Halo: The New Covenant
By: Masterloard
This book is dedicated to the men and women who
Fought and died on the foreign soils of the worlds many wars.
Chapter 1
The Arbiter walked down the Improvised council hall in the center of the ex-covenant star ship "the devout leader". It used to be a large ship, before the hard fight for earths very survival, in which I was nearly torn in half when an unseen brute projectile blasted through the downed shields as they were about to fire upon the forerunners command ship. They successfully killed the engines and brought about the death of the last of the High charity's commanding prophets demise, the Prophet of Truth, but at the cost of half their crew.
So, over all, the leading prophet that remained alive was, well, slaughtered. But, there was still a major issue- the matter of the remaining prophets, the ones who would take the place of their dead leaders, as they knew would take place, even if the flood did manage to take out some of them, they would undoubtedly have a new prophet of truth, mercy, and regret. That means an all out attack on the many "rocks" they decided to hide under.
That was the purpose of the meeting that joined the forces of the Elites, a few grunts, a large contingent of hunters, and the humans. As the arbiter boldly strode down the Titanium A hall, he felt that he could have cut the tension in the air with one of those humans basic… what do they call it… buttterr knives, yes, that is what they called them, those useless things that they sometimes had grabbed when they were surprised in their dwellings.
He stood then at the head of the hall with the humans known as Sgt. Johnson and the till' recently hated enemy, the daemon, master chief.
"Greetings, and halk'nar nic brothen. I know that you all know why I called you here, for we have been tossed away by our former leaders, left to be slaughtered by the hated brutes, and if we don't make new alliances, then we will all, the humans included," at this, Sgt. Johnson and the master chief stepped forward and nodded to all in the counsel hall, to the applause, if even uneasy, from the humans, "be slaughtered. No if, ands, or buts about it as I believe you humans say." He said looking inquiringly at the chief and Sgt. They nodded
As he finished the statement, a single grunt jumped up and started clapping and yelling his approval, and after a few seconds of glaring, realized that he was the only one doing so, that and this was no time for clapping, so he decided to uneasily sit back down embarrassedly and shut up.
"Now, as you have probably figured out, we have one group of creatures that is pissed off at us but is willing to accept any help possible, and was smart enough to survive this mess our former leader imposed on them, and that is the humans. Now as I believe the way they reduced our numbers upon the initial assault on there home planet is they used a captured ship they had upgraded as a bomb to blow up half of our fleet, or more. If this true, than we both, the humans and what's left of our races included, have much to gain.
"Now, with this in mind, we have different traditions and one that the humans have found that works is something they call 'Damokracee', that is where the people all get together and 'eelect' a leader. Now, what I suggest is that, if it has worked for them, it might work for us, so I would like to call a meeting so which we can make a leader for our peoples and work for peace."
After a few seconds, the little grunt realized that this was the time to clap, and did so with a new vigor screeching "I agree, and would like to place my vote… LONG LIVE THE ARBITER!"
After the initial shock of such a diminutive figure taking such an initiative, a total of 3 seconds, an Elite stood up and clapped, then a hunter, than another, and another, till the room soon filled with the sounds of "LONG LIVE THE ARBITER, LONG LIVE THE ARBITER!"
After about 20 minutes of defining sounds, the room finally settled down. This was the queue for the master chief and Johnson to step foreword with the president of earth between them.
"It's good to see all you men and women here today, for it is my great belief that this call for peace is only about 953,000,000,000 lives late, but it is important to take life as it comes at us, and that this is one of the biggest leaps for man kind since we landed on our moon. Now, as you have probably expected since the calling of this meeting, how can we be sure about your intensions? We can never be to curious about a former enemy's intentions when they ask for peace"
"We have been thrown out by our former leaders to fend for our selves, hell, even worse; we are being hunted down by them! Just ask your master chief."
The president looked at the Spartan, who nodded. "Mr. President, it's true, I was in side the covenants "holy city" when they were evicted." he said, his voice going to a faint whisper, "I was the reason. The elites were "unable to protect the prophets" when I was warped there".
"Ok. Your story checks out, now, seeing as how the people of your kind seem to be nearly unamanus as electing you, and as we saw in the defense of earth, you are a great war leader, so this is the time where I wish to offer you peace. So, on behalf of the UNSC, and the entire human controlled star systems," he said in an official manner, "we wish to offer a peace treaty, and a permanent strategic alliance. or as you might call it, the new Covenant for peace and friendship."
The Arbiter did what they all could tell was supposed to be a smile at this last comment,and said "And on behalf of the banished Elites and their close allies, we accept this call for a new Covenant."