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Part One - Heretics
Sangheilios - Ninth age of Reclaimation
Saal 'Yamun staggered back, falling to the stage floor as yet another blow collided with his skull. He cupped his hand below his mandibles, catching the purple blood that fell.
"Fellow races of the Covenant!" roared a Sangheili, spreading his arms out to an audience. In reply, the audience cheered and howled at the sign of the beating. "Let this be a lesson to all who do not mind the Path!" he finished, kicking Saal in his side. The Sangheili yelped in pain, coming to a slow stand still.
"Fools..." muttered the Heretic.
An energy blade came into life in the other Sangheili's hand. Saal stared at it emotionlessly, not fearing the beams of plasma which sparked beneath the hilt.
"I am sorry, Heretic? Perhaps you would like to speak a little louder?" asked the Sangeili, grabbing the heretic by the neck. Reluctantly, the Heretic stood, his tall, naked body before the croud.
"Fools!" he repeated. The howling and cheers stopped, replaced by silence. "You and your precious artifacts," the Heretic spat, blood staining the metallic floor of the stage. "Thinking what, I wonder?"
Saal let his question settle within the audience for a few moments, then nodded as he answered his own question. "Thinking that the Great Journey will meet to save you? That you will walk the Path into the lights of heaven?
"No, you are all, despicable, incompetent, fools!"
The Sangehili beside Saal grabbed his arm, placing the blade to the Heretics neck. It singed his skin, leaving a scar.
"And so the Heretic dies!" he stated, pulling back his sword arm, preparing to decapitate the other Sangheili.
But he got no such chance.
A moment later, four Sangheili rose from the crowd and onto the stage, throwing back their cloaks. Their orange-like armor was revealed; the armor of the Heretics. Each of them pulled out weapons of their own, roaring Saal's attacker a challenge. This came as a surprise to the Sangheili, whose sword arm was cut from his torso, dropping to the floor. The executioner screamed, grabbing the nub where his arm had once been.
With another swipe from the Heretic, the Sangheili's head came clean off his body as Saal backed away. The audeince was scrambling, either running for dear life, or to meet the Heretics in combat.
Within moments, an explosion sounded from the top of the Chamber, tearing a hole through the roof. Saal smiled wickedly as a Phantom flew overhead, sending a gravitational beam onto he and his four allies. The ascended through the air, carried by the beam, and stopped once they came into the bay of the Phantom.
"Full trhust. Now." Saal ordered the pilot, who nodded his head, then accelerated.
"Saal?" asked one of the four whom had rescued him.
"Yes, Juro, my dearest friend?" Saal asked, clasping the Sangheili on the shoulder.
"While you were captured, the 'Covenant' attacked our station. I am afraid the battle has been lost, but we have found a new place to hide. For the time being, it will have to do."
Saal pondered his friends word, then nodded his head. "Do not fret, my brothers," said the Heretic, putting on a sinister smile. "I have obtained what was needed. The day will be hours."
[Edited on 09.30.2009 4:03 PM PDT]