We Stand, yet our brothers have fallen
We have lost all, but we are not alone…
This is the me getting around to realizing that fan fic. is not all that bad and I should put more work into what I put on here, this is the edited version, and all new posts will be edited.
Note: this story corresponds with all other stories regarding my idea of halo, so you will see some of the same characters in other stories.
legal disclaimer-ish thing that will keep me un-sueable: halo bungee, Spartans, elites, and everything else in this story that can also be found in the Halo franchise is property of Microsoft after they became Bungee's "Bubba".
And so we began, life requires it
-Magfrump
Tears. Tears were in-between Vellen's eyes and the her com console. She stood alone, down at her station, with the weight of the message burning into her soul. She sent the message to the command peninsula and sat in the darkness now that the screen was black. Her soft, clay like skin shuddered with the thought. and under her flight crew uniform she shook.
She was a warrior but she shook, embarrassing for an Elite, but that thought never crossed her mind. The only thought that did, for the longest time, was the number.
Forty billion dead.
Forty billion of her own kind. Burned.
The prophets had turned on the Elites. And burned Vellen's home. Burned the river where she played and grew. Burned the Citadel of the ancients. Burned… the thought caught her breath- burned her parents in the commune of the aged… and her younger brother in combat school.
Then the holo-panel came to life again, and the truth road out of the fog of war, Mersey had joined regret in the afterlife, and now even Truth had followed them on the path to the Great journey.
Then all that was known were burned away like flesh under plasma; blood to steam, muscle to cinders, bone to ash… The arbiter spoke to the fleet. To what was left to the fleet, and then the- by the Rings! the Oracle!- who told them of the true nature of the great journey- Vellen was shocked. Tilipi, her assistant grunt, looked up into in utter amassment, Vellen returned the look, their world was, was new, and yet- Old, but old in the way that mountains are old, the way the time that flows about them is thick with knowledge.
After that there wasn't that much important information. Lots of personal communications between the ship and others, then the Capitan sent down for her. "Send up anything relevant, and monitor the communiqués, any information on the state of the Covenant will be blocked." Vellen said, then quieter "Do you know anyone on the Bridge Defense crew?"
Tilipi looked up, they had both just seen the information that the Brutes, Jackals, and Drones had allied for the most part, and the Grunts were sticking beside the Elites in their rebellion. Also the Hunters had helped the Elites regain a large number of ships and were now fighting along their side.
"Gaba is the Grunt in command of it, he owes me twenty units methane." Tilipi's eyes were motionless, dead serious.
"Tell him to prep his squad for combat" Vellen looked side to side as she spoke "Quietly. And to keep an eye on the Jackals; if they learn of what's going on before the captains orders… we could lose the ship."
"And I will get a squad down to the drone cages, purge the atmosphere in that section on the captain's orders." Tilipi turned to the lower holo-panel designed for him, working madly. Vellen then started walking to the captain, patting Tilipi on the shoulder as she went. She respected Tilipi, he was a good Grunt, an equal.
Finding the Captain's Station was not a hard thing to do, it was a good fifteen units off the ground and a surrounded by holo-panels on all sides except for the sloping ramp up to the command center. Captain Kallon had the respect of every Elite, Grunt, and Hunter on the Truthful Flower. He stood on the bridge, hunched over, speaking to a grunt in a tone usually only used for brethren, he fiddled with the pipe he took from the human he captured on halo; the human that gave him his promotion and his ticket off that spinning rock straight to the his command station on the Truthful Flower.
He was tall even for an Elite, even lanky, his neck protruded from his chest slightly longer than his armor could cover. In-between his chest armor and his leggings his skin could be seen. Despite the mistrust from the more devote members of the Covenant onboard, Kallon carried a human sidearm in place of his plasma rifle. He spoke a few more words to the Grunt who turned off, walking past Vellen.
The Grunt nodded as he waddled, his methane breather squeaking with his short breaths, looked for a moment at Vellen then continued his obviously difficult task of walking graciously in full environment gear.
"Nothing to report Captain, I have sent up anything relevant to you since the… incident"
"Vellen, I know you better than that. Who have you and Tilipi mustered?" The Captain didn't even jump as a nearby Jackal squawked in slight alarm. What's the fool up to now? Vellen thought is he trying to lose the ship?
In a low voice "Um, Tilipi has a squad at the drone cages ready to spring the atmosphere, and the word has been sent to the Grunts and Elites on the Bridge Defense teem. I am sorry for doing this without orders, Sir."
"Well the time for orders is over; and we were fools to ever to take orders. Air starve the drones and put me on a holo-feed throughout the ship."
"Indeed"
In a instant, light erupted on every deck of the ship. On every panel, light coalesced into the shape of a giant Elite, the Captain, bathed in crisp solar light.
But then a shadow fell about the Captain, something that never happened before on his ship wide communiqués.
Brothers,
Sisters,
Friends,
All that we were is lost.
so many have fallen
Regret
and now
Truth and Mercy
The Brutes have murdered all but a scant few of the Council
And have installed them selves in the Seats of the Prophets
The humans stand at our mercy
Yet our ships in their orbit wage war on one and other
And the dead.
so many
dead
70 billion
The Brutes, Jackals, and Drones
Have burned the home world of the Elites!
And are now fighting their way to the world of the Hunters!
we shall aid our kin
our rightful kin
Helm! best speed to Dállidis!
And to all, kill any Jackal who does not surrender. This is a order.
AND PREPARE FOR BATTLE!
The ship shuttered as a decompression reverberated somewhere in the hull just as the ship crossed the void into slip-space.
Next Chapter: Common Evil
Thank you and good-night.