- Sergeant Murph
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- Noble Legendary Member
IMPORTANT!!! This story is being completely redone here
-------------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.
Contents: (Now easy to navigate!)
Prologue
Adrift
Frontline
I'll Stay in the Car
Hide & Seek
We're not that Sneaky Anyway
Since You Been Gone
Sweet Dreams (Same page)
We Must Protect this House...Better
Reunion
Please Refrain from Touching the Bomb
Fashionably Late
Finale: Please Die faster
Fair Fight... Sorta
Conclusion: The Honor Guard
After Word
--------------Prologue--------------
I Regret Nothing
I admit to myself now that I was a coward, afraid to face the greatest warrior alive. My mind was seemingly frozen. All I did in that tower 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. Things were hard enough as it was for myself. Dying was out of the question. My intent was no longer to protect Regret, but to flee, to save my own life from a painful death.
"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 saw him wince in pain, surprised by the Demon's quick assault.
"Guards!" he croacked, "Kill the Demon!"
As he said this, two Honor Guards, who shared the same image as me, red armored with gold attachments on their heads and arms, hurdled over dead bodies, swinging their swords at their Prophet's assassin.
Both were viciously slaughtered by the Demon, shot to death with a powerful human weapon. They bled uncontrollably on the surface.
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 from the top. Watching my religion being defeated. My options were shattered. What was I supposed to do?
I ran.
I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, across the room, ignoring other Honor Guards who sprinted past me, giving me a suspicious look. I ventured past the Prophet and Demon, and up the stairs to the exit.
"Coward! Coward!" bellowed a grunt, bleeding all over. I saw the sadness in his face, that look that said 'I'm going to die. It's over'
I shoved my lesser aside, not even thinking about his emotions, or anyone elses, for that matter.
I continued running for only a moment until I felt something I hadn't felt for a long time. Something that really got my attention. Something that made me stop and breath.
I felt the Holy Prophet of Regret's eyes on my back. I could feel his helpless glare as the Demon delivered his final fatal blows. 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.
They never respected me. I won't respect them.
"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 the Prophet of 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. For the first time something had actually gone my way.
I sighed. What had I gotten myself into?
Unlike most others, I didn't want to join the Covenant. Of course, I never told anyone this, in fear of what others would think. It was not my choice, but the choice of the Hierarchs, who had come to our planet, demanding another loading of Sangheili warriors. Our race had been a part of Covenant Hierarchy for some time then, while I was only young. Soon after I was told I would experience the war up close, my father was killed as a result of rebelling against the Prophets about loading the young Sangheili. That was when I lost everything, and was sentenced to serve Regret.
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. Some were listening, many were upset and screaming.
" 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 armored Elite Major. I acted normally, avoiding the fact that I wasn't actually a major.
"Yes sir,"
The Sangheili take full responsiblity for the assassination. Any remaining members of the battle will be punish...
"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 nodded, trying to be as polite and agreeing as possible. Who knew what would happen if he found out?
Suddenly, we both stopped. He turned his head slwoly until he was facing me. "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 surely be executed. It had to be kept secret.
"The other side of the station," I said without thinking, hoping he would believe me. I could feel my heart racing as he squinted for a moment, looking hard into my eyes as I did the same to his.
to my relief, he nodded, and continued walking. I followed.
I followed him down a series of hallways, accompanied by many other Elites, Brutes, Grunts, and Jackals. All of them carried weapons, tightened their armor. We then turned left, as all others turned right, and walked down one blank hall. Finally we arrived at the Armory.
I looked at him, baffled. What was this all about?
"The Humans have taken several outposts on our ring. Grab your weapons, get ready for combat," said the officer, then he left the room swift and quick, leaving only me with my mouth wide open, staring at the weapons in awe. I lifted my head to the heavens.
"Ugggghhhhhhhh," I groaned "After all of what I've just been through, he wants me to fight?"
I looked carefully at the weapon choices. Plasma Rifles and Pistols, Needlers, Carbines, and many other weapons. Just the thought of firing a shot at the enemy made me cringe. The only times I had ever actually fired were in training. I took a Plasma Rifle and a Needler anyway, putting them both on my belt as I left the room.
Retracing my footsteps, I made my way back to the hangar, and climbed on board one of the docked Phantoms, already accompanied by many others.
I eyed one Ultra, decked out in shining silver armor. I watched him shove an Unggoy aside as he took it's spot. The Grunt didn't think to rebel for a moment, as the Ultra had an intimidating, frightening look in his eyes.
He looked over at me for a moment. I nearly tripped and fell when our eyes met.
It was going to be quite a ride.
End Transmission
[Edited on 06.24.2009 1:52 PM PDT]