Chapter 1: Heroes Revealed
Author's notes: Hey everyone, this is my first fan fiction. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the story. By the way, this story takes place during Halo 2, a bit before Thel became the Arbiter.
"Newly appointed grunt member, Fredric Yarp!" yelled a brute chieftain, over the roaring engine of a covenant phantom drop ship. He held a clipboard to his face, calling his attendance to make sure no one in his unit was attempting to avoid the mission.
"Here", yelled an overly enthusiastic grunt, trying to be heard over the load reactors of the air craft. He had his hand in the air, and was shaking it from side to side. He wore the standard grunt minor amour and pyramid breathing tank, along with wielding a single plasma pistol and several plasma grenades. He assumed they expected him to go suicide, due to the extra explosives. Even though he knew this, he would do as he was expected, for the great journey.
The brute sighed and mumbled to himself, "I hate this job", and he continued to read the names on his clipboard. "Newly appointed jackal member, Keiar Gangsta"!
A jackal slapped his face with one of his hands, "its pronounced Gengesta!" yelled Keiar. He, too, wore a uniform that represents him as a minor in his rankings. He was wielding a plasma pistol and a standardized jackal defense gauntlet. He wasn't as excited for this mission as most others were. He had found out that most, if not all, of the mission assigned to small divisions were either slaughtering a human base or small things that could benefit the covenant in brining them closer to the great journey. He realized the covenant doesn't care for the lives lost in battle.
The brute simply grunted, and continued to call the names on his list. "Newly appointed elite member, Seth Karant," said the brute.
"Here", said elite. He calmly raised his hand, and then dropped it unceremoniously. He acted as though the mission he was about to embark on was nothing special, as though it were a normal day. He wore the standard elite minor armor that provided an over shield that can deflect incoming enemy fire, and was wielding a single plasma rifle. The standard weapons for an elite his specific rank.
The brute checked off the last name on his checklist. After double checking to make sure everyone was here, he threw the clipboard, uncaringly, over his shoulders. "Alright, everyone get into the drop ship. This mission isn't gonna finish itself. One by one the troops piled into the covenant drop ship. The vessel was occupied by five grunts, four jackals, two elites and the single brute chieftain.
The belly thrusters of the phantom roared to life, lifting them higher in altitude. Once they had reached a desired height, the phantom's main thrusters activated. After they had gathered enough power, they propelled them selves out of one of the docking bays in High Charity.
After a moment of silence the chieftain spoke up, "Alright, listen up maggots. Look at you little sh*its, after are last few missions I've come to realize that you all are the worst group of fighters I've ever seen. And now they give us these three," he said pointing at Fredric, Keiar and Seth. "But, let's put that in the past. This is a chance to prove your selves to me, and the prophets, by completing this mission," he concluded.
Fredric raised his hand, with an index finger pointing upwards. "Um, what exactly is the mission?" asked Fredric. If he were to redeem himself for reasons he can't remember, he at least wanted to know what they were about to face.
The brute put his hands behind his back, "I'm glad you asked, rookie," he paused for a moment. The others stared at him for a moment, until he finally spoke up, "Halo."
Author's notes: I know this chapter is a bit short, but I wanted to get some people's opinions on the story in general before I continued. So please review and leave some comments.
Never forget the Forgotten Spartan