Author's Note: This is going to be a little weird, for me at least. I haven't even written in a while, and by that I mean a few years. I'm hoping I can at least keep doing this more consistently. For those who don't know this is a rewrite of an old story that never got any semblance of an end. I will be writing for my other stories as well, polishing them up and what not, so take a look at some of those as well but this story is going to be almost completely rewritten. It will be a different experience than before, hopefully a better one, but a similar sequence of events. I have ranted long enough now, so enjoy the story.
Re-Author's Note: edits to format.
Chief POV
The Covenant can be called many things, but at least they treat prisoners alright. Edible meals every couple of hours, a toilet (that's what I have been using it for at least), a decent place to lie down, and a spacious cell. Defense around the cell is higher than what is typically used by the covenant, probably custom made for me. Even so, they take every precaution. High ranking elites keep watch of the cell as well as a pair of hunters at all times. Grunts and jackals aren't even allowed on this side of the ship. The elites don't tend to converse with me, with the exception of a few. Those elites are more curious than anything, asking about how I am so skilled and my armor. They also have told me what I am even here for. Apparently a Forerunner structure was found on a moon of a distant planet. A monitor has closed it off using a shield, constantly asking for a Reclaimer. According to one of the elites, they have attempted using other humans, but the monitor has rejected all humans, stating "These Reclaimers are not strong enough to survive the transfer! I require a stronger Reclaimer!". "So that is the reason you went through all the trouble of getting me?" I asked the elite. He was the most talkative elite of the watch rotation, sporting dark blue ultra class elite armor. "The commander seems to believe the facility might be a Forerunner weapons cache, and doesn't want to risk forcing ourselves in." "Hasn't stopped you before." "Recent…. accidents have forced us to take a greater edge of caution." Accidents? I remember some rumors about Covenant ships disappearing, even sometimes taking UNSC ships with them.
The door opened at the entrance of the brig, revealing a elites with yellow general class elite armor. "Prepare the prisoner for transport, we reach our destination within the hour." The general tosses a pair of energy cuffs to the blue elite. "Hunters, stay close to the demon. If he makes to even scratch his nose, you have permission to put him down." "You are aware I'm wearing a helmet, right?" "Silence demon, stand near the opposite wall with your arms raised." I did as I was told. "Isn't this a little unnecessary? I came here willingly in the first place, yet you're treating me like I'm going to destroy the ship with a snap of my fingers." "You have killed thousands if not millions of Sangheili and others over the time it took to, as you put it, 'snap my fingers'. Excuse my caution, but I feel It necessary under the circumstances." "War is over buddy. Besides, you have killed more humans than I have killed Sangheili. Cut me some slack." "He has a point sir. Least we can do is forget the cuff…" "Silence! You want to defend the demon, fine by me. You do as you see fit, but he so much as…" "Scratch my nose?" "Silence!" "You like saying that don't you?" The general was getting really frustrated with me. The ultra was trying to signal me to stop, but I was having too much fun with this general. However, luckily for the ultra and probably me, the general made the decision to leave. "Get the demon on that phantom and the moment we reach the destination get it off this ship." He stated as he walked to the door, and just before the door closed, I added, "So I'm an 'it' now?"
Once the door closed, the ultra dared to speak, but only at a whisper, "Are you insane? I expected such a high class warrior not to be so arrogant to make an enemy of a general in the Covenant!" He then heads to the console and lowers the shield. "It will make it all the more sweet when he comes to me for help." The ultra actually laughed at that, and I could have sworn even one of the hunters chuckled, but I am likely mistaken. "Come now, and try not to anger any more high class officers." I walk out of the cell and walk towards the door. The ultra comes to my side, and the hunters follow closely. "I make no promises."
Author's Note: Chapter 1 done, and at the rate I made this, maybe chapter 2 by the weekend. I'm trying a different approach than before, going for a much more comedic story tone if you couldn't tell. I have a schedule I'm trying to keep for this and my other stories. Sense this is starting from scratch, this story will be prioritized till I get it up and rolling. After chapter two I will work on polishing my other stories, then chapter three, and that's about when I will start new chapters for my other stories, so expect a little longer wait for chapter 4. Hope this all works the way I said it above. Comment your thoughts and until next time, see ya!