AN: This is my second story ever. This will be a fic with OC's and a plot rewrite and twist. Many things are going to be possible in this fic depending on how my mind works during writing. Will also be first person. Well on with the show.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with the halo series.
Greetings. My name is Ferdu Ganailee a sangheili, but my human friends call me Spike due to the many spike attachments on my armor. I used to follow the ways of the covenant, but after an encounter with some rebel Sangheili I finally understood something. However, more into that later on for now a story must have a beginning.
It was a beautiful day on our home world, Sanghelios, but it was also a dark day. For many years their had been no heretics, but recently many had appeared. I was among many of the young warriors recruited for combat that day, sixteen in human years. We were given our blue recruit armor and tossed onto phantoms to "fight for the glory of the hierarchs and punish the treachery." Many of us would not return.
A zealot walked through our ranks sizing us up before placing us in squads. I was placed in a small four man squad with another recruit, a veteran, and a commander. The veteran seemed to look down upon us two recruits, but it was like he despised me especially. The other recruit and I looked at each other at each other. I remember all he could do was smile, even in the face of death he smiled, his mandibles turned up in a familiar way to humans.
He offered his hand which I shook happily, "Greetings, I am Recodo Dessamee, who are you my new battle brother?" he asked. I inclined my head, "I am Ferdu Ganailee brother, pray tell, have you any idea where we are bound?" He seemed about to answer when the veteran stood placing his face close to mine, "You will go where you are told without asking questions recruit." he snarled the last word spittle flying from his mandibles.
What happened next is forever burned into my memory. Our commander stepped forward placing a hand on the veteran pulling him away from our stunned faces, " Enough Saderg, leave them be." he said gently yet firmly. I gaped at him my mandibles splayed wide in awe. He stood there the very being every one of us strived to be.
He was muscular even for a Sangheili, but he moved with great agility. His body was encased in the standard under armor and his white over armor. His eyes displayed great wisdom and his skin scars of distant battles won. He looked us over with a grin splaying over his mouth saying, "So you two are now in my squad, welcome, I am your commander, Jeradoo Messayee, and this," he motioned toward the veteran, " is my blood brother, Saderg Messayee." He waited for us to introduce ourselves.
We responded quickly standing to attention. He waved his hand, "please relax for now, there will be time for tension later," He waited for us to sit again before sitting as well earning a glare from his brother, "Brother," he scowled, "it is not right for a squad commander to be at ease on the edge of battle." Jeradoo dismissed his brother's statement with another wave of his hand, "Now I am as new to this squad as you are so why don't we fully introduce ourselves, you start." he motioned at Recodo.
Recodo smiled gleefully as he began recounting his life. He had been born to a family know for it's dexterity and natural stealth abilities. His family trained them in their art from the time he could walk and hold a weapon. His family often praised him on his unnatural talents in those fields as a whole. He spoke for a great deal of time about his accomplishments before finishing.
Jeradoo latched to every word, "Well what do you think Saderg?" he asked turning to his sibling. Saderg snorted, "A natural show off I think." Recodo looked at his feet in shame. I couldn't help it,I stood indignantly pointing a finger at the veteran and said quietly enough the other squads on the phantom wouldn't hear me, "You have no right to be rude as thus." He stood and put his face close to mine again and began to snarl. Normally I would have stood down immediately, but in my anger I stood the challenge and let loose a growl that surprised even myself. We stood for several seconds glaring at each other.
Jeradoo's laughter cut in, causing us both to look at him. He laughed until tears welled in his eyes, "He's not afraid of you at all Saderg." he continued to laugh. Saderg returned his glare to me, "He should be, he should be begging me for mercy if he knows who we are brother." Jeradoo stood wiping a tear out of his eye, "Well he doesn't know who we are so let me enlighten him before you make your final decision." And thus Jeradoo told the two of us the exploits of his brother and him, the countless battles and deaths they had witnessed.
Recodo and I sat in silence, admiration for the two battle hardened warriors before us evident on our faces. Jeradoo continued talking of their early years of service as his brother basked in the memories of the fights. He finished up a story of fighting with one of the arbiters, now dead, against one of the major battles in the rebellion of the Unggoy. When he finished Saderg pointed at me and snarled, "Now explain who dares to challenge me!"
I stood tall as my long dead father taught me to when telling others my name and in the tone he said demanded respect I calmly said, "I am Ferdu Ganailee." The veteran took a step back at my tone. Jeradoo stood and spoke, "Well now as more experienced fighters it is up to my brother and I to see your strong points one-on-one," he paused to let it sink in, "Saderg, you will take Recodo to training room forty-two when we reach the ship, understood?" It was less of a question and more of an order.
Saderg mumbled under his breath, "Yes sir." Jeradoo nodded in recognition of the affirmative. It took us twenty units to reach the ship. I looked over my new home carefully. It was a regular cruiser in good condition. What captured my attention, however was the name of the ship, the Dark Revelation. At the time I didn't know how aptly named it was. Well maybe I did, as we approached the hanger I had a feeling of foreboding.
Our phantom met with a long line of others going into the hanger. We finally dismounted and we followed our commander through the long purple-hued hallways to a large room filled with other recruits. I looked around the room taking it all in. It was a large stadium room with a pedestal in the middle surrounded by tiers and tiers of seats. Many of the recruits were seated while others stood around or played Goudinka, a card game. I looked to see our commander waiting patiently for our attention.
He pointed to two vacant seats in one of the rows toward the middle, "You both will sit there for the orientation." We nodded and he walked out of the room. Recodo and I looked at each other and clicked our mandibles, our shrug, and went to our seats. For what seemed forever we waited and then another Sangheili walked in. he walked in wearing white armor like our commander's, but we didn't even need the symbol on his shoulder to know he was a shipmaster.
He stepped up to the pedestal and suddenly a large hologram of him appeared before us, causing many, myself included, to gasp. He looked around at all of us, his eyes taking in each and every one of us. Slowly he spoke in a kind, yet gravely voice that resonated off the walls, "Recruits, you, all of you, have been given the honor to grace the army of the covenant. The hierarchs themselves have seen as such that all of you be handpicked for this privilege. We here will teach you to the best of our ability to be the best soldiers the covenant could ever ask for. You need not have fear, for the hierarchs have blessed your victory. For each one that falls in service a place in heaven is ready. Here on this ship, young warriors, you will learn combat and out there, on the battlefield, you will quench your bloodthirstiness with the blood of your enemies."
He looked at us again, "This is my ship and your home, that makes me your battle father, now look to the Sangheili around you for each and every one of them is now your brother or sister. Your lives are now belonging to the covenant. Welcome to the glorious covenant armada!" His shout was drowned out by the furious war cries of millions of recruits. I, however, stayed quiet, wondering what sick things they would ask of us.
AN: Ok there it is. Chapter one of my new series, A Heretic's Struggle. Just to clarify a few things the elite telling the story has human influence from later on so he'll talk more human than most elites would. I also tried to spell things like the name of the planet to the best of my ability, but I'm not even sure if that is really the name I just read the name in several others fics so I went with it. So please R&R and tell me what I can improve and what you like as it is, Yes there will be some romance later on, but not for a while I want it to build up. let's just say I'll hint at her every now and again. I actually feel like I rushed this one what do you guys think? Well later.