Well as quaint as that idea is it really wouldn't fit into the main story arc of True Sangheili.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog Females do not fight in the Sangheili culture. Or at least they don't in my own private version of the canon. Everything we've seen supports this. And I haven't forgotten Savara, although back when I introduced her character I now think in hindsight that I didn't flesh her out well enough, which makes things a little difficult. But I'll work something out. Remember that Sorran doesn't really know (or fully trust) Restraint or Hem well enough to talk to them about her, and has accepted that he probably won't ever see her or anyone from his past life again and it pains him to think about her. I won't say any more lest I spoil the story. Oh, and can you [i]please[/i] stop posting links to other threads in peoples' fan fictions? I'm not trying to be harsh but it is a little rude. Self-promotion in other threads is also a little shameful.[/quote] sorry I just wanted to hand him some things to read while he waits thats all and Just because it hasn't been reported doesn't mean it hasn't happened. Most likely a Female elite some how got there hands on some small armor (Working for a generous and wise prophet would be the best way) and some cloaking devise would easily make it so they could help in battle with out being seen much like the women from Japanese futal era.

Females do not fight in the Sangheili culture. Or at least they don't in my own private version of the canon. Everything we've seen supports this. And I haven't forgotten Savara, although back when I introduced her character I now think in hindsight that I didn't flesh her out well enough, which makes things a little difficult. But I'll work something out. Remember that Sorran doesn't really know (or fully trust) Restraint or Hem well enough to talk to them about her, and has accepted that he probably won't ever see her or anyone from his past life again and it pains him to think about her. I won't say any more lest I spoil the story. Oh, and can you [i]please[/i] stop posting links to other threads in peoples' fan fictions? I'm not trying to be harsh but it is a little rude. Self-promotion in other threads is also a little shameful.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] me123456789 [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog I can never stick to self-imposed restrictions.[/quote] Good because when you told me you weren't going to write for a month I wanted to swim over there and slap you.[/quote] lmao why There are plenty of other good story's that could hold you down Here are some suggestions [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=50406174]The Conflict of Harvest[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475]Halo 3: Insurrection[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/createpost.aspx?postID=51015189&act=reply]The UNSC Frigate BlueDwarf [/url] But this story truly is art so I cant blame you for having trouble waiting. How ever it does have its flaws Such being it removes new characters fast even if they had little impact mentioning would some times be best. Like how Sorran or any other main character ever mentions Savara again even thou Sorran was clearly love struck by her. I mean wouldn't you wonder what was happening to your girl while your pain is going on or even after you were saved. Maybe she could be introduced as a ninja like warrior to save Zharn and Ahkrin. You know she would be so heart struck about her love she would figure out where Zharn, go save him, and then ask him where Sorran is. After hearing the bad news she will slap Zharn silly and blow the ship up. but the whole ninja girl elite would be interesting and new being that no one has even thought of it. (I have and was going to add it for chapter 6 in my story but any on can use it being if they give me some small form of credit)

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog I can never stick to self-imposed restrictions.[/quote] Good because when you told me you weren't going to write for a month I wanted to swim over there and slap you.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] ajw34307 [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] The Munchies #2 If it was, Wolver doesn't have competition.[/quote] [i]*Chuckles.*[/i] [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog And may I please remind you that this thread is for discussion of True Sangheili and subjects related to it. It's not a staging ground for ego-trips.[/quote] [i]*Chuckles loudly.*[/i][/quote] whats so funny hes right we shouldn't set up the staging ground for fights on a story thread of beauty Wait I just noticed something wheres Savara I thought she would turn into a main character but she has yet to be mentioned at all after she was introduced [Edited on 10.18.2010 3:11 PM PDT]

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] The Munchies #2 If it was, Wolver doesn't have competition.[/quote] [i]*Chuckles.*[/i] [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog And may I please remind you that this thread is for discussion of True Sangheili and subjects related to it. It's not a staging ground for ego-trips.[/quote] [i]*Chuckles loudly.*[/i] [Edited on 10.18.2010 8:20 AM PDT]

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog No, it's not a competition, I'm not so pretentious as to consider myself above anyone else (because there are countless writers far better than I) and for future reference number of replies is not always representative of story quality. And may I please remind you that this thread is for discussion of True Sangheili and subjects related to it. It's not a staging ground for ego-trips.[/quote] I know sorry didn't mean to offend Back to the story ITS FREAKING AWESOME I hope sorran meets his friends again or better yet saves them

No, it's not a competition, I'm not so pretentious as to consider myself above anyone else (because there are countless writers far better than I) and for future reference number of replies is not always representative of story quality. And may I please remind you that this thread is for discussion of True Sangheili and subjects related to it. It's not a staging ground for ego-trips.

its not a fight its a conversation about what we think nothing more lol

Guys, take it to PMs, or either of your stories, this is not the place.

also if you haven't noticed I put the less read competition part in order from most to less read.

Well in my defense here I just rephrased number one to make more seance and to add truth. 1. When ever it deals with the same genre and general basis most reviewers/Readers its called competition and normally the writers see it as that also. 2.thats insulting to me and you 3.I agree there dude and yours hasn't been out long anuf for me to actually say less read but I half to go by comments as I cant look at who looks at the thread. 4. hay we all start some were and help is always needed even once you become a big success [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] The Munchies [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Axe11154 So Wolverfrog How does it feel to be a Hot topic maker and what do you think of your greatest competition "The Conflict of Harvest"? What would you say about the other less read competition The Spartan Four Project: Book Two Project: GUNGNIR The UNSC Frigate BlueDwarf and Sanghelios? Last do you have any hints for future writers who may try to follow in your foot steps? [/quote] #1 This isn't a competition. #2 If it was, Wolver doesn't have competition. #3 Less read, that stung. In my defense, my first one was a hit. I think I just waited to long to release the second. #4 lululululullululululululullululul[/quote] [Edited on 10.17.2010 1:45 PM PDT]

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Axe11154 So Wolverfrog How does it feel to be a Hot topic maker and what do you think of your greatest competition "The Conflict of Harvest"? What would you say about the other less read competition The Spartan Four Project: Book Two Project: GUNGNIR The UNSC Frigate BlueDwarf and Sanghelios? Last do you have any hints for future writers who may try to follow in your foot steps? [/quote] #1 This isn't a competition. #2 If it was, Wolver doesn't have competition. #3 Less read, that stung. In my defense, my first one was a hit. I think I just waited to long to release the second. #4 lululululullululululululullululul

So Wolverfrog How does it feel to be a Hot topic maker and what do you think of your greatest competition "The Conflict of Harvest"? What would you say about the other less read competition The Spartan Four Project: Book Two Project: GUNGNIR The UNSC Frigate BlueDwarf and Sanghelios? Last do you have any hints for future writers who may try to follow in your foot steps?

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] steadman [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] vI RaGeZ Iv There is a gigantic contrast between this Cole and the Cole in Insurrection, why? Also, nice work![/quote] It isn't a contrast of character, there is a contrast of perception of the character. In Insurrection, he is the protagonist's ally, in this story, he is the enemy. Wolvers is simply writing from their perspectives.[/quote] Yep.[/quote] yep is yep from what yep will be yepping about lol

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] steadman [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] vI RaGeZ Iv There is a gigantic contrast between this Cole and the Cole in Insurrection, why? Also, nice work![/quote] It isn't a contrast of character, there is a contrast of perception of the character. In Insurrection, he is the protagonist's ally, in this story, he is the enemy. Wolvers is simply writing from their perspectives.[/quote] Yep.

Oh my. Sorran were are you your friends need saving Please let it be that High charity comes and Sorran is sent to help [Edited on 10.17.2010 7:21 AM PDT]

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] vI RaGeZ Iv There is a gigantic contrast between this Cole and the Cole in Insurrection, why? Also, nice work![/quote] It isn't a contrast of character, there is a contrast of perception of the character. In Insurrection, he is the protagonist's ally, in this story, he is the enemy. Wolvers is simply writing from their perspectives.

There is a gigantic contrast between this Cole and the Cole in Insurrection, why? Also, nice work!

Nicely done. Nothing more for me to add. +5

I mean it causes me to yearn for more, in no way is it a negative thing. Because when you assemble this into a book it looks marvelous, but chapter by chapter eats at the nerves as they crave more. However, I suppose that is what an author is supposed to do.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Ringtail11 i am beginning to dislike all of your cliffhangers wolvers.[/quote] Then by all means go away and stop reading. That wasn't even a cliffhanger. [Edited on 10.21.2010 12:35 PM PDT]

i am beginning to dislike all of your cliffhangers wolvers.

[i]A life for ten lives. But it isn't just 'a life.' It's Ahkrin. The Sangheili I have grown up with, my brother in arms. Would I not kill hundreds to ensure his survival?[/i] But this was different. [i]The ten who would replace Ahkrin are my warriors. They trust me... trust that I will do my best to serve them and keep them safe from harm. I can't just forfeit their lives for my own selfish gain... can I?[/i] "Time is ticking, Elite. Make your choice soon or there shall be none at all," Cole hurried, a malicious glint playing about his eyes as the Admiral tightly gripped the glass of bourbon he held in his hand. "Why are you doing this?" Zharn demanded, eyes watering as he wrestled with the impossible choice before him. Either one would weigh heavily upon him for the rest of my life. Cole's eyebrows rose. "Because I enjoy seeing you in pain, Elite. Your kind are destroying everything mine hold dear. Billions have died, and you won't stop until every last one of us is dead. Why are you doing this? For nonsensical reasons involving blind devotion to an absurd religion. My reasons for doing this may be senseless, but no more than your own." "I did not start this war," Zharn breathed heavily, knuckles turning white as he tightly grasped the wood of the chair, cracking it. "But you do not protest against it, or even question it. Your ask 'how high?' before your Prophets even tell you to jump. It's pathetic." "I--" "Enough. I don't expect you to reach an epiphany at my hands. Make your choice, now." [i]Curse this man to eternal torment! I wish that I were a great leader but it is not so. Try as I might I can't place ten faceless warriors under my command above a Sangheili I have known all my life. There is no other choice. Forerunners forgive me.[/i] "The ten--" Zharn began to answer, before choking up as fresh tears sprang into his eyes. Cole glared at him. "I'm sorry?" he demanded, leaning in closer. "I choose the ten!" Zharn shrieked, losing control. "Kill them if you must, just spare Ahkrin!" The Sangheili Ultra broke down after those words, collapsing onto the desk and weeping uncontrollably into his arm. The choice had been made, and he would forever hate himself for it. A soft chuckle came from the other side of the desk, triumphant and mocking. Cole observed the broken Elite for a full minute, before picking up the communications device with a smile and pressing it to his mouth. "Captain, escort the Elite back to his cell and return to my quarters to take the Ultra here back to his own. Be gentle with him, he's had a rough time. If you need me I will be on the bridge." And with that Cole put the device down on its stand, before easing his chair out from under his desk and standing up. Zharn drew his head out from his arms, looking up at the Admiral. "But you said--" "That I would kill ten in your friend's place? They are prisoners of war, Elite, and I will not harm them without good reason. Contrary to your kind's belief we are not barbarians. But you didn't know that. I think we both found out something very interesting about your character today, hmm? So ready were you to kill ten to save your friend. You don't deserve the command you wield." "You bastard!" Zharn spat, glaring through puffy, reddened eyes at the Admiral. Cole looked down at him with a sad expression. "Think upon it and you will realise who the real bastard here is, Elite. I am needed on the bridge. Raines will be here for you in a few minutes to take you to your cell; rest well, because in a few hours I think you'll be ready to order your troops on Eridanus II to surrender. If not... well, there's still time enough to throw those ten out of the airlock. And more can follow. Farewell for now, Elite." And with that, the Admiral left the room, chuckling softly to himself as he did so. The door to Cole's quarters swung shut, leaving none in the room aside from the two marines and Zharn, who sat at the table shaking. Zharn didn't utter a single sound. When Raines took him to his cell, the first thing he did was crawl into the corner and huddle there, shaking uncontrollably. The broken Sangheili Ultra continued to do so until Cole called for him once again.

[i]Does he think I can shoot plasma from my eyes?[/i] Ahkrin asked himself with an inward chuckle. "Get back, Elite!" the marine shouted at him, sweat trickling down his brow. Ahkrin grasped the bars tightly, staring at the marine. "What is this?" There was a pause as the human processed his question. Finally he lowered his shotgun. "What do you mean?" "Why have you taken us prisoner? I am hardly complaining, but it is most unlike you humans to do so," Ahkrin told the human, whose face contorted into one of unease. "It's really not my place to say, Elite. I'm not even supposed to talk to hostages--" "So we are your hostages?" Ahkrin asked the human, brow raising. "Interesting." "Corporal!" another voice boomed, a female's, yet strangely carrying much authority. It was very curious how the women fought for the humans. The Kig-Yar had their Shipmistresses, but the males still did the bulk of the fighting. The young man Ahkrin had been talking to paled, and spun around. "Captain! I... uh, I was just--" "Giving the enemy vital information?" the female captain demanded. She was smaller than the corporal but seemed to tower over him as she glared into his eyes, looking like she was about to punch him in the face. "Get your sorry ass down to reassignment, [i]private.[/i]" "Y-yes ma'am," the corporal-turned-private stammered, before pulling a sloppy salute and walking briskly away. The captain watched him go, before turning her blazing eyes onto Ahkrin. "You!" she shouted at him. Despite himself Ahkrin flinched back a little. From a [i]female.[/i] He was glad Zharn was not here to see him. "Talk again and I will ram a gun down your disgusting throat and put a bullet through it! Understand?" Ahkrin merely nodded, before shrinking back into the safety of the diminutive crowd. An Unggoy near him chuckled. He was promptly cuffed around the ear. * * * * * * * * * "Enough!" a voice commanded, the words distorted like an image viewed through dirty glass by the water Zharn was being near-drowned in. After a few seconds the marines torturing him pulled his head out of the water, and this time it remained out. Zharn was breathing heavily, eyes wide and unseeing as the water dripped down his cold, numb face. The bucket he could see terrified him. Zharn had faced down raging Mglekgolo with nothing but a rifle and a grenade, but the still rippling water imbued far more fear within him than they had. [i]Do not let them do it again,[/i] Zharn silently prayed to the Forerunners, hoping they were watching. He realised he was still shaking, and found that he couldn't stop it. He didn't [i]want[/i] to stop it. He just wanted to curl in a corner, shut out the world and never see a drop of water again in his life. "Take him to my quarters, bound," Admiral Cole ordered, before turning to Zharn. "We're going to have a little chat, you and I." * * * * * * * * <[i]UNSC Hastings, outside Eridanus II's orbit[/i]> "Elite," Admiral Cole stated blandly, staring deep into the small glass of bourbon on his impeccably polished desk. The word carried across to where Zharn was sitting and struck him like a slap in the face. "Y-yes?" he asked shakily, feeling as if he were about to throw yesterday's meager meal upon Cole's carpet. Water droplets from the torture still clung to his face, dripping down his quivering body and pouring into the ugly red welts that had been made across his body. A human loincloth was all that garbed him. [i]What are you doing? You are an Ultra! Has a little torture truly turned you into a frightened Unggoy?[/i] an angry voice within him demanded. [i]Yes,[/i] a meeker one replied tinnily. "There are people down on that planet. I'm planning to evacuate as many as I can before the rest of your kind show up. I know that Covenant are still on the surface." "I suppose there is truth in that statement," Zharn spoke back nervously, unable to look the Admiral in the eye. [i]Slam![/i] Zharn nearly jumped out of his skin, shrinking back against his chair. He forced himself to look up and saw Admiral Cole glaring at him. "You will command them not to attack civilians and otherwise as they leave Eridanus II," Cole ordered, and for a brief moment the broken shell of Zharn was bolstered by indignation. "I am not yours to order around! If my warriors wish to surrender they will do so. I shall not order them to, however. The Council would have my head, and I would be severed from the Journey!" he snapped, raising to his feet. He heard the marines posted at the door raise their guns before he'd even drawn to full height. "Sit down, Elite, or I'll have you flayed," Cole told him wearily, and Zharn immediately felt the strength leave him as he crashed back into the chair. The Admiral sighed, shaking his head and bringing a hand up to cover his eyes. Zharn could see a band of pale flesh on one of Cole's fingers, and if memory served him this meant that he had once been mated with another human. Zharn could not help but marvel at how this cold, cruel hell-spawned demon had ever gained the favour of a female. Still, the pale band showed clearly that it had not lasted. "I apologise for my outburst," Zharn muttered, eyes losing focus once again and memories of being plunged into the water arising. "No, it was very revealing. You obviously still don't understand just how much I dislike your kind. It seems I will have to show you. Raines!" A marine detached himself from the door and walked over slowly, an unreadable expression on his face. "Sir?" "The Elite our friend here arrived with; he's still in the brig, correct?" Cole demanded. After a pause Raines nodded. "He should be. I haven't given an order otherwise." "Good. I want you to take him from his cell and airlock him," Cole commanded without feeling as if he were ordering a meal from a menu. Zharn felt his hearts pound urgently. "[i]What?![/i]" he shrieked, sitting forward. Cole smiled a macabre smile. The marine named Rains nodded, giving a rapt salute. "At once, sir." "No!" Zharn cried, leaping to his feet despite his fear and attempting to stop the marine from leaving to carry out the order. His bound feet did not get far though, and he soon found himself toppling onto the floor, his jaw smashing into the hard metal. Raines glanced down at him with disgust before leaving. "You are close to this Elite, I take it?" Cole asked him after Raines had exited the room. Zharn still lay on the floor, moaning pitifully amidst the blood and tears. The Admiral strode over, boots pausing just before the purple puddle. Cole bent down, and stared at Zharn in the eyes. "Don't kill him... please," Zharn begged, too beside himself with worry for Ahkrin to even care about the shame he was dealing himself by stooping to the level of pleading. Admiral Cole smiled then. "Why shouldn't I? I'm sure that he has killed many of my people in the past. Such a menace should surely be removed, don't you think?" [i]I can't lose Ahkrin... not after Sorran.[/i] "If you kill him I won't order the troops still on the surface to lay down arms," Zharn spat out, hating himself for saying the words he was about to say. He knew this heresy would have him killed even if he survived this, and possibly even cut off from the Journey. But he could not let Ahkrin die. "Oh?" Cole asked, a glint in his eye as he grabbed the bourbon from his desk and taking a swig of it. At some unseen command, two marines came over and lifted Zharn up, before violently thrusting him back into the small, uncomfortable chair. "But I heard you say a few minutes ago that you'd never do such a thing. You were quite adamant, in fact." "I changed my mind!" Zharn retorted, his throat tightening as he realised that Raines was still carrying out his orders. Ahkrin could be being dragged to the airlock as they spoke. "Really? Well perhaps I don't care. Perhaps I'll just have you friend airlocked anyway to see your reaction. Being vacuumed isn't a very pleasant way to die, Zharn. The lack of air, the pressure as your friend's insides will be forced out of every orifice in his body, the freezing temperature... not very nice at all, really." "You can't--" "Can't I? What will you do, Zharn? Attack me? You're in no position to do so, I think. Perhaps I'll take you down to the observation deck and you can watch your friend as he is ejected into the harsh realm that is space. Would such a thing break you, I wonder?" Suddenly the communications receiver on Cole's desk buzzed, and after letting it ring for a few seconds the Admiral picked up the matte-black receiver and pressed it to his ear. Muffled words emitted from it, and Cole nodded sombrely. "Throw him in the airlock, Captain Raines, then await my order," Admiral Cole said softly, before gently placing the receiver on the desk beside him. Zharn stared at it as if it were some evil beast. "Now, Elite, these next few moments will be very important. Your friend is one button-press away from being thrown through the tunnel and into the great beyond, where he shall most certainly die. I'm going to offer you a choice, and it will be interesting to see how you choose. Your friend does not have to die. You can opt for the second option." "What is it?" Zharn demanded hurriedly. "Please, I'll do anything." "Don't be so sure. Your friend's place can be filled by ten other troops you command. If you choose this option then your friend shall live, but ten other various Covenant shall take his place and be thrown out of the airlock. No one other than you, Raines and I will ever know; it'll be our little dark secret."