Halo: Holy War

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
I'm a fan of the Halo games (yeah, nerd, I know). One day I decided to write a story, and this is what came out...It isn't done yet, I'll update it when it is. Also, the chapter indicators were messed up so i got rid of them. If any text is out of place, let me know!

Submitted: February 18, 2009

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"Get some fire on those sons of bitches!"
"Affirmative,"
The sound of the crackling machine gun mounted on the Warthog filled Sgt. Wilson’s ears. He was continuously shouting orders to the U.N.S.C. Marines under his command. The Covenant forces were plowing through the defensive lines, if the Humans lost this city, they would be forced into the hills. But the cavalry arrived: Among the last Spartan warriors, Spartan-317, and several Orbital Drop Shock Troopers (O.D.S.T.).
"Nice to see you, we need the support, Cpt.," yelled Sgt. Wilson above the noise.
"Sir, Wraiths are pushing on the lines, we can’t hold much longer!" said a Cpl., cutting off the Spartan.
"We’ll handle this," said the O.D.S.T. Commander as he and some of his troops ran off with the Cpl.
"So, Jake, what brings you here?" said the Sgt.
"Just call me Captain," said Cpt. Jake Hansten. "The Master Chief gave me direct orders to come and disable the Covenant-controlled radio towers, barracks, and launch-pads."
"Can my platoon be of service?"
"It depends."
Just then, a plasma mortar fell nearby. The Scorpions were being suppressed, support was completely cut-off. Banshees were diving in, shooting fuel-rod rockets at the dug-in troops. The Human artillery wasn’t as effective as anticipated. Even with the O.D.S.T. support, the Marines were unable to hold back the Wraiths. The Wraiths blew through the front lines as the Elites and Brutes charged the main fortress that the Marines were held up in. The Spartan pulled out two sub-machine guns and ran into the crowd of Covenant.
"Boy, he may be brave, but he’s also stupid," said the Sgt. to himself.
The Spartan’s sub-machine guns weren’t very powerful, but he wielded them like a professional. He came across an Elite Commander and a Brute Chieftain and managed to "stick" them with a plasma grenade. The explosion gathered the other Covenant forces to the area, where the Spartan took out his battle rifle and started to eliminate the enemies. He then picked up the dead Elite Commander’s Plasma Sword and slashed through the remaining Grunts and Jackals.
Meanwhile, aboard the Everlasting Truth, Commander Renon Nemay of the Covenant 2nd Special Operations Battalion spoke with one of the ground Sergeants.
"I do not understand. We are being pushed back?" asked the Commander.
"It appears so, sir," said the Sergeant.
"By what?" asked Nemay again.
"We are not sure, but reports state that it is a super-soldier."
"A super-soldier? Like part of the human’s Spartan projects?"
"We believe so, sir," said the Sergeant.
"That makes no sense, I thought that we destroyed them during the assault on the human planet Reach!" said the Commander with surprise.
"But sir, remember the original Halo incident?"
"Yes, I remember it quite clearly. Our finest troops wiped out by one Spartan."
"Sir, what are our orders?"
"Send more Wraiths to the frontlines. I will be providing several Phantoms for backup troops," Nemay said.
"Thank you, sir," said the Sergeant as the view-screen went off.
Out of the window, Commander Nemay saw a human battle cruiser exit slip-space. Then, the main body of the human fleet exited nearby. A crewman came running into the bridge.
"Sir, sir, the main engines are down and we are losing power to the aft deck!" said the crewman.
"Launch Seraphim fighters and send engineers to repair," said Nemay.
"Yes, sir," said the Elite as he left.
"Contact the Grand Armada. Tell them that we need support, we are being heavily attacked by the human’s fleet."
"Right away, sir," said the Communications Technician as he accessed the communications line.
The rockets were heavily bombarding the cruiser and the Longsword Fighters were destroying the Covenant fighters.
"Admiral, their fleet is being destroyed. At this pace, we may be able to provide support for the ground troops!" said a crewman aboard the Grand Estate.
"No, they called for support."
"How are you sure?"
"We eavesdropped on a support call to the Covenant Grand Armada. The main body of the fleet will be arriving," said Admiral Jameson.
"Should we send support to the ground? With the Covenant fleet, they’ll probably be pushed back."
"No, not yet. Their Armada will probably send boarding craft", said the Admiral.
"But sir, if we lose the city…"
"Send troops to wherever you think the Covenant will board."
"Yes, sir," said the crewman as he contacted the Squad Sergeants.
* * *
"Look sir," said the Private. "Looks pretty intense."
Sgt. Wilson looked up. In close orbit, the Covenant Grand Armada exited slip-space and engaged the U.N.S.C. Fleet, attempting rescue the damaged cruiser. But he quickly turned his attention to the ground battle as a Brute charged him. He fired his weapon, but was too late. He felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. It was from the Brute’s gun.
"Sir, you gonna be alright?" asked a worried Corporal.
"I’ll be fine, just get me a medic," he said, fighting back the pain. The medic quickly ran over and healed him with a special MedPac. The Sergeant didn’t pay attention to the process. He was quickly up and moving back through the city streets. He finally caught up with the Spartan.
"Hey, can you wait for us?" said the Sgt.
"You don’t understand, do you? We have to get to that missile launch-pad before night fall or we’ll never regain our foothold on this city," said the Cpt.
"Well, sorry. You didn’t have to snap at me like that."
"I don’t like attitudes."
"But I didn’t…" said the Sgt. as the Spartan cut him off.
"I don’t like back talk, either," said the Cpt.
"Sir, look up ahead. Seems like a pack of Brutes, orders?" said a Pvt. as the Sgt. and Spartan looked over.
"Take Cabrera and two sniper rifles. Set up in one of those buildings, don’t fire until I give signal Alpha-22."
"Roger that," said the Pvt. as he and Cabrera moved out.
The rest of the squad moved up the street slowly via side-alleys. Some Phantom drop-ships flew overhead. Sgt. Wilson gave the signal and as soon as the first sniper round went off, the squad charged the pack, guns blazing. Some grenades took care of them. There were no casualties, but some were injured and Medics were rushed in. Cabrera and Thompson rushed down and switched to the Battle Rifle.
"Now what, Cpt.?" asked Sgt. Wilson.
"We hold position until we can get at least two squads."
"I thought we had to reach the pad before nightfall."
"Damn, almost forgot. Alright, we’ll hold for thirty-minutes and if support doesn’t arrive, then we’ll have to make due."
They were only able to receive one other squad. At the moment, they didn’t seem to stand much of a chance, but it was critical to take out the missiles. Luckily, they were well equipped. They had battle rifles, assault rifles, rocket launchers, and snipers.
"Alright, second squad mo…" started the Sgt. but the Spartan cut him off.
"Second squad is gonna flank from the right, you guys will cover us as we rush the control room. I’ll give you a signal for you to link up with us," said the Captain. Wilson could feel the tension growing between them.
"But sir, that’s suicide!" said one of the Corporals.
"That’s a risk that I’m willing to take! It will be worth it when we save the human race!" said the Cpt.
"Let’s move!"
* * *
"Commander, the fleet has arrived!"
"Good, get ready to repair the engines and main weapons and we will then rejoin the battle."
Aboard the Everlasting Truth, the crewmembers celebrated. They thought that they were saved. Then, boarding troops from the Grand Estate broke into the ship. The Covenant security troops were being pushed back by the O.D.S.T.’s.
"Special Ops. Teams report to stations!" said the radio. The Commander readied his troops and sent them out. He acquired his Carbine and Plasma Rifles. He took the four Plasma Grenades. He also readied a Plasma Sword for a last-resort. His team of Elite Special Ops. moved down the corridor at a quick pace. The door was locked, which was strange because it was their ship.
"Sir, the door’s locked," said an Elite.
"Well, don’t just stand there, open it."
"Right away," said the Elite as he breached the door. Two Plasma Grenades were thrown in, killing off some Marines. The Elites rushed in, firing their Carbines and Plasma Rifles. The O.D.S.T.’s were being pushed back, there was no escape. After the Elites mopped up the remaining humans in the room, the Commander gave a thorough search. The Humans were looking for something. Most likely the engines, he thought, but he remembered the Holy Artifact being held onboard.
"Spread search teams throughout the entire ship, find and destroy the human scum! We must protect the Holy Artifact!" he said to the squads under his command.
"Sir, the Humans are dangerously close to the Artifact," said an Elite Minor.
"Did you not hear me? Find them and destroy them!"
"Yes, sir."
"Why are our troops being repelled? They’re the finest we have," asked Admiral Jameson, half to himself, half to the Marine standing near him.
"Um, sir, we believe it has something to do with the artifact that the Covenant got a hold of back in the Chayak Sector. We have intercepted numerous transmissions about its Holy purpose," said the Marine.
"So they know, too."
"Uh, know what, sir?"
"That artifact has the capability of activating a map that leads to a planet located near the Senmut Star. More importantly, it leads to the Serpha Structure. We are not completely sure what this structure does, but some transmissions state that it can release all of the Flood on each individual Halo. If the Covenant activate the structure, the Flood may find away off the Halos, posing a threat to the entire universe," explained the Admiral.
"That’s…that’s terrible! We’ve got to stop them!"
"That seems to be the problem," said Jameson. "The Covenant are really bent on keeping our hands off the device." One of the engineers rushed into the bridge.
"Sir! The ship’s taking heavy plasma fire! I don’t know how much longer we can hold!"
The Marine with the Admiral looked out the view port and was surprised by what he saw.
"Oh shit! Look at that! How many Plasma Cannons is that?!" he exclaimed.
"Looks like a Covenant Flagship along with fifteen battleships. Plus those cruisers and frigates," said the Admiral. "Prepare the main cannon, launch X-Force Type-2 Imploder Missiles. Order all ships to fire on their fleet, launch regular missiles at torpedo bays Alpha through Zulu," he continued.
"Sir, should we prepare our boarding parties?" asked the Marine.
"Launch about half of them, save the other half to guard stations," said Admiral Jameson.
* * *
"Where’s that machine gun team? It’s tearing us apart!" shouted Cpl. Cabrera.
"Second squad’s pinned. We can’t find that damn MG!" said a Pvt.
"Cabrera, see that hill?" asked Sgt. Wilson. He shook his head ‘yes’. "I need you to take a sniper rifle and position yourself up there. Spot the gun-nest and take it out. We’ll cover you," said the Sergeant. Cpl. Cabrera moved out without hesitation. The Spartan crawled over.
"Sergeant, heavy Covenant forces in that control tower. I need cover to take them out," he said.
"Well, sir, we’re already covering Cabrera."
"Cover me! That’s an order!" shouted the Spartan. Wilson was not happy, the Cpl. was now at a serious risk of dying.
"New orders, cover the Cpt.," said the Sgt. Several Phantoms flew over head. They dropped more troops ahead. The escort Banshees dove in to attack, but Pvt. Downey fired two rockets at both Banshees, taking them down. The Spartan was in the Control Tower, there was only two squads of Covenants in there. He threw two Frag Grenades in and disabled the hostiles. He deactivated the countdown timer regrouped with the squads.
"Now what?" asked Sgt. Wilson.
"Captain, do you read me? I’m sending two Pelicans, I need you onboard the Grand Estate!" said the Admiral over the CommLink.
"Sounds pretty important, are we invited?" asked the Sgt. jokingly.
"Don’t disrespect me like that," replied the Spartan. Soon enough, the Pelicans arrived. The squad got in and lifted towards the huge ship in orbit. On the way, they heard the area around the launch pad being bombarded heavily by artillery fire from the ships.
The bridge of the ship was huge. Many men were going from station to station, looking at signals, hitting beeping buttons. At the front was Admiral Jameson, one of the most highly ranked strategists in the U.N.S.C.
"Nice to see that you and you’re squad are still here in one piece," said the Admiral to Wilson.
"Can’t say the same for the second squad, down at the launch pad. MG fire slaughtered ‘em," replied the Sgt.
"Ah, Captain Jake 317. Nice to see you. We have a mission for you," said the Admiral, turning his attention to the Spartan. "We’ve lost contact with the O.D.S.T. groups in the Covenant cruiser."
"So you want to us to go find them?" asked Cabrera.
"No, actually. The Covenant is holding a highly precious item, a holy artifact. Instead of barging in there and taking it, I want you to take a Covenant boarding craft and follow the ship to the planet and ambush them," finished the Admiral.
"Sounds easy enough," commented the Spartan.
"Sounds like suicide if you ask me," added one of Privates.
"Well, nobody asked you," snapped the Spartan.
"Boys, boys, save the fighting for the Covenant. You’re gonna have to learn to work together," said Admiral Jameson, breaking it up. "Now, suit up, you’re moving out in an hour."
"The ship engines are repaired," said the Commander to the ship Captain, Ver Tehee.
"Good, tell your troops to rest up. We are entering slip-space and heading to where the Artifact leads us," replied the Captain.
Commander Nemay strolled down the halls, Grunts staring at his battle-scars in awe, jealous. He entered the crew quarters and ordered his men to rest. He entered his own room. He put his weapons on a nearby counter, but left his armor on. He laid down to rest, thinking about his career, being a soldier. Times were hard for the Covenant, but he knew he always had his Sangheili brethren. The Prophets proclaimed that the Great Journey was growing near, but strangely, he did not believe. Something about the way they said it, it didn’t sound right.
"Sir," said one of his men, knocking at his door. He answered it.
"What? Can’t you see that I am resting?" Nemay stated.
"Well, there is a suspicious ship at a moderate distance. It appears to be one of our boarding crafts, though."
"Why are you telling me this? Go report it to Captain Tehee, not me," the Commander said.
"Right away, sir," said the Elite as he ran to the bridge.
* * *
"What if they enter slip-space?" asked Cabrera as they rode in the crowded craft.
"Well, we’ll floor this thing and attach to their ship as soon as we see that portal open," replied Sgt. Wilson.
"Uh, well, I guess we better do that," said Cabrera as they saw the portal open. The boarding craft went full speed into the portal before it closed, deciding not to attach to the ship. They made it through and then created some distance between them and the cruiser. The ship was moving toward a planet in the Setum System, near the Senmut star. The planet they were heading toward, Alpha Sanghetti, seemed bleak and lifeless.
"Is that where Serpha Structure is?" asked Sgt. Wilson to the Spartan.
"I assume it is," he replied.
"Let’s watch for Covenant drop ships and follow them."
"There! Two Phantoms going in," said a Pvt.
"Hurry, follow ‘em," yelled Cabrera. The boarding craft went down slowly to the planet, being careful not to be detected. Then, they made an important discovery; there was a Halo installation nearby. That meant that it was possible that the Flood had spread.
"Should we be nervous?" asked one of the Marines.
"About what?" asked Sgt. Wilson.
"The Flood."
"Probably, there’s a good chance that it has spread to this planet."
* * *
"Setup the transmitters on the edge of the outpost, prepare a search party," shouted Commander Nemay.
"What’s that?" asked one of the Technicians. He saw a something in the sky, the boarding craft.
"Probably nothing, get back to work, this is a high-priority mission," replied the Commander.
"Sensors pick up high energy readings, could it be the Serpha Structure?" said one of the Special Ops. Technicians.
"We must follow the signal. If there are any humans, we must not let them find the installation," said the Commander.
"Sir, listen," said an Elite suddenly.
"What?" replied Nemay.
"Wait, it sounds familiar."
"Could it be…?" said Nemay. "The Flood!" he shouted as endless hordes of Infection Forms of the Flood charged their camp. Several Elites were killed by the Flood, becoming infected. The mutilated Elites attacked the survivors.
"Hurry, to the Structure!" yelled Commander Nemay to his surviving troops.
"Sir, they’re everywhere!" said a soldier.
"Don’t even think about it! Just keep firing!" shouted Nemay as he ran. They made it to the Serpha Structure, entering before taking any more casualties.
"What the hell happened here?" asked Pvt. Thompson while the squad entered the empty Elite camp.
"Looks like they were slaughtered. What thing could do something like this?" commented Cpl. Cabrera, pointing to an Elite’s mutilated body.
"The Flood," replied the Spartan.
"Huh?" said Cabrera.
"See that? It’s a Halo, we’re close. The Flood could’ve escaped and gotten here," replied the Spartan.
"Damn," said Wilson. Out of nowhere, an Infection Form dropped onto Thompson.
"Oh shit!" yelled Cabrera.
"Get it off me! Get it off!" Thompson started yelling, but it was too late, he dropped to the ground. The squad looked away as the body quickly decomposed and "transformed". Minutes later, a fully-grown Flood rose up.
"Fire, fire! Kill that thing!"
"God damn it, more!"
"Hurry, get to the nearest structure!" yelled Wilson.
"Sir, that would appear to be the Serpha Structure," said a Private, terrified as he faced-off against the endless hordes of Flood. The squad ran off toward the Structure, constantly looking back and firing. They approached the Structure swiftly and cautiously, they thought that the Flood had given up the chase.
"Sir, the door…it’s open," stated Cabrera, slightly surprised.
"What, let me see," said the Cpt. "Would you look at that? Careful boys, looks like we might have company."
"Do you think that it’s the Flood," asked the same terrified Pvt. as before.
"No, they’re too stupid. They can’t activate one of these panels," commented Wilson.
"But they managed to control a Covenant battle cruiser," replied Cabrera.
"Good point, but on the other hand, some Elites could’ve escaped from the camp," Wilson shot back.
* * *
"Sir, we are hungry, tired, and…well, I’m sorry to say, scared," said a Spec. Ops. Elite.
"No, we mustn’t stop. Plus, what is there to be afraid of? The Flood can not enter the facility," said Nemay.
"But, sir, what about the Flood infestation aboard the Truth and Reconciliation?" asked one Elite.
"Think nothing of it, we must find the control room," replied the Commander. There was a faint thump from far behind them.
"What was that?" an Elite asked.
"Could it have been the Flood?" asked another.
"I already stated, the Flood cannot get in here! It was nothing!" said Nemay, getting angry. "Do wish for me to prove it?" asked the Commander. Several Elites acknowledged this. Cowards, thought Nemay as he walked to the hallway and turned to see a surprised Marine.
"OH SHIT!" exclaimed the Marine.
"What is it Cabrera?" said Wilson, noticing the Elite after the fact. "Fire!"
The Spartan acquired active camouflage and used it immediately. He entered the room and quickly disabled all of the Elites, not killing them, but merely impairing them from battle.
"I have an idea," the Spartan said to Sgt. Wilson. He continued, "We need your help," he said to the Elite.
"Never! I serve the Holy Covenant only, you are the enemy!" exclaimed the Elite Commander, clearly insulted by this.
"Then, I must kill you," replied the Captain.
"Go ahead, kill us all! We will rather die fighting for the Covenant than with you!" replied the Elite.
"Fine, you just made my day," said the Spartan Captain.
"No, wait Jake, I have an idea," said Sgt. Wilson as the Captain pulled out his battle rifle. He continued, "Commander, the only way we will make it out alive is to work together."
"You are asking me to commit an act of treason, become a Heretic? Never!" shouted the Commander.
"Just this once, then we will go on our ways and forget about it. No one has to know," said the Sergeant.
"But…" said the Elite, but part of the ceiling collapsed and Flood started pouring in.
"Last chance!" shouted Sgt. Wilson over the firing.
"Just this once," replied the Elite, grabbing his plasma rifle. Wilson smiled and kept firing. All of the Elites stood up, angry but following orders, working with the humans. The Spartan’s idea worked, he was surprised, though, that Wilson managed to pull it off. The room was pretty much clear, but they were aware that more would arrive. Quickly, they moved to the Structure’s control center. They looked at all the panels and activated a map area that showed the whole solar system along with a map of each individual Halo. Then, a Forerunner AI activated. It explained everything, the Flood, Halo, the Forerunners…the Humans. They were in awe. The Elites figured out that their "Holy" Covenant is a lie. Everything they were told was false. The Prophets were liars. Their whole perspective of life changed at that exact moment in the large chamber.
"I would have never imagined," said Commander Nemay, half to himself. "I will help you, humans. Not for you, but to avenge the fallen brothers of this wasted war. Truce?" asked the Commander.
"You got yourself a deal," said Wilson.
"Listen up, I have a plan. Commander Nemay, did I get that right? Alright, I need you to somehow distract the Covenant fleet in orbit. We need them stalled long enough to make it to that Halo. Also, we need an excuse for why they cannot access the Serpha Structure, it is vital that your men find away to keep them out. After, find away to link up with us on the installation. We’ll either be at the Control Room or searching the Temple shown on this map. Is this clear?" explained the Spartan Captain.
"Yes, we are on it, see you soon. We will put an end to this massacre!" replied the Commander.
"Alright, Cpl. Cabrera, you and the Comm. Tech. contact the Admiral and tell him the new Intel. Then, if he doesn’t believe it, show him the video recording we caught," ordered Wilson. After this was done, while the Elites were contacting their Captain, the Marines took the boarding craft and flew toward the Halo. Soon, the Great Journey will come to an unexpected and abrupt stop…
"Whoa, looks familiar," Cabrera stated plainly.
Too many memories, thought Sgt. Wilson.
"How are we gonna land it, sir?" asked Wilson to the Spartan
"Anyway I want to," stated the Captain.
"Sorry, I was just asking," said Sgt. Wilson sarcastically.
"Didn’t we already go through this, I am your commanding officer, you will follow my orders and listen to me!" exclaimed the Spartan Captain, clearly aggravated as the ship rolled out of control.
"Uh, sorry to interrupt, but the ship is going out of control!" exclaimed a Private.
Damn, made a mistake. Should have never paid attention to that worthless Marine, thought the Captain. The craft was coming in too fast, too low. Chances of survival were slim at this point, but somehow the Captain regained control and managed to land it. It was strange to the men that there were no Covenant, none on the entire installation, for now.
"Sir, that swamp…should we enter?" asked one of the squad members.
"No, we wait for the Elites," the Spartan plainly stated.
* * *
"Captain, the Structure is infested, no one can enter," lied Commander Nemay. "Plus, the doors have been specially sealed," he continued.
"I am confident that our army can clear it," said Captain Tehee.
"No! Um, they are too weak. This is a new type of Flood, it is pure, no infection. They are too powerful."
"Too weak?! This is the strongest battalion in the whole Armada!" said Tehee. Nemay nodded to his second-in-command, Master Sergeant Senas Vehumee. They had found a giant laser weapon deep within the Structure after the humans left. Vehumee hit an ancient button and out of the Serpha Structure rose a giant beam of light.
"I’m sorry, Captain," said Commander Nemay as the laser took out the ship’s rear-section, including the engines. The Everlasting Truth wasn’t going anywhere. The Spec. Ops. Team took over a leftover Phantom and headed straight toward the huge ominous ring.
"Commander, where are you? The Flood on this ring have escaped and found us! I don’t know how much longer we can hold…" radioed the Comm. Tech. of Wilson’s squad, suddenly being cut off.
"Retee, full speed. We must make it there in time!" said Nemay to the member piloting the drop ship. This is just what we need, with the Covenant suspicious of us too, thought Nemay. The ship moved at a high-speed in space, faster than the Pelican. The huge Halo soon came into view. Its ominous presence in the empty space, in the shadow of the huge planet, brought back memories. These weren’t good ones, either, they were bloody, violent, full of shame. It brought back anger, but the Elites held it down as they remembered what they had learned earlier. Lies and deceit filled their whole lives, they were fighting for there own destruction. If the Halos were activated, or if the Serpha Structure was activated, they would all be dead, every sentient being.
"Sir, we have to land earlier than anticipated, we are low on fuel," said Retee.
"How much is left?"
"Definitely enough to reach the installation, but I do not know how much from that point on."
"Well, we shall soon find out," said Nemay with hope and worry in his voice.
The radio again. "Commander, come in, this is Wilson! We can’t hold, they’re pushing in our positions! The Covenant have arrived! Brutes everywhere!" the Sergeant shouted. It was heating up down there, if the Special Ops. Team went in, the Covenant would surely find out their treachery. But Nemay realized that they would find out sooner or later, so why not sooner?
The Phantom entered the ring’s atmosphere, running low on fuel. They landed near a cliff face, they heard gunfire in the distance. Not to far away, thought Commander Nemay. The squad rushed toward the gunfire just to run into the Flood. They quickly noticed the Elites and attacked.
"Charge!" shouted the Spartan Captain with the squad, running from Brutes and toward the Flood, all guns blazing. The Elites were surprised and if the Flood could have feelings, they would be too. But no emotion was emitted from their lifeless hosts, they simply fought back against the Marines, Infection Forms desperately trying to get a hold of one, yet unable to.
"Good to see you again, Commander," Sgt. Wilson said, still firing his assault rifle.
"Sorry we’re late, it took a while to distract the Covenant. I managed to keep them away from the Structure, but not the Halo," said Nemay.
"Yeah, they’re here. Looks like that laser you shot stopped the Everlasting Truth from flying down here personally, but it didn’t stop them from coming in contact with their battle group. Luckily, the mini flotilla is out of radio range of the rest of the Armada," said Cpt. Jake, joining the conversation. The Flood quickly killed some Brutes, making them a part of their mindless killing machine. A group of Elites, composed of a few Elite Minors and one Elite Major, arrived quickly on the scene.
"Special Operations Commander Renon Nemay?!" exclaimed the surprised Elite Major, quickly bowing while firing at the Flood. "Why aren’t you fighting off the humans?"
"We have learned things. There is terrible news, the Prophets are liars…" started Commander Nemay.
"Heresy!" shouted the Elite Major, gesturing to his group to fire. The normal Elites were no match, though, against the enhanced shielding and state-of-the-art weaponry equipped on the Spec. Op. Troops. But Nemay didn’t want to kill his own kind.
"The Covenant now know that we are Heretics," said Nemay to Wilson and his team. They ran from the Flood and Elites, hoping to get somewhere safe.
"What are we gonna do? It’s two armies on one, if you would even consider us an army at all! With the Flood and the Covenant, we better be able to get support!" ranted Sgt. Wilson.
"What we have to do is find a safe place, either a cave or a temple on this ring where we can contact the Admiral. We’ll ask for any support. Hopefully, the Grand Estate and its battle group can suppress the Covenant ships in orbit. Our priority is to get out of here alive and eventually expose the whole entire Covenant to the truth! The Prophets can not stay in power, this reign of lies, deceit, and terror must stop now!" the Captain explained, the team’s hope growing. They had finally escaped the chasing Flood and Covenant. They ended up somewhere in a mysterious jungle, strange noises surrounding them.
The team heard whispers all around them. Something ain’t right here, thought Wilson. As they pushed away several bushes, a huge temple revealed itself to them.
The temple was huge. It had a large, sleek exterior. Two pillars rose from the top of it, projecting from their base at the side. The main body of the temple was a large structure with many angular points to it. The doors were very intricately decorated. They had two blinking green and red lights. The door activation panel was even impressive. Compared to the other temples located on the Halos and other planets, this one was a monument. None of the squad members had seen anything like it, not even the Elites.
"Enter warily…" one of the mysterious whispers said.
"I don’t know about this, sir," said Cabrera.
"It’ll be fine. Those whispers are just in our imagination," said the Captain. The team approached the huge temple. Before anyone could touch one of the door panels, the two metal doors slid open.
"Who dares enter the holy Forerunner Temple of the Setting Sun?" said one of the voices that was whispering earlier, the whisper soon rising to a shout.
"We found it! I did not know it was a true place! Wait until I report this to…" said Nemay, stopping himself, remembering that he was not a part of the Covenant anymore.
"What are you talking about?" said one of the Privates, Pvt. 1st Class Kennedy.
"Nothing. This was a very important structure in Covenant religion, but now it is just another place the Flood could be hiding," said Nemay.
"How dare thee speak of this holy place in vain like that!" said the whisper, now angry at the disrespect. The whisper was actually an ancient Forerunner artificial intelligence. Deep within the temple, several vaults opened, releasing the Flood. The AI released the infectious horde, hoping that they would silence the disrespect.
"Sir, did you hear that?" asked Cabrera to Wilson and the Spartan.
"Yeah, better be on alert," replied Wilson.
"We must continue to navigate the structure, it is very large," interrupted Nemay. There was an eerie silence throughout the temple, except for the faint crawling noise of the Infection Forms making there way out of the inner bowels of the structure. The two teams of Marines and Elites moved deeper and deeper into the complex, sometimes finding interesting areas. For example, at around the center of the structure, they found a church. It was composed of an altar and many cleanly cut, smooth stone pews. There was a giant idol located behind the altar. It was most likely a Forerunner god or important cleric.
As they continued to traverse the complex, it appeared more sinister and dark. There were empty, highly advanced laboratories and empty holding cells. The crawling noise grew louder, too. Kennedy got separated from the group, falling behind and accidentally turning down one of the side passages.
"Guys, hello? Anyone? Where are you?" said Kennedy, nervous. "Man, this place is giving me the creeps," he continued, not noticing the Infection Form drop from the ceiling behind him.
"What the? Ah! Get…off…of…ah!" Kennedy exclaimed, quickly becoming infected. Shortly, the mutilated, infected Private rose up and moved quickly down the halls. Meanwhile, Wilson and the team found a laboratory. There was ancient technology far more advanced than anything human.
"Sir, take a look at this!" exclaimed the Corpsman, a rugged, red-headed boy in his early twenties. His name was Alex Stanton, but everyone called him Rusty, everyone except for Wilson.
"What is it Corpsman?" said the Sergeant as he and the Spartan rushed over.
"Look," said Corpsman Stanton. There was an ancient being’s body located in the canister full of preserving liquid. The Captain ran and looked on the computer. It showed no life signs, however.
"By the Gods, it is a…a…a Forerunner!" exclaimed Nemay, nearly passing out.
"Yeah, but its dead," said the Spartan-317 insensitively.
"How could you say this with such disrespect?" asked Nemay with disgust, rising up from a quick, praiseful bow.
"I think if we open the container, I should examine the body. You know, look for similarities, to see if the AI was actually telling the truth," Stanton stated inquisitively.
"Though it may be disrespectful, I have to agree," added the Elite Medic.
"I guess so," said Nemay after a pause. The Spartan Commander tapped the controls on the computer, quickly opening the container. The body was carefully and respectively taken and laid on the lab tables. As the Corpsman and Medic began to examine the body, an Infection Form scurried into the room and quickly attached itself to the Forerunner body.
"No!" exclaimed Nemay. "How could this happen?" he continued.
"Oh crap!" exclaimed the Corpsman, a mere few feet from the newly formed, adult Flood.
"Fire!" ordered Sgt. Wilson to the team of aliens and Marines.
"No!" replied Nemay as the infected Forerunner slowly approached.
"Are you crazy? Delay that order!" shouted the Spartan. Finally, the Spartan agrees with me on something, thought Wilson. The Marines all fired, all but Wilson. Wilson watched the Elite Commander’s face turn angry. I’ve got a bad feeling about this, Sgt. Wilson thought again. Nemay quickly walked away, to a dark passage.
"Alright Marines, form up," said the Spartan. But Wilson just followed the Elite. "Hey, where are you going?" shouted the Captain.
"I’ll be right back, Captain," replied Wilson.
"Are you going AWOL, soldier?" asked the Spartan accusingly. There was no response, and the Spartan decided to ignore the AWOL Marine.
"Nemay? Commander, where are you?" asked Wilson as he continued through the darkness. But suddenly a hand grabbed his neck. A figure stepped into the view of the flashlight. It was Nemay.
"How could you let them do that? It was a Holy being, infected or not!" shouted Nemay.
"I had no choice, the Captain is the Commanding Off…" said Wilson, being cutoff by the alien.
"Do you realize that the Forerunner you just killed was Holy? You had no right to kill it! I should report you to the Prophets!" added Nemay.
"I don’t care! Do you realize that it was infected? Also, what rights, there are no rights! And get it through your thick head, you are no longer part of the Covenant, and you can never return to them either! So if you’re with us, then your gonna follow our orders!" shouted Wilson in reply to Nemay’s shouting. Apparently, it opened the Commander’s ears. What was I thinking? It was infected, they should be angry at me, I didn’t fire. What if they all died, thought Nemay quickly.
"Listen, I’m sorry. It is just that I have learned so much about the Forerunners and seeing you just brutally kill it brought back what I learned. I should have fired my weapon too but I wasn’t thinking straight, my mind was still set on the fact that we had found a Forerunner," apologized Commander Nemay, apparently calmed down.
"I understand. Trust me, stuff like this has been happening between the Spartan and I since the beginning of this mission," said the Sergeant, accepting the Elite’s apology.
"Really? I haven’t noticed it," said the Elite as they began to walk back.
"Actually, it started just before the mission, on Melanus IV," said Wilson.
"Ah, I remember," said Nemay, remembering his chat with the Covenant Ground Sergeant, talking about sending Wraiths to the frontlines. Then, he thought about how they were killing the humans. Now look at us, working with them, thought the Elite. But he noticed the disrespectfulness in his thought. I’m sorry, that was rude, he apologized silently.
"Sergeant, what was that all about?!" yelled the Spartan.
"I’m sorry, Captain, I was just…" started Wilson.
"Save the excuses, I’ll let you off the hook this time. But only this time," said the Spartan. There still was a bit of tension, but things were appearing to get better between Wilson and the Captain. "Come on, soldier, I think we’re close to the center."
* * *
Captain Tehee stared at the slaughtered Jiralhanae and Flood forms. Chieftain Marckagus stepped beside the shocked Sangheili.
"Suriprised?" asked the Chieftain.
"Very," said the Captain flatly. "How could all of this have happened from just the Flood?"
"My pack reported several humans, not infected. Also, one of your teams suggested a Sangheili Special Operations team with the humans," Marckagus said. Tehee wasn’t terribly happy with the way the Jiralhanae said "your team". The Sangheili never were fond of the Jiralhanae. They didn’t trust one another. Tensions were rising between the two races, especially since the San’Shyuum promoted the Jiralhanae to guard the Hierarchs, replacing the original Sangheili.
"Well maybe your pack should search the area for the humans and suspected Heretics," Tehee shot the attitude back to the Chieftain.
"We already have and it may please to hear that we have found the Temple of The Setting Sun," said the Jiralhanae, half with pleasure of seeing the expression on the Captain’s face, the other with pride.
"What?! Why did you not tell me this earlier? I must send a report to the Prophets!" exclaimed the Captain.
"Not yet, the report can wait. We must explore the structure first," said the Jiralhanae Chieftain. Captain Tehee eyed him suspiciously, but eventually gave in to the suggestion.
"I guess, but we must keep it quiet, or they may suspect heresy," replied the Captain.
"Heresy? From us? After the laser incident to your ship, small things like this may seem like procedure, as long as we handle it correctly," stated the Chieftain with an interesting look in his eyes, an adventurous look. There is something different about this Chieftain that sets him away from the other Jiralhanae, thought the Sangheili, Something I don’t like.
The newly infected Kennedy lurked the halls of the Temple, closing in on the unexpecting Marines and Elites. But there was a noise behind the Flood form, like doors opening, which alerted the human-alien team to the Combat Form.
"Oh shit, here we go again," said Wilson. "Fire!"
"Wait, that’s Kennedy!" shouted Cabrera over the crackling of the MA5’s fire.
"I don’t give a damn, its not Kennedy anymore! Just kill it!" shouted the Captain.
"God damn it," said Cabrera to himself. "I’m sorry buddy," he continued as he began firing his BR55. The Combat Form of Kennedy quickly died and Cabrera and Corpsman Stanton rushed over. Cabrera quickly paid his respects to the Private’s body before noticing the pack of Brutes stopped at the end of the hallway.
"Crap, we got Covenant on our six!" shouted the Corporal to his team. The Corpsman quickly raised his rifle to fire when he was suddenly hit in the thigh by a round from one of the Brute’s Spikers.
"Son of a bitch!" he exclaimed while falling to the ground, gasping to regain his breath. A Brute was about to finish him off when the three-round burst from Cabrera’s battle rifle knocked it to the ground. Wilson’s M6 pistol finished it off.
"Run!" shouted the Spartan as he threw a grenade toward the rushing aliens.
"Sarge, the door’s locked!" exclaimed the Corpsman as he crawled to the nearest door.
"Damn. Captain, can you open it?" said Wilson. "Without blowing it up," he added as the Spartan pulled out several grenades.
"I’ll see what I can do, but I’m gonna need some cover!" the Captain shouted over the fire. Spikes flew by from all directions. They were getting dangerously close to the wounded Corpsman and the Spartan. One was about to hit Stanton, but the Spartan jumped in front, absorbing the hit. The round took the shields down, therefore the Spartan had to hide to regain his shields. Damn, he thought, this is gonna take a minute. But he was glad to see Stanton continuing the Spartan’s work.
"It’s open, everyone in!" shouted the Corpsman as the Spartan ran in. Wilson was the last to enter, covering everyone’s retreat. They quickly locked the door, but it was soon blown open by a Brute Shot. One of the explosive rounds killed, Retee, one of Nemay’s troops.
"No! Medic! Hurry to my fallen comrade!" Nemay shouted to Corpsman Stanton.
"Its too late, Commander! We’ve gotta keep moving before we end up like your buddy!" Stanton shouted over the noise of his MA5. Nemay stood there for a few seconds, seconds that felt like an eternity, staring at the fallen Sangheili. But then he felt the hand of the Spartan as the Captain pulled him through another door. They had reached the very bottom of the structure. As the blast doors closed behind them, the survivors moved toward the giant screen at the end of the huge room. Everything that had happened was shown on the screen. Everyone was stunned.
"We have to destroy this Temple," said Wilson.
"No!" exclaimed Nemay.
"We have to, or else the enemy will learn of everything we’ve done, all the important things we’ve discussed," replied the Sergeant, but before the Elite could protest, several Marines were already setting up explosives.
"We have to find another way out. We don’t have a lot of time and there are too many hostiles out there to make it out alive," added the Spartan.
"Uh, what’s that?" asked Stanton.
"It looks like some sort of elevator," inquired Wilson upon further inspection. "The holo-pad here seems to show that it leads to an alternate exit."
"I’m gonna try to contact Admiral Jameson, we’re gonna need the support," the Spartan said. While the Spartan engaged in a conversation over the Comm-link, the Marines loaded onto the lift.
"The Fleet already jumped to this sector, they’ll be here quickly. Looks like we’re in luck," the Captain said as he joined everyone on the elevator. They begin to lift upward at a fast rate. Within a couple of minutes, they could see a light, the top of the Temple. When they exited, they were shocked to find out that they were on the roof of the Temple.
"Captain, Captain do you copy?" said the Admiral over the open Comms channel.
"Yeah, but we may need a Pelican and maybe some heavy support," the Spartan replied, seeing the Brutes and Elites below him.
"Roger that, support will be there shortly," the Admiral said, closing the comm. Then, there was a shout. They were spotted.
Suddenly, they were taking heavy fire. They dropped down and Cabrera pulled out his sniper rifle. He was taking down packs of Brutes like crazy. Finally, two Pelicans arrived; the first one touched down below them to release its O.D.S.T. teams. The second one hovered at the top of the Temple and the Marines and Elites boarded it.
"Damn, Captain, you sure we got enough O.D.S.T. support? There are so many Covenant squads down there," asked Cabrera.
"Don’t worry about them, they’re doing their jobs, we’re gonna do ours," replied the Spartan-II.
"Tehee, we have found something. You may not be pleased, however. Along with dozens of bodies of my finest Jiralhanae, there are several demolition packs. We are unable to deactivate them, we have no choice but to evacuate the Temple," said the Chieftain, disappointed.
"Well, then, Marckagus, is this the time to send the report?" asked the Captain.
"No! We mustn’t, we would receive a horrible punishment for not stopping the violation of the Temple!" exclaimed Chieftain Marckagus.
"We shall suffer far worse tortures if we do not follow the Code and send the report! We will be branded as Heretics!" replied the Sangheili. "I’m filing a report."
"I cannot allow you to do that," the Jiralhanae said calmly. "Guards! Put him in the detention cell! I’m sorry, my friend," continued the Chieftain. With that, several Sangheili overheard and approached the guards. Tehee signaled to them and they left. Marckagus thought that they had left for good, only to see that they came back with more troops.
They fired upon the Jiralhanae guards. Soon, a full-fledged civil war took place. Fellow Covenant were battling each other, Jiralhanae against Sangheili. Markagus approached Tehee, Gravity Hammer in hand. Tehee pulled out two Energy Swords, one in each hand. They charged each other, locked in pitched combat.
* * *
"Rendezvous with the Grand Estate in fifteen seconds!" shouted the pilot.
Looking out of the front window of the Pelican, the squad saw the amazing sight of the huge Halcyon-class flagship. The hangar bay opened as the Pelican approached. The drop-ship touched down on one of the blinking pads. The Marines and Elites exited the ship and crossed the span of the hangar deck. Crew and personnel stared at the Elites as they marched by. Nemay scowled at them and several crewmen jumped, others kept their hands at their sides, gripping their M6 sidearm. The squads soon entered the bridge, and the Admiral was almost surprised by the Elites, but he already knew who they were.
"Hello, you must be Commander Nemay, it is a pleasure to meet you. I’m Admiral Jameson, Captain of the Halcyon-class flagship, Grand Estate, and in charge of this battle group," the Admiral said.
"Ah, very nice to meet you. I don’t know if you are aware of this, but my former ship had an engagement with yours. Back on Melanus IV," said the Elite. The Admiral nodded in acknowledgment. The squad glanced at the screen, the Temple had been destroyed, and they saw the Brutes and Elites attacking each other.
"Sorry to interrupt, sir, but what in the name of God is going on down there?!" exclaimed Sgt. Wilson.
"We aren’t completely sure, but there appears to be a civil war going on, between the Elites and the Brutes. It started shortly before the destruction of the Temple," answered the Admiral.


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