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Subject: [Story] True Sangheili (Part 18 available!) ~ 28 Feb
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Heroes Are Remembered, Legends Never Die.

One Shot One Kill, No Luck Just Skill.

Awesome.

  • 03.09.2010 11:55 AM PDT

Why hello there.

Microwave ovens are quite large.

WORT, WORT,WORT!

-NUMS!

ETA on a new part?

  • 03.19.2010 7:44 AM PDT

Posted by: me123456789
ETA on a new part?


I've been busy with exam revision and coursework lately. So I don't have much time to write. Just keep checking in, I'm not going to give any definite times.

In the meantime, check out some other stories around the Gallery. A lot of potential goes unnoticed because no-one reads their work. If I hadn't gotten replies for the first chapter of Memoirs when I released it a lifetime ago, I'd have probably stopped.

Plus, it'd be nice to get a few more writers around here. Anyone with the motivation can write, just try your hand at it people.

/PSA

  • 03.19.2010 10:35 AM PDT

I am the one that judges after, not looking and thinking Z0mG this lo0kz 1ik3 it Suk3s @$$.
I'm a more civilized person than thoughs idiots.

Nice story.
I liked it alot.
Continue onward my friend.

  • 03.20.2010 2:03 PM PDT

Great story man!

  • 03.21.2010 12:23 PM PDT

I opened this thread up, just to see what it was like, and I lost an hour. I'm keeping a tally of all the time you owe me.

BTW, it is great to see Nums evolve through this thread, I blame you for his obsession with flaps.

  • 03.21.2010 3:24 PM PDT

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why did you get banned?

i was greatly enjoying your story

  • 03.27.2010 1:22 PM PDT
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Posted by: T55 sh4d0w
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why did you get banned?

i was greatly enjoying your story
He got banned because Bungle is strict.

  • 04.10.2010 10:06 AM PDT

More please!

  • 04.11.2010 7:23 AM PDT

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I'm fresh off a ban, any updates?

  • 04.15.2010 5:03 PM PDT

Posted by: RogueAssassin27
I'm fresh off a ban, any updates?


I've nearly finished Part 19; like I said though, my primary focus right now is Insurrection and I'm also very busy with exam revision.

  • 04.15.2010 11:17 PM PDT

Here's a new chapter, I'm sorry if it's not incredibly long, but like I said, I'm very busy with life right now. Enjoy!

Part 19 - Old habits die hard

Sorran walked down the sterile avenue of the religious district of High Charity. Whilst it was true that the entirety of the station was holy and pure, this district in particular was the closest to the divine Dreadnought where the Oracle was said to be housed, and as such most religious figures set up shop here.

Why have I come here, Sorran wondered, looking around at the tall chapels and monasteries. He'd woken up, and Restraint had told him that he should go out and get some fresh air. It was hardly fresh, just recycled. Still, Sorran had taken the Minister's recommendation, and had set out from the estate with no real destination in mind. Somehow, he'd wound up here.

He hadn't bothered with his Honour Guard armour. It would have just attracted unwanted attention. Instead, he'd chosen a loose fitting robe, tied at the waist, which was a soft purple ordained with faint silver lining. Hidden beneath the robe where it covered his left shoulder was a small personal shield generator which would offer him some small protection. Attached to his pitch black leather belt was a small civilian class plasma pistol, and his energy sword.

The same things he had worn as a scholar, minus the energy sword, of course. His visit to the Grand Library yesterday had pained him. He hadn't had many friends there, seeing as how most of the scholars were aloof Prophets who refused to fraternise with Sangheili, but seeing his old work place had invoked painful emotions in him.

High Charity was currently in orbit above an uninhabited planet. The station's resource gatherers were extracting precious materials from the planet's crust, most of which would be used to supply the war effort against the humans.
Atop a dais was a Sangheili, preaching. A crowd had gathered around him, and they looked angry.

"Our gods do not want war, my brothers! Do not believe the falsehoods the Prophets feed you for a second, the Forerunners did not command us to fight the humans. They are as noble and worthy as any of us, and should be welcomed into the Covenant with open arms! The Prophets are merely intimidated by their ingenuity and courage. Oppose the war, brothers. Campaign for the humans to be allowed to join us in our search for the Journey!" the zealotry Sangheili cried, a wild look in his eyes.

"Blasphemy!" a Jiralhanae watching shouted, fists balled. "The humans insult our Lords by defiling the holy relics they left behind for we to reclaim. We must wipe every single one of the heretical swine out!"

The crowd seemed to agree with the Jiralhanae's words, shouting insults at the Sangheili on the dais.

"No! That is a lie, Brute. I myself have fought against these humans, and have found them to be compassionate and caring. They do not defile Forerunner relics! They do not even know of the Journey or our Lords. We must enlighten them, and end this needless conflict."

Sorran watched the scene with a clinical dispassion. He hadn't really given much thought to the humans over the past few weeks. But now that he thought about it, he realised that the whole war was a sham. Sorran did not know exactly why the three Hierarchs had decided to war with the humans, but he knew that the reasons had to be faked.

A heated debate had risen between the preaching Sangheili and the Jiralhanae, and their raised voices had caught the attention of a passing Prophet. The wizened figure leaned forward in his chair for a few moments, assessing the situation, before turning to his Honour Guard.

"Seize that heretic. Bring him to me," the Prophet ordered. Sorran grimaced, and knew what was about to come. He knew he should leave, but felt compelled to remain by a morbid curiosity.

The burly and utterly indoctrinated Sangheili pushed past the rowdy crowd aggressively, eventually reaching the 'heretical' preacher who opposed the Covenant war with the humans. The Sangheili bravely attempted to struggle with the trained Honour Guard for a few moments, dealing a few heavy blows, but was eventually subdued and manacled, before being aggressively dragged off the dais and led towards the Prophet, who had a murderous gleam in his eyes.

"You, Sangheili. Why do you spread these falsehoods and slander with your unworthy tongue?" the Prophet demanded, sneering and aloof.

"I speak only the truth, as our Lord do decree it," the heretic replied courageously, staring the livid Prophet straight in the eyes.

"No! You are a heretic, worthy of neither pity nor mercy. I will end your blasphemy and grant your troubled soul peace. Drown this dissenter Daran'ee," the Prophet ordered his Honour Guard. Sorran's eyes grew wide at the Prophet's verdict. Daran'ee grabbed the shocked heretic with a disgusting eagerness, manipulating him towards the artificial lake some metres away. The heretical Sangheili attempted to resist, but the Honour Guard was over a foot taller than him, and knew what he was doing. With a sickening splash, the Sangheili's head was forced underwater by Daran'ee's strong hand.

The crowd was jeering now at the drowning Sangheili, laughing and pointing. The Prophet who had ordered the death was watching the flailing of his victim with a smug satisfaction.

Sorran watched on with horror, and found his fists had automatically balled. He turned away from the scene, fully intending to walk off and leave the foolish Sangheili to his fate.

Am I really that cold? Sorran posed the question to himself, conflicted. He turned back around, ignoring his common sense. The drowning heretic was still struggling, but his movements were slowing, and Sorran knew that he would die in the next thirty seconds.

To hell with it all!

  • 04.18.2010 3:33 AM PDT

Sorran stalked towards the murderous Honour Guard, who was laughing, unaware of anything around him. He sensed the crowd's eyes on him, suspicious as he drew ever closer.

"Enough!" Sorran shouted, grabbing Daran'ee's shoulder roughly and forcing him away from his victim. The heretical Sangheili lifted his head out of the water as the Honour Guard's pressure lessened, gasping and pale faced, moments away from death.

"What do you think you're doing?" the Honour Guard demanded of Sorran, drawing up to his full height. Sorran sighed, knowing what was about to come.

"That Sangheili was exercising his religious freedom. You have no right to kill him!" Sorran replied aggressively, drawing courage from an unknown location. The heretic was lying on the ground, water spurting out of his mouth.

Daran'ee didn't reply, instead dealing Sorran a heavy blow in the jaw. He staggered back, reeling and dizzy. A few moments later, Sorran felt his own head in the raging Honour Guard's grasp, and was suddenly forced underwater just like the heretic had been.

Sorran's mouth opened in shock, and a torrent of water flooded his mouth, seeping into his lungs. He immediately closed his jaw, attempting to stay calm. He tried to draw his head back above the surface, but he was well and truly trapped by the other Honour Guard's grasp.

His arms were still free however, stuck high up in the air above the water. And he still had his weapons at his belt. Sorran groped around his waist until his hands clasped around something familiar -- the hilt of his sword.

Driven by some deep Sangheilian instinct, Sorran activated the energy sword with one fluid movement, slicing through its sheath and slicing the Honour Guard who was him in the stomach. Daran'ee gasped as he felt the burning blade sear his skin, and his grip faltered. Not hesitating for even a moment, Sorran drew his head out of the water and drove the full length of the blade deep into the Honour Guard's chest. Purple blood sprayed out of the gaping wound only to be turned into a gaseous, fuchsia vapour.

Sorran shoved the very much dead Guard of the end of his quivering blade with a noise of disgust, and found himself the subject of many horrified eyes. The Prophet who Daran'ee had protected had was frozen with shock.

The only sensible thing to do was to run. Drawing out a plasma pistol, he fired a few warning shots at the outraged crowd behind him, and they fled in the opposite direction instantly. The Prophet was barking orders at them, demanded that they rip Sorran to pieces. His words fell on deaf ears.
Sorran turned to bolt, and nearly tripped over as his foot connected with the petrified heretical Sangheili who had started all this trouble.

"If you wish to live, you had better follow me," Sorran hurriedly snapped at the shell shocked Sangheili, who was staring with unseeing eyes at the Honour Guard's corpse. Growing annoyed, Sorran kicked him in the ribs, dragging him back into reality.

"Run!" Sorran barked in an uncharacteristically stern and commanding tone. The Sangheili nodded, coughing up one last spurt of water and staggering to his feet, which seemed unsteady. Sorran looked behind him, and saw a group of Sangheili Constabulary step out from a Shadow transport, starting after Sorran and his new friend.

Their armour was slow and cumbersome however, and soon Sorran had darted into a dark, old alley, practically dragging the heretical Sangheili behind him. He listened for a few moments, before pausing.

"We lost them," Sorran stated with relief, letting out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. Spending more time in a prison was not one of his top priorities.

"They tried to kill me!" the heretic was gasping out, nearly babbling nonsense. Sorran wheeled on him then, spurred on by anger and distress.

"Did you really expect anything different? Spouting blasphemy, challenging the words of the hierarchs? Had it not been for my far too charitable hand, you would be lying at the bottom of that lake right now!"

And then, to Sorran's complete horror, the Sangheili began to cry, shedding tears freely and without restraint. He realised he'd gone too far.

"I apologise if I came across as harsh, but by the gods brother, what I spoke was the truth. You must be more careful about what you say, especially in these troubled times," Sorran consoled the husk of a Sangheili softly, looking down at his trembling body with pity and compassion.

Besides, have I not done things just as idiotic in the past -- if not more so?

"Don't leave me!" the weeping Sangheili suddenly burst out, clinging onto Sorran's leg with dogged determination. Sorran sighed audibly.

Why me? After much deliberation, he finally reached a sensible decision. Well, in his eyes at least.

"Worry not dear brother, my Master's house is a place of refuge. I shall take you there. We have much to discuss."

  • 04.18.2010 3:34 AM PDT

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Great Chapter! I wonder what is going to happen next...

  • 04.18.2010 6:06 AM PDT
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I be gone into the depts of abyss. I'm leaving Bungie.net. Sorry.

*No, Sorran, its a trap!!*

  • 04.18.2010 6:20 PM PDT
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I love the complainers that complain about the complainers complaining.

It's a trap!

  • 04.19.2010 1:46 PM PDT

How'd you find me?

Well, actually, it's a trout, because there was a trout in the lake, but it's raw, so Sorran's gonna be poisoned by the trout... great part Wolvers!

  • 04.19.2010 7:00 PM PDT

Who cares if it short! It's still great! Good job!

  • 04.20.2010 3:19 AM PDT

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I feel depressed...

  • 04.20.2010 5:27 PM PDT
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Awesome story dude keep it up :D

  • 04.28.2010 6:41 AM PDT
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Next part?

  • 05.01.2010 3:43 PM PDT
Subject: [Novel] True Sangheili (Part 32 available!) ~ 21st July

A lot of character development here. Don't hesitate to tell me if you don't like anything.

Part 20 - Cultural differences

"Sangheili, I must rest. Mine limbs grow weary of this continuous walking. May we not set up camp awhile?" the Chieftain finally gave in, which prompted the equally weary, if not more so Zharn and Ahkrin to share a secretive, triumphant look between themselves. Neither had been prepared to admit their weariness before the Brute had.

"Very well, if you so wish," Zharn replied loftily, and with masked relief, lay back on the rough forest ground. Two heavy thumps told him that Ahkrin and the Jiralhanae had done so too. Dust particles kicked up around him, only to be incinerated by his energy shielding as they touched it.

"Is the communicator working?" Ahkrin demanded between short breaths, also sprawled out on the ground.

"Nay, I am afraid not. The humans have indeed put up a mighty scrambler, but fear not, the Huragok are no doubt working on a solution even as we speak. Trust in the Path to see us through," the Chieftain replied confidently. Zharn scowled. Was every Jiralhanae a religious zealot? The Sangheili believed in the Great Journey, sure enough, but the Jiralhanae seemed to think about nothing but it.

"What's your name?" Zharn questioned the Jiralhanae, who stood over a foot taller than him, and had a thick white, braided beard which was meticulously clean, unlike that of so many of their kind.

"Orpheus, noble Ultra," the Chieftain replied, a wary look in his eyes.

"That is a strong name," Zharn answered sincerely, wanting to stay on Orpheus' good side.

"And you?" the Jiralhanae then asked his two Sangheili companions.

"I am Ahkrin, and the gormless one over there goes by the name of Zharn," the Stealth Sangheili answered for him.

"Enough pleasantries, I want some answers. Orpheus, how did you know where we were?" Zharn demanded, scrambling to his feet and stretching his aching muscles. The group had made rest in a tall, thriving forest, and night was nearly falling. Looking up at Eridanus II's looming moon, and hearing the sound of wildlife and wind brushing against the trees, Zharn suddenly felt sick. How could they glass something as wondrous as this?

"My pack mates were killed by a human ambush. Rage seeped through my veins, and I killed those barbaric interlopers. Whilst in the berserk state, the body's senses are heightened. I heard you and Ahkrin as you were held and gunpoint as clearly as I would if you were standing next to me, and went down to help. We may be of different species, but we are all of the Covenant," Orpheus replied gravely. Zharn blinked. A Jiralhanae who wasn't a bigot and Sangheili hater?

"Well, thank you Chieftain, for delving down into what was essentially hell to save us. Is there anything I can do to repay you?" Zharn thanked Orpheus. The Jiralhanae was a Chieftain, the highest rank one of his kind could attain, but even a Sangheili Major would have authority over him. Zharn sometimes thought that the Sangheili repression of the Jiralhanae was a little too brutal. It would all end badly, he felt.

"Just fight alongside me noble Ultra, that's all that I ask. We must stick together if we want to make it off this planet alive," Orpheus replied, standing up. The Chieftain was rather small in comparison to most Jiralhanae; he was only the height of Zharn. Still, his chest and arms rippled with raw muscle. "I will go and collect firewood, we should set up camp here tonight. I trust it one of you knows how to create a shelter?"

"Yes," Ahkrin answered instantly, almost in a hostile tone. Zharn recognised that, but Orpheus, who didn't know the Stealth Sangheili, obviously thought he was just weary.

"Excellent. I will be back within half an hour, fear not."

And the Chieftain lumbered deep into the dark forest, hammer in hand. Ahkrin's narrowed eyes followed him until he couldn't be seen anymore. Then the Stealth Sangheili snapped to face Zharn.

"On your feet Zharn, we're leaving," Ahkrin instructed in a brisk tone, no longer sounding weary. He'd been faking it.

"What?" Zharn demanded, utterly bemused. Ahkrin was already on his feet, frowning down at Zharn.

"He's a Jiralhanae, Zharn. I don't trust him, and neither should you. If we move now, we can be gone before he returns."

Ahkrin stalked off, obviously believing Zharn would follow him. When he didn't hear those familiar footsteps behind him though, he turned around, puzzled.

"No Ahkrin. We're staying. He saved our lives; you need to stop this petty antagonism towards the Jiralhanae," Zharn told his friend firmly.

"Zharn--" Ahkrin began to protest loudly, before being cut off by the Ultra.

"Don't argue Ahkrin. I know why you hate the Jiralhanae, and I understand. But Orpheus did not incite the riot upon your uncle's position. You need to learn how to forget, Ahkrin. Holding a grudge for such a long time is unhealthy; the riots have ended. We're staying, and you are too. That's an order."

Ahkrin looked at Zharn then with murder in his eyes, and looked as if he were about to strike him. Then, he cursed, shook his head and sat down sullenly.

"I won't forgive this Zharn," Ahkrin told him icily. Zharn chuckled as he too sat.

"Yes you will, Ahkrin. You always do."

The two sat in an awkward silence for the better part of twenty minutes. Zharn sadly pondered his friend's hatred of the Jiralhanae.

It was when Zharn was reflecting on his thoughts when Orpheus stumbled back into their camp. He looked at the two Sangheili in confusion.

"You haven't made shelter?"

Ahkrin said nothing, and merely stood up, and began to gather the materials he would need to create for them a place where they could rest the night. Orpheus looked at Zharn in perplexity, who just shook his head warningly.

The Jiralhanae fortunately understood his unspoken message, and began lighting the fire mutely, creating sparks with his long, sharp claws.

An hour later, and the three Covenant soldiers had built themselves a safe an amiable camp. The fire had not only warmed their bodies, but it had also warmed Ahkrin's frosty demeanour. Abashed, Ahkrin had apologised to his friend, who readily accepted. He still behaved a little frosty around Orpheus though.

Zharn had managed to catch a Deer which had been galloping through the woods, and so now the three were enjoying healthy portions of cooked venison, seasoned with some herbs they'd found. It had a distinctly alien taste, but wasn't at all unpleasant. There was some left over, and so Ahkrin froze it in a stasis field so it wouldn't spoil. Ahkrin was always prepared like that.

"So what's your story then, Orpheus?" Zharn asked after the meal. He was bored, and Orpheus seemed interesting.

"My story? It's long and bloody, Sangheili. You don't become a Chieftain by shaking hands. I killed my father's brother to attain this position," Orpheus replied casually. Ahkrin's eyes widened in outrage.

"That's barbaric!" he cried in a disgusted tone. Orpheus shook his head.

"No, you misunderstand. My father's brother was old, and he wouldn't have lasted a year anyway. In our society, there is no greater honour than to be killed by a relative, rather than some upstart from another family. He died with a smile on his face," Orpheus explained, but his words didn't alleviate Ahkrin's anger.

"That's disgusting. I knew you Jiralhanae were Brutish, but I didn't realise how much so."

"Sangheili, would you die in your bed an old and lonely husk? Or would you rather leave this world in the glorious rush of battle? For Jiralhanae, it is always the latter; I can only hope that I am one day bested by my kin. Don't try to compare your culture to ours, it's impossible."

Ahkrin shut up after that, thankfully. He could get awfully long winded at times.

[Edited on 07.29.2011 2:24 PM PDT]

  • 05.02.2010 9:52 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] True Sangheili (Part 18 available!) ~ 28 Feb

The hour was approaching midnight when the human voices broke through the night. Zharn drew out his rifle, and looked at Ahkrin, who had already engaged active camouflage, holding two knives in his hands. The Stealth Sangheili stalked off in the direction of the voices. Orpheus stood up slowly, drawing out his gravity manipulating hammer.

"Hello? Is anyone out there?" the first human voice wondered. Zharn couldn't see the owners of the voices, but he could hear them quite clearly, and they were drawing closer.

"You idiot, there could be Covenant out there!" the second chastised, sounding terrified. The first scoffed.

"Don't be soft, the Covenant don't hide in forests. They're busy attacking the cities. There might by some UNSC Rangers out here though."

"I hope so, I haven't eaten in days. Why does all the wildlife around here move so fast? Catching them is nearly impossible."

"I told you we should have stopped by at the Armoury before leaving Capital City. Then we'd have guns to hunt with."

"And get captured by the Covenant? No thanks, I enjoy living--" the second was suddenly cut off mid-sentence, breaking into a strangled shriek. The other let out a cry too, before being silenced.

Thirty seconds later, Ahkrin strode back into the camp, camouflage fading and two pale faced, terrified humans held in both hands. With a snort of disgust, the Stealth Sangheili tossed the two pitiful looking beings at Zharn's feet.

"What are you doing?" Zharn demanded of Ahkrin, who had already sat down in his previous seat again.

"You're the commanding officer. You deal with them as you see fit."

Zharn assessed the two humans grovelling before him, begging him not to kill them.

"Humans, are you soldiers?" Zharn questioned, and he realised he felt a little sorry for these two. The two humans were frozen with shock, and didn't reply. Zharn drew out his sword, and they immediately began speaking.

"N-no sir!" one piped, trembling. "We're just ordinary citizens. Please don't kill me, I don't want to die."

"Yes, I imagine you don't," Zharn replied, sheathing his sword. "Ahkrin, give these two some food."

The Stealth Sangheili's head shot up.

"What?"

"Food, Ahkrin. I want you to give some to these two."

"It's hardly a fitting last meal, Zharn."

"Well that's okay, because I'm not killing them. They're not soldiers, and I don't harm innocents. Give them the food."

Ahkrin looked as if he were about to argue, but then noticed Zharn's expression, one of compassion. Ahkrin then realised he was probably thinking about Sorran, who had attempted to save the human child from the Jiralhanae. Sighing, Ahkrin drew out the slabs of meat from a satchel and lowered the stasis field. He then wrapped them in some parchment he had, and tossed the small food parcels at the feet of the humans, who were staring at each other in disbelief.

"Stand up, and get moving. Oh, and incidentally, you are heading straight into a city which has just been ravaged by us. No doubt Jackals remain there, hoping to find stranded humans who are still alive. You might want to go another way," Zharn advised the two humans, who shakily rose to their feet.

"Thank you sir, thank you so much!" the first human said through a sob.

"Be more careful in the future. Others will not be as lenient as I," Zharn firmly told the two. "Now go!"

The humans ran as if a raging Thorn Beast was chasing after them. After a few moments, they faded out of sight.

Heavy footsteps behind him told Zharn that Orpheus was there.

"You are a very strange Sangheili," was all the Jiralhanae Chieftain said. "But an honourable one."

"I wouldn't have done that a few months ago. What has come over me?" Zharn wondered aloud, and Ahkrin smirked. His friend was unable to see the obvious. He had obviously felt compelled to show these humans mercy out of respect for Sorran's memory. Still, Ahkrin knew he should let Zharn figure it out for himself.

"Well, now the drama is over, we should retire for the night. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow, if we are to reach Covenant forces any time soon."

"You're right, Ahkrin. That shelter of yours had better hold," Zharn couldn't resist one last dig at his friend.

"Now you're questioning my camp making skills? I spend most of my life out in the field, Zharn. I know how to create a shelter."

"You should learn how to cook properly too. What would you do if I wasn't around to do it for you?"

"I'd probably eat it raw, Zharn."

"That's horrible."

"It's better than the food being burnt," Ahkrin shrugged, before clambering into the tent he'd half erected, half dug. It would hopefully provide some shelter from the elements.

"Orpheus, I made you a different shelter. You're too big for this one," Ahkrin stopped the Jiralhanae in his tracks, pointing to a noticeably poorer quality shelter on the other side of the camp. Orpheus seemed more than a little upset.

"Oh, I see. Well then, good night Sangheili." The Chieftain stalked off, looking a little depressed.

Zharn climbed inside his and Ahkrin's tent. He had to admit, his friend had done an admirable job. The room was spacious, and there were two clearly discernible sections so the two Sangheili could sleep without knocking against each other.

"You made this too small for Orpheus on purpose," Zharn accused, climbing into his makeshift bed. He wasn't facing Ahkrin, but could tell he was smiling.

"Zharn! How dare you suggest such a thing!" Ahkrin replied, pretending to be offended.

"That was unkind of you Ahkrin. Orpheus is a noble warrior, just like you and I."

"I was worried that he might decide to help us die happy by smothering us in the night. Really Zharn, what he did to his uncle was barbaric."

"Maybe in our eyes, but Jiralhanae see things differently."

"Well he can see things differently in his own shelter. May you sleep soundly, Zharn."

Zharn despaired at his friend's hatred of the Jiralhanae. He was going to make the next few days very difficult.

"You too, Ahkrin."

  • 05.02.2010 9:53 AM PDT

Loved it! I simply love inter-species relations!

  • 05.02.2010 10:20 AM PDT

How'd you find me?

Good job Wolvers. This is the first fan fiction that I read the gallery. I'm glad you stuck with it.

  • 05.02.2010 12:04 PM PDT