Best story ever, and I feel this is only like half way. Now every time I play Reach and kill an Elite I'm like, "oh now what if that was Sorran?"

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] SpazDragon1397 [url=http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/060/a/1/elite_troll_by_spazdragon1397-d3ape7g.png]THIS LINK IS SO FREAKING RELEVANT!!![/url] Wait, never mind. Do you know how bored I am now? I'm just going around, Elite Trolling everyone. :P Anyway, great story man! Dude? Thing? Wort? Ugh...[/quote] Everybody just report this idiot.

[url=http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/060/a/1/elite_troll_by_spazdragon1397-d3ape7g.png]THIS LINK IS SO FREAKING RELEVANT!!![/url] Wait, never mind. Do you know how bored I am now? I'm just going around, Elite Trolling everyone. :P Anyway, great story man! Dude? Thing? Wort? Ugh...

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] AssaultCommand I see you got a nice arc going on with savarra. Finally. Took long enough.[/quote] I've been wondering for a while where to go with the plot; I felt the original plan I had when I started True Sangheili was a little mundane. And that just wouldn't do for me; my stories have to be absurdly over-the-top with cliffhangers every chapter. Reading Halo: Cryptum (good book by the way) helped me re-imagine my plan.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Top Shadowman Haven't seen anything like this on the Bungie.net forums before, or I'm just blind :P Keep up the creative writing, they're good :) you should consider publishing seeing as though the Halo universe is becoming a breading ground for novelists.[/quote]Yup, you're pretty much blind. Wolverfrog's work has been floating around here for ages. This is already book 2 of True Sangheili he's working on. He also has two other stories in the Top Forum Topics.

I see you got a nice arc going on with savarra. Finally. Took long enough.

Very Engaging.

Haven't seen anything like this on the Bungie.net forums before, or I'm just blind :P Keep up the creative writing, they're good :) you should consider publishing seeing as though the Halo universe is becoming a breading ground for novelists. I'm no novelist, but I like creating stories, I am currently writing something in rough. Will just have to get enough time to get it finished and typed up :P

A hooded Jackal, you say? DUN DUN DUN!!!

its odd not seeing sorran but its sorta good at the same time its keeping us in the shadows making us wonder what is he doing good as always

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] vI RaGeZ Iv Ahkrin is so heartless :([/quote] Not heartless, just cold and calculating. He spent his life training to be a merciless assassin, remember. He left that life to join the Covenant army with Zharn, but old habits die hard. The characters were becoming too similar, with all of them being soft and overly-sympathetic. Sorran will always be like that, but it should not be so with Zharn, Ahkrin or even Orpheus. Sure, there has been character development since the beginning, but they all need to be distinct enough with unique traits. Zharn is the honourable leader who puts others before himself, Ahkrin is the cold, ruthless killer who does the things Zharn cannot, Sorran is the naive young Sangheili who has had the weight of the world thrown on his shoulders. The supporting characters like Orpheus, Savara, Restraint should all be very distinct too. I felt I lost that in recent chapters. So I'm trying to go back with it. I think I'll also be delving into the history of the characters more too. And yes, there is still a centralised story, don't worry. I'm not just throwing words onto a page. Expect some good revelations soon. Thanks for reading.

Ahkrin is so heartless :( Great work! [Edited on 03.22.2011 9:21 AM PDT]

Awesome chapter, man. The phrase "Good cannot be accomplished by evil means" keeps coming to mind as I read Ahkrin's words.

* * * The sight of High Charity, with its vast size, beautiful archtecture and aura of radiance was a familiar sight to Savara. The [i]Immortal Repentance[/i] had docked there many times in the past, for practical and religious reasons. This time was the first she would actually have something meaningful to do when visiting, though, other than see the monuments and vistas of the holy city and pray. The [i]Reptence[/i] was a very large ship, but even it was dwarfed by High Charity. The [i]Repetence[/i] was commanded by Thel Vadam'ee, the youngest of one of the oldest and most respected Sangheilian families; their bloodline could be traced back to the signing of the writ. From what she could understood, he had once been Kaidon of his family's state on Sangheilios, but the stars had called out to him and now he was rapidly ascending through the Covenant hierarchy some said he would reach Supreme Commander someday. [i]A Sangheili like he will never do anything considered blasphemous. Why could my Sorran have not been the same?[/i] Savara asked herself, standing in the departure area along with thousands of pilgrams-to-be. Convalescence stood beside her, arm linked with hers for support. She had beseeched him many times to use a gravity chair as most Prophets even younger than he did, but he wouldn't hear of it. Sorran had admired that, she remembered. An eerie silence blanketed the thousands of people as they waited. The lack of noise was surreal in such a large crowd; not even the Unggoy spoke a word as everyone knelt in collective prayer, a position they would remain in until the doors to the holy city opened. Only one did not kneel, a lone Kig-Yar stood a small distance away from the masses and leaning darkly against the wall, staring down at the ground wearing a brooding look under a darkened hood. His lack of conformity had attracted some attention. All this was forgotten however, when the great door of the departure zone opened, and the artificial light of High Charity flooded the dim room, illuminating it in religious glory. Synonymously, thousands lifted their heads in exaltation, a content expression of innocence gracing each and every face. "Come, my dear," Convalescence beckoned her finally, as people began to rise to their feet and exit the [i]Repentence[/i], stepping into the gargantuan dock of the holy city. Even now Savara could already hear the gentle hum of the Forerunner Dreadnought, positioned on a seat of reverence in the heart of the city. She nodded, standing up and walking towards the incorporeal stairs, comrpised of anti-gravity belts. The female Sangheili stole a final look at where the Kig-Yar had stood. Gone. Most probably some space-faring wanderer who had been picked up by the [i]Repentence[/i]; Vadam'ee refused no Covenant hospitality on his ship. Some of the Kig-Yar on the border ridges of the empire weren't as enthused by the divinity of the holy Forerunners as most. "When will we visit his grave?" Savara asked the frail Prophet as the shuffled through the crowd, under the watchful high of the constabulary and minder drones which hovered above. She'd almost forgotten how controlled High Charity was, unless you had money or power. "Tomorrow, my dear," Convalescence intoned wearily. "If you do not mind the little wait. I feel it would be best to familiarise ourselves with our quarters, first." Savara was about to protest when she noticed how dark the Minister's eyes were. [i]He's tired, he's just too proud to admit it directly. Sorran's body is not going anywhere.[/i] "Of course, Minister. I am a little tired, actually," she lied, saving Convalescence face. He smiled knowingly, but said nothing. It was still hard to believe Sorran was dead. Perhaps seeing his grave would give her some closure on the surreality. From a distance, a hooded figure watched the two closely. And when they began to move, he followed. * * * "What happened?" Orpheus asked as Ahkrin approached, Zharn still slung over his back unconscious. With no hesistation or shift in tone, Ahkrin answered swiftly. "The humans were keeping him drugged. He's still alive, don't worry... surely that's not our escape?" His finger was pointed limply at the human fighter behind them. It looked like a wreck; doubtlessly a veteran of many battles. Its flesh was scarred with deep cuts, and its joints seemed as if they threatened to pop out. "Well, apparently this is engineering..." Orpheus answered abashedly, shaggy hand nervously stroking the back of his broad neck as Ahkrin glared at him coldly. "The humans had shut off access to the docking bay!" Ahkrin cursed, punching a wall violently. His still-recovering arm protested, but he told it to shut up forcefully. "The humans bring their ships in here through a hanger door. We'll just have to take that wreck of a ship and hope the engineers had already started repairing it." "That's an awfully big risk," Orpheus cautioned, offering to take Zharn from Ahkrin. The Sangheili shook his head, turning away. "We either die on the ship or die at the hands of the humans pursuing us. At least the former option holds some small measure of hope." "Gods, Ahkrin. I'm starting to wish I'd just let the rioters shoot me," Orpheus chuckled, his joke alluding to acceptance. Ahkrin would have smiled, but a grave matter presented himself. He lay Zharn down on the floor before the two Unggoy, and grabbed Orpheus' shoulder, moving him aside out of the Unggoys' earshot and into the shadow cast by a support pillar. "We need to decide what to do with them," Ahkrin murmurred darkly, his voice reluctant yet resolute. He felt Orpheus stiffen against his shoulder. "What do you mean?" he asked, knowing full well what Ahkrin meant. "You know," Ahkrin snapped back quietly. "What we're doing here abandoning our fellows in need would get us killed if the council knew of it. I can weave the lie, and you and Zharn can adhere to it... but Unggoy would not. Their blind subservience would get us all executed, Jiralhanae. You understand me, do you not?" "So, what, you're suggesting we kill them?" Orpheus asked, outrage tinting his voice. Ahkrin shrugged. "Or leave them here. If Cole's men find them, they'll have a chance. If the humans intent on killing us all do... well, so be it." "Forerunner above, Ahkrin! What you suggest isn't just heresy, it's wrong!" Orpheus hissed, looking over the Sangheili's shoulder at the innocent, docile Unggoy as they watched the exits of the engineering room nervously. "I'd rather be guilty than dead, Orpheus. How about you?" Ahkrin demanded, hating himself but knowing there was no other way. The Jiralhanae knew too. "If we do this... I'll never be able to live with myself," Orpheus bemoaned, dropping his head into his hand. "You have no choice, Jiralhanae," Ahkrin told him. "I would kill you in an instant if you tried to stop me; I appreciate what you have done but the ties between Zharn and I run strong in all but blood. And I will do whatever it takes to keep he and I alive." "I don't doubt it," Orpheus conceeded, knowing all the while that Ahkrin was simply trying to exonerate him of blame. "... thanks. How are we going to do this, then?" "Leave it to me," Ahkrin replied with heavy-heart. "All I ask of you is to take Zharn aboard and ready that husk of a ship for departure." "I foresee many sleepless nights for us," Orpheus uttered despondently. Akrin laughed with mirth. "I am accustomed to them. Go, now. The humans are not far behind us."

Sorry about the delay, I've been away from the internet for a few days. So without any more ado, here's chapter twenty-seven. [b]Part 27 - Shrouded heresy[/b] The doors of the lift opening alerted the attention of a nearby guard, who walked slowly towards it with a raised rifle and wary eyes. A few short moments later, and he was lying still in a small puddle of blood, rapidly descending down the river styx with the metal ferrier. The murdering haze of heat stepped out from the small corridor, gently treading into the large expanse of the [i]Everest[/i]'s command bridge. It was a whirlwind of activity, far more manic than the constained, cool command centres which adorned Covenant ships. Earpieces were lifted and placed back by the score, papers flew about the room, people were holding onto metallic rails for dear life as the ship rocked with the impact of Covenant vessels. Only one man stood, immovable, on a slightly raised pedestal, arms folded neatly behind his rigid back as he faced the windows defiantly, one with the [i]Everest[/i] as it swayed and booked. He would bark orders; sharply, yet paced and perfectly in control. [i]Admiral Cole, I presume,[/i] Ahkrin thought to himself, keeping in the dark acloves afforded by the walls of the room. He was completely invisible to the naked eye, and would only be noticed if a human was actively searching for him. A Kig-Yar would be able to spot him instantly on the ultraviolet spectrum, but thankfully humans lacked that particular ability... or at least, he was almost sure they did. "Belay that last order; adjust ARCHER trajectory 32, 64 and fire on my mark... [i]Mark![/i]" Cole bellowed crisply, and sure enough the [i]Everest[/i] kicked back as a volley of missiles was fired from the aft weapon ports. They flew through the night, pushing past Seraphs and Banshees before impacting into the straining shields of a Covenant Destroyer unfortunate to find itself positioned between two of Cole's ships; how he had managed to move them into such a position as to trap a Covenant vessel was beyond Ahkrin. [i]I could kill him now,[/i] Ahkrin thought to himself, with a sudden realisation. [i]In a second fell swoop I could kill the scourge of all Covenant kind.[/i] But that would lead to his discovery and death. As well as Zharn's... and at the end of the day, Ahkrin placed their lives above those of people he knew not. Besides, with the ship rocking from side to side so violently anything he tried could fail, and it would all be for nothing. No, best to stick with the original plan and get his brother out safely and unnoticed. The steamy haze sidled further, towards the door at the top of the stairs he was at. Above the door was a plaque reading 'Admiral's quarters.' Cole had said something earlier about Zharn being in his quarters. With any luck, he would be there still. He moved within inches of a female marine, who seemed otherwise preoccupied with trying to remain on her feet. Even so, Ahkrin adjusted the weight he was exerting by use of a small anti-gravity system, making his footsteps as soft as a child's. "Admiral, shields are down. Your orders?" an unplaceable voice asked from within the almost solid crowd of subordinates hastily relaying orders. Cole looked to the left for a second, before nodding without the slightest trace of doubt. "Fire MAC rounds beta, gamma and omega; on my mark... Mark!" A tremendous shaking hit the ship as the heavy Mass Accelerator Cannons on the underside of the large vessel fired up, before ejecting the massive chunks of titanium MAC rounds were comprised of. The boulders of metal sped towards the Covenant Destroyer faster than the speed of sound, striking with the force of a toppling mountain. A mixture of crimson and sapphire fire played about the gaping wound in the hull of the Covenant ship, and hundreds of small Covenant bodies flew out of the rupture into the unforgiving reaches of the infinite vacuum. And then, the ship finally exploded, firing out pieces of debris and dying flames in all directions. Cheering swept over the bridge, and Ahkrin grieved for those who had been onboard. But there was more to worry about. No one noticed him as he reached the door to the Admiral's quarters, and slowly turned the brass door-knob with nonexistential hands. It swung open silently well oiled --, and Ahkrin slid inside, closing it behind him just as gently. The Sangheili took a preliminary scan of the room, and smiled. A familiar shape was chained to the desk in the centre of Cole's office, facing the wall dully. "I was wondering when you'd get here," Zharn spoke, still facing the wall. Ahkrin wasn't surprised in the slightest as he temporarily lowered the active camouflage effect, walking swiftly to his friend. "How do you always know?" he demanded with mock irriation, looking his brother in the face. The left side was swollen, bloodied and raw, and he looked as if he hadn't slept in days. "If I told you I wouldn't be able to do it anymore," Zharn chuckled. "Worry not, it isn't obvious. I know it only because I have been with you so long. You are well?" "A few broken bones and bruises here and there, and my feelings were a little hurt by the humans who tried to lynch me. Other than that, I'm quite alright," Ahkrin bantered, drawing a small burning cyan knife from his belt and using it to deftly slice Zharn's restraints. "You look like sh­it, though, to coin a human phrase." "Thanks," Zharn replied with typical dryness, rising to his feet with no small degree of stiffness. "We need to get out of here and save our warriors, my friend. I'll need a weapon, my armour, and--" "No," Ahkrin cut in. Zharn blinked slowly, giving his friend a strange look. "Excuse me?" "I said no," Ahkrin affirmed, inspecting Zharn's injuries as he spoke, unable to meet the other Sangheili's eyes. "There's not enough time. We get out of here." "Ahkrin!" Zharn uttered with shock, outraged. Ahkrin was thankful that the door to the Admiral's quarters seemed to be soundproof. Nevertheless he placed a hand over Zharn's mouth out of instict, hushing him. "Cole's ships are still in disarray after the arrival of our ships, brother. We must find a means of escape whilst they are otherwise occupied, and flee." "And abandon our warriors? By the gods, Ahkrin. That's heresy!" "Heresy none shall know of," Ahkrin murmurred. "If anyone asks we tell them that there was no way to reach our warriors." "... lie to the council?" Zharn asked, livid. Ahkrin nodded. "I have done so many times in the past, Zharn. The fact that you know none of it is testiment to how skilled at weaving deception I can be. Now come, there is not much time. Orpheus awaits for us in the docking bay with two Unggoy... those two must die, I am afraid." "No, Ahkrin," Zharn cautioned, shaking his head. Ahkrin simply shrugged, already extending his active camouflage around his friend. "None can know of what has truly transpired here, Zharn. It is, as you say, heresy to abandon those under one's command. But to do otherwise now would be worse than foolish; it would be suicide. Kill the Unggoy or leave them here; they cannot be trusted to keep quiet as Orpheus will." "We'd never get away with it," Zharn breathed, knowing he was unfit to command as he found himself seriously considering Ahkrin's proposal. But it was wrong. "We would," Ahkrin insisted. "But we must go now!" There was an uncomfortable silence, pervaded only by the occassional violent shuddering of the ship as the battle between levithans raged on in the darkness outside. Finally, Zharn spoke with heavy heart. "I cannot do it, Ahkrin. They are my warriors, and I will either free them or die with them. You must leave, but I will stay." "Zharn" Ahkrin began to protest, a grim shadow seeping under his eyes. "No, Ahkrin. I have made my decision, and I am sorry. Take me out from here, and go. We shall meet again on the Journey," Zharn told him. He couldn't bear to look in his friend's eyes, and turned away. And so he didn't see Ahkrin raise the plasma rifle over his head, and-- [i]Smack![/i] Silently, Zharn dropped to the ground. Ahkrin bent down and picked up the unconscious Sangheili, manipulating his considerable dead weight with an anti-gravity system, before loading him onto his aching shoulders. Invisibility wove a fine web around them, covering both head to toe. "Sorry, brother," the haze of heat spoke to the unconscious lump resting on his shoulders, with a tinge of regret. "But I won't let [i]you[/i] foolishly throw your life away as he did." * * * "... a pity an honour guard was killed, but that is sometimes the way of things. You have gained their trust, I presume?" "Of course, holy one." "Excellent. You know what is is you must do, when the time comes."

Yeah, really... WORT WORT WORT!

Just hope he doesn't get a 3DS, that will be the end of this.

My hopes have filled every part of my body: My brain, my heart, and things I should not go into detail. When this war is over, I will dance on Truth's grave... <.< >.> ...Savara will be involved in a Tango with me... ...there will be lots of blood from the brutes... ...while it gets annoying that I keep typing this... *stairs at all female Sangheili* ...wort.

OMG! Great job!

Wow... I didn't know you hated Reach. I pity you.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] RookieRules Please.... WORT WORT WORT! Uhh.... what did I saY?[/quote] Go go go!

Please.... WORT WORT WORT! Uhh.... what did I saY?

Moar

Incredible work Wolvers!

My favorite character must be the Minster. He is one of the prophets that don't act like...... well prophets and he doesn't know some evil secret........ or does he?

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] RookieRules YA! I finally get to comment on THE EPIC WOlVERFrog's story while it is still being written![/quote] Lol, it's strange, isn't it? As I read Insurrection, it seemed that it would have been really fun to be there when the story got kicking. And now, with TS, I get to experience it for myself. Anyway, this was a great part. I love the whole "unholy alliance" that you've formed between Oprheus and Ahkrin. Wonderful stuff. I'll be greatly looking forward to the next chapter, although you've said that you're still so busy. We can wait though, just deliver when you can. [Edited on 03.09.2011 11:14 PM PST]