Life or Dishonor- A Sangheili History

[Feegmonster]

Hello peoples. This is a fan fiction, as I though it'd be cool to write one. This is the first part of it so far. I noticed no one ever wrote about the Covenant's history, so, without further ado...

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SOMETIME DURING THE SAN 'SHYUUM/SANGHEILI WAR- IN ORBIT AROUND SANGHELIOS

 

Chapter 1- A Religious War

 

 

       Rhel 'Kutam was angry. The 'Kutam keep, a warrior class of Sangheili, was dishonored by this fighting. The Sangheili ship, Forerunner's Light, was damaged, and leaking atmosphere in several places. They had been lucky- the blast from the Dreadnought had missed, although still dealing them a glancing blow.

 

       These San 'Shyuum heretics would take the sacred relics from Sanghelios by force, if not for the few warrior kaidons on peaceful Sanghelios who rose up to stop them. Karn 'Kutam was one such kaidon. Rhel would follow him to the end of Sanghelios, as would his fellow warriors. The Sangheili would rather die than submit to these heretics who tampered with relics. Admittedly it made them strong, but strong through heresy. If not for the Dreadnought, the San 'Shyuum would already have been crushed by the might of Sanghelios.

 

       The display board in front of Rhel flashed. Heretics were boarding the Forerunner's Light through the hull breaches. Rhel swiftly mustered a force of ten 'Kutam bearing elegant ceramic Sangheili armor. He equipped them with spinner guns from the ship's armory. An elegant, curved piece of sharpened metal was spun at high velocity until it rocketed out of the weapon's barrel, hopefully at the enemy. Spinner guns were notoriously inaccurate, prompting the 'Kutam warriors to bear fountain blades as well.

 

To be continued...

 

Please note that while the San 'Shyuum/Sangheili did occur, causing the Covenant to form, and the Dreadnought exists, all mentioned characters, vessels, and weaponry (so far) are fictional (at least more fictional that Halo already is). As in, I made them up (not species, or events, just characters, ships, and weapons).

[Sp4rkFloW]

O_O. Telling a story from a completely different point of view then the occasional Spartan, takes a lot of guts.You've done this before haven't you? This fanfiction displays the story in such a way, that it captivates the reader, which is why I love it! Keep doing what you're doing. It definitely has potential! You even got the legendary Absolute Dog to like it! That's an accomplishment in itself!

[Feegmonster]

O_O. Telling a story from a completely different point of view then the occasional Spartan, takes a lot of guts.You've done this before haven't you? This fanfiction displays the story in such a way, that it captivates the reader, which is why I love it! Keep doing what you're doing. It definitely has potential! You even got the legendary Absolute Dog to like it! That's an accomplishment in itself!

Really that good? I've never done this before...

I'll post a new entry soon.

[Sp4rkFloW]

You should. You're a great writer!

[Feegmonster]

STILL SOMETIME DURING SAN 'SHYUUM/SANGHEILI WAR- STILL IN ORBIT AROUND SANGHEILIOS

 

Chapter 2- Boarders

 

      Rhel and his 'Kutam warriors advanced slowly towards the corridor where the breach was located. The heretics could be anywhere, and with their ungodly technology, every Sangheili on the ship could swiftly meet a horrible death. Leul, a war veteran, took point, and the rest followed behind, spinner guns activated and fountain blades at the ready. Leul poked his head around the next corner and gave the all clear signal. Something popped. Leul's head was gone, and a treacherous San 'Shyuum heretic stood where he had been.

      Rhel lunged forwards to stab the heretic in the head, but his blade was knocked back by some invisible force. The heretic lifted a glowing C-shaped gun and shot it, point blank, at Rhel. He had ducked to the side just in time to save his life, but pain was still coming from somewhere. Rhel screamed and the sound came out mangled. He was missing his lower left jaw. Still screaming, he lifted his spinner gun to the heretic's head and fired, blasting a giant hole through the creature's serpentine head. Whatever force had stopped Rhel's sword must have been weakened by his initial strike.

      "They have shields! They fight without honor, so we must fight with enough of it for all of us!" Rhel roared, his three-jawed mouth mangling the once easy to pronounce sounds. Another pop came, and a Sangheili went down screaming. The eight remaining warriors behind Rhel fired their spinner guns, and six heretics flickered into being, holes punched through various parts of their bodies. The Sangheili finished them off and charged around the corner, with Rhel on point. A San 'Shyuum saw Rhel prepare to fire, and raised its pistol, but fell before it could fire, looking astonishedly at the blade sprouting from its chest. The warrior who had slain the heretic nodded to Rhel, and charged back into the battle. He was cut down within seconds.

       The Sangheili were fast losing the battle. Rhel shot at a heretic, but the spinner went wide and impaled a Sangheili, pinning him to a wall. The heretic laughed, but it quickly turned to a gurgle as Rhel shot him twice to over come the energy shields and then slit his throat. Three Sangheili remained, but five heretics had survived. Rhel mustered his warriors and had them fire rounds of spinners at the oncoming San 'Shyuum. Two heretics went down, but one spinner backfired and the Sangheili holding it was killed. Rhel was out of spinners, but he would not use the weapons of the heretics, and risk making himself one. He charged at the remaining three San 'Shyuum, blade raised.

       The heretic didn't even flinch, just lifted its pistol and fired into Rhel's chest. Rhel went down in an explosion of pain, and the last thing he remembered was seeing the last Sangheili left standing blasted by three pistol shots.

 

To be continued... See above post for details of stuff.

[Feegmonster]

STILL SOMETIME DURING THE SAN 'SHYUUM/SANGHEILI WAR- STILL STILL IN ORBIT AROUND SANGHEILIOS

 

Chapter 3- Boarding

 

      Rhel awoke to yet more pain. He laboriously lifted his head and stared down at his chest. The heretic's weapon had melted his armor, and it had hardened onto his flesh. Rhel struggled to his knees. Standing, he tried to breathe. It was difficult, the melted armor restricting his lung capacity. He lifted his fountain blade, only to find that it was completely deformed, melted beyond recognition and fused to the armor on his hand.

 

Rhel was dishonored.

 

      He had fallen in battle, and his life was now forfeit. He had nothing left to lose. He gazed at the hull breach, and at the heretic Dreadnought looming outside, surrounded by the debris of Sangheili ships. Rhel backed up three steps, seized a spinner gun from a fallen brother, and sprinted for the breach. Rhel jumped.

      Rhel was soaring through space. He turned and saw the destruction, his breath catching in his throat. Forerunner's Light, Heathen's Retribution, and Infinite Honor were the only three Sangheili ships left. He turned, facing the Dreadnought again, determination building. Death would come, and while it might be his own, many heretics would surely fall with him.

 

FIVE SANGHEILI HOURS LATER

 

     The Dreadnought had been further away than Rhel had expected. The recycled air in his mangled armor was getting thinner and thinner. He would have liked to have saved his ammunition for combat, but he had no choice. Rhel repeatedly fired his spinner gun until he ran out of spinners, greatly increasing his speed. Ten minutes later, just as his air was about to run out, Rhel landed on the Dreadnought's hull.

 

Now he had to find a way in before he suffocated.

 

See first post for details of stuff.

[Feegmonster]

SOMETIME DURING SAN' SHYUUM/SANGHEILI WAR- OUTER HULL OF FORERUNNER DREADNOUGHT

 

Chapter 4- Nothing Left

 

Nothing left. No ammo. No will to fight. No air. No honor. 

 

     Black spots danced before Rhel 'Kutam's eyes as he struggled on towards a strange depression in the Dreadnought's hull. He convulsed, and fell to the ground, mere meters from the crater's edge. He gasped, inhaling the last ghost of oxygen inside his mangled armor, and dragged himself over the lip of the depression. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was the structure beneath him shifting and opening as his falling body drew near.

 

     Rhel awoke three hours later, his body still starved of oxygen, but alive. The Dreadnought had apparently recognized him as an intelligent species and drawn him in. He pushed himself off of the floor, using the fountain blade fused to his armor as a cane. A sound came from behind him. He turned, but nothing was there. Another rumble echoed from below. 

 

     "A divine instrument bows to no-one but its makers," Rhel choked out. The Dreadnought was still struggling to fulfill its own agenda. Rhel listened for a few moments more before staggering towards a computer terminal sunken into the passage's wall. Using his good hand, Rhel identified himself as a Sangheili prisoner being taken to the bridge of the Dreadnought. The computer accepted his answer, but spoke.

 

     "Why are your guards still camoflagued?"

 

     Rhel whirled, roaring, his blade arm slashing a heretic in two. The other backed away as Rhel smashed the terminal, which was attempting to alert the rest of the Dreadnought to a skirmish. Rhel had been found.

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[Feegmonster]

SOMETIME DURING SAN' SHYUUM/SANGHEILI WAR- HALLWAY 06523 COMPUTER TERMINAL 539-F ABOARD FORERUNNER DREADNOUGHT

 

Chapter 5- The Bridge

 

The remaining heretic dropped to the floor in the face of Rhel's righteous fury. Rhel heaved the body's hand onto the smoking receptacle of the terminal, confirming with the computer that Rhel's guards were still alive. And they were. But not for long. With no further use for the heretic scum, Rhel slit his armored throat and moved on. 

     The area of the ship that Rhel was in appeared to be deserted, but after those camouflaged heretics jumped him, Rhel was extremely wary. For a vessel of the gods, this ship was a dangerous place to be. Rhel limped down a hall that seemed to stretch forever forwards. The Dreadnought groaned and shifted as he struggled onward. Finally, Rhel reached another computer terminal. He overrode the alarm with a heretic password and activated a portal network to take him to the bridge of the massive ship. Rhel looked around quickly and slipped into the portal, emerging silently into yet another deserted hallway.

     Rhel looked around, confused. Where was he? This was most definitely not the bridge of any godly vessel. He turned towards a viewport and examined the spacescape before him. In the distance, he could see the hulking mass of the Dreadnought and the three remaining Sangheili vessels dodging blasts of hardlight and ionized gas. Rhel turned again. In the center of the room was a bulky Forerunner artifact, looming like a demon. Rhel instinctively stepped back.

     This artifact must have been the interference that the portal had experienced. Whatever this thing was, it had drawn the portal activity towards it, warping Rhel onto the ship. According to Rhel's smashed armor, this room should be adjacent to the bridge of the ship in cruiser class heretic vessels. He limped to the door that would lead to the bridge and mustered his courage. Would he die? Yes, of course he would. But so would the heretics, and if his plan went right, this mysterious godly artifact. He had to do this.

     The door hissed open and Rhel charged in, roaring mangled curses with his three remaining jaws. Four heretics died by his holy sword before they could even react, and only five lightly armed opponents remained. The first of these five lunged at Rhel, attempting to take the sword from his melted hand. Rhel just chopped him clean in half. The two highest ranking heretics ran to their dashboards and began calling more troops to the bridge as Rhel slew the other two San' Shyuum as they tried to subdue him. 

     The shipmaster raised his heretic weapon and it began to glow a sickly green as the other heretic panicked. 

 

     Rhel would have his honor back.

SOMETIME DURING SAN' SHYUUM/SANGHEILI WAR- ABOARD HERETIC CRUISER GIFT OF THE GODS IN ORBIT OF SANGHEILIOS

 

Chapter 6- Rhel Threejaw

 

     Rhel easily dispatched of the two remaining heretics and sealed the doors by smashing their controls. He turned to the main computer banks and realized that he now had a problem. He had no idea how to operate this heretic ship. The computers whirred and Rhel turned to look at the offending technology. It whirred again and announced in the Sangheili language- 

     "Language assimilated. Transferring." The strange symbols that covered the holographic boards shimmered and changed into Sangheili writing. Rhel smiled a mangled smile and strode forwards.

 

     He worked quickly, confirming with the computer that yes, he did want to perform a Slipspace jump directly onto another heretic ship's coordinates. Rhel commanded the ship's weaponry to fire on other heretic vessels, and also lowered the energy shielding. A countdown timer appeared. Rhel had three minutes left before Gift of the Gods destroyed itself and its brethren- as well as him. He looked out on his home planet, beautiful Sangheilios. He had done all that he could to protect it.

 

     Two minutes left.

 

     If he survived, he would be famous. His missing jaw a mark of honor, not shame. But he wasn't fooling himself. There was no chance of his survival. 

 

     One minute left.

 

     Rhel Threejaw. A great Sangheili hero. But an unsung one. A dead one. A dishonored one. He had done the impossible. He had survived against all odds, and avoided the one choice- Death or Dishonor. He had chosen dishonor and somehow avoided it. The real choice he had to make now was Life or Dishonor, in a way. He had chosen death for himself, but life and honor for his kind. It wasn't really a choice, he supposed. only a possible outcome.

 

     Then Rhel uttered the last words that anyone aboard the heretic ship would ever say. 

 

     "I am Rhel Threejaw 'Kutam. Life or dishonor? I choose neither. I choose death!"

 

     The ship made the Slipspace jump.

SOMETIME DURING SAN' SHYUUM/SANGHEILI WAR- IN ORBIT AROUND SANGHEILIOS

 

Epilogue- Ashes

 

     Debris from the five heretic ships that had been destroyed littered the orbital battlefield. The Sangheili had survived, and more reinforcements were coming. Word was spreading that the heretics had been infiltrated by a lone Sangheili with melted armor and only three jaws. Word also came that the war was ending. The heretics were afraid. If one enemy could do this to us, they said, should we make peace?

 

     Two ships had exploded after a Slipspace crash. One, cleaved in two by Gift of the Gods' weapons. Another was severely damaged, and listed sideways into a fifth, which buckled and snapped in the ensuing crash. The heretics sought peace. And it was all because of one three-jawed warrior who had lost his honor, his companions, and his normal life. Sangheili like Rhel Threejaw 'Kutam?

 

     They deserve the name "Elite".

That's the end. Thanks for reading it, if you actually did. Feedback would be nice.