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The Fall of the Covenant Empire: For him, I Weep
Posted By: gruntyking117<sgt_johnson117@yahoo.com>
Date: 20 September 2005, 1:04 am
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Bater's Call, 4500 Hours, Bridge.
The dark skinned Frederick Korma stood there. He appeared to be calm on the surface, but in reality he was scared shitless. He stood next to an eight foot tall monster. A split-jaw. A bastard who relentlessly destroyed his people, beliefs and properties. Hell, he probably liked it too. The Bridge of the Barter's Call was a tiny one. It allowed barely enough height for a Human, much less an Elite. The ship was of an Overian design. Which meant a very cramped working space. The Overians, Humamns who were amon the earilest of space settlers, originated from Japan. They made extemeley functional ships, used less resources and were very battle ready. It stood next to him in full height nonetheless.
"So, whaddya friends call ya, split-chin? " Korma had little regard for Covenant or their customs, but he had to get to know the people-and things-he was working with.
"You do not carry the honor to uphold my name, Human." The Elite spoke calmly, with little regard for Korma.
"That so? You can call me Fred Korma, split-chin." Korma was a veteran of this war, a Sergeant. "Sergeant, Korma, I may add." Th Elite shifted his gaze down toward Korma, as if he finally just acknowledged him.
"I have little care for your name. You have no honor. I am amazed I am even speaking your petty language." Korma's anger began to grow, and his voice sounded more gruff.
"Oh really? Why do you speak my language then?" The Elite looked up again, denoting Korma's presence.
"It is out of mercy, Human. Your language was very easy to pick up. If I were speaking in my own tounge I doubt you would even pick up parts of alphabet. I'd rather not speak your lithing tounge, so consider this an honor." Sweat began to bead on Korma's head. The deck was darkened, a loss of power on the ship's behalf. The ship was bedecked in oriental designs and was darker in natrual tone because of the red and black used to decorate the majority of the ship.
"Fine. I Don't give a shit. Where are we going?" The Elite closed his eyes for five seconds. Korma noticed thousands of scars on the armor and flesh of the Elite. It opened its eyes again.
"We were following a large convoy of Brutes. We followed them out here. Apparently, this ship has an uploaded file of their coordinates. They are more foolish than you are. At least you Humans use some impressive tactics. These Brutes follow everything to a point, and never look ahead during a battle." Korma smirked.
"Heh. Why the Hell are you hunting the Brutes anyway? I thought you guys were friends." The Elite's eyes sharpened, and then its eyes glared down to Korma.
"No. We were never more than allies. They stole our seat to power, and driven us out. We were at Earth when we saw a Brute ship exit Earth. I decided to follow." Korma blinked.
"I was on that ship, a POW. My friends popped up and we escaped. Gave em' Hell too. They found us again. That's where you showed up." The Elite stood there, turned around and walked out with a final comment.
"The Gods have smiled upon you. Rest, then gather your men. I estimate that you will enter Slipspace in two hours on this thing. Another ten hours until we reach where we are going." Korma let out a laugh.
"You didn't have to say the spefications of My ship."
The Elite walked past another cramped Human door. The passageways were narrow and a bad smell wafted everywhere. He hated Human vessels. He made it into a chamber. This ship had some admirable art, though. Another Elite, Grajju 'Toglamee sat there with a small council.
"Ah, Hazu 'Eilatoo. How was your conversation with the Human?" Hazu stood there and shifted a little bit.
"Impersonal, but educating nonetheless. It seems Humans love to butcher their own own language." Grajju blinked. He was missing an arm, thanks to a plasma grenade. His face was scarred and his eyes were of a lime color. His skin was more red than other Elite's, a trait which most envied.
"Yes. But what tacticla data did unearth from the Humans?"
"Oh yes. That. Here's what I found from our reports on their data-banks. A wealth of info. Profiles, weapon blueprints, tactical tricks. You name it, they were foolish enough to map to their computers. I admire some of their techniques, however. These have cost many troops. A favorite is the 'Keyes Loop'. Obviously a Hero of the Humans, this 'Keyes' was." Grajju looked on, seemingly impressed.
"Good work, Hazu. Go to your quaters." Hazu was only used for interpretations. He had great battle finnese, but he was looked down upon for costing them a mission. One he would never forget.
It was a planet called 'Kex'. A mostly desert world. Hazu was clad in bule armor. He was near the Human's datbase. All he had to do was retrieve the artifact the Humans were studying. A Sniper Rifle fired, Hazu stumbled, dodging the bullet. but the terminal was destroyed by the bullet. The artifact was unnatainable. It took weeks to remove the artifact from the Human's grasp. He was in very little battles after that. He wasn't shunned, however. His abilities were questioned forever though. He entered his quarters. His report would have to wait. The dark room and its red and gold calligerphy added more atmosphere than a normal Human vessel. He slept.
The Covenant Holy City, Ninth Age of Reclamation, 2300 Units, Hallways.
Nessu watched after his father, Fassu. Fassu was limping. It was obvious now. Fassu was weakened. Nessu watched his Father try to make it to the next door. A green haze started to loom over him as they moived lower.
"Father, let me take the lead. I don't want you hurt."
"Nessu, I-ah!" A pain shot throught Fassu's leg. He fell to the floor. Nessu dropped down to chack on his Father.
"Father! You need help." Fassu winced.
"No. Do not. Let's get to the docks. It's not far off now." Fassu forced himself up. He grasped a glimmering wet, purple wall. He used his other hand to get up and grabbed a Flood nest.
"Ugh." Fassu shook his hand and the grenn juices flew off. Fassu continued down the hall. An Ex-Elite caught them off guard, and lept down the slanted Hall. It came from behind. A Human yelled to warn them.
"Watch out!" They turned around, to see the form of it holding an Energy Sword. A Shotgun fired. The Ex-Elite blasted apart.
"You okay?" The Human yelled down towards them. The Elites notioned him forward. They began to run together. After a long run throughout the City, they made it to a wide open space. The docks.
"Nessu, the Parasites are following us." He used the jammer to lock the door behind them.
"Take my Energy Sword." Nessu looked on.
"No, Father come on, follow us." Fassu looked down.
"I cannot. I failed here. I will me meet my fate here. You will go, you have a whole life ahead of you...Go." Nessu grabbed onto Fassu's arm.
"Father, let's go!" Fassu slammed his elbow down on son's shoulder, and punched his son.
"Why did you do that?! I have to protect you, I'm your son!" Fassu panted and looked down.
"Never trust anyone, Nessu. Only your family is worth your trust. Look at us fools who blindy followed the Prophets. And it is my responsibility to protect you. Now go!" Fassu turned around. The soldier realized what they were bickering about now. She reached for Nessu. The Flood had most of the door dented, nearly broken.
"Go!" The Human tugged on Nessu's shoulder.
"Come on big guy." The Redhead said. Nessu picked himself up and ran towards the dock.
"No ships, we're dead." A Pelican just then flew in. As it passed, it revealed a group of Humans and Grunts, Elites, and a pair of Hunters.
"Here they are, let's go." Nessu looked back, he saw his Father one last time. The door burst open and the second latch closed, hiding his Father's fate.
Fassu sliced through a large group of combat forms, only to reveal a carrier form. Fassu backed up against the door. The carrier tripped, and exploded. Fassu was knocked over as hundreds of Infection forms crawled on top of him. The first penetrator enetered his system, and his fate was sealed.
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