I don't own the magnificent Halo. GIVE ME HALO, BILL GATES!
Chapter 5, "The Sacred Icon".
I was used to the interior of the Phantom, but this was an unsettling time. We were being transported to Halo. Saying that doesn't feel right. Halo was destroyed by the Demon. And here we were, en route to it. For what seemed like the first time in ages, our faith was rewarded. There's tremendous morale among the Elites. I don't blame them. This is their chance to redeem themselves. And it was the mighty Hunters' chance to prove our worth to the Covenant. We shall grind all who stand in our way to dust! Halo shall propel all who are worthy along the path of glorious salvation! And nothing, the Humans, the Flood, shall stop the Great Journey from becoming a reality!
We landed. When I exited the craft, I have to be honest. I was blinded by the sheer majesty, the beautiful environment that encompassed the holy ring. Forerunners be praised, this was one of the most awe-inspiring locations in the Galaxy. We were dropped off in a lush, thick forest filled with "pines" and "oaks". A NAV-point showed on our HUD, indicating our first target. We set off, and wandered toward the objective for what seemed like hours. We came upon it. It was a massive crystal-clear lake with numerous tower clusters scattered about it. Our target was the closest, about a kilometer away.
Our pack soon arrived at the first structure. In the distance was the massive cruiser that had transported us here from High Charity. "Prepare yourselves. We can't risk any mistakes! The Prophets will have our hides." The Commander ordered. "Hunters, you will be lifted to the central tower cluster. There, you will perform the greatest task." He said in a very serious tone. "You are to stand as a Vanguard for the Prophet of Regret as he delivers his sermon!" he shouted. We were stunned. We hadn't even known the Prophet was here. By the Rings, this was perfect!
It was never that easy. Almost immediately after this statement, a sharp crack came over the COM. "He's here, he's here! All is lost-"a Grunt screamed before the COM went dead. ARGHH! The Demon! A feeling of fleeting glory washed over me. I had been given a second chance to cut him down. I had competition, of course (The Elites were going to go on a rampage at this news), but I would make sure I finished it. I would fulfill Xercss dying wish and slay him. The Prophets will would actually be done by MY hand. Not even the Arbiter would stop my new crusade.
My partners, Kagg, Miyuki, and Karn were already prepared for battle. The Phantom rounded back to the cluster and picked us up. It was a matter of moments that seemed like an eternity before we arrived at our destination. 4 Honor Guards greeted us. "Take these. They'll come in handy." They grumbled. They handed us fuel rods for our cannons. "We have fuel rods already. What are these for?" Miyuki asked. "Just take them. It is the Holy One's orders." He said. We couldnt argue with that.
"All units! Fire at will!!" the Commander screamed over the COM. All we could do was assume the worst.
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