And now, I humbly bring to you, "Forsaken".
High Charity's dull lighting never suited me. I was fit for battle, the bulldozer of the Armada. And yet, even as I walk this long hallway, I wonder what it would seem to the others, using cunning and tactics, what my purpose on the battlefield would be other than to serve as a massive shield.
I was jarred from my thoughts as my current partner strode up beside me. We were fighting a war that would ultimately be for nothing once the Hierarchs led us along the path of salvation. And we, the mighty Hunters, were nothing more than battering rams to the Elites, Jackals, etc. We were to serve as equipment, not soldiers. Hunters cannot communicate as other Covenant can, and so we can only speak of these matters among our own kind.
But this wasn't the time. My partner and I sighted the Phantom at the end of the platform. "Today, we shall fight; possibly die, in the name of the Great Journey, my brother." My Hunter partner said. And he was correct, the latter of the options more probable. "We shall battle," I replied, "to fulfill our sacred oath to the Covenant, even to our dying breath." And with those words, we boarded the Phantom. Indeed, ours is a forsaken race to the Covenant. But our servitude shall be rewarded in the end.
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