Halo: The Beginning of the End
By Chief Ratchet
(A.N: Hope you enjoy this!)
Prologue:
Explosions ranged across the whole battle as the Sangheili clad in special ceremonial armour fired a Brute Shot grenade launcher at the Brutes, or Jiralhanae that were set up at the other end of the tunnel. Red plasma bolts raced across his vision, causing him to duck back. Next to him, he heard a battle cry as the Sangheili clad in shining gold armour, showing his rank of a Field Master or a Zealot, charge across the tunnel, his Energy Sword, an upgrade of the original Plasma Sword, glowing.
The Jiralhanae took an exception to this threat, and directed their streams of plasma at him. Suddenly, next to the ceremonial clad Sangheili, two lances of blue flew by, imbedding themselves into one of the Jiralhanae's skulls. The body then dropped with a loud thud. Two of the Jiralhanae then turned to face the Sangheili that had just fired those two shots. He raised his weapon, getting a bead on his head… suddenly; he found a glowing blue ball sticking to him. Letting a roar of rage, it was lost when the explosive went off, sending his body airbourne. The last one turned to his primal instincts, threw down his weapon and was about to charge off in the direction of the Sangheili when a blade of plasma cut though the air, and wedged itself in his head, ending his time on the ring.
The Arbiter stepped out nodded respectfully at the Zealot that had just killed the last Jiralhanae, and stepped over the body. He scrounged for some ammunition for his weapons, and when he was confident that he had enough ammo and grenades, stepped out of the doorway and into the bright light outside.
Half running, half walking, he stopped outside when his hearing picked the noise of a Wraith mortar tank closing in on his position. Suddenly the hull of the tank appeared behind a rock, and slowly, the rest of the Wraith came around the corner. Starting to back up, he noticed that the two automated plasma turrets swiveling to track any targets that came within range.
The tank now started to approach him, and with every unit it got closer, he took a few steps back to avoid having the tank hit him. Raising his weapon, he tracked the tank, even as it got closer. When the tank was within the range close enough to for him to punch, the tank stopped. Confused at why the tank would stop, he nonetheless raised his weapon in case there was a Jiralhanae inside. Suddenly, the hatch of the tank popped open and a Sangheili wearing blindingly white armour, showing his rank of a SpecOps Commander. The Arbiter instantly recognized who he was, mostly because of the fact that both of his left mandibles were blown off his face. The Arbiter knew his name. Universally, his nickname was 'Half-Jaw' named for obvious reason. Less known was his real name. His real name was Zuka 'Zamamee.
(A.N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Read and review please!)
