User:K4/Chronicle 4: The Fallen

 Part 4 of the Chronicle saga, a collection of short stories regarding K4's characters. 

People. Screaming. Faces contorted into terror. They run. Fast. Pushing, shoving, all bying for a chance to get away from it.

The Ship.

The massive Covenant spaceship that hung overhead, it's lateral plasma lines glowing a deep red. They flashed.

Then, everything was gone. No more people. No more screaming. No more shoving and terror. Just death.

Arna 'Himtuee casually strided through the corridors of the Unopposed Intentions. Today was a good day; they had found another of the human's colonies on a moon in the Drif'ger System and eradicated the worthless primates. He felt no mercy and was actually glad that he had assisted in the glassing. It was better than having to train the whelps the Prophet had assigned under him. These young Sangheili knew nothing of discipline. What were their keeps teaching these days? the throghts of keeps broguht familiar scents to his nostrils, if only as he imagined them. The warm waves of heat rolling from the forge where his uncle had hand-made his first Blade. The metallic tingle of his own blood as he fought to the death with another Sangheili for the first time. The radiance of the females as they crowded around him, eager for his seed. The moment passed and he marched on, report in hand to deliver to the noble Prophet of Regret. Being the San 'Shyuum's bodyguard and liaison to the Unopposed Intentions had it's rewards, including free autonomy whenever he wasn't at the Prophet's side. He had once thought of running for becoming his keep's Kadion, but thought better of it after the first encounter with the humans at the world they called Harvest. The blundering fools those Jiralhanae had been. They nearly lost their ship to the wretched things!

He paused as his DNA was scanned by the pad by the door and felt the familiar stab of the tissue collector running his DNA against the database. seconds later, he was in. Inside, the San 'Shyuum hovered on his gravity throne, conversing with a holographic image of another High Prophet. As Regret turned and saw Arna awaiting him, he hastily finished his conversation and the image disappeared. The Prophet motioned for him to approach and he did so. Just another day, serving the Covenant and the keep. He thought as he went over the report with Regret.