Hi guys. This is my first attempt at writing a Halo fan fiction. This is the first chapter. Feedback is appreciated :) [quote]Chapter 1: The prisoner[/quote] The phantom almost looked like it had just descended from the heavens, as it was illuminated by the glassing beam behind. The parasite had just landed here on the human planet of Earth. Shipmaster Rtas Vadum was taking care of it, by glassing half of the human continent Africa, burning the parasite. The phantom was lucky to be intact. It had just left the ground seconds before plasma bombardment struck the area where it had been retrieving a vital source. The port hanger bay of the separatist CCS Battlecruiser opened, and the phantom entered. It landed next to a spirit drop ship, and two jet black spec ops elites exited, one significantly taller than the other. Between them, the prisoner, handcuffed, hung his head in shame. The two elites roughly grabbed the prisoners arms and began to escort him towards a door. They moved through many corridors, attracting many looks from the various elites, grunts and hunters they came across.  They soon reached an empty corridor, near to the ship's control room. At this point, the taller elite drew his blade, and held it to the prisoners throat. 'Step out of line, just once, and your throat shall be slit. Do I make myself clear?' hissed the elite. The prisoner nodded solemnly. They entered the control room. Every elite, grunt and hunter in the room froze, almost as if the gods themselves had stopped time. Even the zealot at the controls turned around and stared. The only movement came from the grunts who stood in the way of them, who scurried away squirming. There was frost in the air as the spec ops elites escorted the prisoner to the other side of the control room. They were almost at the door, when a sudden roar was heard behind them. The elites turned, to see the hunter pair charging towards them.  'What the...?' was all the taller elite could say before they were both pushed aside by the hunters. One fell against the wall, the other landed hard on to the floor. After realising what had just happened, they both drew their blades and sprung to their feet, expecting to face a hunter. But it wasn't them the hunters were after. They were after the prisoner.  There was nothing the handcuffed prisoner could do as a hunter smacked him and sent him into a wall. The impact from his body sent vibrations through the alloy. The second hunter approached him and hit twice as hard. The prisoner was sent all the way to the other side of the room. He hit the floor with a loud thud and then slid into the wall. The hunter pair began to approach him, but were stopped in their tracks when the spec ops elites each held a blade to their heads. 'Enough!' the taller elite shouted, loud enough to make some of the grunts yelp and cower. 'What is the matter with you?' 'Why is this scumbag in our ship?' One of the hunters demanded. 'Look what his kind did! Look what he did to your race!' 'The prisoners presence on this ship is none of your business!' the elite hissed back at him. 'Hell, I should have you both thrown out of the ship for your insolence! I'm watching you, hunters. Stay out of our way, and step out of line again, you will both be severely punished! Now get out of my site!' The hunters hung their heads in shame, as they slumped out of the door from which the elites and entered from. The elites headed back to the prisoner, and helped him to his feet. His face was massively bruised, and he struggled to stand up. 'You'll live.' the taller elite said to him. They then headed over to the other side and escorted the prisoner through a door. Elites and grunts stared in shock, hardly believing what they had just seen. The spec ops elites escorted the prisoner through more corridors, encountering more elites and grunts along the way. The two spec ops elites had their blades drawn and gave every bypasser a stern look, making it clear that no nonsense was to had with them. They finally reached a holding chamber. Apart from one, containing a jackal, all the cells were vacant. 'Lower the energy shield, but make sure that jackal doesn't escape.' the taller elite instructed. The smaller elite moved over to the controls and lowered the energy barriers over each cell. The second the barrier disappeared, the jackal made a run for it. However, his escape attempt was futile, as the smaller elite quickly caught up with him, grabbed him by the neck and held his blade to his throat. 'You going to try that again?, questioned the taller elite. The jackal desperately shook his head. His body shook and sweated with fear. The smaller elite then threw him back into his cell, knocking him unconscious. 'Don't get any ideas,' the taller elite said coldly to the prisoner. 'For we have far less mercy for you than a jackal.' The prisoner was thrust into a holding cell. The taller elite came in with him, and motioned to the smaller elite to activate the energy barrier. He was now stuck in here with the prisoner. The smaller elite remained at the controls, ready to release the energy barrier should he ever need to. 'You may sit down.' the elite said. The prisoner sat down in the corner of the room. 'I will undo your bondages, but one move and it's your head.' said the elite. He kneeled next to the prisoner and undid his handcuffs. He immediately reactivated his blade. 'Now, tell me,' said the elite. 'What is your name, brute? [Edited on 06.11.2012 12:20 PM PDT]