User:Twilightstorm

Background
Little is known about he S-III Michel of Omega Company. He strikes when no one sees him and is always on the move. His only tools; his guns and deception... He isn't the kind o human o show mercy. He hates everything that beats him and hate his master... or rather owner even more but loves her. Her name? No one knows... Michel still watches his former masters... ONI withou heir knowledge... he hopes for them o step further into the gale that grows even now...

Ars Arcanum
Chapter One

A Covenant super carrier, called Archaic Memory, floated in the darkness of space. It's insides filled with few life forms and galaxy devouring parasites... The ship had gone threw hell and all surviving crew, mostly grunts, had been inprisoned. Renegade SPARTAN-IIIs guarded the brig. Teams Rapier and Knight of Omega Company. The leader of the was quite small, she looked at her gauntlents and pondered. Her name is Madaline-O007 or Mimi for short... she never asked to be this. Hearing the word revenge just got to her when they brought her in. She had a family... but she soon replaced them with team Rapier. Michel watched her from afar with Rey, the teams bomb expert, and Nikki, the teams electronics and engineer. They had another but he was to 'blind' to see what was happening...

Lysira Sarris a former ONI spook could be found at the bridge. She and a coucilor were conversing over Mimi and Michel. This fake councilor posed as the vice of a dead minor prophet. He tricked the command crew with silk words and delivered the ship to Lysira. In return she'd keep him safe as well as his secret... Personally Lysira hated all life but the renegade spartans had grown attached to her, they didn't care about her past or the fact that se coud read and control minds. They would give their lives to protect her.

"Reim is it? I sence that we will be very good friends... So where is this Holy Ring you were talking about?"

"You'd risk your own life to destroy everything? You are a strange human indeed..." Reim replied as he looked away from the albino human.

Michel cleaned his rifle. He hated the brig but loved it. Every now and then a grunt would be taken out and forced to his own chores. What he hated were the elites. With all their talk of honor and glory they over looked the very foundation of having honor. Killing an unarmed combatan; dishonorable, killing women and children; dishonorable, attacking the human race over silly objects left behind by their lords; unforgivable to him. But he respected them. He became friends with one. He nicknamed him Courage, he never flinched like the others but he beged for death or the chance to slit his jailer's throat. BUT they all had one thing in common: hating the Unggoy called Peeps. He wasn't like the rest... He has guts and brains. He'd kill an elite if given the chance... Mimi walked into the brig, all cat like...

"Shifts over..." she said in her emotionless tone.

"You never say nice things Mimi... Always serious. I like that." Michel responded.

"You can't handle me." She countered,"Get lost"

"Yes ma'am, see you at dinner." Michel said leaving a piece of paper where he sat.

Mimi looked at it. The fool always had a crush on her but never showed because Spartans were trained to treat their bretheren like family. She liked him too.

Chapter Two

Michel looked at his right arm. He was different from th others... he had Flood DNA in him. He heard of his kind. Hybrids he'd call'em. NOVA team was like this. During his training he learned of their exploits and wanted to be like them. One they his entire company as shiped out to destroy a Covenant conoy. Teams Rapier, Knight, Ferret, and Lion survived. On their way back they talked about killing the man who sent them on this suicide misson. 300 children against a fleet of warships and their target was just wrong. It was a complete failiure. Michel didn't give a damn. Just as long as his twin was still breathing he'd live. He cut himself to relief the stress and the wound slowly closed back up...

He left his barren room and decided to take look around the ship. In bay 7 were two longswords the next one had two more aswell as the one after that. Bay 9 had been closed to the rebel staff that joined them. The spartan-IIIs were working on a Lekgolo who they called Gurdian. Two pelicans were present in the bay with a scropion battle tank and a cobra artillery. If their were to be an attack they'd be ready. They had gone to far to let some fool to get in their way.

As he made his way to the bridge he felt it enter slipspace... How did he know? He vanquished the thought and continued on. Perhaps Lysira could explain it maybe it is becuase he is always in her presence...

He hated this feeling... knowing everything that may be or may become... Like foresight only worst becase he experiences it in his dreams. He found out from his new mother that the fleet is heading towards a Halo. Installation 06, it hadn't been found yet and that means their job just got alot easier. Lysira told him that she was going to make settlements on the fortress world and the planet near it. No one could stop them now. Not even the famed John-117.

Chapter 3

The fleet of rebel ships, that believed in Lysira, came out of slipspace with the Archaic Memory. They crew and inhabitants of the whole fleet were fixed on the Halo. Lysira acted as if she seen it before. How could she have? Nothing about her was the least bit normal. Maybe... just maybe... she might be a Forerunner. It all didn't make sence to Michel. Nothing about this whole thing was normal!

"Michel... get your sister. There is something I want to tell you..." she said.

Once together the twins began to converse about this. Was it an op? A secret mission of their leader to eliminate a rebel in particular? She came in after a few moments. The two stood at attention... they weren't prepared for what was going to happen.

Lysira pulled them to her and hugged them both. She cried and kissed their face plates. They were confused. What had happened? If anyone dared hurt her they'd experience something far more than death...

"Michel... Mahiru... I am your mother..." she said in a soft tone.

"What...?" He would have never guessed it.

"How are you our mother? Our mother wa-" before she could finish Lysira interupted her.

"I gave birth to you both... ONI forced me to give you up and threatened to kill the both of you... I gave you two to a friend... I had no choice... Do you forgive me...?" they knew she hurt her self every day but... was it all becuase of them? What she did?

"We do..."the twins replied at the same time.

They could never ahte her. Even if she hurt them now they'd stay by her side till the end. But now wasn't the time to get familiar with their mother. It was tiem to exact their revenge on the UNSC. In order to make this all work Lysira made the rebel forces to piracy. Prey on UNSC supply ships and cargo ships. It was to easy.

The fleet now called Gathering Storm landed on the installation and began to coloninize it. The Colony needed a human and covenant name for the benefit of attracting recruits to join them. Prisoners were forced to see what was happening and in due tiem tehy joined. Lysira had ways to make fools see everything her way. Michel and Mahiru were now let to decide on military bases in key points for defence and offence. Their secondary objective was the monitor. They occasionally see a purple ball in the swamps and the arctic regions but... they could never get it. It called it self 16807 Dark Requiem.

Chapter 4

The arctic regions were safe from the Flood if tehy ever get loose from her control. It was decided that all military bases were to be located in any Forerunner installations in the arctic regions as well as the control room, the map installation, and other key points. In under four months the rebel civilians had constructed a few settlements. For now they only need to protect the Halo dubbed Omega Halo since the other ones had Greek letter names. It was just a matter of time before some fool leaks cordinates. They prepared for such a thing, The Archaic Memory and the rebel frigates and destroyers aswell as captured patrols from a few colonies.

Team Rapier and Knight were given objectives. Rapier was sent to the Library to retrieve the Index and Team Knight lead a garrison to guard the Control Room. If the traitorous spartans ONI had been talking about came here... they'd lose more than just their lives... they would be forced to beg for death infact... For now the colonization of Omega Halo is top priority.