Halo - Series Fan Fiction ❯ The Halo Effect ❯ Second Chances and a new Lesson ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Half-Jaw 
Non Anime: Halo - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 02.18.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 529 | Status: Work In Progress
Non Anime: Halo - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 02.18.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 529 | Status: Work In Progress
I do not own Halo or Mass Effect they are owned by Microsoft. I do own what I add to them.
A/N I would like to give credit to ScreenSurfer for the idea of the Protheans making the Reapers for purpose of killing the Flood.
The Halo Effect
Chapter 2 Second Chances and a new Lesson
Shadow of Intent
“Arbiter, what has happened here?” R’tas Vadum ask in a concerned voice, “We have traveled back almost four hundred years.”
The Arbiter looked at the communications officer, Ilb Garas, and said, “I want you to pull up our history for this time period.”
The Ilb doing as the Arbiter asked looked up quickly and said, “Excellency, I have found something.”
“On the view screen,” the Arbiter said in a tone full of concern.
The view screen flickered to life. The information had the Arbiter’s mandibles dropping. It read The Legend of the Lost Fleet. The Arbiter read aloud, “A mysterious fleet appears with the leader of the Sangheili at the command of the flag ship. He will wear armor unlike any other.”
Commander R’tas said quickly, “Brother that legend was before we joined the covenant. But that fleet never showed up. We were looking for them when the Prophets showed up. We must get to Sangheilios. We have gone back for a reason. We have a chance to fix our past. We have the opportunity to never join the Covenant.”
“You are correct.” the Arbiter said quickly, “contact the Citadel. Tell them we are returning to Sangheilios. We will tell them of our alliance. We shall return in a few days.”
“Yes, Excellency.” Ilb replied.
“Set a course for home,” the Arbiter said, “open a channel to all the ships. We must tell them what is going on.”
“By your word, Arbiter,” was the reply from the bridge crew.
“R’tas, let’s make the most of our second chance. We will never get that again,” the Arbiter said in a solemn voice.
“Arbiter, the communications channel is open you may begin at any time,” the Ilb said in a low brassy voice.
“My brothers,” the Arbiter began in a voice full of anticipation, “I have important news for all of you.” The Sangheili on all the ships came to attention. The Arbiter continued, “We have been given a second chance. The storm we encountered has propelled us back in time. The Covenant we knew doesn’t exist. Unfortunately, Truth will still live. However, we have the upper hand, he hasn’t been born yet. The Sangheili we will encounter will think of us as a prophesy coming true. No one is to reveal the future to our brothers. They are not and I repeat not to know of the Prophets. We have to keep them from forming the Covenant. And if this new alliance we made will help then more power to it. I want each and every one of you to brush up on our history for this time period. I want you to remember what we have been through. Remember the betrayal. Remember the Covenant slaughtering our brothers and sisters, our mothers and fathers. Remember how the Prophets would kill us all for nothing. But in remembering all that I do want you to forget the Covenant. Forget the life we had with them. We have new allies now. If we need them or they need us we will be there as they will be there for us. I want all of you to read the Legend of the Lost Fleet. For that is us,” the Arbiter finished and sat on the gravity throne. “Take us home,” was all the Arbiter said.
The Navigations officer was setting the coordinates for the slip space jump. Peace is what is left on the other side. The Arbiter smiled to himself at the thought. He touched the mark that was once burned into his chest. “That mark will take on a new meaning now. It will not be shameful,” the Arbiter lifted his mandibles into a smile at the thought, “the name Orna Fulsam, will have honor once more. The whole Sangheili race will have honor once again.”
“Arbiter, you have an incoming message from the Human vessel Normandy,” Ilb said as he saluted the Arbiter for such a moving speech.
“On screen,” the Arbiter said in a tone full of authority.
The view screen flickered to life with the face of one of the Asari. “Esteemed Arbiter,” Liara said in a soft feminine voice, “I need to have a word with you. It is concerning the mark you have. Could we meet in the park on the Presidium? I promise it won’t take long. I’m uploading a map of how to get there to you as we speak.”
The Arbiter replied, “We will have to make it quick. We need to return home with the news of the alliance.”
“I will be quick. I wouldn’t disturb you if it wasn’t important.” Liara added in a tone that had a light hint of curiosity in it.
The Presidium
Citadel
The Arbiter and his two companions R’tas Vadum and N’tho Sraom, arrived at the designated spot without incident.
The Arbiter said to R’tas in an almost whisper, “Redluohs ym revo gnikool ton siht ot desu teg tsomla dluoci, Rehtorb. Renroc txen eht dnuora si ymene eht fi gnirednow.”
The Sangheili found where Liara told them she would be, and to her word she was there. She stretched out her hand. The Arbiter took her hand in his large four fingered hand and gave it a gentle shake. “I am glad you took the time to see me,” she said softly.
“The pleasure is all mine,” the Arbiter replied. “Besides, my curiosity got the best of me anyway. How did you know I had a mark on me?”
Liara replied, “You can see the edge of the outline here on your armor,” she pointed to the part of his chest that wasn’t covered by armor. “May I see the whole mark? The part that I can see, well, it looks to be Prothean.”
“Prothean?” the Arbiter questioned, “The mark is Forerunner. But I will show you. This is the Forerunner Mark of Shame,” the Arbiter removed his chest armor and revealed the spot where he was so greatly hurt.
“Thank the goddess. That is a Prothean symbol. But not what you think. That is the Prothean symbol for Heroism and high Honor.”
“Prothean? I do not understand what they are? I know the Forerunner,” the Arbiter said in a low voice.
“Prothean, Forerunner. The Hanar call them the Enkindlers. Humans called them Neanderthal. They are all the same. Their race was destroyed by the Reapers they created. The Protheans created the Reapers to combat a parasitic virus…” explained Liara.
“The Flood,” R’tas Vadum added. As the Arbiter replaced his chest armor.
Liara was shocked that these Sangheili knew of the ancient parasite. She added, “How did you know of them? We just recently found writings about them.”
“We found an ancient Forerunner/Prothean facility that had the parasite on it. It was a research facility. I lost a few good Sangheili warriors to the blasted parasite,” the Arbiter said as the memories of Threshold came flooding back. “We destroyed the facility to contain and destroy the parasite.”
Liara’s head snapped up and she said, “You have battled the parasite? No wonder you wear the Mark of Heroism. You are indeed a decorated hero. The Mark of Heroism was only given to the bravest of all Prothean warriors.”
“I was shamed when I received this mark.” The Arbiter said as his temper started rising and the memories of that awful day came flooding back to him the stress of it all almost knocked him to his knees, “I was disgraced but then given another chance. I was given this sacred armor of our most Holiest of Warriors. Now you are telling me. I have a symbol of honor on my chest all along?”
“Yes,” was all Liara said. She turned to a data pad and said, “Look, here is the Mark of Shame of the Protheans. See how it has two extra lines through it.”
The Arbiter’s mandibles dropped. He thought he would never be free of his shame. But it never was shame. The Arbiter looked at R’tas and said “Stehporp eht yb dlot eil rehtona.”
A/N I would like to give credit to ScreenSurfer for the idea of the Protheans making the Reapers for purpose of killing the Flood.
The Halo Effect
Chapter 2 Second Chances and a new Lesson
Shadow of Intent
“Arbiter, what has happened here?” R’tas Vadum ask in a concerned voice, “We have traveled back almost four hundred years.”
The Arbiter looked at the communications officer, Ilb Garas, and said, “I want you to pull up our history for this time period.”
The Ilb doing as the Arbiter asked looked up quickly and said, “Excellency, I have found something.”
“On the view screen,” the Arbiter said in a tone full of concern.
The view screen flickered to life. The information had the Arbiter’s mandibles dropping. It read The Legend of the Lost Fleet. The Arbiter read aloud, “A mysterious fleet appears with the leader of the Sangheili at the command of the flag ship. He will wear armor unlike any other.”
Commander R’tas said quickly, “Brother that legend was before we joined the covenant. But that fleet never showed up. We were looking for them when the Prophets showed up. We must get to Sangheilios. We have gone back for a reason. We have a chance to fix our past. We have the opportunity to never join the Covenant.”
“You are correct.” the Arbiter said quickly, “contact the Citadel. Tell them we are returning to Sangheilios. We will tell them of our alliance. We shall return in a few days.”
“Yes, Excellency.” Ilb replied.
“Set a course for home,” the Arbiter said, “open a channel to all the ships. We must tell them what is going on.”
“By your word, Arbiter,” was the reply from the bridge crew.
“R’tas, let’s make the most of our second chance. We will never get that again,” the Arbiter said in a solemn voice.
“Arbiter, the communications channel is open you may begin at any time,” the Ilb said in a low brassy voice.
“My brothers,” the Arbiter began in a voice full of anticipation, “I have important news for all of you.” The Sangheili on all the ships came to attention. The Arbiter continued, “We have been given a second chance. The storm we encountered has propelled us back in time. The Covenant we knew doesn’t exist. Unfortunately, Truth will still live. However, we have the upper hand, he hasn’t been born yet. The Sangheili we will encounter will think of us as a prophesy coming true. No one is to reveal the future to our brothers. They are not and I repeat not to know of the Prophets. We have to keep them from forming the Covenant. And if this new alliance we made will help then more power to it. I want each and every one of you to brush up on our history for this time period. I want you to remember what we have been through. Remember the betrayal. Remember the Covenant slaughtering our brothers and sisters, our mothers and fathers. Remember how the Prophets would kill us all for nothing. But in remembering all that I do want you to forget the Covenant. Forget the life we had with them. We have new allies now. If we need them or they need us we will be there as they will be there for us. I want all of you to read the Legend of the Lost Fleet. For that is us,” the Arbiter finished and sat on the gravity throne. “Take us home,” was all the Arbiter said.
The Navigations officer was setting the coordinates for the slip space jump. Peace is what is left on the other side. The Arbiter smiled to himself at the thought. He touched the mark that was once burned into his chest. “That mark will take on a new meaning now. It will not be shameful,” the Arbiter lifted his mandibles into a smile at the thought, “the name Orna Fulsam, will have honor once more. The whole Sangheili race will have honor once again.”
“Arbiter, you have an incoming message from the Human vessel Normandy,” Ilb said as he saluted the Arbiter for such a moving speech.
“On screen,” the Arbiter said in a tone full of authority.
The view screen flickered to life with the face of one of the Asari. “Esteemed Arbiter,” Liara said in a soft feminine voice, “I need to have a word with you. It is concerning the mark you have. Could we meet in the park on the Presidium? I promise it won’t take long. I’m uploading a map of how to get there to you as we speak.”
The Arbiter replied, “We will have to make it quick. We need to return home with the news of the alliance.”
“I will be quick. I wouldn’t disturb you if it wasn’t important.” Liara added in a tone that had a light hint of curiosity in it.
The Presidium
Citadel
The Arbiter and his two companions R’tas Vadum and N’tho Sraom, arrived at the designated spot without incident.
The Arbiter said to R’tas in an almost whisper, “Redluohs ym revo gnikool ton siht ot desu teg tsomla dluoci, Rehtorb. Renroc txen eht dnuora si ymene eht fi gnirednow.”
The Sangheili found where Liara told them she would be, and to her word she was there. She stretched out her hand. The Arbiter took her hand in his large four fingered hand and gave it a gentle shake. “I am glad you took the time to see me,” she said softly.
“The pleasure is all mine,” the Arbiter replied. “Besides, my curiosity got the best of me anyway. How did you know I had a mark on me?”
Liara replied, “You can see the edge of the outline here on your armor,” she pointed to the part of his chest that wasn’t covered by armor. “May I see the whole mark? The part that I can see, well, it looks to be Prothean.”
“Prothean?” the Arbiter questioned, “The mark is Forerunner. But I will show you. This is the Forerunner Mark of Shame,” the Arbiter removed his chest armor and revealed the spot where he was so greatly hurt.
“Thank the goddess. That is a Prothean symbol. But not what you think. That is the Prothean symbol for Heroism and high Honor.”
“Prothean? I do not understand what they are? I know the Forerunner,” the Arbiter said in a low voice.
“Prothean, Forerunner. The Hanar call them the Enkindlers. Humans called them Neanderthal. They are all the same. Their race was destroyed by the Reapers they created. The Protheans created the Reapers to combat a parasitic virus…” explained Liara.
“The Flood,” R’tas Vadum added. As the Arbiter replaced his chest armor.
Liara was shocked that these Sangheili knew of the ancient parasite. She added, “How did you know of them? We just recently found writings about them.”
“We found an ancient Forerunner/Prothean facility that had the parasite on it. It was a research facility. I lost a few good Sangheili warriors to the blasted parasite,” the Arbiter said as the memories of Threshold came flooding back. “We destroyed the facility to contain and destroy the parasite.”
Liara’s head snapped up and she said, “You have battled the parasite? No wonder you wear the Mark of Heroism. You are indeed a decorated hero. The Mark of Heroism was only given to the bravest of all Prothean warriors.”
“I was shamed when I received this mark.” The Arbiter said as his temper started rising and the memories of that awful day came flooding back to him the stress of it all almost knocked him to his knees, “I was disgraced but then given another chance. I was given this sacred armor of our most Holiest of Warriors. Now you are telling me. I have a symbol of honor on my chest all along?”
“Yes,” was all Liara said. She turned to a data pad and said, “Look, here is the Mark of Shame of the Protheans. See how it has two extra lines through it.”
The Arbiter’s mandibles dropped. He thought he would never be free of his shame. But it never was shame. The Arbiter looked at R’tas and said “Stehporp eht yb dlot eil rehtona.”