User:BK Burger Boy/Rise of a Warrior

Chapter 1: The Betrayal

Niomkiljolmee tightened his grip on his plasma rifle. He saw Elites being lined up by the Brutes from the rocks he was hiding in. The Brutes unslung their plasma rifles and Executed the Elites nailed to the wall. Niokiljolmee closed his eyes at his comrades' lives being wasted. when he opened his eyes, blood stained the sand and made the it seem like a blue carpet. The grotesque beasts laughed at the massacre they created. Niokiljolmee could not let these vile things get away with this. The enraged Niokiljolmee activated his camouflage, his brilliant silver armor faded into the environment. three Brutes were conversing at the murder site.

Niokiljomee upholstered his sword and walked behind a Brute. He activated his energy sword a cut into the Brute's back. The other Brutes, shocked, swept their plasma rifles around, and The elite eviscerated one of the beasts, his entrails spilled out like a snake that was drenched in purple liquid. The two other brutes opened fire, but they did not hit him. In a sudden flash of light, both of the Brute's heads hit the ground with a clunk. Niokiljolmee deactivated his sword and was about to leave when he heard a faint cough from the body pile. he proceeded to the pile. A blue armored Elite gazed at him and said "Avenge us, brother, spill those traitors' blood and make them pay". The Elite coughed. Niokiljolmee watched his eyes darken. He was dead.

Rain fell from the Heavens, and a Phantom buzzed overhead. It was unlikely controlled by elites, so Niokiljolmee activated his camouflage generator. The jungle foliage would disrupt his outline, so it would be difficult for the Brutes to spot him. The Phantom hovered over a clearing tin the thick jungle. Two Jackals dropped from the Grav-lift. A sniper and his spotter. Niokiljolmee unslung his plasma rifle. Blue plasma slashed through the jungle and hit the Jackal spotter in the back. It dropped and the sniper turned around, beam rifle ready. Niokiljolmee burst from the thick undergrowth right at the Jackal and ignited his plasma sword. The Jackal's head hid the ground. Niokiljolmee took his Beam rifle. Lightning flashed in the distance. He could see the Phantom patrolling the air, and a blood splattered fuel rod cannon on the grassy ground. Nioliljolmee dropped the beam rifle and grabbed the cannon. The Phantom saw him, and fired bright orange blobs of plasma, which Niokiljolmee dodged with ease. He fired a blast of green plasma which hit the belly of the craft, all three cannons fell.

The Phantom veered away and tuned for another pass. Niokiljolmee prepared himself. He unloaded his fuel rod cannon on the Phantom. Seven hits. the Phantom spun wildly and began to lose altitude. It hit the ground and a blinding blue flash of plasma and a shower of debris and bodies of burnt Brutes was all that was left of the Phantom. Niokiljolmee dropped the smoldering cannon and pick up the beam rifle. "That is for my brothers!" Growled Niokiljolmee.

Niokiljolmee Surveyed the jungle. There were only 5 elites with him, balanced against the thousands slaughtered here. There were 2 minor, 1 major, and 2 honor guards in his squad. "Be careful, there are bound to be snipers." Niokiljolmee cautioned his allies. A flash of Purple cut through the jungle and a blue armored Elite fell onto the jungle floor lifeless. "Scatter!" growled Niokiljolmee. He readied his Beam rifle. He saw a red dot through the leave and vines. A Jackal's eye. Niokiljolmee held his breath and squeezed the trigger. The Jackal fell to the ground with a loud smack. Niokiljolmee moved up the rocks for a higher elevation. He found his spot when a beam hit him in the leg, and he howled in pain as he fell of the rock and hit the ground unconscious.

Niokiljolmee began to wake up. His eyes began to clarify. He was in a bed made of strange materials, it was very comfortable. He did not realize the face looking at him. It was a human. Niokiljolmee was shocked. “Die Heretic!” he growled as he got out of the bed. “Calm down big guy.” The human said as he was about to strangle him. “We’re on good terms now.” Niokiljolmee sat up in his chair. “Your buddy Half-Jaw is engaging the remaining brutes. You’ve been unconscious for a day. I administered the meds, you’re lucky to be alive.” Niokiljolmee realized where he was. He was on a Cruiser, the human saved his life. “Thank you Human, I would have surely bled to death without your assistance” “No problem” he replied. Niokiljolmee began to walk out of the medical station and through the purple corridors of the cruiser.

Niokiljolmee made it to the bridge where a Sangheili clad in brilliant gold armor sat in a command Chair. “Ah, Niokiljolmee, or should I say Niokiljolm. Welcome aboard the Concealed Blade of the Separatist Fleet. I am Shipmaster S’toarem.” The shipmaster spoke in an unusually commanding voice, even for a Sangheili. Niokiljolm’ queried “What happened to our position in the Covenant military?” The shipmaster paused, then replied. “ Our Arbiter uncovered the secrets of Halo. The Prophets are filthy liars that used us to accomplish their martyrous goals. The Halos are not holy relics, they are super weapons constructed by the Forerunners to wipe out all sentient life in the Galaxy.” Niokiljolm’ pondered for a Moment. It was hard to comprehend, but his train of thought was disrupted when an Sangheili Major began to speak. “Shipmaster, Three brute ships, two frigates and a destroyer.” The Shipmaster thought for a moment, his deep red eyes narrowing. “Move the fleet into firing position, monitor their communications chatter. Do not Fire until my mark” “Aye Sir.” The major replied. The Brute ships began to turn and meet the fleet. A long pause of a moment seemed to transcend into hours. “Fire,” the Shipmaster growled. The Cruisers’ sides glowed red and purple and plasma beams arced across the vacuum of space. The beams impacted the side of a Brute Destroyer, Shorting out the shields and damaging the hull. The Sangheili cruisers fired plasma torpedoes at the crippled Destroyer. The torpedoes impacted into brilliant flashes of blue, and the midsection of the destroyer blossomed into a ball of fire. Ion trails spewed from the vaporizing hull of the ship as it boiled into molten metal. Scratch one the Shipmaster thought. The ensuing explosion shorted out the other two brute ships’ shields, forcing them to break off. The Brutes knew they were outmatched.

“Lateral lines hot,” the Major informed. “Recharging in three.” Three seconds felt like three minutes. “Fire!” the Shipmaster shouted. Plasma torpedoes followed the two ships, swerving to strike their targets with ferocious force. Two torpedoes struck the bow of the ship, causing the reactor core to go nuclear. The ship flashed, instantly ionized, sending molten metal from the shattered frame into space, atmosphere from the ship’s interior dissipated into a beautiful psuedonebulae. The other ship was struck, and it’s engines flashed twice before going out. It has been disabled. “Finish them.” The shipmaster ordered in a cold, spiteful voice. The Concealed Blade eased over above the wounded cruiser, and mercilessly glassed over the top of it, leaving the passengers to literally bake in the intense heat, a sure sign to other brute ships to fear the Sangheili.

“Plot a course for Earth,” ordered the Shipmaster. “Bring the one called Johnson back to his desired location. Near the ruins of the human city, we must secure the Ark.” Niokiljolm looked confused. “The Ark?” he asked. “It is a sort of a bomb shelter from the Halos. The Forerunners placed all of our species in it when they activated Halo.” the Shipmaster replied. “ The Prophet has it well defended. Anti-air batteries line the excavation site.” “Then I will find a weak point in the defenses so we can secure the Ark.” Niokiljolm’ said with great luster in his voice. He was ready to prove himself to the right path, unclouded by the Prophet’s lies. With that, the Concealed Blade’s streamlined hull entered slipspace and was en route to the Human homeworld.

The Concealed Blade exited the slipspace vector and halted, followed by his fleet of five craft. Human forces were engaged with the Brute fleet. They had the Brutes off guard. Plasma bolts and MAC cannon rounds were exchanged in the battle raging on. “Concealed blade and Twilight Compunction, fire upon the wounded Brute vessels, be aware, do not hit the Human warships.” the Shipmaster ordered.

The Two cruisers fired at the Brute ships, sending lightning-like flashes through space. A brute vessel detonated, reeling it away from the rest of the fleet, incased in a ball of flames. It shook, then exploded into three separate chunks. The Human ships weapons systems recovered as the surprise attack caused the brutes to become momentarily dazed. MAC rounds impacted the brute ships, Puncturing large holes in them, causing a de-pressurization that sucked all of it’s crew out into the cold of space. The ship’s lights went out and it began to drift away. Two other ships were destroyed in the barrage of Archer missiles that followed. The remaining ships steered away from the battle, speeding into the Earth’s atmosphere. They had ran. The Human ships began to approach the Sangheili battle cluster.

A Human frigate docked with the Concealed Blade. The Name of the frigate read The Forward unto Dawn. A few minutes of speculation passed, then the doors slid open soundlessly, as a group of human warriors and warlords entered the bridge The Crew of the craft reported to The Shipmaster. He spun around in his Chair and gazed at them with trust in his eyes. His gaze was met by the one the Humans called Lord Hood. “Humans, we come to assist you, and I speak for the entire race of Sangheili.” With that said the Elites all growled in approval. Lord hood sighed in relief, and removed his cap. “I am deeply relieved to hear this. These ships you see are all we have left. The Brutes have brought us down to twenty ships.” The shipmaster nodded solemnly. “I will do all I can to help preserve your race.” the Shipmaster and Lord Hood shook hands.

The Sangheili ships and the rest of the human ships began to descend down to Earth, the Home of Niokiljolm’s former enemies, and his current Allies. They were Headed for a mountain named “Kilimanjaro.” The Human Attack force is accumulating there, and they will sit and wait. Wait for the Demon to come. The Carrier broke the atmosphere and descended into the war-torn planet.

Niokiljolm’ sat on top of an olive drab crate. He was in Crow’s Nest, a UNSC mountain outpost. Human war machines called ‘warthogs” rolled up and down the circular roads in the base. Medics rushed wounded Sangheili and human warriors up and down the road. Niokiljolm’ was gaining a respect of the valor of these creatures. Humans fought until the end, through the horror and trauma of the battlefield, much like his own race. A pair of Sangheili warriors wearing blue combat harness approached him. Human soldiers were accumulating, preparing for an assault.

Niokiljolm’ was tasked with disabling anti-air batteries dotting the crater, which was widely presumed to be where the Ark laid. It was shrouded in a dust cloud, due to the glass particles of the glassing being kicked up into the air. “Warrior, we must meet with a man known as Pete Stacker. We are tasked with disabling AA gun 5.” Said a Major Domo Sangheili. Fire teams of marines and Sangheili Warriors loaded into their respected dropships outside the tunnel. Pelicans and Phantoms load and unloaded furiously, bringing and recycling fresh troops to the plains of battle. A man wearing a distinct cap and a scruffy beard walked in the cavern.

He spoke with a twang in his voice. “Alright gentleman, I‘m Major Sergeant Pete Stacker, But you can call me Big Pete. Pop, drop and lock. We’re boarding Phi-21 in a jiffy, you have 5 minutes. Grab your guns and report to me when you are ready. Niokiljolm’ slid off the crate and a human warrior unlatched it. He passed out Human long rifles, that had an eye assistor and an ammo cartridge that was loaded into the back. He recalled them being called “Battle Rifles.” A Marine handed him a rifle. Niokiljolm’ grabbed it into his hands, it was an awkward handle at first, but he grew used to it’s long form, unlike the smaller plasma rifles and needlers he was used to. The Marine gave him a quick tutorial how to handle the weapon. “You must reload after the clip expends. You can keep track of the amount of bullets in the magazine with the counter under the optical sight. Once you insert a fresh clip, twist the bolt back and you can resume firing.” Niokiljolm’ kept his energy sword as a backup. The Human and Sangheili warriors reported to Stacker. A dropship began to descend, it’s engines screaming.

“We’re goin’ to blow the hell out of some AA guns in sector Alpha-03. We will drop 10 kilos from the site and sneak up on the Bravo-Kilo’s. Now, all aboard the victory train!” With that. The man stepped onto the Pelican, and was followed by his men. The Sangheili reluctantly stepped on the strange contraption. Niokiljolm’ took the last available seat and racked his rifle. The Pelican shook, than took off and left the top of the mountain and zoomed into the savannah.

The Pelican was smoothly flying over the bare savannah. Niokiljolm’ glanced down to see an earthly predator with a hairy mane feasting on a dead brute. The other pelican flying next to them began to pick up speed. All was going well. The first battery was in sight, poking out of the foliage a few kilometers from where they were. The flight was disrupted when the Pelican next to them took a fuel rod to the -blam!- pit and veered off to the left and crashed. A plume of smoke began to rise in the desolate plains.

“Banshees!” The pilot shouted as they took a hard turn. “Someone man the gun! I going to pick up the survivors.” Niokiljolm’ manned the 50. Cal in the back of the Pelican. The flight doors opened, leaving a strong wind whipping at the passengers. Niokiljolm’ squinted and gazed out the back of the craft. Two purple, insectoid craft were gaining on them. Banshees. Niokiljolm’ let loose on the gun. The first banshee was torn to shreds, exploding in a brilliant blue flash of raw plasma, letting loose a charred brute corpse to plummet to the ground. The second banshee did a barrel roll away from the craft. The Marines in the Pelican let out a huge cheer and encouragement for him. Niokiljolm’ took a deep breath and prepared himself.

It was not fit to celebrate yet, as the other Banshee looped back in front of Niokiljolm’s sight. A large, glowing green ball began to collect under it’s bulbous canopy. It was charging up It’s fuel rod gun. Niokiljolm’ began to fire frantically at the Banshee, shredding off a wing in the process. A large, blinding red flash streaked across the sky. At first, he though he had been killed by the fuel rod, but on second glance, there was no Banshee, just debris plummeting to the ground. Niokiljolm’ was puzzled. Was this an intradimensional phenomena, or a new human weapon?

“So that’s the new Laser they’ve been working’ on.” said Stacker “We’re entering the crash site in 10 seconds. Make room for some extra passengers, Marines.”

The Pelican’s engines roared as it began to descend. A marine holding a large weapon with steam still emanated from the tip of the barrel stood in the crash zone. The weapon that destroyed the banshee. A few bodies lay scattered about, but there were 4-5 survivors. “The Covenant know we are coming,” Said the Marine holding the Laser “there are going to shoot you down if you get closer, we have to drop off here.

“We got Bravo-Kilos!” shouted a Marine in the crash site. A pack of brutes were galloping towards them. Marines poured out of his Pelican and let loose with battle rifles. Niokiljolm’ got out of the Pelican and joined them. Bullets pinged of the brute’s armor, until the armor of one gave way to the bullets and collapsed. Niokiljolm connected with his battle rifle, all three bullets connecting to his forehead, splitting his head like a melon and dropping him into a heap. Two brutes lay dead, succumbed to the might of the continuous fire. A minor brute snuck around the Pelican and fired at a marine. A Spiker round hit him in the leg. He fell back screaming, and a medic rushed to him. Niokiljolm’ put his rifle away and ignited his energy sword, brilliantly reflecting off of his silver combat armor. He sprung himself into the air with his powerful Sangheili legs. The Brute, gaping in awe did not realize that Niokiljolm’ was jumping in front of him. He took a horizontal swing with his sword, disconnecting the Brute’s head from his neck. The corpse fell stiffly backwards and blood poured wildly from the wound.

The only thing they had left to deal with was the Chieftain, who had just pulled out his Gravity hammer. The beast took a swing at a pair of marines, knocking them both backwards, and they impacted the sand behind him. One of them was knocked unconscious, and the other one got back up and continued fighting with his assault rifle. Niokiljolm’ picked up the laser from the unconscious Marine’s grip. His nametag read: O’CONNOR, FRANK. Niokiljolm’ turned around and saw the Chieftain charging towards him, rage apparent in his apelike eyes. He fumbled with the laser, looking for the trigger. It felt awkward in his hands, like most Human weapons. He held down the trigger until a red bead erupted into mighty red thunder, setting the brute ablaze and blowing the flesh off of his bones. It began to rain ashes, pilling back on top of the heap of blackened bone.

Niokiljolm’ let out a sigh and stooped to the ground, letting go of the Laser. The smell of burned flesh assaulted his nasal openings. Stacker stumbled towards him. He took a plasma bolt to the leg. “Damn, friend. I’m glad we have you on our side.” Niokiljolm let out a smile. “It is a pleasure, too human,” he said in a warm voice. “Come on, we gotta get to the AA gun by sundown, when the Chief arrives.” said Stacker. One word entered his mind. The Demon.