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Subject: [Story] The Will of the Forerunners. [Part ten available]
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This is just to introduce Al'Katal and his situation, things will start in another part or two, which will be shorter. Feedback is appreciated.

Prolague: The Will of the Forerunners


Al'Katl had been a great general. He had fought many battles, and he was an Elite who never lost, until now. He had lost all of his honor with one stupid mistake. He slept with another Elite's mate. When this was discovered, the Prophets stripped him off everything he had, his weapons, golden armor, and his pride.

Al'Katal slammed his fist into the door of a lowly bar, full of the scum of the Covenant. Grunts, back stabbing Jackals, filthy Brutes, and desolate Elites just like himself. The fallen warrior dropped into a chair in the corner of the bar, there he slouched in the shadows, ashamed.

He had been living in the lower districts of this covenant city for three years, rotting away in misery. A piece of bread bounced off the back of his skull, he turned sharply in his seat and snarled at a bickering Jackal. This one had been giving trouble every time he entered the place. Al'Katal got up, and walked toward the table where this pest resided.

Five companions of the Jackal sat beside him, plasma pistols holstered at their sides. Al'Katal realized that they were serving the prophets in war, but what else did he have to lose?

The Elite leaned across the table until his face was right in front of the Jackal's.
"For your sake." Al'Katal said in a low rough voice, "Do not do that again."The Elite's mandibles flexed in anger. The Jackal hissed and spat in the Elites face. Al'Katal had had enough.

The Elite grabbed the Jackal by the throat. The alien squirmed in the vice grip of the enraged Al'Katal. The Jackal's companions jumped out of their chairs and reached for their plasma pistols to save their commander, but was too late.

Al'Katal had already slammed his combatant onto the cold metal table and was smashing his skull in with one fist. He picked the headless Jackal up off the table, and swung it at the others. The bird like creatures flew through the air and hit the wall of the building. Purple blood sprayed the near by spectators.

Everyone was silent, Al'Katal knew he wasn't welcome here, but this would be the third place he was thrown out of today. Two Brutes walked towards him. The Elite was strong, but without a weapon, he was no match for the colossal aliens. Al'Katal moved his mandibles, as if he was preparing to destroy the Brutes, but his efforts would be futile.

The two aliens grabbed him by his torn clothes. Al'Katal struggled, but failed to break free. One of the brutes kicked the back door open, and both of them launched him through the air onto the dirt covered metal of the city, the holy metal of High Charity.


[Edited on 08.23.2009 6:38 PM PDT]

  • 07.13.2009 2:56 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Will of the Forerunners

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

This is kick-ass. Thanks for the comment on my Story, maybe we can keep in touch?

  • 07.13.2009 4:22 PM PDT
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Posted by: LIL Smurf DOGG
This is kick-ass. Thanks for the comment on my Story, maybe we can keep in touch?


Thanks :D yea sure.

  • 07.13.2009 4:24 PM PDT

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

Lol, I just posted part 8 :P

  • 07.13.2009 4:52 PM PDT
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Part 1

Al'Katal lifted himself off of the cold ground. He coughed blood, and staggered while attempting to walk. He walked through the lower district, looking at all of the pitiful creatures around him. Al'Katal new he was one of them, but he would never admit it to himself.

Al'Katal wanted his place in the universe back; he wanted to be a General again. " No." He thought, "I still am, but a lost one. They can never take my title from me, never" If he wanted to be General again, he would have to do something dangerous, maybe even commit heresy.

The Elite thought of how he would justify his actions. Not to others, but to himself. He could not achieve his goal with guilt hanging over him. If he did what he was thinking of, he would be betraying the prophets, but then again, he was the greatest General in all of covenant history. He would be helping them fulfill the wishes of the forerunners, wouldn't he? That would work for Al'Katal, or at least for now.

He made his way to the home of a very old friend. He had saved a Huragok from human scum, and ever since then, the floating being was Al'Katal's loyal servant, even in the state the Elite was in, the Huragok would help.



[Edited on 07.13.2009 7:52 PM PDT]

  • 07.13.2009 7:49 PM PDT
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Part 2

Strangely enough, the Huragok lived in the lower district. The creatures were more interested in repairing and studying things than serving the Prophets. They followed orders simply because they liked to perform those tasks. Most of them lived in the more luxurious parts of High Charity, but this one chose to help those who suffered, he had true honor.

Al'Katal walked into the Huragok's shelter. It was built of the same purple metal that covenant spacecrafts used. The construct was some dome shaped, and not very big, Al'Katal could barely fit inside of it, but it was the perfect place for the task. The small dome was located at the end of an empty alley, they were alone.

"Hi!" The Huragok said using his tentacles. The creatures spoke through sign language that not many understood. "I need you to create armor for special purposes." Al'Katal signed back," It must possess active camouflage, and an over shield. Forge it from the strongest alloy you have." " That is very dangerous, heresy, is that not what you call it? Only the prophets may give a warrior Forerunner creations. Your laws will have you slain for this." The Huragok warned. He wasn't afraid to be punished, he was afraid of his master's death.

"It is in the best interest of the Covenant." Al'Katal stated, "it must be done." The Elite portrayed Huragok language very well for a creature with three fingers per hand. His Huragok taught him, and it was those long hours of study that bonded them.

The floating creature agreed to his master's wishes, "Color?" The Huragok asked. "G-.black." Al'katal left the dome. He wanted his title, and the golden armor would give him satisfaction, but he had to deny it from himself. It wasn't time, not yet.


  • 07.13.2009 7:53 PM PDT
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Part 3

Al'Katal returned to his shelter, a mess of metal rods jammed into the end of an alley way. The prongs protruded from the three walls. They formed a canopy on which Al'Katal placed cloth to create a crude roof. It wasn't pleasant to sleep in, but it kept him alive.

The elite entered his home, and leaned against the wall in the back. He unfolded a piece of cloth, and stared at the only thing he had left. It was his energy sword. The mighty blade was a symbol of honor, something he no longer had. Now it was just a weapon.

Al'Katal heard footsteps coming towards his shelter. Everyone knew this path lead to a dead end, his home. He then realized what was happening. His fellow kin were here to kill him. Al'Katal was a disgrace to the Elites. The only way to redeem their race was to slay this mongrel. Al'Katal knew what he had to do. He picked up his energy sword's hilt, walked out of his shelter, and activated the blade. It made a hiss that he hadn't heard in years.

  • 07.13.2009 8:09 PM PDT

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

Very nice, descriptive vocab. Just make the parts a little longer.

  • 07.13.2009 8:28 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

wow! amazing cant wait to see where this leads to
keep it up

  • 07.19.2009 1:34 PM PDT

Halo: Heretic or Hero---An Elite's Story
Choose your own destiny

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Forged in the Flames of Passion, go forth and represent!

A very good idea indeed...the 'sleeping with an Elite's mate' is what woke me up...lol.

You've got a lot of talent, and a good sense of humor as well. Those are essentials of a good writer.

What I would suggest for the next chapter is to implement a bit more feeling into your character. Not to say there isn't any here, but I'd like to know exactly what he is thinking when two Brutes grab him by his torn clothes. Filthy, indecent apes!

A very good start though, please continue it.

  • 07.21.2009 6:18 AM PDT
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Thank you for the comments :) I'm sorry it took so long. I haven't checked the forum in a while. I hope you like the new parts :D


Part 4

In stood in front of Al'Katal stood four elites. His enemies wore black cloth; they were almost invisible in the night. "So it has come to this my brothers?" Al'Katal asked his soon to be combatants. "We are not your brothers." One of the Elites said. It had a deep dark tone of anger in its voice, and with this, the four aliens launched themselves at Al'Katal.

Al'Katal smiled, they had already made a mistake. They should have attacked from all sides, then they would have a good chance at killing him. Al'Katal wasn't only the greatest General that had ever lived, but the most valiant and skilled warrior. He stood three feet taller than most of his kin, and was twice as strong.

Al'Katal parried the first strike form one of his attackers. He dodged the next from another, and slashed its stomach open. The fallen Elite cried out in pain, and dropped to the ground dead. Al'katal jumped into the air, dodging two blades that would have cut him in three. He landed behind one of his enemies and beheaded him with a foul swing of his blade. The two remaining Elites circled him, like predators about to move in for the kill.



[Edited on 07.22.2009 7:49 PM PDT]

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Part 5

Al'Takals attackers were on both sides of him. They suddenly rushed at the Elite. He dove to the floor and rolled. His enemy's collided, and became dazed. Al'Takal took advantage of this. Before he had even stood up from his evasion, he jumped at one of the startled aliens, cutting it in two at the waist. The survivor stared Al'Takal in the eyes, pure hatred burning inside them. The two Elites stood still in the dark, energy swords blazing.

Al'Takal's combatant charged him. Before his enemy could swing one strike, Al'Takal had him held off the ground by the throat. "Heretic!" The Elite growled. Al'Takal drew him close, looked in his eyes, and said, "Fool" He jammed his energy blade into the Elite's chest. The Elite was dead before he could yell.

Al'Takal sighed. The blood of his kin pooled on the floor. "I have slain those with great honor." He said to himself, "But this is for the will of the prophets, the Will of the Forerunners." The elite stepped back. What have I done? I lie to myself. Pathetic! My kind is dishonored with every beat of my hearts. Al'Katal looked down at his shimmering energy sword, " May running this blade through me cleanse the blood of my ancestors." The Elite leveled to two prongs of the blade to his chest, and prepared to die.


[Edited on 07.22.2009 7:48 PM PDT]

  • 07.22.2009 7:46 PM PDT

the war is over if you want it to be-John Lennon & Yoko Ono

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saved this thread and i think you could wright books for bungie or stories for outher games.

[Edited on 07.22.2009 8:57 PM PDT]

  • 07.22.2009 8:45 PM PDT

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

Posted by: soren211
saved this thread and i think you could wright books for bungie or stories for outher games.


That is a little exaggerated. Your chapters are very short but the writing basis is pretty good so you may want to expand your ideas. I trust you are using Microsoft Word to proof read etc etc...

Other than that, I agree with my good friend, Murph.

[Edited on 07.23.2009 2:33 AM PDT]

  • 07.23.2009 2:31 AM PDT
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Posted by: soren211
saved this thread and i think you could wright books for bungie or stories for outher games.


Thanks :D

About the short chapters. I purposely make them short so people aren't intimidated by the size, but if you think i should make them longer then i guess i could, PM me about it if u want.

  • 07.23.2009 10:05 AM PDT

the war is over if you want it to be-John Lennon & Yoko Ono

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Posted by: I Luv 2 Teamkill
Posted by: soren211
saved this thread and i think you could wright books for bungie or stories for outher games.


Thanks :D

About the short chapters. I purposely make them short so people aren't intimidated by the size, but if you think i should make them longer then i guess i could, PM me about it if u want.

can you be my Sensei in wrighting a good story.

  • 07.23.2009 5:59 PM PDT

Posted by: soren211
Posted by: I Luv 2 Teamkill
Posted by: soren211
saved this thread and i think you could wright books for bungie or stories for outher games.


Thanks :D

About the short chapters. I purposely make them short so people aren't intimidated by the size, but if you think i should make them longer then i guess i could, PM me about it if u want.

can you be my Sensei in wrighting a good story.


I'll help you if you want Soren. It would be like having the Sensei of the Sensei.

  • 07.23.2009 6:00 PM PDT
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Part 6

Al'Katal stood still, his eyes closed. Silence enveloped him just as much as the darkness of the night. The Elite sheathed his energy sword. There is still hope. Al'Katal sifted through ideas that would return his honor to him. He would have to do something great, something that would change the covenant forever.

He couldn't win the war without an army, so that was not an option. Killing the Demon would bring him to his victory, but that was an impossible task. Many had tried, and all had failed. Al'Katal slumped down against the wall of the alley, looking up into the artificial sky. The Dreadnought loomed above him. The Elite stared at its majesty. It was then that he knew what to do.

The Dreadnought was a grand vessel, but there was another. A ship thought to be bigger than any covenant world, built by the forerunners. It could glass an entire system in a matter of minutes. If Al'Katal found this, He would have everything he wanted and more, but where to start?

The Covenant library of High Charity would surely have some sort of information, but he would be recognized and killed, or would he? The Huragok must have finished his armor by now, so he would blend in. All the Elite would have to do is keep his face down. He decided to try this idea.

Al'Katal looked at the ground where the dark purple blood of his brothers spread. He would not leave their bodies here to rot. The Elite wrapped the four corpses in the cloth from his roof, and set it afire with his energy sword. It was as good as he could do. After attending their cremation, he traveled through the lower district until he reached the Huragok's home. When Al'Katal walked into the shelter, he was horrified to see his huragok friend mutilated and burned, "The Elites." He snarled.

Al'Katal was ashamed. It was his fault that the creature was dead. Only because of his selfishness did the Huragok die. He wanted vengeance, but he would have to kill more Covenant allies to do so. Al'Katal was lost in a sea of confusion and emotions. The Most prominent of them all was hatred. It began to flow through his viens, and then, in the depths of his hearts, something clicked

Blind faith will be the end of these pious fools that breathe around me . Al'Katal had forgoten about the forerunners, his religion, even the prophets. The Elite had one thing left, the Huragok. Now his own kin had taken it away from him. Al'Katal was consumed by the urge to kill.

The Elite spotted his armor. It had been forged before the Huragok was murdered, but it had a dull grey color. His friend must not have had the time to color the metal. Al'Katal growled at the thought of the creature's death, "my armor will be painted with the blood of the Covenant." The next sunrise would be acompanied by a slaughter.


[Edited on 07.28.2009 3:49 PM PDT]

  • 07.23.2009 6:02 PM PDT

the war is over if you want it to be-John Lennon & Yoko Ono

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Posted by: Wolverfrog
Posted by: soren211
Posted by: I Luv 2 Teamkill
Posted by: soren211
saved this thread and i think you could wright books for bungie or stories for outher games.


Thanks :D

About the short chapters. I purposely make them short so people aren't intimidated by the size, but if you think i should make them longer then i guess i could, PM me about it if u want.

can you be my Sensei in wrighting a good story.


I'll help you if you want Soren. It would be like having the Sensei of the Sensei.

well i need live but i don't it yet why don't u message me thur my account ill read it then ill show you my stab at wrighting.

[Edited on 07.23.2009 6:09 PM PDT]

  • 07.23.2009 6:08 PM PDT
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When life gives you lemons, ferment them and get drunk.

Posted by: soren211
Posted by: Wolverfrog
Posted by: soren211
Posted by: I Luv 2 Teamkill
Posted by: soren211
saved this thread and i think you could wright books for bungie or stories for outher games.


Thanks :D

About the short chapters. I purposely make them short so people aren't intimidated by the size, but if you think i should make them longer then i guess i could, PM me about it if u want.

can you be my Sensei in wrighting a good story.


I'll help you if you want Soren. It would be like having the Sensei of the Sensei.

well i need live but i don't it yet why don't u message me thur my account ill read it then ill show you my stab at wrighting.


Sure i can be your sensei, but i must say, Wolver is the master of all writers here. He is my sensai. Couldn't have made this without him. by the way if you read this like 7 mins ago i just edited it. Just the last two paragraphs tho.

[Edited on 07.23.2009 6:27 PM PDT]

  • 07.23.2009 6:25 PM PDT

the war is over if you want it to be-John Lennon & Yoko Ono

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so jut wolver or you bouth because i need help making stories

  • 07.23.2009 6:29 PM PDT
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Il help, but it's wolvers decision if he wants to.

  • 07.23.2009 7:08 PM PDT

Nah, you go ahead Teamkill.

Pretty nice story by the way, just a little short but it doesn't matter too much.

  • 07.23.2009 7:09 PM PDT
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When life gives you lemons, ferment them and get drunk.

Posted by: Wolverfrog
Nah, you go ahead Teamkill.

Pretty nice story by the way, just a little short but it doesn't matter too much.


Thanks :D I'm guna start workin on the next part tomorow. So soren, PM me if you have any questions.

[Edited on 07.23.2009 7:29 PM PDT]

  • 07.23.2009 7:14 PM PDT

Don't worry, It's gunna b k.

Great story.
Not to offend but wasnt it said that elite sword warriors were allowed to mate with any female in order to spread his sword wielding genes?

  • 07.24.2009 7:21 PM PDT

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