They have been mentioned a few times in my other Kig writing, so here is the special item of the drug traffickers the Spice Sisterhood!

The images linked are not mine, they belong to Infinity Ward, but they served as inspiration a perfect example of the general shape and gear of what would be charging at you at Kig-Yar speed. Perhaps with a ranged weapon or throwing grenades. Just imagine the helmet is more beak shaped with a leaner form :>

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Sisterhood Prows and Figureheads
Influenced by Call of Duty's Ghosts Maniac Juggernaut, the Sisterhoods druggy ways and dislike of Males, and the idea of giving them a unique 'weapon' of their own like the other clans have.

If the names are a bit weird to you;
A Prow is the front of a ship - the first thing to meet the waves or an enemy vessel, and in ye olden days was often adorned with a Figurehead carved or attached into it. These were sometimes mermaids or other mythical figures but tended to be a way for the boat builders to express themselves. And the other definition of a Figurehead is also apt here, but I'll leave that for you to look up.

Name: Prow. Aka as 'Spicemen', 'Running Debt', 'Their problems are now yours', and 'Our Prow-d crewmen' to name a few of the almost hundreds clever Sisterhood officers have come up with.

Picture:
An example of a high ranking Figurehead caught on Covenant security cameras charging through a firebomb attack throw from the Kig-Yar behind them. This is widely circulated through Kig-Yar channels by the Sisterhood to spread fear. These images however are highly skilled Figureheads, the Prow armor is not often as nice as this.
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Description:
'No fear, no pain, no life - only drug crazed rage.'

One of the better known Sisterhood 'soldiers'. An all male group of lost souls; drug addicts, debtors, and prisoners. These are kept on a steady cocktail of drugs, stimulants, and other controlling substances to keep them chomping at the bit with barely contained rage and extreme strength. Until it is time for them to be unleashed. When that time comes they are suited up in thick special Kig-Yar armor which their boosted bodies still let them sprint in, before sealed inside a gasmask helmet to keep the infusions surging into their lungs. And then its just a matter of letting them go, to stab and maim and kill all of the Sisterhoods enemies and likely die - a job well done.

Even if the Prow survives the current battle the Rumble drugs they are stuffed with before often leave them paralyzed, braindead, or a jibbering wreck to be disposed off. A complete disregard for their tools because they can always find more.

There are several 'variants' of the Prow gear, but many of them are only given melee weapons when set lose. The exceptions will be lower.

Basic;
The base line Prow, armored and given blades or blunts to swing at anything in their way until they finally collapse.

Bomb;
A more rare version often saved for none ship related tasks but some armor is removed to instead rig them with an explosive backpack. No need to fear of that being shot because the Prow knows no fear. And once the bomb detects zero life signs or after the Sisterhood officer sees a good time the bomb is detonated to create more chaos.

Shielded;
The rarest version generally saved for the exceptions, These are given a very human like shield generator on their backs to let them shrug off even more punishment. This allows them to hit and run extremely effectively so it is even more so saved for those Prows who retain their mind to make maximum use of them.

These exceptions are very rare as they are the Males that have volunteered to be a Prow and showed that they can be successful. These 'Figureheads' are often the personal Guards of high ranking Sisterhood officers and still have their mind. They live on a daily dosage of performance enhancing drugs and still have a super dose for combat but this dosage keeps them alive and sane. Just strong and fast. These often carry firearms in addition to melee weapons as well as grenades. To be some of the finest shock troops the Kig-Yar have ever produced. Even T'vaoan Champions struggle to keep up with these warriors. That is until the drug use and muscle strain finally catch up to the Figureheads, giving them a much shorter lifespan than Champions. The flame that burns twice as bright and all that.

Besides the truly lost however Prows still maintain enough survival instincts and sight to tell friend from foe. This also causes them to look for better ways to murder, and while only given a simple weapon they are always on the lookout for dropped weapons during their charges. Despite a lot of them being individual units without ever seeing other Prows small weapons are often picked up. SMGs, Plasma rifles, and Jiralhanae Spikers taken the most. After this are 'shock weapons' - Shotguns of Human or Kig-Yar make, Brute Shots, and if possible Energy Swords. Several Figureheads have an impressive collection of Kig-Yar, Covenant, and Human weaponry. And none more Impressive than the current right Claw of the Spice Queen - his name unknown as he has never been seen without his mask on but how he uses his two looted Sangheili energy daggers on his wrists has many assume he was once a Gel. Scandalous to be sure as Gel is the Sisterhoods most hated enemy.

The armor of the Prows and Figureheads are made of the same material however, specially made by the Sisterhood to be recyclable so they can just suit up another Male in it to use in their charges. The Prow armor is much less uniform and slick than the Figurehead but both of them are made out of a very dense rubber like material. Able to absorb both bullets (most of the time) and takes awhile for plasma to burn through it. And should the Prow die the armor is stripped, melted down in a bit pot, and then poured into new armor molds to return to the fight. However the more experienced a Prow the better protection they get. The most basic is just this shaped dense rubber. But as the skill and desire to keep the tool sharp increases metal inserts are added, hard plastic coatings added over the rubber, and padded body suits under it to make a very tough suit of armor. A heavy one to be sure, more so than T'vaoan combat armor, but weight is of little concern to the stimulant infused muscles of the Prows. This armor is rarely vacuum rated but there have been examples of that throughout history, just not often as running fast isn't that helpful in space.

Their helmet however is pretty much the same throughout the ranks as it is what keeps them going. A thick ship grade plastic face mask with a gasmask stuffed into the Males mouth. Helmets often worn as part of the mask just with similar enhancements as the ranks increase. The air and infusion tanks for this mask are often enough for around forty minutes of work before it just goes to circulated air. The tanks often on the Prows back unless they are carrying an upgraded suit - and are otherwise on their upper arms, chest, sides, or anywhere else they can be strapped.

Now do you use such a tool however? Strength and speed don't matter much against Sangheili for example and even more so against Jiralhanae as both are frustratingly hard to kill by hitting them with a stick. That however shows a lack of cruel ingenuity that makes you poor Sisterhood Officer material! Prows are often used as a scare tactic against the lower ranked members of an opposing force. Make them break formation by having the Prows sprint at them firing or with weapon raised. This makes the officers distracted by it as well, letting the firearm wielding crewmen or other Prows make their move on the officer. The Prows are just one part of the Sisterhood operations, a spooky effective part at clearing the chaff and causing chaos, but just one part. The Figureheads however often have several strategies to kill the larger enemy species and many have a reputation for it.

It is also important to keep your Prows properly medicated, as they are often drug addicts and prisoners turned to the cause. Running out of drugs and letting them 'dry out' often leads to you needing to dispose of the tool before it turns against you. Not a big issue (most of the time) but just something for all you Officers to keep in mind <3.

Reasoning:
The Spice Sisterhood have come up quite a few times in Kiggle stuff by me and a few other people. And while they are often known as evil drug running slaving murderer rapists they are still kind of nebulous. This, plus Huka rekindling my mind of the Sisterhood (thanks man), made me try to think of a perfect personification of them. And this is the result after being sent a video by a real life friend of him going on a spree with this - dunno why he was still playing Ghosts but the idea of someone sprinting super fast at you with no fear, no self preservation, shrugging off bullets I think would put the fear into anyone.

In essence this shows to me the main Sisterhood ideals as it were; Males are tools to be used, drugs are amazing, we have the power, all of the above will save us while we reap the benefits.

If characters were wanted out of these I would say a Prow would probably be tier 3 due to their strength/speed/combat skills but would likely be a member of the Sisterhood with a NPC handler unless they found a way to escape. And for Figureheads likely tier 5 similar to T'vaoan Champions due to their similar or greater combat skill with similar Sisterhood allegiances.

RP Sample:

Rel Ban - Sisterhood Figurehead
Covenant SDV Heavy Corvette
Starry Night.

The muted explosions and screams were beautiful. A background track for suiting up. All the death edging ever closer before he would join the melee. And the perfect starry vista out the window was just the icing on the cake. Looking away from the beauty to finish strapping his gauntlets on and giving them a tug. They were beautiful too, smooth and black but soon to be stained with blood. He could hardly wait. The two females were just finishing filling up the tanks - they weren't so beautiful. But they did their job. But they didn't relish the combat and the bloodshed. Never got their claws drenched in Unggoy blood. Disgusting.

"Pick up the pace Prow!" The more senior hissed at him but Rel just held up a hand with one talon up, telling them to hold on as he breathed deep and looked back at the window. The stars would bleed tonight. The Sangheili thought themselves so above the other races they may as well be stars.

Turning to face the females proper the Ruuthian almost lazily took his mask from them before sliding it over his beak. His custom blue face shield bathing the room in his favorite color as he took the first breath of this ride. The edges of his vision quickly contorting as the gasses hit him. But with practiced tolerance he breathed steady as his vision cleared - the shapes and colors coming much sharper now and in beautiful blue. It was time. The females moving almost in slow motion as they plopped his helmet on and secured it, weapons by the door before they gave a wave and a pat on the butt.

The Kig-Yar hallway was only a short walk away from the boarding clamp. The wounded crewmen watching it while they were tended too with weapons up. But once Rel was moving towards it they wisely moved aside. The B-R5 held loosely in his left hand as he ran, large bayonet still stained with purple blood from the last raid. A Human M7 across his chest with two extra mags below that, two tubes on each upper arm leading to his mask, and the pièce de résistance on his back. The shield generator that the Cap'n had paid good money for and had already got her use out of it so now it was just bonus. It was time to bring beauty to the Covenant today.

Leaping over the small barrier the Covenant had ereted at the airlock Rel slid past some crewmen holding the line before he was off again. He knew this type of ship well, a former conscript from a vessel just like, and soon he would have it as his own. Repeater still held lightly as he moved pararrel to the Kig-Yar line before a quick jump and a slide had him over the second baracade and below the main firing line. The Unggoy he was sliding toward just hearing a deep ka'chunk before their masks and heads were blow off their shoulders. The Figurehead already on his feet before the re-pumped shell even hit the floor, as well as the smoke TnT he let fall off his belt.

Blue of course.

The smoke quickly filling the small purple hallway as the Sisterhood crew ducked behind the wall to reload and prepared the charge. A symphony of plasma, screams, and bellowing shotgun blasts sneaking out of the smoke before twenty seconds later it dissipated. A short lasting but quick expanding smoke screen. Revealing the Figurehead already sprinting off again deeper into the vessel. The crackles of the shield generator recharging as he ran. He seemed to have been hit in the chest but the scorch mark didn't seem to slow him down as the three Unggoy and two Kigs that had been halting progress lay dead. One Kig decapitated from the bayonet, one with his own knife jammed into his left eye - his hand still on it, and the Unggoy blasted by the R-5. The crewmen quickly following after as the repeated was reloaded.

---- A short montage of shotgun blasts and stabs later ----

The crew was getting a bit winded as they stacked up outside the bridge. The lights had been disabled and the Shades had been donned to protect the Kigs eyes from their own muzzle flashes while still allowing them to see enough. But unlike the normal rank and file raiders who were on each side of the door Rel was right in the middle crouched low like a runner on starting blocks, ready and eager.

Several souls had been given to the stars today. They would congeal and become pretty little specks in the sky for him to enjoy. They died well and would continue to give Rel enjoyment in death. They had managed to hit him too, giving a real show today and now just fleeing in terror. How brave of them. Much brighter stars for them.

The door giving a quiet bing as it started to slide in. Rel looking down at his blood stained mits as the flashes were throw inside. Just the way he liked his hands. A good show of good work.

Bang - bang.

And he was in. The Sangheili cowardly using their consoles as cover. Their eyes gleaming like little jewels as they snarled and fired. But he had already changed direction. The other crewmen quickly charging in after him and opening fire to weaken the shields and distract them. Rel just a blur of blue as he dived over a console, rifle held forward. The bayonet slicing deep into the Minor Jellies chest as he was rode to the ground by the Prow. Pushing off the body sideways as the minor clutched at his sucking chest wound. Several green bolts flashing past his face plate before a flash of brightest blue.

"Hello Captain." Came the errirly calm words from Rel as his momentium carried him right between the Sangheilis legs, pumping as he slid on his back and raised up the rifle again. The Captain spinning around to stab down at his sliding past legs. He was a quick one. The already weakened shield from his slide giving way as Rel curled up his legs, the plasma sword sliding into his left shin and ripping out sideways.

What a shame - that would require the doctor and he hated that bitch.

Continuing the curl the Figurehead rolled backwards with the last of his momentum, primed shotgun held to his chest as he got up on his knees. The Goldie already plunging down toward him again. The shotgun blast at point blank only broke his shields, but that was fine for Rel.

Turning his shotgun sideways he raised it up to be in the way of the sword, holding into the trigger and near the muzzle. As the jelly expected the pitiful Kig-Yar steel barely slowed the sword down, but it was a deep slash, intending to cleave the Kig-Yar in two from head to toe. And all that came from that was a repeater sawed in half, and the bayonet of said rifle now much lighter being driven up into his throat. Although the sword was also down to Rels chest from his left shoulder.

What a shame - not quite fast enough. Must be getting old.

The gold collapsing on top of him a gurgling wreck as Rel just looked up at the crewmen around him as they finished off the rest and made sure none were left. It let him see the stars as well through the viewscreens. And with no lights on it made them very prominent.

It was beautiful.

And then it was all black.