Halo - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Hidden Objectives ❯ The First Interrogation ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Halo. The only time I do is in my dreams. Bungie owns it all the time.

 

I would like to thank LiquidMark from deviantart for drawing a wonderful character to stimulate my imagination and the person who I basically wrote this for. I doubt I would have completed it otherwise.

 

Anything in italic are thoughts.

 

 

 

The Elite couldn't believe it. Captured. Since when did the…humans…take Elite's as prisoners. Their kind was seen as a threat, good. That thought made the Elite smile. Stinking, filthy vermin these…humans. Blarg. The Elite spat. The creatures weren't even deserving of the name. At least the vermin had given their kind an appropriate name. After finally hacking into a ship's computer system the only thing they were able to find in tact was a “dictionary” program. It didn't provide a lot of relevant data but at least they were able to understand the vermin's speech a little better. Elite-the best or most skilled members of a group. Yes that fit their kind perfectly.

The word human seemed to give the vermin too much respect. The only ones of their kind which seemed to deserve any were the warriors who were able to hold their own. At first it was believed that it was only one human doing massive amounts of damage..but that theory was quickly disregarded. No single human could inflict that much damage unto the covenant. There were many of this warrior. They all looked the same. Iridescent green armor and as tall as the Elite's themselves were. These warriors were fierce and the Elite's were given orders to defeat them or die trying. That order made the humiliation of capture sting so much more. Captured and waiting interrogation by one of the ones in green armor. Perhaps then the elite would be able to claim the honor of dying for the covenant. The Elite turned as the door clicked and the handle started to turn.

 

Luke-138 couldn't believe it. They had captured an Elite. This one had been wounded so badly after the battle that it was unable to move. He wore the scarlet armor of a veteran so he had put up quite a fight as they took him back to Omega base. Really the fight hadn't taken that long compared to other ones. It was more of a skirmish than a full battle. It seemed as thought the covenant forces had gotten their intelligence wrong. Instead of only a couple of marines as they had expected, Luke-138 was there, as long as the rest of his team. The four Spartans were too much for the handful of grunts and jackals to handle. The two elites with the lesser covenant had been taken out easily. One had been killed straight out. The other one however had been wounded..badly. It was their lucky day. They had had standing orders to take any and all covenant technology that they could get their hands on. Mostly the Spartans brought back shields, plasma pistols, plasma grenades, and even a Grunt or two. Unfortunately the lesser covenant usually didn't know anything of value and became relegated to, well, grunt work. There was always a pun intended there. The forces needed any sort of humor they could come across. This war was lasting far too long and there were far too few decisive victories. This was a decisive victory. A captured Elite was huge, hopefully this one knew something of value.

 

Luke-138 had been assigned the task of interrogation. He had contacted Dr. Halsey and she had decided that out of him, Aaron, Jenny, and Franz, he would probably work best with the AI that had been assigned to work with the Elite as well…Ares. The AI took on the form of what resembled a Greek warrior. He always carried a huge shield with him as well. Ares was notoriously difficult to deal with, however, he was also the best AI for the job since he focused on militant interrogation. Luke was not looking forward to this. He sighed quietly and started down the hall with his papers in hand. He had not taken off his armor since he wasn't sure how dangerous the Elite would still be. Once at the area where the Elite was being held the Spartan handed over his papers to the marines assigned to guard the door. “How is the prisoner in there?” the Spartan said as he addressed one marine. “Seems fine sir. Everything's been quiet but then again these rooms are made to be quiet if you know what I mean.” The marine responded. Yes, the Spartan knew what was meant…who wouldn't. No one thought any of the covenant forces were worthy of any kind of respect. That meant garnering information by any means necessary. If the prisoner died while in custody that just meant there was one less covenant in the universe, and that was always a good thing. Luke wasn't so sure he would be able to do that to something that couldn't fight back. Then again he had never interrogated anyone before. Debriefed yes, and wasn't that similar? No time like the present huh? The Spartan thought, and he unlocked the door and started to turn the knob.

 

The Elite had thought there would have been more time before they came. No matter. The bonds holding it could be broken. Perhaps not if more damage was inflicted, but that was something only the future knew. Something shimmered in the room as a strange looking warrior appeared. It wasn't solid so it was probably was there for translating purposes. The Elite could speak their language although it was difficult. Their voice boxes just weren't made for the harsh sounds the humans spoke in. The door opened and one of the green ones walked in. No surprise there. Probably was one of the female ones to try and gain cooperation. Did they know? They can't their intelligence wasn't that good, and the armor gave away nothing.

 

The Spartan nodded to Ares and began to assess the Elite. The armor was the same as always but there appeared to be something different about this one. Instead of the normal dark skin coloring this one was much lighter in appearance. Almost white. Luke wasn't sure he had ever seen an Elite which looked like that before. Then again no one had ever probably stopped to look any fallen Elite's coloring before. Still…most of them were darker, weren't they? “Ares copy the information and questions to my pad” Luke said. The pad flickered and brightened showing all information on the Elite and the questions Luke would hopefully get the answers to. Hmmm…a veteran, no known previous battles, no known rank, intelligence unknown, name unknown, etc. Did intelligence know nothing? Sure seemed like it at the moment. The questions seemed pretty straightforward. Why did you allow yourself to be captured? What were the covenant doing here? What are future covenant plans? How do the plasma weapons work? Really none of the questions were expected to be answered, but you never knew what was willing to be given up in exchange for their lives.

 

“Ares, is there really no name given? Nothing to address the prisoner by?” Luke asked. Ares finally shifted his gaze from the Elite and looked at Luke. “Why not just call it what it is, scum.” Ares replied bored. Maybe that was the reason no answers were ever gotten out of prisoners. Luke sighed, “Just start the translation program.”

 

Why is it looking me over? Thought the Elite. It was an unsettling feeling. It felt as if the green one could see inside the mind. That was just folly surely they really couldn't read what the Elite was thinking about…could they. Certain aspects of the humans technology was superior to the covenants, most it was inferior to be sure, but there were one or two shining objects. The green one suddenly spoke to the shimmering warrior asking to transfer information to him. No they don't know my thoughts. Suddenly the Elite felt very foolish for even thinking that was a possibility. The green one was probably seeing what their command whished to find out. They would get as little information as possible. The less the enemy knew the easier it was to win a war. No shame would come upon the house of… “Nothing to address the prisoner by?” said the green warrior. Why was that question even being asked, the elite wondered. The covenant didn't take prisoners, but certainly you don't offer the courtesy of a name to one you had captured. “Why not just call it what it is, scum” the program responded. That sounded about right. Perhaps the humans held the same kind of hatred for the covenant that the covenant held for them.

 

“Translation program engaged” Ares quipped. Might as well find out what to call this thing thought Luke. “So what do I address you as?” Luke asked. Ares looked his way and shot him an evil glare. So the AI didn't like it. He was only here to help, he was not the one running the show. The program was already parroting Luke's words to the Elite in it's own language, however the Elite appeared confused. Was the program malfunctioning? Did elite's have names or were they all given one name? Sort of like how the Spartans were really only differentiated by their numbers most of the time. The elite made a clicking noise but the program didn't say anything back in English. Was that noise its name and it was simply beyond the capabilities of the program to translate that noise?

 

The elite was concerned. Was this question designed as something to simply gain information, or was it to try and gain trust? Was this the first in a line of questions meant to put a prisoner at ease and so answer questions with more information than they were intending? The elite clicked its upper and lower left jaws together. It was a nervous habit but there was no way for the human to know that. Perhaps answering that question wouldn't be the worst thing. “Nala `Nodamee”

 

Ares broke out into his mechanical laughter. “What kind of name is that? Are you a warrior or some kind of Japanese food?” the AI taunted. “This is ridiculous, there is no way that the covenant would give any kind of useful information to a creature with such an awful name.” True that what the AI was saying was one way to garner information. The Elite's were known for their pride. That is why they were rarely captured. They would much rather die in battle than suffer the indignity. However Luke didn't want to insult this particular Elite. There was something different about it. The elite appeared to shrink at the AI's words. Instead of howling with rage as one would expect of creatures who put their personal pride above all else. “Ares leave, you are no longer necessary here. I believe I can handle the rest of the interrogation myself” Luke stated simply. The AI abruptly ceased his laughter and spun to face Luke. “You know it is protocol to have an AI present for all interrogations of the covenant. All information is immediately logged and sent to the proper authorities. If covenant plans are uncovered the UNSC is able to act quicker since it has already been sent out and a plan of attack can be created.” Ares stated. “Well you said it yourself, chances are this Elite doesn't know any useful information.” Luke slung back. The AI had the audacity to appear offended but faded out. Luke then made sure the AI wouldn't be coming back by disabling the hologenerator. The pad that Luke carried with him should be enough should the Elite give up any information.

 

`Nodamee couldn't believe it. The green one had sent the AI, Ares away. Was this a good thing or a bad thing though? It could be a trap. If `Nodamee ever got out of here the humans interrogation tactics would have to be remembered if the prophets ever decreed that they should start taking prisoners. The armor was starting to pinch though. The wounds had long since stopped bleeding and no longer hurt, but were now beginning to clot. If the armor didn't come off though they would never heal properly. Scars were not the problem, infection was the problem. For all their ferocity the Elites didn't have much in the way of an immune system. Infection was avoided at all costs. Fighting the humans was preferable.

 

“So” Luke started lamely. He truly didn't know where to begin. The battlefield was where he felt at home. None of the Spartan's strong suit was with words. He didn't want to hurt the Elite so that was out of the question, but he was doubtful that simple questioning would get him any information what so ever. Well at least he had a name now. Maybe he should introduce himself. “So you may address me as Luke-138, do you understand?” Even before the translation software was finished the Elite was nodding. “Do you understand our language?” The Elite croaked “yes.” Well that made things easier. Luke turned off the translation software. Now there was no way Ares could spy on the interrogation session what so ever. As he looked back at the Elite…wait Nala, Luke noticed that he was looking rather uncomfortable. Well more so than just from being captured and bound. At a closer look this Elite looked like it was wearing different armor than others usually did. Instead of its breast plate being split in the center, it was simply one connected piece. The armor pieces over its thighs were also extended. They went up more almost to its waist and covered more. Luke could remember seeing that type of armor configuration only once before. Considering the number of battles he had been in that was saying something.

 

“Why is your armor different?” Nala simply growled for a response. “I should have expected that” Luke stated. He cautiously moved towards the Elite. Nala's helmet covered his head and for some reason Luke wished to know exactly what the alien looked like. `Nodamee wasn't sure what was going on. So this human, Luke-138 what an odd name had caught on that the armor was different. Maybe humans were more intelligent than the grunts. Most of those underlings didn't even catch on, or maybe they just didn't care to wonder about the distinction. Wait was Luke-138 moving forward? “What are you doing?” `Nodamee ground out. Luke didn't pause to answer. He reached for Nala's helmet and yanked it from the elite's head.

 

“Female” Luke whispered. The Elite had to be female. It explained the differences in the armor, it explained the name, it explained a lot of things that were different about this Elite. `Nodamee didn't say anything. She didn't have to. She was found out and that was not a good thing. Females were very important to covenant society. There weren't that many. For every five males born there was maybe one female. Not many were allowed to fight. Usually they only went on intelligence missions which had very little risk. It wasn't that the covenant was worried that their lack of females for each of the species compromising the covenant would be found out by the humans. It was simply that the loss of even one was a blow. Now that the humans knew what she was would they let her go? She knew they tended to treat females slightly differently than males. Would they keep her and not kill her? That would only bring more dishonor to her name once it got out.

 

“A female elite” Luke said again awe struck. There was no information anywhere that females even existed in the covenant. For all the UNSC knew they reproduced through cloning. This was a major break through. Something that had never been discovered before. Luke toyed with the idea of bring Ares back online but something told him not to. For an alien the elite was…well pretty. She really did have very light colored skin. It was almost white. The armor covered most of it and gave it a grey-ish hue. Probably to blend in better with all of the other covenant. She had blue-ish markings along her head as well. In a word Luke would have described her as striking. He had never thought that any of the aliens he had met or killed before were particularly attractive in any way shape or form, but then again all the others had probably been male.

 

`Nodamee became uneasy at the way Luke-138 was staring at her. He seemed to be assessing her. Was he looking for a weakness? At least the wound on the side of her head was able to get some air. It felt good to have her helmet off once again she realized. `Nodamee clicked her left upper and lower jaws together again. She was getting far too nervous with this human standing that close. What did he want? She stood abruptly sending what she had been sitting on crashing to the floor. She needed to do something. Her training would no longer let her sit there and wait for something to happen. She needed to act.

 

The Spartan was on Nala in a moment. He pushed her back over the chair which had fallen. She tripped and he grabbed her armor and slammed her into the wall. Luke couldn't believe he had forgotten that this was the enemy. She appeared to be trying to catch her breath, no doubt having been knocked out by him. She moaned and Luke stiffened. “Are you hurt?” he asked. `Nodamee didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that she was but found herself nodding before she could stop. He eased away from her slightly still holding onto her armor. She rolled her shoulders as much as she was able and felt a little better. Her armor was in the way and still needed to be removed soon.

 

Luke was afraid he had hurt her. Sure there were females in the UNSC and even in the Spartans, but he personally had never hurt one before. Nala rolled her shoulders and Luke wondered if he should release her. He was taller than her only by about four inches but she had been wounded to begin with. Perhaps he had enough of an advantage. He tried not to focus on how good it felt to have her pinned to the wall. “I am going to release your hands. Don't think I can't or won't subdue you again though.” He released her hands. Nala stretched and then began to reach for her breast plate. “What are you doing?” Luke demanded. “I am wounded and wish to assess the damage” Nala growled. Luke nodded and watched as the elite unlatched the armor and slipped it off of her arms. With her white skin and blue-ish markings it was almost easy to forget that that was her skin. Almost. The elite was beautiful. As some of the marines would have said a “babe.” Her markings only accentuated her shape. Nala was half naked and standing right before him. Luke started to feel warmer and began to feel his blood begin to rush south. True he was a Spartan but he was still a man. Luke unlatched his helmet and removed it he wanted to see this with his own eyes and not simply on his helmet screen. Nala stretched again and Luke felt his mouth go dry. This alien…this enemy was probably the most attractive creature he had seen in a long time.

 

`Nodamee felt much better now that she was able to remove part of her armor. Stretching felt wonderful. Luke -138 had taken off his helmet as well and was staring at her again. Perhaps he didn't trust her. Couldn't blame him for that, if their roles were reversed…well the green warrior would have been dead by now, but still there would have been no trust. It was interesting to be near someone who was taller than her and not another elite. The human wasn't unattractive as far as humans went. He had sandy brown hair and strong features. He was well proportioned for his height. No matter, she shook her head. She would escape. Her arms were free and even without part of her armor she believed she could do it. Leaving this place or dying while trying was the next goal.

 

This is the enemy. This is the enemy. It became a mantra in Luke's head. There was no way he would do anything with this alien anyway. He had been trained to kill them not have sex with them. Who even knew if all of the compatible parts were there anyway? Nala Luke's preoccupation with his own thoughts as her opportunity and vaulted towards the door. Luke spun and grabbed Nala's arm. He pushed and there was a metallic clang as their armor hit one another. She was instantly slammed up against the wall again. This time her arms were pinned over her head by Luke's own hands. Her legs were unable to do anything useful since her hips were pinned to the wall as well by Luke. “You really need to stop doing that, the outcome is never going to change.” Luke stated. The elite was breathing hard. It is just the exertion or something more. Luke really wished that he knew for sure. Nala was still struggling against him. His erection was increasing to the point of pain within his armor. Screw it. Luke made eye contact with Nala for a moment before violently pressing his lips to hers. It was very different kissing something that had four sets of lips instead of only two. Different wasn't always a bad thing. `Nodamee renewed her struggling. What was he doing? She had never experienced or witnessed combat such as this. It wasn't painful but yet it still felt as though Luke was trying to invade her. She wasn't able to dislodge him. Her arms were still pinned and they were close enough to her head that she couldn't move that much either. She would just have to play his game until she could understand what was going on.

 

Nala suddenly stopped struggling. Luke decreased some of his pressure on her lips, smiled. Maybe she understands. He cautiously opened his mouth and began to lick at her lips. He was horny but he still didn't need any body parts bit off. When she didn't begin to struggle again he took that as a sign to continue and carefully worked his tongue between her lower mandibles. She opened her mouth slightly and he took the opportunity to explore the foreign territory. He felt something lightly touch his tongue and realized that it was her own. She was trying to take over control of the kiss and invade his mouth. He eagerly let her. Finally the upper hand thought `Nodamee. Luke slowly pulled her hands together and was able to capture both wrists in one of his hands. He shifted his hips so that one leg was in between hers. His free hand traveled down to her exposed chest and massaged one breast. Nala made a low noise in the back of her throat at the action. Taking that as a good sign Luke let go of her wrists. When they didn't move from their position he smiled. That caught up huh? He placed his now free hand on her hip and pulled away from her mouth. Her lips followed his not wanting to give them up. He kissed and sucked his way down her neck towards her neglected breast. He reached it and took her nipple into his mouth sucked hard and bit while his hand pinched her other nipple.

 

`Nodamee inhaled sharply as another low growl escaped her throat. What was this human doing? She had finally decided that this was no longer a type of combat. An interrogation technique? Perhaps but it felt far too good to hide something like that. She realized that her arms were no longer being restrained and placed one hand on the back of his head urging him on. “Again” she groaned. He bit and pinched her nipples again as demanded. She applied pressure to his head in order to get him to switch his assault to the other breast. He complied and set to his new mission. She was able to feel his unoccupied hand tracing over the armor covering her hips.

 

He bit and pinched again eliciting what could have been described as a squeak from her. She clutched as his head a little more desperately. Luke wanted Nala's mind elsewhere as he tried to find the latch on her armor. On her hip he felt a slight depression, pressed it and heard a click. He was glad he watched her take the other part off earlier so he knew what to look for. He pulled on the armor and it dropped to the floor with a thud.

 

`Nodamee instantly stiffened. This was a trap. It was all a ruse in order to make her vulnerable. Luke-138 was still basically in his armor and she was completely without with the exception of the gauntlets covering her feet. Any attack would be devastating at this point. She pushed his shoulders to try and get him to move away. She was rewarded by being pushed back into the wall once again. “Don't you ever learn?” He commented. She continued to struggle. “There is no honor in beating an opponent this way.” She spat.

 

Opponent? Perhaps she doesn't understand. “I'm not trying to beat you. You are in no danger from me.” Luke stated simply. Nala looked confused but relaxed once more. “Then what are you doing?” she asked. “Will you let me show you?” She nodded and Luke hoped that the similarities between humans and the elites continued. He kissed her deeply and explored all four of her lips thoroughly. In this case it seemed like differences were a good thing after all. He couldn't get enough of kissing that mouth. She was still holding herself very still against the wall. He lifted one of her hands and placed it on his hip. He then moved that hand to her breast and began massaging again. His other hand slid down her side over her hip. She began kissing him back and pulled him closer.

 

His armor was cold against her skin but she wasn't about to complain. The wonderful feelings were back and she didn't want them to end. If this truly was to be her last moments she wasn't going to complain there were worse ways to meet death. His hand moved from her hip to the juncture between her thighs and they both moaned at the same time.

 

Luke couldn't handle it any longer. His armor was becoming unbearably hot and tight. He pulled away from Nala only to be rewarded with a growl of frustration. He quickly unhooked and removed the armor covering his arms and then moved onto his own chest piece. He wrenched it free…the techs weren't going to like that…dropped it to the ground and pulled her into another bruising kiss. He had to touch her again. The rest of the armor could come off later. One hand immediately returned to the junction between her thighs and started stroking. The elite began making low groaning noises in the back of her throat again. Luke by now took these to be a good thing. His hand moved deeper and began stroking faster. A small bump made itself known and Luke brushed against it. Nala broke the kiss and inhaled sharply. Things just got interesting. Luke found her clit again and brushed against it solidly. Nala's head fell back breathing heavily. He pinched slightly and pushed creating small circles. She grabbed his other hand and pushed it between her thighs as well guiding him to an opening. He took two fingers and started pumping. Oh god She was tight and warm and wet. She grabbed his neck and kissed him roughly as her muscles began to clench. He added a third finger, pressed against her clit again. Her roar was muffled by his mouth as she came on his hand.

 

She slumped against him as tremors wracked her body. Luke was now painfully hard. He removed his hands from her in order to remove the rest of his armor. “Do you need both?” she rumbled. He shook his head wondering why she asked. Nala grabbed the hand she had cum over and began sucking on it, cleaning it for him. He unlatched the legs of his armor and stepped out of them. He pushed on the last piece and it fell to the ground freeing his already massive erection. He could feel his pre-cum already starting to leak out. Finally…but I know what will feel better. Luke pulled Nala towards him and lifted one of her legs around his waist. Since she was of similar height it wouldn't be uncomfortable for either of them. She placed one hand on his shoulder for balance as the other continued to hold his other hand in place as she still sucked his fingers. He entered her quickly and she screeched. He stilled waiting for her to relax slightly before starting a rhythm. He began to move in and out of her and Nala soon picked up the rhythm he created. They were both panting as Luke started to move faster and rammed into her harder. She squealed and dropped his hand. He placed his hand between their bodies and found her clit again. Luke was close very close. He flicked her clit a couple of times and she came again. He pumped twice and then shot himself inside of her. They stood there for a moment regaining their breath.

 

Luke stepped away once he knew Nala would be able to support herself. “I believe this interrogation is over with” Luke said lamely. “We should get dressed my superiors are going to want to know what happened.”

 

`Nodamee was confused. That was the best feeling she had ever experienced. What was going to happen to her now? She began to put on her armor back on as Luke-138 did the same. Was what just happened a ruse so that they could use some sort of mind reading program on her? Truth be told though she couldn't imagine what they would have gotten. She wasn't thinking much of anything besides what was happening at the moment for most of it. Only time would show her what her future was to be.

 

Luke knocked on the door and the two marines outside stepped in. He couldn't say how grateful he was for the fact that the room was sound proof. He had no desire for anyone else to know what had transpired between him and the enemy in the room. They led Nala away as he made his way to command to file a report.

 

“Did the prisoner give you any useful information?” Ares asked skeptically. “Yes the elite did. I believe I now have more information regarding their physiology. It could prove useful in the long run. Please submit a report to Dr. Halsey. I wish to keep the prisoner here however. I feel that my first interrogation session was successful but that the covenant prison still can provide more information. I believe that a second session conducted by me could prove to be gratifying.” Luke laughed silently at his own pun…gratifying indeed.

 

 

 

 

Chapter one is completed. This is going to be a three part thing. I like odd numbers. Thanks for reading.

 

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