- Sergeant Murph
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- Noble Legendary Member
Chapter 4, part 1
Hide & Seek
Covenant Holy City, High Charity
Ninth Age of Reclamation
"He betrayed us. Betrayed us all. I could tell he was a coward from the moment I stared into his filthy worrying eyes,"
"What are you charging him with?" said an unimpressed Truth, fiddeling with his fingernails.
"Herecy on the highest mark. He aided the Human in wounding me, then left me there to die. But that is not all. Our Sangheili pilots said they spotted an Elite 'held captive' in an enemy vehicle. No doubt he has joined the Humans,"
"Is that all you have?" asked Truth, who could care less about the conversation. What did it matter if one Sangheili joined the Humans?
"No. I have come to a conclusion that he has commited yet another crime recently. Our Commander told us that he had come from the other side of the station in a Banshee, and yet the Banshee's propulsion drive was nearly burned out,"
"What are you trying to tell me?" said the San 'Shyuum Hierarch, losing patience with the conversation.
"He was in the tower with the High Prophet of Regret. He was the one that fled. The last living Honor Guard serving him,"
Truth's eyes widened for a moment, then went back to their normal state, as if the boredom had escaped for a moment, but was then captured. Regret's death hadn't even seemed like a flaw in the plan to him. The Sangheili always went on about the stupidest things, involving their 'honor'. What honor was there in being held responsible for the destruction of a Sacred ring?
"If you're assumption is true, then what do you suggest? I shall not deal with a herecy out of my grasp."
Kovalee looked Truth straight in the eyes. "I shall dispose of the heretic,"
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I waited for the next words to come out of my helmet, but none did. The SpecOps Commander had broken our connection. I held my breath, hoping everything would just go away, waiting for my troubles to crash and burn. I saw myself on Sanghelios, at peace. Home would feel better than heaven at this point.
Anderson had stopped driving when he heard my message. He was calm, as if everything was going to be fine. As if the storm had already passed.
"Seems like you've got a little problem here. Don't worry, I'll protect you from the bad guys," he laughed, seeming as if he didn't care, though I knew, for some odd reason, he did. But why? Why was I even still alive? So I saved him, but he had all the rights to kill me. I assumed he would, eventually, betray me. I didn't blame him either.
Anderson informed me of our plan along the way, mentioning stopping at their base, known to them as the 'BeeHive'. From there, we would arm ourselves properly and storm the Covenant interrogation tower, an idea that I did not approve of. Often, these towers were heavily guarded in fear of being breached.
But what would happen if I was found on the way? I was probably already being searched for. Would I fight, or run?
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The Warthog pulled up against a rock wall. Anderson got out and began to inspect it, feeling every inch of it, stopping every few seconds as if he were looking for something. I could hear him mumbling human curses under his breath, frustrated. Finally, he noddded and pulled on something: It was a handle that was completely camouflaged into the rock wall! In one yank, a door slid open. I looked up at Burns, who grinned back at me.
"Well, you didn't think we were gonna make it visible, did you?" he asked, chuckling. Anderson turned toward me, noticing I was still in the passengers seat in the Warthog, still gripping the seat.
"You can get out now, Sol, as long as you don't rush in and do one of those wort wort wort things," he laughed.
Never had I been addressed as anything other than 'you' or 'Solonee'. The name Sol excited me, as if it was a symbol if a new start: a symbol of my breakaway from the Covenant and the war.
I slowly made my way out of the Warthog. Both marines were looking at me, waiting for me to enter. I stopped before the door and urged Burns to lead the way. He shook his head.
"Alien races first," he remarked, hopping in the drivers seat of the vehicle, "guide me down."
We guided the Warthog down the metal ramp to the second door, this one being large and metal. Anderson entered a code on the keypad, triggering the locks, opening the door. It revealed a giant room with soldiers running about grabbing weaponry, Warthogs and large metal vehicles, referred to as 'Scorpions', being driven out the opposite way, and the occasional wounded marine being helped through a side door into another room. Every soul in the base was doing something, no one relaxing. So this was what it looked like from the enemies point of view.
The ceiling had Automatic Turrets, similar to the ones we used on High Charity. It looked relatively amazing for a structure that was thrown together in only about a week.
My fascination was interupted by shouts from passing Marines, some aiming guns at my face, some just standing there, stumped.
"Elite!"
"Somebody kill it, quick!"
"Don't let it get away!"
I looked all around, hoping there was a place to run to, searching for a hiding spot.
Not this time. Anderson grabbed me by the arm as I started walking backwards.
"Hey, he's with us!" he shouted.
Several Marines gasped, and one yelled "Sarge has gone crazy!"
"Yes, thats right. He's not an enemy. This is Sol, the Elite that saved my life. If any of you has a problem with that, you can come talk to me!"
The room went silent.
"Well, don't just stand there! I know I'm extremely attractive, but you don't have to look at me the whole goddamn day!"
He turned to me. "Welcome to the UNSC, Private Sol,"
Transmisson interupted: Please Stand By.
I'm sorry I have to split Part 4 into two halves, but it is a pretty long half chapter, and I didn't want to officially go one chapter without anything really exciting happen.
In the next half, you get that real taste of action you've been waiting for, so save this thread and Stand By
[Edited on 08.29.2008 5:37 PM PDT]