A/N This is my first fanfic please review if u want to see more if not then i will stop writing them. No flames only contructive criticism
The Heretic
Chapter 1
A shiver went down Honor Guard Zuma 'Zamamee's back with the feeling that he was being watched. He scanned the restricted zone of High Charity's library. A zone so restricted only the Hierarch Prophet of Truth himself is allowed to view the information hidden in it's wall. Zuma was looking for a certain reference towards the "Holy Rings" just to be sure of this so called "Great Journey'. He eyes scanned the long halls of the library in search of any other Honor Guards. "Everything is ok," thought Zuma shaking at the thought of being caught, "I shut down the security for this quadrant." Zuma kept reassuring himself. He looked for any thing relating to the Holy Rings and the Great Journey. "Aha at last the truth will be seen." Zuma said triumphantly. He read the electronic screen of the handheld file. Hoping for a good answer
I, Truth have come to found that these Holy Rings were used by the forerunners as a cleansing utensil in order to purify us from The Flood. To do this the Holy Rings must first be activated and fired and to cleanse the universe of these vile things the Holy Rings wipe out all life forms in the galaxy. I must accomplish this so only I will escape and bring forth new life. A new galaxy will be brought for and I shall be it's leader. The hierarchs and myself have decided to bring forth the supreme life forms of different races and use them to find these rings. Each bringing forth with new technology. The only problem I can see in the future are the Reclaimers…………
Zuma heard a noise echoing through the halls long before he ended reading of the Prophets lies. He was only stopped by a Honor Guard shooting the electronic information pad. Zuma looked over only to be met by a plasma rifle. "You methane-breathing moron!" Zuma yelled with great anger. " That told of the Prophets betrayal and you destroyed it!" "Betrayal," said the higher ranked Honor Guard, "Nonsense. The mere thought of the Prophets betraying us is heresy. In that case, Zuma 'Zamamee come with me. You are under arrest."
Zuma took a moment to think of all that he had just read and process. Everything was a lie. The Great Journey, the Covenant oath, his life. He knew he had to stop this future. He was to become what he fought for so many years…a heretic. "Do you wish to comply or do I have to turn your head into a trophy for the hierarchs?" said the Honor Guard hoping for the latter. "You will receive no pleasure and if you do not stand down I will be forced to neutralize you. The Prophets have betrayed us. I just read it." Zuma tried to explain but it didn't get through. "So you choose the hard way, my pleasure." The Honor Guard raised his plasma rifle and prepared to fire. "Forgive me, my brother." Zuma quickly pulled out something he had been keeping with him secretly. A handheld piece of metal. Zuma reared his arm back to open the energy sword. A long beam of purple light came into existence in the shape of a double tipped sword. The Honor Guard began firing immediately only enough shots to easily be absorbed by Zuma's shield. Zuma then lunged the sword at the Honor Guard and thus the guard fell. As much as it hurt Zuma to admit it he had become the enemy so all of the covenant was his enemy. Zuma was alone.
Chances were that the covenant had disabled the security and allowed the Honor Guard to come in so Zuma's chance for escape were thin to none. Zuma dashed to the exit with his sword holstered so if some didn't know of his break in he could come off as normal. Nonetheless he still ran. It took him 5 minutes to get to the residential quarters which was half way to the space port. He listened to some of the conversations incase some knew of his presence. Most were boring conversations about weapons, the Death Star, and some hot girl that was supposedly being trained by the covenant. Some usually talked about wacky things when they were off duty. Then when he reached the end of the residential quarters he started hearing stressed talking and personal communications devices. They were onto him.
Zuma began a sprint and just as he reached the space port the plasma fire began. Zuma didn't stop to return fire he just kept running. The door to the space port opened and he was greeted with a Grunt oddly wielding a plasma rifle, which is extremely unlikely to see. Zuma took this Grunt down and actually trampled him on his way to a space craft luckily the only one worth interstellar travel. He had escaped for the most part and prepared to go into slipspace to escape.
He checked the communications grid to make sure they weren't planning on following him anytime soon. Though as focused as he seemed his mind couldn't stop going through what he had just done.Both of his kills hurt the Honor Guard and the Grunt. They had fought aside him for so long only to be fighting for a lie.
Zuma entered slipspace with ease and began to relax and plot his next move when all of the sudden a human freighter came into view. Zuma initiated the emergency stop abut it was too late he was drifting towards the space craft. "Damn, engine overheated." he saidangrily. He had to think. He was going to try and board them to soften the blow it was his only chance. He hit the space craft with a thud, they definitely knew he was there. Zuma grabbed and overshield and some invisibility and waited for the worst…