Prologue
off time Epsilon planet in the Andro system
Hotel Bravo Charlie Foxtrot
Location: classified
“Hey, Parks what about that one over there?” Deago asked Frank pointing to one of the many beautiful women staying at the hotel.
“Not my type seems more your type Deago.” Franklin remarked as he put his travel bag on the conveyor belt. Ever since the attack on the Earth by the Didact as he was called security had been beefed up again. “As if it wasn’t high enough. Wouldn’t be surprised if they did a strip search on us.” Frank thought to himself.
“You’re hopeless man. Have you ever even had a woman you could go home to?” Deago remarked as he to put his bag on the conveyor belt.
Franklin shook his head no.
“I’m focused on the mission at hand and that,” Franklin said pointing to a rather stunning blonde, “is a distraction Allen.”
The woman walked by and started whispering to her friend the one Deago had pointed to. They both laughed and disappeared around a corner.
“At least you can get a laugh. I can never even get that.” Deago said discouraged.
Parks wrapped his arm around his dark friends shoulders.
“It’s ok second lieutenant. Before you know it we’ll be back in the field and the last thing you will be thinking about is women.” Frank remarked and gave a sly smile.
“Got that right because this right here is my baby and love.” Deago said pointing inside his bag. His custom SR (sniper rifle) was taken apart but Frank knew Deago could whip it together in an instant if he needed to. The Army official didn’t really question why a Spartan Five would have guns with them on vacation but then again everyone on the Infinity questioned Master Chief when he mentioned the didact and look what happened there.
“I wonder what ever happened to him. He’s a legend among Spartans and I wouldn’t miss a chance to meet him.” Frank thought as they walked into the hotel. Last he heard 117 had gone rogue for his own reasons. “Can’t say I blame him Frank. The guy did great things for humanity and look what they did to him.” Deago remarked as he whisped a hey to the desk clerk who smiled back.
"aaah I had forgot about that little “upgrade.” Frank remarked as they stepped unto the elevator just the two.
“yep, real life savior I believe all though hearing your thoughts all the time makes me edgy so I’m tuning you out for now.” Deago said.
Silence. That is all Frank heard now. On the other end of the hotel a group of camouflaged Elites were about to make their entry into the hotel in their normal stealthy fashion. This vacation was about to be over sooner than it began. Way sooner as the head Elite barged the security door open with his energy sword to the control room.
Chapter One
Hotel Bravo Charlie Foxtrot
1300 hours
location: classified
“Human where is the adjutant?” The leader elite asked the last remaining officer alive.
“What are you talking about?! What is the adjutant? I only work here! Don’t kill me!” The man yelled trying his best to get out of the elites grasp.
With a snarl the elite ran him through with his energy sword and tossed him across the room.
“Useless each and every one of them!” He exclaimed and pointed to the many consoles and security screens in the room.
A group of jackals and grunts hurried equipment in through the blasted door and began setting it up connecting it to the varies screens and monitors. A lesser elite commander red status walked up to his commanding officer and knelt before him.
“Commander, couldn’t we of just hacked their systems from our ship in close orbit of this planets moons? We run a risk doing this and you know Father would be displeased with us if we fail.” He said awaiting his commanders words.
There was silence for just a moment except for a grunt apparatus that squelched some methane from the air. They had been here longer then the commander had expected.
“No my brother Asum 'Mdama father would not be displeased with us. This is exactly what he asked us to do. As his second born son you know he is right. If we hacked the system the humans would know we were here and this is a luxury resort. They wouldn’t think this place would be attacked. Remember Earth is their home and that is where their forces are now.” The commander snarled and clasped his right hand enough to allow his blood to come from his nails digging into his Sangheili skin.
Further up his right arm he had a slash mark that was caused by his own sword by the one the Unggoy called, " the demon" a rather simple term but a very acceptable one for the human. Dural would have his revenge someday but not today. Revenge for Requiem and that day in the place the human called New Mombasa. Today he had a mission to complete for his father the fleetmaster Jul 'Mdama and he would see it through first before anything else.
“Forgive me Dural for going against father’s judgment. I will return to the ship and see that the Unggoy receive new air supplies.” Asum said and stood. He turned and walked off through the doorway two shadowy figures following him.
Asum was always paranoid and I don’t blame him. After what happened at Requiem and the didact’s “fall” as the humans would believe they each had their own shadow guards. A gift from their father but not necessary.
“That would be best Asum don’t disappoint me. Do as I tell you and we will both have revenge.” Dural said as his brother disappeared using his own cloaking device.
As he returned his sight to the monitors something caught his attention and he commanded one of the Unggoy to stop the screen. In a flash he was over to the paused screen. Two humans larger than the others was in an elevator talking to each other. An elite smile crossed his Sangheili mandibles something very few saw.
One of the grunts noticed and was curious and hoping to get a rank by being attentive.
“Yes, shipmaster you notice something. What is it shipmaster?” The curious grunt asked.
Dural pointed to the two humans in the elevator and barked a command to the group. He also called an elite minor into the room.
“Bring one of those humans to me! They are spartans! I can tell by their size. An acceptable opponent and they will have the information I need! Do this and you all will increase in stature under me and our Fleetmaster Jul 'Mdama my father your leader!” Dural 'Mdama shipmaster commanded.
With barks of glee and happiness the grunts agreed, the jackals squaked, and the group of elites the minor brought with him agreed as well and nodded their heads.
I may not have my revenge on “The Demon” but this will make up for it for now. Very much so. Dural thought as he sat down in a chair one of the grunts had pulled out of the ship.
He looked down at his chest a giant slash mark scar left there from “The Demon” from those many years ago. Soon your head will be mine!