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Do not waste your tears, I was not born to watch the world grow dim. Life is not measured in years, but by the deeds of men.

Posted by: goldhawk
We should know better, because we are better.

Posted by: random no337
Spartans never die
I bet that our Spartan will return later in this story and become the main antagonist. Honestly I really doubt you would kill of him off so easily.

  • 09.29.2009 2:17 PM PDT

This story shall have no clear antagonist; who is on who's side? And as for the Spartan, well, you know what they say about Spartans.

[Edited on 09.29.2009 2:43 PM PDT]

  • 09.29.2009 2:19 PM PDT
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If you enjoyed writing this as much as I did reading it, you must clearly love writing this.

  • 09.29.2009 2:53 PM PDT
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Do not waste your tears, I was not born to watch the world grow dim. Life is not measured in years, but by the deeds of men.

Posted by: goldhawk
We should know better, because we are better.

Posted by: Wolverfrog
This story shall have no clear antagonist; who is on who's side? And as for the Spartan, well, you know what they say about Spartans.
Even though there will be no clear antagonist you will probably favor one villain over the others and I think that it will be the Spartan.

  • 09.29.2009 2:57 PM PDT

Posted by: Xd00999
Posted by: Wolverfrog
This story shall have no clear antagonist; who is on who's side? And as for the Spartan, well, you know what they say about Spartans.
Even though there will be no clear antagonist you will probably favor one villain over the others and I think that it will be the Spartan.


Well, we shall see.

  • 09.29.2009 3:02 PM PDT

This is a very clear protrayal of the covenant perspective. Very nice Wolverfrog, very nice.

  • 09.29.2009 11:59 PM PDT

Here's Part Nine, the story is warming up. Enjoy.


Part Nine - Immortal Repentance

Immortal Repentance Infirmary

"My my my, this is indeed a potent poison." spoke the minor Prophet of Convalescence, as he shuffled towards the table upon which Sorran lay. Zharn nodded grimly.

"Can it be purged holy one?" Zharn questioned of the Prophet, who's wise brow furrowed. Convalescence was old, even by the standards of the San 'Shyuum, but a lifetime of hurrying around on the battlefield as a medic of the Covenant had kept his body strong. Zharn admired the surgeon's independence, most Prophets used Gravity belts, or chairs at such an age. This one still used his own feet.

"Of course it can, it is but a basic human substance, I think the humans call it 'Botulinum'. I was merely commenting upon the fact that the poison was powerful. Help me take off young Sorran's armour Major." Convalescence instructed, and Zharn gingerly assisted the Prophet in stripping Sorran of his cumbersome attire. The poisoned Elite Minor soon lay naked upon the surface of the table.

"Do you wish that I should fetch a blanket, so as to cover up Sorran holy one?" Zharn questioned of Convalescence, who shook his head in protest.

"No Major, I need to see his full body in order to see which areas have been affected most." the Prophet chastised.

"But, what of the dishonour noble one?" Zharn refuted.

"There is no dishonour in being healed Zharn. I often find myself wishing that the Sangheili would do away with their sense of honour, it makes my task only harder."

Zharn flushed at the elderly Prophet's rebuke, knowing him to be right.

"Of course holy one. Even as you say. Do you require my assistance further, or may I part?"

"You may leave Zharn, I shall send a runner once Sorran has awoken. May the ancients guide you." the Prophet nodded, turning away from the Elite Major.

"And lead us all upon the path." Zharn completed the ritual, marching out through the sliding doors of the infirmary. Ahkrin awaited on the other side, alert.

"Well?" the Stealth Sangheili questioned of Zharn, who's shoulders rose.

"Convalescence told me to come back later. The poison is not critical, Sorran will live."

"'tis indeed good news, in these troubling times. Come, a Kig-Yar messenger came to me but a moment ago. The Zealot requests our presence." Ahkrin replied solemnly, and Zharn's head rose, curious.

"The Zealot? Truly? Why bother himself with ones such as us?"

"Perhaps he has heard about your triumph over the Demon." Ahkrin mused doubtfully.

"Have you told any of the encounter?" Zharn questioned, suspicious.

"Well, nay, but perhaps one of the Brutes upon the Phantom overheard us."

There was a pause, as Zharn thought about the situation.

"Perhaps. We shall soon discover the truth ourselves, let us go Ahkrin. Where is the Zealot?"

Ahkrin shrugged, puzzled.
"I'm not entirely sure brother; I presume he would be in the officer's living quarters." replied the Stealth Sangheili, and Zharn sighed exasperatingly.

"Not entirely sure? Ahkrin, the Immortal Repentance is colossal. We could spend all week searching for the honoured Zealot." the Major cried out.

"I'm sure we can find one of the Honour Guard to lead us to him Zharn, worry not. Let us move, Sorran isn't going anywhere."

"By your word, Ahkrin."

Eventually, an hour later, the two Sangheili stumbled into the Zealot's quarters, tired. Zharn had been right, it had taken a long time to find the ship master of the Immortal Repentance. They found the Zealot to be standing by an observation window, deep in thought. Zharn looked at Ahkrin nervously, wondering if they should announce themselves. There was no need.

"Major Zharn, Operative Ahkrin. It's good to see you." the Zealot spoke , turning around. Zharn nodded uneasily; he'd never met the Sangheili before in his life.

"You beckoned us great one?" Ahkrin asked in a timid tone of voice he usually reserved for the Prophets themselves.

"I did. I heard about what happened at the outpost. I'm sorry for your losses, would it that I could have sent reinforcements in time." the Zealot apologised, and Zharn nodded sadly, narrowing his eyes to slits at the same time. The high ranking Sangheili hadn't called them merely to convey condolences.

"Thank you, noble one." Zharn replied suspiciously.

"But I did not call you here for that. The truth is, the Prophets have commanded this ship to stage an attack upon a human city on 'Eridanus II'. It is a small one, yet it produces many weapons and vehicles the humans need. I would lead the attack myself, but I don't trust anyone to command the Repentance in my absence, and my Sub Commander is getting a little too defiant. I need to keep an eye upon him." the Zealot told both Zharn and Ahkrin, who nodded.

"Of course noble one. But, if I may be so impertinent as to ask, what does this have to do with us?" Ahkrin questioned boldly.

"Everything. I heard about how you invaded a human base on your own, to save a fellow warrior. Zharn, I wish you to command the attack, with your friend Ahkrin under you. If the one named Sorran is recovered by then, take him along too. You leave in a week."

"But noble Zealot, I am a mere Major, not permitted to command such an operation. As a Stealth Sangheili, Ahkrin may be qualified, but I am not." Zharn protested, and the Zealot smiled, nodding.

"Which is why I put your name forward for a promotion to Ultra, and it has been approved. Congratulations are in order Zharn, Sangheili Ultra. Go down to the armoury, and you shall find that I have prepared you a set of new armour, as well as your own Energy blade."

Zharn stood there, speechless, his mouth open in shock. He couldn't utter a word, all his life he had dreamed of becoming an Ultra, like his late father. And now, his wish was fulfilled.

"You're catching flies Zharn." Ahkrin commented wryly, nudging him. Zharn snapped out of his stupor, and bowed to the Zealot.

"Thank you noble one, you have no idea what an honour this is." the now Ultra thanked, stuttering slightly. The Zealot smirked.

"Oh, I think I do. Go Zharn, collect that which is your right. And never let it be said that Thel Vadam'ee does not reward those faithful to the path."

Ahkrin and Zharn bowed in respect, and left the chamber.

"You know what this means, don't you?" Zharn asked of Ahkrin as the two walked past the Honour Guards, exiting the Zealot's rooms.

"That you finally achieved your lifelong dream?" Ahkrin guessed, smiling.

"Well, yes, but it also means that I'm of a higher rank than you now. I can command you as I will." Zharn told the Stealth Sangheili, who laughed with mirth.

"Ah, Zharn, my friend. Try that, and I'm afraid that even our bond shall not stay my blade from entering your throat."

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: > 0430 Hours, September 15, 2530 (Military Calendar)/ UNSC Planet Eridanus II/ Delta Base

"The prisoner escaped?!?"

"It would seem so Ambassador Errand. The best we can tell, two other Elites infiltrated the base, and escaped with him."

"And Spartan 078?"

"MIA sir, the Super Intendant class AI has footage of him being thrown off the cliff by one of the Elites. There's no possible way he could have survived."

Errand ran a hand across his face, trying to think. What would ONI say when they heard one of their golden boys, one of Halsey's pet freaks, had been killed? It certainly wouldn't do him any favours.

Of course, he wasn't an Ambassador. Nor was his name even Errand. That was an alias he was known by throughout non military personnel. The marines and Navy knew him as Colonel Errand. James Ackerson was forever careful to keep his true identity a secret.

It wouldn't matter in the future, not if his own project was approved by Section III. But for now, every single Spartan was a gold mine. Precious and finite.

"Damn it. Any idea where the Elites went?" Ackerson growled at the technician, who shook his head.

"Negative Ambassador, a Phantom picked them up, and jumped ship through slip space above atmosphere. They could be anywhere."

"I guess they won this round then." Ackerson sighed, sitting down. He hated the fact that the Covenant were more advanced than humanity.

As he reached for his cold glass of lager on the table, a speaker in the corner blared.

"Ambassador Errand sir; I've got someone here you might want to see. It's him sir, the Spartan." a women's voice called, and Ackerson's face brightened considerably. At least Vice Admiral Parangosky wouldn't have his head now.

"Show him in. Rogers, you're dismissed." Ackerson ordered, and the technician left his office, a little disappointed. As he left, a huge figure entered.

The Spartan looked rough. A huge welt covered the left hand side of his face, and one of his eyes was puffy and black. His armour was covered with dirt, grime, and general tarnish. The super soldier's mouth was bloodied and swollen. One of the Spartan's arms was bent backwards at an unnatural angle. Still, 078 somehow managed to salute at Ackerson.

"Sir, Spartan 078 reporting."

Ackerson scowled; he hated each and every one of the Spartans. Freaks, the lot of them. Still, he had an alias to keep up, and 'Errand' harboured no resent against the Spartans. So Ackerson forced himself to smile.

"Good to see you son. What happened?" Ackerson spoke.

"The Elite took me by surprise, collapsed a wall on top of me. I was weakened, and it managed to throw me off the cliff."

"That's a change, you Spartans are usually the ones with success." Ackerson commented bitterly, and 078 frowned.

  • 09.30.2009 1:51 PM PDT

"Yes sir, well, not this time. Do you know where the Elites went?"

"That's a negative Spartan."

"Well, if and when they come back, I'm going to hunt them down, and kill them...sir" the Spartan vowed.

"I doubt you'll be able to distinguish them. An Elite is an Elite." Ackerson said, bored already.

"Not so sir, I can tell the difference."

"We'll see. You'd better go patch yourself up Spartan. Head down to the med bay"

"Yes sir, Colonel Ackerson." the Spartan saluted one last time, with the hint of a mocking smile. Ackerson watched the man leave his room calmly, reclining back and taking a drink. He paused mid sip, and then froze. The Spartan had known his name! How? Impossible, no one here knew it.

Ackerson would have to follow up on this later. He settled back down, troubled. Did the Spartan also know what his real reasons for being on Eridanus II were?

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

Immortal Repentance Infirmary

Sorran looked around the room he was in. The aesthetics seemed to be of the Covenant. He sighed in relief. It was a small chamber, thick with the heavy smell of incense and medicine. Hunched in a corner was...

"Prophet." Sorran wheezed out, intending to say more, but breaking into a coughing fit. The elderly San 'Shyuum turned around, a smile upon his wizened face.

"Ah, you've awoken. Excellent. I was beginning to worry. My name is Convalescence."

Sorran nodded weakly, and attempted to rise. Convalescence shuffled towards him and pressed Sorran down gently, despite the Sangheili's resistance. Sorran knew then he must have been as frail as a Huragok youngling, to be physically bested by a Prophet. The Elite looked down, and his eyes widened.

"My clothes..." Sorran breathed, feeling the heat rise to his face. Convalescence nodded distractedly.

"Yes, we had to remove them. Fear not, I shall have my acolyte fetch you some new attire momentarily. For now, drink this liquid, it shall restore some of your strength."

The Prophet passed over a wooden mug, hand made by the look of it, and Sorran gratefully accepted it. He drank, and felt energy rush through his limbs. He gave his thanks to the Prophet, who was ordering his 'acolyte' via a communication array to bring up some clothes for him.

"Where am I?" Sorran questioned of the Prophet, who smiled once again. He was very unlike the cold, haughty San 'Shyuum Sorran was used to seeing in the Great Library of High Charity.

"Aboard the great vessel Immortal Repentance." Convalescence replied softly. The name sounded familiar to Sorran, and he realised that it was the name of the ship Zharn had requested reinforcements from before the outpost was attacked by the humans. They had never arrived.

"Have you seen a Major named Zharn, and a Stealth Sangheili named Ahkrin around here, holy one?" Sorran questioned of the Prophet, who nodded.

"Yes, they were here a few hours ago. They bid me to inform them once you had awoken, I shall ask an Unggoy to lead you to them soon, they sent me a runner but a short moment ago telling me they were in the armoury. And ah, here is Savara with you clothes." Convalescence noted, and Sorran turned his head towards the door. A young, pretty looking Sangheili female entered the room timidly, carrying a bundle of light garments. She looked around the room, and, noticing Sorran's nudity, flushed, turning away.

"I'm sorry great ones, I should have knocked." Savara apologised softly.

"Hmm? Ah, yes, think nothing of it my child. If anything, it is my fault, I should have given Sorran here a piece of material to cover himself with." Convalescence replied to the Sangheili aide, who nodded meekly.

"Here are your clothes noble warrior." she said, pressing the bundle upon Sorran's chest. He caught her staring, and she gasped, blushing. She turned away, hurrying out the room. The Prophet chuckled.

"I believe she was quite taken by you, young warrior. If you wish, I can introduce you properly, perhaps you can go for a meal or a stroll." the San 'Shyuum laughed, and now it was Sorran's turn to blush. He didn't, however, reply. Perhaps he would take up the Prophet's offer.

"Could I trouble you for a hand to help me rise?" Sorran asked without thinking, and the Prophet shook his head.

"Not unless you wished to have to nurse me back to health Sangheili. I am not as young as I once would, and supporting your weight would no doubt tear me apart." Convalescence chided, and Sorran nodded, suddenly feeling foolish. He rose out of the makeshift bed himself, with effort, and pulled the soft, civilian clothes over his body. Strangely, he still felt naked without his armour on, which he had grown used to over the past few weeks.

"Thank you holy one, for tending to me. Is there anyway I can repay you?" Sorran asked, and the Prophet chuckled.

"Nay my son, all I ask is that you continue to do what's right for the Covenant. Now come, I shall see if I can find an Unggoy outside to lead you to your companions."

  • 09.30.2009 1:51 PM PDT
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Splendid! Superb! I crave more!

I am working on a story which involves the Covenant, too, perhaps you will be interested?

It's called the Heretics.

Anywho, please, I beg of you, keep it up!

[Edited on 09.30.2009 3:25 PM PDT]

  • 09.30.2009 3:18 PM PDT
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Do not waste your tears, I was not born to watch the world grow dim. Life is not measured in years, but by the deeds of men.

Posted by: goldhawk
We should know better, because we are better.

Is it to much to say I told you so? No one kill's a Spartan that easily. Also :Akerson?!? D:< He is my least favourite character in the entire Haloverse! At least he saved his little brother by sacrificing his life.

  • 09.30.2009 3:28 PM PDT

Why hello there.

Microwave ovens are quite large.

WORT, WORT,WORT!

-NUMS!

I need more!

  • 09.30.2009 11:19 PM PDT

Posted by: Dropship dude
No, acnboy. Spartain Ken 15 is a lesser being. Much like the bacteria that lives in your shi­t.
Posted by: mike120593
My shi­t bacteria takes offense to that comparison.

Don't make me lel. You won't like me when I lel.

Ahhh.. we see our old friend Thel Vadam'ee.

Nice part, and what did I tell you?

Spartans never die

  • 10.01.2009 2:31 AM PDT

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

Your best work by far.

  • 10.03.2009 3:37 PM PDT

Posted by: LIL Smurf DOGG
Your best work by far.


I think so, but people seem to like the expansive plot of Insurrection, which admittedly is on a far grander scale than this. But I love this story, and Memoirs. Of course, I love Insurrection too. I love all my babies XD

  • 10.03.2009 3:39 PM PDT

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

Well this baby is way more cuter than the other two in my opinion.

(But if anything is cute, it's my avatar!)

  • 10.03.2009 3:49 PM PDT

"We are the next generation of soldiers, an A.I built for war. We battle the darkness for humanity. We are the Caedus A.I"

NNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I need MORE!!!!!!

PS: Love your storys

[Edited on 10.03.2009 4:56 PM PDT]

  • 10.03.2009 4:55 PM PDT
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Love the story so far! Keep up the good work.

  • 10.04.2009 1:28 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Halo: True Sangheili (Prologue and Part one up)

It's not Hip-Hop, its Electro.... prick.

Posted by: Wolverfrog
Thanks Chris, I'll release Part Two once I know more people are interested.


I'm interested, your a great writer.

  • 10.04.2009 9:12 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] True Sangheili (Part Nine is available!) ~ 30/09

Part Ten - Insertion

"Sorran! Board the Phantom, lest I order a lance of Unggoy to throw you upon it!" Zharn shouted at the Sangheili Minor, who didn't turn his gaze away from Savara, who he was holding hands with. The Sangheili Ultra sighed, and turned to Ahkrin.

"This is truly disgusting. I should kill Convalescence for introducing them to each other." Zharn spat, and was rewarded with a mocking smile from Ahkrin.

"Methinks you are envious brother." the Stealth Sangheili replied softly, and Zharn tensed.

"I am not envious! I am an Ultra, Ahkrin; I could have any mate which took my fancy. Some Warriors, however, unlike others," at this he shot an icy glance at Sorran, "have restraint."

"Of course. I'll go fetch him." Ahkrin chuckled back, hopping off the Phantom, striding towards the love struck couple.

"Sorran! Come now, Zharn is getting testy." he barked, and the Sangheili Minor finally broke his stare with Savara.

"I must go, my love. I shall return, fear not." Sorran breathed longingly, and now it was Ahkrin's turn to feel sick. He grabbed the younger, smaller Sangheili by the scruff of his neck, and began to pull.

"Stay strong my sweet!" Savara cried after Sorran as he was dragged towards the Phantom, and thrown upon it by Ahkrin. Sorran stumbled to his feet, gazing sadly at the Immortal Repentance dock.

"Pilot, close the hatch before his eyes dry up. You can blink, Sorran." Zharn commented dryly, and the door of the Phantom swung shut. Sorran nodded, snapping out of his trance, and took a seat in the troop bay, checking his weapons. The Unggoy and Kig-Yar beside him scooted nervously out of the way of this Sangheili, this Sorran who was so important he was friends with an Ultra.

"Disengage us from the cruiser pilot!" Zharn ordered the Sangheili garbed in Flight armour, who was flying the Phantom. The pilot nodded, and the Phantom released it's gravity lock, free-falling through space. The small vessel then engaged it's engines, and Sorran felt himself be moved swiftly away, down towards Eridanus II below. Ahkrin sat down next to Sorran, causing yet more Unggoy and Kig-Yar to shift anxiously. The Stealth Sangheili folded his thick arms, and leaned over to speak with Sorran.

"This will be you first major operation?" Ahkrin questioned, and Sorran nodded silently. "Don't worry, Zharn instructed me to look after you. Stick with me, and you'll be fine."

"My thanks to you brother." Sorran muttered gratefully. Zharn then came, and sat opposite the two conversing Sangheili. The Unggoy and Kig-Yar jumped up completely, and moved to the other side of the ship. Zharn chuckled.

"So. You and Savara." the Ultra stated, and Sorran squirmed.

"Yes?" he asked, and Zharn reclined back in the chair, stretching.

"You make a good couple. Are you considering her to be your mate?" Zharn replied to Sorran's question. The Sangheili Minor flushed.

"I-I haven't really thought--I mean, I shan't have much opportunity to return to her." Sorran stuttered out.

"I'm sure she'd wait for you. And whenever you went back, you could impress her with tales of your bravery and escapades." Zharn spoke back, and Sorran realised he was being serious.

"I know not if I shall survive this attack Zharn. Or any future ones. How could I commit myself to someone, knowing that one day, they may be left widowed?" Sorran explained, and Zharn nodded understandingly.

"It's your choice brother. But yes, for now we shall concentrate on surviving this battle. Have you chosen which weapons you want to use?" Zharn asked of Sorran, who nodded.

"Plasma rifle and a needler, as well as the sword at my hip. They should see me through." the Sangheili Minor replied, showing the weapons to the Ultra. Zharn nodded in approval, and then sighed.

"I must rally the troops; recite the writ with them." the Ultra spoke, standing up in the Phantom. The myriad of Covenant soldiers fell silent, all eyes on Zharn.

"When we joined the Covenant, we took an oath!" he cried.

"According to our station! All without exception!" the rest of the Covenant chanted back, including Sorran.

"On the blood of our fathers...on the blood of ours sons, we swore to uphold the Covenant!"
"Even to our dying breath." the crowd recited back. Sorran grimaced; he hated the way the Prophets had ordered all Sangheili and other military personnel under their command to recite this before every mission.

"Those who would break this oath are Heretics... Worthy of neither pity, nor mercy! We shall not hesitate before striking the human infidels with the wrath of our Lords!" Zharn shouted.

"We shall grind them into dust! Scrape them as excrement from our boots!"

Sorran always found that part a little strange; considering the Sangheili didn't wear boots. The Prophets had obviously overlooked that fact when creating the ritual.

"And continue our march to glorious salvation!" Zharn finished, and the clamour in the Phantom began once again as the Covenant soldiers chattered amongst each other.

"Very inspiring." said Ahkrin dryly as Zharn sat down once again. The Ultra dug his friend in the side with his elbow, irritated.

"Indeed. How long now, pilot?" Zharn inquired of the Sangheili at front.

"We are nearly arrived noble one. I am slowing down the Phantom, preparing to land." the pilot called back, and Zharn nodded.

"Where are we landing? In the human city?" Sorran asked.

"In a way. More specifically, the 'slums' at the edge of the town, it is the area least protected. From there, we shall march into the city, and begin the attack." Zharn replied, loading his Carbine with plasma 'bullets'.

"We've landed. Opening hatch now. Good luck Warriors." the Pilot spoke, and the hatch unsealed, revealing grimy shacks, some of which were already burning. Some poorly dressed humans were running around, screaming, being cut down as they did so. Sorran grimaced, and prepared to leave the Phantom. Before he could however, he felt Ahkrin's hand hold him fast.

"Wait up Sorran; we go together, and stay away from the main attack force. We shall fight in the manner of the Stealth Sangheili; with grace and striking out of the shadows." Ahkrin told the Sangheili Minor, who nodded. Zharn looked down at the two, smiling.

"Try to keep each other alive. May the Gods be with you." the Ultra told them, leaving the Phantom, already barking orders. Eventually, Sorran and Ahkrin, along with the pilot, were the only three remaining in the Phantom.

"Pilot, take us high above the clouds. I and Sorran will drop into the main city via Orbital Insertion Pods." Ahkrin ordered the Sangheili commandeering the ship, who hesitated.

"Are you sure? They can be dangerous noble operative." the pilot replied uncertainly. Fear gripped Sorran. Dangerous?

"Worry not, we shall be fine. Take us up, at once. Sorran, lower yourself into a pod, quickly."

Ahkrin indicated the row of five pods embedded in the wall of the Phantom, before sliding into one himself. It looked awfully small. Still, Sorran was not one to disobey a superior, and so he himself delved into the pod, disliking the way he couldn't move.

He heard a voice emanate from inside the pod, that of Ahkrin's.

"Now Sorran, when these pods are released, they shall fall down to the ground, inside the city. The impact will probably break your shields, but you probably won't die. Just follow my lead, and be courageous." the Stealth Sangheili soothed. It wasn't very soothing. Probably won't die?

Before he could reply though, the pods disengaged, and Sorran was silenced.

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  • 10.04.2009 12:40 PM PDT

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You are the truely awesome!

  • 10.04.2009 4:07 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] True Sangheili (Part Eight is available!) ~ 28/09
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When life gives you lemons, ferment them and get drunk.

Just read part where spartan gets thrown of cliff. NOES!!! Spartans must prevail! But here is what i REALLY like abbout this story. When we play halo, we look at the covenant like OMFG BAD GUYZ. When you write this, it makes the humans look so evil. Wich i think is really cool.

  • 10.04.2009 6:41 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] True Sangheili (Part Eleven is available!) ~ 05/10

Why hello there.

Microwave ovens are quite large.

WORT, WORT,WORT!

-NUMS!

True Sangheili is Truly Awesome.

See what I tried to do there?

I stole that guys thing.^^

[Edited on 10.09.2009 9:53 PM PDT]

  • 10.05.2009 12:10 AM PDT

I've been going overtime lately, so many parts in so few days. Well, I suppose there isn't much else to do when I'm ill. Anyway, I personally like this part; although it is light on action. Enjoy.

Part Eleven - To show mercy

The pod hit the ground, and Sorran felt pain. Inescapable pain. His shields did indeed break, and he felt like every bone in his body had too. The Sangheili minor opened his blurry eyes, and saw the pod begin to unseal. With a burst, it smashed open, and Sorran as suddenly staring into the face of a human.

He wasn't a soldier; not even one of their militia. The human was old, Sorran reasoned, white hair riddled his head, wrinkles were deep set around his eyes. The man shrieked at the sight of Sorran and tried to run away. The elderly human's legs collapsed, and he fell to the ground with a cry.

The man then resorted to dragging himself along the floor, weeping, crying out for his son to save him. There was no one else around. This human was alone. There would be no rescue for him.

Sorran unfolded his arms, and hopped out of the pod. Ahkrin's own was no where in sight. No doubt they would meet up later. But for now, it was just Sorran, and the old human in the small area.

The Elite looked around, and realised he seemed to be in a secluded area of garden. Evidently, the elderly man had thought it wise to cower in a place it was unlikely the Covenant would search. Life, evidently, was determined to prove him wrong.

Looking down at the human, Sorran raised his rifle, and felt his arm tremble as he did so. Could he really kill; nay, murder this helpless human in could blood? Sorran knew what the brutal, efficient Ahkrin would do. Zharn would probably give the man a weapon, hoist him to his feet, and then kill him; thus feeling better about himself. But Sorran wasn't Ahkrin, or Zharn. He was himself.

The man had backed into a stone corner, shrunk against the wall on his behind, a look of terror on his face. The human grappled for something within his clothes, and Sorran prepared himself to strike, thinking it to be a gun.

The Sangheili was halted as he beheld what the old man now held in his hand, affixed to his neck by a silver chain. Sorran rotated his head to one side inquisitively in the manner of the Elites. The human held what seemed to be a small silver cross in his hand, and had his eyes shut, murmuring words, clasping the cross tightly. Did Sorran's eyes deceive him, or was the human praying?

This was a revelation to him. The Prophets had lectured that the humans were athiest infidels who cared not for any reverence to Godly beings. But here was a human, evidently praying. To the Forerunners? Unlikely, more of a chance the human had his own God. Still; they were all one and the same were they not? No matter how you went about it, or in what manner, the Forerunners were your God, so lectured the Prophets.

Was this human under the protection of some divine force? Sorran had never been a truly religious being, but to murder an elderly, religious person, even if that person was human, seemed to be wrong.

"Just kill me now; please, get it over with. Don't make it painful." the old man whispered up at Sorran, who was momentarily surprised, snapped out of his reverie. The man had a different way of speaking to the other humans Sorran had heard. The Sangheili shook his head; how could he be thinking of pity at a time like this? Even now he could hear the smoke pour in from the houses in the lower district of the city. Sorran reached down, and grabbed the elderly human with one hand, lifting him high into the air. Tears were streaming down the man's cheeks.

Sorran drew out his metallic blade, holding it with his left hand. The Adam's apple of the human was bobbing up and down nervously, with layers of wrinkled flesh covering it.

No; Sorran could not do this. It was wrong. They were fighting a war, not committing genocide. Weren't they? Some would disagree. They were effectively hunting humanity to extinction. And for what reason? In all their time of warring with the humans, the Covenant had come across but a few Forerunner artefacts, all of them untainted by the humans. And yet the High Prophet of Truth claimed otherwise; that the humans were defiling the relics. That didn't seem to be the case. Was there another, darker motive behind this war?

Sorran, lost in thought, dropped the human to the ground, not looking down. I shall ponder upon this later, the Elite decided, turning to face the old man.

"You will not die today; not by my hand. Run human, hide. And do not let my fellows come across you; they shall not be as merciful as I." Sorran told the human, who's eyes grew wide with gratitude. The elderly man tried to move off the ground, and cried out in pain as he did. Sorran looked down incredulously.

"Is there a problem?" the Sangheili whispered, frowning. The old man began to weep once again, no doubt thinking Sorran would consider it easier to merely kill him than bother himself further. He did consider it easier. But he wouldn't do it. Instead, he bent down, and spoke in a soothing voice. "Come now, I have given my word I shall not harm you. What is the problem?"

If one of the council had seen this, Sorran would be in chains. No Covenant soldier was supposed to do this; it was unprecedented, forbidden. Still, he couldn't help it. He was no killer; he was a scholar. His goal was to preserve and understand, not destroy.

"My back...I can't move." the human gasped, face screwed up in pain. Sorran sighed, and hefted the man up again, intending to find him a hiding place himself.

Before he could though, a voice cried out from behind him. A human voice.

"Get your filthy claws off my father you bastard!" the voice cried, that of a male's. Before Sorran could turn around, he felt a bulk smash into him, and dropped the old man in shock, flown forwards by the son's weight.

Sorran was thrown against the wall, and grimaced in pain. He then felt his body explode as a sharp object entered the base of his spine. He felt his back warm as blood leaked out, and managed to throw the human off in his pain drunk state. Sorran reached around his to his back, and grasped the hilt of a human knife, yanking it out. His shields had not yet recovered from the drop; the recharging mechanism was in all probability damaged,

He saw the son of the old man rise off the ground, and Sorran noted he was a marine. The Sangheili would have to be all the more careful then, his shields were down, and this human evidently knew his business.

"Miguel, stop!" the elderly human still lying on the ground cried out weakly, but his son didn't heed his father's warning. Instead, the one named Miguel drew out a pistol, and aimed it at Sorran. Before he could fire, the Elite managed to toss the knife at the attacking human. Miguel's eyes grew wide, and he looked down in horror at the hilt buried deep in his lone heart. His mouth opened twice in a wordless scream, before his eyes glazed over and he collapsed in a river of dark red blood.

"No! You fool Miguel!" the still living elderly man cried out, a rush of adrenalin propelling him off his feet towards his dead son. The old human knelt down in the pool of crimson liquid, cradling Miguel's limp head in his arms, hugging the marine dearly. "Mi hijo, mi querido, mi querido hijo..."

Sorran realised it as 'Spanish' for 'my son, my dear, dear son.' Evidently, the old man and his son were of a Spanish descent. The Sangheili squirmed, guilty. Guilty! He knew he shouldn't feel that way, but he did. Sorran averted his gaze towards the floor.

[Edited on 10.05.2009 3:10 PM PDT]

  • 10.05.2009 3:02 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] True Sangheili (Part Eight is available!) ~ 28/09

"I'm sorry." was all he said, in shame. The old man looked up, but where Sorran had expected to see anger, he saw but forgiveness.

"You killed my son. But it wasn't your fault. He would have killed you, you had no choice...I understand. Even as the Lord does, I forgive you, strange Elite. Now go, leave me with my dead son. No doubt I will join him soon."

Sorran frowned against his better judgement.

"There is still time to hide old man. I would not have you killed, I owe that much to you for killing your son." the Sangheili protested, and the old man shook his head firmly.

"No, I will remain here."

Sorran shook his head, and took a step towards the elderly human. This felt all wrong, yet at the same time, just.

"Nay, you shall not." Sorran breathed, placing two fingers upon the man's shoulder and squeezing. The human instantly collapsed, out cold. Sorran lifted the man out of the pool of blood, and, searching around, managed to find a set of doors embedded in the ground. He ripped one off, and lowered the old human down the stairs, setting him to rest inside. Sorran then shut the hatch from the outside, leaving the unconscious human below. He then dipped his finger in Miguel's blood, and traced the shape of a Y on the two doors, which would indicate to other forces of the Covenant that the house had already been searched.

The old man was safe. Until the glassing started. There was nothing Sorran would be able to do to stop that though. He had done his best.

Why? The answer to that question still eluded him, alas. But Sorran knew he had done good that day. He looked sadly at the body of Miguel, and noticed that he too, like his father, wore a cross around his neck. Sorran reached down, and grabbed the chain, ripping it from it's dead wearer. He held the cross up in the light, admiring it's fine craftsmanship. Tiny human letters were grooved in the man body of the cross. Even from the distance he was holding the religious item, Sorran could make out the words.

'CHRIST IS FOREVER WITH YOU.'

What did those words mean? Obviously something important to the man and his son. Who was Christ? Some sort of Demon? Sorran decided it best to leave the body of Miguel, if Christ really was a Demon who was with him. Still, the Elite kept the cross, and it's chain, draping it around his neck and tucking it under his armour. He did not know why.

The Sangheili hurried out of the alley, aware of a dull throbbing at his back. The knife wound had indeed been painful. Fire was rising from the city, and smoke was clogging the streets.

Up ahead, Sorran could make out the faint shape of a fellow Sangheili. One wearing black armour. It was hard to tell who it was through the thick smog.

Sorran moved closer to Ahkrin, who turned around with an expression of surprise, noticing the Sangheili minor.

"Is that you Sorran? Good, good. This smoke is heavy, what is Zharn's attack force doing? They should be keeping the smoke away from the city, all it is doing is hampering us and them." Ahkrin told Sorran, covering his maw with a thick hand. Sorran did likewise. Ahkrin then noticed blood dripping from Sorran's back.

"You're hurt Sorran! What happened?" the Stealth Sangheili questioned worriedly. Sorran began to feel a little dizzy.

"One of their marines, back in an alleyway. Attacked me with a knife. My shields aren't recharging." Sorran explained, coughing as he inhaled some smoke. Ahkrin grimaced, and pointed towards a building at the end of the street.

"Come, let us get out of this foul air and somewhere where I can heal you." Ahkrin instructed Sorran, who nodded, following his friend. Screams could be heard all around them, especially in the lower districts, and the stench of blood was thick in the air. Sorran felt sick.

War was not as glorious as the Elders made it out to be.

  • 10.05.2009 3:02 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Halo: True Sangheili (Part Five is available!)
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Posted by: Wolverfrog
"That Elite we've got banged is a nutter, punched the Sarge in the gut he did!" the first human spoke in a heavy accent.


I would of wrote it a bit like this. "'At Elite 'e got banged is a nughu, punched the Sarge in 'u gut 'e did!"

  • 10.05.2009 3:37 PM PDT