In Due Course
*Italics signify that it is being spoken in the species’ native language, or in the universal language of the Covenant, and that this is the closest possible translation.
There was a soft creaking noise as the immense golden doors slowly opened under the guardsponies’ magical influences. Through this towering archway strode three of the strangest creatures Equestria has ever seen.
Standing an intimidating eight feet tall, the Ultra proudly and confidently entered the room with measured steps. His black Spec Ops armor was burnished and buffed until it practically shone. To the passing guards, he appeared to be wearing an exoskeleton of charcoal. The armor buzzed with fresh power, its advanced shielding and cloaking mechanisms prepared to be utilized at a moment’s notice.
The Ultra’s gaze passed about the room appreciatively, soaking in its grandeur. For the last several days he had chosen to forsake his helmet, allowing the resident ponies to slowly become acclimated to his admittedly frightening features. On his left hip rested his trusty plasma rifle, pulsing blue with fresh energy and prepared to be wielded at a moment’s notice. On his right hip hung the hilt of his energy sword, quiet at the moment but able to become a terrifying yet majestic harbinger of death in the blink of an eye.
Everypony present knew that the Ultra was a warrior of unmatched skill and ferocity, virtually unstoppable in battle and completely immune to his enemies’ cries of terror or begs for mercy. Yet at the same time he was frighteningly intelligent, unwavering in his beliefs, and fiercely loyal to those that commanded his respect and admiration. For these reasons, and many others, the Ultra was both feared and respected among the ranks of the Royal Guard, as evidenced by several sweaty brows and one rookie’s tremulous gulp.
To the Ultra’s left strode a creature of significantly less stature, but of arguably greater terror. About four feet tall, the lanky alien known as Bok proceeded forward with a relaxed, almost jaunty gait, as if he knew he was as big a deal as the ponies made him out to be. Which he most certainly did. Encircling his head was a pair of sleek goggles, the lenses glowing slightly as they provided several tidbits of tactical information to the alien, which certainly could assist him in accomplishing some of the near-impossible feats he’s capable of.
Bok’s chosen weapon of destruction, the focus rifle, which had been demonstrated on multiple occasions to be both fearsome and awe-inspiring and wielded by an extremely capable and disciplined marksman of the very highest caliber, was casually slung over his back, capable of being whipped into action at a moment’s notice. On his right hip rested his sidearm of choice, a terrifying design known to the ponies only as the ‘needler.’ Everypony whose eyes lay upon it cringed at the thought of the pink, crystalline shards piercing flesh. Its apparent explosive tendencies only served to heighten its aura of fear and mystery.
What little armor the creature wore was covered in intricate markings, colors, and designs, and only served to enhance the rumors and whispers circulating about him. On multiple occasions, Bok had been seen to simply melt into the shadows, move swiftly and silently through the darkness, scale impossible obstacles and heights, and take unfortunate pony passerby completely by surprise. What was all casual fun and games for the alien revealed only a taste of his deadly and honed abilities to his new equine hosts. None was too eager to incur the creature’s ire.
And finally, to the Ultra’s right waddled a creature of seeming innocence and clumsiness that belied the true nature of determination and competence he embodied. Standing even shorter than the Royal Guards, not counting the decidedly strange triangular protrusion he wore on his back, Pip-Pap easily sauntered forth, regarding the guardsponies beside him with nothing more than idle curiosity. There was not a trace of fear or worry in the stubby creature’s eyes. The ponies were not a threat to him. Not in the slightest.
Pip-Pap’s Spec Ops armor gleamed a deep purple, almost black in some places. It too buzzed with slight energy, capable of completely cloaking its user at any given moment. The respiration tank attached to his back also hummed slightly, providing its wearer with deep, refreshing breaths of methane. The ponies didn’t know that, though. For all they knew, which amused Pip-Pap greatly, the mask he wore was to inject combat-improving drugs into his system. He wished.
Hanging from his right hip was his plasma pistol, primed and ready, as evidenced by its healthy green glow. Pip-Pap stroked the handle fondly as he walked. His pistol’s overcharge mechanism, which he was an expert on employing safely, had saved his skin more times than he cared to count. Also attached to his utility belt were several small blue spheres, known to the ponies only as ‘plasma grenades.’ Pip-Pap had denied a demonstration, claiming that they were both valuable and far too destructive. The only thing the ponies needed to know about them was ‘never, ever touch.’
So, it was hardly surprising that the group of assembled guards let out a soft, collective sigh when the three most deadly creatures in a ten-mile radius paused before the throne and bowed before the being they each held in the highest respect, esteem, and admiration:
Princess Celestia of Equestria.
“Rise, my friends,” the melodious voice of Celestia rang throughout the room. She wore a slight smile on her face as the three stood. That smile widened and she cocked an eyebrow as she drank in their appearances. “You three look ready to take on an army. I sincerely hope you are not expecting to?”
The Ultra looked confused. “Of course not, Your Highness. This is a formal meeting, is it not?”
Celestia nodded slowly, understanding beginning to dawn on her face. “Do your people, the Covenant that is, always look ready for war at formal events?”
The Ultra nodded. “To be Covenant is to be ready to fight heretics at a moment’s notice. Though that is no longer the path we follow, I suppose some of our old habits have not yet left us.”
Celestia simply smiled. “Do not trouble yourself over it, Ultra. I trust you are not planning on using those weapons?”
“Of course not,” came the swift reply.
“That is pleasing to hear,” the Solar Princess responded with a smile. “I am sorry I could not meet with you three sooner. The past few days have been...” Her smile faded ever so slightly. “Taxing.”
“We understand, Your Highness.”
“Thank you. I trust your stay at the castle has been pleasant thus far?”
“It has,” the Ultra replied. “Your servant, Cobalt Shine, has been most helpful in familiarizing us with the castle’s facilities.”
“That is good to hear. Have you been receiving everything you may need? Is our food to your liking?” she asked, a hint of worry creeping into her voice.
The Ultra paused for a moment. Although the lack of meat in the ponies’ diets was certainly irksome, the trio had managed thus far. The Ultra decided to tell her the entire truth, though. “For the most part, yes. Although we have also partially relied on our own supplements from the supplies we managed to recover from our ship a few days ago. Some more than others...” he trailed off, sparing a nervous glance at Pip-Pap.
Celestia frowned as she picked up on his hesitation. “Is there something you would like to discuss, Ultra?”
The tall Sangheili considered her question for a moment. “I suppose it would be worth mentioning, as time is indeed running out. The main problem is for Pip-Pap. You see, the atmospheres that would be considered safe for all of us are poisonous to him. That tank on his back contains pure methane in an effort to mimic the atmosphere of the Unggoy’s homeworld. This is the last tank we have available to us. It will need to be refilled if he is to survive. His diet is also rather...unique.”
Celestia’s frown deepened. “That is distressing to hear. Is there anything you can do to meet your comrade’s needs?”
“Without contacting the Glory Upon Salvation currently orbiting the planet, not much, no.”
Celestia considered the Ultra’s words for a moment before speaking again. “That is another issue. Have you managed to make any contact with your ship yet? Is there anything we can do to help?”
The Ultra shook his head. “Bok and I have been tinkering with my helmet, attempting to boost the signal and tune to the right frequencies, but we have not yet had any success. We simply don’t have enough power. With the abilities granted by magic, however, it could be possible.”
“Hmmm...” Celestia pondered, closing her eyes thoughtfully and tapping her forehooves together. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open and a small satisfied smirk flitted across her features. “I’ve got it. I will set up an appointment for you with my personal student, Twilight Sparkle. Whom, if I remember correctly, you have already met?”
“We have, Your Highness. However, if I may inquire, what can she do to help us?” the Ultra questioned.
Celestia smiled broadly at that. “I am not yet sure, Ultra. However, she is one of the brightest minds in Equestria, and is always willing to help somepony, or some creature, in need. If anypony can come up with a solution to your problems, it is her. She has the intelligence and expertise to solve, or at least provide insight on, these quandaries. I shall send for her immediately.” Out of seemingly thin air, a scroll and quill materialized, and the quill started moving in quick, sporadic movements as Celestia quickly penned out her message. Soon, both objects vanished back into thin air with a soft golden flash.
The Ultra shook his head slightly. He doubted he would ever get used to the seemingly infinite possibilities afforded by ‘magic.’ “Thank you, Princess. We are in your gratitude.”
“And you, mine,” she replied easily. The Ultra inclined his head but said nothing, allowing her to continue. “So,” Celestia began. “With those issues temporarily out of the way, it has come to my understanding that you three have renounced your so-called ‘Prophets’ in favor of learning our ways, correct?”
“Indeed it is so.”
Celestia smiled widely. “Very well, then. It would be my utmost honor to help you three become acclimated to a life of peace and posterity. The easiest way for your adaptation to begin is if you learn the laws of our country, and abide by them.”
“This sounds simple enough,” the Ultra responded.
Celestia laughed at that. “You say that now! How I wish it were so. You have no idea how often the finer points are discussed in excruciating detail in my court on a regular basis by those insufferable nobles...”
“I imagine that not all of those ‘finer points’ would apply to us,” the Ultra observed.
“Hmmm...” Celestia hummed. “Probably not. However, there is a slight catch to this plan.”
The Ultra arched an eyebrow in surprise. “And that would be?”
The Equestrian monarch leaned forward in her throne and tapped her forehooves together gently. “I’ll start from the beginning. You see, we share our planet with many other sentient species that do not live here in Equestria. And many of them are not nearly as peace-loving and friendly as we are. Thus, we have a very different set of laws governing those that are passing through or visiting within our lands.” She paused for a moment. “If you three are to be expected to abide by Equestrian law, then by all rights I should make you Equestrian citizens.”
The Ultra hesitated at those words. To follow Celestia’s will and learn the ways of peace and harmony was one thing, but to completely abandon his heritage and pledge to live among the ponies was another thing entirely. “I...am not quite sure what to think about that, Your Highness.”
“Nor would I expect you to,” she replied smoothly. “But I can assure you this: Equestria is unlike any place you have ever before visited, though I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you that. Believe me when I say I understand your anxiety. To give up your identity almost completely and agree to conform to different cultural norms, and to integrate with another species entirely is a very daunting task. However, I think I have the perfect plan to help smooth things over.”
“Do tell,” the Ultra prodded, his curiosity piqued.
The Princess smiled. “Since you three are trained soldiers, should you accept Equestrian citizenship I would invite you to join the Royal Guard. You would be placed in a brand-new special division of the Solar Legion, my own personal bodyguard, where you would answer directly to my orders but still be subjected to Equestrian law. It makes things easy for the both of us, wouldn’t you say?”
The Ultra pondered the Princess’s suggestion. He was not entirely sure what to say or even think about this unexpected situation. On the one hand, he trusted and respected the Princess above any other leader he’d ever encountered, and he had a desire to follow her. Certainly more than those false ‘Prophets.’ But on the other, all of this was so sudden and confusing, how could he be sure he was making the right choice?
The Ultra glanced left and then right at his comrades, attempting to assess how they were considering the situation. Both Bok and Pip-Pap seemed just as confused and uncertain as he felt. Looking back to the slightly smiling princess, the Ultra cleared his throat and began to speak. “Princess...for perhaps the first time in my life, I am unsure of the path ahead of me. I know not which road to follow. Thus, I shall seek your guidance. Do you truly believe this is the best course of action?”
The Princess’s smile did not falter. “I truly believe,” she replied gently. “And after a few millennia, I like to think I have a bit of a knack for making tough decisions,” she added with a wink.
His mind was made up. Her reasoning was sound, as always. It was time to take the first step of his new life, and to do so all he had to do was something he’d been doing for all his life: have faith. “Very well, Princess,” the Ultra said quietly. He kneeled before her once again. “I accept your gracious offer of citizenship and tutelage. Henceforward, I promise to serve you unwaveringly, through life or death, to never question, to be mindful of my duty, and, above all else, be proud of my life’s calling,” he intoned softly, reciting an old Sangheili oath from his distant past.
Celestia smiled with bemusement. “Rise, my friend. I graciously accept your promises, Ultra, and will hold you to them. But I daresay you’ll soon be making a different set of oaths. Equestrian oaths.”
“As you wish, Princess,” the Ultra replied.
Celestia nodded, but said nothing. She glanced at the Ultra’s two companions with some confusion. “And what of your comrades, Ultra? What do they have to say?”
The Ultra realized with a startled jolt that they still considered him to be their leader, and that he would do all the speaking for them. That was the way of the Covenant. But they were no longer Covenant. “My friends...” the Ultra began as he turned to Bok and Pip-Pap, who both wore expressions of surprise at being called ‘friends’ for the first time.
Equestria was a land of many firsts, the Ultra mused.
“As I have just given up any remaining loyalty I had to the false ‘Prophets,’ the Covenant Hierarchy no longer applies to us. I am no longer your commanding officer. For perhaps the first time in your lives, you are free. You may speak your mind. And most importantly, you may make your own decisions.”
Bok and Pip-Pap were shocked by this revelation. It was understandable. How could they know what to think or say at a time like this? All their lives they were followers. They were spoken to, and spoken for. They followed orders without question, under the penalty of death and public shame. How could they know how to deal with this sudden freedom?
The Ultra swelled with happiness and pride as he considered the word ‘freedom.’ Yes indeed. He was now free. Free to carve his own path. Free to act of his own will. Free to live his life the way he wished. And it was an invigorating feeling.
“My friends,” the melodic voice of Celestia began. “In this court, everypony may freely speak their minds. Everypony has the right to challenge the rules, to fight for their wishes and desires, and to strive to shape the world with their own vision. They may not always get what they want, but everypony has the privilege to ask, and to try. So I implore you to speak your minds as well. You will not be punished for doing so. That can be your first lesson on the Equestrian way.”
The Ultra found himself struck yet again by how deep Celestia’s wisdom ran. She always knew what to say at just the right time. A diplomat, a warrior, and a caring soul all wrapped up into one. He did not regret his decision.
“Well...” Pip-Pap squeaked nervously. “This is a new experience, Princess. Freedom is...strange to us. But it feels good. I’ve never liked the war. Or the Jiralhanae. I too would like to stay and learn. I accept your offer, Princess.”
Celestia smiled broadly. “That is wonderful to hear, Pip-Pap. And remember, feel free to speak to anypony. As a member of my personal bodyguard in the near future, everypony will respect anything you have to say.” Pip-Pap beamed at the thought. He bowed respectfully yet again. “And you, Bok?” she continued.
The Ultra was about to remind the Princess that he was incapable of speaking their tongue, but then decided he would simply translate the lanky alien’s clicking, screeching speech. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head at what Bok said, however. What a mouthful that one was! He was not going to translate that! Sure he hated the Jiralhanae just as much as the next Kig-Yar, but even so...
The Ultra opened his mouth to reprimand Bok for his language. “Bok-”
He was cut off by Celestia’s bemused laugh. “I wouldn’t quite use the same terminology, but yes I can see where you’re coming from.” All three aliens froze as they realized that Celestia, against all odds, was somehow able to completely understand what Bok had said. The lanky alien himself looked rather bashful. The Ultra then noticed that Celestia’s horn was glowing slightly. Of course...
Bok spoke again, this time more respectfully. “Apology accepted, Bok. I thought it was rather amusing,” Celestia replied with a glimmer in her eye. Bok asked yet another question. “Hmm? Oh, how I can understand you. Well, you see...” Bok cut in to jabber some more. “What’s that? Yes, that’s more or less how it works. Don’t act so surprised. If you think this is amazing, Twilight Sparkle will really blow your mind...”
The Ultra watched with amusement as Bok conversed jovially with the Princess, delighted that she could understand his limited speech abilities. As the Ultra considered the Kig-Yar, he realized for the first time that, unrestrained by the rules of the Covenant, Bok was actually quite the cheerful chatterbox. He looked forward to having more conversations with him in the future.
“Very well, Bok,” Celestia replied as their conversation drew to a close. “I am more than willing to bestow the gift of citizenship upon you as well. Scribe!” she called out loudly. A side door banged loudly open and a brown unicorn with a tousled black mane, large spectacles, and green eyes hurriedly entered the throne room, a jar of quills and a long ream of parchment held aloft by a sparkling green aura.
“You called, Your Highness?” the scribe asked in a nasally voice.
“Yes, thank you Pen Scribe. I need you to document the following proceedings...” The Ultra paused for a moment as he realized the pony’s name was actually ‘scribe.’ He had to resist the urge to facepalm.
“Ahem,” Celestia began in a regal tone. “I, Princess Celestia, sovereign ruler of Equestria, hereby pronounce that the three creatures known as Ultra, Bok, and Pip-Pap will henceforward be treated as Equestrian citizens, and will receive all rights that status entails...” The Ultra noticed with some amusement that Celestia was clearly reciting a verse she had used many, many, many times over her years of leadership, and her annoyance at the long bureaucratic ways of law just barely shone through.
Pen Scribe’s quill was moving at a mile a minute as he rapidly filled out what was probably a very complicated legal form. “And do the creatures accept the gift of Equestrian Citizenship?” he inquired, gazing up at the aliens curiously.
“I do,” the Ultra replied steadfastly.
“I do,” Pip-Pap squeaked.
“Ya,” Bok croaked, once again demonstrating the extent of his abilities in the ponies’ language.
“Very good...” Pen Scribe mused as he continued to scribble furiously. With a pleased sigh, he placed his quill back in the jar. The Ultra noted with some alarm that the tip was smoking slightly. Normally he would question how such a thing was possible, but by now he knew better. Equestria was...different. And magical.
Taking the piece of parchment in his magical aura, Pen Scribe somehow managed to copy it twice, producing three identical, and very long, pieces of parchment. Pen Scribe then floated one copy over to the Ultra, as well as the jar of quills. “Alright, I just need you to sign here...”
The Ultra stared at the blank line Pen had indicated. Uncertainly grabbing a quill, and holding it even more awkwardly, he slowly scribbled out his name using the Covenant script. It was his true name, but he wasn’t worried. None of the ponies could read Covenant.
Pen Scribe stared at the mass of scribbles on the page. “Well, at least that will be a doozy to forge!” he joked. The Ultra scowled slightly. Pen Scribe seemed to shrink a little bit. “Er...sorry. I need you to sign here as well...and here...and over here...and don’t forget here...”
The Ultra sighed in disdain. No matter where he went, his hatred of politics would probably never fade...
“And that should just about do it!” Pen Scribe exclaimed gleefully, levitating three monster rolls of parchment before him. “I’ll just get these sent off to legal to be processed and that should be that!” The aliens sighed in relief as they shook out their wrists slightly, attempting to remove the cramps they now all possessed due to signing their names in the complicated Covenant alphabet so many times.
“Well, if that will be all, I’ll just be off-”
“Furthermore,” Celestia began loudly. Pen Scribe audibly groaned. “I, Princess Celestia, sovereign ruler of Equestria, would ALSO like to extend an invitation for the three creatures known as Ultra, Bok, and Pip-Pap to join the esteemed Royal Guard, where they will...”
The Ultra swore the parchment was about to catch fire due to the amount of smoke coming off of it.
Somewhere, in a Canterlot cemetery not far from the castle, a noblepony partially responsible for bringing such processes into effect rolled over in his grave.
Celestia let out a short huff of annoyance as the door slammed closed behind Pen Scribe, who exited the room barely visible beneath the veritable mountain of parchment he now had to deal with. The Ultra noted that the Solar Princess had not shown any outward signs of annoyance up until now. She is quite possibly the most patient being I have ever met...
“Now then,” Celestia began, clearly eager to get on with things. “Since you have all officially accepted Equestrian Citizenship,” she continued, placing a bit too much emphasis on the word ‘officially.’ “And since you have all officially applied to the Royal Guard, I think it is time that you report to Captain Shining Armor in the barracks, whom you already have met, for your assessments. I expect nothing short of amazing results,” she finished with a twinkle in her eye.
Bok turned to Pip-Pap at that and grinned fiercely. The Kig-Yar always loved to show off his skills before others. The Ultra himself couldn’t entirely fight back a sense of pride as well. He would definitely show these ponies what a real warrior was capable of. “As you wish, Princess,” the Ultra replied excitedly.
Celestia grinned slightly at the aliens’ enthusiasm. “I believe Cobalt Shine is on hand to show you the way, just in case you have forgotten where exactly it is.”
The Ultra had not, in fact, forgotten, but conceded anyways. “That will be fine.” At that, Cobalt Shine strode in through the doorway, stoic as ever, and was promptly handed a small, rolled-up scroll from Celestia, along with a whispered message.
Although the aptly-named cobalt blue pony was the picture of emotionless professionalism, the Ultra could tell by the ever-so-slight spring in his step that Cobalt Shine was pleased the Ultra gave him this opportunity. Over the past few days, the aliens’ trusty guide had regarded the newcomers with nothing but respectful curiosity, and the Ultra had rapidly grown to respect his work ethic and sense of duty. He might even daresay that Cobalt Shine was his first pony friend.
“Very well,” Celestia spoke up as Cobalt Shine took his place by the door. “I believe that will be all for now. I shall inform you when Twilight Sparkle arrives at the castle to discuss your problems with you.”
“Thank you, Your Highness,” the Ultra replied as he and his comrades bowed once again.
“Until next time,” Celestia bade farewell. And with that, the three ex-Covenant followed Cobalt Shine out the door. The group walked in silence for some time, weaving through the complicated nexus of hallways and large doors that made up the castle. They passed several groups of ponies as they went, but by now most of the castle staff hardly spared the strange aliens a second glance. What used to be expressions of fear and uncertainty were now replaced by respect and curiosity. Cobalt Shine was simply the pony with the most time to get to know them. The Ultra once again reflected on how friendly the ponies as a species were.
“You actually remember how to get to the barracks, don’t you?” Cobalt Shine suddenly spoke up.
“I do,” the Ultra replied, sensing where the blue pony was going with this.
“Well then,” he said with a smirk. “I appreciate the opportunity to be your guide once more.”
“I’m sure you do.”
Cobalt Shine stopped before a doorway, and the Ultra realized with a start that it was the one leading to the barracks. “Well, we’re here,” he mumbled.
If the Ultra had learned anything about the ponies since his arrival, it’s that they were a very emotional species, much like the humans. Their facial expressions and body language could be read like an open book. The Ultra could easily tell that something was bothering his newest friend. “Something bothers you?” he asked, crouching down to the pony’s eye level.
Cobalt Shine released a long-suffering sigh. “I’m afraid my time as your escort has drawn to an end,” he confessed. “Celestia knows you all know the castle by now, and I have other duties I must attend to. So I guess this...is goodbye.”
The Ultra smiled. He was pleased that Cobalt Shine was unfazed by the action. “Goodbye is simply one door closing,” he replied, reciting a saying he remembered from long ago. “We have deeply appreciated your efforts, Cobalt Shine, and am thankful that you have been understanding enough to help bridge the cultural differences between our species. I am proud to call you friend.”
Cobalt Shine smiled as well. “Likewise, friend. I look forward to the next time we meet.” Looking significantly happier, he straightened himself up and pushed open the door to the barracks.
“ATTENTION!” a loud voice boomed. The Ultra immediately recognized it as belonging to Captain Shining Armor himself. At the word, a row of Royal Guards dressed in golden armor immediately snapped to, each giving a salute as they stood motionless. The Ultra had to admit that the ponies, despite not seeming particularly well-suited to the rigors of war, were disciplined well.
“Announcing a royal message addressed to Captain Shining Armor!” Cobalt Shine called loudly, instantly getting the Captain’s attention.
“At ease,” he said before trotting over to Cobalt Shine, eyeing the aliens cautiously as he did so. Understandably, the Captain of the Guard still didn’t quite trust the group of aliens after their display in the courtyard, and even more so after losing one of his soldiers to one of theirs. “Cobalt Shine,” he addressed the page with a nod of his head as he took the scroll in his magical aura and unfolded it.
“Captain,” Cobalt replied.
The Ultra watched the Captain’s eyes as they quickly moved back and forth, scanning the page before him. Upon finishing, he lowered the sheet of parchment and frowned slightly. He seemed to be deep in thought. Finally, his brain kicked back into action. His eyes widened, his jaw slackened, and he spoke the only possible word he could think of that aptly described his reaction.
“WHAT??”
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Question: How can this be a sequel if the first one isn't complete?
Interesting, I shall read later
Shame about Solar Eclipse, though good to see the saga is continuing
2783659 Solar didn't fix it. Basically, he's leaving, and the responsibility of the story falls to me. Unfortunately, and hopefully obviously, I have no control over that story since it's not mine.
THIS IS OFFICIAL though. Trust me.
moaaaaar
cant wait for more!
5/5 Moustache
Rateing:
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I enjoyed this chapter, and am saddened by the lack of more of the Forerunner AI whose name escapes me at the moment.
Also, if you should need it, I am perfectly willing to be a pre-reader/editor/Halo Lore Guy.
ALSO~! And I know I doubt it would happen, but I'm going put it out there.
Megalekolo, also known as Hunters.
I want them in this story.
Pl0x.
They would also be the most likely to survive on the wreckage of the Covenant ship, being a mass of worms stuffed in armor and all that jazz.
2786974 I imagine the Custodian will be appearing at least once more...
if you need anyone for halo lore give me a message i can usually help with lesser known details in halo.
and i am so glad to see this story continue, you're a good writer
2791790 Thank you! I'll be sure to contact you if I can't find any answers to my questions.
I shall follow this Great Journey as the Covenant have. May this book be great apon the readers and editors, especially the person who made it. I also happen to find the last book very astounding, this book shall be even more so, I presume.
2792779 Oh, the Four-jaws eat Irukan and (Colo?)
2786974 Why not the worms themselves, would be a fun pet
Every story I feel has an epic vibe, Shane is there in some way or form. If you have booted your arse out of depressionland and skipped joyfully into pyroland then congrats. (I'm still battling my slightly, sociopathic, brain into normality)
2786974 I have to agree with you there. I haven't found many decent stories with the Hunters in them.
So, it was hardly surprising that the group of assembled agents let out a soft, collective sigh when the three most deadly creatures in a ten-mile radius paused before the throne and bowed before the being they each held in the highest respect, esteem, and admiration: Barack Obama
Dr Jack prescribes:
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Though I have just joined them on their own personal, and hopefully less genocidal Great Journey I am glad to see that this story has been continued after having discovered onto it by mere chance
2812078lol so true
I go to the last line, see the yellow, and ragequit. I come back and now I want MOAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! XD
Oh, that's why. Well, I hope Solar has good luck in whatever ventures he may find himself apart of in the future.
As for this story, Ultra doesn't have to completely throwaway his heritage. Only that of the honorless Prophets. He is still Sangheili. The name Sangheili means, "I honor my kin". To turn his back on his heritage would be the worst offense towards them. He would be of the same species as the others but he would no longer be Sangheili. Instead, he should try to lead them off of this ruinous Journey.
Really cool that you asorbed the other story here so it could continue
One of the latest comments on the 'original' referred me to this continuation.
Matches the style of the other one almost exactly. I'm eager to see how it plays out from here.
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Just the Lekgolo? They would have been splattered all over the bulkhead in the crash.
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Sangheili actually means 'of the Crimson Sun' in Latin. Sanguine=blood/crimson ; Helios=sun.
“And do the creatures accept the gift of Equestrian Citizenship?” he inquired, gazing up at the aliens curiously.
“I do,” the Ultra replied steadfastly.
“I do,” Pip-Pap squeaked.
“Ya,” Bok croaked, once again demonstrating the extent of his abilities in the ponies’ language.
Let me take a moment to say that I love Bok. He's probably the wittiest, funniest and most awesome Jackal I've ever read about.
So what ranks are pip pap and bok?
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You got the comments you commented on mixed up.
Alright everyone mic check.
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Good god that was stupid...
Fucking cunts they all are.
WHY DID YOU CANCEL THIS!!!