- kingwrench
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This is my fourth (technically) story about Halo counting my comic and tales of a huragok. This one will also be first person and follow a Covenant species but will instead be about an elite pilot. Please comment! Originally I only posted this thread in my group's forum but what the hell, might as well post it here.
Chapters:
1. The Way OF The Warrior
2. Raining Down Heavenly Fire
1. The Way of The Warrior
My Seraph streaks through space, dropping plasma charges over the traitorous brute's ship. My brothers in arms streak in their fighters beside me, dropping their payloads as well. Longsword interceptors carry out similar tasks with us, bringing a hail of shells onto the shielded surface of the ship. What the humans classified as a Supercarrier was firing its powerful MAC Gun at the shield, completely depleting it. The massive cruiser was as good as dead, and as it entered its death throes the human Longswords and my brothers pull away from the cruiser. Another success.
Once our bitter enemies, the humans now are greatest allies in fighting the traitor Truth. Once our Seraphs shot the human Longswords out of the sky, now we fly side by side in formation. If not for the discovery of the Infection and the new arbiter, we'd still be at war with the humans. Now, after learning the truth of the Great Journey and the Hierarchs' betrayal, humans are now our respected equals.
Changing course to return to our ship, I took a chance look to the planet below me. Dosiac, the once beautiful home of the brutes, was ravaged by war. The surface had been bombarded by plasma from my fleet's many ships. Hanging low in the planet's atmosphere was a Covenant Assault Carrier. Even from my high perch among the stars I could see phantoms pouring out of the ship like blood gushing from a newly opened wound. The sight of the war ship saddened me, but I knew that all of this was necessary. The brutes, traitors and bastards, everyone, had not accepted the terms of surrender and even attacked the delegation that the humans and we had sent. I was on the carrier that was sent in the delegation, and had helped board and secures the brute's cruiser. That was the first of many events that plunged my brothers and the humans into war with the brutes.
Looking down at their home world now, though, I resent this war. I am tired of the raids, the attacks, and the loss of my brothers in combat. Even if they died with honor, their deaths were senseless. Why must we remain in this war? Why can't their be peace? I do not know if I will find the answer in my lifetime.
"That was great work back there, Shar." I instantly recognized the voice; it belonged to Petty Officer Amy, a female Longsword pilot. We share command of my squad, consisting of both humans and Sanghelli; the newly formed USSC, or United Species Space Command, thought it would be best if command of navy squads were split between a Sanghelli and a human. It worked very well; the combined input of two competent leaders of both has lead to many victories in space and on the ground.
"Thank you," I replied as I used my Seraph's heavy plasma cannon to destroy a brute fighter. Just because I didn't believe in the war didn't mean wouldn't fight for my kin.
"Shar, we have new orders." One of the pilots under my command spoke into the communications link, causing my attention to shift away from the battle for a short moment.
"And they are?"
"We're to return to the Carrier and man some banshees. We're going to join the battle on the surface."
So it was time to fight the traitors on the ground. I quickly explained our new orders to Amy, and she and her fellow Longswords returned to their ships. We were ready for a new battle.
*****
My Banshee weaved and danced through the rain forest canopy. Enemy banshees and vampires dropped to the forest floor like stones, completely destroyed by our banshees and the human's hornets. Phantoms and pelicans glided slowly past us and descended into the lower levels of the rainforest canopy. The entire reason we were sent to the surface was to allow the pelicans and phantoms to land on the planet. Most of the brute's fleet had been crippled, so now it was a ground based assault. Scarabs, vultures, infantry, all forms of military forces were being sent down to end the war with the brutes. All had been risked for this final, crippling attack on the brutes.
Gods help them.
[Edited on 05.02.2010 3:45 AM PDT by Mr Evil 37]
[Edited on 07.28.2010 3:11 PM PDT]