Journal of Suno Happer (Day 7:Disappearances and Vengance
Posted By: Halo Fanatic 2005<christine46@ntlworld.com>
Date: 7 February 2006, 9:13 pm
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Day 7
Disappearances and Vengance
I sharpened the blade of my Energy Sword with a special plasma enhancer. My rifle shimmered, fresh from the amoury of the carrier Installation of the Gods. I glanced around the craft's interior. The Supreme Commander stood still, watching. He was looking across the Sangheili, I was trying to avoid his glare. He was not looking at me or pilots. Drava and Fagina were talking inconspicuously, probably trying to trace their ancestry back to eachother. Shuffling uneasily, my feet glued to the floor. Half-jaw's head stopped, his eyes stared into space. "Exellency?" 'Yanrotee questioned the Sangheili, obviously noticing what I had. The Commander drifted out of his day-dream suddenly, moving his head with suprisingly fast. "Yes?" he asked aruptly. 'Yanrotee jumped in suprise. "Oh, sorry Execllency, I believed something was wrong." 'Yanrotee tried to keep calm as Exellency was clearly annoyed. However he spoke perfectly calm. "Very well, try not to startle me again unless you are certain of danger." 'Yanrotee nodded and continued speaking to Fagina. I couldn't put my finger on it but something was wrong... The atmosphere was like that of the assault on Earth. Quiet, almost. Half-jaw spoke again, "We will now take vengance on the Jiralhanae for thier betrayal. Should I call them Brutes? That is what Humans call them. Even though we are enemies with them, we share what we think of the Jiral-" he stopped, "My mistake, Brutes. Charge!"
The Brute encapment stood infront of us. Half-jaw commandeered a Wraith. The battle began. It raged long and hard and many Zealots assisted us. I swung up and down with sword, slicing, crunching, stabbing, killing. Over and over in my head I thought of the five rules of close-combat engagements. Swing. Slice. Impale. Stab. Kill. Swing, slice, impale, stab. Kill. Swing, slice, impale, stab, kill. Swing slice impale stab kill! Black blood poured over my eyes when I hit a Jiralhanae's artery. Swarms sorrounded me. I turned and ducked, rolled and fought. Countless dead bodies lay beneath my feet. Pain seared from abdomen where I had been stabbed by a bayonet on the end of a Granade Launcher.
In the end only I and Half-jaw stood standing. However neither Fagina nor 'Yanrotee's bodies were among the dead. Where were they? No time. The Commander gestured for me to come so I took a Spectre and followed.
We rode up the edge of the Brute incapment as a figure in ancient armour walked up.
Half-jaw emerged from his Wraith. As he spoke I saw who the warrior was. "By the rings. Arbiter? the councilours are they-" The Arbiter answered on instict, "Murdered. By the Brutes." He spoke low and cold, as if he didn't want to speak of what had happened. "Vile disloyal beasts! The Prophets were fools to trust them." A Phantom flew past. It landed at a platform branching out of Halo's control centre were Jiralhane Captains were standing gaurd. Tarturas emerged with the Human commander. "What is that place?" The Arbiter asked in confusion, unsure of why Tarturas was there. "Where the Councilors were meant to watch the consecration of the Icon- the start of the Great Journey." The Arbiter looked up high, as if listening to a memory. He finally pivoted towards Half-jaw again. "I must get inside," he requested seriously. The Commander replied on instinct. "Then mount up Arbiter, I know a way to break those doors."
I drove up in a Spectre and Half-jaw climbed aboard as the Arbiter stumbled into the Wraith. We set off yet again, my mind was not on driving the Spectre. I crashed a couple of times and I was ashamed that the commander was not pleased. "Pay attention!" he bellowed furiously. We finally reached the Scarab. It towered over us meanicingly. "That cruiser is controlled by Brutes. I'll remain here; make sure no reinforcements get in behind you." The Commander requested. "Then, I'm going to take the cruiser back." I waited with the commander until the Arbiter had dissapeared. "Come Suno, we will commandeer that Phantom," he said as signaled to a craft flying low.
It began to fire and caught the Commander near his legs. He groaned viciously as he slumped the floor. I began to drag him behind cover. He was hit several more times as the Phantom was obviously aiming for him; the higher rank. I checked my weapons. A Rod Gun! "No," gasped Half-jaw, "We need the weapons on that Phantom!" I thought for a while before putting away the weapon. I pulled up my courage and charged before the driver knew it. I climbed up the Grav-lift and slaughtered the Jiralhane/Brutes inside. The Commander was impressed. I felt ambitious, confident and proud at the same time. I still didn't know where Fagina and Drava were though.
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