High Charity
The dark halls of the Covenant jails were illuminated by a dull red. Brute Chieftain Tartarus and his escort dragged the body of Thel 'Vadamee through the corridor, Kigyar biting and clawing and the bars of their cells as the flesh walked past.
Brute 1: How much further must we heft this baggage? Any cell will do.
Brute 2: *looks to Jackals* Why not toss him in with this lot? They could use the meat.
Brute 1: Them? What about us? My belly aches, and his flesh is seared, just the way I like it.
Tartarus: Quiet! You two whimper like Grunts fresh off the teat. He's not meant for the jails. *smirks* The Hierarchs have something special in mind.
The Chieftain typed on the panel, opening the gateway to a grand mausoleum. . . As they stepped onto a gravity lift, they failed to notice a shimmer trailing behind them. . .
—
The Elite Honor Guards stood idly at their stations, observing Tartarus as the Brutes brought Thel 'Vadamee along the walkway. His large hammer caused the grinding of metal to echo across the mausoleum before the core. There sat the two present hierarchs with a large chamber beside them.
Tartarus: Noble Prophets of Truth and Mercy.
The Brutes bowed at once.
Tartarus: I have brought the incompetent.
Truth: You may leave, Tartarus.
Tartarus: *perks up* But I thought-
Truth: And take your Brutes with you. . .
Tartarus: . . . Release the prisoner.
The Elite was dropped down, resting on his knees and the Brutes excused themselves.
Truth: . . . The Council decided to have you hung by your entrails and your corpse paraded through the city. But ultimately. . . the terms of your execution are up to me.
Thel 'Vadamee: I am already dead. . .
Truth: Indeed. . . Do you know where we are?
The once general didn't even take a glance.
Thel 'Vadamee: The Mausoleum of the Arbiter. . .
The Prophet donned a small smile.
Truth: Quite so. . . Here rests the vanguard of the Great Journey. Every Arbiter, from first to last. Each one created and consumed in times of extraordinary crisis.
Mercy's booming voice began to rise.
Mercy: The taming of the Hunters! The Grunt Rebellion! Were it not for the Arbiters, this Covenant would have broken long ago. . .
Thel 'Vadamee: Even on my knees, I do not belong in their presence. . .
Truth and Mercy neared, their hovering seats coming closer to the disgraced Elite.
Truth: Halo's destruction was your error, and you rightly bear the blame. But the council was. . . overzealous. We know you are no heretic. This is the true face of heresy. . .
He held up a small device, projecting the form of another Elite. His equipment were rustic in color, a visor resting over his eyes, and missing a helmet.
Truth: One who would subvert our faith and incite rebellion against the High Council.
Sesa 'Refumee. . . The Heretic.
(A/N- I'm calling him the Heretic because it's easier.)
Heretic: Our Prophets are false! Open your eyes, my brothers! They would use the faith of our forefathers to bring ruin to us all! The Great Journey is a-
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Halo, Remnants: The Great Schism
FanfictionHalo, but with an oddity. Halo was destroyed, the Covenant was dealt a devastating blow, and the Flood were wiped out. At least, that's how it was supposed to go. Now, the Covenant intend to take the battle to Mother Earth, but the Remnants of Nobl...
