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Fate Continuum
Prologue: Same Name, Different Story
Human Calendar 7-7-2531
File Location: High Charity Data Library.
File Type: Document
Subject: Trial of D'rok Tallaham.
Starting Document
On this day the Covenant, remaining its glorious might, lost an unfortunate battle with the Human 'Parasite'. In the early hours of the day the planned scenario was initiated prematurely by 'paranormal circumstance'. Siberia, as the Humans had named the planet, was a Human stronghold; holding uncalculated supplies and reinforcing military vehicles.
The reason for defeat, strange as it may seem unrealistic, was put to blame a single Sangheili: SpecOp Major, D'rok Talahamee. Tallahamee was charged with unauthorized use of space craft, use of Human technology, and suspected heresy. Tallahamee had, according to himself, indirectly alerted the Human defenses, leading to our eminent and slow defeat.
K'an Retmar'ee, a fellow SpecOp Major, along with Minor, G'rek Malak'ee, responded to D'rok's grounded craft. D'rok upon examination was found dehydrated, weak, and both physically and mentally exhausted. He remained silent and strangely stricken with a smile as, and even after the fact, K'an escorted him to the Cafeteria.
Once replenished and healthy he was taken to the court on High Charity. The great prophets of Regret and Solace tried against Tallahamee. The ruling was inconclusive, as the final decision was quickly changed once Talahamee informing the prophets of the failure and demise of the Arbiter.
The punishment was minor compared to its original severity; he would be branded upon his dominant hand with dishonor. Never again would he 'officially' be allowed to address his suffix. Finally he would be forced to hold his current rank until high council bid otherwise.
After receiving his punishment, D'rok chuckled simply. When asked why he replied that he just was happy. The prophets then informed him that he should be shameful. Before being escorted into a cell,
D'rok replied defiantly: "why should I? We all hold shame, more you than I"
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Jun19th, 2552 (Human Calendar) 0519 (5:19AM)
D'rok sat up from his bed; setting his data pad next to him. He had just refreshed his memory on his long past trial. It was one of the few things he used to prevent forgetting where he had come from; of how he became himself.
He set his data pad down; finishing reading the verdict and explaining of his trial from long ago. Almost instinctively, he looked down at his bare wrist; his eyes slowly went over the scared brand on his skin.
He had already been up for awhile, as he always was early in the morning. With a sigh he got up from his bunk and stretched his tired legs. After quickly stretching the rest of his weary body, he walked over to the holo-reflextor window which rest clamped to the wall. He looked in an almost grim manner at the scar over his slightly squinted eye.
He began to do several series of exercises; a habit he had started even before gaining his Sangheili stature. After 20 or so minutes of this, he sat back on his bunk and checked his data pad once again. He almost doesn't notice the PDA telling him that he had a message in his "flood" folder. Seeing as this was nearly uncommon, he checked it quickly.
Surprising it was an email; this caused the quick question of how that was in the junk folder. Pressing his dominant index finger against the soft gel-esc screen, he opened the message and began to read.
CC: SM. Naki Cimutee
Subject: Voluntary Help Needed
Date: ~June 18th 23:45~
I am opening up a voluntary position for recovery of subject for a medical experiment, Special Operations preferred. It pays well. I will offer more information upon acceptance.
End
With a soft 'hmm', he typed his response "Hello, Dr. Cimutee. I am Special Operations Major D`rok 'Tallaham, I am responding to your message, is there a location and time where I should meet you?"