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Halo Clone Wars: Chapter 10
Posted By: Enthrone Darkness Triumphant<admiralprestoncole@yahoo.com>
Date: 17 April 2009, 6:44 am
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High Charity
9th Age of Reclamation
Slipspace
Xytan 'Jar Wattinree loomed over the massive holo-projectors, the motes of purple light gleaming into his eyes. Even as he stood, hunched over, his figure easily dwarfed everyone around him. He wore his majestic platinum encrusted armour with metal that was rumoured to have been smelted from the armour of Forerunner relics themselves. The imposing high headdress, and the gleaming armour easily signified his rank as Imperial Admiral, supreme commander of all Covenant forces, and he only answered to the hierarchs themselves.
In front of him was a ship speeding towards a star, the hull burned crimson as it dove deeper into its atmosphere while distortions started to appear around it and then the ship vanished. The recording ended as assembly looked back at him, elites and prophets alike.
"Grand Admiral, I do not understand what this recording has to do with our path to salvation," Truth spoke as his hover chair floated out of the shadows. "I was hoping you would be briefing us on a strategy to annihilate the vermin, but I do not see it."
"Hierarch, what I have shown you is the key to our salvation and by the will of the gods, the key to the annihilation of the humans," the massive elite roared as he faced the prophet.
"The Ascendant Justice has been destroyed, the vile barbarians played us into a trap," the irritation started to grow in Truth's voice. "We have already discussed this matter and concluded this matter, why do you bring continue to press on with it?"
"Excellency, I am merely pointing the fact that the humans have shown us how to bypass their defences," Xytan defiantly spoke as he continued to face Truth. "They have shown us that we can use our ships to make jumps into and out of atmospheres and gravity wells. I will personally lead the invasion force to recapture our lost hierarch, and burn the demons into their abyss," his hands clenched into a fist.
"I see Admiral, and who shall command the rest of our forces then?" Mercy croaked as he took his fellow prophet's side. "We cannot be left sitting in the middle, as you command an invasion force to bolster your ego now, can we?"
"The Arbiter can lead the forces," the admiral pointed to the redeemed Elite. "High Charity is perfectly capable of leading and withstanding an assault on the humans."
The entire council erupted in a roar to the Admirals words; the Elites supported their admiral as the Prophets moved against the choice of the Arbiter to lead the space forces.
"Indeed Admiral, let us hope we do not underestimate these creatures," Truth responded as he motioned for silence. "You may lead the assault to rescue our brother but failure will not be tolerated," the shrivelled alien's voice grew darker. "Not only will you be punished, but your entire race as well."
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State Military Hospital
Moscow Sector
Earth
0ctober 23, 2552
The clear white xenon lights illuminated the observation ward, as two identical beings lay on their respective beds. Outside, peering through the hardened glass, the Brigadier stood as he watched the two aliens sleep in their induced comas, completely devoid of their situation.
He had broken and beaten the prophet more times than he could count and instilled his own wrath deep into the bastards mind. The fear in the alien's eyes caused him to lust for more, when it screamed he grew excited, and when pain completely immersed the prophet, he was in frenzy. He would have killed him after he was done, but his own superiors needed the alien for the greater needs of humanity, therefore he stood on the opposite end of the window looking at the frail figure that seemed to be at peace.
"The operation was a success," the doctor spoke as she walked up against Sodhi, her coat floated majestically down her figure, the piercing blue eyes met his deep black voids. "The device is in the clone and you can set it off remotely or timed, the choice is yours."
"You seem a bit unsettled by the whole notion of this operation," the brigadier inhaled a deep breath as he broke his gaze with her. "You know humanity depends on us to do our part; we cannot survive if we let ethics hold us back."
"But I'm a doctor; my duties are to save lives not to take them, human or alien."
"We are at war, and the bastard that lies in front of us is our enemy," his voice replied with cold bitterness, his breathing was becoming heavy. "If anyone falters in their step, by god I will put a bullet in their head, civilian or military."
"This is not the Raj I knew," the doctor's hand grasped the brigadiers forearm. "He would never harm anything outside of the battlefield."
"That Raj died on Midgard and the one that stands in front of you swings a blade that is black as his soulless heart." His eyes darted to the ceiling as he spoke hoarsely, "And I know who I am because I am an evil man and one day I will face the Gods for my deeds."
"It seems the war as even destroyed civility, especially in the ones that were deemed incorruptible," she turned from him, her eyes starting to fog as she desperately tried to clear them. "Tell me one thing, when did you start smoking?"
"Not many people know about my only vice, one can always get new lungs."
"Lucky for you cloned organs don't break down like the whole package which brings me to the last point," she turned to face him again. "I cannot guarantee a time period for the cloned prophet, we have never done extra-terrestrial cloning before, but act fast."
With that said she walked off into the labyrinth of the hallways as Sodhi called after her.
"Sandy! Get out of this city, I have already lost so much, I don't need to….lose you," the brigadier spoke as he gazed towards the floor, the emotion he felt seemed so out of place and so long since he had felt it.
"That's sweet of you to say Raj," and she walked off into the distance.
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The structure rose above the observing crowd that had gathered at its base. The Marshall along with his liaisons watched as the pinnacle of the device was lowered into place and the clones feverishly scrambled to push the systems online.
"Sir, the power supply is adequate for the system," one of the faceless clone's sergeants informed the Marshall. "The shield should be sufficient to repel any energy and matter based attacks."
"Most excellent Sergeant, most excellent indeed," Zhukov responded as he stroked his salt and pepper beard. "How do the mobile versions compare to this?"
"They are not as powerful, but they can withstand their fair share, but they cannot prevent vehicles and carbon life from passing through."
Suddenly a clear film erupted from the end of the newly erected mast, as a bubble started to warp and shoot around the city, slowly encasing it.
"Sergeant, can you distort the bubble?" Zhukov questioned as he started to gaze towards the Palace of the Soviets; even that mile high building had been encased within the protective film.
"To some degree sir, why do you ask?"
"Lower the portion around the Palace, just until the shield can leave the roof exposed," Zhukov requested as everyone started to stare at him; clones and humans.
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Cairo Station
Geosynchronous Orbit
Earth
Fleet Admiral Terrace Hood stood looking outward into the void of space as he tried to swallow the hot tea he held in his hands. He had been on edge since the transmission had come in showcasing the departure of the Covenant fleet from their refuelling stop. The Republic scout droids had served their purpose and provided his forces with a step up to counter the impending Covenant offensive, but it did little to ease his mind. His greenish-blue hued eyes showed signs of stress and wear; the wrinkled and weathered face pronounced his age, even his once crisp white uniform had succumbed to a wreck of crinkles.
The idea of a hot shower and sleep had come and gone through his memories, but the idea of the Covenant popping out of nowhere kept him steadfast to his current position; he needed to be ready when they arrived.
"Sir, the outer posts have detected an anomaly in slipspace," one of the officers manning the scanners suddenly piped.
He displayed the distorted and grainy image of the object while he popped a scaled model of the anomaly detected on Reach. It was huge, easily dwarfing the combined mass of the Covenant fleet that the humans engaged on Reach.
"Ready the home fleet! Alert the hammer fleet to standby for our signal; raise the alert level to DEFCON 1," he ordered with undue haste, as the flurry of activity and adrenaline rose to new levels.
He watched as the space in front of him started to distort slightly, only to be amplified by the second.
"Come on you bastards, let's see what you can do now!" he whispered to himself, only to be interrupted by another officer.
"Sir! There are distortions in the atmosphere,"
"Shit!" Hood though as he spun to see the scans. "How is this possible? Damn, we're being encircled."
"Have the fleet engage the space forces as per plan," Hood ordered frantically, trying to keep the battle plans from falling apart. "Order the orbital stations engage the atmospheric bogies."
"Sir! That would split our forces in two!"
"I know, but it has to be done," Hood spoke as he viewed the first of the shark like ships exit from the realms of Shaw-Fujikawa space.
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This is not the best chapter I have written and I apologize for that. I promise the next one will be much better.
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