Unyielding Loyalty

riley-g315:

soldier-for-love:

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Guys

Guys who are confused

I Googled it

Sangheilis are the Elites, like what Junior is, the aliens.

Ohhhhh.

Uh. I have never played Halo in my life, I know zero about them other than…in RvB they worship Church and Tucker has an alien kid.

Sooo….yeah, not gonna do that M!A. xD)

//Well, RvB does not accurately portray Elites.  Elites as they are portrayed in Halo would be very difficult to write.  Considering you’d have to have a working knowledge of their language, society, religion, and military structure.

[ I beg to differ on their difficulty, but to each their own I suppose. ]

k-on-rvb-fan:

Halo: Escalation Issue 2 Cover

As Sarah Palmer fights to get the Arbiter and the Brute Ambassador to safety, Captain Lasky sneaks behind enemy lines to reestablish communications with the UNSC Infinity. Their plans for escape are jeopardized, however, by a turncoat in their midst!

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\ Neutral Ground \ FTL Taggart

ftl-taggart:

"You’re kidding me, right? I’m not going to talk to some split-jaw and play nice."

Only a day before his arrival on the Whispers of the Spirits lost, Taggart had been getting debriefed aboard the UNSC Infinity. He and his team had only just returned from a rather long excursion, when he was immediately pulled from his debrief to speak to an ONI agent.

"What’s all this about anyway?"

The unnamed man, no doubt a spook of some sort, only folded his arms across his chest, his expression unchanging.

"ONI has reason to believe that some of the splinter groups on Sangheilios are planning to do something other than "peaceful protest." And seeing as how we hardly have any intel planetside, we need to consult someone who does.”

"You mean something.

Taggart did little to hide his disdain for the Elites. Why should he? The Covenant was responsible for the slaughter of countless humans, and as far as he was concerned, the Elites were the most fanatical members of the Covenant’s religiously motivated genocide. The fact that they had to play nice with them during the final battles of the Human-Covenant War barely sat well with him, only being excused in his mind out of pure necessity, but the fact that they were still talking now only further annoyed him. 

"The Fact of the matter is, we figure you to be the most suited to the job. You’re a new face to the Sangheili, so you offer a unique opportunity of a blank slate in regards to Communication. Your negotiation skills are rather honed for a spartan, and considering that most other Spartans are former ODSTs who would just as soon put a bullet in an Elite’s head than talk to one, we chose you."

"I’m still not clear on why you’re choosing to send a Spartan in the first place. And what makes you think I don’t want to put a bullet in the Hinge-head’s dome? Why can’t you just send one of your Spooks to play nice?"

Taggart’s tone was becoming more and more indicative of his distaste for the Elites, and his growing annoyance with the situation.

"Because I’ve seen you in action Lieutenant. I know you can keep your emotions in check when you need to. And, against my own recommendations, we’re sending a Spartan because the Sangheili are Warriors. They respect other warriors. If we send a spy… well, I doubt we’ll get much information. They don’t exactly consider Spy work an "honorable job." "

Taggart let out an annoyed sigh, shaking his head slightly, before finally looking back at the ONI agent, whose name he still hadn’t hear. He decided to gloss over the fact that the man had said he had seen Taggart in action, reasoning in his mind that it probably was to be expected considering ONI’s backing of his fireteam.

"Fine. What exactly do you want me to ask?"

"We’ll be forwarding you a list on your tac-pad. Intel we’d like to now, in order of priority."

"Do I get to bring any weapons? Or my team?"

The ONI agent shook his head slightly, unfolding his arms and walking towards the hatch out of the room.

"Your team has another job. You’ll be accompanied by a small detail of marines, not counting the crew of the transport ship. You are to be unarmored, so as to not send the wrong message. You can keep your knife secured on your person, but no guns. We want intel, and if we show up armed to the teeth, they’ll think it’s less Information exchange, and more interrogation. You’re dismissed Spartan. Be at Docking bay D-17 within the hour."

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As Taggart read over the list of question provided, courtesy of ONI, he thought over the details of this “mission.” He definitely didn’t like going in with nothing but a knife and the clothes on his back, but he had to remind himself that he wasn’t supposed to expect combat. The knife was merely a precaution, but other than that, this was supposed to be an easy Job. He considered the use of a Spartan for a simple information exchange to be a serious misallocation of resources, but ONI disagreed. The Transport ship had jumped into range of the station a few minutes ago, and immediately launched the Pelican with Taggart and the Marines aboard. The ship kept a safe distance from the station, while the Pelican sped towards it, communicating with Flight Control for docking instructions. 

"You really think the Hinge-heads are going to share anything with us sir?"

Taggart looked up from his Tac-pad at the marine asking the question. The kid looked young, but not inexperienced.

"First off, for the duration of our stay on this station, there will be no slurs. No Hinge-heads, no Split Jaws. Just Sangheili. I’d think that even saying Elites is pushing it. Got it?"

The Marine looked surprised for a moment, before regaining his composure.

"Yes sir."

"And I think they might, otherwise ONI wouldn’t send us all the way out here in the first place. This is supposed to be mutually beneficial. If it goes sour, then we’ll just leave. ONI can find a way to clean up the mess."

Now approaching the UNSC station Whispers of Spirits Lost. We will be docking within 3 minutes.”

Taggart stood up from his seat, and approached the hatch of the Pelican. He grabbed onto a Support beam, and waited for the brief turbulence of the Pelican landing. It set down on the deck of the Hangar bay, shaking only slightly for a moment, before coming to a complete standstill. The door let out an audible hiss, before opening slowly, letting the occupants of the Pelican out.

Taggart stepped out onto the floor of the Hangar bay, looking around for a moment, getting his bearings. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but seeing the familiar lay out of a UNSC space station threw him off for only a moment, before he started walking towards the security checkpoint. He assumed it would be constructed differently considering it’s joint use by both Sangheili and UNSC forces, but he decided to push the questions to the back of his mind.  

He was the first one through the Checkpoint, the security officers letting him by with his Knife. While the rest of the Marine detail was being scanned and having their weapons checked into storage, The Spartans eyes shifted to the Towering Elite approaching him. The White armor almost blinded him with the reflection of the lights of the hallway, but he didn’t break contact. He stepped over the Elite, looking up at the Elite, who was standing a good foot and a half taller than himself. The other Marines’ expressions betrayed their disdain for Elites aboard a UNSC station, but Taggart’s expression remained emotionless. He kept his feelings in check. 

The Elite bowed his head low, almost coming as low as Taggart’s standing height, and spoke a greeting to the Spartan. Taggart hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether to salute or not. He quickly decided to bow as well, careful not to lower his gaze to the floor, less he give off the wrong signal. He knew a little of other cultures, and if the details of greetings from those cultures were any indication, he wanted to bow his head out of respect, but not submission.

"And greetings to you. Thank you for welcoming me aboard the Station."

He rose from the respectful gesture to his full, non-slouched height, attention never leaving the Spartan before him. Beneath the protection of his helm, it could be seen that his mandibles trembled with palsy. The result of nerve damage sustained during a battle with oddly enough, a Spartan years ago. It could not be controlled, and some believed this to be a sign of weakness. But it did not bother him, nor did he even truly notice it any more.

Scars of the war marked his armor as well as the thick skinned figure beneath it, bullet holes and dents. Each held a story behind them. A memory. Victories as well as new found regrets.

'Srao had a low rumble of a voice, rough yet powerful. 
"It is my duty. I am Fiira’Srao. There have been arrangements made for us to converse in a more private and quieter setting than this hangar. Follow me."

Fingers curled in towards his palms, he gave the man a nod, and he turned to begin walking to their designated area. Luckily for the pair it would not be necessary for them to be alone through the Spartan’s intelligence gathering. The UNSC and the Sangheili people were still working to keep from killing one another, so it would be foolish to stuff them into an office together. 

They were welcomed by a maze of hallways and smaller rooms once they left the hangar bay, and ‘Srao navigated them flawlessly. It was no issue, for Covenant ships in a way were worse with all the halls that snaked through them.

Directional signs along the walls were written in English as well as Sangheili glyphs, but he payed them no attention. A slightly smaller Sangheili passed them at one point, adorned in almost new looking armor. A youth. He froze in his place and bowed low to his superior, only to receive a nod in return.

He and the Spartan male soon arrived at a fairly large open room with one wall overlooking the stars, and small groups of Sangheili and Humans alike quietly mingling. A pair of Humans were watching a Sangheili sporting event on a vidscreen curiously, but without any hint of understanding of the sport.

'Srao settled himself into a seat at a table and welcomed the Spartan to do the same across from him.

\ Neutral Ground \ FTL Taggart

It had taken some time for a place of neutrality to be constructed, per the Arbiter’s humbled request. He wished for peace between the two races. At least as much peace as could be achieved with a number of Sangheili—once brothers in arms— had rallied against him against Humanity. The truce was believed dishonorable to many, and those same Sangheili denounced the Arbiter in rebellion.

Fiira’Srao had never fought alongside Thel himself, but he was loyal. Some thought him weak as well, an obedient little follower with no mind. No fear of the Gods and the Wrath they would bring forth for it.

The station Whispers of Spirits Lost  was built by the UNSC and named by the Arbiter himself, laying in neutral territory between space that both races controlled. Ships that wished to dock, could only do so if they were personally escorted by Sangheili Cruisers.

'Srao had been put to work aboard the station as a liaison between the two races, among a number of others. As of current, his primary goal was simply to provide information. Whether it regarded his people's culture, weapons technology—excluding that of shipboard armaments—, general questions about Sangheilios itself, it was all within his range of power to answer.

The Sangheili was massive at over eight feet tall, armor a pristine white that seemed to glow beneath the fluorescent lighting within the station’s hallways. Which, nicely enough for him, were built specifically to accommodate the greater heights of his kind upon its construction. Heavy feet clacked against the floor with every step he took as he made his way to his destination, Hangar Theta. The meaning escaped him.

As he approached one of numerous security checkpoints, ‘Srao allowed himself to be scanned in silence, being far too familiar with the process by now as well as it’s reasoning. It was simply to ensure that all weapons were accounted for and that those who were authorized to carry anything, had the right weapon. Were he given the authority for nothing more than his blade and a rifle, and he came through with a plasma cannon, there would be a problem. 

He had received little information as to why he was meeting a Spartan on the station, but he presumed all reasonings would be revealed upon the actual encounter. As the hangar came into view, it was easy to spot the target in question. Though still significantly smaller than himself, the same could not be said for comparing the man to the other humans. Others that had arrived on the same ship flinched at the sight of an ‘Elite’ on a UNSC station, but he payed them no attention.

The Sangheili approached with almost polite caution and bowed his head low. Respectfully.

"Greetings, Spartan."

fal-mora
"Rarely see sangheili around these parts" fal said as he laid eyes on the fellow sangheili

fal-mora:

asteadyhand:

fal-mora:

asteadyhand:

fal-mora:

sanguispatres:

"On Sangheilios? Are you drunk?”

I may be an alcoholic if that answers your question.

"My question was answered before I even asked it. A shame you are so stricken by addiction that you do not know where you are."

Well i haven’t been on the mother planet since I was the size of an unggoy. My uncles fled from the covenant shortly before the first ring was found. I was taken with them in fear of the prophets rage on my family

"So you were born unto cowards."

"Or the smarter ones. They saw humanity as a friend over a foe long before the arbiter joined them. Heretics or not they survived longer than the prophets lies to the rest of our people after the rings were found

"You should know as well as I that cowardice is punishable by death. No matter the reasoning."

fal-mora
"Rarely see sangheili around these parts" fal said as he laid eyes on the fellow sangheili

fal-mora:

asteadyhand:

fal-mora:

sanguispatres:

"On Sangheilios? Are you drunk?”

I may be an alcoholic if that answers your question.

"My question was answered before I even asked it. A shame you are so stricken by addiction that you do not know where you are."

Well i haven’t been on the mother planet since I was the size of an unggoy. My uncles fled from the covenant shortly before the first ring was found. I was taken with them in fear of the prophets rage on my family

"So you were born unto cowards."

fal-mora
"Rarely see sangheili around these parts" fal said as he laid eyes on the fellow sangheili

fal-mora:

sanguispatres:

"On Sangheilios? Are you drunk?”

I may be an alcoholic if that answers your question.

"My question was answered before I even asked it. A shame you are so stricken by addiction that you do not know where you are."

fal-mora
"Rarely see sangheili around these parts" fal said as he laid eyes on the fellow sangheili

"On Sangheilios? Are you drunk?”



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