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Through the Eyes of a Heretic- Part I
Posted By: The Reclaimer<reclaimer_5@yahoo.com>
Date: 23 February 2006, 10:32 pm

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Fan Fiction- Through a Heretic's Eyes- Part I

The Zealot awakened from hypersleep. His eyes were weary; they shouldn't have been here this early.
"High Charity," He paused as he looked through the viewscreen of the command center of the covenant, a massive city the size of most moons that had survived three ages of the Covenant. "I am not welcome here anymore."
A message appeared on the viewscreen. The Zealot sighed as he read it:

Destination: Jaundice and Legacy
Priority: Level 1
Sent Location: High Charity, High Chamber of the Hierarchs

Zealot Zuka 'Fulamnee
Your colossal failure of the destruction of Halo cannot be overseen and treated as a small incident. You had the sole responsibility to destroy one injured human vessel and protect a Holy structure erected by no other than the Forerunners. You have failed in each of these objectives and will be condemned to treason and heresy.
You may wish to request an audience to combat and testify before the high council your acts and possibly have this great disgrace lifted off your head. If not, you may be martyred for an act you did not commit.
We have spared your ship from being destroyed simply based on the fact that you are one of our most valuable soldiers and have became experienced in the combat and tactics of the humans.

Truth, Mercy, Regret
Prophet Hierarchs of the Covenant

"Shall I testify? Or burn in the rubble that I have let Halo become?" The Zealot called one of his best in.
"Yes, High commander?" The Purifier asked.
"I know that I am guilty of the Destruction of Halo. But I have one question for you."
"What do you ask of?"
"Should I kill myself in shame and escape the wrath of the Prophets? Or show in front of the Council and pay for the actions that I am responsible for?"
"Do what is best for the council- The Covenant."
"I shall not take the coward's way out of this travesty that I have created. Ready a Seraph Fighter to take me to the council."
"Aye, sir. One question, sir?"
"You may proceed."
"If you are convicted, what will become of you?"
There was a long pause between the two Sangheli.
"That- I am not sure of."

Part II

"Zuka 'Fulamnee! What has happened here?" A white armor clad elite ran out to the Seraph.
"My friend, I have made a colossal failure."
"I have been sent to escort you to the council. My Lord, I hope the Prophets have mercy."
The two walked through the chambers. Hundreds of troops stood in there, motionless. A path had been carved out of where they dare not stand. It was dead silent, so much to the point where the only noise was the clopping of their hooves on the metallic ground.
"They are expecting you," An honor guard said as they approached the door. "Follow me."
"The High Zealot Zuka 'Fulamnee requests an audience with the council regarding the destruction of the sacred ring."
The entire chamber silenced. Finally, a Prophet on a hover throne moved forward and spoke.
"You have our attention, Zealot. Do you wish to combat your actions?"
There was a silence from the Zealot. "Yes. I do wish to express my actions regarding this mistake."
"Mistake? This is much more than a mistake. This is worthy of treason. This has excelled farther than any mistake!" a young prophet yelled from his seat.
"Enough! There shall be order in this council. You may proceed, zealot."
"I do understand the weight of my actions, but we were overwhelmed."
"How many ships were you against?" The Prophet of Regret asked.
There was a pause and an uneasy feeling growing in the Zealot's stomach. "There was only one ship."
"One. Are you sure?"
"Yes. They called it The Pillar of Autumn."
The Older Prophet of mercy spoke up. "Why was it not destroyed with the rest of their fleet?"
"It fled. As we set fire to their planet. But I followed with all the ships in my command."
A confused look grew across The Prophet of Truth's face. "When you first saw Halo, were you blinded by its majesty?"
The Zealot became confused at this question. "Blinded?"
"This is not good." The escort whispered.
"Paralyzed? Dumbstruck?" Regret added to the question.
"No." The Zealot said defensively.
"Yet the humans were able to evade your ships, land on the Sacred Ring, and desecrate it with their filthy footsteps!" The Prophet of Regret exclaimed.
"Noble Hierarchs, surely you understand that once the parasite attacked-" The Zealot was interrupted by a buzz that grew to a sea of indignant clamoring.
"There will be order in this council!"
"You were right to focus your attention on the Flood, but this demon, this 'Master Chief'" the prophet of Truth continued.
"By the time I learned the Demon's intent, there was nothing I could do." The Zealot added.
There was a pause followed by The prophet of Mercy whispering in Truth's ear.
"You are one of our most treasured instruments. Long have you led your fleet with honor and distinction, but your inability to safeguard Halo was a colossal failure." Truth said.
"Nay! It was heresy!" a councilor yelled.
A outburst of yells rang across the chamber, echoing back and forth his failure.
"I will continue my campaign against the humans." The Zealot declared.
"No! You will not!" The Prophet of Truth exclaimed.
A pair of Jiralhanae move in to arrest him and remove him from the room. He tensed up as to challenge them and they backed off.
The Prophet of Truth continued. "Soon The Great Journey shall begin," the zealot looked back and walked back to the entrance. "But when it does, the weight of your heresy will stay your feet. And you shall be left behind."