Writing Halo: History [PG]

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[CENTER][I][B]PRE-WAR[/B][/I][/CENTER]

[B] The creature peered out a gigantic window, into the depths of space. His quarters were silent? Peaceful. He closed his eyes, and opened them once more. His dark skin was covered with golden armor. The armor that his race of Elites wore proudly. If war ever broke out with the Brutes like it had in the past, they would be ready. And he would lead them to victory.

Or would he?

Two stars shined brightly, not too far away. He watched them, without thought. Without reason. His mind and body had grown tired. They had grown old. He might die like ancestors before him had. But not here. In battle. He knew war would break out soon. It was the quest of The Covenant. The duty. The Covenant shall dominate. It is in the Elder Prophecy that they would rule. He would lead them.

He really hadn?t thought much about it at the time, but one star seemed to move. It seemed to slowly move. He blinked his eyes and turned away. He pulled off his helmet and laid it on a desk made of steel. He sat in the desk chair, and turned on the holographic monitor. No news today? That was odd. Lately, there hadn?t been many duties for him to run. Everything was in order.

?Sir??

He looked up. A grunt had entered his quarters. He put his helmet back on and sat up straight.

?Yes, youngling?? He said loudly.

?You might want to see this, Commander, sir.? He stuttered.

The grunt walked (wobbled actually) over to the desk, and gave the Commander a chip. The Commander looked at the chip, and then inserted it into his hologram monitor. A blue/purple map shot up into the air, out of the monitor.

It was a galaxy map. He stared at it. His face went stern.

?Send in the Officer of Research from the lab. Now.? He exclaimed.

?Y-Yes sir!? The grunt ran quickly out of the large steel room.

The Commander couldn?t believe what he saw on the map. He didn?t know what it could be. There were possibilities. But races with Colonies this size were far on the other side of the galaxy, most of them glassed by now.

An Elite entered his quarters. He had less armor than the Commander, but he didn?t need any, really. His armor was purple, stating that he was but a low-ranking scientist. His mouth was opened wide, ready to speak.

?A small planet, sir. Colony.?

?Indeed. What say the Prophets??

?They havn?t heard word of this, Sir.?

The Commander let out a sigh. He looked back up at the map. War would break out once more. The Covenant hadn?t made many allies in the path to the Great Journey.

?Will we send a fleet, Sir?? The officer asked. He scratched the back of his neck, nervous as the Commander looked up at the map.

?Notify them at once, Officer.? The Commander said sternly.

?Yes, Commander.?

That was the day it all began. The path to further dominance began, and he would no doubt lead it. He would either ally with the Colony, or send their race to their deaths. Any race that wouldn?t take on the covenant religion were demons. Demons he must destroy.

Silence took over the room. Space was lonely. They were drifting a few kilometers away from High Charity, trying to spot any new colonies to glass. Glass. That was what they called it whenever the Covenant took out a planet or colony. He felt a certain thrill to be at war. To destroy races. He shook his head at this thought. He didn?t want to be like his ancestors. It was vile. Immature in a fierce way. He didn?t want to be the demon himself. Though, if the Prophets called for it, he would fight. Without turning back. It should be no problem, as the lab had developed new and stable weapons for the forces to use.

And he would soon destroy the colony. One colony to another, he would prevail along with his fleet. His army. His brothers in war, It was his time. Convert or die.

It was just the Elite way to think like this. His generation of people thought like this. War. Destruction. All for loyalty to their religion. Even the fierce dominant race, The Hunters were now a part of the path to the Great Journey. And The Arbiter died just for this purpose. For his religion. For The Covenant.

?The Sacred Ring will be found, and brethren, we will seek it out, and punish all the demons that might even think of stopping us. We will unite, and we shall conquer. It is the will of the gods!

The Hierarch sat on his throne, hovering above the purple and blue lit steel flooring. His bug eyes barely blinked as he spoke. He spoke sophisticated, higher than the others at the station. He thought he was better than them. He knew it. The Commander listened to Regret?s voice, as it boomed into the ship. The sermon had grown old. He sighed.

The pre-war sermon.[/B]