Halo: Branded as Traitors
By: Natination
Sam stood in a small crouch ready to kill the elite that had entered his cell. The elite seemed to be ready to fight but was put in this cell under different circumstances other then to get him. Which made him wonder, Should he kill a possible friend? He could kill the elite right now if he wanted to, it's armor didn't makea difference as his augmentations would give him the speed to break his spinal cord. His hand would hurt, but his oppenant would be down for the count... for good.
The Elite tapped a device as he activated something.
"So demon, are you going to try to kill me?" The elite said. "Or are you going to stand there?"
"I can and will kill you, but i always go with my gut and it's telling me that yourin here for doing something wrong."
"And can you tell me what exactly that is?" The elite said interested.
"No..."Sam paused. It was a unlikely reponese coming from a enemy. He didn't know why he was put in this cell. If so then...
"So are we going to talk or kill each other?" The Elite said. "I prefer to talk for this is not a worthy battlefield to kill such a opponent."
"Talk it is." Sam said. Sam sat down crosslegged as the elite stood there. apparently elites do not sit down sam thought, that was would be good intell... for uh something.
"How did you get aboard this ship spartan?" the elite asked.
"I dont know, one minute i am on halo, the next i'm here." Sam said.
"Another halo? prophets be praised." the elite said.
"Fuck your prophets, their the ones waging war against us. And tell me elite, why is it that you wish to kill us?"
The elite hesitated as he considered the question. "I do not know.We follow the prophets decree to the letter."
"So you follow them blindly?" Sam said.
"if you wish to put it that way , yes, they have never been wrong." the Elite said. "To say otherwise means your a heretic."
"Ah, so guys just follow along, being used like grunts." Sam said. A report from ONI said that the grunts were used like fodder and mostly just to distract a enemy from the bigger threats like you guys, hunters and jackels.
"We are not grunts!" his translator barked. The Elite was proably ready to tear his spinal cord out (if he could, sam was still wondering how much a threat this elite was).
"So... then how do you fit into all this?" Sam asked.
"I am the surpreme commander of the 7 fleets." The elite said.
"So ,uh... how many exactly are in a fleet?" Sam asked, he was running out of things to talk about.
"Do not think i will not be fooled by your act to get intellence for your race as we burn them into the ground." the Elite said.
"Then why are you burning us to death when we have done nothing to you?" Sam asked.
"We..." The elite paused at the question.
"Good, he's now questioning his ethic's and religion... maybe." Sam thought. "still a dicey situation."
"Becuase our hierarchs ordered us to." Elite replied,extremely confient with his answer.
"And tell me, why did your hierarchs order this?" Sam asked.
"Only thehierarch's would know that, and they only need to know. They know the path to the great journey." The elite said. "All the creatures of the covenant shall walk the path side by side."
"You acually believe that crap?" Sam asked.
"Yes I do." the Elite said sternly.
"What if the Prophets are just using you?" Sam asked.
"What do you mean?" The Elite seemed to giving in his defence and starting to listen.
"What if the prophets are using you and the race of the covenant to act like gods?" Sam asked.
"They can never be wrong." The Elite said stubbornly.
Sam looked at the elite as he tried to figure out a way to turn this elite. If he can get this elite to turn to the human cause... they would have almost unlimited intell. Exspecally if they gave it truthfully.
The Doors opened as Elites were marched in with grey creatures behind them that looked like apes. Sam looked as the hunters and other elites and grunts were put into cells roughly by the grey creatures and jackels. One of the elites yelled about being betrayed by the prophets. Sam turned to the elite in the cell.
"How sure are you of your prophets now?"
"What is the meaning of this?" The elite yelled and hammered on the shield in his cell.
The Chieftain of the brutes looked at the elite and growled. "You all are under arrest as for Traitors! You all talked to the human and devised a plan to kill the prophets!"
Everyone burst into rapid talking and the translator overloaded and shut down with so many beings talking at once.Most saying that they hadn't even seen the human before.
The 15 or so brutes in the room held weapons of all sorts, including a few human shotguns and grinned as they looked at the frantic fellow covenant.
Sam was hunched in the corner as he looked at the brute opening his cell. Two brutes roughly grabbed the elite and pinned him to the wall before carrying him over to the doors in the prisnor cell block.The Prophet entered and had disgusted looked a the feable lot before him.
"Let's get this over with." The prophet said. "Bring the supreme commander forth."
The Commander elite fought his escorts andwas forced to bow before the prophet.
"Shoka'Sulmee, you have been convicted as a traitor." The prophet said.he hovered in his chair with the in the robes of alower prophet. "Give him the mark of Treason."
A brute exited the room and seavral seconds later carried a device of somesort. The Elites removed his chest armor as the chieftan walked towards him.It was small but he placed it on the elite's chest as it glowed.Burning flesh was smelt thoughout the room as it sneared his flesh. in the end the symbol of theTreason was in its place.
"Kill everyone in this room." The Prophet said. "Chieftain, come back to the bridge when your done."
"Yes prophet, your will be done." the cheiftain said."Brutes! you heard him."
The brutes growled as they threw Shoka'Sulmee into the cell where sam was. He got up was bleeding from the symbol of treason in his chest.
Sam looked at the elite and readied to defend himself.
"This is going to be fun." Sam muttered as he grinned. "Let's kill some apes."
The brutes fired their plasma rifles and knocked a few grunts off their feet as the "traitors" were put to death. The 2 hunters bellowed and crushed one of the brutes with their shields in a pincer action.
Sam glanced over and grabbed a plasma rifle and started to open fire. The Brutes were suprising hard to taken down becuase of their tough skin seemed to repel plasma. The elites were either fighting hand to hand or duking it out with energy swords and other items. One elite grabbed a energy containter and crushed a brutes head in. The fighting was fierce but by the end, there was only a handful of them left. the hunters, 5 elites, 4 grunts and himself. Not exactly the type of fighting force he wanted.
The hunters growled at him as they gestured if they can crush him. But the elite he was speaking to said no, he's a friend. They seemed to be content with that and moved to either side of the door, readying their fuel rods.
"We will free our brethen and put a end to this prophet!" the elite yelled as he grabbed two plasma rifles. Sam grabbed a shotgun and extra shells with a couple of plasma genades.
"Do you know where my armor is?" Sam said.
"In the armory down the hall, they didnt have time to move it to any other place when we attacked your alpha Centuri base." The elite said. "We lost the majority of our 50 ships in that battle."
"good." Sam said. "At least that means the human race is still around."
Sam cocked the gun and walked out the door glancing down both corridors and followed the supreme commander.
"So do you guys have a name or what?" Sam asked.
"My name is Shoka" The elite said. "Are you ready to die for your race?"
"Yeah, or i'll would not be on this mission now would I?" Sam said. Holed in a enemy cruiser with limited allies and a new enemy that is harder to take out. Sounds like a fun. sam thought as he walked down the hallway.
"Here is the armory." The elite said.
Sam opened the door just as a jackel was exiting and both were suprised. Sam fired his shotgun moved into the room fast. Two Jackels charged Sam as he blew holes in them. They dropped to the deck dead.
"Which container?" Sam asked.
"This one." Shoka said tapping it. It opened and his armor was laying on sheilfs of sorts. He grabbed peices of it and started to assemble the armor. 15 minutes or so later Sam was busy locking his helmet. it hissed shut as his suit pressurized. Everything was still fuctioning which was good. An elite opened the container and present him with his AR that was stored their also. there was 10 clips in all which he grabbed and slugged his shotgun on his back. He'll need that later.
"So who wants to go prophet hunting?" Sam said as he turned to his newfound allies.