Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Halo they are Microsoft and Bungie's. The only thing I own is what I add to the Halo Universe and the characters I add. CII has sole ownership of Telek Heros.
A/N: This chapter is co-written with CII
Brothers in Spirit
Ninth Age of Reclaimation
UNSC Calendar November 26, 2552
Sangheili Cruiser Blessed Redemption
"Ship Master, we have an incoming transmission," the communications officer said.
"What is it," Morak Heros said loudly.
"The transmission is for Corporal Tanner, Excellency," the communications officer replied.
"Get him up here," the nine foot gold armored Elite ordered.
"Corporal Tanner report to the control room," the communications officer said over the intercom.
Rick and Aron walked into the control room. Rick looked at the Ship Master and said, "There's something familiar about you. You remind me of someone."
"You have a transmission," Morak said as he turned to discuss some low level maintenance he wanted done before they left for another mission.
Just then the view screen flickered and an image of an Elite Zealot with stars on his collar and no mandible armor came on screen. "We on yet?"
"Yes, we're on, Skipper," Tom replied.
"Good," Telek said as he turned to the view screen then continued, "Ah, Corporal, I need you to report to Earth. The Covenant and their bastard leader Truth are attacking again and now they are looking for the Ark."
"Yes, sir. Admiral, sir." Rick said as he saluted the Elite pirate turned UNSC Admiral, then asked, "Sir, I thought your ship was destroyed?"
"Yes, it was," Telek chuckled, putting away his tin. "But apparently, I've been a good boy this year and Santa Claus saw fit to give me a new one. She's a bit roomier than the ole Shade but at least she can cloak." A blue armored Elite was about to turn off the music. Rick could hear the song in the background. It sounded like an old WWII song called 'Happy Days' but it was sung in Korean. "Hey, leave that song alone. I finally get the avalanche I wanted and I'm celebrating." He turns back to Rick and says, "Can't get good help these days but I digress."
Morak hearing a familiar voice turns to the view screen and blares, "Telek!"
"Ah, shit…" Telek growled. "Hand me my scotch, Tom. I need somethin' stronger."
"Skipper?" Tom asked.
"Just do it," Telek growled. "As of the day I was on display in the buff, whipped, scalded, fried, and then beaten by that jackass Tartarus, you don't exist to me. You're damn lucky I don't blow that cocky junker you call a ship out of the sky right here and now. Don't even talk to me. Don't even speak to me." Telek takes his tin from Tom and gives it a chug. "Where were you, eh? Where the hell were you when they burned the Mark of Shame on my chest? Where was my high and mighty big brother when I needed him, eh? I'll tell ya. Kissin' Truth's ass just like the rest of them. Pathetic. Well, at least we know where dad's brains went to. Certainly not you." Another swig. "Now, what do you want?"
Morak said sarcastically, "Well. Well. Well. If it isn't my long lost little brother. What's it been five cycles?" he paces in front of the view screen, "I thought you were dead," he stops and faces the view screen, "The bounty was high enough."
Telek replied, "It's been 13 years, you backstabbing, coniving gimp! The best damned years of my life. I spoke the truth, and I get my ass blown off because of it, I get betrayed. I did what I was ordered to do, find the information the Covenant wanted--but I wanted to know what it was I was going after. So, I used my skills, translated the text, and found out that the Great Journey was nothing more than a big hoax and the San 'Shyumm planned to slit our throats with blind religious fluff."
Morak moves closer to the screen and says, "Before the civil war you would have been branded a heretic for speaking such words."
Telek growled, "I was branded, you moron!" He turns to Tom and grunted, "I need a refill. Make it the Sangheili whiskey. It is stronger." He looks back at his older brother and growled, "Your ship has just been commandeered into my fleet. Now proceed to Earth. Rehtorb ym dellac eb ot y'htrow era uoy evorp d'na"
Morak replied, "Yes, Supreme Commander. I still don't see how you manage to bring your ship out of slip space without it being backwards. Someone needs to put you to bed so you can sober up."
Telek growled, "To answer your first. Practice. As for your second. Not while I'm standing."
The High Scholar walked up to the view screen and said, "Supreme Commander! I must insist that Corporal Tanner and Aron remain on Sangheilios. They are the Aborchrith."
"The Abor…what?" Telek replied as he took a drink of Sangheili whiskey. "Stop talkin jibberish!"
"Think back to your studies. The prophesied Aborchrith. I must get them to the Council of Scholars." Nastar pleaded.
"I don't believe in prophecies, nor religious garbledy-gook," Telek growled. He straighened his shoulders, his blue eyes now clearing. "You have two days, but you must understand I disapprove of this highly. We don't need help from magical leprechauns and gnomes to win this war. You're just chasing a rainbow with this nonsense, High Scholar. Oh, and Corporal, it is only you, Aron, and the High Scholar allowed to leave the ship. The rest come with me. Rehtorb t'hgir taht t'nsi."
With that the view screen went blank. Morak was raging. Ready to kill the first Sangheili to speak. He looked at Rick and his two companions and growled, "Proceed to a phantom. And get the hell off my ship!"