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Subject: [Vindication] A Sangheili Fan-Fic.

Posted by: cB4d93
Posted by: Silent Eli
you are a good translator
Idiot can be a hard language to learn, but once you get it down, everything becomes so clear! The whole world will make sense to you.

8th Age Of Reclaimation
Human Colony Designation A-567c
Xor'Voramee



"..And in sector nineteen, five of fifty-seven patrols in the area have not reported back. Of the other seventeen that came under attack, roughly two-thirds of them lost about half their servile compliments. Jiralhanae kill-teams have reported reoccupation of three previously cleared strongholds on the Supercord in sectors twelve and fourteen.."

Xor'Voramee listened to the Ultra as he continued to report the events of the day. It was bad, it was always bad, and it always left the same frustrating impression feeling of hopelessness. He kept his mandibles tight and eyes stoic, lest Khar see his distress.
"That is all currently, sire." Khar'Mantee finished, closing his datapad.

"Thank You, Ultra Khar." Voramee replied

They saluted one another, and Mantee departed the quarter of authority, leaving Voramee and several of his subordinate Zealots to the holographic display of the south-most continent. It was almost entirely glassed, not deemed important enough to allow humans a chance to fight over the land. However, one area was most notably omitted from the fate of the rest of the planet, six thousand kilometers long, twenty-one kilometers wide, running almost down the middle half of the continent. This is where all the human resistance remains, where virtually all the Covenant's casualties were taken, and the ultimate objective of this entire campaign. Beneath this area, lies a leviathan series of tunnels the humans make use of to base their attacks, collectively termed the Undercord, against of Covenant ground-forces. Normally a widespread orbital bombardment of the area would pacify the squabbling, but no such action could be taken. For there was an important caveat, the tunnels were Forerunner.

The existence and location of the tunnels had been discovered several years ago in a Forerunner database on some sacked human colony, but little else. Whatever the case, Voramee had long since come to curse whoever unearthed the information. The humans used the tunnels to great effect against the Covenant, they allowed them to move without notice, attack from virtually anywhere, and disappear. Even when the well hidden access ports were found, it was impossible to get into them, and large scale demolition to blast through them was forbidden. The best they could do was lay a few mines near the ports, but they had no idea if it did anything, as they were almost everywhere, and Covenant mines had a habit of being often among many of the traps the humans laid for them..

"Sire, if we intend to retake clear strongholds, we will need to begin preparations for a coordinated assault." Stated Zealot Thal.

"Err, yes, begin the drafts for the attack. Avoid using the plans of our previous assault." Voramee replied.
"Yes sire."

"Excellent, I shall go out on an inspection of the base, and I shall return with you before sundown." Voramee said.

One of the most key things Voramee lacked was a layout of the tunnels, and for sometime early into the campaign, his forces would had to venture on haphazardly over the Supercord, hunting for Human guerillas. Eventually, they encountered enough that when the locations of the all the ambushes and attacks were ran through an Associated Intelligence, a rough sketch of the tunnels could be made. It was always being amended however, as the humans rarely attacked from the same place twice.

Voramee began to stroll out of the Quarter of Authority, and began upon his daily 'inspection'. To him, it served less as a time to inspect the workings of the operation, and more a time to remove himself from the pressures of command for a few minutes, but that is not to say he did not keep out a keen eye. Walking around the glittering purple structures, he went through the various Soldier Halls, vehicle depots, arial summit, and finally the Temple. He had found nothing wrong on his inspection, even the Unggoy were unusually attentive, perhaps they were warned of my presence while he was fitting the oxygen mask, he thought. Entering the Temple, he moved toward the center amidst several others were kneeling in prayer. In the center of the temple, a large blue holographic cloud filled with passages of the Holy Scripture was being projected, while speakers around the played the recorded voice of a Prophet narrating the text with ceremonial chanting in the background. He kneeled and began to offer praise and prayer towards the gods for the afternoon service. After it concluded, he began to head toward the Cafeteria for a warm bowl of..

"Sire!' Thal'Rethtai, his second in command, suddenly shouted over the com link.

Voramee groaned, no pureed squandra for him. "Yes, what is it Thal?"

"Fleet Master Eoe'Zonraee is calling for you." He stated.

"Yes, understood."

Voramee grew tense, what could they want? Was he issuing him a reprimand? Surely he was still in understanding of the progress as he last explained. These thoughts shot off in his mind as he rushed to the Quarter of Authority to take the call. Entering into the chamber, he could see the holograph of the Fleet-Master, waiting for him.

Saluting as he approached, Mantee began. "I apologize, I was in prayer and-"

"I am very busy, so I will be quick; your request for additional personnel has gone through. The destroyer, Persistant Doubt is enroute to provide personnel and act as support. It is under the direct command of Ship-Master Latt'Noratee. Further details will be provided to you upon his arrival."

A single destroyer; was he so heartless? He could not fight any battle; much less this one if this is the only resupply they were willing to give. He was a bit frightened to contradict his superior, but this was unacceptable.
"I am grateful Fleet-Master, but, my request detailed a contingent far exceeding that which a simple destroyer could provide. Is there not anything else that can be spared?" He inquired, trying to mask his nervousness.

To this, the Fleet-Master smirked. "I am certain you will find the destroyer's crew, more than satisfactory, Fleet-master out."

Mantee cursed to himself under his breath.

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As the Persistent Doubt cut through the absolute darkness of slip-space it's captain, Latt'Noratee, leaned against the command console, silently enjoying a bowl Kordia Glider bits. Finishing, he wiped off his mandibles and hands with a disposable cloth, and motioned for one of the grunt servitors to take it away. Checking over the displays once more, he noticed nothing of alarm or interest, and so, he continued once more on his monthly report. It was another dull day.

He was not a few minutes into it, he heard the chime of the automatic door ring, and slide open. Turning his head, he saw the dark-gray and red-maroon armor of one of the new Op's soldiers. Their helmet was not like that Noratee had ever seen before: large, ornamental, and enclosed, trimmed with silver Forerunner runes. He had met their commander briefly before they boarded, but they all appeared the same.

"Please, announce your presence." stated the ship-master.

"I apologize, I am Reva'Siramee, I believe we talked shortly before we departed." Replied the man.

"Oh yes, I remember. You're the commander that new legion aboard. May I inquire as to why you've come to my bridge?" Noratee asked.

"Drills and Prayer have ended for the cycle, I have merely come to talk, it is my understanding that we shall be working closely together for some time." He said, voice a monotone.
"Really now?"

"Evidently."

"Well, perhaps it would be appropriate for me to ask then, what exactly are you? If it is true that our mutual cooperation will continue than I will.."
"You're curiosity is understood, but you shall come to learn in due time the nature of our service." Said Siramee
"Well, at least give a hint, something, I cannot see how I can aid you if I know little of you."
To this, Siramee paused for a moment, bowing his head down in thought.

"Zealot, have you read the Script of Voramai?" Siramee asked.

"Of course, it was chapter among the the Prophet of Apathy's Book of Discord"

"Excellent. Well, as the hero Voramai travels across the desert of the Ramiellis, he comes across a small hut belonging to the child Norzan. As he asked to drink from his spring to sate his thirst, the child attacked him knife in hand. Though the mighty Voramai could have easily slain the child, he saw good in his eyes, pushing him aside and departing to the desert. At night, while he tried to sleep thirst wrenched, when Forerunner Gods graced him with the gift of Compassion with reason.

Osies, appeared before him and told him that his evil sister whispered wicked lies to him, and that she was the source of his sins. So that night, he crawled into Norzans hut, and killed his sister in her sleep. The next day, he approached Norzan once more, telling him of what happened to his sister, and why. Seeing the truth in his words, he allowed Voramai to drink from his spring, and he would follow Voramai on his travels, becoming his closest companion."

"Yes, I believe that is how it goes, but what do you mean by such?" Pondered Noratee.

"Well I feel it is my time to leave. I shall you see you at another time." Said Siramee as he began to depart

Noratee was bewildered, what could he mean? He understood the value of example and metaphor, but if he could not understand it's meaning, what was the use? But, he could not bring himself to speak another word.

  • 06.28.2010 3:33 PM PDT

Posted by: cB4d93
Posted by: Silent Eli
you are a good translator
Idiot can be a hard language to learn, but once you get it down, everything becomes so clear! The whole world will make sense to you.

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Reva returned to his quarters, where he sat, and began to reflect on days prior.

Two years ago.
Border of UNSC Space


My fellow warriors and I had waited for several cycles. Drifting silently through UNSC space in a cloaked Phantom. It is where we lured the humans into our trap, for they cannot resist a chance to steal our technology. We had drawn our trap for after a small encounter with the humans. They were allowed 'victory' after the shipmasters disabling their shields to give the humans a false sense of security over an outlying planet. We knew they would return in pursuit, and our patience has been rewarded.

A human craft exited slipspace, pushing aside debris and vapor, lured by the promise of commandeering one of our ships, in this case, an retired corvette we abandoned on the fringe of their space. The ship that came was no ordinary human ship. As it approached, It was matte black, and bared an emblem of a pyramid with a human eye in the center. It was nothing we had ever encountered. It was rare game for us, and we intended to take it.
The pilot of the Phantom looked at us.

"Stealth systems engaged, thermal readings are at a minimum. Our craft shall appear as nothing more than solar radiation."

"Excellent," I replied, "Draw us as close to the ship as you can."

"Yes, sire."
The holographic displays inside the holding are revealed two human transports headed for the corvette. They were taking the bait.

"Bring us near the engines. We must cripple the beast before we kill it."


"As you wish."

The pilot brought the Phantom slowly towards the craft, avoiding large chunks of steel from the carcass of a human ship. The Phantom came to a halt two-hundred meters away from the engines.

"Warriors, prepare to board!"

I ordered my men, and they brought their weapons to the ready position. Weapons were readied.The cockpit sealed shut.

"Gods be with you"

"As you"

The gravity lift port opened, and one by one we slipped from the Phantom. We floated momentarily, then attached ourselves to the hull.

"Jora, cut a hole for entry."

"Yes, Sire."
Jora used his plasma cutter to sear a rectangular hole in the hull. Atmosphere blasted outward, almost sending Jora tumbling into space. A lone human in a black uniform silently drifted away into the darkness of space, his eyes wide open.

As the roar of atmosphere venting died down, I gave the order to descend into the human ship. I was the first time the Covenant would engage in an operation as stealthy as this.

"Engage magnets"

Our boots jolted, and then were locked onto the ground. I looked around my surroundings. Six of my fellow warriors stood with me, black armor glinting on the polished white hallway of this ship. I attempted to make out the human scrawl on the walls.

ONI SHOT IN THE DARK
ENGINE DECK
LEVEL APLPHA

"We are near our first objective. Fhel, take Soja, Oro, Non, and Re and disable the engine. The rest of you shall accompany me to the bridge. We will strip this craft of any Navigational data and then abandon it after we overload the slips-pace drive."

The task force of three Elites remained where they were, and I led my three men further up the hallway. I placed my hand on the door, ready to breach it, and begin my mission.
Setting the small charge, got into entry position as it began to count down. Seconds later, a bright light engulfed the room, and the door was blown apart.

I readied my weapon, and made my way in. There was no need; they were killed by the decompression. We made our way forward to the next sealed door, and prepared to breach.
Before we could however, I was blown back with my men. My shields flared, and were at fourteen percent strength. Through the dust and rubble, gunfire erupted. My second in command, Char, had purple blood streaming from him in vacuum and evaporating. His suit was compromised.
I came down to the deck, and brought my plasma rifle to bear. The humans were donned in armor I had never seen, pure black, and with a red lights eliminating from their helmets, presumably their optics. I returned fire, sending plasma bolts towards my attackers. I saw two of them struck, and blow apart their necks into a fiery ash. The third attempted retreat.
One of my men sent a shot that hit him in the back of his helmet, and his body went limp.
We sprinted forward, and opened the door at the end of the hallway.

The room in which we entered was coated in human weaponry. And a few Covenant weapons, also.

"Heresy," muttered Xatar, piously.

The door hissed open, and more humans opened fire. Xatar and I sought cover immediately.
One of them barked an order, and one threw a grenade. The room was splattered with a yellow substance, coating itself all over my harness and preventing use of our active camouflage.
"They seem determined to see their assailants." Commented Xatar

I opened fire, as did Xatar. The humans reacted quickly, firing their weapons. A few rounds deflected from my shields, hitting the walls.

"Frag 'em!"

I knew little of the human dialect, but enough to know they intended to blow apart this entire room.

Motioning for my men to retreat to the last room, I grabbed Xatar, and rolled while engaging my armor lockdown. My shields glowed with a red flair, and so did Xatar.
Thunder shook the room, and the stored explosives set off around us. My armor lock failed at the final second, and my shields popped. I looked at Xatar. He knew what to do. We slumped over, and feigned death. The humans emerged from the dust, and raised their weapons.
"The rest fled, follow them and make sure the dead are-"
Before their leader could finish the order, I leaped into the air and ignited my energy sword, decapitating two of them from the waist up. Their legs fell over clumsily as Xatar finished off the last one with a shot to the head.

"Outstanding, Xatar."

My red energy sword filled the now silent room with a hellish glow, illuminating ghostly dust particles as they drifted lazily in the air.

"We must make the final push to the bridge, before more arrive." I called to my men.
Xatar looked around.

"Reva, how many humans do you think are on board this ship?"

"Most have left to retrieve our ship, most likely. However, the security forces on this ship seem thin. By now they would have multiple kill-teams in pursuit of us."

"I see. We should be close to the bridge to warrant such security"

I looked through the door where the humans entered, and saw a large atrium.
"Indeed, let us continue onward."

We progressed through the empty halls of the ship, and the lack of humans was unsettling. What type of humans utilized this strange craft?

This section of this ship had human plants in the center, large with tapering leaves. We traversed a glass bridge across the top of the room, which was cavernous.
The arrows leading us to the front of the ship ended, and a door marked with human writing this had to be the bridge.

I leaned against the wall across from the door, and motioned Xatar to breach.

He nodded, placing a plasma charge directly on it. He sought cover, and the door was turned into thousands of metal shards.

As the smoke cleared, we raised our weapons.

Speaking through the translator, I stated.

"Regale, humans, your redobut has past, and we set upon you readying absolution"

A man with grey hair turned and faced us, his crew turned their heads uneasily.

"Whatever your hallow words are to mean, it matters not, two teams of ONI Special Forces are taking that Covenant ship as we speak, and even should you slay us, we will retrieve that vessel and use it to eliminate whatever advantage you may have on us technologically. And I'm afraid that means fighting us in space is going to get a lot harder for you Covenant uglies."
"Your words are the hallow ones. That ship is nothing to us, but your teams, it shall be there coffer."

"What the hell do you mea-"

With a blinding flash, the corvette, visible from the observation deck floating in the distance instantly evaporated, sending boiling bits of metal and burning vapor into space as the Anti-matter bomb placed aboard detonated.
The human captain panicked.

"This is Captain Frederick Jabloski of the UNSC Shot In The Dark; we have Covenant boarders and are enacting the Cole Protocol and destroying our navigational data, and requesting immediate UNSC reinforcement ASAP!"

"I'm afraid I shall not let that happen."

We ignited our weapons and swords, and cut a swath of fury through the bridge. Terminals sparked and shattered as our shots impacted them, the bridge crew attempted to escape but where torn apart by our blades. All that stood was the Captain, who stood unnerved.

"What do you want."

I lifted him by his frail neck with my gauntlet.

"Only for those who turn away from the covenants light, to burn int."
I threw him onto the ground.

"We are taking the data from this ship, and using it to track down each one of your worlds and burn them."

He looked at me, my foot was placed firmly onto his chest.

"I'm afraid my AI is fragmenting every useful scrap on information aboard this ship and killing himself. Sorry, big guy."

  • 06.28.2010 3:57 PM PDT

Posted by: cB4d93
Posted by: Silent Eli
you are a good translator
Idiot can be a hard language to learn, but once you get it down, everything becomes so clear! The whole world will make sense to you.

I slammed my fist into the main console.

"I know where you keep your secrets, and I shall take them from your grave."

I brought my energy swords, and made a swift horizontal slash, severing this head. I checked the back of his head, and surely enough there was his neural uplink.
I looked out the window, and looked at Xatar, who was sweeping the bridge for anything useful.

"Check with the second team, tell them we are leaving."

I clutched the head in my hand and exited the bridge. Xatar continued with me.

"They have completed their mission."

"Excellent, those with tech-interfaces begin scavenging this ships databanks for anything useful"

I began an extraction request.

"Unfettered Glory, our mission is complete. This ship is ours."

The shipmaster acknowledged, and he replied.

"Entering slipspace, we shall arrive momentarily."
Soon, we backtracked through the ship, and ended up at the breach in the hull. The rest of my team was awaiting.

"Where is Char?" asked Fhel.

"He has perished. This ship shall be his pyre. Assemble to leave the ship, Warriors. Disengage magnets."

We drifted through the entry hole and drifted off into space.

"Stay near the ship. Do not venture off into the vacuum."

A rupture tore the silence of space, and what exited shocked us. Two human frigates. We could not see them, but our scanners could. They immediately turned to face the human vessel we claimed.

I tightened my grip on the Captain's head.

"Steel yourselves, warriors!"

Autocannons pelted the ship as the Human frigates engaged.
"Remain still, and they shall mistake us for corpses. Increase armor coolant, and disable shields!"

My warriors froze as if time had stopped, if only. Thunder tore across space as the Frigates fired their mass drivers, shattering the ship in a great ball of flames. Remains of the ship flew past us at an alarming speed

"Unfettered Glory, we are in great need!"

"Inbound. Thirty seconds until arrival."

"Prepare to engage, two human vessels have entered our mission area. They have destroyed the craft before we could, however, we managed to retrieve a pieces of the humans databanks."

"Confirmed. We will charge our lances upon arrival. Hold your positions."

"We are drifting, Shipmaster. Away from the wreckage of the human ship and-"

Before I could finish my transmission a blue flash obscure my vision and the unmistakable form of a Covenant Destroyer materialized.

A glorious swath of destruction was unleashed, blue contrails of plasma torpedoes arced like great bolts of lightning into the blackness of space. One of the frigates was struck, we could make out an explosion even from our great distance away
The second frigate attempted to turn, heading toward us, but met a volley of pulse lasers.

Cyan blades of energy targeted the engines and bridge of the ship, stopping it in its tracks. The destroyer loomed overhead for a few brief seconds, and an orange flash gave way to a glassing beam that struck the crippled frigate.
It combusted into vapor and flames immediately, and the still solid pieces of the ship glowed red hot and bubbled as they scattered away from the epicenter of the blast.

"Well done, Shipmaster. Send a Phantom to retrieve us. I shall place a beacon in a moment."

I relaxed for the first time in hours. Our mission was complete. I looked upon the severed head that would engineer the human's undisputed demise in the outer colonies. It took among the best the Covenant had to complete this task.

And I am the instrument of the Gods.

The scalpel, that weeds out the darkness.




  • 06.28.2010 4:01 PM PDT

I expect more from you. Keep up the good work.

  • 06.29.2010 8:54 AM PDT

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Absolutely brilliant.

And before someone says anything about them, few minor spelling errors happen to everyone. This is awesome.

  • 06.29.2010 1:53 PM PDT

Posted by: cB4d93
Posted by: Silent Eli
you are a good translator
Idiot can be a hard language to learn, but once you get it down, everything becomes so clear! The whole world will make sense to you.

Posted by: DataBase90
Absolutely brilliant.

And before someone says anything about them, few minor spelling errors happen to everyone. This is awesome.


Thank you. I appreciate that people here take the time to read this :D

And If you guys find an error here or there, feel free to let me know and I'll fix it. The next part should be up later tomorrow.

  • 06.29.2010 7:21 PM PDT

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When will you update this?

Also...
Posted by: AssaultCommand
You are almost as epic a person as Wolverfrog.
Stop comparing people guys, if you want to compliment people, compliment THEM, not others!

  • 07.01.2010 1:02 PM PDT

Posted by: cB4d93
Posted by: Silent Eli
you are a good translator
Idiot can be a hard language to learn, but once you get it down, everything becomes so clear! The whole world will make sense to you.

I've begun work on the next installment, so hang tight. I appreciate the...enthusiasm? I'm going to finish typing it on the car ride to my shore house so it should be up later tonight.

  • 07.01.2010 2:21 PM PDT

Posted by: cB4d93
Posted by: Silent Eli
you are a good translator
Idiot can be a hard language to learn, but once you get it down, everything becomes so clear! The whole world will make sense to you.

UNSC JOINT OPERATION
ATHENS, ARCHERON CLUSTER
DECEMBER 6th, 2551
UNSCDF OUTPOST, ALIEN STRUCTURE (SUPERCORD)


The occasional rumble of Pelican Dropships ferrying troops and supplies broke the monotony of waiting for orders.

It was essentially a massive orgy of every branch of the UNSC, and Lance Corporal Dan Romanalli was not a fan of it. He was a marine to the bone, and these Army clowns running all over the place was really beginning to irk him. Along with the civvies.
Those goddamn civilians.

Part of Dan wished that the needy bastards were wasted with the rest of this planet, some outer colony called Athens. It was expected that everyone here was going to die, but the douche bag Navy Admiral who abandoned ship decided he was going to be in charge of a ground operation, and recalled all UNSC forces to this alien structure.

Every day it's something new. The refugees riot, complaining that they don't have enough to eat, while we bust our asses ambushing the Covenant in a God-forsaken Jungle that's 115 degrees.

"This is Colonel Thomas, all Combat personnel in range of this transmission report to the civilian quarters, STAT."

Dan gazed into the campfire they made earlier. Dan looked over to the other three guys in my fireteam. UNSC Marines that have been with him for as long as he can remember killing Covenant uglies. It stops getting unique and gratifying after a while. Private James Michener, a young kid, parents died on Harvest. Sergeant Abington has seen more horror than everyone in the room combined, thought Dan. He's survived Arcadia, Biko, and Sigma Octanus.

And last was Private Ericson, who was a scrawny son of a -blam!- who got transferred to the squad after Gregory was KIA by Elites. Dan and the rest of his squad were extremely hostile towards him, he tried his best but no matter how well he did, he was no Corporal Alasdair Gregory.
Dan wiped the soot from the flames off of his fatigues and locked his shin guards into place.

"Sarge, we going to need armor you reckon?" asked Romanalli.
"Ditch it corporal, the Colonel wants us there fast. Heads up."

Abington tossed a loaded MA5B rifle, and Dan caught it clumsily. He shoved extra magazines into his pockets and followed his fireteam in a hasty jog as the navigated the cavernous tunnels of the Supercord.

They arrived at the civilian quarters, where echoes of chaos ricocheted from the walls. Hundreds of civilians were making an aggressive push towards a UNSC blockade. An Army Ranger on top of a Warthog held out a megaphone.

"Attention. Halt your aggressive action. You have 60 seconds to comply and restore order, or there will be consequences. The sound of glass shattering interrupted the soldier, the civilians were throwing rocks. There was no sign of them calming down.

"Don't make us have to do this"

The sergeant's voice was filled with dread.
The Ranger regained his composure, and picked up his DMR and affixed his bayonet to it. He picked up the megaphone and once again warned them.

"This is your final warning. Martial law will be enfor-"

A round pinged from the hood of the Warthog.

"Shots fired, shots fired!"

The Colonel gave the order.

"Open fire on the rioters. Show them we mean it."

Dan raised his weapon with his team, as did he team. He fired semi-automatic shots at the feet of the protestors. Dan saw a few of them drop, clutching their wounds.
Within seconds, as if a mighty breeze had scattered them, the protestors were fleeing the area, leaving the dead and wounded. The place reeked of gunpowder and blood.
Dan lowered his weapon.

"I knew those bastards were going to make it come to this. Why don't we make them useful and make them go jihad on the Covenant."
Abington sighed.

"It's our duty to protect humanity, as much as these civilians are a complete and utter pain in the ass, they do not understand that we're here to protect them, which is a massive burden on our efforts against the Covenant."
The now silent tunnels once again whispered with TACCOM chatter.

"Marine Fireteams Lima through Quebec, report for ambush preparations. Recon teams report more Brute kill-teams, backed with Banshee support."

"Ah hell, that's us."
Back to another day in the jungle.

  • 07.01.2010 10:21 PM PDT

Posted by: cB4d93
Posted by: Silent Eli
you are a good translator
Idiot can be a hard language to learn, but once you get it down, everything becomes so clear! The whole world will make sense to you.

"Persistent Doubt, this is groundbase. Watcher over Discord, you are cleared to connect at 3,000 units above groundbase, global parameters are 11221.34566.413452.25632.123528/134623, begin entry at indicated set"

The Persistent Doubt's week long voyage had come to an end, as scheduled, and now on course to enter into the atmosphere of the human colony in question. The planet's continents gleamed a haunting iridescent glow, long since transformed by orbital bombardment, leaving nothing but molten silicate. There was one small area on one of the southern continents that was spared bombardment, the Supercord, though one could hardly say that it was spared the wrath of the Covenant, else they be here.

From a view screen on the bridge, Reva'Siramee looked on to the planet with an eager grin; it had been long since his last planet-side engagement, and it was likely that he was not the only one amongst them yearning to breathe unfiltered air. The planet was growing increasingly closer, the exosphere was only several million units away.

"Lift shields to maximum on the lower hull, set braking thrusters to 80% where necessary." Shipmaster Noratee barked to the Associated Intelligence, and in turn everyone on the ship felt a small lunge forward, as the braking thrusters engaged. It was not long before they began to enter the planet's atmosphere, if the ship shaking was of any indication.

"Sire, we grow anxious." Xatar'Lekantrai stated briefly over the com.

"Understood" Siramee replied back, stepping down from the command platform, beginning his way to the rest of his troops.
Arriving, he found the bay a contrast between still quiet, and a din of movement. Various different drones, grunt servitors, and naval crew-members shuffled around, moving vehicles, weapons, and supply crates around into place for the bases resupply. In the midst of this, stood a legion of soldiers, deftly organized into neat uniform formation, all quiet and still, save for the occasional chatting of weary grunts, and their Sangheili superior kicking them.

Siramee found his men, twenty two strong, standing in the shade across from the others, heads bowed and eyes closed, save for Zanjai, who stood parallel to them; he was observing them. As Siramee approached, Zanjai remained still, before silently moving into place with the others right as Siramee neared. Siramee took his place in front of them. Soon, the ship came to a stop, and the gravity lift was erected between the ship and the base. Even as the as various equipment, troops and other goods were hastily brought down to the Keep below them, remained stoic and unmoving, almost lifelessly so. After hours had passed, and the final tanks of compressed methane were brought down, Siramee turned face, walking onto the grav lift. At once, his troops lifted up their heads, and followed suit. As everyone filed onto it, Siramee gestured with his left arm, and down they went.

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This is obviously the fleet-masters idea of punishment, thought Voramee whilst observing the landing, he's likely mocking me right now. It was not hard hard to see why, the number of soldiers brought was well short of the reinforcement he would need to expand further along the Supercord. They were mostly green too, fresh and inexperienced. To their credit, they did bring a great deal of additional Banshee's and Wraith mortar platforms and their accompanying fuel; fire support was in constant demand, however their use came with the utmost care not to damage any Forerunner structure, something these humans regarded with unwavering heretical disrespect.
Voramee saw the small army of Covenant inventoried and categorized by a Field Marshal on the ground. At least they had a competent ground officer after the last one perished in a human strike. Voramee found more and more that his species sense of honor often got them killed. Humans were fortunate to have a more lenient code of honor. But he knows they are adversaries worth fighting as equals, as much as he hated to admit it.
A column of Wrath Assault Carriages crept into the thick foliage. Their smooth forms knocking away trees, seen even from the holographic projection on the bridge. Maybe he was underestimating the fleet master; perhaps there was something larger at work here.
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  • 08.08.2010 3:02 PM PDT

Posted by: cB4d93
Posted by: Silent Eli
you are a good translator
Idiot can be a hard language to learn, but once you get it down, everything becomes so clear! The whole world will make sense to you.

Ripa and his Redeemers made contact with the dried dirt surface of the planet. They walked with a lofty sense of dignity, distinct from even the most pious Sangheili. The thundering of Banshees overhead kicked up clouds of dust. The glow of anti-gravity pods and soft blue lighting lit the entire cloud up. Ripa saw the Field Marshal, and brought his squad towards him.
He was conversing with the previous commander of the forces on this planet, a Sangheili General clad in gold armor. The Field Marshal's silk cape blew to the right as a Phantom departed near him. His crimson, ornamental armor made it obvious he was an important member of the Covenant. He stood an imposing 10 feet tall, massive by even Sangheili standards.
"Ah, Reva 'Siramee."
The Marshal's deep voice acknowledged his presence. Ripa saluted, and his squad followed his lead, bowing to a knee and placing their fists to their chests.
"This general has informed me that they have been making little progress. The humans defile the Supercord, and we have not been able to enter it. This is where you shall come into play. Infiltrate the Supercord and strike at the Humans. I shall finish my briefing, then take command of this operation. Proceed to the quartermaster located in the barracks of the keep. He will provide you information on the structure and equipment to help you."
Ripa nodded, and gestured his team to follow him. They traversed the busy staging area until they arrived at the base erected at the site. The entered the barracks, where the quartermaster resided. He looked up, his mandibles clicking curiously.
A Sangheili Minor bumped into Reva, startled.
"Quartermaster!"
"I see, Baromee, return to your duties."
"Yes, sire!"
The Quartermaster stood up from his hunched position over a holographic projector.
"You must be the Special Operations team that Voramee spoke of. You are different from what I expected; I thought not we should receive warriors of your caliber."
Reva cared not for his petty compliments.
"Show me what we are dealing with."
"Very well."
He clicked panels on the projector, and the hologram zoomed in on an entrance.
"Here is where I have determined the best possible entrance would be. We have reports of humans exiting the structure from here, and you will be inserted into the forest around it, and wait for it to open. I recommend evading the humans that exit the structure to maxim-"
"They shall die."
"-erm, however you determine. But keep in mind that the door is on a limited timer, and will close in what we estimate to be thirty standard seconds."
"Understood, and our armaments?"
"To your left, sire. We have most standard issue Weapons. Plasma Rifles, Carbines, Needle Rifles, and even Plasma Repeaters."
Reva grinned. He has not had the pleasure of killing humans for quite some time. He nodded to his men.
"Take your pick, Redeemers. We know not what to expect in there, so take whatever we may need."
Twenty-two Redeemers descended on the stockpile like ravenous beasts. Most of the warriors picked up plasma repeaters, a superior model of the standard plasma rifle. A few chose to carry two plasma rifles, excellent for close quarters. They all carried their modified energy swords for melee engagements.
Reva picked a Repeater from the rack. He inspected it, and activated it. It charged with a whine as the core rotated, arcing electricity to the gun. He powered it down and attached it to his back.
Zanjai, their marksman toted a Beam Rifle and Plasma Pistol. Gzalmi, the team's demolition specialist had picked up a Fuel Rod Cannon.
Xatar loaded a needle package into his Needle Rifle, and he brought a smaller Needler that he strapped to his thigh. They shared ammunition, so he would not need to cumber himself with plasma batteries and other devices.
After observing his men's decisions, he led them out of the barracks and into the staging area, where pair of Phantoms was waiting. Their insectoid buzzing was always obnoxious to Reva, but it also had this undeniable intimidation factor about them. He stepped aboard and looked to the two pilots.
"Engage active camouflage when we near the site, we must have a stealthy advance."
"Of course. If you require any further assistance or an early extraction, we shall be on station."
Reva took position in front of the cockpit and faced the interior of the phantom, where his men took position in two rows looking upon each other.
"Very well, pilots. Take us to the site."
Reva looked upon the men is his Phantom. He knew they were all waiting for this. He wanted to stir them up more.
"When we joined the Covenant we took an Oath."
His men snapped to attention and recited the tradition Writ of Honor.
"Glory to our stations! All without exception!"
"On the blood of our fathers! O the blood of sons! We swore to uphold the Covenant!"
"Even to our dying breath!"
"And continue our march to glorious salvation!"

  • 08.08.2010 3:08 PM PDT

Posted by: cB4d93
Posted by: Silent Eli
you are a good translator
Idiot can be a hard language to learn, but once you get it down, everything becomes so clear! The whole world will make sense to you.

Lance Corporal Romanalli sat with his squad, fermenting in the brutal humidity of the forest. The chatter of crickets was all that was heard, for now at least. Dan began to yawn, and the Sarge shot him a look.

"Eyes up Romanalli, we still got a job to do."

Romanalli sighed, and shifted in his position. "There hasn't been any Covenant for hours, and I don't think there will be for a while. I mean, this is the most remote patch of trees and bushes on this godda-"

A dead Army Marksman fell from a tree, hitting the ground with a thud. His DMR still hung from a branch by its sling.

"Jesus Christ!"

At that instant, the jungle exploded with gunfire. Plasma bolts rained from spots in the treeline as Banshee fighters swooped from the sky. Romanalli lay as still as he could. He aimed his MA5B downrange and saw something that shocked him.

An Elite. It wore crimson, elaborate armor with ornamental horns and a silk cape. In its hand it held a Marine.

"I thought we were fighting Brutes Sarge? What the hell do you call that thing?!"

The Sergeant finished putting a magazine towards the rapidly advancing attackers.

"Well I don't know what to tell ya! Hold your ground and don't let up!"

The Elite Dan saw advanced, bullets pinging off of its overshield harmlessly as it slowly walked ahead, tossing aside Marines who attempted to get close to it.
A pair of Elite Minors joined by their leader's side, waving their plasma rifles back and forth waiting for a target. One of them saw Dan peering through the bushes, and he opened fire. Dan's rifle rumbled as ejected shells pinged across the ground. The alien was taken aback by the hail of gunfire, and it's shields collapsed under the stress. It's unprotected chest was torn apart by 7.62 rounds. It stumbled back and the Elite commander pushed him to the ground, continuing his advance. The other Elite broke off into the bushes to pursue other UNSC troops.

"Goddamnit shoot it Corporal!"

Dan finished reloading and opened fire; his rounds were soaked up by the Elite. It growled and sped up, heading directly towards his squad's position.

"Abington, he's not stopping!"

The Sergeant spat, and pulled a grenade from his belt. He removed the pin, held on to it for almost a second, and lobbed it towards the Elite. It landed next to the Elite, who was shocked, he spread his mandibles and rolled to the side as it detonated.

"I doubt it killed him, but it will buy us some time. On your feet, guys. We gotta get the -blam!- out of here."

Dan grabbed his rifle and looked back one last time. The unmistakable glow of Wraith mortars shone through the trees, screaming as the superheated clouds of plasma hit the forest floor. Shards of glass and molten rock shot into the air as every UNSC soldier in the forest got up and ran. Over 100 servicemen were on their feet and moving away from the inexorable Covenant war machine. Dan ran as fast as nature would allow him, his heart beating like an assault rifle bolt in his chest.
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  • 08.15.2010 10:02 AM PDT