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Foreshadow of the Lost
« on: November 25, 2009, 07:42:34 PM »
Non-canon, set in Sl'askia universe

When Kesi's reign of terror ended; the UNSC was able to get back onto their feet and continue to rebuild their cripled infrature and culture. Insurgent lead attacks had all but ceased when the Sangheili(Elites) took over patrol routes to help keep UNSC Trading ships protected. With the civilian government almost all but destroyed in the war, the military has taken a temporary stance as the government until a civilian one can be established.

It took several years though, but eventually the Unggoy(Grunts) signed a non-aggression pact with the UNSC/Sangheili alliance and given quite a bit of freedom. Some joined the military, while others went on to serve other roles; those in the military are monitored closely by ONI. The Huragok(Engineers) also became an ally after the Sangheili and UNSC saved a large group of them from a brute fleet.

Now, five years after the end of the war – many people refer to the UNSC now as the new ‘covenant’ since some of the species of the covenant are now a part of the UNSC. A new ship, called the Renewal of Antigone, has just completed construction – created in a hidden Sangheili shipyard that was captured from the prophets. This ship was built almost entirely by Huragok hands, with assistance from UNSC engineering teams. Now, a combined crew of Sangheili, Huragok and Humans, they’re tasked with finding the remains of UNSC worlds that had been cut off due to the war, not to mention the continued hunting of scattered Jiralhanae (Brutes)

However, deeper secrets are to be revealed – and an ONI experiment once forgotten comes back to potentially bite ONI in the ass. However, in lue of all of that, greater threats exist..

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Story is open only to myself and Sl'askia. Please see the wiki info for information: Foreshadow of the Lost
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Re: Foreshadow of the Lost
« Reply #1 on: November 26, 2009, 03:10:50 PM »
March, 2558

"How much longer?" yelled a dock worker as he finished his weld, he let out a sigh and looked over the scaffolding and down toward a group of workers below.

One of them contemplated a pad and then gave him a thumbs up. With a smile the worker moved on the last bit of work on the ship.

On the bridge, crews were finishing up the final installation of various systems, though life-support was fully online it was running on low since the ships primary reactor still wasn't online.

"How much longer before those elites get here?" a man said in an annoyed tone. He wore a UNSC Navy uniform and had the bars of a Captain. He cap appeared to have seen better days as it was faded along the seem.

One of his officers looked up from her station before turning toward him. "They should arrive in moments sir," she said though by the sound of her voice she was annoyed.

The captain just rolled his eyes and walked around his bridge. The bridge was very big compared to those found on normal UNSC ships, of course, the biggest difference was that this one was located inside the hull - such as what was typically found on Covenant vessels.

With how high the ceiling was; the captain already knew he'd have Sangheili crew as well, which only added to his already frayed nerves. "Why did I accept this job, working along side these damned Elites," he muttered and walked over to his chair and sat down in a huff.

His officers looked at him before going back to their stations; his engineering officer had already told him time and time again why they needed the Sangheili, as they were the only one's who could operate the ships main reactor along with the plasma weaponry.

"Cortana!" yelled the Captain.

On a holotank near his chair, an image of Cortana appeared. She crossed her arms over her chest and had the expression of being somewhat agitated. "Have they arrived yet?" he asked her and she merely nodded her head. "Finally, we can do the system checking," he stood up and barked orders to her officers.

"The next time she decides to pull straws for duty assigns, I'm out," Cortana said and rolled her eyes before disappearing from the tank.


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Re: Foreshadow of the Lost
« Reply #2 on: November 26, 2009, 09:00:04 PM »
The sudden jerk of the bed woke him up.  A jerk he was all too familiar with:  the ship had left slipspace, which meant they had arrived at their destination.  Damn, we are there already? he thought, stretching and yawning, his mandibles briefly expressing before closing them again.

He had hoped to get some more sleep before they arrived, as he still felt tired.  His fault… Zeno thought tiredly as he forced himself to get up.  Had to keep me up all night. But then again, he couldn’t blame Sani for wanting to have some last minute ‘fun’ before he left.  After all, he was going to be gone for a number of months and he knew all too well that a cold, lonely bed was not something to look forward to.

It would have been better if Sani could have come along with him, but no, he needed Sani to stay behind to tend to the little ones, among other things.  They’ve done the long distance thing before, so they should be alright.  Then again, the last time they were separated like this, it was before they had officially hooked up.

With a sigh, Zeno went to the head and gave himself a quick wash before donning his armor.  The ambassador armor: oh how he hated that set.  Not because of what it signified, but its color.  The pale grey, almost white armor clashed horribly against his dark chocolate colored hide:  why did white have to be the human’s color for peace?

//All crew destined for the ‘Renewal of Antigone’ report to the loading bay\\ The PA sounded.

Great, so much for hoping to get a bite to eat first, Zeno thought with another sigh.  Thankfully, he had the presence of mind to not bother unpacking when he boarded the Shadow of Intent for the trip here.  So all he had to do was pick up his Sangehili-sized duffel bag and go.

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The loading bay was a bustle of activity, with a sort of marching procession already formed and filing through the loading tube.  Zeno, not one to flaunt his status, headed for the end of the line.

“You are going to behave yourself I hope, Zeno.”  A familiar voice said.  Zeno turned to see Shipmaster Rtas ‘Vadum, whom was overlooking the crew transfers.

“Of course, commander!”  Zeno said with a broad grin.  “I am the role model of role models.”

Rtas rolled his eyes.  “Just try not irate the captain too much: I hear he is not too fond of our kind.”

“Then I shall be sure to make his life pleasantly miserable.”

“I pray that is sarcasm.”

“Aww, but commander…You know me.”

“Indeed I do.”  Rtas jabbed his bag with a finger.  “I suspect you have your specops armor in there: it looks too bulky to just have a few sets of causal attire.”

“Yep, you do know me,”  Zeno said with a chuckle.  “My swords are in there too.”

“This is supposed to be a diplomatic mission you know.”

“Yes, but you never know when trouble may pop up.”

“Too true,” the shipmaster sighed.  “Off with you then, and do not cause too much trouble.”

“Yes daddy.”

Rtas glared at him.  “Warso!  Get going, before they leave without you.”

“Oh I would be so disappointed if that happened…,”  Zeno chuckled as he joined the line.

“Ambassador, please, you can go on ahead of me,” a Sangheili said ahead of him.

“No, it is alright, brother. I am fine,” Zeno said.

“Please, I insist.”

“As you wish.”  He sighed and took the place in front of the man.  Then another did the same.  Then another and another.  Before he knew it, he was in the loading tube.  Times like this I wish rank ‘didn’t’ have its privileges…, he thought.

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Re: Foreshadow of the Lost
« Reply #3 on: November 26, 2009, 09:33:38 PM »
The captain shouted obsenities as the ships engine shake-down came to a dead stop with a red warning that flashed across the screen. "What the hell are those Huragok doing?" he glared at the Holotank.

Cortana appeared, her arms crossed over her chest. "It doesn't help, 'Captain', that you insisted on getting her tests done ahead of time. They are almost done with the fourth engine, numbers one and two checked out. But three wasn't even fully completed before you wanted us to start her up," she said.

Though he hated to admit it, the captain had to agree that he jumped the gun. He wanted to leave this shipyard but now their departure would be delayed another hour or two while they fixed the engine and figured out what caused the failure in start up.

"Fine then, keep me appraised," he said and started heading for the door.

Cortana watched as he left the ship; then shook her head and let out a sigh before disappearing.

He headed for his quarters, though as Captain he should head down to the hanger bay to greet the new arrivals - the thing is they were Sangheili and he had no desire to meet them.

The other matter that was of a concern was high commands desire to keep another ambassador on board. It was bad enough he had to worry about Avery Johnson, who was currently in Sangheilio's on some mission. But he also had the Sangheili ambassador 'also' coming aboard. "I hate politicians," he said as he stepped into his quarters.

He sat down onto his bed and let out a sigh before replaying footage of his homeplanet, which had been destroyed years before the war came to an end. The footage was taped by a probe that had been sent by ONI to spy on the Covenants actions, the planet was called Hepelans. It was mostly a water world, with island chains in various places.

When he heard that the world had been glassed, his world fell apart.

Yet, high command wanted him to be nice to his new guests. Oh he'd be nice. "I'll make their stay a living hell for the time being," he said and watched the security camera as his new crewmen came aboard. "I'll leave them to Johnson then, he seems to love kissing their asses anyway," he stood up and quickly checked to see if he needed a shave before heading back to the bridge.

Elsewhere on the ship

"Move your asses!" barked a Sergeant as he watched his marines file into the barracks.

"God damn, what the hell is your problem? We get assigned here, and yet your all sloppy like new week recruits!" he shouted and looked up and down the line. "We got an ambassador that'll be joining us in a few minutes! I want your asses out there and greeting him!"

"Sir! Yes Sir!" shouted the marines.

"I work for a god damn living!" shouted the Sergeant.

"Yes Sergeant!" the marines shouted again.

"Good, now get your asses in gear!"

Marines thundered out of the barracks; their sergeant looking on with pride.

Engineering

"Geez man... you'd thnk the captain would've given us some extra time," complained a mechanic as he loosened a bolt on one of the engine covers. The hatch 'popped' open and he crawled into the small room. As he ran a check to see why the engine had failed he looked around the small room, it was very cramped and barely even big enough for his whole body to fit in.

When his pad chimed he looked at it and stuck his thumb out. "Found the problem!" he shouted and came out of the room and reattached the hatch.

"What's the problem?" asked his supervisor.

"Someone forgot to connect some of the power cables into the engine. While there were a few connected, not all were and thus the engine wasn't getting enough power," he said. His supervisor merely nodded, looked at the location of the disruption and sent some of his mechanics there.

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Re: Foreshadow of the Lost
« Reply #4 on: November 26, 2009, 11:45:08 PM »
Zeno didn’t like the loading tube.

Though it was only a couple hundred yards long, Zeno could feel the coldness of space just beyond its thin walls.  If the Renewal of the Antigone or the Shadow of Intent shifted, this thing would snap like a twig, sending everyone in the tube and in the immediate areas at either end into space.  He heard explosive decompression was not a nice way to go and he certainly did not want to try it out.

What came next though, almost made him prefer that tube and the danger it imposed.

“Ambassador onboard!  Preseeennnt arms!”

Zeno was expecting to be greeted by an official of some sort, but not a half-company of marines!  Marines that were all looking at him in full attention and saluting.  After a shocked couple of seconds, he regained his composer and picked up his lower mandibles off the deck and gave the customary Sangheilian salute in turn. 

“Orda! Arms!” the sergeant yelled and the company crisply disengaged the salute.

“At ease,” Zeno said, fighting to keep the blush from forming on his face: it was a good thing he was so dark to begin with. 

“It is a pleasure to have you board Ambassador and an honor to meet you,” the sergeant said.

“I appreciate your welcome, really, but this is a bit…Much.”

“Just following protocol, sir.”

“Yes, I understand.  I am assuming you will be escorting me to my quarters?”

“Affirmative, sir.” he turned to the gathered marines.  “Company deeee-smissed!”  The marines neatly broke ranks and ran off to assist in getting the new arrivals to their quarters.  “Follow me, sir,” the sergeant said.

“Tell me sergeant, is not also customary for the captain of the vessel to greet a VIP personally when they come aboard?”  Zeno asked as he followed the marine.

“If they are able, sir.”

“And the captain was unable?”

The sergeant hesitated a moment before answering.  “I mean no disrespect to you or the captain, sir, but word is he really doesn’t like your kind.”

Will he stop calling me ‘sir’ already! Zeno thought, already annoyed with the formalities. “No offense taken: I have heard a similar warning from my own commander.  It is curious he was chosen to command this vessel when High Command most know of his animosity toward Sangheili.”

“I am afraid I do not know the reasons for his selection to be captain of his ship, Ambassador.”

“Understood.”

They arrived at his quarters a few moments later.  It was a spacious room, but that the furniture was geared toward Sangheili was what mattered to Zeno the most.  “Would you like a tour of the ship, sir?”  the sergeant asked.

“Perhaps later, I would like to go to the bridge and greet the captain.”  Zeno said as he set his bag down on the bed.

“As you wish, sir.”

They had to take a lift to reach the floor the bridge was on.  After that it was just a short walk to the bridge itself.  A couple of marines positioned at the door snapped to attention when they approached.  “Ambassador on the bridge!” the sergeant shouted when they entered.

“At ease…Please,”  Zeno said, rubbing his ear hole.  He scanned the impressive bridge quickly.  “Where is the captain?”

“The captain stepped out for a few minutes,”  a familiar voice said.  “He’s currently in his quarters.”

“Cortana,”  Zeno said with a smile, looking at the holographic figure of the AI on the tank.  “I see you got stuck here too.  Good to see you none-the-less.”

The AI visibly sighed.  “Tell me about it.  Would you like me to call the captain in?”

“Nah, let him take his sweet time.  I can wait for him.”  Zeno walked over to the captain’s chair and sat down.  “Sergeant, thank you for your escort.  I will be able to find my way back to my quarters on my own.  You are dismissed.”  He then put his feet up on the console in front of him, being careful not to accidently press any buttons.

The sergeant blinked at him, clearly surprised at his actions, then nodded, saluted and left the bridge.  The rest of the bridge crew were giving him odd looks as well, but a few, snickered, obviously having heard of Zeno’s antics before.  Cortana was just shaking her head, a slight smirk on her face.  “Not even on board an hour and you are already looking to stir up trouble,”  she said.

“You know me Cortana,”  Zeno said with a grin of his own.  “If Sangheili had middle names, trouble, would be mine.”

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Re: Foreshadow of the Lost
« Reply #5 on: November 27, 2009, 12:42:38 AM »
The captain didn't head directly to the bridge; instead he made a side-trip and visited the ships Hanger Bay. The ship had at least eight various bays, though one of them was designed specifically for carrying at least six frigate class vessels.

He entered this particular bay. Two UNSC Frigates were already docked, the ships were being refitted with sensors and communicatons gear. One other UNSC Frigate was jockeying into position along the lower part of the docking ring.

As he watched these vessels, his eyes turned toward one Sangheili Frigate which had just passed through the energy shield. It moved gracefully into one of the docking rings, the boarding tube was lowered and its crew began to disembark.

"Well, at least we have some additional firepower," said the Captain from the observation deck. He looked below him, noting the hanger bays rather large control tower situated between the two docking rings. Each ring could hold three frigates. There was an additional docking ring located toward the forward part of the hanger bay, this one used for Corvettes. Right now it was rather barren, only two UNSC and three Sangheili Corvettes sat there, and that ring could hold at least twenty five. "Well, you work with what your given," he said and looked at one of the cameras.

He saw off the ships port-bow a Sanheili heavy cruiser, it passed just a few feet above one of the engines 'protective' coverings. The covering had been designed to help shield the engines externally mounted vital components. Unlike other UNSC designed ships, this ship sported an experimental impulse drive, which meant most of its components were exposed to enemy fire. The captain had been reassured that once the trials were completed, they would have him return to port and that section of the ship would be redesigned to eliminate that flaw.

Of course, the captain still didn't like using experimental technology. The slipstream drive was also experimental, though he would leave that up to his Sangheili crew to work on, even though he hated to admit it, he knew little about the drive.

Walking off the hanger bay and into the fighter bay, he was astonished at the number of strike craft that had been granted. The fighter bays could hold twenty longsword fighters 'per', not to mention ten Sereph fighters.

The ship had six of these bay and each one was interconnected, allowing strike craft to move from bay to bay, presumably to make it easier to get from one half of the ship to the other. The small bays were even connected to the main hanger bay, which housed the frigates and corvettes, which would them to exist in mass through that area.

Another bay he was aware of was the Banshee bay, located along the underside of the ship. Used exclusively for deploying banshees for ground operations. That bay, along with the Pelican bay, were also connected to one another. In fact, the Pelican bay was also connected to the ships massive armory of tanks and other ground vehicles. He had been told that they even had a small group of Artillery and AAA Wraiths, and that a shipment of Ghosts was expected from the Shadow of Intent

With a satisfied smile he left the strike-bay and boarded an elevator; he felt the ships gravity change as they shifted between decks. Some decks used gravity, others, like the hanger bays, did not. As the elevator settled on the bridge deck he exited and the two marines saluted. "Captain on deck!" they shouted and the captain gave them a quick salute.

He was about to bark an order when he saw a Sangheili sitting in this chair. "You must be our Elite Ambassador," he said, folding in his arms over his chest and gave an obvious 'I'm not amused' expression. "Mind explaining why you are sitting in my chair," he said in a sore tone.

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Re: Foreshadow of the Lost
« Reply #6 on: November 27, 2009, 09:13:47 AM »
Zeno had been on the home stretch of ’99 bottles of beer’ when the captain came in.  He had been singing it softly so not to annoy the bridge crew too much, but those within ear shot did have a ‘please save me’ expression on their faces.  Darn, I was almost done too, he thought as he looked up at the not amused captain.

“Indeed I am,”  Zeno said with smile, making sure his mandibles were not expressed.  He knew this likely unnerved him, as most humans were not used to Sangheili jaws looking more like a humans.  The ability to keep their mandibles closed while speaking had been nearly forgotten due to the time of war, but now with him in a position of diplomacy, it was important not to keep his mandibles flared in gestures of aggression.  He had Sani to thank for teaching him how to do this again.

The Sangheili Ambassador swung his feet off the console, hopped off the chair and stood upright, towering over the captain.  “Zeno ‘Ribal, is my name,” he said offering his hand to shake.  When the captain didn’t take it he simply shrugged and continued.  “As for why I am in your chair, captain, well…You were apparently too busy to greet me personally so I felt I should come to you instead.  You were not here, so I made myself comfortable while I waited for you. 
“I chose your chair because I did not want to disturb the bridge crew from their work by taking one of theirs.  That would be just rude and inconsiderate.  Plus, it looked the most comfortable.”

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Re: Foreshadow of the Lost
« Reply #7 on: November 27, 2009, 10:19:06 AM »
The captain merely grumbled at the Elite's lack of professionalism. "And yes, as an Ambassador, you should be making certain not to cause trouble, yes?" he didn't wait for an answer but instead strolled over to one of the displays.

He thought about it and then mentally shook his head. "My names Rasola, Captain of this ship. Keep in mind that your task is to make certain none of your Sangheili companions get out of line," he didn't turn to face him but instead flip on another monitor. It showed a flight of Phantoms coming into the Pelican Bay, one Pelican almost didn't get out of the way as the two dropships skinned metal shavings off their hulls.

Rasola wasn't amused. "Sloppy," he said and shook his head. "I also suggest you talk to some of your pilots, because your Sangheili commander isn't here to do it for us," he had the Pelican Bay display switched over to the main display. It now showed the same Phantom having trouble trying to even park the unwieldy craft, having now scrapped hulls with another Pelican and then a Longsword. Finally taking off the turret of a Scorpion tank - it's crews having already bailed when they saw how out of control the Phantom was.

Of course, Rasola didn't bother to mention that this Sangheili had apparantly made a mistake - he had flown into the Pelican Bay which was designed for Pelicans... not Phantoms. The Phantom bay was located on the other side of the ship but also shared the main hanger bay as well. He figured Zeno would know that though. "I want to get us underway soon, so make sure your crew members are settled in as we'll be jumping to your homeworld soon to pick up the rest of your crew... not to mention another politician," he grumbled and sat down into his chair. He looked up at Zeno and then said. "It is nice to meet a Sangheili that doesn't think of themselves as high and mighty, perhaps that is one trait I will appreciate.

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Re: Foreshadow of the Lost
« Reply #8 on: November 27, 2009, 11:02:28 AM »
“You obviously have not heard of my reputation, Captain Rasola,”  Zeno said, scowling at the display of the obviously inept pilot in the wrong bay, his mandibles expressing slightly, but hid them again before the captain faced him again.  “Most humans actually appreciate my…Laid back manner, though I am the exception rather then the norm, obviously.  It is why I was chosen to be the ambassador.”

He didn’t bother trying to explain that his rank of ambassador was strictly political and had little to no baring on the military ranks officially: not that it stopped his fellow Sangheili from listening to him anwyay.  Nor that his position in the SpecOps didn’t give him much authority over other Sangheili not in his military segment.  Actually, did Rasola even know his military rank?  Or the specialty field he is in for that matter?  It didn’t matter, for he could tell that as far as the captain was concerned, he was in charge of all the Sangheili on board.  Very well, he thought, slightly bitterly.  I will play the part, for now. 

Zeno knew there were a few zealots coming along for the trip, all field masters.  Once everyone was on board and settled he will order a meeting with them and work out who fell under whom and delegate from there.  “I do look forward to seeing Johnson again, though I doubt he will feel the same,” he chuckled for a moment, then his face turned serious.  “I shall take my leave to take care of that little…Problem in the pelican bay.  Cortana, would you be so kind as to upload a map of the ship to my HUD?  I would hate to get lost.”  He pulled out the chip in his helmet and inserted the chip into the slot on a nearby console.

“Upload complete.  Good luck, ambassador,” Cortana said after a moment.

“Thank you Cortana, you are a sweetheart.”  He pulled the chip out of the slot and put it back into his helmet.  Zeno took a moment to study the map.  “Take care, captain.”  He said as he exited the bridge.

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Re: Foreshadow of the Lost
« Reply #9 on: November 27, 2009, 11:16:14 AM »
Rasola just rolled his eyes as he listened for the Sangheili to leave the bridge. With that out of the way he turned toward one of his officers. "Engine status?"

"Green sir, we are ready," she turned toward him and said.

"All crews are standing by and ready sir, all we need now is for the Pelican Bay to seal up their doors, but we can't exactly do that with what is going on right now," his comm. officer said.

"Well, that Ambassador of their has better get his ass in gear then, the sooner we arrive at their home world the sooner we can get the trials and such out of the way and our mission a go," he said and glanced off to the display. He was watching the Pelican Bay, the Phantom was rather awkwardly docked and he knew that the mechanics would be spending some time repairing the Pelicans, then again, he couldn't help but think that even Sangheili got stupid sometimes.

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Re: Foreshadow of the Lost
« Reply #10 on: November 27, 2009, 12:05:10 PM »
Zeno’s long strides took him quickly through the ship corridors, toward the pelican bay.  Whether it was his armor denoting his status, or the serious look on his face, people got out of his way.  Those that knew him, knew that when he looked this serious, someone was usually in trouble and no one wanted to get on Zeno’s shit list.  The last person that really got Zeno’s ire ended up in the hospital for a week: granted Zeno got in trouble himself for that, but that is beside the point.

His flared out behind him as the door to the pelican bay opened.  There were a few Sangheili passengers still in the bay, all looking a bit confused and shocked at what happened.  When they saw him, they all got a ‘oh shit’ look on their faces:  they knew they were not going to go any where now.

“Who and where is the pilot?”  Zeno hissed, his mandibles finally expressing.  He got his answer when a figure fell out of the gravity lift.  How the hell can someone fall out of an active gravity lift!?  Zeno thought as he approached the man.

Again, he got his answer when the man staggered to his feet, likely intoxicated.  He confirmed this when he got close enough to smell the intoxicants on his breath.  Oh by the Forerunners…, he thought with dismay when h grabbed the incompetent, intoxicated Sangehili by his chest armor.  “What, by the gods, gave you the bright idea to get yourself drunk before piloting a phantom?”  he asked him, his voice cold as ice.

The drunken Sangheili looked at him, his eyes unfocused.  “P-party…sir…,” he slurred.

“Party?  What party?”

“Graduation party, sir,”  one of the passengers explained.  “We…Just graduated the other day.  He…Had more then the rest of us…Much more.”

“So there was no major or higher among you on the vessel?”  They all shook their heads.  “And none of you realized that this fool was too incapacitated to fly?”  There was a hesitant shaking of heads.  “By the gods, green bloods…The lot of you.  You are an embarrassment to your keeps and our people.” 

They visibly shuddered.  “Forgive us, ambassador.  It will not happen again,” one of them said.

“It had best not, otherwise you will likely loose your rank if I had anything to say about it.  Are any of you qualified to fly a phantom.”  One shakily raised his hand.  “Good, you go back up in that thing and fly it to the bay it is supposed to be in and if you so much as scratch another piece of equipment in the process I will have your ass too!”

“Yes, your excellence!”  The minor double-timed it back to the phantom and within moments it was backing out of the bay.  “As for the rest of you: you know who the other passengers were?”  They nodded.  “Good, you will find them, bring them back here and all of you will assist the humans in repairing the damage caused by your pilot here.  If any of you give you any lip, you tell me and I will personally drag their hides back here.”

“Sir, yes sir!”  The rest of the group scattered, running as fast as their legs will take them.

“As for you…,”  Zeno turned his attention the drunk in his grasp.  “First, we are going to sober you up.  The infirm has some lovely meds to do so right quick and they are not pleasant.  After that…You will be my personal servant for a while, until your stupidity has been worked out of you.  And do not think for a moment that this will be considered an honor, for there will be nothing honorable about what I will be having you do.”

The drunk Sangheili blinked at him, looking like he was about to fall asleep right in his hands. It was likely he didn’t comprehend a word he said.  With a growl, Zeno shifted his grip to his back armor and proceeded to drag the incapacitated Sangheili out of the bay.  The green blood many be comprehending how much shit he was in, but he will soon.

Oh, how he will….

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Re: Foreshadow of the Lost
« Reply #11 on: November 27, 2009, 12:29:30 PM »
Rasola had watched all of this unfold, he was resonably impressed by still wanted to know what a drunk was doing flying a dropship. "No matter," he waved his hand dismissively and watched as the Phantom made a very clean docking within its assigned bay. With that done, the bay doors of both bays began to seal up.

The boarding tubes detached; their doors sealed shut.

Energy rippled across the ship as its shield generators came online; turrets moved about, as Cortana checked to make certain each one moved like it was supposed to. The engines flared slightly to signal that the ship was ready to go.

"Slip-stream drive status?" he asked one of his officers.

"Online sir, main reactor is also coming online, reading green across the board. We can jump when ready," said an officer.

"Cortana, plot a course to the Shangheili homeworld, I wanna get this over and done with," he said but muttered the last bit. Cortana merely nodded her head.

Docking clamps detached from the shipyard and the engines ignited; the helmsmen moved her carefully out and into space. Several corvettes and a few UNSC Frigates moved up along side of her as she moved to her assigned slipstream position. After a few quick checks, the captain gave Cortana the go.

Angry energy danced across the hull as a slipstream portal opened up ahead; the ship moved lazily toward it before being plunged into Slipstream space. "ETA is ten minutes," said Cortana.

"Good, now lets see how the Sangheili respond when this big boy comes through," said Rasola.

"They'll most likely be expecting us," said Cortana.

"Yea, but I doubt the council will expect a UNSC... ahem.. a hybrid ship thats big enough to see from the ground," he grinned. Cortana just shook her head, she had read a bit of his dossier and knew that anything that could intimidate a Sangheili was worth it in his book.

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Re: Foreshadow of the Lost
« Reply #12 on: November 27, 2009, 10:55:53 PM »
“Tell me why I am needed on this mission again?”

The Arbiter sighed and looked at Johnson with an expression of slight annoyance.  “The Renewal of Antigone will be on a mission to locate and reestablish communications with colonies, both Sangheili and human, that had been isolated due to events during the war,” he replied, explaining the mission again for what had to be the fifth time.  “As such, it is imperative that appropriate representatives from both sides are aboard to field any needed negotiations.”

“Yeah, yeah, I got that much,”  Johnson said impatiently.  “It’s the ‘why me’ part.”

“Because you are the human ambassador.”

“Damn, I was hoping you forgot that part.”

“You just do not want to work with Zeno ‘Ribal.”

“Damn straight.”

“I do not see why you dislike him so much, Johnson.  He is an excellent fighter, charismatic leader, humble and a professional at what he does.”

“You forget that he is a smartass, plays pranks, ruins my uniforms at every opportunity he can find and he is a freaking queer.”

“The appropriate terminology would be semo in our tongue.”

“Semo, homosexual, queer, whatever.  Makes no difference me:  they all make my skin crawl.”

“I would have thought that after nearly three years of working with him you would have gotten used to his…Eccentrics.”

“Yeah well, look at this.”  Johnson took off his cap, showing a clean cut head of hair that was no longer pure black, but greying and balding.  “It wasn’t politics that did this.”

The Arbiter shook his head and sighed once more.

“Ambassador.”  A Sangheili serf said at the door, bowing in respect to both parties.  “The Renewal of Antigone is due to arrive in Sangheilian space in a few moments.”

“Then it is best we head for your transport, Johnson,” the Arbiter said, dismissing the serf with a wave of his hand.

“Yeah, yeah.  I much rather be back home, sipping martinis and saying hi to the ladies.”  Johnson grumbled as he picked up one of his suitcases and headed for the door.

“I assure you that Zeno would rather be with his own family as well,” the Arbiter said, picking up Johnson’s other suitcase.

“Family…In his case that is an oxymoron.”

Once again, the Arbiter sighed, but this time he did not comment.  He was just glad that Zeno was nowhere near to hear Johnson’s bashing his family.  The Arbiter knew all too well how protective Zeno was of those he loved….

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Re: Foreshadow of the Lost
« Reply #13 on: November 27, 2009, 11:18:28 PM »
The massive six thousand seven hundred and forty meter long ship emerged from slipstream space just a few AU's distant from Sangheilos. The captain was about to grin with success when several of the displays showered sparks; electrical surges ran through the ships power cables.

Some of the ships systems blew out, including artificial gravity. On the bridge, officers covered their heads from the showering of sparks until after a few seconds it stopped. Displays smoked and the bridge, along with the rest of the ship, was bathed in a red hue.

Klaxens blarred as fire-crews went into action. In the Pelican bay, one of the dropships had come loose and crashed down onto the bottom deck, barely missing a fully loaded hog.

In the Phantom bay, one of the Phantom had been jostled from it's gravity support beam and tossed into what was just minutes before hand, a luggage container - now pancaked. Several Sangheili looked on in disbelief, a few shook their heads while several others wondered if they would be able to go planetside for new clothing and other items.

The main-hanger bay faired better; it sustained no damage. When one of the docking clamps holding a UNSC Frigate snapped, the frigates Captain went into action and stabalized his ship before it could crash into anything.

Rasola coughed as the bridge filled with smoke; the main entrance doors slid open and a fire-crew came in and started dosing the fires alongside two of the officers. "What the hell happened?!" he shouted over the alarm.

The holotank came to life; but Cortana's image was distorted due to the power surge. "Looks like a power surge from the slipstream drive, appears that when we came out, the sudden power loss was to much for the back up reactors to handle - they caused a surge throughout the main power connectors. I've got damage control teams working on them now, they should be-" Cortana stopped and then sighed. "Umm... Captain, you ain't going to like this," she said and switched a display to show one of the external cameras.

Along the top part of the hull; a turret came lose from it's housing and floated off the hull. This spectacle caused the officers to stop what they were doing and watch. "How the hell..." said an officer.

"Well, the turrets 'are' removable, its by design and helps make upgrading this ships weapons a lot easier..." said Cortana as she tapped her chin.

The captain merely sighed and fell into his chair. "Just... get a tech crew out there to reattach that turret... and... make sure it STAYS attached..." he rubbed his forehead. Oooh this is going to be an interesting mission... not even an hour out and already having problems, he shook his head.

In main engineering

A Sangheili Mayor barked orders to his minors. The reactor was online but no power was being feed to any of the systems, in short, the ship was running off back up power.

The minors were running all over the place; some were on the reactor trying to patch a breach in the containment field while a few were running through the ship.


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Re: Foreshadow of the Lost
« Reply #14 on: November 28, 2009, 10:04:58 AM »
Zeno felt the ship come out of slipspace, and then all hell broke loose.  The lights briefly went out, alarms blared and crewmembers started scrambling everywhere.  Oh dear, looks like the ship still has a few kinks to work out, he thought as he ran for the bridge.  At least, I hope it is just that.

Oh it would so not do if some Shipmaster on a ship in the fleet that guarded Sangheilos got trigger happy when he saw a strange ship appear out of slipspace.  Diplomatic incidents such as this that gave him headaches, as the blame game that followed usually got quite ridiculous.  When he came onto the bridge, he was briefly overwhelmed by smoke.  “I thought this was designated as a non-smoking flight!”  he coughed, waving a hand in front of his face.  “Everyone alright?”

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Johnson was still being a grump when they reached the phantom that would take him up to the Renewal of Antigone.  When the boarded, they saw an unexpected face.  “Sani, what are you doing here?”  the Arbiter asked.

The paler skinned Sangheili blushed.  “I felt I would take the opportunity to see him one last time before he disappears for who knows how long,” he replied.  The younger Sangheili was in casual attire, not his armor.  “Surely, if it was you that was going instead, Sari would do the same.”

The Arbiter chuckled at that.  “Yes she would, though the difference would be that she would bring the twins along with her.  Speaking of which, how are your boys?”

“They are, as the human’s would say, growing like weeds,”  Sani chuckled. “Hard to believe they are almost two years old already and will be moving to the common rooms soon.”  A look of sadness crossed his face.  “I…I am hoping Zeno gets to see them again before that happens.”

“He is their blood uncle and it will be his right to train them himself if he wishes to do so,”  the Arbiter reassured him.  “Which I am certain he will, as Rtas is for my own son and I for his.”

“Yes, indeed.  He did state he planned to do so, if he makes it back….”

“Your partner is a strong Sangheili and has escaped many close calls out of his own skill and determination, I am certain he will return to you.”

“Yes, I have such faith as well, though I can never help but to worry.”

“Only natural to worry about those you care about,”  Johnson said, then added with a mutter.  “Even if I don’t agree with who you sleep with….”

Both the Arbiter and Sani simply shook their heads at him.