- Sergeant Murph
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- Noble Legendary Member
-------------none of the characters or places in my story that are mentioned in the Halo story belong to me, save for the ones I have created myself-----------------
This story revolves around an Elite Honor Guard that was ignored by all others. Protecting the Prophet of Regret was the only job he knew, that is until his master's incident with the Master Chief. The last thing he expected was to go from guarding a demon in a chair, to becoming the hero he never imagined possible.
These parts may seem exciting or boring, but thats because the fighting starts in Chapter 2. These 2 are kind of explaining the characters feelings.
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I Regret Nothing
I admit to myself now that I was a coward, afraid to face the greatest warrior alive. All I did was watch as the noble Prophet of Regret was being massacred by the Demon. What could I do? Stand and fight as all others of my kind had tried,
and failed?
No. Any attempt to stop the Demon would ruin everything. My intent was no longer to protect Regret, but to flee.
"Scared, Demon? Are you afraid of me? Afraid that I will wipe you and your cursed race from existence?" Bellowed the Prophet, a blinding smile spreading across his face. Suddenly, there was a loud crunch, followed by an irritating groan from Regret. The Demon had landed his fist upon the holy Prophet's face!
I couldn't watch anymore
I crept out from behind the pillar I had been hiding behind, very slowly, so as not to draw attention to myself. Screams from dying Elites could be heard throughout the giant room. Grunts ran around in fear of being slaughtered, Regret and the Demon were battling it out down on the ground floor, and I was watching it all. Watching my race being defeated.
I ran.
I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, across the room, past the Prophet and Demon, and up the stairs to the exit.
"Coward! Coward!" bellowed a grunt, covered in blue blood.
Still I ran.
I ran until I felt something I hadn't felt for a long time. Something that really got my attention.
I felt the Holy Prophet of Regret's eyes on my back. It was like the second he gazed upon my red and gold armor, leaving him in his time of need, he knew that all was lost. I couldn't gather up enough strength to look my master in the eyes.
"Fool," I muttered under my breath. I cast aside my gold attachments and left the room, with Regrets last scream echoing behind me.
Chapter 1
Adrift
For days it haunted me, the death of the Prophet. Would I take the blame for his death, simply because I was the last elite alive that was in that tower? Would Truth have me executed for betrayal against a Covenant Hierarch? What was worse, the only place I could thnk about this was in a lone Banshee, Soaring just above the ring world.
My escape had been out of pure luck, just as the temple was about to be destroyed, I escaped in a Banshee docked on the backside of the building.
I sighed. What had I gotten myself into?
I never wanted to join the Covenant. I had joined out of fear and confusion. I thought the Covenant was a religious group of races that could pray to the mighty gods and listen to sermons together. I never wanted to be part of the bloody war. No, all I wanted now was to be back on my homeworld, before the war with the Humans.
I soon approached High Charity after flying in circles for 3 days. I could already feel the sting of Truth's gaze as I landed in the hanger.
There was much confusion , with several Phantoms taking off, infantry scurrying around, and Truth broadcasting a message over the entire station
" A covenant hierarch was recently attacked by the demon. The Prophet of Regret was indeed...
"You. Major," interupted a SpecOps Officer, "Come with me,"
I gazed around for a moment, looking for the red armored Elite Major that the officer was talking about. I then realized that he was talking to me, simply because without the gold attachments, I looked like a normal red Elite.
"Yes sir,"
The Sangheili take full responsiblity for the assassination. Any remaining members of the battle will be punish...[i]
"I cannot stand the ignorance of that creature. Always blaming our race for everything!" The officer said in a voice that only I could hear.
"I agree. It is most unfair that we were accused of failing our job to protect him." I said, trying to be as polite and agreeing as possible.
Suddenly, we both stopped "Where did you just come from anyway?" He asked, a look of suspicion in his eyes. What was I to tell him? If i told him I was in the tower, I would be killed!
"The other side of the station," I said without thinking, hoping he would believe me.
He nodded, and continued walking.
I followed him down a series of hallways, accompanied by many other Elites, Brutes, Grunts, and Jackals. Finally we arrived at the Armory.
I looked at him, baffled. What was this all about?
"Grab your weapons, get ready for combat," said the officer, then he left the room, leaving only me with my mouth wide open, staring at the weapons in awe. I lifted my head to the heavens.
"Ugggghhhhhhhh," I growned "After all of what I've just been through, he wants me to [I] fight?"
I picked up a Plasma Rifle, a Needler, and 4 Plasma Grenades. I gritted my teeth and walked out the door, angry at myself for not telling the officer the truth, and avoiding another bloody battle. But there was no turning back now. The battle had started, and I had only one thing in mind. Don't Die.
I never predicted what would happen next, never thought about what would happen that next day on Delta Halo.
To be Continued...
[i] End Transmission[i]
Please tell me what you think this was just for fun so I really don't mind if you didn't like it, but I would like to know anyway!
[Edited on 07.28.2008 2:01 PM PDT]