[i]Ahkrin, you'd better be grateful for this[/i], Zharn muttered inwardly as he jumped off the Falcon to the ground. The base in which his friend was trapped was somewhat in the distance, surrounded by a group of marines attempting a last stand. Colonel Errand, his Demon and the other humans with them had already reached the Albatross at the far end of the canyon, with the technology cache on board. The Demon was holding off the horde of Covenant soldiers throwing themselves against the ship single-handedly. It was impossible not to admire the proficiency of the devil. Zharn sprinted through the battlefield at a quick pace, dodging the human bullets being fired at him. He took cover behind a large rock, where a squad of Unggoy led by a Sangheili Minor were residing. "Ultra!" the Minor saluted, as did the Unggoy in his command. Zharn nodded, resting his head back against the rock for a moment and breathing deeply. "What is our plight?" Zharn demanded of the Minor, who looked to be young and green. Probably a conscript. Like Sorran had been. Zharn felt a rush of sadness as he remembered his dead friend. "The humans are barricaded in that building, with enough ammo to keep us suppressed for hours. Meanwhile, the Demon and his accursed infidel comrades are escaping with that which we came for," the Minor reported with a tone of frustration. "What of the Sangheili held hostage inside?" Zharn asked, referring to Ahkrin. The Minor's look grew thoughtful. "He might still be alive. I am doubtful, noble Ultra." Zharn sighed -- he knew the Minor was right. Ahkrin was probably dead. Still, he had a duty to pull his friend out from the building; alive [i]or[/i] dead. "Lay down a volley of suppressing fire, I am going to storm the building," Zharn informed the small lance of Covenant warriors, who baulked. "By yourself? That is madness!" the Minor protested. "Then consider me mad brother," Zharn muttered, drawing out a rapid fire needle rifle. He dove out from cover, shooting a sniper up on the building's roof with a volley of pink crystals. The shards embedded themselves in the human's body, before combining and exploding, staining the roof with blood and flesh. The other humans had opened fire on Zharn, but he was too quick for them. With the grace of a Jackal, Zharn leaped up onto the roof of the rectangular building, taking out the other sniper with ease. He searched for a tactical weakness in the roof, and, finding one, primed a plasma grenade. The resulting explosion tore a hole in the heavy steel of the roof, causing molten metal to smother an unlucky marine who had been unfortunate enough to stand underneath. He screamed as he was essentially cooked to death. Zharn leaped down the hole and with a quick slice of his crimson blade, put the human out of his misery. He could see Ahkrin in the centre of the building's ground floor, tied up and hooked to some form of primitive electric torture device. The marines on the floor Zharn was currently on the fourth, opened fire upon him. Zharn dispatched them quickly with a few shots from his rapid needle rifle. He then ripped a wire from the rafter it was firmly bonded too, pulling on it a few times to test its strength. Hopefully, it would hold. Holding onto the wire with one hand, Zharn leaped off the railings of the fourth floor, abseiling down to the bottom. Bullets fired from marines bounced off his shields as he lowered himself. When he reached an amiable height, Zharn let go of the wire, his heavy boots denting the ground as he landed on the floor. "Zharn?" Ahkrin cried out as he saw his friend. Zharn didn't answer the Stealth Sangheili, instead rolling across the ground and swiping a marine across the neck with his sword as he stood back up. Driving his blue sword backwards, he impaled a charging marine in mid-stride. One more remained, but before Zharn could grab him, he had Ahkrin on his feet and with a magnum aimed at his unshielded skull. "Drop the sword," the human lieutenant shouted at Zharn, who was reluctant to do so. The lieutenant drove the barrel deeper into Ahkrin's head, and finally the Sangheili Ultra let his blade drop to the floor, where it disengaged. "And your weapons," the human continued, backing away with Ahkrin towards the door. Zharn began to loosen his weapon belt with a sigh. Ahkrin wore an expression which was a mix between fear of dying, and embarrassment at Zharn seeing him in this situation. "I'm going to back out of this door, get in the Warthog outside, and leave. I'll take your friend with me. When I get to a certain distance, away from the battle, I'll throw him out. You can find him then." [i]Yeah, throw him out dead, he means.[/i] Still, Zharn had no choice but to go along with the plan. The marine was moving closer to the door, with Ahkrin close in front of him. He backed up against the metal, electronic door of the building, waiting for the computer to recognise him and open. The computer never had the time to do just that. One second, the marine was standing calmly, and the next, the huge, spiked hilt of a Gravity Hammer was stuck through the metal of the door and through the marine's chest. At first, the lieutenant looked down with curiosity at the huge spike sticking through his chest. He hadn't fully grasped the situation yet. Then the realisation kicked in along with the pain, and the human began to shriek, grasping desperately at the hilt as if he could pull it out and survive. After ten seconds or so of shrieking, the human's cries fell quiet, and he slumped against the spiked hilt, being suspended by the sheer size of the weapon's handle. The door suddenly crumpled outwards, and standing in the doorway was a Jiralhanae Chieftain, who looked incredulously at Zharn and Ahkrin. The latter had staggered over to where Zharn stood, breathing deeply. "We must move. Human reinforcements are arriving in their pods. If we don't leave now, we'll be overwhelmed," the Jiralhanae told the two Sangheili, who looked at each other, before nodding. Zharn handed Ahkrin his spare plasma rifle. "Lead on Chieftain," Zharn intoned. The Jiralhanae nodded, throwing the corpse of the human lieutenant off his Gravity Hammer and picking up the Sangheili-sized weapon with a single hand. He turned, and began to move. "Well this isn't how I expected my rescue to end," Zharn muttered to Ahkrin as the two began to follow the Chieftain. Looking around outside, Zharn saw the Jiralhanae had been right. The Covenant forces were being massacred by ODSTs dropping from the skies, which were now completely clear of Covenant Banshees and other air vehicles. The Albatross, presumably along with the technology cache, had vanished too. "Let's just take the situation as it goes my friend. With this Brute around however, I'll be certain to sleep with one eye open." There was no option other than to flee, on foot. Zharn and Ahkrin followed the Jiralhanae Chieftain up a small path cutting through a cliff. The sound of battle faded as they ran.

And Chapter 18 doth cometh! Wow, it's been a long time. Hopefully, I should be able to resume these on a frequent basis once again, now I'm back in full flow with them. A very action-packed part here. I hope you enjoy it. We'll switch to Sorran's POV next part. [b]Part 18 - The sound of battle[/b] Zharn fired a round from the human sniper, which drove through the head of a marine like a drill. The human collapsed to the ground, only to be stepped on by a raging pair of Hunters moments later. The Demon leaped into the centre of the two colossal behemoth's, holding nothing but a primitive shotgun. After a few moments of frenzied scrapping, during which the Demon suffered not a single scratch, both Hunters collapsed to the ground, the few surviving Lekgolo eels scattering in fright. Overhead, Banshees and Phantoms flew with unparalleled grace, unloading troopers and cutting down screaming soldiers only to be shot down by the incredibly effective Surface-to-Air-Missiles positioned around the canyon. In the tight space of the gorge below, a small mass of Covenant troops were attempting to cut the humans off from the base in which Ahkrin was held captive. Zharn knew, however, that to the Covenant securing the technology cache was the number one priority -- Ahkrin was expendable. Not to him however. As he saw a human try to roughly grab Ahkrin in a desperate attempt to take the Stealth Sangheili captive, Zharn let loose another round, felling the marine. The Demon, along with a group of ten marines, a few ODSTs and Colonel Errand, were pushing back to the Albatross VTOL at the end of the canyon, the one which had landed but a few moments before the Covenant reinforcements Zharn had requested arrived. Zharn knew that any shot he fired from this ineffective human rifle would be diverted by the incredibly strong winds billowing below. Dust was being kicked up everywhere, and Zharn had a hard time viewing what was happening below him. Taking a deep breath, Zharn closed his eyes, unloading stress which had built up in him. At any moment now the humans could decide to self destruct the base in which Ahkrin was trapped. That was the main reason why the Major below commanding the reinforcements was unwilling to send any of his men to rescue him. Zharn knew he couldn't in good conscience override the Major's orders, that would be a disgrace to his honour. No, if Ahkrin was going to be saved, then Zharn would have to do it himself. Wonderful. Zharn drew back from the sniper, and turned to see a human standing behind him with a knife, evidently petrified at having been caught in the act of what would have been the death of Zharn. "Run now, and I might not decide to waste the effort it would take to kill you." Zharn decided to give the poor, practically unarmed young marine a chance. The human dropped his knife and bolted...right into the path of a crashing Banshee. Zharn winced as the heavy metal alloy of the fighter's cockpit drove through the marine's stomach, pinning him to the ground in a wave of blood and flesh. Zharn shook his head sadly, before returning his attention to the task before him. The drop to the bottom of the canyon was about 400 metres. Whilst it had been easy enough getting up, climbing back down could prove to be a problem. Zharn didn't have the time to travel down the long way -- there was no other option; he would have to scale down the face of the cliff edge. Zharn hated heights. With a sigh of reluctance and resignation, Zharn drew out two blades from his belt, igniting the nearly weightless swords in his hands. One was a striking, electric blue, designed to parry and kill with slow, heavy swipes. The other was a narrow, red rapier, with only one blade protruding out of the plasma shaping hilt. This special type of energy sword was designed to kill quickly, and efficiently. With a grunt, Zharn swung himself over the cliff edge, driving both blades deep into the sturdy rock. His fall grounded to a halt. [i]Do[/i] not [i]look down Zharn,[/i] the Sangheili Ultra thought to himself firmly, a second before glancing down. The sheer scope of the drop nearly made him vomit. He took in a deep breath, and took out the red blade, driving it in slightly further down. Then, with a groan, Zharn removed the blue blade, and for a sickening second felt himself drop slightly until the red blade stayed his fall. He repeated the process many times, until he was about halfway down to the cliff edge. Suddenly, Zharn felt a strong wind hit him from behind, accompanied by the roar of an engine. With dread, he turned around to see a human Falcon gunship practically staring at him. There was nowhere to run. How close was the Falcon? Probably not close enough, but Zharn had no choice anyway. Tucking his legs under his chest, Zharn then kicked out at the cliff, sliding both swords out from the rock and launching himself backwards through the air. He then hit something. Hard. And it wasn't the ground! Excellent. The Falcon had charged up it's mini-gun, and was now spraying the wall where Zharn had hung moments before. It then spun around, no doubt wondering where the Sangheili had vanished to. Zharn stood up on top of the Falcon, and nearly fell into the dangerous rotary blades as the air vehicle slightly moved to the right. He managed to right himself, before swinging his body inside the open troop bay of the gunship. Zharn grabbed a soldier who was operating one of the Falcon's side guns, and tossed him out of the vessel, where he began the mortal fall of two hundred metres. He then drew up both swords, feeling a steady wave of bullets smash futilely into his personal energy shields. Looking at the terrified faces of the humans fighting for their lives, Zharn felt a small pity for the creatures. But then he reminded himself of the crimes that humanity had committed, destroying holy relics and defiling the gods themselves. The Sangheili stabbed his crimson rapier into the neck of one marine, simultaneously cutting another soldier's legs out from beneath him, whose torso and head proceeded to fall out of the shaking Falcon with a scream and flurry of desperately flailing arms. The final marine, who looked to be slightly older than the ones Zharn had just killed drew out a shotgun, and fired with a barbaric cry. Zharn's shields fell. Another wave of bullets were fired, which clipped Zharn in the shoulder, ripping the skin off and revealing the bone beneath. The marine tried to fire once more, but a resounding 'click' revealed that he was out of bullets. Bravely, the human struck Zharn across the jaw with the butt of his shotgun, breaking one of the Sangheili's jaw bones. Zharn lashed forward with both blades, sinking them into the chest of the marine who had nearly killed him. The human's eyes grew wide, and he stared at Zharn with nothing but pure, venomous hatred. "Some day...a person like me is going to [i]kill[/i] you," the marine gasped out with his dying breath, before promptly falling limp. Zharn gently lowered the body to the ground, muttering a small prayer for the marine's courageous soul. Zharn injected his broken jaw and torn shoulder with a shot of numbing fluid, easing the pain tearing through his aching body. He then ripped open the flimsy metal door separating the troop area and cockpit, holding a plasma pistol at the terrified pilot's head. "Take us to ground, and I shall let you live," Zharn stated bluntly to the female pilot, who nodded in terror. He remained standing as the Falcon gunship descended to the rocky ground below, before landing with a soft thud. "I did what you asked, please don't kill me!" the pilot begged, tears flowing from her eyes. Zharn nodded. "I won't," he said, before smashing the Falcon's control panel with a heavy fist, and subsequently knocking the pilot unconscious, "but I'm not about to let you follow me."

Where is the 18th chapter?!

Any guesses on when you will release a new part? I miss these.

Too much?

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] lach wolverfrog we need more parts!!!!!!!!!! [/quote] Yeah! 'Cause I need a leg....

wolverfrog we need more parts!!!!!!!!!!

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] RogueAssassin27 [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog [b]SECTION II[/b] [b]Part Sixteen - Life goes on[/b] [i]Who am I, to be entrusted with such a dark secret? The fact I am the son of a now deceased Deacon Master makes it all the more ironic.[/i][/quote] In the book Cole Protocol, Its says an elite can only know his mother's brother. So you should change the word 'son' to nephew. [i]The fact I am the nephew of a now deceased Deacon Master-[/i] See, all better![/quote] Well maybe he counts the uncle like his adoptive father. [/quote] Kind of like the burrito and taco? EDIT: testing! one-two-three testing! [Edited on 02.02.2010 1:22 PM PST]

Amazing!

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] RogueAssassin27 [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog [b]SECTION II[/b] [b]Part Sixteen - Life goes on[/b] [i]Who am I, to be entrusted with such a dark secret? The fact I am the son of a now deceased Deacon Master makes it all the more ironic.[/i][/quote] In the book Cole Protocol, Its says an elite can only know his mother's brother. So you should change the word 'son' to nephew. [i]The fact I am the nephew of a now deceased Deacon Master-[/i] See, all better![/quote] Well maybe he counts the uncle like his adoptive father.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog [b]SECTION II[/b] [b]Part Sixteen - Life goes on[/b] [i]Who am I, to be entrusted with such a dark secret? The fact I am the son of a now deceased Deacon Master makes it all the more ironic.[/i][/quote] In the book Cole Protocol, Its says an elite can only know his mother's brother. So you should change the word 'son' to nephew. [i]The fact I am the nephew of a now deceased Deacon Master-[/i] See, all better! [Edited on 01.26.2010 4:48 PM PST]

Wort?

:)

I'll probably write some at the weekend, when I've got more time.

Guys? O-0 <~< >~> :'(

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] random no337 [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] RogueAssassin27 I wan Moar![/quote] I'm thinking of just completing Insurrection first; there's only a couple more parts to do. I recommend you read it if you already haven't, it'll give you something to do while you wait for more True Sangheili.[/quote]This ^[/quote] I tried, I like this and ODST more.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] RogueAssassin27 I wan Moar![/quote] I'm thinking of just completing Insurrection first; there's only a couple more parts to do. I recommend you read it if you already haven't, it'll give you something to do while you wait for more True Sangheili.[/quote]This ^

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] RogueAssassin27 I wan Moar![/quote] I'm thinking of just completing Insurrection first; there's only a couple more parts to do. I recommend you read it if you already haven't, it'll give you something to do while you wait for more True Sangheili.

I wan Moar!

What's the ETA on the next part sir?

this is great you are a great author

Me. Like.

M04r Ch4p73r5 pl0x? -translation- More Chapters please?

Hey Wolverfrog, maybe you could link the book in the OP? Easier to read you know...

i may be only up to the 2nd chapter so far but from the first chapter i can see your being true to the halo universe, great job and carry on.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Dead Major Niceeeeeeeee! I just read part 16-17. Good stuff. I love the bit with the hunter. You characterized Zharn and Ankrin really well. The only thing that I was a bit bothered about was how Sorran said hunters instead of lekogolo, or something like that. I figured being a Covenant, he would use that name. I guess I'm just a little picky with stuff like that. I'm loving the series man :D[/quote] That's just personal prefference. I don't like most Covenant species names, so I just use the human ones. Probably inaccurate, but I really don't care ;)