It must be Done
By: Renly Baratheon
Summary: This is the POV of a Halo character at the end of Halo 2. Free Imaginary cookies to any that get it right. SPOILERS!!!!
It must be done…
Soon the great journey shall begin. Nothing, the flood, the demon, the infidels, nor the arbiter can stop us.
I somewhat wish that The Arbiter was here so I could thank him for retrieving the Sacred Icon, now he is no doubt dead. I knew from the start that Tarturus would never be able to retrieve the Icon from the confines of The Library. He's too aggressive. But what does it matter.
With Regret and Mercy dead, along with half of the High Council, nothing can stop be now. A sit now in the control room of the ship our Lords let us discover, heading for the one true place of Knowledge, the Ark.
We exit Slipspace to dozens of explosions from exchanged fire between our fleet and the perimeter defense around the planet created by the humans, how primitive.
"My Lord, shall we head to the planet at once." A Brute asks me.
I lift a claw and sent him away. I gaze at the planet, at the Ark. I know the demon is on this ship. Very well, his unworthy eyes can witness the opening into the Divine Beyond.
For good or ill, it must be done.
Those who said this day would never come, what have they to say now?