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Halo Clone Wars: Chapter 3
Posted By: Enthrone Darkness Triumphant<admiralprestoncole@yahoo.com>
Date: 20 February 2009, 1:05 am
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Chapter 3: Wrath of the Triumphant
The Lubyanka
Moscow, Amero-Soviet Union of the United Nations
October 21, 2552
Water dripped through the labyrinth passageways of the underground stone levels inside the infamous Lubyanka. Lights flickered as they swayed from the ceiling and footsteps echoed in the supposedly empty museum of the KGB.
"Set him over there," a cold voice ordered
A figure was thrown into a metal chair with shackles clamping shut onto the prisoner's arms. The figure was still unconscious as it had endured a merciless beating the night before followed by sleep deprivation and finally a few series of injections to knock it out for the remainder of the voyage.
"Wake him up," the same voice ordered. "It is time to begin the proceedings; will the Marshall be joining us?"
"He will be here soon sir," one of the guards responded. "He is bringing a one of the visitors with him; I believe it is the alien girl."
"She'll learn a few things from here then; very well, leave us."
The guards filed out of the room and the metal door slammed shut. The only illumination came from the single incandescent bulb on top of the prisoners head, completely blacking out the figure, who was now lighting a cigar.
Regret was slowly gaining consciousness; his senses were streaming back into his frail figure. His body ached profusely and he had a vulgar smell waft up his nostrils. It was apparent to him that it was coming from his soiled robes mixed with the smoke that was emanating from the mysterious figure.
"Glad you could wake up from your beauty rest, your majesty," mocked the figure. "I am sorry we weren't able to get you a proper throne, so my colleagues improvised."
"What do you want from me?" Regret wheezed.
"Listen to me you motherfucker, I ask the questions here, you just answer. If you do anything else but what I have just said, the consequences will be most…. undesirable," the figure responded coldly. "Now let us begin."
Regret tried to make the speaker out, but he could only see the embers of the object the figure was smoking and it was starting to give him a headache. The figure moved forward and then sat down pulling another chair towards him.
"For 27 years my brothers and sisters died trying to defend our race. 27 fucking years they fought and died, watched their comrades get disemboweled by some four jawed motherfuckers and gas suckers. 27 years of hell my race lived through as we watched our homes burn, our worlds get destroyed." The figure spoke coldly. "Yet, I do not blame those bastards for anything. Do you know why?"
Regret was wondering if he was supposed to reply when the figure started up again.
"Of course you don't, but I will enlighten you on that reason. They were all soldiers; they took orders from people above them and yet even those people aren't to blame. The only person to blame is you and who ever the fuck you work with," The figure said as he inhaled a long drag from the cigar. "You chose to mess around with the wrong race and now you will have to answer to me"
Suddenly four lights turned on behind the figure and the bulb on top of Regret flickered off. Regrets eyes slowly adjusted to the high intensity lumens blaring at him in all their glory. Still Regret couldn't make out the figure; the backlighting was too great for his eyes to compensate for.
"Lets begin the interview shall we; it goes like this, I ask a question and you answer," the figure stated. "However, if you answer wrong, some agony will come about. Understand?"
Regret nodded
"Tell me your highness, how many lights are their behind me?"
Regret was puzzled, are these humans really as stupid as we made them out to be?
"Four," Regret answered
Suddenly, Regret was hit by force that went through him like a thousand blades. It burned the body in the most excruciating pain; it felt like he was being bombarded by the cleansing beam.
"Wrong answer, see what I mean," the figure chuckled. "So I ask again, how many lights are their behind me?"
Regret didn't know what to say, he saw four lights behind that human, yet he was put through the most agonizing pain he knew.
"I don't know, I just see four lights," Regret remarked.
Again he was hit by the same burning fury, only this time it felt longer and more painful.
"Well for a Prophet and leader of a so called invincible race you seriously disappoint me. You cannot even tell how many lights are on? You are seriously pathetic," the figure said as he shook his head. "You know what; I will tell you how many lights there are."
Regret stared into the figures direction.
"There are three fucking lights. So tell me Mr. Prophet of the Covenant, how many lights do you see?"
Regret was dumfounded, what did he mean three lights, their were clearly four.
"There are four lights, just turn around and see them for your self," coughed Regret.
Suddenly the figure walked up to him and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck.
"Don't you ever tell me what to do, you are now the bitch of humanity and you are at our mercy."
With that said the figure smacked Regrets head across the metal table in front of him.
"And you know what, I can go all day your majesty."
Regret slowly picked himself up; his nose was broken by the blow to the table. The discomfort was reaching his limits as blood was trickling down his face and he couldn't move his hands. The next thing he knew, the figure placed a cloth of some sort on his nose and he felt the pain start to recede, he even felt the bones in his nose repair themselves.
"A present from our new friends; they call it 'Bacta,' it really does some miracle work. Too bad we will only use it to repair some damage on you and get back to doing some more." The figure smirked. "Now, would you like to tell me how many lights are on?"
Regret slowly lifted his head towards the obscurity of the figure, and whispered "Three."
The Enthrone Darkness Triumphant
October 21, 2552
"Ahsoka Tano; By the rite of the Council, by the will of the Force, dub thee I do; Jedi Knight of the Republic," Windu's voice boomed through the darkened mess hall.
With the precessions finished, the two flanking Jedi's turned off their light sabers and took off their hoods. One among the Jedi's was a now beaming proudly towards his former apprentice, he too now was promoted, but to Jedi Master.
"I congratulate you on your achievements young Ahsoka," a figure said walking towards her.
"Marshall Zhukov! Many thanks I owe you for saving my skin on that cruiser, without you I wouldn't be standing here today."
"It was my pleasure young one but please walk with me, we have to get groundside." Zhukov smiled. "We have a task to attend to, I require a Republic representative to come with me. Master Windu, I believe you will also be catching a shuttle to Moscow for inspections regarding the forces deployed there?"
"You are correct Marshall; it doesn't leave for another two hours though?"
"But you must get ready; the winter in the Soviet Union isn't always as pleasant as anywhere else."
With the formalities ended, the Marshall and the new Jedi walked out, starting up a conversation on their new mission.
"But Marshall, the interrogation started already? Doesn't this conflict with the constitution of your government?" Ahsoka questioned.
"In times of emergency, the state can always prorogue the rights of citizens for the glory of the greater good. I am saddened to say the constitution has been in hiatus since the war got into full swing since 2530," Zhukov sadly stated. "But tell me Ahsoka, what was it like for you back in your galaxy? I heard that a war had just ended when your fleet arrived here."
"It's a long story sir."
"Thank goodness we have time to kill, so please enlighten me on the proceedings to your arrival. Hood has it lucky being second in charge and being stuck in space but I on the other hand have to deal with politics and state military affairs, being head of military command is not easy." Zhukov smirked.
"Well, you could say it all started about one year after the clone wars had ended……"
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