2. CTF Hostilities (1/2)
note: i have decided
with the amount of reviews in such a short amount of time, i shall
begin writing the origins of the ctf. i hope it appeases to your
liking and that it actually makes sense. and interesting. really
interesting. enjoy and r&r! i like opinions and criticism, so
give me what ya got kids.
folsanee clacked his
mandibles in nervousness as he walked down the halls of high charity.
he had been summoned by the high council to have a meeting. and he
had much reason to be nervous.
he
had seen what had happened to those who had failed the prophets
during their holy missions. he flinched at the thought of his head
being on a pike or to be
utally executed in front of his comrades.
his fears had almost come true after his last mission.
as
a gold field commanding elite, he and his team had been sent to fight
the (drones) on the swamp lands on the planet yeberek during the holy
crusade. his team had been overwhelmed by the enemy and he had been
forced to retreat to one of the spectors. using its plasma gun, he
had single-handely cut down the (drones) and
ought the rest into
submission. upon returning to high charity, he had been summoned by
the prophets to a meeting. his huge casualty list of kia and his lone
retreat caused him fear that would lead to his execution.
the
prophets however, had thought of his actions as courageous and
distinguished. instead of punishing him, they had given him the
greatest honor of all, to become the next arbiter. ever since, he had
worn the em
oidered armor with pride that even made a fleet
commander nod to him in respect.
however,
as his feet
ought him closer to the council chambers, his heart
began to race. had they changed their minds of his former actions and
deemed them cowardly? would he lose his honor and be sentenced to
death? these questions skimmed through his mind as he reached the
chamber doors and pushed them open.
it
was a small chamber. in the center was a round platform embellished
by a symbol representing the gods. two minor prophets flanked the
high prophets, who's age was shown through the wrinkles of their
skin.
"
i am here at your bidding high prophets of love, tranquility and
deceit."
"
ah, folsanee," chirped the prophet of love. " do not look so
nervous. we
ing you only news of what is next to come for our great
salvation."
a
sigh of relief issued from folsanee's mandibles. as long as the
prophets were not angry with him, this meeting wouldn't be so bad.
"
folsanee," croaked the prophet of deceit. " as one of the highest
ranking elites in our service, we have given you the grand honor of
defeating the heretics led by rolandee. they have been nipping at our
buds for too long."
folsanee's
heart sank. of all the missions, why must he be sent to kill one of
his former best friends?
"
we know this may be hard for you," purred the prophet of
tranquility. " but not only will you squash the bug that is
hindering us from achieving our goals but you shall prove your
loyalty to us once again. you will be one of the greatest sangheili
ever!"
"