[Ganga]

Yeah, well, I've been writing this for a while, and before I start tackling an Inheritance Fan fiction, I thought I'd see what you'd make of this. If you don't like Halo, you don't have to read it, that's fine.

Anyway, it's set after Halo 3, and it's my version of what happens. I hope you enjoy it....

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Prologue

The Lone Sangheili plunged his sword into the human, relishing the way it slid effortlessly into the weak flesh of the inferior being.

Around him lay a multitude of Human bodies, all mutilated in some way by the burning divinity of the Energy Sword.

As he sheathed his blade, the Elite looked out at the horizon, and the setting sun in the distance.

Of course the alliance couldn't have lasted. They were fools to believe otherwise. The Humans, pitiful beings that they were, still held grudges. After several of his brothers were killed by the vengeful creatures, the High Council had decided enough was enough.

They had tried diplomacy at first, asking the Human leader Lord Hood to issue a declaration stating any marine who killed an Elite would be treated like they would if he had killed a fellow Human.

But the fool wouldn't do it, said he could sympathise with the killers of the Elite's, that it was up to them to take steps against the murderers, non violent steps of course.

R'tas Vadum, the exalted leader of their race, had attempted to reason further with Hood, and eventually resorted to threats when the Human refused to accept his terms.

Even those didn't work, and in anger, R'tas had unsheathed his sword and drove it into the guts of the traitor.

And rightly so, the Elite assured himself as he once again questioned himself if what they were doing was right.

The alliance quickly broke up there and then, angry at the loss of their leader, the Humans retaliated, and R'tas was nearly killed in the ensuing escape.

But he had escaped, and was greeted as a hero. By all except that heretic, the Arbiter.

The Elite remembered the confrontation between the two leaders well...

"How could you?" The Arbiter had shouted angrily. "After all the work that had been put in to forming this alliance, you break it with one swipe of your sword"

"I did what I must Arbiter, my honour would not allow me to let this murder carry on!"

"I'm not saying what the Humans did what right, but that's still no reason to kill one in cold blood!"

"Did the humans treat us any differently Arbiter? Slitting our throats whilst we slept, the devious infidels!"

"Be that as it may, you should have continued with diplomacy you fool!" The Arbiter had drawn his sword by then, and was snarling openly at the smaller Elite. R'tas had done likewise.

"Has that what it has come to brother? That you would be willing to kill one of your own over these humans, these worms?"

Averting his gaze to the floor, The Arbiter had sheathed his Blade.

"I cannot kill you R'tas. But I refuse to be part of this insurrection, I'm leaving."

"Arbiter, wait! We need you now more than ever, if you leave, what will that say to the rest of the Sangheili?"

"I care not" The Arbiter had said in an undertone. "For whilst you wage this petty war, I count none of you as brother."

And with that, he had boarded a Spirit drop ship, which were now in use once again after the end of the Prophet's reign, and left without looking back.

The Elite sighed, so much had happened since then. Both sides had sustained heavy losses. But it was too late to call a treaty now. Both races were waist deep in the others blood, and could not climb out.

To end this fighting, they would need a miracle.

This post has been edited by Ganga: 27 April 2009 - 10:22 AM

[Ganga]

Part one: Awakening

"Chief, Chief can you hear me? Dammit John, wake up!" Cortana's voice shouted, echoing in the Master Chief's mind. He could feel the temperature getting hotter, his limbs loosening as they unfroze.

He felt that same feeling he did every time he emerged out of a cryo sleep, stiff, annoyed, and tired.

"What's the situation?" He asked, climbing out of the pod.

"We're about to crash into a planet of some kind, I just thought you should know. Anyway, it may be a good idea for us to leave. Now."

He assessed the situation, his artificially accelerated mind racing through numerous problems and solutions.

"Can you not bring the Dawn in slowly?"

"I would, but the thrusters are in bad shape. If I activated them, there's a 80% chance they could blow."

"Do we have any Pelicans, or a HEV pod?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

"Nope, we're totally out, and we don't have a parachute on board either, no way getting off the ship, or what's left of it anyway."

John could feel the surge as they entered the Planet's atmosphere, and knew they had to get off now, or die.

"There's always a way" He said, walking over to the shattered edge of the broken ship.

"Please don't tell me that you're....oh, you are, excellent."

"It's the only way Cortana, besides, it went well last time; well, sort of."

"Last time? And what do you mean 'sort of'?"

"Brace yourself" He said. Two simple words, then, he jumped.

**********

The Elite approached the Zealot with no little apprehension, he was known to take his anger out on anything in the nearby vacinity when given bad news.

"Noble Zealot, my scouts have just reported seeing something in the sky, a burning comet of sorts, rushing down to the surface."

The Zealot, named Z'thanee, slowly turned his head to face the messenger.

"You interupted me for this?" Z'thanee was tired of managing the citedel he had been appointed to govern, and as a result had developed a short temper.

The smaller Elite Minor gave a noticable flinch, something which pleased Z'thanee.

"We, that is to say, I, thought it may be important, after all, the Humans use such methods to quickly deploy their troops."

The Zealot paused, and leaned forward in his gravity defying chair.

"You could be right there, for once. Take a squad of five and investigate the crash site, if you discover anything of worth, report it to me at once."

The Minor lowered his head respectfully.

"Yes, noble Zealot, it shall be done."

**********

"Aim for that body of water!" Cortana shouted, indicating on his heads up display the ocean in question.

Swerving to the side slightly, John snapped his arms to his side, and prepared himself for what would come. With a huge crash, the Spartan cut through the water and sank several dozen metres below. Luckily the water was very deep, so he avoided major injury.

He swam up to the surface, and crawled onto the rocky shore.

"See? No problem." John said, collapsing onto the floor.

He looked up into the ruby red sky. He could see no trace of the Dawn, it must have disintergrated in the atmosphere.

"So, how long was I under ice for?"

"I'd say about two months, give or take."

Two months? It wasn't as bad as he had been expecting, but it was still quite a long time.

"Any idea where the hell we are?" He asked, surveying the scenery around them. The vegetation in the area was tall, and strange birds could be seen up in the sky.

"Your guess is as good as mine. No where near Earth, but we're still in it's galaxy."

That was a relief. John had been worried they might have been sent to a dark, unknown corner at the edge of the universe.

"We'd best set up camp." John said, already snapping branches of trees to start a fire.

"Agreed, tommorow we can do some scouting around, see if this planet has any advanced life on...wait."

"What is it?" The Chief said, slowly drawing out his weapon.

He was still carrying the Spartan laser Johnson had used before his death, the one John had used to kill the Monitor. Johnson had made a few modifications on it, placing a nuclear battery inside; expensive, but effective. The laser's charge would last a long time, he could fire a hundred shots and not even waste one percent of the battery.

"I'm picking up multiple figures heading this way, odd, my sensors are showing them as Elites."

"Really? That's a relief then." John lowered his weapon, things were turning out perfectly, if Elites were here then he'd have a way to contact Earth, and Lord Hood.

"Chief, I wouldn't relax just yet, I've hacked into their com chatter and they seem to be on the offensive."

How strange, thought John, surely their HUDs would show him as human. He raised the weapon again, finger resting upon the large, black trigger of the Spartan laser.

Suddenly, six Elites burst into his small camp, all holding Covenant Energy swords, adapted from Forerunner technology.

"Demon...." One of them growled, advancing upon him in a menacing manner. John slowly backed away. He could only see five Elites now, hadn't there been six before?

"Whoa...easy there. I'm a human, we have an alliance...."

The Elites began to laugh, a deep, intimidating one.

"You have been gone a long time Demon, things have changed..."

"What the hell are you talking about? Where's the Arbiter?" John challenged, hands gripping ever tighter upon the laser.

"All will be explained shortly Demon, but for now, I grow tired of this talk." He turned to face the others. "Take him".

John didn't care if they still had an alliance or not, all he knew now was that he was in danger, and so was Cortana. His combat instincts kicked in, and he readied himself for action.

Four of the Elites charged as one, the one who had done the talking hanging back, with a sneer upon his sharp face.

The Chief held down the trigger, and the Spartan laser's end glowed a deep, vibrant red, then discarged. A beam of concentrated light hit one of them square in the chest, burning a hole through the alien flesh. With a whisper, the Elite silently fell to the ground.

The remaining ones cried out at the loss of their 'brother', and one lunged directly at John, aiming for his heart. Reacting quickly, John hit the ground and rolled away from the lunge, ending up directly behind the attacker. With a grunt, he crashed the butt of the Spartan laser into the Elites chest, puncturing the thick lungs inside. Wheezing, and crawling desperately along the ground, the Elite began to move around in circles, frantically trying to draw breath. As one final attempt to do so failed, the Elite collapsed, and moved no more.

John was confident he could win, the Elites were of a low rank, and only two, not including who he assumed to be the leader, remained. He still couldn't see the sixth Elite who had mysteriously vanished earlier though.

He charged his laser, and another beam came forth, this time burning into the side of one of the Elite's head, killing him instantly. The remaining one was backing away now, fear present on his face, and the leader's confident sneer had vanished, to be replaced by a uncertain scowl.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of an active camoflage deactivating behind him, and before he could retaliate, the strong fist of the sixth Elite hammered into the side of John's head, knocking him to the ground in a daze.

The last thing he saw before he blacked out was the sight of two Elite's rushing towards him, victory clear in their expressions.

"Welcome to Sanghelios Demon....." He heard one faintly say, then, darkness.

[HBomb]

I haven't read any H3 fanfics or anything so I can't compare this with something, but it was pretty good. Keep going.

[Ganga]

Thanks mate. I've already got quite a bit of it done, so I'll release it bit by bit.

Part Two: Trial

When John came to, he was standing in a hall, one filled with thousands of Elites, as well as numerous Grunts and Hunters who had remained loyal to them at the time of the Great schism from the Covenant.

He turned his head, and noticed before him several Elites, towering over him. He suddenly realised he was on the floor, supported by his knees, and stood up. Noticing this, several Honour Guards rushed up to him and bashed him with the blunt end of their staves, sending plasma coursing through his body. He fell to the ground again. John was still in his Mark VI armour, evidently the Elites had been unable to find the codes needed to release the titanium plated joints.

A rough hand grasped him by the shoulder, and hoisted him up. Several metres in front of him, atop of the jewel encrusted marbled stairs were three Elites, sitting upon glowing gravity chairs.

"Demon", the one in the middle began. "You are brought before the High Council, so we can decide your fate."

There was uproar among the rest of the Elites, he heard the phrase "Kill him" used many a time.

"Silence!" The one on the right ordered. He received it in an instant. The middle one, who he assumed to be the leader, began speaking again.

"The situation here is..." He searched for the right word, "complicated."

John had held his tongue until now, but he couldn't stay silent any longer.

"What the hell is going on?" He asked.

The middle Elite sighed, he seemed to be old. John hoped he was wise too.

"Due to a multitude of events, we are once again at war with your species. We would have preferred to avoid it, but our honour demanded it."

"You never learn do you? There is nothing honourable about war, only suffering can come from it."

The one on the left spoke for the first time.

"That's rich, coming from you Demon. How long does it take you after battle to wash the blood off of your hands?"

John lowered his head. The Elite was right, despite how misguided he seemed.

"Enough please." Said the middle one. "We will get no where like this."

"Yes, Kaidon A'trinr." The left Elite spoke, he sounded bitter, envious perhaps.

"Now, even though we bear you no ill will Demon, it was not you who started this war, we cannot let you go free, you are loyal to the Humans."

"We should kill him and be done with it!" A Councillor in the crowd shouted.

"No. There is no need for that, we are civilised beings are we not?"

"More so than him..." The Elite on the left said.

"High Councillor K'zath, if you cannot keep your spiteful comments to yourself, I shall have you flayed." Spoke the Kaidon.

John had had it.

"Enough with this crap, where's the Arbiter? I thought he was in command."

The three Elites gave a visible squirm, they were obviously uneasy about the subject.

"The Arbiter chose to...travel his own path, rather than fight in the war. He is a coward." The Kaidon said.

"I think not, you and the rest of the Elites are the real cowards, you and your false sense of honour. It's no wonder the Prophets replaced you with apes, they had more guts than you." John said, provoking them. A new chorus of "kill him" broke out across the hall.

"Enough taunts Demon, my patience grows weary. There are hundreds in here who would happily rip you to pieces, and throw your mangled body of the cliff edge. However, it is not for them to decide. I have chosen to place you in a cell, you shall be treated as a guest, but you are not allowed to leave this city, and can go no where without the presence of at least fifteen guards of the highest rank."

"You can't hold me in a prison forever." John said, knowing that Cortana could disable any security system the Elites had cooked up. Speaking of which, where was she?

"I assume you mean your Construct will free you." The Kaidon began, a smug grin on his worn face. "And that she could...if she were alive, that is."

The room turned cold, and darkness crept into the room.

"What have you done to her?" John demanded, shaking with fury.

"It matters not, she was only a machine. Our Engineers destroyed her, she was too much of a risk." The Elite said hurriedly, suddenly nervous.

"You killed her?!?"

Blinded by fury, John wrenched free of the Honour Guards holding him. They raised their staves to knock him down, but with lighting reflexes, the Spartan grabbed one, turned it around, and swung it in an arc, once. Two heads toppled to the floor.

"Stop him!" Shrieked A'trinir, and several more Honour Guards entered the fray. He killed one, stabbing it in the neck, and felled another with a glancing blow from the Stave's side.

More and more rushed forward, and eventually John was subdued by sheer numbers, over five dozen Honour Guards surrounding him. He was knocked down by a blow to the head, and everything became a blur.

"You are lucky I am lenient Demon!" A'trinr shouted after him, as he was taken away. "After such an event, most would change their minds about only throwing you in a cell!"

He saw himself being dragged through a door, then once again blacked out.

[wolffy]

Yeah i like this.
Although i think it is a bit unrealistic. As the elites and humans lost so many lives fighting side-by-side against the covenant.

I'm writing another halo story called halo:4

check it out

[Ganga]

Yeah i like this.
Although i think it is a bit unrealistic. As the elites and humans lost so many lives fighting side-by-side against the covenant.

I'm writing another halo story called halo:4

check it out

Well, you do realise the Elites have a very tight honour system right? Any attack on them will result in a retaliation. But don't worry, the first few parts are weak, it gets much better later on.

I will read yours, and I'll see if it needs any work done on it.

By the way, do you go on Bungie.net? You should post it there too.

[Ganga]

Very short this part, I was thinking about editing it into Part Two, but for some reason decided against it. I'll post Part 4 after I get a reply or two. It's very interesting....

Part three: Assassination

"How much are you willing to pay?" The Assassin asked, with nods from his two partners.

"When I become Kaidon, you can have whatever you need"

"You do realise that if we fail, or honour compels us to reveal who you are, and you pay the price?"

The Elite in the shadows waved him down.

"I know the rules of succession. Do not fail me."

The Assassins bowed their heads.

"We shall do our best." They scurried off into the night, ready to kill.

High Councillor K'zath smiled, things were turning his way.

*******

John was tossed into the cell, barley coherent. He just about heard an Honour Guard growl something in his face, then saw them leave. He surveyed the cell. He wasn't bound in any way, other than the powerful energy barrier in place of a door. John suspected that inside the alien walls lay similar, wafer thin barriers too.

The world began to come back to him, and he slowly stood up. He tested his theory, and with a grunt, kicked the wall, shattering the thick metal. Through the crack, he saw blue. It seemed he was correct.

After waiting around for what seemed like hours, dinner came. It was a Grunt who brought it, under the protection of Honour Guards. After the barrier was deactivated, the small alien placed the meal down, never taking his eyes of John.

"Boo!" the Spartan said. The Grunt couldn't have run away faster if there was a pack of hungry Jackals on his tail. The barrier was erected again.

It looks like things were going to get very boring very soon. But it was fine. John could wait. One day, someone would make a mistake, and that would be when he would break free. There was still that Energy barrier to think about though. Things would be so much easier if Cortana were with him.

*********

The Assassins stole through the dark corridors of the Citadel, silencing all they came across. They were close to the Kaidon's chambers now, and they could hear the footsteps of the two Honour Guards up ahead. They were talking to each other.

"A tough day today, I was worried when the Demon went insane in the hall." One said, as he passed the other.

"Indeed, but he is locked up now, where he belongs." The two guards parted ways, each going to patrol a different end of the corridor.

As one approached the assassins, they chose that moment to strike. Without a sound, they fell upon the Honour guard, who gave a startled cry before succumbing to death. The other one paused in his tracks.

"Malthusian? What is it?"

The three assassins veered around the corner, and stabbed the guard in the head with the small plasma daggers they carried. The entrance to the Kaidon's quarters was now empty.

One went over to a terminal, and began hacking into the door controls. As he finished, the door slowly slid open, silently. They crept into the room, and saw Kaidon A'trinr asleep in his chair, head slumped slightly to the side. Creeping up behind him, they raised their daggers to strike.

Suddenly, as a dagger flew down through the air, the crack of an energy sword was heard, and A'trinr blocked the dagger with it's side.

"So, yet another assassination attempt." He said, standing up. "Let me guess, K'zath? Yes, it would be him, I have seen the way he looks at me when I hold council, craving more power."

"May you die with honour" One of the assassins said.

"Haha, we'll see" A'trinr smiled, knowing he was far too old to win. But he had accepted this would happen a long time ago. He was ready to die. His only regret was that the Demon was now in danger, despite his best efforts to have it otherwise.

********

Hours later, John was awoken by someone descending the stairs down to his cell. It was an Elite minor, not an Honour Guard for a change. The tired Spartan rose.

"Demon. Kaidon A'trinr is dead. High Councillor K'zath has succeeded him. The Elite paused. "His first decree as Kaidon is that you are to be executed one week from now...I'm sorry."

It looked like John's luck had finally run out.

[wolffy]

Yeah i like this.
Although i think it is a bit unrealistic. As the elites and humans lost so many lives fighting side-by-side against the covenant.

I'm writing another halo story called halo:4

check it out

Well, you do realise the Elites have a very tight honour system right? Any attack on them will result in a retaliation. But don't worry, the first few parts are weak, it gets much better later on.

I will read yours, and I'll see if it needs any work done on it.

By the way, do you go on Bungie.net? You should post it there too.

Yeah but that is the point the have a honour to there dead who fought for the elites with the humans.


I liked the new chapter it was good and descriptive.