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Subject: Halo: Heretic or Hero?-----------------

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lmao, they have no idea what they were missing... but sarge, there is one reason why i don't like this story, IT GIVES ME NECK CRAMPS WHEN I READ!!! grrr... i hate your awesome story...

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  • 11.10.2008 6:27 PM PDT

Posted by: Sergeant Murph
Thank you for reading that far haha... you wouldn't imagine the number of people that read the first two sentences before getting bored and running to the Halo 3 Forum.


Better they don't read it than read it and post drivel about how they think it's stupid. Enjoyed the last chapter a lot. Keep up the good work.

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Posted by: Sergeant Murph
Thank you for reading that far haha... you wouldn't imagine the number of people that read the first two sentences before getting bored and running to the Halo 3 Forum.




Better they don't read it than read it and post drivel about how they think it's stupid. Enjoyed the last chapter a lot. Keep up the good work.

so true, so true...



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  • 11.10.2008 6:32 PM PDT

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yeah, but think about it, people could just go online instead of buying the book...
also, yeah, sarge always leaves us hanging, if he doesn't i might just be disappointed... and about the upside downthing, i might just have to try that...

  • 11.11.2008 4:43 PM PDT
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MAOR ST0RzYs NAO!!!!!!!!!!


Jk

but seriously, I want that story NAO.

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awesome awesome awesome

mo' fo' sho' PLZ! :)

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READ FIRST PLEASE! Please stop sending me Group invitations, it's not that I don't appreciate it it's just not going to work out for me considering the variables, Time zone differences, Mentality, motivation etc, Thank you for your consideration, Rtma Eros Paragon out.

Wow, i just checked this topic out (Cause it was Sangheili Related) and i immediately enjoyed the story from the perspective of a Sangheili (Elite), Nice Job I really appreciate it from there point of view.

  • 11.12.2008 6:21 PM PDT

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yeah, but think about it, people could just go online instead of buying the book...
also, yeah, sarge always leaves us hanging, if he doesn't i might just be disappointed... and about the upside downthing, i might just have to try that...
I have found that readinjg upside-down with a lap-top is a very dangerous idea for the machinery or your head... still fun though ;)


In relation to the story, Sol is one lucky matha-f**ka, He fell from a hight could kill anything while technicaly on fire... yeah, he should be dead...


Hmmm, from the beginning a certain game I've played, a certain John 117 falls from even higher (while) cruising in at an amazing speed. From a certain level after that, I found that John 117 lived to tell the tale...

But yes, perhaps Sol should be dead. That's just the way the cookie crumbles...

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Posted by: Sergeant Murph
Posted by: CLP99th
Posted by: crazy brat10
yeah, but think about it, people could just go online instead of buying the book...
also, yeah, sarge always leaves us hanging, if he doesn't i might just be disappointed... and about the upside downthing, i might just have to try that...
I have found that readinjg upside-down with a lap-top is a very dangerous idea for the machinery or your head... still fun though ;)


In relation to the story, Sol is one lucky matha-f**ka, He fell from a hight could kill anything while technicaly on fire... yeah, he should be dead...


Hmmm, from the beginning a certain game I've played, a certain John 117 falls from even higher (while) cruising in at an amazing speed. From a certain level after that, I found that John 117 lived to tell the tale...

But yes, perhaps Sol should be dead. That's just the way the cookie crumbles...

;)



This game you speak of eludes me.

  • 11.14.2008 2:50 PM PDT

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Chapter Nine

One Less Friend

I didn’t sleep for one minute that night.

What were they hiding from me? A cold feeling crept through me. Even as I tried to stop it, it was as if it was invincible. The thought slid through my very heart.

What if they were against me?

No. Not Anderson. Never. But then what were they hiding? Only an hour ago, I had been so confident that they were my friends, and they would always look after me. They were my family when all else failed.

Or were they.

I groaned with the awful feeling that I might not know until it was too late. I sat up in the dirt, gazing at all the sleeping bodies around me. I noticed Kari shiver in his sleep for a moment. When he rolled over and I saw his face, there were tears streaking down his cheeks. When he noticed me looking at him, he hastily threw his face into the dirt again. Too late.

I walked over and crouched beside him, resting a hand on his shoulder. I was beginning to like Kari, the way he had told his stories of hardship and survival. He was probably just scared to be around such new people… me, more likely than not.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m sorry,” he choked, looking guilty. His tears dripped from his face and sank into the dirt below.

“Sorry for what?” I asked patiently.

“I…I…I…” He didn’t finish. Instead, he started bawling, tears leaping out of his eyes. The rest of us were woken.

Burns rushed over. “What’s the matter?”

He looked around, as if searching for something.

“What’s all the commotion about?” Anderson asked, plopping down next to Burns. I examined him again: he sure didn’t look like an enemy.

Burns was about to speak when his voice was drowned by a powerful buzz of a gravity propulsion drive. Kari’s eyes suddenly lit up. The tears seemed to melt away as his face twisted into a sour grin.

I whirled around: a shadowed Phantom drop ship emerged from beyond the mountains, spotlights illuminating the hills. Four Banshees screamed around it, hovering slowly forward. I spun around again.

“The fire! Put out the fire!” I commanded. If they saw the campsite, we would be finshed.

Sanchez stomped on the flame with his leather boot. Nothing. He tore away as the fire pierced the leather.

“Do we have any water?” I asked frantically, keeping one eye on the ship that was searching for us.

Anderson nodded and scrambled to his feet. Kari extended a hand out and grabbed him by the cuff, holding him back. The grin had been replaced by a look of madness. The wretched look on his face told me that something was long.

“You won’t be needing to put out da fire,” he said, chuckling to himself. What was going on? Why was he acting so strange? He released the cuff and let all eyes focus in on him. He sat up.

An SMG was in his lap.

I dove to the side as a volley of bullets sprang forward at me. I felt white hot projectiles skim the back of my neck. Kari, lacking strength, lost control of the gun, whipping it around the circle of people. Each ducked in unison. Hunter leaped at the mad refugee. Three stray bullets slammed into his chest. He gasped and fell backwards into the dirt.

Kari laughed maniacally, unloading another magazine of bullets around, banking off rocks and ground. I kicked out my feet and rolled backwards.

“Take cover!” Anderson yelled, hoisting Hunter on to his back. Kari turned to face him, fire in his eyes. He rested his hand on the trigger.

  • 11.22.2008 6:47 PM PDT

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“Good-riddance!” he exclaimed. How had this shy little boy gone absolutely insane? I burst forward and grabbed hold of his right arm, twisting it back toward his shoulder blade. There was aloud pop. Kari screamed and fell to the ground, dropping the SMG. I shot my leg into his chest, winding him.

“I… I sorry,” he said, tears rushing to his eyes. “Dey said dey would cut off ma arms and legs if I didn’t spy on you.”

I looked at the boy who had almost killed my best friends. He looked at me with such guilt that it was difficult to not feel sympathetic.

But not too difficult.

“Where you’re going, Kari, it will be much worse than losing you’re limbs,” I said blankly. A look of horror wound up on his face. I was about to kick him when I suddenly lost view. My eyes were blinded by bright blue lights. I didn’t run. It was too late.

They had already found us.

One by one, the four Banshees flipped around and started toward us.

“Ready yourself!” Anderson yelled, carrying Hunter over to the Pelican. The weapons were spread out around the campsite in case we needed to protect ourselves. I picked up a Covenant Carbine and sucked in a long, painful breath. Once more I asked myself how I had gotten myself mixed up in this whole thing. My answer was the whine of a Banshee growing closer with every second.

Burns stood beside me, his Battle Rifle in hand. He nudged me.

“Nervous?”

“Must you always ask me that before a battle?”

“Must you always look like that before a battle?”

He had me there.

“Look, we’ll get through this. We always do. We’ll work together on this one.”

I nodded and raised my Carbine. The Banshees were less than twenty yards away now, sweeping through the air and leaving blue vapor trails. What had happened to the days where I was always out of trouble? Had life without death really strayed this far?

The first of the Plasma darted in, vaporizing the dirt ground.

And the battle had begun.

I dove to the side as a fuel rod slammed into the ground where I had been standing. I shuffled back and stood beside Burns.

“Spread out!” Anderson called. I saw him kneel beside Hunter, who was pale. Blood dripped out of his combat jacket from where Kari had struck him.

The four Banshees had unfolded around us. Gun and plasma fire mixed in with each other. Martin produced a Rocket Launcher.

“Heads up!” he yelled. Even though I couldn’t see his face behind the ODST visor, I knew he was grinning. There was a loud thump as the rocket broke loose from its holding place and sprang out at one of the Banshees. The night sky was lit up with a glorious explosion and raining Banshee parts. I almost laughed.

Another, seeing its partner destroyed, the Banshee gracefully flipped around and leapt at Martin, who was reloading the launcher.

Noticing this, I sprinted forward toward him. As the attack ship blazed low, I caught hold of the right wing. I dropped the Carbine and used my spare hand to pry the Banshee door open. As the Brute felt the night air meet him, he twisted the Banshee around again and glared at me. I yelped and swung around the front of the Banshee just as he lunged out and met nothing but air. Somehow, he managed to keep hold of the controls with his other hand. I grabbed a plasma grenade from my belt and slammed my first into the front side of the ship. As we soared over the cliff, I jumped off and landed with a thud on the ground.

The Brute screeched all the way down to the trees below.

The Phantom had dropped eight Brutes, six Grunts and four Jackals. Cholahee, camouflaged, crept behind one of the Jackals and punched it hard in the back. He kicked up the energy shield and turned to me.

“Sol!”

He flipped me the energy shield. I activated it, unveiling the blue light of plasma, illuminating the night. I trudged back into the battle, shield up and ready. A Brute Ultra noticed me and whirled around.

“What have we here? Sangheili scum? Aaah, the more pleasure in ripping your throat out,” he sneered. He slowly started to close in on me. I ripped the old black handle from my belt and activated my Battle Blade, focusing the point on the Brute’s head. He stopped at that and broke out laughing.

“You think that wretched thing is going to protect you? You’ll be dead before you swing.”
“Talking will get you nowhere. You want my head? Take it now,” I challenged. The Brute lunged forward, hairy fingers crumpled into a fist. I lunged at exactly the same time, thrusting the sword and shield forward. Amazingly, he drove himself left and smacked a rock hard fist into my chest. For a moment I couldn’t taste the breath of life. I slid across the ground, right to the edge of the cliff.

The Brute picked up my Battle Blade and ran across the battle field, fire igniting his eyes. I tried to stand, but couldn’t. I felt as if someone had hit me with a tree. I couldn’t even talk anymore. My tries for words came out as horrific squeals and croaks. Everyone was fixed on their own battle. Anderson was tending to Hunter, Burns and Kate were knelt behind a rock, picking off Brutes with their Battle Rifles. The ODSTs, Troy, Martin, and Sanchez were taking on four Brutes, ducking and rolling to the side and avoiding plasma with inimitable agility. Cholahee and Sikanoy were in heated battle with the other three.

My point?

No one was coming to save me.

The Brute leapt into the air, pointing the sword down at me. As he hit his highest point, a blue light latched itself to his face.

A plasma grenade.

I heard the click of the adhesive grenade just before the Brute refracted sideways and away from me. He thumped to the ground and didn’t move.

I looked around for who had thrown the lifesaving grenade. No one. Everyone was still where I’d left them. It was only when I saw the faintest sparkle in the hills that I saw a silver Sangheili in Honor Guard Ultra armor plating that I knew. Suddenly, I had a pained feeling in my stomach and head. There was something about that Elite that I didn’t like. Something felt… similar. All too familiar. The Brutes looked up from their battle. The Grunts jumped up, confused. The Jackals snickered.

“Your prophets have lied to you! They have used you as nothing but toys! And yet, you still allow them to! That, Jiralhanae, is heresy beyond all other.You are the true heretics!” he boomed. “We will give you one chance to turn from a certain death!”

The Captain Major laughed aloud. “We are the prophet’s toys? You Sangheili never saw the intention of our Great Journey until it was too late. Our path to godly hood is one that you will not see,” the Brute crowed, gesturing to the rest of his infantry. “You see these Brutes? They are the true guardians of the Great Journey. They outnumber you in body and in heart. You cannot win this battle.”

The Sangheili held his ground, leaning to one side in relaxation. “Perhaps there are some things the ignorant cannot see.”

  • 11.22.2008 6:48 PM PDT

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Two silver Elites climbed the hill and took their places beside him. Two more stood beside those two. Two more stood beside them and one more pair appeared in the hills. Nine silver Sangheili shone through the night. The Captain was awestruck.

“Kill them!” he yelled out of fear. The leader of the nine yelled something in our native tongue. For Sanghelios. He held out a large steel rod and ignited it. A small electric point appeared at the tip. It was the first time I’d seen an Energy Stave since that day in the tower.
The nine of them charged down the hill as one, absorbing all plasma fire. The leader headed straight for the captain, dodging the Brute Shot grenades as he ran. The captain continued backing up as he shot. Just the thing a coward would do.

I lumbered to my feet and snatched up the Battle Blade. The other eight Sangheili were viciously poking the plasma tip into Brutes, electrocuting them. Every attack was graceful and well planned. Once again, my own team was firing their weapons. Troy rolled a grenade into the pack of Grunts, throwing a ball of flame and limbs into the air. The mysterious silver Elite team pushed through the hordes of Covenant. Soon, it was only the captain remaining. The other eight Sangheili made their way toward him, but the leader waved them off.

“This is my battle,” he claimed. The Brute snickered.

“Your battle was lost long ago, scum. Today may be a defeat, but come two days time, you will be finished. You will finally feel the wrath of the Covenant!” He raised the Brute Shot.
The leader and the Brute circled around each other, each holding their own personal grudge. I tried to push through the crowd to help, but Burns held me back.

“Let them fight it out. No use in interfering,” he said. I nodded reluctantly. As I looked at the silver Elite again, something new fought over me. Confusion? Gratitude?

Hatred?

Yes. That was it. That was exactly it.

The Brute fired his first grenade. The Sangheili dove to the side and rolled back to his feet in a second. He drove in from an angle and waved the stave at the captain’s head. Miss. He ducked just in time, and sliced into the silver armor with the Brute Shot’s bayonet. The leader wailed and fell back to the Brute’s delight.

“Have we a weak one? Ripping you in half will be more enjoyable, then!”

“You won’t win so easy,” the leader retorted, spitting blood into the dirt. He turned for a moment and looked into my eyes. Into my eyes. So we had met before. Confusion was coursing through my body. Why couldn’t I place who this was?

He turned back to the Brute, who spat at him. The Elite growled.

“Time to finish this.”

He lunged forward just as the Brute cracked another grenade, this one aiming for his head. He whipped the stave around and batted it away. The Brute was dumbfounded. He backed away and cast the empty grenade launcher aside. He backpedaled faster and faster until he turned and broke into a full out sprint. Cholahee and Sikanoy grabbed him by the arms and tossed him back into the circle, where the Elite was waiting for him. The Brute yelped as the bottom of the stave smacked against his head. He crumpled and lay on the ground, coughing blood.

The leader lightly kicked the body. Although there was no chance of winning, the Brute rolled over to look at his attacker. Slowly, he croaked out words.

“You have come to save your heir, have you not?” he asked. The leader winced at ‘the heir’. What did that mean?

“I have come to cleanse the shadows within this world, that is my reason.”
The Brute laughed, but quickly stopped as he began hyperventilating. “He’ll know eventually. He’ll find out, one way or anoth…” he didn’t finish. The Sangheili brought the stave down into his chest, igniting him with bolts of electricity. The Brute shuttered and lay still on the ground, smoke rising from his power armor.

There was a long silence, as if no one was sure the Brute was quite dead. Finally, the leader turned to face all of us.

“You are safe, now. We have come to protect you.”

Hunter tried to gather himself, but Anderson sat him back down. Uneasily, he asked “Who is we?”

“Sangheili at their best,” he remarked. He pushed through the crowd and stood before me. Our eyes cut into each other.

“Remember, Solonee?”

The way he said my name triggered millions of dark memories. Death and torture rushed back into my eyes. I saw everything once again. My head was throbbing madly. The world was twisting and blurring, the faces around me seeming invisible. I was drifting into my own world. My own hellhole where I was frozen to the past.

“Rethnee!” I blurted. He shook his head.

“Our days in the lies of the Covenant are over. Call me Reth.”

Anderson rushed over. “You guys know each other?”

“Unfortunately,” I remarked, shooting Rethnee an ugly look.

You’re thinking ‘why do you hate him so much?’ ask yourself this: if there is someone you look up to, imagine if they one day betrayed you. They betrayed you so much your life was never the same again. Would you not hate that person?

“I must explain everything,” he said. I nodded snottily, folding my arms. He turned to the rest of the group. “Where are you making for?”

“The town of Voi,” said Anderson.

Reth nodded. “We can take you there.”

I couldn’t help it; tears overflowed my eyes. This wasn’t just someone who had changed my life. No, this is someone that had broken me in two.

Reth was the very heart of my misery.

Reth was the reason my father is dead.

End Transmission

  • 11.22.2008 6:49 PM PDT
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Good story. The only problem I have with it is the boy. I get the torture and betrayal thing but the SMG took it a little to far.. He was sad that he was about to betray them...He shot him...then he was sad again.

everything else was good I enjoyed the meeting with Rethenee and solonee

  • 11.24.2008 3:22 PM PDT

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didn't see that one coming... good chapter sarge, keep writing and hopefully, you will get it published. and if not, I don't know how old you are, but if you're in highschool or middleschool, print out a few copies and try to sell them to other halo lovers. I'd buy, but the thing is... I read it from this forum... once again, great story.

  • 11.25.2008 6:29 PM PDT

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OMG.

I at loss for words.

  • 11.27.2008 4:58 PM PDT
Subject: Halo: Heretic or Hero?----------------- (Chapter 9)

By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe.

Mornin' Sergeant, you supported my story now its my turn to support yours.
Great plot and beautifully written and anyone who says this is bad deserves a little trip to Banadu.

  • 11.29.2008 11:13 AM PDT
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Wow! I sat here for quite a while reading this whole thing. It is awesome. Good job.

  • 11.29.2008 4:25 PM PDT

By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe.

It should be made a book yeh, it certainly has the potential for one.

  • 11.30.2008 8:12 AM PDT

"Oh, death was never enemy of ours!
We laughed, knowing that better men would come,
And greater wars: when each proud fighter brags
He wars on death, for lives: not men, for flags"

"The Next War"
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i agree or even get someone to make a machinima for it, that would be sweet

  • 11.30.2008 11:08 AM PDT

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i agree or even get someone to make a machinima for it, that would be sweet


Oh, I've attempted that (well, begged for someone to help me without paying them :D)

The thing is, Marines are some of my main characters, e.g Anderson and Burns. I don't really want to use Spartans, because that would kill there entire description. I've had a few fantasies of some kind of animated film, much like a cutscene movie. But that would take years to make, so I guess it's out of the question.

As for being sold, you don't owe me a cent for this. I enjoy writing it, so you can check in every once in a while and read it, free of charge! You know me, honest sailsman Murph.

And, one more big idea crossed my mind in the last few days. You know how the story is called 'The Sangheili Chronicles'? Well, what if, when I end Sol's story at the end of Halo 3, if I start a new story with another Elite in this same thread? I could write about Elites over and over forever! haha, just something I'd put in there.

The next chapter will be out within this week, not sure when though.

Thanks!

~Murph

[Edited on 11.30.2008 6:20 PM PST]

  • 11.30.2008 6:19 PM PDT

By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe.

Elites sure have the most interesting history, thats why I loved Halo 2!
I agree, a machinima would ruin alot of this masterpiece and alot of scenes would be too difficult to make.
Writing is a pleasure and I believe its like a gift back to the community for their endless support and contributions.

  • 12.01.2008 10:00 AM PDT