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10/1/2012 12:47:57 AM
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Legacy of the Warlord
[Chapter One]
Since time immortal many have striven to rise above to become pillars of a race. Sangheili have for generations rose to meet the challenges of the day. Some have come far from the rank and file of ordinary beings to become something truly great.
This can be true. Yet this is not the norm. Each face great events that shaped them in some way. Leaders always need those who are willing yet, can control them in some way. Even the greatest of Hero's must face this one of many truth's.
Powers that be have many ways of ending such a being if they see fit. Covenant have many mechanisms in place to keep those in line. Adherence to a Religion based on a dead race of advanced beings.
Punishment for those who disobey. Those who turn away from this are Heretics. Forever banished or exiled from that races home world. Nomads to wander space.
Yet hidden in between the political zealots religion are those who serve. They serve to collect information. Some serve as Eliminators who dispatch rivals or sabotage enemy's plans.
I serve in this shadow area. Unlike others i did not serve the Prophets. Whom i served was important. Yet some whisper about me. About who i served. I say let them whisper. His legacy will carry beyond the Ninth Age of Reclamation.
[Edited on 09.30.2012 5:00 PM PDT]
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[2 revolutions later,Atlantis Nightfall] Klones looked up at the twin moons of this ocean planet. He understood why the humans settled here. It was a beautiful planet. His team had stayed hidden to catalog human settlements on this island. Three large towns with small villages across it. Two military bases with navy base to round off the islands inhabitants. This place reminded him of his home planet. Wet with jungles mostly on his world. Looking down from a hill at the Enemy Navy base he got a signal from his ship. This voice sounded deeper as it spoke"Scout teams, We have the information you have collected. We are sending in our first strike units in. Home in on those becomes to welcome our brothers to cleanse the human filth. General Routhar out." Klones waved Drelos silently over to get the others in line to fallow him out. Each cloaked in the darkness heading towards the Beacons. Humans had become aware of some attack. Navy Base behind them was alerted with human troops running around to get ready. It would be too late for these humans. Drop Pods were landing inside that Human Navy Base. His scout unit made its way to a beacon. Soon Drop Ships landed to deliver troops into enemy held territory. Drop Ships would ferry units onto the battlefield to keep up pressure to any humans who would stand against them. Klones watched his section leader drop in with about sixty other troops his White Ranger armor showed like bone at night. Klones approached him a brother Sangheili. " We are ready to scout the way for you." Leaning close so he could be herd over the incoming drop ships. "Our orders are to attack that human base. You will be joining us brother. Our main force is attacking them so we will hit them on the side." Section leader checking the needle rifle while speaking. Then he pointed across a hill to that Navy Base they had been spying on. Klones fist to his chest " Glory and Honor" moveing off to join Drelos and the others. " We are going to help in this attack. Move up take cover, Do not stop firing. Stay with them. Let's go." Plasma Rifle at the ready Klones moved forward. Drelos nodded to Klones back." Ok big guy we fallow you. Lets go get those heretics." Kapoom cheered " We blow stuff up now!" Other grunts cheered as well. No one knew what to expect. Drelos did not cheer he remained silent. [Edited on 10.13.2012 12:08 PM PDT]
