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Subject: Halo: Rise of a Warrior

Posted by: cB4d93
Posted by: Silent Eli
you are a good translator
Idiot can be a hard language to learn, but once you get it down, everything becomes so clear! The whole world will make sense to you.

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Chapter 1: The Betrayal
Delta Halo
The Great Shism


Niokiljolmee X'toss tightened his grip on his plasma rifle. As an Elite, he was an eight foot tall reptilian creature. He was a special operations major, clad in silver plate armor that was smooth and almost organic looking. Underneath he wore a body glove and chainmail armor over his grey hide. Rippling muscles could be seen in the cracks in his finely crafted armor, muscles that had been toned and toughened by years of merciless training until they themselves were instruments of death; until he could kill another with his bare hands. Yet no amount of training could prepare Niokiljolmee for the ghastly sight he was about to see.

Across the valley his brothers, his comrades, and his friends had been disarmed and stripped of their armor, shamed by the removal of something that was as much a part of them as the very skin that binded their bodies. Brutes, five of them, used plasma rifles still hot fom the conflict to push and prod the Sangheili into the rock face.

Nine Sangheili stood tall to await their fate. Their heads raised and their black eyes staring at their their sooned to be killers, burning with hatred. Lyk 'Mantranee stood at the center of them, his dark eyes heavy with sadness. He gazed up at Niokiljolm' with a faint smile, knowing his blood would be vindicated shortly.

For years the two warriors had fought side by side, as brothers and friends. They shared a link that could only be created through years of shared suffering, the link that comes through saving the life of a friend. Niokiljolmee grimaced at the thought of not being able to help his friend this last time.

As the proud warrior looked on, plasma rifles were raised once more and leveled at the squad. Plasma slashed across the crisp morning and each round found its target; carving flesh from bone with a sickening sizzle.

An involuntary groan escaped from the Sangheili, but the sounds of death covered it effectively; the sounds of screaming and burning flesh. He swore at that moment that revenge would be his, that brutes would suffer for this treachery and vengeance would be gained by all Sangheili everywhere, vengeance at his hand.

The grotesque beasts laughed at the massacre they created. Niokiljolmee could not let these vile things get away with this. The enraged Niokiljolmee activated his camouflage, his brilliant silver armor faded into the heavily forested environment. Three Brutes were conversing at the murder site. They were nine feet tall, and very broad apelike creatures. They're arms were as thick as tree trunks and capable of ripping a human in half. Their headswere long, with a snout and a bulbous skull rounding the back of the head. Their beady red eyes could not detect what was to come. Some of them wore only a helmet and a leather chest plate wile others wore their newly fitted power armor, blue steel plating that protected them from most projectiles. It would have no value protecting it from the wrath of Niokiljolmee. two regulars and a captain were standing below, unaware of Niokiljolmee's presence.

Niokiljomee ignited his sword and walked behind a Brute. He plunged his energy sword and cut into the Brute's back. The other Brutes, shocked, swept their plasma rifles around, and Niokiljolmee mercilessly eviscerated one of the beasts. His entrails spilled out like snakes that were drenched in purple liquid. The two other brutes opened fire, but they did not hit him. In a sudden flash of light, both of the Brute's heads hit the ground with a clunk.

Niokiljolmee deactivated his sword and was about to exit this place. It did not feel right to him. Piles of his friends that were either dead or dying littered the jungle clearing. Niokiljolmee was not a particularly superstitious Sangheili, but the possibility of vengeful spirits of him comrades from childhood war tales chilled him. An efforted cough drifted from a body laying against a rock face. Purple blood splattered against the wall that most likely was his. He proceeded to the pile and knelt beside the crippled soldier. A blue armored Elite gazed at him and began to speak with a raspy tone

"Avenge us, brother, spill those traitors' blood and make them pay". The Elite coughed "The council, The Arbiter. They are all dead by Tartarus and his monsters!"

Niokiljolmee watched his eyes fade. He was dead. In about two hours most of his brothers lay dead at the hands of the Demon or with the traitorous Jiralhanae. Niokiljolmee began to tred into the forests of Delta Halo, where the thick buzz of insects and the smell of rotten foliage bit at his nostrils. He wanted to destroy any brute he encountered from here to his death.



Uhh, does anyone know what the extended character is, because it won't let me post the rest of my story, so I'll have to re-type it onto the thread. Bummer.


[Edited on 06.17.2009 3:45 AM PDT]

  • 06.16.2009 5:40 PM PDT
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When life gives you lemons, ferment them and get drunk.

You are a good writer. This story has potential, and alot of it. You have to watch out for repetative descriptions. Like when you are describing the elite's muscle, and then you describe the brute as a pile of muscle and hair. Maybe define the brute as "savage creatures, nine feet tall with arms that could tear a wraith tank to pieces. something like that. so you can still show how strong they are without using repetative description. Or maybe say "with arms that could tear a sanghelii in half" This would show their utter brute force.

  • 06.16.2009 6:39 PM PDT

Posted by: cB4d93
Posted by: Silent Eli
you are a good translator
Idiot can be a hard language to learn, but once you get it down, everything becomes so clear! The whole world will make sense to you.

I touched it up a bit, fixing gramatical mistakes and such. Thanks for the help.

  • 06.17.2009 3:41 AM PDT

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I like the sound of the story so far Tumnis, I think that the Elite side of the story is really interesting. We also don't get enough story from the Halo 2 era, so it would be cool to see your take on it!

If you're looking for some constructive criticism I would say maybe simplify the main character's name so that it's more pronouncable (you can even take a name that already exists in mythology, but would sound alien since we never hear it, for example, "Raum" was a demon in judeo-christian myth). The other piece of advice that I could give is to keep doing what you're doing, the only real way to improve your writing is to keep writing (and read, read, read!) so that you get more familiar with your own style. That's what I do, anyway.

This should help you with the extended characters, that's how I got rid of mine. It will replace them all (' and " mainly) with a "?" mark.

How many chapters are there?

[Edited on 06.17.2009 8:40 AM PDT]

  • 06.17.2009 8:32 AM PDT

Great writing. The story is good so far as well. The one thing that I would change is the paragraph when Niokiljomee kills the brutes to make it sound quicker. - There aren't many words/sentences detailing how fast the sequence happens and I'm assuming it happened fairly fast.

[Edited on 06.17.2009 11:00 AM PDT]

  • 06.17.2009 11:00 AM PDT

Posted by: cB4d93
Posted by: Silent Eli
you are a good translator
Idiot can be a hard language to learn, but once you get it down, everything becomes so clear! The whole world will make sense to you.

Posted by: MLG Cheehwawa
I like the sound of the story so far Tumnis, I think that the Elite side of the story is really interesting. We also don't get enough story from the Halo 2 era, so it would be cool to see your take on it!

If you're looking for some constructive criticism I would say maybe simplify the main character's name so that it's more pronouncable (you can even take a name that already exists in mythology, but would sound alien since we never hear it, for example, "Raum" was a demon in judeo-christian myth). The other piece of advice that I could give is to keep doing what you're doing, the only real way to improve your writing is to keep writing (and read, read, read!) so that you get more familiar with your own style. That's what I do, anyway.

This should help you with the extended characters, that's how I got rid of mine. It will replace them all (' and " mainly) with a "?" mark.

How many chapters are there?


Thanks, Che.

And again I have almost 200 pages in word, but I feel that they are not as good of a quality as I can make it so I will restart it from scratch.

  • 06.17.2009 7:12 PM PDT

Posted by: cB4d93
Posted by: Silent Eli
you are a good translator
Idiot can be a hard language to learn, but once you get it down, everything becomes so clear! The whole world will make sense to you.

Niokiljolmee sat on a rotting log and gazed into the sky as thick storm clouds began to gather in the artificial atmosphere of Halo, a sacred relic to his race and the rest of the Covenant. Now it had fallen to the flood and the brutes. Niokiljolm got up and began to move deeper into the jungle, passing by the eerie corpses of Elites that seemed to stare at him with dulcid eyes. Niokiljolmee heard a harsh buzzing noise coming from behind him. A searchlight swept through the thick treeline. Niokiljolmee dropped like a piece of thornbeast meat.

Rain fell from the heavens, pattering softly on Niokiljolm's armor and washing away the blue blood splatters that stained the silver plating. The insectoid Phantom buzzed overhead. It was unlikely controlled by Sangheili, so Niokiljolmee activated his camouflage generator. The jungle foliage would disrupt his outline, so it would be difficult for the Brutes to spot him. The Phantom hovered over a clearing in the thick jungle.

Two Jackals dropped from the Gravity-lift. A sniper and his spotter. Niokiljolmee unslung his plasma rifle and raised the bulbous energy weapon. He waited for the two theropods to stop moving. One of the creatures stopped to sniff the air under his metal helmet. Blue plasma slashed through the jungle and hit the Jackal spotter in the back. A crackle and a frying noise was the last thing the jackal heard as the bolt passed through the birdlike creature's small chest. It staggered and fell sideways, twitching twice before it died.

It alerted the sniper turned around, beam rifle ready. It's helmet's purple aim assistors was pointed towards him as the creature let out a bloodthirsty shrill. Niokiljolmee burst from the thick undergrowth right at the Jackal and ignited his plasma sword, mandibles wide open in a bellow as he sprinted at the Jackal and swung his sword across it's frail neck and removed it from its shoulders. The Jackal's head hid the ground with a sickening crack. Blood began to seep into the grey sand that was spread across the chasm.

Niokiljolmee took his Beam rifle, a long purple-blue rifle that tipped into a long triangle. It was a hefty and cumbersome weapon, but many enemies have fallen by these rifles.

Lightning flashed in the distance. He could see the Phantom patrolling the air, and a blood splattered fuel rod cannon on the grassy patch ahead next to a dead brute. Niokiljolmee dropped the beam rifle and grabbed the cannon, knowing the thin beam would merely bounce off of the craft's hull.

The Phantom was a Covenant dropship that was heavily armed and armored. It reminded Niokiljolmee of a deep sea creature with it's extended cockpit that was completely enclosed in purple composite metal. It's smooth hull curved into two prongs and it housed three plasma cannons that could wreak havoc on most infantry

The Phantom saw him, and fired bright orange clusters of plasma, which Niokiljolmee dodged with ease. They left a scorched patch of grass on the places he once stood. He fired a blast of fuel rods which hit the belly of the craft, and all three cannons fell in twisted heaps.

The Phantom veered away and turned for another pass. Niokiljolmee prepared himself. He unloaded his fuel rod cannon on the Phantom. The green radiated rods of fuel stuck the craft while only two missed the mark and lost energy, falling back to the ground. the Phantom spun wildly and began to lose altitude. It hit the ground with a metallic screech and exploded in a blinding blue flash of plasma and a shower of debris. Corpses of scorched Brutes rolled out of the Phantom. Niokiljolmee dropped the smoldering cannon and picked up the beam rifle he propped againsed a conifer.

"That is for my brothers!" Growled Niokiljolmee "Let no more of your foul apes escape my wrath."

A rustling began the whisper in the jungle. Niokiljolmee turned around to see something he hasn't seen in hours. Elites that were alive and at the ready. A pair of Honor Guards in elaborate ceremonial armor clutched energy swords. An assortment of other elites exited the jungle toting Carbines and Plasma rifles.

"Commander, we have fought our way through searching for other Elites. There is little Brute resistance back there" The Honor Gaurd triumphantly chuckled as smoke columns rose through the jungle.

"What of the rest of the elites" Asked Niokiljolmee, worried.

The Honor guard shook his head, unsure of their fate.

"Then let us go." Niokiljolmee ordered the elites

The team of elites moved fanned out across the thinning jungle. The terrain was getting rocky and treacherous. Niokiljolmee spotted a brute pack dumping human and elite bodies off of a rock ridge into a trench below. Niokiljolme raised his hand, signaling his squad to wait. Niokiljolmee sighted his beam rifle and put the crosshair on the forehead of the brute captain with a ridiculously noticeable orange flag on his shoulder.

He pulsed the trigger and watched in satisfaction as the creature's head exploded into a messy assortment of violet blood and brain matter.

"Charge!" Niokiljolmee growled as he whipped his sword from his holster.

The Elites opened fire on the pack of brutes. Two of them succumbed to the initial wave of plasma and slumped into the pile of bodies that they were putting the fallen corpses of their enemies in. The last three returned fire with some sort of new weapon. It looked like some kind of rifle with a pair of blades mounted on the front. They fired red hot spikes that shredded through tree bark and leaves.

Niokiljolmee armed a plasma grenade and hurled it up at the brute position. It latched onto the brute's arm. He frantically waved his arm to try to dislodge it, but to no avail. It detonated and removed the brute's arm and most of it's torso. The last brute was struck in the head with a pair of carbine shells and it fell backwards on top of a campfire, putting it out with a hiss.

Niokiljolmee surveyed the area. Animal screeches and plasma fire echoed across the vast ring world. There were only five elites with him, balanced against the thousands slaughtered here. There were two minor, one major, and two honor guards in his squad.

"Be careful." Niokiljolmee cautioned his allies. Jackal snipers would take the sound of gunfire as a job application for some extra credits for their mercenary work. A flash of Purple cut through the jungle and a blue armored Elite fell onto the ground lifeless.

"Scatter!" shouted Niokiljolmee as he crouched behind a large boulder as plasma fire erupted as a brute ambush broke out.

Two berserk brutes ran towards an honor guard, grabbing his arm. He managed to pull an energy sword from his leg and swung at the brute's arm, slicing it off. Niokiljolmee sighted his rifle at the elite and the brute rolling on the ground, trying to gain an advantage over each other.

Niokiljolmee fired the beam rifle at the brute's hand as he raised it in the air to pummel the Sangheili. It struck the creature's forearm, splitting it in two. The Brute howled as it's hand fell to the ground with steam leaving in ghostly whisps from the severed wrist. It toppled over and the honor guard put the Brute out of it's miserable existence. The elite got up and continued fighting off the brutes.

He readied his Beam Rifle and scoped through the holographic optical sight. He saw a red dot through the leave and vines. A Jackal's eye. Niokiljolmee held his breath and squeezed the trigger. The Jackal fell to the ground with a loud smack, lifeless. Niokiljolmee moved up the rocks for a higher elevation. He found his spot when a purple beam sliced through his leg, and he howled in pain as he fell of the rock and hit the ground unconscious. The last thing he heard was what he thought to be human weapons firing.

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The next chapter should be up tomorrow.

  • 06.22.2009 2:30 PM PDT

Posted by: cB4d93
Posted by: Silent Eli
you are a good translator
Idiot can be a hard language to learn, but once you get it down, everything becomes so clear! The whole world will make sense to you.

"Wake up, squidhead."

Niokiljolmee reacted automatically, in a flash of a sword and the twist of muscles, the man was pinned against a tree with a terrified expression on his face. Niokiljolmee was about to kill the man when another Human tackled him and pointed a firearm at his head. He had dark skin and a brown cylinder protruding from his mouth.

"Settle down. Big guy. You're now with us." The man said.

"I would not stoop to such a dishonorable level. You humans are Heretics, and are foolish to desecrate this Ring with your presence." Niokiljolmee was furious.

"It's true, Major."

A distinctively Sangheili voice boomed. Niokiljolmee turned to see a fellow Special Operations Major emerging from the woods. He had half of his mandibles.

"I am Rtas' Vadum, Special Operations Commander of the forces that were stationed on this Ring."

Niokiljolmee was furious.

"How dare you dishonor the Prophets, where is the suffix of your name?"

The Elite laughed.

"Dishonor the Prophets? It is now my mission to destroy them!"

"Elaborate!"

Rtas' looked at Niokiljolmee.

"Well Niokiljolmee, or should I say Niokiljolm, the Jiralhaenae did not betray us at all, they were ordered to carry out the extermination of Elites under the direct order of the prophets, and to put it simply, we are no longer members of the Covenant"

Niokiljolm' gasped.

"What of the Great Journey?"

Vadum chuckled, his mandibles contorting into what would be a grin by human standards.

"I suppose I must shock you again. The Great Journey is a lie."

"Heresy."

"Nay, The Arbiter himself uncovered this in the control room. The Halos are super-weapons designed to eradicate all life in the universe. The Forerunners never ascended, only destroyed themselves in order to stop the flood, which we released with this "Great Journey" farce. Now we must stop them before they drive us, the humans, and themselves into extinction."

Niokiljolm' did not respond. The weight of his life serving the prophets collapsed on him like a star going supernova. He looked down as the visions of slaughter from the betrayal and the grotesque scale of the flood threat raced through his mind.

"I will accept this, but I must set aside time to assess this. I amshaken to say the least."
"I was, too." Vadum said. "But we must set that aside. The human you becameacquainted with, Johnson, will brief you on what we must do to get off the ring alive."

The dark skinned human nodded.

"Alright, turkey." He said as he stammped out his cigar. "I am Avery Johnson and you must listen to me as of right now. Is that clear?"

"Do not test me, human."

"Test you, I am giving you an order, son. I don't care if you are the meanest alien son of a -blam!- on this side of the Milky Way, when I am tasked with giving orders, it's in your best interest to see them through. Now I will say it again, am I clear you split-chinned bastard?

"I will adhere as of now, but that does not mean I will like it."

"You know what I don't like?"

"What, human."

"You."

Johnson pointed to a cruiser looming over the forest nearby with it's gravity lift deployed. It was vaguely organic, resembling a flattened purple shark, but bristling with plasma cannons and measuring 1,800 meters long, it was a formidable craft, only outclassed by the massive Assault Carriers and Supercarriers, the rarest of the Covenant ships.

"We gotta take that ship and make it back to Earth before the apes do, and we are going to work together no matter how much you or I don't like it. Now go to the tent over there and stock up on weapons. We are going to launch an attack in about 10 minutes."

Niokiljolm' proceeded towards the tent, where a ragged assortment of weapons sat. Half-charged plasma rifles, pistols, and carbines were thrown in a corner while human weapons were piled nicely and organized. Disrespectful rats, thought Niokiljolm.'

Niokiljolm' retrieved a pair of plasma rifles, and reached for a carbine, which he slung across his back. He was about to help himself on spare ammunition and grenades when a shout pierced the air.

"Bravo Kilos, lots of 'em!"

Niokiljolm' left the tattered tent to see a pack of brutes sweeping through the coniferous forest ahead, spread rather thin.

"Get the fire on them!"

A pair of human soldiers in grey fatigues dropped on their knees and let loose with MA5B assault rifles. A group of humans and elites appeared, combat ready. Niokiljolm' saw the first brute galloping on all fours, heading straight for him. The brute sported power armor, newly issued and capable of soaking up a considerable amount of damage. It knocked aside a frail marine, and Niokiljolm' decided to let him have it. Lances of brilliant sapphire plasma exploded from the two weapons, overwhelming the brute's armor in less than two seconds. It exploded into metal chunks as the plasma made contact with exposed flesh.

The brute staggered back, consumed by the intense heat. It toppled over with a sizzle. Rtas ignited an energy sword and plunged it into the chest of a brute. He looked back at Niokiljolm'

"Keep the vermin away from the Phantoms!"

Two Phantom dropships sat parked in a clearing were surrounded by Marines and Elites. Niokiljolm' sprinted across the forest as spikes flew overhead and buried themselves in the trees behind him. Niokiljolm' rolled behind a crate as the remaining forces pulled back. A Brute captain fired a brute shot towards the Phantoms. The grenades exploded, denting the hull of the ship.

"Someone stop Baby Kong over there!" A Marine shouted.

A human with a SR92AM sniper put two rounds downrange. A headless brute corpse dropped.

"Eat it, you hairy -blam!-sack."

The marine reloaded his rifle and scoped once again. Another wave of brutes emerged from the woods, toting what looked like a spiked club. Were the fools going to try to engage Sangheili at melee range?

The brutes proceeded the hurl the sticks at their position. Futile.

When one landed next to Niokiljolm,' he noticed the burning fuse attacked to it. It exploded and threw him back into a tree, where blood splattered in his mouth and webbed across his mandibles. He retried a plasma rifle and looked to see a handful of Marines holding shrapnel imbedding in their limbs or stomach, with about two Marines already dead.

Whoever was still standing returned fire, and a brute went after Niokiljolm.' His armor was in shards and he came charging, completely berserk, towards him.

Niokiljolm' brought his plasma rifle down on the skull of the brute with a satisfying crack. It dropped like a sack of rocks, dead.

"Everyone aboard the Phantoms, they know we are coming!"

Johnson pumped his shotgun after blasting a brute into the next age of reclamation. A steaming shell leaped out as he climbed aboard a Phantom with a group of Marines, who dragged the wounded aboard.

Rtas' Vadum motioned the Elites on board and Niokiljolm' walked backwards, firing his rifles at the advancing brutes.

"Niokiljolm, now!"

Without further hesitation, Niokiljolm' climbed aboard as the first Phantom ascended, firing it's cannons to halt the brutes. As the last minor domo stepped aboard, the Phantom took off, making a sharp right as they accelerated towards the cruiser with the other Phantom.


[Edited on 06.26.2009 12:41 PM PDT]

  • 06.22.2009 5:28 PM PDT

The land of fun freedom has been taken by the recon greedy fingers of the boosted 50's and lag switch wielding trolls of the bungie forums. The ones blinded by the goal of a 50 don't see how fun halo is any more it became a goal instead of a recreation....... Sorry to say man but its over.

you are a good writer but please avoid cliches (i know theres as accent but i forgot the code and im not looking it up.) such as 'instruments of death' other then that its pretty good keep it up.

  • 06.22.2009 8:49 PM PDT

Posted by: cB4d93
Posted by: Silent Eli
you are a good translator
Idiot can be a hard language to learn, but once you get it down, everything becomes so clear! The whole world will make sense to you.

Note taken. Thank you Gblasco.

  • 06.24.2009 10:21 AM PDT

Posted by: cB4d93
Posted by: Silent Eli
you are a good translator
Idiot can be a hard language to learn, but once you get it down, everything becomes so clear! The whole world will make sense to you.

A wing of teardrop-shaped Seraphs launched to intercept. They fired white-hot bolts of plasma towards the dropships, which cracked and contorted the hull as they made a final dash towards the hangar. The Cruiser's energy barrier shorted out as the phantom containing the humans smashed into the hangar and rolled to a stop. The Elite Phantom elegantly came to a hover as the elites dropped from the bay. Grunt teams deployed to put out the fires with coolant hoses turned and fled as Sangheili and Human troops disembarked.

The Hangar was secure, charred bodies of grunts laid in crushed heaps as scattered fires continued burning. Niokiljolm' pointed forward towards a purple sliding door. A Minor Domo went to open it when he disappeared in a fiery flash. A Brute response team had made it to the hangar, and opened fire. Troops on both sides scrambled to find cover. Niokiljolm' did not hesitate to hurl a plasma grenade he retrieved from a dead grunt deckhand. A muffled bang and a flash shook the cavernous hangar.

"They are going to send them in until we are overwhelmed. Hold your own warriors!"

Rtas Vadum ordered the soldiers. Niokiljolm's plasma rifle ran dry, and he discarded it. It skidded across the deck as it vented blue mist.

Niokiljolm' pulled the carbine from his back and looked through the holographic optical sight. The crosshairs met a brute head, and two pulses of the trigger dropped the minor.

Niokiljolm' went back into cover as a hail of red plasma bolts scorched the air overhead. Niokiljolm' was saturated in fire. He couldn't get a good shot.

A Marine a few meters from Niokiljolm' armed a fragmentation grenade and lobbed it over the wreckage of their Phantom. It rolled to a stop in front of a brute, who looked down before it detonated, hurling him into the air without his legs. Blood spurted all over the hangar deck as the brute numbers began to thin.

Johnson shouted at his men in the chaotic cacophony of sounds, and they all armed grenades and lobbed them. The brute line was decimated and the Sangheili in the hangar charged. Niokiljolm' joined the charge as a furious band of elites cut apart the brutes, flailing their energy swords with deadly precision. As the last brute fell, Rtas's voice boomed.

"All warriors, stick together and do not relent. Be swift and furious and the brutes will fall lifeless as we press to the bridge."

Johnson nodded to the Major and motioned his men forward.

"Dubbo, take point. Take my M90."

Johnson punched the Marines shoulder and tossed him the shotgun.

"Righto mate, let's kick ass."

The Marine walked through the doors into the dark purple hallways. He flicked on the lamp on his shotgun and crouched. A grunt turned and panicked, but received a roud to the face.

"We're good, move it up."

The humans and elites moved into the hallways. Plasma rifles and battle riffles pointed at every dimly lit corner.

Johnson lowered his pistol and looked at Rtas Vadum.

"I've been on a cruiser once, we are not too far from the bridge are we?"

"No, we should be passing the brig. Maybe there are surviving allies that can assist us in the brig. We should help them."

A pair of jackals sat guarding the hallway to the brig. They saw the group of soldiers and were dispatched before they could activate their shields.

The elites and humans that found their way to the brig were to late. Human corpses were piled in to corner, all beheaded. The brutes knew they were coming and killed the humans before they could be rescued.

"Monsters. Do not worry humans, they will pay."

The humans still looked at their comrades. Johnson removed his hat and shook his head. He took a picture from his pocket and looked at it. It was his Aunt.

"No more dead heroes"

He put his hat back on and snapped a quick salute to the dead.

An elite came back from the other brig, and looked at Half-Jaw.

"More dead. Elites, branded with the mark of shame."

Hal-Jaw sighed.

"Then they shall know wear it as a badge of honor."

A revelation sparked in Niokiljolm.' Humans felt the same sense of remorse for their comrades that die fighting honorably. They were both warriors, and Niokiljolm' wanted to cleanse from him the sudden guilt of destroying everything humanity has achieved in the galaxy. They had effectively lost everthing to the Covenant, and he wanted to help stop them.

Niokiljolm' entered the second brig to see about ten dead elites stripped of their honor and branded with the mark. He took a breath and began to recite the Sangheili Death Benediction. It likely meant nothing to these elites anymore, but it was the best he could do for them.

"May the Great Journey await you, may your enemies writhe in hell, and your line continued forward, and gain honor

May your scattered body go, beyond the limits of your mind"

"Beyond the limits of our world," finished Rtas Vadum, who put his hand on Niokiljolm's shoulder." We can properly honor the dead once we control this ship. It's now a final push to the hangar now. I will round up the soldiers. We will enter the hangar shortly. Prepare for combat."



  • 06.26.2009 8:29 PM PDT