The Damned

Planet Torment

Five thousand light years away from High Charity

Rage filled the banished Elite's heart. How could the Prophets do this to him? After all he and his fellow soldiers done for those assholes they're just going to throw him and millions of other Elites away like they're trash! Of all the nerve! What a bunch of damn ingrates!

Orna 'Fulsamee (or the Arbiter, if you like) was blamed for the destruction of Halo, stripped of his title and rank, burned with a hot branding instrument engraved with the Mark of Shame, got the living shit beaten out of him by Tartarus and his lame-ass Brutes, then sent to the worst planet with deprived living conditions, Planet Torment.

This planet is like living in Antarctica (without all the Ozone holes.) Every day it's extremely cold, with barely any food and undrinkable salt water. The Elites sent there were heretics, criminals, anarchists, anti-Prophet, serial killers, and cannibals. Those who try to survive on the icy planet don't live long. If the extreme cold doesn't freeze them to death, they're dying from the brutal beatings given by the overseers at the death camps. Certain Elites, such as criminals and serial killers, are assigned to a death camp where they are forced to do pointless work, like ice breaking. The Elites who are anti-Prophet and anarchist are sent to a different and worse death camp. This type of camp is set near the Lost Souls Ocean, where it is colder, windier, and temperatures with record lows of –190 degrees in the daytime and even colder at night. Several feet of snow covers the shoddy sleeping cabins and outdoor work areas, causing cases of severe frostbite, hypothermia, and death.

The ones who are so-called heretics, like Orna, have been sent to the worst of the worst: The Land of the Damned. This place is always gloomy, very cold, and hopeless. Only a handful of Elites are sent there, and to be sent there, an Elite must have a very high rank in the Covenant Military. For years Elites have been getting sent to this bitter and evil planet. Just a week ago, Elite Commander Zuke' Zamamee was accused of heresy and exiled to Planet Torment. He is no longer the noble and fearless Elite well known to the Covenant, he is now known as 'Wrath.'

It has been a few days now, and Orna has lost the will to care about his fellow Covenant. The spark in his eyes has long faded away, and he now wears a long, black, hooded robe so no one can see his face. He is now known as 'Despair.'

To the other Damned Elites, it seemed like Orna's attitude changed from good to evil overnight. All he could talk about was getting revenge on those ungrateful Prophets. The more Orna talked about it, the more evil he became. One of the Damned, Damaris Romanee (known as Shadow) agrees with Orna's hatred against the Prophets.

"I see eye to eye with Orna. He has a point," growled Damaris. "They are forged leaders, spewing lies to our Covenant!"

Orna slammed his fist into the ramshackle table with all his force, cracking it when he heard 'Covenant' mentioned.

"They are not my Covenant anymore!" Orna shouted angrily. "If they were so loyal to us, would they have thrown us away? Would they have used us for their benefit? Face it, my dark brothers; the Covenant is all a lie!"

Zuke' rose to his feet, in favor of Orna's infuriated mini-speech. He crosses his arms, and cocks his head to the left.

"Orna, what are we to do with the rest of our Damned? They need to show those overseers who's in charge."

Orna grabs his thirteen-foot long scythe and starts to sharpen it with a stone. Chuckling evilly, he says with utter iniquity in his voice:

"Sedition. For our fallen."