POW
Chapter Two
BastardSon1: I'm not entirely sure just what caused the format problems-I'm a total n00b (this is my first fic) and I'm doing this on WordPad. From now on I will distinquish paragraphs with a.
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Tura 'Ingllisamee opened her eyes.
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She feared the worst. Just to make sure, she checked her surroundings. She appeared to be laying in a concave bed in a cramped room composed of dark purple metal and dotted with white lights. Across from her was a Lekgolo pair sharing a very large bed (which she personnally thought was kinda wierd) otherwise identical to her own. On a set of racks were three sets of cadet-sized armor. On the opposite wall was a octagonal door. The cieling had a holographic chronometer that read: 6: 156: 18237: 24.
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Tura parted her mandibles and let out a deep breath, the Sangeli equivilent of a sigh. There was no doubt about it. She was still alive, and she was still in this godforsaken, sorry- excuse-for-an-academy hellhole. Shit.
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Just before the alarm was schedualed to go off, Tura palmed the deactivation key beside her bed and swung out of bed. She slowly walked over to the Lekgolo, her hooves practically dragging across the floor. "Ynato, Wagurai. We have to get up."
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Both Lekgolo responded by rolling away to avoid facing her.
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Tura put her hands on hips. "Look, I know getting up here is hard. But I'm not getting demerits because you two couldn't move your lazy asses and stayed in bed all day long. Now get up and hurry, we're gonna miss breakfast."
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Neither made any attempt to move, save snuggling closer to one another.
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"Fine," she said, in an attempt at negligence. She slipped on the bright blue training helmet from the rack that held her armor. "I guess you're just going to miss that gasjwa soup their serving today..." She knew Ynato and Wagurai absolutely loved gasjwa soup. But both "brothers" continued to lie immoble on their bed, Wagurai still sort of snoring, very loudly.
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When Tura turned around-and the Lekgolo pair were still cuddling in their bed-she began to get mad. "Okay, now I get it. Not only are you going to stay there, you're going to have sex? Again? We have to go!" She began to put on her chest peice. "Actually, that brings me to another subject. I don't care if you do it at night, but for the god's love, keep quiet! Your little make-out session just before alone was enough to keep me up half the night." She looked up again, and, just as she had described, the horny younglings were making-out, letting out annoying little moans of pleasure.
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That was it. Tura immediatly went over and promptly kicked their asses with Jihbru, the ancient Sangheli martial art. In less than thirty seconds, they were both on the floor, now moaning in pain instead of pleasure. When Wagurai looked up at her, she realized that she was wearing barely anything...and she couldn't let the two know her seceret, even if they were her roomrates, and, really, her subordinstes.
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As he got up, a smile crept across his face. "Hmm," he chuckled. "You're rather small, aren't you, Turo? For a second there you almost looked like a female..." Close now, he put his hands on her naked waist, whilst he nuzzled her scaled neck. Ynato pouted, but Wagurai took no notice. "But perhaps you just need some-" he searched for the right words "-stimulation?" His hand crept down from her waist to her inner thigh, getting closer, and closer...
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Tura grabbed his wrist. She was extremely tempted to let him continue, but that would let him know...everything. "Another time, Wagurai. We have class now, remember?" She handed him his helmet.
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They left a few minutes later. The smirk never left Wagurai's face as he exited the door.
Taru 'Ingllisamee was a female Sangheli at the Exalted Warrior Academy of the Holy City of High Charity. And including her, only three beings knew it.
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Ever since she was very young, she had wanted to fight. Fight, and destroy the heathen humans who killed her father at Reach. The humans who killed her mother at Unyeilding Heirophant. The humans who killed her older brother at New Mombassa.
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Orphaned, she had been taken in by the Prophet of Foresight, who recognized her potential. Living in the luxury of a Minor Prophet, and educated as one, she eventually came to the age where she could join the Forces of the Holy Covenant. She remembered that day very well.
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They had been in one of the fair, gigantic hallways that led to nowhere in particular, sunlight streaming in through the tall marble pillars. She had liked that planet. It was nice to have a break from the dark metal and recycled air of High Charity. But when she had finally worked up the nerve to ask her "Uncle" if he could pull some strings and let a female in, he had put his hand on her shoulder and said, "Tura. You know I love you very much. But I cannot change things so set in stone. And even if I could have you go, I would not let you go. You mean far too much to me for me to let you go onto a battlefield. You could easily become a High Priestess at some of the greatest chapels in the galaxy, and-" He frowned. "You're not even listening to me, are you? What I'm saying is very important-"
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"But Uncle! I don't think the Forerunners gave me this oppurtunity, this position, and, most importantly, you for nothing."
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"I do beleive that priesthood qualifies as something, Tura-"
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"I mean something that will matter!" she shouted. "Something that could make a difference in people's lives-"
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"-which is precisely what priesthood will do-"
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"Shut up!" she screamed, not caring what she said anymore. "I want to end this war, so no one has to die anymore. So we can all make the Great Journey."
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Foresight, visibly shaken, scooped Tura up into his chair and held her to his chest. "Alright," he said, quietly sobbing. "Alright, I'll see what I can do."
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An instructer that was a good friend (and easy to bribe), Sito 'Drinllorli was the only one who knew besides them. And right now, she was in his classroom. All races of the Covenant were here, grouped in specific squads chosen by the instructers based on compatibility. Tura, of course, was in command of Ynato and Wagurai, based on the fact that she handled heavy aromor well. Today, the students were united in a feeling of anticipation. For four years they had trained to become the ultimate army. But naught but a week ago, they had reached the end of their classroom training. They had simply been waiting for a field mission oppurtunity. Judging by the smile on Sito's face, that day had come.
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"Good morning, class," he started off. "Your day has come. The humans have presented themselves-on this very planet, in an attempt to capture their lost 'ship'." That was a surprise. These missions generally involved long interstellar travel. But all the better. The soon-to-be soldiers were silently baying for blood.
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"But this oppurtunity has come at a cost. Thousands of our bretheren were martyred by the human army over the last two and a half cycles. We silently mourn this terrible loss of our most Holy Covenant."
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All the cadets bowed their heads, and silently chanted, 'Hear us from Beyond, brothers, and know your Journey will be great.' But at the same time, they wondered. How could they possibly take on an army so vast it had killed thousands of Covenant soldiers? Unless...
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"Yes," Sito said, as if reading their thoughts. "Demons have arrived."
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The room was suddenly filled with a mixture of hissing and cheering, loathing and rejoicing. Now, not only could they could truly prove themselves, but they could deal an immpressive blow to humanity as well. "There are two left from their ground engagement," Sito continued. "Their comrades from the Cradle have come in a squad of three of their Pelican dropships and two Albatross'. You are to prevent this pickup from ever taking place. But," he said. "You are to capture the rescuees for questioning, torture, and, eventually, exicution by your own hand, in a POW camp you will manage as you see fit." His chest swelled with pride. "I've never been so proud of any class I've ever taught. Now board your dropships and desrtoy the humans!"
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The soldiers cheered and rushed out the door, forgetting discipline. Today was truly a glorious day for the Covenant.