1The Lost Arbiter Stories Part 1
An Original FanFic by InsaneDC
-----"You stand before us not as the hero you thought you were. Marked with shame, you were dragged up to our chambers because you could barely stand. You are frail and weak. You have no more honor left and cannot be put back into our armies. But we are at our greatest time of need, and we know that you still have some fight left within you. We wish you to become the legendary Arbiter."
-----"But what of the council? What of my execution? Do they not matter?
-----"The council? They do not matter. Besides, look at where we stand. We are in front of all of the previous Arbiters. I think the council will have their corpse."
A pod floating in the middle of the room comes down to where the elite is and opens a path to the center. As he walks up the door peaks open and set before him is a tattered set of armor. The armor of the Arbiter, the will of the prophets, and the will to live is his. He looks from the armor to the Prophets and back again. "You want me to turn a legend alive? You want me to take this on after what you just did to me in front of the whole city? You trust me that much?" He rethinks about what he just said, the demon and Halo, dons the helm of the armor, looks to the Prophets and says, "What would you have your Arbiter do?"
-----"Good, you have agreed with our judgment and become the Arbiter, now to get you back into the war with the demon. For now do you not only have your skill, you also have our blessing, for we know you are no heretic. Your first task is to destroy the real heretic and his followers. Shortly we will be passing by the Halo that was destroyed by the demon. The heretic has a base there, you must find him and destroy him. However, since the importance of this mission is so great, we will not be sending you alone. You will be accompanied by Tartarus, the Chieftain of all the Brutes. He will be your air support and your way out of the station. But be warned, there is a storm moving that will engulf the entire station. If you are there for too long, you will die. The storm is supposed to hit the station in a matter of units."
-----"I will perform my duty according to your will, my Prophets." The Arbiter started walking down the long hallway think to himself. "Am I really alive after what I've done? This is amazing, the Prophets let me live." He finally met up with the crew he was being sent with. There were two transport ships and one that had heavier armor than normal and even better weapons. There were about twenty elites total and about twice as many grunts. "Two phantoms of men? That will not suffice."
-----"But I think it will"
-----"Ah, you must be the Tartarus I have been hearing so much about."