- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
OOC: go easy, by far my worst chapter.
CHATER SE7EN: AUTUMN
A massive, cylindrical object had crashed on Halo about a week ago; leaving a gargantuan ravine in its wake. The object, once referred as the human vessel, Pillar of Autumn ”, was now hanging its sizable bulk precariously off the side of a cliff. The derelict vessel had been abandoned by its former inhabitants, and now belonged to the Covenant.
The sun was already beginning to set as the Spirit ‘Zurree was riding began making its slow approach, creating a beautiful affect. The fading sun caused the desert plateau that the Autumn rested upon to glow bright orange, and the blackened craft itself to glow a bright metallic steel.
The Spirit slowly made its decent, until it was a few feet away from the wreckage, and was hidden in the fading shadow created by the towering Human craft. ‘Zurree exited, along with his two body guard, and the Spirit lifted up, and headed back for the Truth and Reconciliation, and once out of eyesight, ‘Zurree decided to take a look at his surroundings.
The sun’s light was blocked by the bulk of the ship, but ‘Zurree could tell that light was fading fast, and he knew that ‘Xamutee’s wound’s needed more attention or they could become infected. He turned to ‘Mijuree, worry stamped on his features.
“Brother, do you know your way through this derelict?”
He asked, scratching his neck.
‘Mijuree looked at the towering vessel resting before him, and then back to ‘Xamutee, who using him as a support beam of some sorts. Then he turned to ‘Zurree.
“Yes, Although it is no larger then The Truth and Reconciliation, it becomes quite easy to become lost in its halls; it is imperative, your Excellency, that you stay close to me while in this vessel.”
‘Zurree nodded to his subordinate, and ask the other Sangheili hobbled toward the vessel, he couldn’t help but wonder, “ What could be happening at The Truth and Reconciliation?.. Probably curious about the assault…Will they blame me?”
He nearly tripped on a rock, but remained stable thanks to his digitrate feet.
“What if they have meexecuted for ‘Putumee’s mistake?”
His heart became heavier and heavier with every step he took at the thought of wrongful execution…He entered the Autumn through a gaping hole caused by the impact, the other two elites still rather far inside the sub-terranean craft.
It was rather cool inside of the human vessel, but dark, and very cramped, limiting mobilization. He had to weave his considerable bulk through small hallways, past smashed computer screens, and occasionally under doors and through maintenance halls, some of them even too dark for his eyes to see. But he continued following the pair of Sangheili, through derelict cafeterias, a large auditorium sized room labeled ‘Cryo-tubes’, and from there to a small armory. A flood light flickered on, causing ‘Zurree temporary blindness.
“Greetings brothers; I am Gomo ‘Wasulee. Welcome!”
A Stout Sangheili in steel armor stepped into the light, followed by a few others of a multitude of colors. ‘Wasulee noticed the injured ‘Xamutee, looking at him as if he saw him for the first time.
“We will take care of your injured for you, brother. Although we are short of medical supplies.”
There was disdain in his voice as he spoke, his eyes burning holes into the exhausted ‘Mijuree.
“Disgusting! By our Holy Lords, why must we have to care for such vermin? We barely have supplies for ourselves let alone for them[/i].”
He thought, making swift and aggressive, but hardly noticeable mandible movements. Two green elites stepped forward from the shadows, and relinquished the now unconscious ‘Xamutee from ‘Mijuree. ‘Wasulee nodded to ‘Zurree, whose eyes still burned from the intense light.
“Ah, Excellency, welcome to the base. Shall I show you about?”
He asked humbly, grabbing the disoriented Field Master by the proffered hand, he guided him past the light, and into the actual armory itself.
A dim, flickering light was hanging above, but most of the room was shrouded in darkness. The inhabitants had brought some chairs in, and some communication equipment. But, they still hadn’t removed the human weapons, which lined the walls and lay on the floor.
“What the matter? Need more supplies? What your coordinates?...”
In the far right corner, behind a barrier was a rather annoyed Unggoy. He had hooked himself up to one of the numerous communications ‘boxes’ located in all four corners of the room.
“This, is our forward base….for now. Communications are relayed to areas all over the Holy Ring, even to The Truth and Reconciliation, although nothing from the [i]Truth and Reconciliation has come for over ten units..”
‘Wasulee said, talking as if it were a basic protocol to inform new comers of every little function of the ‘base’. ‘Zurree noticed the two empty shade turrets next to the blackened door they had just passed through, and couldn’t help but wonder…
“Why is it that no new communications have arrived from The Truth and Reconciliation? What could be so important that would cause them to cease all communications?..”
He had a bad feeling grow in his gut as he followed Gomo, the feeling growing into a rock hard lump…What could have gone wrong?
Bodies. Mangled corpses. Ripe. Fresh. All delicious. Piled so high, you couldn’t see the floor. The halls of the Truth and Reconciliation were littered with them. Two Lekgolo slammed into the blackened purple walls, spraying orange blood onto the cadavers under them. Two perfectly round holes of about a three foot diameter in their midriffs.
“Nothing can stop me!!”
The massive Juggernaught cackled, decapitating a bold Sangheili that stood in his path. He had escaped, reeking havoc on the populace of the Covenant craft. A platoon of Jackals was marching down the bloodied halls, in a perfect phalanx, right for the behemoth that stood in their path. They all fired in unison, striking their target, searing his flesh, making his skin cry green, acidic blood.
The beast wailed, and was about to lash back when two smaller beasts leapt out from behind him, and fired upon the Kig-Yar, assimilating them with ease.
The two were at one point brothers, now transformed by the parasite; they obeyed and served their shambling master.
‘ what have I told you my Brothers?! Behold, none can stand before us!’
It roared, extending its tentacles up, it pulled the very ceiling down. Blue explosions followed as the Juggernaught leapt onto the next level, where fires were already beginning to start.
‘ Welcome to hell!”