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Tribe of Rakaar by fwooperboy
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Tribe of Rakaar part one
Date: 23 November 2006, 8:36 pm
TRIBE OF RAKAAR PART ONE:
BIRTH OF NOGOLDEE 'RARGADEE
Nameless planet somewhere in Covenant controlled system:
It was a strange planet, the home world of the Covenant Elites, but it was home to so many of the creature's none-the-less. The atmosphere was heavy and smelt of swamp and clean grass.
There was a rolling, sweeping grass plain and then a clump of mismatched trees that looked a little like palm trees. In the middle of the grass plain stood a huge pyramid like structure hewn from rough grey stone. It sprung from the ground so unexpectadly that it was a surprise to any other Covenant who visited the planet.
Situated around the pyramid was the cramped tribe of Rakaar, the Elite's born for combat. Those who bred and produced young were nothing more than instruments of theProphets to create the armies of the Covenant.
Despite this, all Elite young and breeder pairs in the Tribe of Rakaar were treated like sacred artifacts to be valued and treasured. It was an odd community when the civilians knew they were little more than breeding units.
Atop the roughly hewn pyramid of grey stone sat a chamber, lavishly decorated and guarded heavily by two huge, menacing Elites clad in burnished green armour. They bore vicious looking energy halberds, the blades at the end of the long alloy poles crackling with arcane plasma quartz.
An even larger Elite, wearing nothing but the scaly skin of a ferocious, indiginous carnivor climbed the mighty stairs of the pyramid. As the tribal guards heard the approaching footsteps they crossed their Energy halberds to form a fierce defence, but when they saw the mean looking creature as he appeared, they parted to let him into the darkened chamber.
The Elite was called Ferarmor 'Rargadee and he was one of the highest ranking amongst the breeders. An Elite in Teal armour greeted him as he entered.
"They're waiting. The ritual is underway," said the foreman and he stepped to the side, his head drooped in respect as 'Rargadee strode forth. He parted a light silk mirror and saw his partner laid across a stone block. There was pruple blood everywhere. The parner was motionless.
'Rargadee clicked his madibles to show anger and fear for his partner when a trio of Elites, all in teal armour appeared from behind the veil. In ones arms was a tiny creature, curled into a ball softly clicking and moving.
"Your grace, your partner has unnfortunately died during the rites. However we managed to save your son..." said the Elite and handed 'Rargadee the tiny Elite child. To a human it would've been disgusting to look upon, this tiny alien ball covered in blood, but to the tribal leader it was an honour beyond all his honours.
His new son was alive.
"What will it be called, excellency?" asked the Elite and 'Rargadee responded.
"He will be named in my honour and my grandfathers. 'Nogoldee is his name," he said, his chest swelling with pride.
"Very good excellency. The ritual is complete. Now, initiation must begin," said the foreman and he snatched the child away. 'Rargadee remembered the oath he had taken and remembered his sons induction into the Prophets holy host.
His new son was now all but dead to him.
But he ignored his feeling of disappointment and followed the foreman as he took the child away, out to a jungle plaza on the top most reaches of the pyramid.
Already the Elite child was growing in stength. Its mandibles clicked and tapped with increasing ferocity and he struggled against the powerful foreman's grasp.
Alien sunlight streamed onto the plaza as the six Elites appeared, their hooves clopping slightly on the burnished stone. There were five tribal guards standing around an azure pool of pure H20, the most prized compound on the planet and floating on a gravity belt above the pond was a lesser Prophet, the master of rites.
"'Rargadee, you are one of our most treasured breeders. Your contribution has not gone unoticed by his Lord Truth, and you have already been introduced into your families warsongs and hymns. Proceed with the ritual," exclaimed the Prophet.
As a father of twelve of the Covenant's best warriors, 'Rargadee was finally privee to the ceremonies of the rituals. He had never seen a ritual, but he had heard from his grandfather it was a dangerous ritual and the Prophet's were wrong to perform such a ritual on newborns, but 'Rargadee prayed it would be simple.
The Prophet floated and bobbed backwards slightly and waved his hand. With a swift motion, the foreman lobbed the newborn Elite high into the air and it landed with a splash in the pond.
'Rargadee screamed as he saw his newest son disappear.
Tribe of Rakaar part 2: Survival
Date: 27 November 2006, 3:05 am
THE TRIBE OF RAKAAR PART TWO:
SURVIVAL
There was an echo as 'Rargadee's scream pierced the still green sky of the Elite homeworld. In a second he had seen his son disappear in the infernal pool of water.
The Foreman restrained the huge alien as he struggled to save the child, but when 'Rargadee began to break free, the Prophet calmly stated an order and the Tribal guards swarmed upon the struggling breeder.
Rakaar was disrupted by the commotion of the struggle atop the pyramid and the other breeders wondered what the noise was about.
Within the pool of sacred water, the infant 'Rargadee dropped like a stone, shimmering blue ripples distorting the infants vision. It wondered why it felt strange, why it was losing sight and dropping into a pit of nothing.
But from within the weakened Elite came a burst of fiery determination, a will to live and it kicked out, struggling against the liquid and propelling tiself back towards the swirling halo of light. The Prophet stared with expectancy as the little head emerged and the baby appeared...alive.
"Aah! The infant has survived the initiation," he said, spreading his arms wide. 'Rargadee heard the voice and struggled out of the mass of tangled Elite arms. Overjoyed he looked the child in the eye and sighed in relief as a very annoyed Foreman sheepishly plucked the warrior child from the azure pond.
"Take heed, your grace, the infant will be collected tomorrow as the twin suns rise, but until then, keep the child," said the Foreman straightening his head dress and handing 'Rargadee the child.
"Very well. Thank you, oh holy one. I will see your messenger in the morning," said Rargadee. With a pang of sorrow at the thought of losing his baby again, 'Rargadee turned and descended the mighty Pyramid.
*
It was quite a night within the shining white hutt of 'Rargadee. Never had he felt more confused. Never had he felt such an attachment to his child, perhaps it was seeing the creature plummet into the cobalt water that did it. 'Rargadee didn't know.
He was distressed that his partner had perished and not survived. He knew, however, the perils of breeding, of birth. A risky task to say the least and 'Rargadee was glad he was not a breeding female.
As he listened to the sounds of the night and felt the evening breeze tickle his back, 'Rargadee cradled the tiny Elite in his arms as it slept. He knew that tomorrow would come and that he would never see his child again. He was mournfully silent as he watched the creeping twin suns climb into the pitch black sky, turning the inky black to scarlet.
It wasn't long after that he heard the whine of an approaching ghost hovercraft, hear two formal sounding Elites warble to one another and he new that his sons survival would soon be at stake.
The two Covenant representatives stepped inside the hutt. 'Rargadee was waiting for their arrival. His son was swathed in a light linen garment and held tightly in his farthers arms. The Covenant Elite's were a mean looking pair, fully equipped and kitted up. Both wore the scarlet armour of a veteran and both carried the sophisticated weapons of an Elite of that rank, the intricate needler.
The spiky weapons intimidated 'Rargadee, but he knew they were in case the breeder didn't comply, and 'Rargadee would comply...he told himself.
A representative spoke in the educated manner of the Covenant trained within the city of High Charity.
"Breeder 'Rargadee. Your son is requested for training in the name of the Covenant and the holy Prophets of Truth and Mercy. You will comply or force will be a necessary part of the routine." 'Rargadee would swear later that the lesser veteran raised his needler slightly and grinned in case the breeder refused.
However, 'Rargadee did not refuse. With a swift movement he handed the Elite the child and ceased to be the bearer of the name 'Rargadee. Now his son was 'Rargadee and he was nothing.
"Your breeding days are finished. You will now serve the temple and the Prophets. Your son will fight for the temple and the Prophets. Farewell," said the Elite and the pari stepped out of the hutt.
The Elite who once was 'Rargadee hung his head. He was now but a mere servant of the Heirarchs. But he had been expecting this and he would not defy Truth, not if he valued his life anyway.
The Elite secured the baby in an odd compartment on his ghost as his partners hovercraft started and both rocketed away through the wide path amidst the tangled trees of the Elite forests.
Survival for the new 'Rargadee would soon be a difficulty to accomplish.
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