- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
The net that had been thrown on him seemed to be made out of energy and seemed to weigh more then five scorpian tanks. A shadow came over his face, and then a floating blob. It was the prophet of Truth, hovering slowly above John's head the creature "smiled". "So this is the Demon? The one that slayed thousands of our Bretheren? See how mighty the Fore runners are? In one simple move we have caught this so-called invincible Demon" Every subject of the Prophet roared in approval. John didn't see his life going much further.
Commander Miranda heaved Sergeant Johnson on to a chair which had been obviously designed for an Elite's back bone and not a Human's giving the Sergeant an uncomfortable time; he didn't complain though. He simply sat there waiting for her to go get something/someone to help with his wounds. Putting her black hair to the side she started running to where she'd seen the Arbitor last.
As she ran down the purple colored hall ways she noticed how all the Elites seeme to glare at her with hatred. Unfortunatly the other Elites, (excluding the Arbitor) hated the humans so much even after there was supposubly peace amongst them.
Miranda stepped up to a closed purple door and waited one second before it opened. The door whooshed aside and let Miranda pass through. She looked to see the Control room a complete buzz of activity. The arbitor stood in the front with his hands behind his back giving orders to crew members. She felt awed by the creatures authority and courage, the most amazing thing about the Arbitor was that he was not arrogent for a being in a position of power. Taking time to flatten her shirt and pants out. Only a few crinkles remained, thinking that it was good enough she took a step forward towards the Arbitor.
The Arbitor was thinking about how he'd ever manage to over thrown the Covenant; reminding himself that wondering at the present moment would do nothing he glanced about to see Commander Miranda Keyes standing next to him. He towered over her by two feet and forced her to look up to him; as ironic as it may of seemed. "What can i do for you, human?"
Miranda took the name "human" to offense and wished to bring it up. "I need someone who can give medical attention to Sergeant Johnson. And please, do not call me 'Human', my name is Miranda." She saw the usually never wavering Elites slightly waver at the complaint. He quickly stopped "wavering" and seemed to think it over.
"Very well, i shall not call you 'Human' but i wish to see the Respect to my fellow 'Sanghelli. You call me Arbitor, and you shall stop calling them 'Elites' and simply call them by their true name of 'Sanghelli." The Arbitor saw the Commander nod and was satisfied. "As for your friend... Sergeant Johnson i believe? He shall be treated to immediatly as best as we can. But unfortunatly it will not be well for we do not have many medical supplies and two he is the first human to be treated by us as a patient."
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Cortana "strained" to be able to activate her Duplication program that she'd gotten from the Covenant AI on board The Truth and Reconciliation. The problem was that the Gravemind was somehow pinning her virtual "body" down like a wrestler would do to his opponent. The other thing was, a wrestler can throw another wrestler off, but for her it was like fighting a ghost or spirit for the Grave Mind was not a registered being, AND was biological meaning that nothing could truly be done to him. Unless...
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John felt himself being dragged by some invisible power towards the enourmas window of the Space Ship. "Demon, look outside, do you seed that? That is your pathetic planet that you Call "Earth" as wretched of a name your foul race has given to it. Unfortunatly for us the location of the Arc is on your planet so we couldn't destroy it right away." The Prophet's eyes clouded with hate, "You shall be killed in the most extruciating way possible. We will keep you alive so you may deal with your pain. But first, i shall do the greatest torture to you first." The prophet waved his hand at a Brute. The Brute came up and kneeled before the Hovering Prophet. He nodded and walked away.
John was wondering what it could possibly be. He knew he could withstand all most all known types of torture. But was came was something that was unbearable. Somthing that would make a normal person Cry. It was his long lost friend, his brother in arms; James. He was even Alive. He could tell by his HUD that it was James. He quite literally for the first time in his life, Gasped.
"Amazing what one can find floating around in space. We found him shortly after your little heroics to protect the location of Earth. He was floating about one thousand units away. He was suffocating, he was "lucky" you might say that we picked him up. Of course we have no intention of keeping him alive. You know what to do." Three Engineers floated to James and stripped him of his armor. Then a giant Brute walked up bringing a burning red hot pole. Two Poles rose around James and then he was immediatly enchained by a energy chains. The hot pole was slapped at James's side and he yelled out in pain. And so the Torment of John began.
John saw the agony on James's face as he once again was pocked with a sizziling piece of metal onto his body. James's body was covered in red and black marks with some of his hair on his body on fire. John was deeply sadened at the poor state James was in. He had always been the one with the most determination of the Spartans. He wouldn't give up easily, what he lacked in skill was made up in hard work and patience. He was extremely beaten up when he'd been brought in and was in a weakened state with possibley bone injuries. John looked into his eyes and saw pain, but there was a tad of happiness.
James was glad that he was at least able to die near one of his fellow brothers. The prophet lifted his hand up to stop and the Brute stopped exactly in place holding the pole mear inches off of James's back. "I believe i've had enough amusement for this day... finish him." The prophet "yawned" and looked as the brute went behind James and pulled the pole backwards.
James's eyes were not wet, he actually smiled and then finally said a word for the first time in his captivity. "Go to Hell you bastards!" He chuckled and was punctured through the back by the gigantic pole. He gasped, coughed blood, and then die with his head hanging low. John simply sat there quietly watching the crimson red blood spread across the silver floor.
"Do not kill the Demon, he shall be killed after we get to the Ark." John was suprised by the Prophets orders just as everyone else was in the room. But who would dare disobey the Prophet especially after the recent rebellion. John was dragged across his friend's blood and into a holding pen with laser bars.
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Admiral Stanforth watched as the Silver ship began entering Earth's thermo-sphere as he tried to radio the Cheif. He'd gotten no reply from him and knew that there was no choice now. "Arm all archer pod missles on all our ships and make this mac gun shoot this thing. Have our ground defense fire the MEAD12 missles now. I want that thing now, and i wanted it down two minutes ago." The once quite deck turned into a behive of activity. The admiral hoped to god that the flying alien ship would die from the missles.
General Isan Mehower received orders from High-Com to launch the MEADs at the incoming mass, the problem was of course that they were extreamly low on the anti ship missles from the previous invasion. They had only 345 MEADs left on the African Continent. Which is a extremely small amount. Only a few other countries would be able to reach with their missles, a total of 1889 missles were on a direct course for the incoming craft. Not only that but the Admiral was launching over 1000 archer pod missles from space at the massive ship along with a super Mac shot and a regular Mac shot. His head hurt from all the numbers. is it really that hard to take out? The general knew that with this amount of fire power they could take out about eight Covenant capitol ships. He wondered if the Admiral was becoming Paranoid. Being a provisionist, Isan didn't want to spend this many rockets. "ETA for the MEAD12's is ten seconds. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 ," a screen was showing the view of a camera being directed at the silver ship.
"1..." There was a gigantic explosion, completely white and black, a crack was heard and the screen emit a loud pitch noise and then the sound went out. The camera panned out and showed a thousand more missle hit the ship along with two streaks of light. There was rumbling throughout the station and cups fell over and cracked. The explosion was massive, he was one thousand miles away and he still felt the shaking. Watching the screen for a minute, he took a sip of coffee and then the camera showed something uterly impossible. A ship totally unscathed. Obviously the Admiral saw this because two seconds later two more flashes of white hit the Ship making it glow and then nothing once again. It was impossibe.