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Vanguards of the Great Journey-Flying by Night
Posted By: Arbiter<swiftstick31@yahoo.com>
Date: 5 December 2005, 8:15 pm
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Vanguards of the Great Journey
Sky L
VII
Flying by Night
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Remembrance
"Die…"
The echoing whispers resounded through Bela 'Lehammee's ears as the Elite gathered his bearings. His vision blurred and his rib cage blistered from the past battle. All of his body felt a sear of pain.
The Arbiter looked around the Disciple cell where a thick sheet of wavy purple obstructed him from space and a pit of Disciple pillars. The cell was constructed of silvery steel, Forerunner that was spiked with Covenant blasting.
He was trapped…
'Lehammee reflected on what got him in this situation. The Elite scanned his memories but felt a stab of reverberating voices blast his mind, blocking the past entirely. Every time he tried to look back he heard nothing but a dire voice whispering in his ears.
He wondered what kind of new technology this inhibitor derived from Covenant or Forerunner?
Either way it was working…
The Elite ignored the constant pain in the back of his mind, the scraping ice he swallowed down from space, or the damage of the unknown entities humming in his ear. 'Lehammee watched in downfall as a meteorite whooshed by his cell.
He traced it to the port side of the Generator where it collided with a glow emitting from the side. The flapping cluster of barriers connecting the Generator embraced the collision as another meteorite crashed into the shielding.
The Arbiter then watched from the vastness of space where the meteor turned from lone bolts to a shower of sparks. From the many receptacles of the Generator much of them opened releasing massive slabs of hail.
'Lehammee then sought to remember the hail-his praised sword whizzing in the silent blackness at the hail where he met every spark with energy.
"Die…"
His memory darkened and the recollection annulled in the back of his mind…
'Lehammee watched the battle between the wonders of space and the Disciple's replicated weaponry, both clashing and mussing one another in a heat of intensity. The Disciple's defense then slipped, letting a hole through the zone of combat.
The meteorites rinsed toward him, blasting coats of debris through the way. The meteorites blighted to his cell and collided with the purple sheet.
The collision of the meteorites whacked the Arbiter off his feet, making him crash into the other sheet of energy. He bobbed his head back to see the damage.
The sheet of energy dissolved in a wisp of smoke and space froze inside the cell, causing 'Lehammee to cough while his gullet was scoured with ice.
He leaned out of the cell and crossed the debris, fluttering his strong arms to the new gravity. Feeling like he was swimming in an endless pool…
He noticed an empty place from all an abrupt halt, his Praised Energy Sword was dispatched from his sheath, and he felt…weak without it.
As he crossed to the blown Generator, the meteorites around him flashed defeat and the showers of hail dismissed in a sudden shred of smoldering fire…
While the Arbiter spanned the nothingness of space he grazed his mind and abolished the boundless pain that prevented his thoughts and all the whispers that were concealed something's…
* * *
"Bela, pay attention to be a gallant Elite you must first learn to outwit your opponent" 'Lehammee's father, Eleir brandished an Energy Stave at the ready.
"Yes, father" The young Elite replied, kindling his newly Praised Energy Sword to his chest.
Bela 'Lehammee was inside his suite quarter, where his mother, Elsa 'Lehammee and his brother and sister, Gela and Pria 'Lehammee were watching the father and son sparring.
"Sword up…and tighten your grip, young one" Eleir demanded, shuffling his feet to the energy mats under them.
Bela obliged and held his head up, parrying a blow from his father with both hands. He then turned to offensive stance but quickly altered the pitch when his father bent another charge on him.
"Good form and nice shift, but learn to keep your sword up" His father growled, intelligently, helping his son from the energy pads.
The Elite nodded and held his fists high to block a quick dart from the Councilor's stave. He stretched the hilt to his chest and transferred his weight from a defending block to an unforeseen evasion into his father.
His father toppled backward from the dodging, and nodded proud at his son's skills. "You see, Elsa there is use for that mark!"
His mother shook her head and waited for the Grunt Servants to refill her goblet. They then marked each other's evasions and carried on with the duel.
* * *
The Arbiter lost all indications of entrances inside the Generator. The Elite spanned his heightened abilities to the full extent, tracking the meteorite crashes all through the Disciple station, looking for a way in.
'Lehammee grimaced at an enormous strip, impacted by the showers. The strip embodied a purple barrier, the same that trimmed the entire Generator. The Arbiter then thrashed his weaponless arms at the lightsome force and floated down to the strip.
He drifted through the artificial atmosphere, tasting the coarse energy. He stretched his mandibles as he landed in the corridor. This one was different than the ones he ventured through. This was brightly lit with the Disciple's "pillars" which 'Lehammee avoided at all costs.
The Elite saw from the corner of his eye a sudden trace of movement. He then reacted to the shadow, welcoming the Disciple behind it.
"Die…"
The Arbiter screamed in agony. "Not this again, arrrggggghhhh!"
The shadow hinted a sparkle of the silver armor of the Disciples, which dove at the Arbiter.
'Lehammee ignored the pain withering inside his skull, but he was ready for the shadow. The Disciple revealed itself through the shading of the pillars and tackled the Arbiter.
The Arbiter as he was defenseless ran through the list of effective pins. He chose the one that first sounded deadly and acted it over his fists.
'Lehammee beat down on the Disciple's face with his hands, gouging it's mask with his fingers as it slowly drove it's strength against him. It flexed its strong hands into the Arbiter's back and pushed down.
The Elite threw air at the floor. His jaw hit a base of the hall and it started bleeding from the enduring force. He abandoned the whispering and the sudden pain and crossed his legs and jumped, landing gracefully on his feet.
He motioned his hands towards the Disciple as it snarled at him, menacingly. The Disciple threw itself on him, but he punched it in the face, obscuring it to the floor.
'Lehammee looked to the body of the unconscious monster and he looked to see something truly miraculous in the Disciple's holster…
The Arbiter picked up his Praised Energy Sword and flexed. It's magnificent tip protruding from the hilt to a majestic beam…
As the Elite stepped over the body he sliced at the ground with his sword, and screamed in thunderous reign. Victorious once again…
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