Greetings, readers! It's a pleasure to have you here, for it's time for the climax chapters of the story. You'll get it after the first sentence probably.
Chapter 9, "The Resolve: Revolution".
We were watching the rebellion erupt before our eyes. We had returned here to High Charity, and we got a much different greeting than we had expected. We were apprehended and interrogated about the events at the tower. What had happened to the Prophet of Regret? What of the Demon? And more. They wanted every detail; nothing could be withheld from them. They wouldn't have hesitated to beat one of us to within an inch of our lives if it would've helped. Meanwhile, the two remaining Hierarchs were in, depending on interpretation, a much worse position; they had the task of quelling the near revolution that was forming in the city. The Grunts rebel because their brethren have been slaughtered without remorse by the Drones. The Elites are arguing because of the recommisioning of the Guard. And we were rebelling for what we saw as a greater cause: the history our race had with the Covenant. We had finally learned the truth; our race hadn't joined of free will. They were "tamed". This was a travesty, and we were through with the Prophets unfulfilled promises. We would finally be able to rise up from our forsaken position and travel the Great Journey alongside the Elites. Nothing, not the Flood, not the Hierarchs, not even the Demon could thwart our cause.
At the moment, I was leading a pack of Hunters to a meeting room on the north tower of the city. We and the Elites would make a final decision on what to do. Would we stay faithful to a lost cause, or make our own futures, led by no one but ourselves. And, for the first time since I had joined the Covenant, I know that if we banded together, we could actually accomplish our goal. We arrived at the tower, and the Elites were preparing for the meeting. The Commander had been waiting for us, and the area was set up. "Greetings, Klez. Take no offense, but why are you here?" "None taken," I replied, "but what do you mean?" He looked puzzled. "I didn't expect you to show up." He said, obviously surprised by our arrival. "We've had it with the Covenant. We're with you all the way Commander!" I proudly said. He gave a crisp salute, nothing anyone in the Covenant had ever dared to do before. "We're heading back to Halo. Are you and your squadron up for it?" he asked, less uptight than usual. "Would we not?" I answered. This would be the day we finally made a difference, for both of our races.
The meeting began. "First we must discuss how we shall deal with the Brutes. They're our only threat." The Commander stated. "Threat," one of the others said, "those vile beasts are nothing to us! We will crush them as we have all other foes!" he proclaimed, and the others roared with agreement. Just then, a stampede of Grunts flowed into our meeting area. "Ah, our other guests have arrived." An Elite mumbled. "Reporting for assignment, Commander!" they squealed in unison. "At ease. We've been waiting. The meeting just began." He said, and the meeting followed through. We discussed our plan for the Brutes, our purpose for the journey back to Halo, and how we would go about all of it in the little time we had. It lasted for three hours, and we did accomplish most of our plotting then. We were going to Halo to find out why none of the agents there had reported back. We boarded a Phantom, and the Commander and his Elites piloted Seraph fighters. We set out, to find our allies.
Instead, we found a massacre.
This is short. Sorry, readers, but I'm on a deadline for a trip, and won't be posting for a few days. I shall write as soon as possible, though!