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Subject: [Novel] True Sangheili (Part 27 available!) ~ 22nd March

The tide is turning, brothers! Let us take our kingdom back!

Great job. In all honesty, I prefer your dialogue to your action scenes. Your way with words is pretty damn impressive.

  • 04.09.2011 5:57 AM PDT

Am I supposed to write something funny here?

Awesome.

  • 04.09.2011 8:32 AM PDT

Legendary Special Ops
--Godz of Tactical Combat

Most writers you see tend to lose their initial good idea after a few chapters. How you manage to endorse all of your thoughts so vividly and accurately is quite honestly beyond me. You can still keep a great story going and that is a quality I'm sure some would love to have. Your a very good writer. Cherish it.

  • 04.11.2011 3:10 AM PDT

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Posted by: ScarredViper
Most writers you see tend to lose their initial good idea after a few chapters. How you manage to endorse all of your thoughts so vividly and accurately is quite honestly beyond me. You can still keep a great story going and that is a quality I'm sure some would love to have. Your a very good writer. Cherish it.

  • 04.11.2011 2:50 PM PDT

Why hello there.

Microwave ovens are quite large.

WORT, WORT,WORT!

-NUMS!

Awwww I hate exam time, I don't like waiting. It's that good.

  • 04.12.2011 7:49 PM PDT

hey there, cool guy. i c u has a fanfic. i was thinking of posting my own but i really don't know how. i was wondering if u could give me the blow by blow. thnx

  • 04.13.2011 4:19 PM PDT
Subject: [Novel] True Sangheili (Part 29 available!) ~ 15th April

Sorry for the-- wait, you mean it's only been a week since the last chapter?

Blasphemy!

Part 29 - Parted Reunion


"--so they had the perfect ambush; the element of surprise, position, numbers and I still knocked them all on their sorry behinds," Hem chuckled as he regaled Sorran with a war story. Sorran laughed, throwing back another drink. He'd long since lapsed into drunkenness and was currently doing his best to make the headache he would have come dawn even worse.

"You've had quite the interesting life, my friend," Sorran slurred whilst the bartender poured another glass of Eayn finest for him. The tavern they were in was one Hem was familiar with, and the Unggoy who owned it had greeted him warmly with a first name. It wasn't a very large establishment, with only a few dozen sat around the various tables. The décor was homely, with the furniture and flooring made from actual wood, a material seldom used in the Covenant.

"A full life," Hem agreed heartily, also trying his hardest to drink himself into oblivion. "No regrets."

"I'm full of them," Sorran muttered darkly into his drink, swirling a finger through the slightly translucent liquid. Hem patted him affectionately on the shoulder, leaning forward clumsily.

"For there to be regrets, my dear boy, there must be ill ramifications in the long-term. And until you're my age, you don't know what long term is," he rasped, tripping over a few of his words. Sorran nodded along absently, not truly taking in what Hem was saying but appreciating the sentiment all the same.

"Perhaps you're right. Perhaps we're all right," Sorran blabbered, throwing back another shot. "Maybe there is no wrong, and we're all just viewing things in our own--"

He was suddenly cut off as a Sangheili sat at the bar suddenly toppled to the floor with a loud thump, his drink soon following and drenching the floor. At first everyone assumed he'd merely passed out through drinking too much, and returned back to their own business.

Then he started frothing at the mouth and his complexion turned white.

"Gods!" the Jiralhanae next to him uttered, jumping back. Slowly the patrons of the bar rose up, forming a loosely clustered circle around the Sangheili, who seemed to be undergoing a seizure. The Unggoy who owned the establishment pushed them out of the way, examining the Sangheili closely.

"Is anyone here a physician?" he shouted. No one answered. Time ticked by as the Sangheili continued to buck and toss about. Finally, someone spoke.

"I uh... believe a San 'Shyuum staying at my guest residence may be a physician. He just arrived yesterday. I'll go get him!" a kig-yar squawked up, wrapping a coat around himself and rushing out the tavern into the cold night of High Charity.

Hem stood up to grimly examine the dying Sangheili on the ground. He reached for the fallen mug of hard light, and brought it up to his nose, sniffing delicately.

"Poison," he declared, and a wave of trepidation swept across the circle of Covenant clustered around the man on the ground, who the Unggoy had covered with a coat. The Sangheili was clawing at the ground now, flecks of blood paining the corners of his jaw. He turned to the Unggoy. "What drink is this?"

"Uhm," the Unggoy thought hard, staring at the droplets on the floor uneasily. "It looks like Palmokian bitter. I could swear he didn't order that..."

Hem blinked, and looked back at his table and the drink on it, reading the label on the bottle he had purchased.

"Did he order a Balacho lager?"

"If I remember correctly, yes," the bartender recalled, nodding. Hem grimaced, shakily sitting back down to the nearly incoherent Sorran, who was still staring at the Sangheili throwing a fit upon the wooden floor.

"That poison was meant for me," Hem murmured quietly. "I ordered Palmokian bitter. We must have mixed up our drinks, he and I," he told Sorran, pointing at the unfortunate Sangheili on the ground. "Well, he has a better chance than I would. A poison like that would finish someone my age instantly."

"We should leave," Sorran slurred, managing to think straight through the alcohol. Hem nodded, throwing down the visor of his Honour Guard helm and grabbing his stave, standing up. Sorran did likewise. No one noticed as they stumbled their way uncertainly towards the exit of the tavern, leaving the scene behind.

Before they could reach the the door, it span open and a hunched figure shuffled in, followed by a leaner one. The San 'Shyuum was incredibly old, Sorran could see that much immediately. Older than Restraint, even. And yet amazingly he was walking without the aid of a gravity belt. Despite his age and hunched figure, he still commanded a powerful presence as all eyes in the tavern turned towards him. Hem and Sorran moved out of the way to let them past.

"Where is he?" the San 'Shyuum demanded, and the crowd parted to offer him a few of the poisoned Sangheili who had been unlucky enough to drink that which was intended for Hem.

"We think it's poison," the Unggoy interjected, and the San 'Shyuum frowned at him sharply, edging towards him.

"I can see that! Please intubate that Sangheili for me, my dear," he said with juxtaposed kindness to his companion, who nodded before fishing around in her medical bag. Sorran and Hem wove their way past the two healers, reaching for the door. Then Sorran was stopped in his tracks, as the female Sangheili accompanying the San 'Shyuum physician spoke.

"He doesn't seem to absorbed too much, Minister," she observed in a voice Sorran had dreamed about restlessly for months. He turned slowly, looking back with trepidation.

"True enough. Perhaps there is hope for this boy-- will you all move out of my way?!" the San 'Shyuum yelled. Sorran was moving towards the female Sangheili, and when she turned he saw her face and let out a gasp.

"Savara--" he began to utterly joyfully, before feeling a rough hand grab him by the shoulder and pull him back. Savara looked up in his direction with a small look of surprise on her face, but the two Honour Guards had already left the tavern.

Outside in the night, Sorran was struggling with Hem.

"Hem, that's Savara in there!" he shouted blindly, trying in vain to push away the other Sangheili. Although old, Hem was still far stronger than him and Sorran was restrained easily. He grabbed Sorran's jaw and struck him a blow across the face.

"And if you reveal yourself to her now, you are both dead!" he bellowed, pulling Sorran away. "You're a dead heretic, Sorran."

"But--" Sorran protested weakly, his thoughts still hazy from the drink. Hem shook his head resolutely.

"If you love her, Sorran, you will not ruin her life by bringing her into this!" he hissed.

"Like you ruined mine?" Sorran demanded angrily, pounding against Hem's armour. The other Sangheili laughed.

"You were to be put to death!" he told him sternly, still dragging him away. A few passers-by stared at them curiously, but knew better than to interfere with the Guard.

"Perhaps it would have been overturned. And even if it hadn't, far better to be dead than be shouldered with your burden![/i]" he retorted angrily. Hem laughed again, sharply.

"You don't mean that, Sorran. I know you, and you would accept far worse fates than this if it meant you could keep breathing. Now, I know this is hard, to leave the woman you love. But it will not be this way forever. One day, the truth will be revealed--"

"To hell with the truth!" Sorran decired, through tears now. "Does it truly matter if the sacred rings are weapons of destruction? They're scattered throughout the galaxy; they could be destroyed for all we know! We will never find a single trace of them!"

"We will," Hem remarked sadly, still holding Sorran tightly in an iron-grip. "And when we do, the only person who will be able to stop every zealot in this Covenant from killing us all will be you, Sorran."

Finally, Sorran stopped struggling and instead went limp, weeping. Hem embraced him tightly, grabbing his shoulder reassuringly.

"I never asked for this," Sorran protested pitifully. Hem sighed, guiding his young friend back home.

"True Sangheili never ask for grandeur, Sorran. It is thrust upon them, and it's what they do with this eminence that can change the world forever."

[Edited on 04.15.2011 7:19 PM PDT]

  • 04.15.2011 3:51 PM PDT
Subject: [Novel] True Sangheili (Part 27 available!) ~ 22nd March

* * *

The last ship in Cole's retreating fleet staggered into a hastily torn void-sundering. Azure streaks fired from the victorious Covenant fleet until the last moment, when the void closed itself up at the human fleet completely vanished.

"Forerunners be damned!" Subsidiary Commander Xatan'ee cursed, pounding the wall near him heavily before toppling over a table. "We lost them."

"The humans had long since killed most of the Covenant aboard during the mutiny anyway," Ahkrin assured his newly-met superior, surprised at Xatan'ee's reaction to such an inconsequential thing in the grand scheme of the Journey. It was like something Zharn would do.

"Give the order: slowly kill every human still breathing on that planet, and then burn it to ashes" Xatan'ee ordered fiercely to his second, who nodded grimly before leaving the room.

Okay, that is something Zharn would never do, Ahkrin blinked, surprised at the ruthlessness of the subsidiary commander. He coughed delicately, and finally gained Xatan'ee's attention.

"Ah, operative," he remarked calmly, as if he'd only just now noticed Ahkrin was standing there and as if he hadn't just hurled a solid table across the entirety of his quarters. Ahkrin knew that was he was about to say wasn't smart, but that was pretty much the definition of most things he said.

"Your order seems a little... brutal, if you do not mind me saying noble one," Ahkrin told Xatan'ee as nonchalantly as possible, trying the best he could to make it not sound condescending. He failed. The sub-commander's jaw tightened, and his fists clenched.

"They cast the first stone," Xatan'ee breathed heavily, eyes dilated and narrow with rage. "Killing our warriors in cold blood when they promised sanctuary. It is a favour to the galaxy to stamp every last remnant of these vile vermin out, operative. Do you not agree?"

"Of course," Ahkrin answered nervously, worrying the sub-commander would draw out the sword at his belt and try to detach his head from his body if he said otherwise. "But I would prefer to do so when said vermin were themselves armed."

Wait... no I wouldn't. I'm just playing devil's advocate here as I always do, and I probably shouldn't with this man.

Xatan'ee shrugged. "They are all heretics, and thus have no honour. My own would not be the slightest bit affected were I to kill every last child of theirs as soon as it left the womb. It would be doing their sinful souls a favour, I think. But I digress. Would you care for something to eat?"

"I think I'm too tired to eat, noble one... where's the fleetmaster, if you do not mind me asking?"

"Dead," Xatan'ee answered dully, not even trying to put some pretence of remorse into his voice. "He fell from a flight of stairs when our ship was rocked by human fire and broke his neck. Not a very heroic end for such a seasoned war veteran, sadly."

"Oh. I'm sorry," Ahkrin answered, and he truly meant it. Because that meant Xatan'ee would inherit the title, being sub-commander. "May I retire and give you my debriefing tomorrow, great one?" Ahkrin asked, eager to get away from this sadist. Xatan'ee frowned.

"But you'll miss the executions," he pouted. "Yet I can see you're tired. Don't worry, I'll save a few for you to kill yourself tomorrow. No doubt you're eager for revenge."

"There's really no need--" Ahkrin began to protest, backing away a little. Xatan'ee didn't seem to notice his discomfort, grinning.

"Nonsense. You escaped hell with your superior, and deserve recognition for that. I'll have the humans trussed and tied with breakfast tomorrow."

Ahkrin laughed along with what he thought was a joke. Xatan'ee frowned, asking him what was funny. Ahkrin blinked twice, before swiftly making his leave.

* * *

Zharn glared angrily at Ahkrin from his bed, as the stealth operative entered the infirmary tenatively, wearing sheepish expression. Zharn balled his fists, nails digging into his palm painfully.

"You," was all he could bring himself to say, throwing as much animosity into his sore voice as possible.

"Me," Ahkrin agreed, taking a seat next to him. "I brought you flowers."

"No jokes, Ahkrin. What you did is unforgivable," Zharn snapped, moving to get up and finding himself unable to do so, his arm wrapped in a cast as it was. Ahkrin looked at it pointedly, nodding.

"I figured it would be a good time to apologise, since you can't wrap your hands around my throat right now. Zharn... perhaps it is unforgivable, but at least you can forgive if you so choose. Had you died on that ship saving the doomed Covenant on it though, I would never have had the option to forgive myself."

"How very poetic," Zharn remarked dryly, staring angrily at Ahkrin. The longer he stared at his life-long friend, though, the more his anger faded until eventually the raging inferno became a simmering flame. He looked away. "Is Orpheus alive?"

"Yes. I know how much you love him so, and thus did my best to keep him safe," Ahkrin muttered wryly. Zharn rolled his eyes, grinding his teeth. Finally, he sighed.

"I know you were just trying to save me--"

"-- once again," Ahkrin could not help but interrupt despite his attempts at reservation. Zharn silenced him with a murderous stare, before continuing.

"And although I cannot forgive you yet... I will not kill you. Unless you really did bring flowers."

"I couldn't find any," Ahkrin lamented falsely, looking down with a melancholy gaxe. "But I did bring chocolate."

"Chocolate?" Zharn questioned curiously, turning his head sorely to look at the small violet box in Ahkrin's hands. It was inscribed with human writing.

"You've never had chocolate?" Ahkrin uttered with mock indignation. "I'm fairly sure that the procurement of chocolate from the humans is the only positive this war has brought. It's delicious. Here, try a piece. And then I can tell you about the psychotic sub-commander who is about to inherit control of this fleet."

* * *

"They're moving in," Hem told Restraint, who nodded as he stared out at the quiet night sky of High Charity, and the ever-active Forerunner Dreadnought that had for so long been the centre piece of their religious doctrine.

"It seems the hierocracy won't wait for my cancer to take me," he observed sadly, shaking his head. "Begin his training tomorrow. I will make preparations for after we are gone, should what we fear come to pass."

  • 04.15.2011 3:53 PM PDT

The tide is turning, brothers! Let us take our kingdom back!

Although I doubt this trend will continue, seeing another chapter so early is great!

Great chapter, also. There were a few lines in there that really made me stop and remark on how wise they sounded.

  • 04.15.2011 11:26 PM PDT
Subject: [Novel] True Sangheili (Part 29 available!) ~ 15th April

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Posted by: Wolverfrog
"True Sangheili never ask for grandeur, Sorran. It is thrust upon them, and it's what they do with this eminence that can change the world forever."
Was the wording for this coincidental, or purposely written this way?

[Edited on 04.16.2011 3:25 AM PDT]

  • 04.16.2011 3:25 AM PDT

Am I supposed to write something funny here?

Great stuff as always.

  • 04.16.2011 4:59 AM PDT

Nice job!

Those were some odd liquor names.

  • 04.17.2011 5:53 AM PDT

I saw this thead and srted reading out of curiousity after around 3 hours i finished reading Fantastic Story and im glad i love Books now :D

  • 04.17.2011 2:07 PM PDT
Subject: [Novel] True Sangheili (Part 27 available!) ~ 22nd March

-Not an Elite Roleplayer, i fancy the name, Deal with it.-

YAY another chapter, now is time to wait for the chapter after this :D
i am happily anticipating the next chapter, it doesnt matter when you release it, im just glad we dont have to pay to read such great work :D
carry on.

  • 04.17.2011 10:46 PM PDT

What the blargh!?

Im so saving this thread so i can continue reading this O.o

  • 04.18.2011 12:22 AM PDT
Subject: [Novel] True Sangheili (Part 29 available!) ~ 15th April

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Zharn didn't get to nom nom his chocolate in ch 29 and now he is sad face :(

  • 04.18.2011 3:53 PM PDT

As immature and impossible as this sounds. I have this strange and sudden urge to live inside of the story...

  • 04.21.2011 7:48 AM PDT

Are these manditory?

Go for it. You readers and your 'attention spans'

  • 04.21.2011 11:19 AM PDT
Subject: [Novel] True Sangheili (Part 27 available!) ~ 22nd March

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oXDUjNH8BgE



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Wow this is really good.

Nice job.

  • 04.21.2011 11:31 AM PDT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oXDUjNH8BgE



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  • 04.21.2011 11:32 AM PDT

Why hello there.

Microwave ovens are quite large.

WORT, WORT,WORT!

-NUMS!

Hopefully he's got another weekly chapter.

  • 04.21.2011 9:10 PM PDT

If you can read this, that means I'm not a Shaolin monk...

yet.


Posted by: me123456789
Hopefully he's got another weekly chapter.

Hopefully.

  • 04.23.2011 6:50 AM PDT

-Not an Elite Roleplayer, i fancy the name, Deal with it.-

my face when i saw new chapter: :D!!
my face when i read new chapter: :D!!!
my face when it ended: :)
my face when i realised there would be no more chapters for awhile: D:
nonetheless i value your chapters as i value diamonds
diamonds are worth heaps,
but i can read your story and be filled with joy
cant read diamonds!

  • 04.23.2011 7:05 AM PDT