place to store his precious spoils after a mission, whether awarded to him or stolen off the battelfield
• Item:Some kind of narcotic dispersal aid (scifi bong of some kind) - after a battle Kax loves to wind down using one of his many dearly loved narcotics, not having one would lead to much irritation from the jackal
• Item:A mintaure ship replica (preferably seraph or phantom class ships)- despite not being a pilot, Kax enjoys the design of covenant craft, if it can reproduce the rather pleaant hum then all the better

Weapons: Personal weapons, no forerunner weapons to start

• Item: Type-51 Carbine - not quite the sniping powerhouse Kax is used to but a capable long ranged sniper that fires rounds of radioactive projectiles semi-automatically will be enough to make heads roll
• Item: Type-56D Needler - a automatic side-arm able to explode violently if sufficent crystals enter the targets body leading to a gruesome mess.

Armor: Jackal shield+ typical sniper jackal armaments


History: Kax was born on High Charity in 2518, naturally this meant his life would be dominated by the Human-Covenant war and was quickly enlisted into the military upon reaching maturity where he served in the Prophet of Regret's own Fleet of Sacred Consecration and various other minor fleets before this (including Thel Vadamee's Fleet of Particular Justice during the fall of Reach before being reassigned).
During the Fall of Reach, Kax was deployed in the city of New Alexandria where he served under one of the brute chieftains tasked with obliterating the city, this was not to Kax's tastes at all as he personally thought the brutes were lousy apes with no right to be ordering him around. During this time during a combat engagement with UNSC forces, Kax was almost struck by a napalm grenade, the majority of the napalm was deflected off of his shield however his upper head and plumes were not covered and quickly burned off. After some agony, the napalm was removed from the jackal's smoldering head only after the brute commanding him physically ripped the burned feather's off of the kig-yar's head. Naturally, Kax's fellow jackals quickly began to mock his lack of feathers and gained the not so affectionate nickname of 'fire feathers'. After this rather traumatic even Kax demanded to be reassigned and retrained as a sniper to avoid such situations (and to avoid as much mockery as possible), after some time he was reassigned and served as a fairly competent sniper until the Great Schism.
At the beginning of the Great Schism, Kaz happily betrayed his old Jiralhanae allies who had so brutally emasculated him essentially in front of his peers and effectively executed several brutes stationed on the arc from his crows nest once the fighting begun, to then flee with the small group of Sangheili he had rescued and ended up joining the rather strange group led by the Arbiter. When ONI approached his higher-ups about requiring a group of soldiers, apparently the now grizzled and somewhat cynical kig-yar veteran was ideal for whatever the hairless apes had install for him.


Character Quote: "Damn apes ruin everything, my perfect plumes, the covenant and their own planets."
Anything Else:

Name: Zertus
Titles: N/A
Aliases: N/A
Age:30
Species: Jiralhanae (Brute)
Planet of Origin:Dosiac
Gender:Male


Height: 9ft
Weight: 1400lbs
Appearance Description: Zertus is, in every sense of the word, imposing. He's built like a brick wall with legs, and is covered with a multitude of scars from the wars he has waged. Some are from battles with other Jiralhanae, others the UNSC, and still others from the war against the Sangheli, he bears them all with pride, eagerly retelling how he got his memorable ones. Confidence, and arrogance, is etched into everything he does. He is a Jiralhanae, a peerless warrior. He will show deference to no one. A mocking sneer is almost always on his face, as he believes himself to be superior to almost everything. Certainly everything and anything that is not another Jiralhanae, and even then he believes it would take an extremely powerful member of his race to prove his better. To further show this innate superiority, Zertus keeps his gear and himself almost impeccably groomed whenever he can, making as clean of a Jiralhanae as one can get.
Day To Day Attire: Zertus is almost never out of his power armor. The war against the Sangheli has taught him to always be ready for an attack, and he is always prepared. On the rare occasion he is not in his armor, he tends to wear the simple leather garments his people are known for, just keeping modesty.
Strengths: Max of 3

• CQC: Zertus thrives in close quarters combat. With his massive frame, great strength, and ruthless brutality, he's practically a force of nature.
• Experienced Warrior: Zertus has been fighting for essentially his entire life. He knows war and battle almost better than he knows himself.
• Unexpected Cunning: Due to his demeanor and appearance, most people expect Zertus to be a foolish brute, easily fooled and lacking in intelligence. He is not. He would have died a long time ago if he had been as foolish and blindly aggressive as others of his race.

Weaknesses: Minimal of 3

• Stealth: Nothing of Zertus' 9ft tall, 1400lb body is designed to move quietly. He's like a blind, enraged, bull in a china shop.
• Diplomacy: If you send Zertus to be the head of negotiations, you either expect them to fall apart almost immediately, are planning to have him kill the opposing negotiators, or have a really bad sense of humor. Maybe all three.
• Ranged Combat: If Zertus can't close the distance, his threat to you is greatly diminished.

Extremely Arrogant* Complete Lack of Conscience and Empathy* Dependable* Wrathful

Sexuality:Heterosexual
Relationship Status:Single
Personality: Zertus practically oozes arrogance, the kind that only the very foolish and the very skilled exude. He's so sure of his superiority that it's almost inconceivable to him that there can be others better than he is. This is partially simply because of who he is, and partially because of his birth race. Jiralhanae as a whole are arrogant and Zertus embraces that facet of his race fully. Because of that arrogance, and the losses of his past, Zertus has no conscience and is completely incapable of empathy. There is nothing that will stop him from achieving his goals, and he feels nothing for the suffering of others. Your weaknesses are your problems in his eyes, and he will not be burdened by them. While not going quite so far as to abandon allies in the heat of combat to their fates (provided saving them doesn't compromise the mission), as he knows that is a good way to end up being betrayed, if you go to him for sympathy at best you will be met with icy indifference, at worst malicious mocking.

Zertus has inherited the easy rage of his race, and embraces it, but keeps it controlled. Too many of his brethren have lost their temper, given into the rage, and only gotten killed as it made them make foolish mistakes. Zertus keeps his rage in check. Nurses it, grows it, and waits for the proper moment to release it. His wrath unchained is a sight to behold, and usually spells the end for whatever he releases it upon.

Habits:

• Zertus has an expended, broken, energy sword hilt on his person at all times. He believes it is a totem that protects him. He rubs it whenever he is about to enter battle or feels he could use some extra luck and protection.
• Zertus often hums to himself. It's never a specific song, just music and rhythms he's heard through his long life.

Hobbies: Zertus studies military history of the galaxy, particularly human, as often as he can.
Fears: Note: Zertus smothers all of his fear with rage, hiding behind the fury

• Hunters: Something about the colony of worm creatures ignites a deep fear in Zertus.
• Deep Water: Zertus can't swim, or float, so the idea of being trapped in a deep water scares him.
• Self Weakness: Zertus is terrified of becoming weak and crippled, a burden that can't even take care of himself.

Likes: 6 minimal

• Challenge in Battle
• Weapons
• War History
• Meat, particularly uncooked
• Vehicles
• Flying

Dislikes: 6 minimal

• Sangheili
• Spartans
• Cowardice
• Weakness
• Vegetables
• Indirect talk and double speak

A listing of skills, such as Ghost driving, and natural abilities, such as night vision or enhanced strength

• Skill:Enhanced Strength Born on Dosiac and used to its much higher gravity, and having been building his strength for decades, Zertus is stronger than most other creatures and fully capable of using it to demolish opponents.
• Skill:Enhanced Smell Zertus has a high sense of smell and uses it for limited tracking and defense against ambushes.
• Skill:Vehicular Combat Zertus knows how to operate all of the land vehicles of the Covenant, and can use them effectively in battle.
• Skill:Covenant Weapons While much preferring the Mauler and the Gravity Hammer, Zertus is skilled at using all of the weapons of the Covenant
• Skill:Power Armor Zertus is extremely comfortable in Jiralhanae power armor and knows how to use it to it's best ability.

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Possessions Generally in Room:

• Trophies: Zertus has collected at least one trophy from each type of worthy enemy he and his tribe have slain, organizing them with great care in the room provided to him by ONI. These represent his last true possessions in the world, and his last connection to his tribe, and he is very proud and protective of them. There are, in no particular order: Helmets from a UNSC Marine, an ODST, and a Spartan, a Jackal Energy Shield and a broken Needle Rifle, pieces of armor from each color of Elite, a gravity hammer head, and a piece of Hunter armor.

Weapons: Personal weapons, no forerunner weapons to start

• Item:Mauler (2x)
• Item:Gravity Hammer

Armor: Jiralhanae Power Armor.


History: For most of Zertus' life, he has been at war. From fighting amongst his peers in his tribe, to serving the Covenant in its genocidal campaign against humanity, to the war against the Sangheili, he has been fighting for what seems his entire life. And that suits him just fine. He is of the Jiralhanae, and he is built for war. It is what he is good at, perhaps the only thing he is good at, and he embraces it fully. The galaxy is ruled by the strong, and the Covenant is the strongest entity in it.

At least, that's what he thought, until he joined the Human-Covenant war and fought in all the wars after. Despite many victories and exterminations of the humans, they began to turn the tide of the war. Their Spartans were forcing the Covenant forces back, dragging victory from the jaws of defeat. For the first time in his life, the Covenant was showing signs of weakness, of failure. Many of his people, himself included, blamed the Sangheili for this. When the enemy's back was against the wall and they were fighting as hard as they could, as desperately as they could, there was no room for rules and honor. There was only room for victory, and the Sangheili were holding themselves and the Covenant back.

One of Zertus' proudest days would be when the remaining Prophets saw that truth for themselves, and replaced the Sangheili with the Jiralhanae. Of course, the Sangheili couldn't just accept that. They revolted in uprising against what the Prophets had proclaimed, and attempted to destroy the Covenant it, going so far as to side with the humans. Thus, it was with great glee that Zertus and his tribe took their revenge upon the Sangheili that battled against the Covenant, and the last Prophet. It would all be in vain, as the Sangheili would use the distraction caused by the Flood to kill the Prophet and his guards. With the Prophets dead, the holy city destroyed, and the Covenant shattered, Zertus and his tribe did the only thing they knew; They continued waging war against the Sangheili, determined to keep their conquests going. Of his tribe, Zertus was the only one to be disillusioned with the 'Great Journey' promised by the Prophets. They had been wrong. At every step the Covenant's attempt to enact the Great Journey had been stalled or outright denied entirely, and the Prophets themselves were dead. The Forerunners were no Gods. They could not even protect their own worshipers.

Zertus instead put his faith in the old ways of the Jiralhanae, of totems and power residing in them. Specifically, he put his belief in the totem of a broken energy sword hilt. He had been holding it, intending to use it as his latest trophy as he and members of his tribe flew back from a successful raid on a Sangheili settlement, when their ship was shot down. Zertus was the only survivor, coming to consciousness with the broken energy sword still in his hand. This was proof of its power, and he has kept it with him ever since.

The war against the Sangheili only took a turn for the worse, as the infrastructure that the Jiralhanae had relied on to keep their extreme focus on war running had disappeared or collapsed, with no means of truly utilizing the technology left behind by the collapse of the Covenant to feed themselves or build up their homes, Zertus and his tribe were left to constant raids and slaughters against the Sangheili that they could find. This provoked and enraged the Sangheili, and it was only a matter of time before they found where his tribe was and enacted their retribution.

Zertus awoke one day to the sounds of Banshees screeching overhead and destruction being rained down upon his village. Grasping his Gravity Hammer he raced out of his home to meet the enemy, only to find there was on enemy to meet. The Sangheili had destroyed what little aircraft his tribe had had first, and were now systematically destroying everything and killing everyone. Zertus and his fellows tried to fight back with what they could, but there was little good their weapons could do against aircraft. The last thing he saw before a bomb sent him flying backwards and into unconsciousness was his tribe being slaughtered, and his village destroyed.

Zertus woke a few hours later, once again the only survivor of the attack. His totem was powerful, at the very least. He needed to find the Sangheili that had done this, and bring bloody vengeance to them for it. He didn't care that they had done it this way, he and his tribe would have, and had before, done it the same way. It was simple strategy. He just wanted to avenge his tribe or die trying, as the ways of his people dictated. With no means of leaving the planet he was on, he sent out a distress signal with what little technology he had left, waiting for someone to arrive.

That was how he ended up in the Service of ONI. They responded to his call, and promised him to find the ones who had killed his tribe in return for his services. It was the best chance he would have, and Zertus agreed, albeit begrugdingly. Now he waits for them to tell him where the Sangheili are, and plans for his revenge.