April/21/2006
Path of Hidden Chapters.
By Vile Deadboss
Notes: Okay, Before you start reading, allow me to say there is and will be Shounen ai/Yaoi/MalexMale stuff later. Nothing to explicit, just hints. Possibly more depending how this story turns out. But in anycase, this is just random and during my obsession with the Games, books, and everything else that is Halo. I felt compelled to write something and so I did. I wrote alot, but this is one of my tamer ones that I felt like sharing. If you have a problem with two male aliens liking eachother, then don't read it. Simple as that. To those who don't mind that sort of thing. Enjoy.
Chapter I: The Mission.
They weren't sure what they were heading for, but they knew it wasn't good. A heavy ominous feeling was in the air. It was tense enough as it is for the fact that the Humans had found Halo and that needed to be dealt with immediately. Ontop of that, they had to get to Halo and it's controls before the Humans, and protect it in anyway possible from them. Nobody had expected the worse however to why the Halo was created and what laid dorment within it. They had an idea what it could be, just not a full clue as to what yet.
"That's where we need to go."
a long finger pointed to the holographic map of Halo and to the location that was flashing red. The finger retracting as the golden armored Elite. The Zealot, turned his head this way and that, a brief glance for any reactions from the rest of the Elites in the color of silver, red, and blue. "The Ship Master insists we store our weapons cache there as well would like us to check out the temples about. He thinks there is something there we could use against the humans."
"Leader.." one of the crimson armored Elites spoke up, uncertain their tone was. "The red blocks.. what do they mean? We know where the main controls are and have been keeping them heavily guarded. Why is it that we need to protect those as well?"
The golden armored Elite lowered his head to press a few of the holographic buttens to show more images of the flashing red marks, land marks of Halo that were small and few they had passed by not realizing they were there. "That is why I am sending you all here in this room now, to go find out. To see why those temples are locked, what they are protecting and to get to them before the humans do."
Non of them couldn't object as they knew they had a duty to do, not to otherwise would've been a far worse fate than what the humans would do. After the brief meeting to check out the temples that were dorment, the first to check out was in a swamp area. A few ships filled with the Elites in command, the Jackels and Grunts following in tow but leaving the hunters behind as they didn't see the need to bring them. Not just yet. The ride was long, and it was three units since they left the destination of the main control tower.
The crimson Elite, the leader of a handful of the blue armored Minor Elites, rested back against his seat. Eyes shut a moment in catching some rest for he felt he wasn't going to get any once they reach the swamplands. Rethinking of the whole meeting and not able to shake off the feeling that hovered about.
It is wrong..
The words echoed and almost continously in his mind. He felt death lingering about but he had felt that since they had attacked reach, and he was no longer sure if it was for him or the Minors with him. The air felt more heavy however, with not just the sense of Death, but of Fear, Guilt. Of something that should be left alone. Unfortunately he couldn't place his finger down on what was wrong. The fact they were entering places of Halo they were not supposed to and should leave for the Hierarchs of the Covenant to do. Or could be there was something on Halo that was supposed to be left alone, period? They needed to win this war against the humans, it meant the freedom for his kind, the freedom for all kinds assumingly but mainly his kind.
Van Rukamee.
Such thoughts, of taking over Halo to use against the humans, to be free. Were nothing more but a fantasy, a vision that most have given up on yet at the same time still cling to in a way. Unfortunately such fantasies and visions cannot chase away the fact that the air was still heavy and those feelings still surrounded him. He tried to bring up questions of reason, to leave these temples be and concentrate alone on the humans demise for it wasn't many of them. One ship that was taken down, was it necessary to try to take over Halo while trying to rid of the humans on it?
Rukamee...
His eyes shot open, surprised to hear his name called and not in full. He turned his attention to the one whom called him by his name and not by his rank. "Field Commander or not, you will learn to hold your tongue for the use of that name or I get rid of it for you." His honey colored eyes narrowed. The said Elite mearly chuckled at the threat as he lowered to sit beside the other, the silver armor somewhat glinting from the dim light the ship provided.
"It's been awhile since I used your name, and you were not responding to the properly addressed rank anyways." mandibles formed a smirk to his friend, that made the crimson Elite scowl in disapproval. "Not my fault that you respond to your fem-"a hand was quick to rise and immediately placed over the other silver one's mouth, not allowing him to finish that sentence. The crimson one gave a quick glance around to make sure no other heard them before that hand would lower.
"Please.. don't do that again." he warned but his tone was weary, arguing with the other was what he couldn't do at the moment. This made the silver one frown slightly, that confirmed his suspicion of the other being unwell, sort to speak. "This mission.. " Van Rukamee tried to start but he couldn't bring up to the other. "This ride is going to be long and I imagine the mission will be longer, resting is what I need right now."
"It's what we all need." The silver one reminded him, turning his teal sights over to the few still awake while many others were taking their chance to sleep now. The few grunts chatted with the jackals but the stalkey dark and orange creatures mearly nod and growled uninterested while they were checking their weapons cache and whatnot. preparing them for whatever they face, or rather incase they end up facing the moment they reach the swamplands. "Sleep has been rare since we attacked Reach."
The Silver Elite shifted as to sit beside the other and closer as it made the red colored sangheili somewhat lean back, not sure what the other was doing til he spoke. "Lean against me.. and say your thoughts now for you may never get the chance to later. That and it will help you sleep better." the split mouth formed a smile to the other, an assuring one. Odd as he found it, Rukamee was much to tired to argue as he shifted to lean against the higher ranked Elite, confused also as to why he was being so kind.
"The mission feels wrong.. like were going to a grave of the Holy ones and preparing to desecrate it." He finally shared that thought with the silver sangheili, same thought he couldn't say to anyone else not even to his own handful of troops. The silver Elite lifted an arm to wrap around the other as he made sure he was comfortable in a way. nodding slowly once to what he said.
"That is pretty wrong." He smiled, amused by the choice of words Rukamee used. "I had the same thoughts and feelings my friend, I argued with the High Commander over it before this mission actually took place."
"Unalee.." The crimson Elite turned his gaze to the other, shocked to hear that. "He could've had you placed in the brig for that or worse. Killed for speaking out of place. why..?"
"He has a soft spot for me." Juen Unalee spoke in a cocky tone and grinned. Earning a small snarl from the other for that.
"Do not kid, I'm serious."
"You're always serious." he chuckled, squeezing the crimson one's arm as to where the armor didn't protect him. "And much as everyone likes to think the High commander is cruel enough to toss anyone in the brig to save them for the brutes or to simply Kill for even speaking openly to him. So not true. He will listen to the doubts you have and you can argue with him, doesn't mean he would toss you aside like the stories we all heard."
"Some of those stories Are true, I have seen them myself." Van Rukamee glared at his comrade. Not liking how comfortable he was making this.
"Yes, yes, I've seen them also but it is to those who actually deserved it. But enough of this, I've argued with him and tried to make him change his mind on the mission since I was able to do so before." That grin returning as he caught the surprised look the other gave again. "Yes, there were missions I didn't think were a good idea at all. And he changed them so we wouldn't lose many of the Elite, Grunts, and Jackals over a few suicide missions."
"Is this one any different from them?" Rukamee had to ask, it felt like a mission they were not going to return from but all missions usually carried that feeling. The feeling of death. "I feel as though no one is going to sur-" two fingers raised quickly to place on both sides of the split-lips so the other would not continue that sentence, Unalee's teal eyes narrowed at the other, carrying a serious look that Rukamee himself found frozen too.
"That is going to happen in every battle we go to, you should know this by now. You carry five Elites on your shoulders and doubt is what you can't have right now. You are their leader, you must take in the steps as their leader and protect them." Those fingers slowly drawing away from the crimson one's mouth. "Like I had protected you."
That stabbed him in the chest like an energy blade that cut through his armor. However when he lowered his gaze, the blade wasn't there and his armor was intact. Doubt as a leader, he was able to pull it off because the humans they dealt with were simple to take care of. But now this mission loomed over him, he had forgotten for a good while about his Elites. "You're right.. I have taken advantage of your protection over me that it was easy to be calm until our ranks changed. I know I can protect them.."
"Are you afraid that you can't protect yourself?" The silver one asked, curious of this but familiar to him as well. The answer he assumed was confirmed correct when Rukamee nodded his head once. This made Unalee smile, of what the split lips allowed, as he lifted his hand to place gently beneath the other's jaw, tipping his head up to look at him. "Van Rukamee.. You were the best in my group, and I know you will stay the best as to win these battles and protect the others while you can."
Rukamee blinked a few times, surprised by the words and he was referred to as the "best" before. Unalee's words were what helped him get to the rank to begin with, he doubted his skill alone had actually gotten him there. "Rukamee.." the other continued. "Don't be afriad to whatever we face, I will be there to protect you still." This made his breath hitch, in surprise, not expecting to hear that from his old commander but it confused him too.
"Why?" he asked, the tone almost meak as it was meant to ask quietly but his voice betrayed his surprise and confusion. "Unalee.. there are many others.." he tried to bring the words out. "Are you calling me..we-" He didn't finish again but this time not silenced by a couple of fingers but the other nearing to give a nuzzle to his cheek on the left side. Making him widen his eyes further and no other sound would leave his mouth. The other nuzzled gently, despite the helmets in the way that didn't allow full contact, the heat from both was felt.
"Get some sleep, Rukamee." The other whispered, but still an order. "You're going to need the energy later."
His head now rang with new questions, the air so heavy no longer choked him and seemed easier to breath. Though new questions filled his confused mind he was comfortable in that state. "You owe me answers later, Unalee." the crimson elite spoke in a tired tone. Resuming to lean against the other with his head to his shoulder also. Taking in the rest he desired. What he said earned a chuckle from the other as he leaned against the wall and made sure again he was comfortable before he would take in some rest himself.
"I'll give them to you later when you ask, Van Rukamee." He assured the Red Elite. His attention leaving the resting Elite and turned to the others still awake whom oddily silenced their chatter. Finding three grunts and two Jackals looking their way, with a sigh and a roll of his eyes before he would glare at them.
"What are You looking at?" he asked, the tone cold and commanding. Which was enough to make all five jump in surprise.
"N-nothing!"
"J-just getting back to work."
The grunts stuttered while the Jackals squawked and went over to other weapons to maintain and count the ammo, the grunts joining them not to long after. The Silver Elite shook his head slowly before he glanced to his former soldier whom was now sleeping against him. Satisfied with this he closed his own eyes and rested his head against the purple wall as to get some rest himself. For who knows what awaited for them in the swamps of Halo.
To Be Continued.
More Notes: My first try at it, Well.. actually Another one I wrote is my first try at it and I am unlikely to put it up here, on It was on the Arbiter of course so.. I love Halo mostly for the Covenant Elites. And thus wanted to try my take on a few random ones. And also, I know.. the names are real lame. I was going to change them but I'm kinda used to what they have now. So on. I may add more chapters later.