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Short story - Tartarus

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Fair warning, this is a Halo short. I'll keep it G-rated, but this is for anyone who doesn't know who Tartarus is, he's the guy in my Avatar. Brute boss from Halo 2. Mohawk Man.
Anyway, this was thought up in about an hour.

When we left the High Charity, the High Prophet of Mercy was attacked by the parasite. I knew something was wrong in the first place when that Human ship crashed within ours.

The Elites' rebellion, they took our minions. I was instructed by the Prophet of Truth to leave Mercy to die. My thoughts became doubtful when Truth let his own brother die. To let the Prophet of Mercy go without what his name is!? I was enraged, angered by it. My brothers silently agreed, however we said not a word to the Prophets.

We had our plan, to rebel when we boarded the Phantom, and came into the atmosphere of Halo. We would attack- But what would become of us? When we were to silence Truth, would we be silenced also? My questioning began mental trials. Our capture of two humans- one named Keyes and Johnson, was our key to activating the ring. The Great Journey was to begin, however the Oracle had begun to twist my thoughts in what the Ring's true purpose was. We would either ascend, or we would all die.

After avoiding the Sentinel attacks by coming in from above, we had gone around. There was many an opportunity for the Elites to ambush us, but they chose not to. Their leader, the Arbiter, had found his way in, silencing my men as he came. He allied himself and his fellow Elite brothers with the humans, and took my remaining men out.

Finally, the Control Room.

I had gotten there long before the Arbiter had made it to the Scarab. I had Keyes, I had everything I needed to activate the ring- Truth's false words had already persuaded my arms to activate. When I had heard the Arbiter's voice, I knew it was too late to turn back. I had doubted Truth, and I had not the time to deal with my doubts appropriately. It was that time.

Arbiter began to believe my words, however Johnson is what had me. He had gotten his weapon, and taken down my shields. I hurried to the inspection platform, and was at my battle stance. When I had turned around, my shields had been knocked out already; Arbiter's energy sword had gone through my fur, and I was ready to fall. When the sword was deactivated, I fell from his grasp.

I had said my last words, "The true words... of a false warrior," before I was silenced.

Those last words I wanted to say: The true words of a false warrior are begun upon his deathbed. May the will of those against me be imposed upon me, for I have deserved it.


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