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Subject: [FF] To Ascend the Stars [prologue]

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Prologue
9th Age of Reclamation
location: Artifact-name: Glorious Reverance

Rtahn Falumee strode the halls of the revered and beloved artifact that he and his band of "heretics" protected so fervently thinking about how he had arrived at Glorious Reverance.

They had left the Covenant long ago when Rtahn overheard the oracle over the human planet "Harvest" tell the san shyuum (who were now the prophets of the Covenant) that the Humans were their Gods. This secret alone would have torn the Covenant apart and launched them into civil war. Knowing this, the prophets had everyone in the same room of the oracle executed.

Rtahn however, had been lucky enough to escape the wrath of the Prophets before they enacted the executions. He had escaped to his personal quarters and had called in his closest of friends; Itsan Makamee, Jarai Falumee -Rtahn's cousin-, Moro Vanazee, and Plono Monamee. Once they had gathered in his quarters he had told them of the treachery of the prophets.

Some were unconvinced, but Rtahn could not let them leave and speak to the prophets and warn them of his "heretical" teachings. So he sealed his door and spoke with them for many an hour until he convinced them fully that this was the truth.
Once they were fully convinced, and Rtahn made 100% sure they were, they decided they would have to make a plan.

Escaping the Forerunner dreadnaught was not an easy task for them. The security forces that that patrolled and watched the outgoing ships was tighter than any other security force in the Covenant armada save the security force on high charity.

The small group of unknown heretics decided they would have to wait until the time was right: when the dreadnaught rejoined itself with High Charity. Once this happened they would find a ship and take it to an artifact through slipspace.

The plan went off without a hitch, after they rejoined high charity they joined a carrier. The carrier had then passed through slipspace towards a human planet, whose name Rtahn did not know. Nor did he care. Once they reached the destination the heretics stole a Phantom and entered slipspace. Their destination was an artifact on the planet Glorious Reverance. Their goal was to protect the artifact, or any artifact that they could protect, from the Covenant. The Covenant would use the holy artifacts to destroy the humans, the reclaimers-thus the artifacts had to be protected.

Rtahn left his thoughts on the past. A wise man once said not to linger on the past but to focus on the present. That Sangheili was now dead, a plasma sword stabbed through his chest. Again Rtahn left his thoughts of his past and looked towards the present.

His friend Moro strode toward him. Rtahn folded his arms and inspected his friend. He wore a normal Sanghieli combat harness, but it was red, fit for that off a major. Underneath his combat harness Moro grinned.

"Rtahn, how do you fare brother?" He asked.

Rtahn bowed his head in contemplation. He clacked his mandibles together.

"I am well Moro. I am well," said Rtahn.

Moro looked at him uncertainly.

"I do not believe you. What troubles you brother?"

Rtahn looked at him with confidence.

"I was thinking of the day we learned of the facade the Covenant was putting on. It ruined our way of life, and now we life on this god forsaken artifact!" Rtahn exclaimed.

Moro folded his arms at the sudden outburst. "Rtahn, the gods have let us know the truth. There is no path. Now that we know, we are free from the falsities that bound us. Now that we are free we can save countless lives from Truth, Regret and Mercy. Without us so many shall die. But with us, many Sangheili shall be turned to the cause. We are heroes living on an artifact made by the Gods."

Rtahn looked around and nodded. " I suppose you are right Moro, I am sorry for my outbreak."

"You are-"

Moro had no time to finish his sentence as, the in the distance, the artifact rumbled from an explosion.

"Brethren! The Covenant has arrived at Glorious reverence. We have sealed the doors and prepared proximity explosives. We need you here at once!" said a worried Istan.

Moro and Rtahn looked at each other.

"Now is the time to prove our worth brother," Moro told Rtahn.

"Yes... yes we shall prove ourselves, even if it means death," Rtahn responded, then he spoke into his communications link. "Istan we shall be there. Hold the line brother!"

"By your command Rtahn!" said Istan who abruptly shut off his communications link.

Rtahn nodded at Moro. "To Istan's position," he said suddenly gaining courage.

"By your will brother," said Moro dipping his head.

The two of them ran towards Istan's position, Rtahn pulling out his Plasma rifle and Istan pulling out his needler rifle. They ran through corridors, ducking under obstacles, and passing through shield doors that stopped plasma, bullets, etc. They reached Istan's position in the room they dubbed "the council room." It was cliche, yes, but it was what they did in the council room, so it mattered not.

"Bretheren!" shouted Jarai Falumee as they entered.

"Cousin," said Rtahn, nodding his head.

He turned towards the others: Itsan Makumee, Plono Monamee, the two outcast Sangheili who had found them-Rtas Islee and Joro Voroemee. Not to mention the outcast Jiralhanae who they had nearly killed when he had stumbled upon them; his name was Joarus, the most barbaric, vicious, understanding Jiralhanae they had ever met.

The Jiralhanae met Rtahn with a huge grin. "Brother!" said Joarus, who had since been adopted into the heretical clan.

"Brother," said Rtahn putting a firm four-fingered-hand on Joarus' should. "How are you?"

"Fine brother, just hoping for some meat." Joarus grinned.

He was barbaric, Joarus, but he was a Jiralhanae and the others were Sangheili. They had been at war for countless ages and they were so different, too different. Nevertheless Joarus got along with them and vice versa.

"So," said Joro as he looked at Rtahn, "What are we to do?"

The others looked at him, their leader, as well. Rtahn thought to himself, What could they do? What were the numbers of the enemy? What sort of circumstances were they in? He voiced his questions.

"There were seven Spirit dropships. So their could be many troops assaulting the artifact brother," said Itsan.

"Did you not see them drops troops from the dropship?" Rtahn inquired. Istan shook his head.

"Nay, they began to attack the artifact when they arrived. It's as if they knew we were here,"Itsan remarked.

"Odd. The Covenant would not attempt to destroy an artifact. What is this blasphemy?" Rtahn asked rhetorically.

The others nodded having thought up the same question. Rtahn closed his eyes with the realization of what was going on.

"Ah, you are correct Itsan. They are here for us. They believe us heretics." He paused, then asked, "Brethren, what suggestions do you have?"

The Sangheili looked at each other, but only Joarus spoke out. "We fight Sangheili, and we kill them."

The Sangheili laughed and voiced their agreements.

"It is settled then. We shall destroy these Covenant."

  • 08.25.2011 7:54 PM PDT

The tide is turning, brothers! Let us take our kingdom back!

Another story, huh? Interesting.

  • 08.25.2011 11:03 PM PDT

"I will show you how a true Prussian officer fights!"

"And i will show you where the iron crosses grow..."

- "Cross of Iron"

This is the first time ive seen someone post a story like this. Very interesting take on the heretics i like it.

  • 08.26.2011 1:03 PM PDT

No u


Posted by: Raptorx7
This is the first time ive seen someone post a story like this. Very interesting take on the heretics i like it.


Well, I don't reckon a lot of people write about Heretics right?

  • 08.26.2011 1:18 PM PDT