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Subject: [Story] True Sangheili (Part Nine is available!) ~ 30/09

"The Internet is a hostile and unforgiving place. Avoiding a flame war is like trying to walk unscathed through a minefield with a blindfold on. Likely it isn't going to happen."

*rereads the entire thing to pay tribute to your epicness*

  • 10.13.2009 12:21 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.

Nice trial! I assume that Truth is lying, of course.

Oh, the irony.

  • 10.14.2009 3:51 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] True Sangheili (Part Thirteen is available!) ~ 12/10

You are now my sponsor. Congradulations.


Guitarmasterx7 - I can't believe you actually did that, dude. I mean, it was kind of gross, you know? And as for as I'm concerned, she wasn't clean. No way. STDs all over that chick.

P.S. - I'm not a huge fanfiction person, but this isn't too shabby.

[Edited on 10.14.2009 5:42 AM PDT]

  • 10.14.2009 5:42 AM PDT

Posted by: Guitarmasterx7


You're the creator of that? Nice, I remember watching it a while ago. Many 'lulz' were to be had.

I'm honoured to have one as epic as yourself grace my thread with you presence, but don't be putting a link in every post you make. That's the sort of thing which will get you banned.

  • 10.14.2009 7:56 AM PDT

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

Posted by: Guitarmasterx7
You are now my sponsor. Congradulations.


Guitarmasterx7 - I can't believe you actually did that, dude. I mean, it was kind of gross, you know? And as for as I'm concerned, she wasn't clean. No way. STDs all over that chick.

P.S. - I'm not a huge fanfiction person, but this isn't too shabby.


Halo 1 Pistol, eh?

I remember watching that, like Wolvers there were many lols on the table.

  • 10.14.2009 8:08 AM PDT
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Reading the last 2 chapters made me had a De-Ja-Vu from the 4th movie of Lord of The Rings....

I didn't even knew that a prophet would over rule a Forerunner law. But it acounts for his arogance.

  • 10.14.2009 2:09 PM PDT

4th movie? Uh, what? Oh, and I haven't watched those films in...at least four or five years, so I assure you the chapters were not inspired by LoTR.

And which Forerunner law is this?

  • 10.14.2009 2:22 PM PDT
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*Really*

I'll explain then. Lord of The Rings: Return of the King
The way the prophet behaves compared to the movie... OK'' forget about the movie.

About, when, and obviously the prophet lies about the voting trial, he was against making that voting session, and sent Sorran's mistakeable death... I wonder what would happen then.


Posted by: Wolverfrog
4th movie? Uh, what? Oh, and I haven't watched those films in...at least four or five years, so I assure you the chapters were not inspired by LoTR.

And which Forerunner law is this?

  • 10.14.2009 2:34 PM PDT

Try and stick to one tense, you keep switching between past, present a future. It's hard to understand. What are you saying?

  • 10.14.2009 2:43 PM PDT
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*Chukling silently*

Ok''
Posted by: Wolverfrog
Try and stick to one tense, you keep switching between past, present a future. It's hard to understand. What are you saying?

  • 10.14.2009 4:15 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.

*Commence Sorran's rescue*

  • 10.14.2009 5:55 PM PDT

Posted by: Xd00999
*Commence Sorran's rescue*


Would Zharn and Ahkrin dare go against the Covenant?

I will tell you this, there won't be another jail break, I've done that already. Anticipate for the beginning of an epic and grand plot.

  • 10.15.2009 8:05 AM PDT

"The Internet is a hostile and unforgiving place. Avoiding a flame war is like trying to walk unscathed through a minefield with a blindfold on. Likely it isn't going to happen."

The begining of a new one? what about the humans and the Flood? AWNSER ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Edited on 10.15.2009 12:41 PM PDT]

  • 10.15.2009 12:40 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
Posted by: Xd00999
*Commence Sorran's rescue*


Would Zharn and Ahkrin dare go against the Covenant?

I will tell you this, there won't be another jail break, I've done that already. Anticipate for the beginning of an epic and grand plot.
*commence epic plot* Happy?

  • 10.15.2009 1:37 PM PDT

Posted by: Halflingforever
The begining of a new one? what about the humans and the Flood? AWNSER ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I don't know where you got the Flood from, but I won't abandon the conflict with the humans...probably.

  • 10.17.2009 3:02 AM PDT

"The Internet is a hostile and unforgiving place. Avoiding a flame war is like trying to walk unscathed through a minefield with a blindfold on. Likely it isn't going to happen."

Wow im dumb I was thainking about the infected elite homeworld or Im not *sigh* my head hurts. PS keep the fan fics comeing!

  • 10.17.2009 11:51 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] True Sangheili (Part Nine is available!) ~ 30/09

This should give you an inkling of where this series is going. Prepare to be confused!

Part 14 - Factions within factions...

Two hours later.

Zharn eyed the serving Unggoy in the restaurant with a look of distaste. He eyed everyone with a look of distaste. Ahkrin shared his distemper, not even bothering to crack an Unggoy waiter joke, as was his usual ritual.

"I failed him." Zharn spoke with an echoing sadness, gazing into the wall on the other side of the room. "He was my friend; my student, per se, and I failed him."

"No. Zharn my friend, it was not your fault. Don't ever think that." Ahkrin assured. "What happened to Sorran was mere bad luck."

Zharn shook his head, still not facing Ahkrin.

"I feel like I should be doing something. Perhaps I should appeal to the Prophet of Truth on his behalf." the Ultra mused, and Ahkrin barked sharply.

"Ha! You would soon join Sorran on death row Zharn, and you know it. We've done all that we can. We shall meet Sorran again, as we all embark on the Great Journey." Ahkrin informed Zharn wisely, his voice grave. Zharn sighed, and shook his head.

"Even as the Writ says, "The weight of heresy shall stay one's feet." There will be no journey for Sorran." the Ultra cracked, cupping his head in his hand with no small sorrow. Ahkrin grimaced; was there nothing he could do to set his friend's mind at rest?

"I don't believe that. Sorran is no heretic. You know that to be true Zharn." the Stealth Sangheili assured the Ultra, who nodded slowly.

"Yes. . .yes, you are right, of course. What must we do now? I have no wish to view Sorran's execution; I just want to forget about all of this." Zharn told Ahkrin. There was a pause.

"As do I brother. We shall leave High Charity by dawn I think, Sorran would not want us to see him disgraced as he will be. Both you and I should meet back up with the Immortal Repentance, inform those he acquainted himself with there of his fate. Then we shall head back down, and continue our campaign against the humans." Ahkrin suggested, and Zharn smiled sadly, before replying in turn.

"I think not even a thousand human deaths shall ease the pain you and I felt today, my brother. But yea, even as you say, we should do just that. Now come, let us order some food. I finally feel as if I won't spew it back up."

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

He was cold. Afraid. Lonely. These were but a few of the many troubles ailing Sorran as he hung nude in an ancient stone cell, deep within the dungeons of High Charity. Energy manacles suspended him in the air, preventing him from finding needed sleep. Not that he wanted to sleep. Every moment spent in the cell brought him a moment closer to his death. Sleep would but accelerate the punishment.

Warm liquid fell down Sorran's cheeks. His first thought was that it was blood. As the liquid dripped to the floor below, and splashed against the stone floor, he realised it was in fact a salty drop of tears. Not blood at all, although the way Sorran had immediately jumped to the conclusion that it had been showed just how much he had begun to think like a warrior over the past...he didn't even know how long it had been.

If only he had kept his position as Scholar in the Great Library, none of this would be happening right now. Sorran laughed bitterly, knowing that this shouldn't have happened even though he was now a warrior. No, this was Truth's fault.

Truth. The very thought of the Prophet sent revulsion down Sorran's aching spine. To think, he had once looked up to the Hierarch as a role model for life. Now he knew the reality; Truth was a monster.

He took a look at the cell he was in. It was archaic, designed by the Sangheili shortly after the Great War they waged against the Prophets. The design was similar to those used upon Sangheilios; a thick set door, leading down to a stone, spiralling staircase with torches lighting the way. At the bottom was a simple circle, surrounded with stone walls. In the middle of this circle stood two pillars, each the same distance from one another. It was between these pillars that Sorran hung now, head held low.

As Sorran was about to start a new wave of weeping, there was a bang at the top of the spiralling staircase above, most likely emitting from the door. Fear clenched Sorran's two hearts in a titan like grip; was he to be killed already? Voices suddenly spoke.

"This one is not to be approached, we have orders." a gruff growl stated. A Brute. The new prison wardens of High Charity.

"I beg your pardon? Move aside, vile beasts. I shall go where I please." another voice replied. Harder to distinguish, but it sounded like either an elderly Sangheili, or a Prophet. There was another shake of the door, followed by an aggressive growl from a Brute.

"The noble Prophet of Truth has commanded it that none should approach, Minister!" the Jiralhanae warden growled. Minister? Definitely a Prophet then. There was silence for a few dreadful seconds, and Sorran realised he was holding his breath. He let it out in disgust with himself.

"If you knew what I did, I think you would not consider him to be so noble. Now let me past, or I shall call my Guard and have them run you through like the worthless cur you are." the Prophet threatened, and Sorran's eyebrows rose from where he hung suspended. It was not often that one of the San 'Shyuum would be so bold. The Brute growled indecisively from what Sorran could hear, before finally grunting in defeat.

"You have five minutes."

Sorran heard the heavy door above unlatch with a sickening resolution. Who was this Prophet who would threaten a Brute so? An interrogator perhaps? One chosen to take Sorran to his death?

The door swung open, and Sorran heard the hum of a Gravity Chair chime as it descended down the stone staircase. Eventually, the chair reached the bottom, and an elderly Prophet wearing blue robes came into view, a thoughtful look upon his face. Strange, he seemed familiar...

  • 10.18.2009 2:03 AM PDT

"Do you know why you are imprisoned here?" the Prophet suddenly questioned from Sorran's left, his voice containing a hint of mocking. Sorran thought for a moment, before replying.

"I committed Heresy." the once Sangheili Minor spoke softly, hanging his head. The Prophet went behind him, as if sizing him up.

"And do you truly believe you did?" the Minister asked, and Sorran frowned ever so slightly. Do I? he thought to himself, clacking his two lower mandibles together in thought. He knew the answer, but would it be wise to say it in front of the Prophet? Then again, why not? He was already on death row, what more could the Covenant do to him.

"Nay, I do not." Sorran replied, surprised to hear the anger in his voice. He heard the Prophet chuckle as if the Minister had won a small victory.

"Wonderful. Truly wonderful. And tell me, Sorran, what is your opinion of the High Prophet Truth?" Sorran gave his opinion of Truth, in a colourful and disgraceful way which would have made even the most bashful of people flush in disbelief. As it was though, the Prophet facing Sorran merely smiled. It wasn't a cold, sly smile like Truth had worn; rather a warm, secretive one.

"Indeed Sorran, indeed." the Minister stated ambiguously, still looking at the imprisoned Sangheili speculatively. Sorran began to get annoyed.

"Do you have something of import to convey to me Minister or are you but wasting the precious time I have left?" the Sangheili Heretic snapped, but this seemed to please the Prophet even more.

"Tell me Sorran; how would you wish to live again?" the Prophet asked, and Sorran's eyes snapped open. He turned to look at the Minister, who had a look of genuine curiosity upon his features.

"I would wish nothing more, noble one." Sorran blurted out. The Minister nodded, drawing a scroll out from his person.

"I have here with me a pardon from the High Council, to be used as I will. Truth and the other Hierarchs do not know about it." the Prophet informed Sorran, turning the scroll to face him. It seemed official, the parchment had the noble seals of all the greatest Councillors. Sorran couldn't speak for a moment, but managed to finally find his voice.

"But...the Council voted to condemn me!" Sorran cried in protest, and the Minister grimaced, gesturing upwards in the general area of the Brute Warden standing outside. Sorran apologised softly, but without any real meaning.

"Would it come as a huge surprise to you Sorran, when I tell you that the Council voted to spare you, by a three unto one margin? The bastard Truth masked this choice." the Prophet told Sorran slowly, and a few moments later the implications of these words fully struck Sorran.

"I--he did?" the Sangheili asked, hurt evident in his voice. The nameless Minister nodded in sympathy.

"I'm afraid so. However, I have had this decision overturned, although none must know of it. Not the Brutes, not Truth, not even your friends, Zharn and Ahkrin." the Prophet instructed Sorran gravely.

"How do you know about those two?" Sorran asked, referring to the latter. The Minister chuckled.

"We know a great deal about you Sorran. And I am willing to offer you a new life, and a place on my Honour Guard."

The Honour Guard. A noble position awarded to but the elite few amongst the Sangheili. But what did the Prophet mean by 'we'?

"How will I escape here?" Sorran asked. He could not believe his own words. To think, he was conspiring to commit high heresy! The Prophet did not seem affected by this worry.

"Oh, that is simple enough. Do you wish to come with me?" the Minister asked. After few foolish moments of hesitation, Sorran nodded sharply. The Minister drew out a device and clicked it once. Immediately, the energy manacles restraining Sorran deactivated, and Sorran fell to the cold flagstones below, bruising his knees. He looked up to see the Prophet smiling down at him, hand outstretched. Sorran grasped it, and pulled himself up. He looked around.

"How are we to get past the Brute Warden up top?" Sorran asked, looking at the Minister, who merely held up the three fingers of his left hand. One dropped, and then another. A countdown. The final finger fell.

There was a great, startled cry of pain from high above, outside of the cell. That of a Brute's. Sorran looked at the Prophet, who nodded.

"I believe that is the signal to leave. One of my Honour Guard awaits us with a set of armour for you. Come, let us move." the Minister commanded, already leaving the small circular base and heading up the stairs. Sorran ran after him.

"Hold, will it not look suspicious when I am missing from my cell?" the Sangheili asked, holding up a sweating hand. The Prophet shook his head.

"We have a dead clone of you Sorran; imperfect of course, but enough the fool the wardens into thinking you died overnight. It happens." said the Minister, and Sorran's jaw dropped, they'd prepared a clone? That took days. Surely they hadn't been able to take a DNA sample as soon as he arrived at High Charity. . .

"A clone? Forgive my ignorance noble one, but I must question; who are you?" Sorran questioned, and the Prophet looked back.

"Right now, I am the one saving your life. My name is Restraint."

  • 10.18.2009 2:04 AM 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.

*Makes confused face*

  • 10.18.2009 3:35 AM PDT

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

Posted by: random no337
*Makes confused face*


The Prophet of Restraint was a 'Hierarch', along with the Prophet of Tolerance and the Prophetess of Obligation.

Restraint, and the other two Hierarchs, were overthrown by Truth's plan. Restraint's tenure was ended due to his involvement in a major -blam!- scandal.

Great part, Wolvers.

  • 10.18.2009 7:24 AM PDT

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"Prophetess?" WORT?

  • 10.18.2009 9:59 AM PDT

Why hello there.

Microwave ovens are quite large.

WORT, WORT,WORT!

-NUMS!

I am very interested to see where this will lead to.

  • 10.18.2009 11:50 AM 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.

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Posted by: random no337
*Makes confused face*


The Prophet of Restraint was a 'Hierarch', along with the Prophet of Tolerance and the Prophetess of Obligation.

Restraint, and the other two Hierarchs, were overthrown by Truth's plan. Restraint's tenure was ended due to his involvement in a major -blam!- scandal.

Great part, Wolvers.
Ah, thanks for clearing that up.

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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Nice man! Just read part ten! I really like how you encorpirated the femal sangheili :D

  • 10.18.2009 7:07 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] True Sangheili (Part Eleven is available!) ~ 05/10
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

I just read the one with the old man, Wolver, that is truly deep. Sorran's deept thoughts, i don't know what to say. All i can is, I wish I could do that.

PS. Can you check out part five of Rise of Harvest?

  • 10.19.2009 7:48 PM PDT