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Subject: [Story] Halo: Insurrection (Part Four now out)

Here's Part Six, enjoy.

Part Six: Home sweet home

"Now exiting Slip Space Captain. May I advise you to lie down?" A quick, wave of dismissal said otherwise.

Thel Vadam' leaned forward on the edge of his chair. Suddenly, the great swirling cosmos around him morphed into a tranquil, black space. Before him was his beautiful Sanghelios, his home. It had been so long.

"Excellent. Construct, set us down near the state of Vadam. I have an old friend there I wish to meet."

"Roger that sir." The Artificial intelligence said coolly, devoid of all emotion.

"Oh, and engage the stealth systems, all of them. We don't want anyone to know we're here."

There was a faint shimmering sound, and suddenly, the Ship vanished. It was always unnerving when it happened, no matter how often you had done it. To drift through space, unable to see your vessel always shook the Arbiter up.

They bypassed the Planet's defences unseen. The stealth system drive aboard this Spirit was an advanced one. Indeed, the Sangheili had so far been unable to devise a method to detect it.

The Spirit descended slowly upon the luscious surface of the Planet. Unlike the Humans Earth, Sanghelios was still bright and blooming, full of life. This was because his race refused to take too much from a Planet their Gods had left their mark on. Most of the Sangheili's resources were harvested from neighbouring planets.

As it's Engines cooled down, and the Spirit's side doors opened, the Arbiter climbed out and set foot upon his birthplace for the first time in years. To the north he could see the Great Citadel of Vadam, the place he had once ruled as Kaidon, before he got mixed up in The Covenant. Saran C'rtrag lived there, Thel needed to see him.

But he couldn't just march straight in, not as he was dressed currently. He would be instantly identified as the Arbiter. Who knew what heinous price the Sangheili had placed upon his head? He would need new armour.

***********

R'nas N'three left the temple early in the morning. Even with the abolishment of The Covenant, the Elite's were still firm believers in the ancients divinity, and thus kept worshipping them.

He had just been to a sermon, a long one delivered by an Unngoy Deacon. Whilst the Sangheili usually treated the pitiful race in disdain, the Deacons were different, touched by the power of the ancients, with words of wisdom to all, be them Unngoy or Sangheili.

He walked down the marbled streets of the citadel, basking in the sun's violet glow. Remembering to don his red, shining armour in case of a bandit attack, R'nas left the gigantic gates of the citadel and took a step outside into the beautiful forests of Vadam. Every dawn, after worship, N'three enjoyed walking around the pleasant vale surrounding the city, breathing the fresh, morning air.

The Elite followed the river embankment down to his favourite spot in the whole forest, a tranquil sanctuary where one could be at peace. Traces of the ancients were all around him, the strange carvings in the aeon old trees, the way nature sung of their presence. It was beautiful. He sat down at the edge of the bank, and began to meditate.

Suddenly, a large shadow was cast upon R'nas' form, unknown to him, with his eyes tightly shut. He felt a heavy fist swing into the side of his jaw, knocking him senseless to the floor. He blinked once, then faded into unconsciousness.

***********

Bending over his unknown victim, Thel Vadam' began to methodically strip the dazed Elite of his armour. Luckily, underneath was a plain white robe, a testimony to the Elite's religious beliefs.

Taking off his honoured, traditional armour the Prophet of Truth had originally gave to him, he began to place upon his body the armour of the Major he had felled. It would look a bit strange, Thel decided, for one as tall and imposing as him to be a mere Major, but it would have to do, for now. He could always stoop a little bit to make himself look more insignificant.

Taking the time first to place the armour of The Arbiter inside the Spirit's cargo hold, Thel the Major set off for the Citadel.

********

Far beneath the Great Citadel of Vadam, in a sprawling network of artificial network of underground catacombs, John waited in his cell. Waited for the final moment. He had accepted the inevitable, no one was coming to save him, A'trinr, perhaps the only Elite who since crashing had shown him some small kindness, was dead.

Sometime later in the day, or perhaps night, as it was impossible to tell this deep underground, an Elite brought him his daily meal. Gone were the classy steaks he had been given, now he got what was basically watered down paste, barely enough to keep him going.

"Eat up maggot," The Elite sneered, "We wouldn't want you to die before the execution." Before leaving, John was administrated a heavy kick by the Elite, one which caught the Spartan in his side.

How easy it would be for him to stand up now and break the Elite's spine, John mused as he looked at his jailer. But that wouldn't solve anything, he decided, there were legions of Honour Guards just outside, waiting for an excuse, any excuse, which would permit them to make John taste steel.

Instead he waited, conserving his strength. He wasn't going to go out without a fight, no sir. Patiently, he awaited his fate.

  • 03.15.2009 6:52 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Halo: Insurrection (Part Five now out)

Sorry for the double Post, Forum error.

[Edited on 03.15.2009 6:53 AM PDT]

  • 03.15.2009 6:53 AM PDT

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

Nice one, looking forwards to the next.

  • 03.15.2009 7:11 AM PDT

-eddy!
huh! What? It was the other guy, honest! ;)
'it was a sniper!' looks down at my sniper
uhh yeah? hes got one too. XD

amazing!

  • 03.16.2009 12:38 AM PDT

That part...was incredible.
Thats what I hate about you writers you always end storys at the best part lol.

  • 03.16.2009 12:55 PM PDT

To keep us coming back. That's why they do it.
Posted by: The Stig 521
That part...was incredible.
Thats what I hate about you writers you always end storys at the best part lol.

Awesome as always, Wolverfrog.

  • 03.16.2009 3:08 PM PDT

A hefty bit of dialog, and not too much description. But there will be next chapter. Enjoy.

Part Seven: Revelation

Thel clambered over the rocky pass which linked the wilderness and the Citadel of Vadam, and arrived at the giant gates guarding it's citizens. As he neared the giant, ancient structures, two Elites stopped him, Majors.

"Halt there stranger. What be your business in this holiest of Citadels?" One of them asked, his voice gruff.

Thinking fast, the Arbiter responded.

"I was attending morning worship brother, and it seems I forgot to thank the Deacon for his excellent sermon. My honour could not bear it if he thought me insolent."

This was good enough for the guards, amongst the Sangheili, one's honour was a symbol of their power. One gave the signal for the gates to be opened. Just as Thel was about to pass through, the guard placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him for a second.

"Wait as second, your face looks familiar. Have we met?"

"Nay brother, you must be mistaken." The Arbiter turned his head, and, shaking of the Elite's grip, entered hurriedly through the port cullis.

He took a long look at the magnificent street before him. As brilliant as the day he had left. The gleaming marble reflected the violet rays of the sun, casting an iridescent glow upon the passers by.

How easy it would be, the Arbiter thought to himself, to rejoin with his race and fall back into the daily routine he had frequented back when he had lived here, all those years ago. But that would be wrong. He owed that much at least to the Spartan.

Saran didn't live far from where Thel was currently walking. If he could remember from his days as Kaidon, his old friend's manor was in the Council district. He wondered if Saran was still upon the Council, back in the day he had been a valuable asset at times to Thel, getting him out of many situations. The only reason he didn't sit at his side as a High Councillor was due to the fact that the Prophet of Regret, upon visiting once, had taken an immediate dislike to him.

He set off slowly, basking in the warm glow of the burning star above him.

**************

"What the hell are you talking about Light bulb?" Johnson asked gruffly.

"As I have just told you Sergeant, we are going to rescue John."

Avery was surprised.

"And how the hell is it that you know his name, eh? He never told anyone that, took weeks of coaxing on my part for him to even give me his serial number, never mind his name."

Giving an ethereal laugh, the monitor drifted around, as it did when about to launch a lengthy explanation.

"I know great many a things Avery. For aeons I have watched from across the stars, following the events of your race. I have seen countless empires fall, only to be replaced by an even stronger one. I have seen people killed, both innocent and evil, old and young. I have heard men and women pray for a better life, mourners weep as their loved ones pass away."

"So what are you, like a God?"

This brought about another chuckle.

"God is but an organic concept, Sergeant, neither right or wrong. But, I suppose, to a certain degree, I have been watching over mankind. Indeed, if it so pleases you, think of me as a God.

"At first, with malicious intent, I watched, and waited. I was still angry at the masters who had imprisoned me, and had no love for their legacy. But eventually I softened, saw the capabilities and potential you had. Love, loss, anguish, hate; these are but a few of the emotions I came to understand in the millennia I spent imprisoned, in fragments. And I realised I shouldn't have betrayed my masters as I had, I shouldn't have listened to the Gravemind, shouldn't have helped him."

"What does this have to do with John?" Avery asked.

"Everything." Came a simple word. "But for now, we must hurry, if we are to reach him in time".
The Monitor again glowed blue, and the nexus of light once more engulfed them. In a split second, they were gone, leaving the peaceful vale as tranquil as ever.

*****************

Two loud knocks aroused Saran from his late slumber. He was not a particularly religious being, so had no desire to wake up at the early time a strict worship regime required.

"I'm coming!" He called down the stairs as two more knocks sounded. Throwing on a silk robe, he quickly descended the marble steps, and opened the door. He was greeted by a surprise.

"Hello Saran, it's me, Thel...may I come in?"

*****************

Saran and Thel were seated in the main lounge, reclining back in the two gravity chairs in the room. They were each drinking a piping hot mug of tea, one from one of the many crates of the human beverage which had been shipped to Sanghelios during the peace. It tasted good after the long journey.

"So, mighty Arbiter, how have you been doing?"

Thel smiled, it felt good to relax with an old friend and just be himself.

"Like you don't know. On the walk here I've seen countless posters depicting me with a price upon mine head."

"I mean what exactly has been going on whilst you have been away from us? We've all heard the Bards sing of your deeds, but how many are true? Did you really face down a one hundred foot tall Demon and live? And what of the Prophet of Truth? The Temples, constantly trying to stay in a good light, say that as he was about to activate The Ark, the Ancients let forth a bolt of pure energy which incinerated him where he stood? Is this also true?"

"Nay my dear friend, nay. Merely exaggerations of much lesser acts. Although it is true that I met with the Demon, and he is...was, a good man. As worthy as any Sangheili I have met."

"You mean he can't turn warriors to stone with a quick glance."

"He was but a man Saran, a great one."

Saran took another sip of tea, and reclined back further in his chair.

"So, now what will you do?" He asked.

"Well, I was hoping I might stay here for a short while, reminisce about old times."

Puzzled, Saran sat up.

"I meant about the Demon, Thel."

"I don't see what you mean. The Demon is long dead."

"You mean you haven't heard?"

Thel placed down his tea on the floor, and also sat forward.

"Heard what, dear brother?"

"The Demon crashed. Here, on Sanghelios! In Vadam of all places! They took him into custody, A'trinr's guards. He was going to be used as a bargaining tool with the Humans, but then High Councillor K'zath took over, and sentenced him to death. In two days!"

"Surely you are lying!" Thel had stood up by now, and looked poised to run straight down to the dungeon.

"It's the truth. A public execution is to be held, where K'zath will go through the usual process of asking him to beg for mercy, and then kill him."

Saran turned around to pick up his steaming cup.

"But, there is nothing we can do." He turned around slowly. "Everything must die sooner or later."

"I cannot abandon him Saran. I can't." Thel said slowly, remembering how many times the Spartan had saved his life.

"Why not?"

"I can't explain it. Just believe me on this."

Saran gave a long sigh.

"Well, we can't do anything for now, the Demon is kept under lock and key all day by no less than five dozen Honour Guards."

"Very well Saran, I shall wait until the day of the execution. But then I will free him, even if my own life must be forfeit."

  • 03.17.2009 6:01 PM PDT

...I like this fanfic...alot like really alot...maybe more than the other
Good god that was an amazing part

  • 03.18.2009 1:13 PM PDT

Arb1ter haz copied my gamertag, sorta.

nooo...... arbiter musn't die!

My part 6? arbiter swords everyone except the good guys and the end yay.

  • 03.19.2009 9:45 PM PDT

This is getting good.

  • 03.20.2009 9:38 AM PDT

-eddy!
huh! What? It was the other guy, honest! ;)
'it was a sniper!' looks down at my sniper
uhh yeah? hes got one too. XD

Posted by: Luke35120
This is getting good.


i know! its amazing
ETA on the next part?

  • 03.21.2009 9:30 AM PDT

I just started writing Part 8, so, it should be out by tommorow at least.

  • 03.21.2009 9:47 AM PDT

Part 8 - Judgement

Two days later...

"Demon! Wake up, it's time."

An escort of Elite Honour Guards were descending down the steps to his cell, garbed in full golden armour. They were there to take John to his death.

"No last meal?" John asked, confident as ever, not worried by what lay before him.

One of the Elites sneered, and deactivated the barrier. Making sure his brothers were behind him, he moved into the room and cautiously attached energy manacles to his wrists, holding him in place.

"I hope you won't struggle Demon. It would tarnish the little honour you possess."

He was led quietly out of the cell, and slowly ascended up the staircase. Flickering torches on the walls lit the way. It was all very medieval looking.

It seemed that John's time was up. His only wish now was to go out with a bang.

*********

"Please Thel, there must be another way." Saran pleaded to the Arbiter, as the great Elite prepared to leave for the execution hall.

"Nay brother, there isn't, I must do this. I'm sorry." Came a calm reply.

Thel Vadam was garbed in ceremonial Sangheili armour, white with silver t-blam!-s, and an intricate headpiece. It was the traditional attire one wore for such an event.

"Then let me come with you!" His friend pleaded for the fifth time. Thel let out a long sigh.

"I could not in good conscience allow you to risk your life on the behalf of me Saran, you have a good life here, don't throw it away so carelessly. Fear not, if I and the Spartan make it out alive, we shall come here before departing."

Saran paled noticeably, his face lit by the dim candle on the mantelpiece.

"The Demon? In my house? But, Thel, I-"

"He is not a cyborg Saran, nor a Demon. He is a man with a great heart, and as powerful a warrior as any of our kind."

A long, awkward pause followed, and both the Elites could think of nothing to say. Finally, Saran broke the silence.

"Thel, I would like you to take my sword with you. It has been passed down through my family for generations, and it is an ancient and divine weapon, hand crafted by a skilful forger, much more powerful than the ones they mass produce in the factories these days."

Saran walked over to a display case in the corner of the room, and slowly unlocked it. He bent down, and picked up a metallic, curved device.

"Here," The Elite said, passing it gently over to the Arbiter. "It has saved my life on many occasions, may it do the same for you."

"Saran...I don't know what to say..." Thel whispered, marvelling at the fine crafting of the weapon. He traced the runes on the side with his long, tapered finger.

"Through battle and hardship, this blade shall find it's mark, if thy heart is pure..." He translated out loud.

"Treat it well Thel, and it shall do likewise to you."

Holding the blade firmly in his hand, the Arbiter activated it. Suddenly, with a sharp, sliding crack, a beam of pure violet light emerged, hanging in the air like some lit up angel. The hum it made filled the room with joy.

"Thank you Saran. I know how difficult it was for you to part with this."

"It was nothing. Now go, I'm sure your friend needs help, his execution is in five hours, after all."

"Goodbye Saran, you've been such a good friend all these years."

"Don't get me started off Thel, just go." The Elite replied with a dismissive wave. Both knew that this might be the last time they saw each other.

"Farewell."

Thel left through the back door, and made for the Citadel.

*************

A large crack of light shot through the air of the Elite structure, and with a large bang, Sergeant Johnson and Mendicant Bias fell to the floor.

"That took a bit of effort. The further you get from a teleportation matrix, the harder it is to travel." The Monitor said, drifting off the floor.

"Where are we now?" Avery asked, taking a good look around.

"About five miles west of the Great Citadel of Vadam, where John is being held. To be precise, we are inside a factory of sorts.

Johnson took a cigar from his belt, and began chewing it. He was dismayed to find out he only had seven left, barely enough to last him the week.

"Oh yeah? And what kind of factory is it?" He queried.

"My analysis indicates that we appear to be inside a Scarab factory, one which produces the mining models."

"A Scarab? Are there any that are functional?"

The light around the Monitor pulsed with increasing frequency, as it scoured through the records it had hacked into.

"One seems to be working, a few corridors away. It seems like there are no hostile units around it either, other than Engineers. Ah, my masters created their species a long time ago, back in the golden age. It is good to see them still around, further existence of the Forerunner's legacy."

"You think we could take it?" Johnson asked the Monitor.

"I believe we could Sergeant. Why? Do you have a plan in mind?"

Avery smiled knowingly.

"You could say that Light bulb. You could say that."

"Then follow me, I shall lead you to the vehicle."
They moved around a twisting, confusing corridor, occasionally hearing an Elite bark out an order.

"So." Johnson said as they ran along. "Why exactly are the Elites the bad guys again?"

"No time for that now Sergeant, the execution is in less than five hours."

Johnson gave a grunt of acceptance, and followed without further comment. Soon, they reached the Scarab. Five Engineers hung in the air. Johnson raised his battle rifle to shoot them down.

"Wait Sergeant, there is no need to resort to violence."

"But they're gonna raise the alarm!" He protested.

"Just let me talk to them" The Monitor spoke, as he drifted off to their level.

Mendicant made a series of pulses, and after a few seconds, the Engineers responded with what seemed to be joy. They moved around the Monitor, clapping happily with their long tentacles. After a few more pulses, they seemed to give recognition to a command, and began to descend down to the Scarab, and vanished down below to the control area.

Johnson hopped aboard.

"What was all that about?" He asked the Monitor, who seemed happier than usual.

"Both I and the Engineer's ancestors are constructs of my masters, so we got along fine. I managed to convince them with little effort to help you man the Scarab. They'll be loyal to you now."

"Well ain't that nice?" Johnson mused, walking down to the control room. The Engineers were working away at the console. One made a series of motions, and suddenly, the Scarab came to life.

"Are you ready Sergeant?" Mendicant queried.

"As ready as I'm ever going to be." Came the reply.

***********

The Arbiter arrived in the hall, and mingled in with the rest of the crowd. Up on a pedestal, he could see the new Kaidon, K'zath, sitting eagerly, awaiting the execution. To the right of him was a High Councillor. The left seat was still empty, no one had been found to fill in the vacant seat yet.

Patiently, Thel waited for the Spartan to appear. That would be when he would strike.

***********

John was led further up the corridor, and eventually, reached a large door. An Honour Guard marched stiffly over to a console, and with a hit of a button, the door slid open. With an needed shove from one the Elites, John was tossed out into a large Colosseum like structure. Up high, he could see High Councillor, or Kaidon K'zath smiling smugly down at him.

Judgement day had come.

  • 03.21.2009 6:00 PM PDT

-eddy!
huh! What? It was the other guy, honest! ;)
'it was a sniper!' looks down at my sniper
uhh yeah? hes got one too. XD

u cant just stop there!
come on what a cliff hanger

  • 03.22.2009 3:19 AM PDT

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

Everyone picture Geonosis for that last scene. Yeah ;)

  • 03.22.2009 7:03 AM PDT

The picture you paint in my mind with your writing is, well frankly mind blowing. We need mas por favor that was a great part this is a great story good job man.

  • 03.22.2009 8:32 AM PDT

*sends 20$ to pre-order sequel*

Awesome!

  • 03.23.2009 9:17 PM PDT
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  • 03.24.2009 11:42 PM PDT

Part 9 - Escape

Shouts echoed around John, waves of Grunts and Jackals were jeering from the stands, Elites were watching, arms folded with sneers on their condemning faces. And high above sat the new Kaidon and his entourage.

"Demon," Kaidon K'zath spoke in a raspy tone, "You stand before the court here today to pay for your sins. This highest act of heresy must be punished." There were nods around the gigantic room.

"How can I commit heresy when I'm not even a part of your government, O' great Kaidon?" The Spartan mocked.

"Silence! The charges against you are numerous, murder, thievery, heresy, unauthorised landing-"

"What the hell?" John exclaimed in disbelief. "Unauthorised landing? I didn't want to crash here, despite how great you all have been to me."

The Kaidon waved a hand, and suddenly, an Honour Guard standing next to him bashed him to the ground.

"Impudence." He heard the Elite mutter.

"Hold your foul tongue Demon, lest it be ripped for your mouth." The Kaidon called.

"For these crimes Demon, the Council decrees that you be sentenced to death by Plasma Sword. Does anyone in this room have an objection to this?" K'zath cast a dark look around the hallowed hall, daring someone to speak.

"I object!" Shouted a voice, and as one, thousands of beings turned their heads towards this voice. It turned out to be an old Elite in a white robe, standing up. Probably a priest of some sort.

"And on what grounds Deacon?" The Kaidon asked, voice dripping with venom.

"This man has done much for our race, he helped us break away from the Covenant, he stopped the mad man Truth, and most importantly, destroyed the Parasite. And yet, now we are once again engaged in a petty war, you choose to kill him? Shame on you K'zath, scum like you don't deserve to hold power!" The ancient Elite still stood, suddenly concious of the attention he had attracted.

K'zath reclined in his chair, a snarl of anger darkening his face. He turned towards his Guards.

"Kill him." Spoke the Elite simply, the Deacon's face paled.

The Guards hesitated for a second.

"But, noble Kaidon, this Sangeheili is a Deacon, surely we can not-"

"He is a traitor to our race, and an example must be made of him. Now kill him, or else." A crazed look nested upon K'zath's face.

The Guards still wouldn't move.

"We cannot touch this one K'zath, he has done nothing wrong." They insisted.

"Blasphemy!" The Kaidon shouted in anger at them, the Guards flinched. "Very well, if you shall not kill him, I shall do it myself." The Elite drew out an Energy Sword, and strode through the masses to the Deacon, who was still frozen in place with horror, unsure whether or not he should flee.

"Murdering me will not silence the truth K'zath!" The Holy man quivered.

K'zath drew next to him, and threw him down to the floor, scattering a group of nearby Jackals.

"That is where you are wrong." He whispered, and drove the burning blade into the Deacon's heart. The old Elite gave a strangled moan, twitched once, then died. A gasp came up from the crowd.

"Any other objections?" The Kaidon said as he walked back to his throne, his voice echoing throughout the silent hall. No one spoke.

"You heartless bastard." John spoke directly to the Elite's face. Everyone else in the hall silently agreed with the statement.

K'zath smiled.

"Execute the Demon." He spoke grandly. An Honour Guard converged on him, now this was a killing he could follow through. Excited calls rang across the hall.

John tensed himself, ready for one last fight. He heard an Energy Sword crack in the crowd, not from the guards, and suddenly the earth beneath his feet began to shake.

Then all hell broke loose.

***********

The Arbiter had drawn out his sword as the new Kaidon had given the order for the Spartan to be executed, he was just about to jump at the Honour Guard moving in on him and kill him, when suddenly, a huge tremor occurred. Something big was coming, and it was getting closer.

***********

"Is that the Citadel up ahead?" Johnson shouted at the Monitor. The Scarab was moving at a very quick pace, it had engaged active camouflage, a little trick that was activated thanks to the ever helpful Engineers, and Avery could not help but marvel as they moved passed numerous outposts and patrols unnoticed.

"Indeed Sergeant, it is. John resides inside the main chamber. We must hurry, he is about to be killed." Mendicant Bias replied frantically.

"Don't you worry Light Bulb, if my boy Chief is in there, then you can be sure as hell I'm getting him out."

They were just more than 100 metres from the Citadel now. No one had detected them yet. Damn impressive technology, Johnson thought.

"So, what's the plan?" The Monitor queried.

Avery held down a trigger next to him, the front of the Scarab began to glow green.

"You'll see."

*************

"Any last words Demon?" The Honour Guard inquired as he drew out his sword.

"Yeah, the food was lousy." He taunted.

"Farewell Demon." The Elite said, and he raised his sword to strike. Everyone was silent as the climax of the day drew nigh. The rumbling outside was growing louder.

Suddenly, a mighty explosion crashed through the metal wall of the hall, and with a deafening surge, a powerful green beam exploded in the Honour Guard, incinerating him where he stood.

*************

"An impeccable shot Reclaimer." The Monitor remarked, impressed.

"Why thank you Light Bulb." Johnson said.

*************

As soon as the explosion tore through the silence of the hall, John took advantage of the turmoil that swept through the crowd. He ran up to one of the nearby Honour Guards, and felled it with a single blow to the head. The other Guards had noticed him attempting to escape, as had K'zath.

"Kill him!" The Kaidon shrieked manically. "Kill the Demon!" The words sent a shiver down John's spine, he had heard the same words from the Prophet of Truth not too long ago.

As one, around thirty Elites clad in gold and red armour rushed towards John, ceremonial energy staves discarded fro their burning swords. John bent down and picked up a stave, it's power depleted. Essentially, it was a toughened stick. You had to feel sorry for the Elites.

Around him, Grunts, Jackals and Elites were in panic. John realised for the first time that most of them probably weren't soldiers.

He was snatched from his train of thought though, as one of the Honour Guards lunged at him, a grotesque sneer on his face. With lightning quick reactions, John veered to the side, and dealt the Elite a deadly blow to the head. Another went a similar way.

A Jackal ran past in terror, Shield gauntlet raised above. With a well aimed kick, John sent the Jackal flying across the hall, where it smashed into the wall. Just before a barrage of plasma rifle fire hit John, he activated the dropped gauntlet, brought it in front of him and heard the superheated shots dissipated upon it's glowing surface.

Elite after Elite fell at the Spartans hand, he was invincible. He began to back away, searching for an escape. More Scarab blasts shot forth, destroying any attempts on the Elite's part of maintaining order. Just after John felled another desperate Honour Guard, curb stomping it on it's toughened neck, he saw a glint of light out of the corner of his eye. A Jackal sniper scope, and it was poised to fire. There was no way John would dodge it in time. He was dead.

Suddenly, next to the sniper, John saw a vivid violet Energy Sword activate, and an Elite in white, silver gilded armour cut down the Jackal. The Elite's head turned towards John, and gave a nod. Although John couldn't see his saviours face past it's headpiece, the nod seemed familiar.

Noticing the rush of enemies still surging towards him, John picked up a plasma rifle from one of his fallen foes, and ran. The Elite who had saved him followed.

"Fools!" He heard the Kaidon shout behind him. "I will kill this worm myself!"

The Spartan entered a tunnel, one which he hoped would lead outside of the Citadel. He took a glance back, and with a start saw the Elite who had saved him. John raised his rifle, even though the Elite had saved him, it could still be hostile.

Relief broke out as he saw it's face.

"Arbiter?" John asked in disbelief.

"The one and only Spartan. Now come, I know of a way out of here."

The Arbiter ran down the hallway, and John followed, still in shock. They turned a corner.

And ran into an army of Elites, all armed with Energy Swords. They backed away slowly, but stopped when they saw K'zath and five Honour Guard Ultras closing in from the other way.

They were trapped.

  • 03.26.2009 10:18 AM PDT

uh...a...i...loss for words...too...incredibele

  • 03.26.2009 12:22 PM PDT

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

I couldn't help but smile at reading that chapter, it is the best so far. Keep it up!

  • 03.26.2009 2:53 PM PDT

Where's my -blam!- cheeseburger!?

New Zealand Gamers

ANZAC Group

Mythic Conquerer #12

Wait, what!? Grunts and Jackels? Last I checked they had sided with Truth. Wouldn't the Elites be a little pissed at them? Good chapter though!

  • 03.26.2009 5:53 PM PDT

Actually, Grunts and Jackals did work with the Elites after the Great Schism, but we don't see them in Halo 3 as Bungie thought it would be a little confusing to fight Grunts/Jackals and be allies with them at the same time.

Glad you guys are enjoying this!

  • 03.27.2009 12:10 AM PDT
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I liked it

  • 03.27.2009 12:31 AM PDT

-eddy!
huh! What? It was the other guy, honest! ;)
'it was a sniper!' looks down at my sniper
uhh yeah? hes got one too. XD

really good but can you please stop with the cliff hangers!
its halo 2 all over again!

  • 03.27.2009 12:52 AM PDT