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Vanguards of the Great Journey-Spirit in the Sky
Posted By: Arbiter
Date: 23 November 2005, 1:07 pm
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-Sorry it took me so long to post this, Greek Elite. And as for you lifeless poster's who publicize to the entire website that I don't use the code, LEAVE ME ALONE! It is not required to have the code, it is recommended. And I am not lazy, as a matter of fact I read the code and I USE IT! I follow my font and positions exactly as Jillybean's so go hassle the veteran. But yeah oh wait a second, I read all of Jilly's posts on her stories as well as the stories, and there is HARDLY any posts on code usage. Fan Fiction is about writing how and what you want. Who are you lowlifes to tell the authors that they HAVE to use the code?! I may not be a moderator and I may not have a single say in this but the Code is useless! Sure it is better to use it, but the people who don't care if there is a "Precious Code" actually read the stories and looks beyond the words and grasps what we WANT them to read in the first place! That is called a story, a moral, a purpose, and a lesson in a story. People, I am telling you now! Look past the stupid code for once don't use it, I don't care…I have been writing in HBO for a while now, I am still new I admit, but I have realized the CODE is pointless! I am not downing Commander Demetri Wolf, Jillybean, The Greek Elite, Sdn, or Shadow. You guys have guided me and I have looked up to make me a better writer. But please, PLEASE understand my point…Who cares about the code? I am sorry for this rude intro, and as for "Seeds of Revenge" I want to do pairing writer series with my ally and comrade in writing, The Greek Elite. If you can't I understand Alex, I also have a lot of things to worry about. Give me feedback and enjoy Vanguards of the Great Journey-
Vanguards of the Great Journey
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Spirit in the Sky
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A Bold One…
Sacrosanct was an intense orb of silver and indigo. And the clouds skimming it flashed like white gems. Around the planet there were barriers of Forerunner shielding, branching an orbit inside a large terminal.
The station was the source of the mayhem; the Generator of all the massacres the Disciples razed upon the Covenant. Violet-red covers contrived a bastion of irreverence in the cycle of orbiting.
The Elite floated, alone but forceful into the protective perimeter. Bela 'Lehammee coughed more ice as he gracefully driving himself to the Generator. His gullet was scoured with the icy space.
The Arbiter flexed his muscles and paddled toward the generator. The towering station obstructed the beautiful gem of Sacrosanct with a menacing view. Spikes of ramparts guarded the Generator; they were alien looking with the conversion of Forerunner and Disciple technology.
Then from the Generator an impulsive alarm sounded, the alert warred with the silence of space creating a droning echo. Out of the sockets of the Generator the Disciples emitted a blurry shroud.
Bela 'Lehammee reacted, he outstretched his forearm and bent the hilt to the pitch of gravity. The Praised Energy Sword flicked a whisper of power at the Arbiter. He directed his blade toward the shroud and prepared for the worse.
The Disciple's arsenal was very profane, as they tainted the Forerunner's weapons and crossed it with Covenant.
The Arbiter stretched his vision; his eyes traced the shroud and flinched as he realized what it was.
Hail Salvos were raining toward him; they were small and dense barrages binding into waves. The Arbiter scooped his forearm and felt the plasma surge into the blade confining into his palm.
'Lehammee crossed his blade to his chest and marked the fiery tip with the hail. The hail dismissed into him, as he slashed at the sleet with his sword.
The salvos evaporated into the sword as he lashed into the Disciple's weapons. The shrouds of hail blasted away into the space through his flesh as the Arbiter finished the last wave.
'Lehammee panted from the exhaustion, he sweltered an icy sweat as he paddled toward the Generator. The padlocks on the immense station's doors released with an uneasy hiss. The Forerunner energy cables discharged to the doors to disable the atmosphere inside the Generator.
The Arbiter fell into the wavy purple bucklers and dropped in a dim corridor. The Elite held his sword close, beckoning the Mark of Praise to his shadow. The only source of light floated ghastly in front of him, the power of the blade was an emblem of fright that would lead him through the Generator.
There were towering pillars that suddenly emitted into a faint blaze and he heard a clanking coming from the end of the corridor.
The hall was filled with ghostly whispers and the sound of his sword buzzed with a blear glow. The Arbiter trickled a hint of fear but hushed it into his sacred armor. The Disciples were very secrete and powerful, they were known to slaughter Hunter's with a simple stroke of their frigid sabers.
'Lehammee flicked his mandibles in snarl, he was ready for these beasts. His father told him that the Disciples were not Elites, they were their own kind. They were portrayed, as Elites by the Prophet's to hush another war. The Arbiter pondered the Prophet's loss of honesty, but realized the Covenant would do better away from war, even after the acceptance of the Brutes.
Around the pillars darkness moved as one body. More shadows cornered into the gloom and the Arbiter turned facing them. "Reveal yourselves!"
The ghastly whispers broke into a buzzing light. Abruptly the pillars emitted in clusters of blue beams. The tiny beams grazed the structure of the Arbiter, completely depleting his shields.
'Lehammee dove, the beams flexed and maimed his flesh. He ran into the darkness and turned from the pillars, waiting for his shields to replenish.
Then from where he was standing a towering Disciple emerged from the darkness…
The Disciple was a vicious looking monster; it stood taller than a Hunter did. It's body molded into an alloyous cuirass. The silver armor gave reflective terror, even in his eyes. The Disciple's body was lanky but muscular, as it's long arms gripped a silver saber that was embedded into the wrist.
The Arbiter made the first move; he drove his weight into a flip and kneeled to the beast's torso. He pulsed his Energy Sword into the Disciple's stomach, feeling the seeping tan gore onto his fingers.
'Lehammee looked up to watch his victim fall, it didn't.
The face of the Disciple tore into the Arbiters mind, it's face was split into a mask of teeth. The jagged teeth bore into a smile and it laughed.
It reached down with perpetual ease; the blow of the Arbiter's blade created a massive gash but didn't slow it down. The Disciple picked the Elite off his feet, as 'Lehammee released his blade from the gash.
It's massive clamps for hands bore into his neck; the sabers around his wrist brushed his flesh. His eyes glazed and he sighed in pain. Then from the back of his mind he saw the face of Sari.
An invisible pull gripped him and he tore into the Disciple's mask with his hands. From a swift anger he rammed his head into the forehead of the beast and it bled in the tan maw. The Arbiter did an aerial skim and tucked from the Disciple's gangly claws.
He lit his Energy Sword and the Mark of Praise glowed a dubious cyan. He looked up to see the ram in the Disciple's skull made it blind. It was swinging it's arms at the air and the Arbiter curled and ducked from every blow.
'Lehammee lowered himself and swung a even smack to the Disciple's head. In a split moment the tan gore splattered over the floor. He stepped over the body and hooked the sword back into a attack stance.
Then suddenly from the shadows the Forerunner and Disciple beams rayed toward him, but as he ducked the beams halted in mid air. From the pillars the Disciples revealed themselves growling through their gritted masks.
From the mob of the Disciples the Arbiter saw a cage of fire around symbols of Forerunner terminals. The crystal gravity packs signified the captivated Engineers through the fiery jails.
The Arbiter was trapped…
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