Chapter 7
1800 Hours, Cairo Station. Unknown slip space bubble. Feb. 17, 2552
Everything had gone black. Even for the mightiest Super-Solider, his sight was black. Covenant had come pouring by the dozens shouting, "At Last! We have come to Earth! Invade!" They had taken control of Cairo Station, thrown our bodies in cryro-tubes, hoping that we would never wake. Well, while this mischief was happening, something else was happening on the Forerunner Ship.
The Brute named Tartarus jerked on the Elite's arm that he clenched. While passing a row of Grunts, three of them said in unison, "Her-e-tic! Her-e-tic!" Tartarus aggressively let go of the Elite. "If they have come to hear me beg, they will be disappointed." "Oh, how can you be so sure?" Tartarus asked. A needle-like cone started rising near Tartarus. He is planning to stab me with that needle, The Elite thought. When the Needle was done rising, Tartarus grasped it with his huge claws, rose it up, and turned it around revealing a circle-like symbol with a crescent moon in the far left side. "Say hello to the Heresy Symbol, for not believing in the Great Journey!" Tartarus yelled. With that, he plunged it into the Elite's heart side. He roared with agony. They let him go, and brought him to the high Prophet of Truth. Gravely in Death indeed.
