[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] noes Love it, but I need part 21 pl0x! Well actually I think I'll read your other one first. You know, you are really good at writing.(Zomg a compliment!)[/quote] yes please put out Part 21 soon Wolvers.

I just spent 2 hours of my life reading your story, and honestly, I have to say, that was 2 hours well-spent. I have thoroughly enjoyed reading this, and I'm dying for more. Keep up the great work. I must say, you made me feel sorry for the Chieftain, hopefully Ahkrin will warm up to him, if he sticks around. [Edited on 06.25.2010 5:20 AM PDT]

Love it, but I need part 21 pl0x! Well actually I think I'll read your other one first. You know, you are really good at writing.(Zomg a compliment!) [Edited on 06.08.2010 2:17 PM PDT]

E-book? Can you convert PDF's to ebooks? If that would be possible, you could use the pdf I made of Book 1.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog I'm finishing Insurrection this weekend. Then, I'll have all the time in the world to write True Sangheili. Thanks for being patient.[/quote]:D

I'm finishing Insurrection this weekend. Then, I'll have all the time in the world to write True Sangheili. Thanks for being patient.

Finish Insurrection, then work on this!

WE NEED MOAR CHAPT3RZ NAO.

Whens next chapter?

Gah! Need... next... chapter... don't... focus... on... Insurrection... focus... on... this... NAO!

You're welcome.

Ah yes, the schism. That'll be a very interesting day. And I'll do an E-Book when I'm finished. Thanks for reading!

This is good. Have you considered making an E-book?

Nice guy, Orpheus. Shame about the Schism.

Long time reader, first time commenter. :D Love the story so far, and definitely looking forward to more. I like the way you've expanded the inter-species politics, and of course your characters are very good. :)

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog [u]Orpheus[/u] "Well, thank you Chieftain, for [u]delving down into what was essentially hell to save us.[/u]"[/quote] Just noticed that, nice!

I agree, I [i]love[/i] how your clash of cultures theme works. I think it's the best part to your writing, Wolvers. What's better is that I could picture the whole scene, the words on the page was not something I was paying fuly attention to as I was picturing the scene unfold - you did a great job there. All in all, I'd say this is one of the best chapters you've ever done in your history writing here. Great job and I hope to see more of this. :)

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] vI RaGeZ Iv Loved it! I simply love inter-species relations![/quote] Yes, that's one of True Sangheili's key themes. I didn't feel like Halo media released depicted the difference between different Covenant species all that well, and so decided to do my own take on it. Thanks for picking up on that.

I'm glad to know Ahkrin background, It makes sense now.

Good job Wolvers. This is the first fan fiction that I read the gallery. I'm glad you stuck with it.

Loved it! I simply love inter-species relations!

The hour was approaching midnight when the human voices broke through the night. Zharn drew out his rifle, and looked at Ahkrin, who had already engaged active camouflage, holding two knives in his hands. The Stealth Sangheili stalked off in the direction of the voices. Orpheus stood up slowly, drawing out his gravity manipulating hammer. "Hello? Is anyone out there?" the first human voice wondered. Zharn couldn't see the owners of the voices, but he could hear them quite clearly, and they were drawing closer. "You idiot, there could be Covenant out there!" the second chastised, sounding terrified. The first scoffed. "Don't be soft, the Covenant don't hide in forests. They're busy attacking the cities. There might by some UNSC Rangers out here though." "I hope so, I haven't eaten in days. Why does all the wildlife around here move so fast? Catching them is nearly impossible." "I told you we should have stopped by at the Armoury before leaving Capital City. Then we'd have guns to hunt with." "And get captured by the Covenant? No thanks, I enjoy living--" the second was suddenly cut off mid-sentence, breaking into a strangled shriek. The other let out a cry too, before being silenced. Thirty seconds later, Ahkrin strode back into the camp, camouflage fading and two pale faced, terrified humans held in both hands. With a snort of disgust, the Stealth Sangheili tossed the two pitiful looking beings at Zharn's feet. "What are you doing?" Zharn demanded of Ahkrin, who had already sat down in his previous seat again. "You're the commanding officer. You deal with them as you see fit." Zharn assessed the two humans grovelling before him, begging him not to kill them. "Humans, are you soldiers?" Zharn questioned, and he realised he felt a little sorry for these two. The two humans were frozen with shock, and didn't reply. Zharn drew out his sword, and they immediately began speaking. "N-no sir!" one piped, trembling. "We're just ordinary citizens. Please don't kill me, I don't want to die." "Yes, I imagine you don't," Zharn replied, sheathing his sword. "Ahkrin, give these two some food." The Stealth Sangheili's head shot up. "[i]What?[/i]" "[i]Food[/i], Ahkrin. I want you to give some to these two." "It's hardly a fitting last meal, Zharn." "Well that's okay, because I'm not killing them. They're not soldiers, and I don't harm innocents. Give them the food." Ahkrin looked as if he were about to argue, but then noticed Zharn's expression, one of compassion. Ahkrin then realised he was probably thinking about Sorran, who had attempted to save the human child from the Jiralhanae. Sighing, Ahkrin drew out the slabs of meat from a satchel and lowered the stasis field. He then wrapped them in some parchment he had, and tossed the small food parcels at the feet of the humans, who were staring at each other in disbelief. "Stand up, and get moving. Oh, and incidentally, you are heading straight into a city which has just been ravaged by us. No doubt Jackals remain there, hoping to find stranded humans who are still alive. You might want to go another way," Zharn advised the two humans, who shakily rose to their feet. "Thank you sir, thank you so much!" the first human said through a sob. "Be more careful in the future. Others will not be as lenient as I," Zharn firmly told the two. "Now go!" The humans ran as if a raging Thorn Beast was chasing after them. After a few moments, they faded out of sight. Heavy footsteps behind him told Zharn that Orpheus was there. "You are a very strange Sangheili," was all the Jiralhanae Chieftain said. "But an honourable one." "I wouldn't have done that a few months ago. What has come over me?" Zharn wondered aloud, and Ahkrin smirked. His friend was unable to see the obvious. He had obviously felt compelled to show these humans mercy out of respect for Sorran's memory. Still, Ahkrin knew he should let Zharn figure it out for himself. "Well, now the drama is over, we should retire for the night. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow, if we are to reach Covenant forces any time soon." "You're right, Ahkrin. That shelter of yours had better hold," Zharn couldn't resist one last dig at his friend. "Now you're questioning my camp making skills? I spend most of my life out in the field, Zharn. I know how to create a shelter." "You should learn how to cook properly too. What would you do if I wasn't around to do it for you?" "I'd probably eat it raw, Zharn." "That's horrible." "It's better than the food being burnt," Ahkrin shrugged, before clambering into the tent he'd half erected, half dug. It would hopefully provide some shelter from the elements. "Orpheus, I made you a different shelter. You're too big for this one," Ahkrin stopped the Jiralhanae in his tracks, pointing to a noticeably poorer quality shelter on the other side of the camp. Orpheus seemed more than a little upset. "Oh, I see. Well then, good night Sangheili." The Chieftain stalked off, looking a little depressed. Zharn climbed inside his and Ahkrin's tent. He had to admit, his friend had done an admirable job. The room was spacious, and there were two clearly discernible sections so the two Sangheili could sleep without knocking against each other. "You made this too small for Orpheus on purpose," Zharn accused, climbing into his makeshift bed. He wasn't facing Ahkrin, but could tell he was smiling. "Zharn! How dare you suggest such a thing!" Ahkrin replied, pretending to be offended. "That was unkind of you Ahkrin. Orpheus is a noble warrior, just like you and I." "I was worried that he might decide to help us die happy by smothering us in the night. Really Zharn, what he did to his uncle was barbaric." "Maybe in our eyes, but Jiralhanae see things differently." "Well he can see things differently in his own shelter. May you sleep soundly, Zharn." Zharn despaired at his friend's hatred of the Jiralhanae. He was going to make the next few days very difficult. "You too, Ahkrin."

[i]A lot of character development here. Don't hesitate to tell me if you don't like anything.[/i] [b]Part 20 - Cultural differences[/b] "Sangheili, I must rest. Mine limbs grow weary of this continuous walking. May we not set up camp awhile?" the Chieftain finally gave in, which prompted the equally weary, if not more so Zharn and Ahkrin to share a secretive, triumphant look between themselves. Neither had been prepared to admit their weariness before the Brute had. "Very well, if you so wish," Zharn replied loftily, and with masked relief, lay back on the rough forest ground. Two heavy thumps told him that Ahkrin and the Jiralhanae had done so too. Dust particles kicked up around him, only to be incinerated by his energy shielding as they touched it. "Is the communicator working?" Ahkrin demanded between short breaths, also sprawled out on the ground. "Nay, I am afraid not. The humans have indeed put up a mighty scrambler, but fear not, the Huragok are no doubt working on a solution even as we speak. Trust in the Path to see us through," the Chieftain replied confidently. Zharn scowled. Was every Jiralhanae a religious zealot? The Sangheili believed in the Great Journey, sure enough, but the Jiralhanae seemed to think about nothing but it. "What's your name?" Zharn questioned the Jiralhanae, who stood over a foot taller than him, and had a thick white, braided beard which was meticulously clean, unlike that of so many of their kind. "Orpheus, noble Ultra," the Chieftain replied, a wary look in his eyes. "That is a strong name," Zharn answered sincerely, wanting to stay on Orpheus' good side. "And you?" the Jiralhanae then asked his two Sangheili companions. "I am Ahkrin, and the gormless one over there goes by the name of Zharn," the Stealth Sangheili answered for him. "Enough pleasantries, I want some answers. Orpheus, how did you know where we were?" Zharn demanded, scrambling to his feet and stretching his aching muscles. The group had made rest in a tall, thriving forest, and night was nearly falling. Looking up at Eridanus II's looming moon, and hearing the sound of wildlife and wind brushing against the trees, Zharn suddenly felt sick. How could they glass something as wondrous as this? "My pack mates were killed by a human ambush. Rage seeped through my veins, and I killed those barbaric interlopers. Whilst in the berserk state, the body's senses are heightened. I heard you and Ahkrin as you were held and gunpoint as clearly as I would if you were standing next to me, and went down to help. We may be of different species, but we are all of the Covenant," Orpheus replied gravely. Zharn blinked. A Jiralhanae who wasn't a bigot and Sangheili hater? "Well, thank you Chieftain, for delving down into what was essentially hell to save us. Is there anything I can do to repay you?" Zharn thanked Orpheus. The Jiralhanae was a Chieftain, the highest rank one of his kind could attain, but even a Sangheili Major would have authority over him. Zharn sometimes thought that the Sangheili repression of the Jiralhanae was a little too brutal. It would all end badly, he felt. "Just fight alongside me noble Ultra, that's all that I ask. We must stick together if we want to make it off this planet alive," Orpheus replied, standing up. The Chieftain was rather small in comparison to most Jiralhanae; he was only the height of Zharn. Still, his chest and arms rippled with raw muscle. "I will go and collect firewood, we should set up camp here tonight. I trust it one of you knows how to create a shelter?" "Yes," Ahkrin answered instantly, almost in a hostile tone. Zharn recognised that, but Orpheus, who didn't know the Stealth Sangheili, obviously thought he was just weary. "Excellent. I will be back within half an hour, fear not." And the Chieftain lumbered deep into the dark forest, hammer in hand. Ahkrin's narrowed eyes followed him until he couldn't be seen anymore. Then the Stealth Sangheili snapped to face Zharn. "On your feet Zharn, we're leaving," Ahkrin instructed in a brisk tone, no longer sounding weary. He'd been faking it. "[i]What?[/i]" Zharn demanded, utterly bemused. Ahkrin was already on his feet, frowning down at Zharn. "He's a Jiralhanae, Zharn. I don't trust him, and neither should you. If we move now, we can be gone before he returns." Ahkrin stalked off, obviously believing Zharn would follow him. When he didn't hear those familiar footsteps behind him though, he turned around, puzzled. "No Ahkrin. We're staying. He saved our lives; you need to stop this petty antagonism towards the Jiralhanae," Zharn told his friend firmly. "Zharn--" Ahkrin began to protest loudly, before being cut off by the Ultra. "Don't argue Ahkrin. I know why you hate the Jiralhanae, and I understand. But Orpheus did not incite the riot upon your uncle's position. You need to learn how to forget, Ahkrin. Holding a grudge for such a long time is unhealthy; the riots have ended. We're staying, and you are too. That's an order." Ahkrin looked at Zharn then with murder in his eyes, and looked as if he were about to strike him. Then, he cursed, shook his head and sat down sullenly. "I won't forgive this Zharn," Ahkrin told him icily. Zharn chuckled as he too sat. "Yes you will, Ahkrin. You always do." The two sat in an awkward silence for the better part of twenty minutes. Zharn sadly pondered his friend's hatred of the Jiralhanae. It was when Zharn was reflecting on his thoughts when Orpheus stumbled back into their camp. He looked at the two Sangheili in confusion. "You haven't made shelter?" Ahkrin said nothing, and merely stood up, and began to gather the materials he would need to create for them a place where they could rest the night. Orpheus looked at Zharn in perplexity, who just shook his head warningly. The Jiralhanae fortunately understood his unspoken message, and began lighting the fire mutely, creating sparks with his long, sharp claws. An hour later, and the three Covenant soldiers had built themselves a safe an amiable camp. The fire had not only warmed their bodies, but it had also warmed Ahkrin's frosty demeanour. Abashed, Ahkrin had apologised to his friend, who readily accepted. He still behaved a little frosty around Orpheus though. Zharn had managed to catch a Deer which had been galloping through the woods, and so now the three were enjoying healthy portions of cooked venison, seasoned with some herbs they'd found. It had a distinctly alien taste, but wasn't at all unpleasant. There was some left over, and so Ahkrin froze it in a stasis field so it wouldn't spoil. Ahkrin was always prepared like that. "So what's your story then, Orpheus?" Zharn asked after the meal. He was bored, and Orpheus seemed interesting. "My story? It's long and bloody, Sangheili. You don't become a Chieftain by shaking hands. I killed my father's brother to attain this position," Orpheus replied casually. Ahkrin's eyes widened in outrage. "That's barbaric!" he cried in a disgusted tone. Orpheus shook his head. "No, you misunderstand. My father's brother was old, and he wouldn't have lasted a year anyway. In our society, there is no greater honour than to be killed by a relative, rather than some upstart from another family. He died with a smile on his face," Orpheus explained, but his words didn't alleviate Ahkrin's anger. "That's disgusting. I knew you Jiralhanae were Brutish, but I didn't realise how much so." "Sangheili, would you die in your bed an old and lonely husk? Or would you rather leave this world in the glorious rush of battle? For Jiralhanae, it is always the latter; I can only hope that I am one day bested by my kin. Don't try to compare your culture to ours, it's impossible." Ahkrin shut up after that, thankfully. He could get awfully long winded at times. [Edited on 07.29.2011 2:24 PM PDT]

Next part?

Awesome story dude keep it up :D

I feel depressed...