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Revolt of Repent
Posted By: Arbiter<swiftstick31@yahoo.com>
Date: 4 October 2005, 2:48 pm
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-This is the second story of the Unity of Repent series, you will not understand the plot unless you read Unity of Repent Enjoy Matt and Brandon-
Revolt of Repent
Sky L
NHS PROOF
Fate or Consumption?
The Elite dominator of the valorous Unity of Repent, kneeled in concentration. The Elite's appearance was sound with might. 'Rahanammee was built for combat, as every Elite was born to do.
Ralis 'Rahanammee tasted the wet snow on his jaw, he jutted his mouth and growled in remorse. 'Rahanammee reflected the past, he was the admirable leader of a coveted Unity secondary to the Prophet of Regret, he questioned himself, why did it have to be like this?
The Prophet of Regret, their loyal councilor and leader formed the Unity in his palm and raised them since they were infants. 'Rahanammee remembered playing in the Prophet's personal grove in their holy city of High Charity. Why did the Prophet ask them of this?
'Rahanammee jutted his mandibles to a smirk, a painful smirk of the past times. The Elite will lose his squad, his life, and his brothers. He rose into a stand, and revealed a silver tube from his cincture, it had small arrays of mauve that altered color to orange and it had the inscriptions: ◄▲►◄▼►▼►◄►◄▲ across the arrays. These symbols were uncanny to messages, words with particular importance embedded into a orange alloy but 'Rahanammee evidently read, "Unto our grail into beyond."
The symbols rang through his ears; this was a message from the Prophet of Regret. 'Rahanammee slid the message of its Holt and threw it in the snow. He watched in anguish and passion as the orange message smoked in the frozen air. With a final sputter of smoke it was dissipated into the draft.
'Rahanammee held the elutriated portal 'breaker' and immured it into a slot through the translucent terminal. The portal tiers lit into a white, and the breaker aggregated the door to the Covenant.
'Rahanammee sighed breathing cold air that daubed the breeze with frosty air. He removed the breaker and from the translucent terminal a colorful crank appeared.
This was it. The very moment all the Covenant would dread if they were given the task. 'Rahanammee paced, thinking. The Elite followed his tracks in the snow, stopped and breathed the cool air.
The Elite concluded his fear, there was none. He drained himself of all concern and walked to the crank, he pulled it and he realized with a effort that it was heavy, he fulfilled the actuality that it was the things that were behind the door that prevented his might.
As the door activated he flicked his camouflage on and kindled his Energy Sword into a sheltering position. The Elite knew the Flood could not see him but that would not stop them from overpowering his shields to see him… That he feared.
As the door heightened from the sockets of the snow, he saw a wave of copious Infection Forms. They scanned over his position and overcame the grotto. 'Rahanammee was surprised his shields did not falter, while a couple of Infections skimmed his shoulder but did not sense him.
'Rahanammee followed he knew there was no way out but through that grotto, he entreated to send a couple of Banshees before the task but shrugged in a aghast form. 'Rahanammee was astonished he made the wave of Flood. Maybe fate had a higher purpose for him…
'Rahanammee distended his mouth and fought back his Elite urge of chasing after them and popping their bulbous bodies with the end of his sword. He trudged with gratitude and watched his detector enamel red from behind him.
From the Flood confinement more emerged even expanding than the menacing wave before, their bubbly bodies were fleshy and afflicted and they scanned the snow with corpulent tentacles.
One Infection brushed his side and it popped, his shields sparked, and his side ached with blood. Another Infection clasped his leg, and felt it sucking his energy. He quickly with sharp reflexes gashed the Infection and it burst into insides. His gray and white armor flashed from discernible to invisible but the Flood had no difficulty suckling on the Elite.
'Rahanammee grasped his hilt and placed the energy tip into the wave, a few popped with a tegument of the parasite. He spared the sword within a swell of the Infection and more cracked with innards scuffing his armor. His mantles were sore from an Infection tearing a plate from his back shielding.
'Rahanammee pushed himself forward into the grotto, he flicked his replenished camouflage but it gave a dim wink of imperceptible and stopped. His camouflage was gone. Through the grotto he emerged, he watched the Sentinel Wall penetrate the Flood in the middle chasm of snow.
The Flood was numerous now it was positively brine of the Parasite. 'Rahanammee saw a rostrum and he distinctly saw three heaps of shadow on the platform…
As he approached he saw that they were Elites, in confounded horror he rushed to the bodies of his kin. Lying dead were the rest of his Unity of Repent, 'Cemmemmee, 'Haroammee, and 'Unnummee their bodies mangled with holes.
'Rahanammee felt numb with mental pain, who could do this?
There were scorching marks-he resolved this was not the Parasite that did this. He examined closer, he noticed the rip in the flesh, this was made from a projectile weapon something that exploded on contact due to the profuse blood seeping from a hole in 'Cemmemmee's corpse.
The Elite's extraordinary tracking skills explained the impossible…This projectile weapon was a Brute Shot…
He kneeled and held his brothers in his arms, and screamed bereavement and sorrow.
He continued screaming but held his fist to his chest.
"The Brutes shall die in my repent, end to the Brutes!"
Across the gulf of the chasm a Phantom spins with eternal thrust. No smoke was ensuing the dropship it just spun with any flash of what caused it.
'Rahanammee gave a cry and propelled himself across a snowy bridge and made his way to the Phantom. He watched it twirl and collided forming a mound of ice.
The Elite gave a flicker and showed his Energy Sword, from the drop shaft a eerie blue glutted the snow. He approached it without caution, charging in. As he looked inside the shaft he heard a commotion stirring within the Phantom.
He waited and saw with a startle two Infection forms scurry from the shaft, 'Rahanammee razed the two and continued looking at the blue shaft.
'Rahanammee watched two Brutes emerge from the craft, Brute Shots risen. Startled with fury and blinded by lament he slashed his sword across the Brutes chest. He felt the tip gash into the Brute and he was covered with blood from the white-hot tip.
The Brute dropped and the other was astounded by the Elite's quick slit. 'Rahanammee protruded his mandibles and watched the Brute roar in agony as the Elite slaughtered the Brute in the head. He felt the blood pulse to a stop and he cleaved his arms into hail.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" 'Rahanammee screamed in victory. His repent was filled by a pride that he could not contend with.
The Phantom gave a declining totter and toppled back on its side. 'Rahanammee realized what he had to do. He needed to reach more Brutes. He gave a quiver of dismay; the thought of him starting a civil war within the Covenant gave him a rickety feeling.
The Elite clambered in the Phantom; he hacked a cough as he walked into an altered atmosphere. The air was a thick greenish; the spores of the Flood could have suffocated the Brutes causing the crash.
'Rahanammee tapped the opaque terminal, and he looked through the view screen to see the Flood now endless waves scuttle to the Phantom.
Quickly he held the controls and brought the Phantom into the air. Through a transit he flew the snow whipped past the damaged Phantom.
The Elite was one with war; he had no one to fight with but the ravaged corruption of himself. Civil bloodshed was nigh and he sensed its rise.
Silent Atone
The Phantom hummed past a structure, as icy rain cut the smashed nose. The structure was covered by gorges and the Covenant placed caches all over the territory.
He looked over the caches and saw Elites and Grunts emerge from Covenant awnings, he ignored them this Repent did not concern them. The Phantom hovered past chasms, 'Rahanammee brought the Phantom into a frigid cloud.
Then his communications array gave a distant grumble of a voice and 'Rahanammee did his best not to tell the Brute he was bound to kill his kind.
"Where is your vector destined, Elite?" The Brute growled softly.
'Rahanammee gave a silent snarl, and directed his plundered Phantom. "To your Encampment…Brute"
"Unthinkable…You are restricted" The Brute argued.
'Rahanammee flicked the transference off before the Brute got a chance to agitate him even more. The Elite traced the Brute to a Forerunner fabrication outside the gorge.
The Elite brought the Phantom down to the gorge and saw a bridge connected to the fabrication. Brutes were patrolling the awnings where stationed Phantoms and other vehicles were parked outside.
'Rahanammee landed on the outskirts of the fabrication he had no intention of drawing attention. He detached himself from the terminal and walked to a small machine on the wall.
He leaned in on the machine and connected thin cordage into his shoulder plate. He punched the button on the terminal and felt energy slick into his body.
'Rahanammee disconnected the cord and activated his camouflage. It sparked at first then completely shaded the Elite into the purple of the Phantom.
He deactivated it and took a deep rumble and jumped out of the Phantom's shaft. 'Rahanammee landed and ignited his sword, invisible he made his way through a trench.
He felt armored with his Repent, he knew what he was doing was wrong but the Brutes will pay for the blood they have spilt.
The trench closed behind him, the Brute Encampment surrounded a gigantic pool basin dwelled into the Forerunner metal.
The Brutes growled at each other, some were brandishing weapons and others pushed Jackals around the awnings. 'Rahanammee approached a Brute with silence.
They had no idea he was here which is how he fought…Stealthily with Repent…
He made the first move-he grabbed the Brute by the head and decapitated the beast with the tip of his sword. The Brutes around him snapped at the covert kill.
They looked around glancing at each other and roaring orders. "Humans? Here? Shield us, Jackals!"
The Jackals hissed and lighted their shields. They formed a protective perimeter around the Brutes. 'Rahanammee had no grudge against the Jackals…yet. They had not gotten in his way.
The Elite pushed one Jackal out of the way; it hissed at him and shot plasma bolts at him. The plasma splashed off his torso but his shields glowed revealing the Elite.
The Brutes and Jackals were taken aback, the Jackals backed up but the Brutes stood their ground. 'Rahanammee quickly gashed a Brute. And they retaliated; the Brutes fired slings of plasma at him.
'Rahanammee quickly flitted a plasma grenade into the wave of Brutes. The grenade exploded and sent the Jackals and Brutes flying, one Brute managed to sustain the blow, his back was tore in a mangled black of fur, mutilated by the Elite's grenade.
He kneeled on all fours and let out a boisterous roar and berserked toward him. 'Rahanammee roared back and braced for the blow. He held the tackle and used his might to push the Brute back, he crashed into the basin and 'Rahanammee tossed his hilt away and grappled the Brute in the tarn.
The Elite pummeled him into a pulpy torrent of fur and blood. He then grabbed the Brute by the ruff of his mane and punched him in the jaw. The Brute sank to the bottom. Dead.
'Rahanammee swam to the corner and pushed himself out of the Forerunner basin. He picked up his hilt and raised his fist in the glorious Repent. The Elite scanned the area; the Jackals lay with their mouths parted. 'Rahanammee no longer cared for the Covenant he marked his camouflage and trudged over a Brute with feral instinct.
The Elite walked through a hallway running into the hallway blending with the sparkling mesh of Forerunner borts. He heard a pair of gruff voices making their way toward him. 'Rahanammee backed into a corner and seen the Brutes patrolling the entrance tunnel. He neared them and heard the astonishing conversation.
"We are the guardians, brother. I predicted the incompetent Elites to fail…"
"The Prophet of Regret was lost to the Elites, this is no longer a primacy in our Covenant, we are the reigning escorts!"
The camouflaged Elite gasped, he was surprised to feel not guilty or angered but lightened, relieved of this. He was appalled with himself yet he felt modest with tranquility. He leaned in for more details, reminded of his anger of the Brutes. The fathom of Repent sank into his chest and he surprisingly waited for more from the two traitors…
"The insurrection and tension between the Elites is crucial they will not take kindly to this exchange, despite our gain of Honor Guard" The Brute said, answering the other in scorning manner.
'Rahanammee felt the fire surge through his temper. On the blood of his father's, his forefather's, and his brother's he never felt more betrayed in all his life. The Brutes replacing the Elites as the Prophet's protectors was startling. He sensed war was now near and it would not be his uprising but his brother's…
With a rage quite unlike his own he deactivated his camouflage and briskly flashed his Energy Sword. He halted his attack and watched the Brutes for their move…
"An Elite…!?" The Brute growled.
The Elite for some odd reason felt he needed to infer his Repent and anger.
"You…Killed my brothers…" The Elite brought the sword to his level. "And for that you must die!"
He instantly sliced down a Brute and felt a shard from a Needler pierce his torso… His shields resounded with a glow and he felt his boiling anger reach a prominent spitefulness… And he continued to lash at the remaining traitor…
The head of the Needler brandished by the Brute whacked him in the mandibles… He bit back his pain and swallowed warm blood. 'Rahanammee gashed the Brute and it died with a scream.
The Elite heard a swish and he utilized his camouflage just in time to see Jackals and Grunts come to the Brute's bodies.
The Jackal gave a shrill hiss at the Brute bodies and looked around, 'Rahanammee backed into the wall… He feared the Jackal saw his shimmering body, their eyesight well beyond theirs.
The Jackal charged his Plasma Pistol and discharged it at the Elite with a shock he dived and the Forerunner metal melted into a crisp white.
The Elite grabbed the Jackal by the forearm and erected it into the metal. It hissed as the shield dissembled the Elite from view.
The two Grunts were looking scared and shook with fear.
'Rahanammee revealed himself but the Grunts continued to shake.
"Grunts, no need for fear, my Repent is for the Brutes!"
Elite Rebellion, Halo
We meet at last…
'Rahanammee steered his Ghost to a ravine in a center chasm of a foggy spectacle. More Elites and Grunts on stolen Ghosts were bound for a misty peak where a Covenant Ship hovered…
He looked overhead and saw his once home… High Charity gleamed like a spiritual orb in the night…Fog licking the sky giving a sense of revolt inside the Elite. 'Rahanammee remembered his constant struggle with the Brutes inside the Forerunner structure… The Covenant Civil War emerging in the harmonious sovereignty… Him and a group of liberated Elites and Grunts took a fleet of vehicles and intercepted a Elite message from this vessel… A Heretic vessel… they referred it as. The message repeated in his transmission repeated over and over…
"This is the Heretic carrier, Marauder, we are surviving Councilors of High Charity, we have successfully managed to evade the Brutes but we fear they still have our brothers captive-" There was a stagnant pause and it went on. "We have recovered the Last Heretic, Gala 'Gammamee from the makeshift camp of Burial Mounds. We believe he can lead us into battle and rescue our brothers. We have acumen's that a great warrior of Heresy will escort us back into the light."
'Rahanammee thought of the Heresy menace, an Elite of Dissent would help them? That sounded distorted but spectacular…
"All enduring Elites make for the Marauder at these quadrants-" At these words the terminal woke with a blatant sketch of the Marauder located over the very peak they were directed for.
"Make for the ship and we will plan a retaliation with this rupturing of our Covenant!" The message ended and then repeated he ignored it as his liberation met the Marauder's gravlift.
To their utter surprise a battle of plasma issued in the glinting pink. Brutes and Elites embraced in combat and a snare of red plasma and blue plasma erupted in the strife.
Taking assumption of command, 'Rahanammee waved his hand and the Elites broke into the foggy trench where the gravlift was.
'Rahanammee blasted his twin cannons at a Brute and he cried in cessation. The Elite's passion surmised to coercion from the civil war. He actually felt the Brute's blood desist in his own palms. 'Rahanammee urged the control yokes forward and flattened a Brute into the rampart of the lift. As he rounded another Brute he jumped and tackled it to the ground surging his Energy Sword to ignition and driving it into the trunk of the beast.
The Elite grabbed a Plasma Pistol with his opposite hand and wielded the Sword. He charged a bolt and expelled it at a Brute and rooted his Sword into the sparks of his fur, it fell in a scream and the battle gave a victorious silence.
The Elites prevailed this battle but at a cost. 'Rahanammee tossed the Plasma Pistol away and ceded his Sword to its hilt. He looked over a ravaged heap of a Ghost and saw a Grunt body lying on his back. 'Rahanammee kneeled at the body and hailed this death to the Forerunners.
Although he never worked with Grunts he knew their stoat hearts were valorous when led by Elites.
"Extol their devotion, Lords" He said raising his arms to the dead Elites and Grunts. "Let them be admitted into your Divine Beyond!"
A moment of silence occurred and they raised their roars in praise as the shimmering gravity lifted them into the Marauder.
He felt a slash of floatation grab his limbs and drop him onto a wavy pool of the lift. The graphic green ripples splashed his feet and they stepped out of the pool with pride.
There were halls of Elites, Grunts, and Hunters that stopped to look at the Repent Leader he paused and nodded in a herd of his brothers. As he walked from the ramp and into the foyer, he saw a crimson Elite marked in symbols.
The Elite was shrouded in a veil like helmet covering his eyes. These were the Heretics that would bring justice to the universe…
The End
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