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I liked it, showed a different side to Elites.

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TL:DR

4 u nubs ^ means too long didnt read

  • 08.01.2008 11:04 PM PDT

Halo: Heretic or Hero---An Elite's Story
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Chapter 5


Since you been gone


I didn't sleep much for three whole days, exploring the possible things that might have occured. If Anderson was alive, why wasn't he back? If he was dead, then...

I stopped myself at that. Sergeant William Anderson was not dead. To me, it was almost as if he couldn't die, that he was invincible. He was the one that picked me up in the Warthog only six days ago, sparing my life, giving me food and shelter,

believing that I meant something to this world.

And then there was Kovalee, who had narrowly escaped in the Phantom. Surely he wasn't finished with me. No, by the power in his voice, I could feel that his ultimate goal was to watch me draw my final breath. I wouldn't give it to him so easily.

"We are a war species, and thats all we'll ever be!" the words still sounded in my ears. I began to feel as if I were the only Sangheili left. Those monsters on the battlefield were not Sangheili. They were nothing more then pawns for the Prophets. They were Elites. And although we came from the same world, our intents were different. Mine being to end the conflict in peace, and their's being to wipe out the entire Human race.
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"Failure!" screeched Kovalee, pounding his fist on the wall of the Phantom. He had come so close to regaining his honor, when the Human leader had showed up.

Hatred filled his mind, filled his heart. Killing Solonee was all he cared about now, whether or not he died in the process.

The pilot was flying the Phantom around, going no where in particular, giving Kovalee time to think of his next plan.

This time, the Heretic would not escape, and Zens Kovalee would prove himself the Covenant's greatest warrior.
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"Don't worry about it man, Sarge isn't dead. He's probably on his way back right now!" said Burns, attempting to turn my emotions around. He had seen me sitting blankly, staring at the wall.

I didn't say anything. Just stared at the door, imagining Anderson opening it, appearing out of the air, being greeted by all his men, a smile spreading from ear to ear.

But it didn't happen. The door remained closed. When I finally lifted my head, I turned to Burns, frowning.

"What do we do now?"

He shrugged, "I don't know, I guess we just wait. I've never really done anything important without Sarge. He sorta guides me through things, helps me when I need it. Without him, I don't think I can fight."

I looked around the enormous room. No soldier smiled. They all had grim looks on their face, as if Anderson was already dead. As if they had lost the war. From time to time I would see them striding about the room, talking to each other silently. There was no laughing.

That night, when everyone retired, I swiftly snuck out of my room.

I managed to enter the main room unnoticed, and opened the doors, driving one of the Warthogs out into the night.

If Anderson wasn't coming back, I was coming for Anderson.
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When the anger finally died down a notch, Kovalee thought up an idea.

"He came in a human vehicle. He stopped at a human base," he said to the pilot, feeling a rush of adrenaline.

The pilot turned, "So? Wait, you're not insisting that we try to..." he never finished.

"Scan the ground. Find the base."
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The cool night air felt good on my face. As I drove, I looked up into the stars every few moments, catching a glimpse of the world above. So calm and peaceful, where as this ring, this was a living hell.

I retraced the path I had taken to the tower, hoping Anderson would be somewhere around that area. Over steep mountains and through narrow tunnels, I guided the Warthog to the interrogation tower.

I stopped when a large pile of rock lay in my way. It took me a few seconds to take in that the rubble was the tower we had fought at only four days ago. A simple explosion probably could have brought the entire structure down.

Over the rubble, I heard voices.

"Is it dead?"

"How should I know? Go touch it with something."

"I'm not going to touch it! It may be alive!"

"Then we'll know if its dead."

I walked stealthily up the rocks, just enough so that I could see what they were doing. There were four Minor Elites, and a Jackal sniper. But that wasn't all.

William Anderson was lying flat on his back, motionless.
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There was a bang on the door. All the Marines looked up in joy.

"Sarge!" yelled a soldier, sprinting to open the door. Cheers rose from everyone as the marine typed the numbers in the keypad. Some two hundred marines ran into the main room, waiting for Anderson to come striding in.

The moment the lock was released, the soldier was knocked flat on his back, coughing and sputtering.

Nine Major Elites entered through the doorway, soon followed by Zens Kovalee, Energy Sword drawn and ready.

"Kill them all, bring Solonee to me!" he yelled, lifting up the injured marine, then running the blade through his chest.

Burns, taking action as quick as he could, made a jump for the weapon rack, extracting a BR55 Battle Rifle, only to be nailed hard with a blue plasma burst to the arm. Within seconds, the battle, or attack, rather, was underway.

Blood flooded the room, a chaotic amount of plasma bursts seemed to be endless, flying from one side of the room to the other.. To make matters worse, the attack was followed up by two Hunters, each causing mayhem with their Fuel Rod Cannons. Very few Humans had even armed themselves yet, still in shock that this could have happened so quickly.

"Where is he? Has abandoned his own damned alliance?" Kovalee screamed, showing no mercy to anyone. Anyone that came within range of him was instanly slaughtered.

Then he really lost it.

"If you do not tell me where he is, I shall dispose of all of you. You have thirty seconds."

The fighting stopped briefly.

"For the love of god, we don't know where Sol is!" yelled one brave Marine, shaking his head furiously. Kovalee slowly, carefully cocked his head toward him.

"You have given me no choice. It's a shame you all had to die like this," he said, not really meaning it.

The marines stood still for a moment, then tried to argue, but Kovalee simply turned his back to them, and started out the door.

"Take this, Squid face!" barked a marine, sprinting at Kovalee, winding up for a punch. Without looking back, Kovalee, tossed a Plasma Grenade, over his shoulder, landing square on the soldiers chest. The Humans looked away, then decided not to fight. It was over.

Four Phantoms waited outside, guns pointed at the base. When Kovalee opened the secret door, the Captain nodded.

"Burn this place to the ground."
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"Lets take it back to the ship. I'll bet Kovalee will want to see it," said one. I turned my open hand into a fist, and stood on top of the rubble. I peered around. Kovalee's energy sword still lay beside Anderson, where he had dropped it. I waited for their backs to be turned, then slid down the rocks, charging at the Elite closest to me.

He whirled around just in time so that I could deliver a punch straight to his jaw, knocking him of his feet. I picked up the sword handle, activating it, releasing a burst of plasma. The group readied their guns.

"You will not touch him," I bellowed, holding the sword to to another Elite's neck. He snorted

"Says who?"

I brought the blade closer to his neck, gritting my teeth.

He didn't seem frightened at all. In fact, he seemed to be laughing! And I found out why a moment later.

Another one of them jumped me from behind, catching me off guard. As we made our way to the hard ground, I stuck the sword through his stomach. He let out a gasp of pain, then lay motionless. I raised myself up, and stepped on his body.

The others backed off, and one pleaded "Alright, you may have him!"

"Too late," I bellowed, my heart racing.

All the feelings I had for non violence drifted away. I leaped four feet and quickly slashed twice at the third Elite's leg, causing him to colapse and roll down the steep hill leading all the way down to the lake. The other fired his Plasma Rifle numerous times, only to have me quickly step to the side and thrust the sword through him. The Jackal tried to use the Beam RIfle while they were down, but couldn't seem to hit the mark at close range. Within a second , I punched the Jackal in the head, cracking its birdlike skull.

I knelt down to Anderson once I was sure they were all dead. His face was more pale then usual. His usual neat hair was hanging down, almost covering his eyes.

I checked for a heartbeat. His heart was beating, but he was unconsious. I sighed, lowering my head.

Dead or alive, the Covenant had attacked my ally. I rose my head and gave a loud war cry that everyone within miles could here. As if to say 'come fight me,' as if to say 'now its on.'

End Transmission


Okay now I know that chapter wasn't incredibly good, but I needed a little 'regroup after the battle' chapter, ya know? Can't have too many huge fights in a row or its not a story anymore.



[Edited on 09.04.2008 11:17 AM PDT]

  • 08.02.2008 6:21 AM PDT

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That...probably means that Laserking has either an insanely accurate logical method of deriving people's reactions to things, or he possesses pre-cognition. Either way:LASERKING for Mods!

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Pretty good in my opinion. Keep it up and Keep me posted

  • 08.02.2008 6:47 AM PDT

Halo: Heretic or Hero---An Elite's Story
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the group is called FanFicFactor but I cant get the link to work lol so just go to my page and click FanFicFactor

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  • 08.02.2008 7:00 AM PDT
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Really good

  • 08.02.2008 8:55 AM PDT

Just read the whole thing over a few cups of coffee.

pretty good, keep it up.

  • 08.02.2008 12:38 PM PDT
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Sol rox my sox...

  • 08.02.2008 1:26 PM PDT
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It's pretty good so far....

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  • 08.02.2008 5:49 PM PDT

c|_|Care mug begs to differ.

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Top topic. =)

  • 08.02.2008 6:39 PM PDT

"I don't have time Phfor this"
I pledge to punch all switches, to admit the existence of no level but total carnage, AND TO NEVER LEAVE A SINGLE BOB ALIVE!

keep up the awesomeness

  • 08.02.2008 7:00 PM PDT
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good stuff

  • 08.02.2008 7:17 PM PDT
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Make a book cover for it or I will! :P

  • 08.02.2008 7:35 PM PDT
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wow


keep doing it in small sections like that too. Like every week release a new one that way people will retain interest and it'll have pretty epic suspense.

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wow


keep doing it in small sections like that too. Like every week release a new one that way people will retain interest and it'll have pretty epic suspense.



hmmm, epic, possibly... can i wait that long? not a chance =)

  • 08.02.2008 8:42 PM PDT

Halo: Heretic or Hero---An Elite's Story
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Chapter 6


Sweet Dreams


Another attempt down the drain.


"It was as if he knew we were coming! As if he had it all planned out before we had arrived. Worthless coward! The only question now, is where has he gone?" Kovalee asked the pilot, tenacious to find the traitor again. It was one thing to be betrayed, but to have the one you're hunting hiding like a helpless animal was frustrating.

"I wouldn't know, sir," replied the pilot. They were the only two on board the Phantom. No Elite, if given the choice, would want to ride in a small, concealed area with Zens Kovalee.

Kovalee growled in anger. This heretic was unlike any others, with the ablity to escape not one, but two attacks! The only reason he didn't give up, right there, was for the sake of his own honor. What wold Truth think of him, when he returned to High Charity without Solonee's head in his arms? Humiliation was something he would not live with.

The biggest problem was where to start. The Phantom flew in circles yet again, by the command of the Ultra.

Hours later, an injured Elite, talking as if he had marbles in his mouth, a broken jaw, sent a message to Kovalee's closed COM.

"Sir, I've seen the heretic!"
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Burns slowly crawled out from under the rubble. When he attempted to use his right arm, he only winced in pain. The world seemed a blur. He couldn't remember anything after the plasma bolt had nearly burned through his arm. Luckily, the UNSC had developed many ways to treat plasma burns. His only problem, was that no one was in sight.

He tried to call out, but no sound could exit his mouth. He was trapped. Four figures ran over from the distance. He saw them only as black shadows. One helped him out of the rubble, but he only slipped and fell again, letting ot an ear-covering groan.

"It's okay buddy, just hang in there," said one of the figures, taking something out of his pocket and wrapping it around Burn's arm.

"Are we the only survivors?" asked another.

The medic finished wrapping the cloth, then turned around.

"As far as we know, yes. No one else survived the attack."

It was as if everything painful went away from Burns for a moment. His eyes flickered to life, he lifted his head, and croaked:

"What about Sarge and Sol?"
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I ran the back of my hand down his face, just to see how it felt: to give me hope that the closest thing I had to a friend was still alive. His skin was cold, save for the dried blood on his cheek.

The best thing, I supposed, is that he was still alive, and would have to wake up eventually. I sighed, lifting my head.

If only they could see.

If only my race could see what the war did to us, maybe they would help me in my quest to end it.

If they ever had the chance to see what the war had done to my family, then they would understand. They would understand what pain really meant.
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"Okay, finding them is not going to be easy," said the Hampton, the medic, "I think Burns should come with me. I can give him medical attention, god forbid he needs it."


"Why do we need the Sarge anyway? And the other is an Elite for gods sakes! You know, that squid faced thing that just blew up the BeeHive?" said the Marine that held a grudge against Sol.

Again, Burns drew enough power to say something.

"Because Sarge and Sol are our friends!" he yelled, immediately slipping back into a deep sleep.

"Then its settled. We take two Warthogs, and we go and find our allies."
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Kovalee looked out the window: Another Phantom was accelerating toward them at a great speed.

"What is it doing?" he asked the Captain.

"I'm not sure, but I can see it's got it's gun ready. Should we turn around?"

A quick answer from Kovalee:

"No we will find Solonee,"

"But sir!"

"I don't care. Continue your path. I step aside for no one," he murmered, selfishly.

"But..."

It happened so fast: The opposing Phantom's gun fired a large plasma bolt, slamming against Kovalee's dead on.

"Well don't just sit there! Contact them before we're seduced to dust!" he screeched.

"I can't! That shot jammed our radio!

Three more bursts of red plasma drifted toward the ship. To the pilot's horror, the Phantom dropped more and more each second: they were going down.

"I will not die with you!" screamed Kovalee, making a break for the hatch.

The pilot, frustrated and helpless, turned around. His eyes lasered into Kovalee's. Not many people ever did that.

"You call Solonee the coward, Zens, but you never look at yourself first. You're the coward, not him."

Kovalee didn't reply. He was already through the hatch and on top of the sinking Phantom. There was only one chance now. He toughened his legs, and sprung forward to the enemy drop ship.

The jump was at least nine feet across. Even with Kovalee's amazing strength, It was nearly impossible.

The leap seemed to last for minutes, as if he was flying. Drawing his Energy Sword from his belt, he waited fot the perfect moment.

He crashed into the side, amazed by even his own effort, but was now sliding down off of the Phantom. Lucky for him, he had already drawn his energy sword, which he stuck in the ship, causing him to stop sliding as long as he didn't let go of the handle, which is tricky when your feet are dangling and the closest ground is three hundred feet below.

He did, however, turn back to see his own dropship, with the pilot on board, whirling downward, and finally crashing into the lake below.

Using the sword, he managed to climb up the moving Phantom until he saw the hatch. Before anything, he opened it a crack, just to listen.

"There are still plenty more Sangheili ships that must be taken down. Any survivors are not to be trusted, as none are satisfied with the Changing of the Guard."

Changing of the guard? Kovalee had no idea of what was happening at High Charity right now.

He took a chance, opening the hatch just an inch more, and peered down. A furry beast glared back into his eyes.

The Brute growled in anger, then thrust the hatch open, leaving Kovalee revealed to a whole Phantom full of Brutes.

His energy sword in hand, Kovalee ignored that there were twenty Brutes and one of him. He dove down the hatch, slashing and stabbing at any Jiralhanae in his way.
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I heard the soft humming of Warthogs in the distance. I pulled Anderson to his feet, his knees buckling, and lifted him up on my back, holding on to his arms.

Minutes later, a medic, three Marines, and Burns pulled up beside them.

"Is he okay? said the medic, rushing over to Anderson. I nodded

"He is alive, but is deeply unconscious," I replied. The medic sighed.

"Yes, we've got one of those too," he said, pointing at a sound asleep Burns. He continued.

"My guess is that all the trauma they've been through lately is finally taking action. The best thing for them to do is rest."

I looked around. All the Marines had small wounds, except Burns, who had some kind of wrapping around his arm.

"What happened?" I asked, half not wanting to hear the answer.

The medic parted his red hair, and turned to me.

"Grab Sarge and get in the Warthog you took. I'll explain everything on the way to our backup base."

Backup base? I thought, What's wrong with the Beehive?

It was no suprise when he started explaining the story, when I heard the word Ultra.

What more was their to say?

End Transmission







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Yeah yeah, it's pretty good, keep it up.

Kovalee's first name is Zens? Zens 'Kovalee?

I don't think an Elite would have a first name like that..whatever, gj.

Does Sol have his Honor Guard armor on? or does he have without the helmet?

[Edited on 08.03.2008 6:37 AM PDT]

  • 08.03.2008 6:36 AM PDT

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No Sol took off the Honor Guard attachments he just looks like an Elite major now.


But within the next fiew chapters, I'll give him a whole new look, so that its not major vs. major and you dont know who's who.

  • 08.03.2008 6:45 AM PDT

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Down with Brutes Elites will rule

  • 08.03.2008 7:37 AM PDT

-Dual-

Really good, just started reading it today, and have read it all so far. Keep going.

  • 08.03.2008 8:33 AM PDT

heroes dont die they just reload

wow will u get recon

  • 08.03.2008 8:46 AM PDT

Halo: Heretic or Hero---An Elite's Story
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wow will u get recon


haha no i dont think its that good.

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Is it ok if I make a book cover for it if I ever get bored?

  • 08.03.2008 10:18 AM PDT