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Post by Danny on Jul 9, 2009 18:46:12 GMT -5
In the towers of High Charity, a Public Forum is about to take place. For years, the Unggoy, Kig-Yar and Mgalekgolo have been used as labourers and servants. They wanted this no longer. Casual protests have been taking place and ignored out the front of Councillor Chambers and other various locations. Today, all species of the Covenant were told that the Prophet of Severance hopes to put a stop to it through debate and compromise. “I can’t believe the Prophet agreed to do this publically,” Anma muttered Ryma. “ I know, luckily the guards confiscated any weapons held,” Ryma chuckled. “You don’t actually think a Jackal or Grunt would attempt to assassinate the Prophet?” she asked, keeping her voice low. “Not yet, but I don’t see this debate ending well,” Ryma replied. “What are you talking about? The Prophet is going sort this whole thing out, he said so,” Anma repled. “We’ll see,” Ryma said back. The two sat in the observation stands with many other Sangheili and San 'Shyuum. The Grunts and Jackals sat at the far back of the room; the Hunters were not allowed to enter. Standing at the head of the room was an Elite and a Grunt. The Grunt was Wirnig, leader of the Labourers Liberation Party. The Elite standing at a podium next to him was a very high ranking, a very rich Zealot, Onch 'Damotee. They both stood awaiting the Prophets arrival. (OoC: If you would like to take part in the debate, you can either sit in the crowd and be an angry bystander Or if you have a high ranking politician or warrior, he or she can sit with the ‘Jury’ or something )
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Post by Ares on Jul 9, 2009 20:02:14 GMT -5
A young Elite sat in a spacious box alongside five other Elites and three San 'Shyumm. The Sangheili in question was a handsome and muscualr, but rather slim, Elite clad in ornate, sky-blue armor with a silver trim. The Elite's armor bore bold Forerunner Heiroglyphs in gold, and there was not the slightest tarnish on his armor- even the plasma sword hilt on his waist was completely unblemished. The young aristocrat carelessly rolled a fine golden coin between his fingers. His name was Kato 'Sekemee.
The Sangheili watched the golden-armored Zealot on the podium at the head of the room, and turned his icy blue eyes to gaze at the Grunt nearby. Poor, helples little creature. All he wanted was freedom for his people. The blue-armored Elite turned his head slightly to look at his Unngoy aide, who was garbed in ornate armor of the same color and design as Kato's. The little alien's eyes were expressive, and he easily read pity and fear in them.
"Gibgo," he began, and the Unngoy looked up at him. "What do you think so far? Do the Unngoy deserve freedom?"
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Gibgo looked up at his master, the Sangheili who had rescued the uncommonly intelligent and crafty Unggoy from the streets. The blue-armored Grunt murmured in his squeaky voice, "I... well... I think that my people should gain higher position to be at par with the Jackals, at least. Honestly, if everyone had a democratic share in the government, we Unggoy would hold the vast majority of power, so if we find a way to balance voting ability and decision-making, then I'm all-ears."
The Sangheili smiled. "Just as I taught you. Say what you want, and change the subject. If all Unngoy learn from you, you could take over."
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Post by IndigoWolf on Jul 9, 2009 21:36:09 GMT -5
Nayil watched attentively, waiting for something to happen. It wasn't often she was allowed to leave temple. She and another young Sangheili acolyte, as well as a half a dozen Grunts, were there to wait on a high ranking Priestess, Eyra 'Hlyana. The Priestess chatted with one of her peers in the same box then turned to Nayil, and told her to fetch some refreshments. "Yes my Lady," said Nayil, bowing. She then turned and hurried to the back of the box. She relayed to order to one of the Grunts, who disappeared out the door, and returned a few minutes later. Nayil then brought the tray to the priestesses, who took the food and drinks without giving much notice to the younger female. Nayil took her seat behind the higher ranking clerics and continued to watch.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Jul 9, 2009 22:11:14 GMT -5
Dapsap sat with the other Deacons. "you think we will be finally freed from our life of servitude from the Elites" asked Dapsap to his fellow deacons. "heretic" growled a Deacon. "call me what you wish but you know I am right" said Dapsap. (Ooc He is quite intelligent..which is why he is a Deacon..a lower ranking one..infact he just has the title due to his intellect no real power behind it). "shh elites hear you" whispered a grunts. "let them come I dare them dare strike a Deacon..a civil war would start" said Dapsap. *** "The fools dare question the order of the Covenant" murmed Ramo' Mortamee. "yes quite brother things will not change I will not allow that" said his Shipmaster. (Ooc He is an Ultra). "Then I stand by you glorious one" replyed Ramo. "the prophets are late" said an elite. "they can be as late as they please" growled Ramo not careing the rank of this heretic.
(Ooc you can tell my charcters loyalty...I may add a elite to aid the deacon)
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Post by Twisted Logic on Jul 10, 2009 22:41:59 GMT -5
Gijula Ati Qimtu and his bond brother, Ujoda Ati Xatm, heave through the growing crowd at the Forum, "accidentally" stepping on a few Jackals on their way. They are here representing the miners of the Forerunner Dreadnaught, demanding better working conditions.
Ujoda says to his "older" brother, "Are you sure that they will do as we ask? We doubt they will even allow us audience with them, they have always hated our kind"
"Of course they will have audience with us, it is a public forum. They would not wish to tarnish the image of them upheld by the Unggoy, the Kig-Yar, and the Sangheili." replied Gijula, "Now, let us rest and meditate for the upcoming debate..."
Their procession stops near Anama and Ryma, at whom Ujoda looks distastefully, and emits a low, thundering groan of disgust.
(OoC: I am having them refer to themselves in the second person because the Hunters are colonies of Lekgolo, just to add a touch of realism.)
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Post by Danny on Jul 11, 2009 17:54:16 GMT -5
A brightly lit door then opened. The Prophet of Severance, sitting comfortably in his chair, floated into the room. All Sangheili and San 'Shyuum stood in their seats. “Please be seated,” the Prophet said. Followed by the sound of everyone shuffling back into their seat. “We are gathered here today to have a peaceful discussion,” he said, opening his arms. “Today, all disputes and squabbles will be put to rest,” The aged Prophet rested his arms on his throne and looked at the Grunt. “Unggoy, as a sign of respect, you make speak first,” “Thank you, holy one,” the Grunt said happily. The Elite beside him huffed. “Most high one, members of the council and everyone else. I am Wirnig, and I represent all Unggoy, Kig-Yar and Mgalekgolo. For many years, we have carried the weight of this Covenant!” “I object!” Onch 'Damotee roared. “We, the Sangheili, heft the true weight of the Covenant, we are tasked with the protection of the Prophets!” Many Elites in the crowd roared approvingly. “Onch, please,” the Prophet interrupted, the cheering quickly stopped. “The Unggoy has the floor,” “Thank you again, holy one,” Wirnig said. “We only ask to be treated equally, that Sangheili and other species pull their weight,” “How dare you,” Onch growled. “You ask we pull our weight? We are the guard, our lives are constantly on the line protecting the Prophets,” “We Grunts want to fight too!” Wirnig yelled back at the Elite. “All we seem to do is work and serve, nonstop, we Grunts get really, really tired,” “You don’t fight because you are small, cowardly little runts. You are a pathetic race, we Sangheili are superior, you-“ “Enough!” the Prophet called, silencing the labourers who were just about ready to leap at the Elite. “Noble Unggoy, you wish to have the same right as the Elites?” he asked. “Yes high one, but not just Grunts, all members of the Covenant should be treated equally, no matter what their race,” Wirnig replied. The Prophet rubbed his chin and turned to the Elite. “And you, Sangheili, what is it that you want?” “I want this Apartheid to continue, the segregation of races is essential! Superiors fight, inferiors work,” Onch replied, then meeting a loud, negative response from the Labourers. The Prophet raised his hand, quieting the crowd and continued rubbing his chin. The room was silent while the Prophet was in thought. He raised his head and extended his arms. “There is no change, the Apartheid remains,” “What!?” Wirnig spat. “This has been the way of the Covenant for centuries, we are not about to change such an ancient tradition,” the Prophet replied. “Wise decision, noble Prophet,” Onch said, bowing is head. “This not fair!” Wirnig roared, the Grunt population in the room, along with the Kig-Yars, stood from their seats and roared. “The Prophet turned in his chair and left the room, he being replaced by honour guards who came to quell the crowd. Grunts who stood up to the Elites were beaten and tossed back into the crowd. Many left the room, distraught by the results. Others left in a fit of rage.
Wirnig stood silently on the stand, his head lowered. The Elite looked at him and huffed. “Give it up, you will never be equal,”
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Post by Twisted Logic on Jul 12, 2009 15:38:32 GMT -5
Ujoda roared, unable contain his Rage, he lumbered at Top Speed at Onch, bellowing in the best Sangheili he could manage, "You think that we cannot all defend the Prophets? We will prove to you our Battleworthiness!" He was now a Bulldozer, powering at Full Speed, crushing everything in his Path, going right for the Elite.
No, Ujoda!" cried Gijula, "This is not the way, you will get yourselves killed!"
It was too late, the hulking Mgalekgolo couldn't have stopped if he had wanted to. He was dead five Meters before reaching Onch.
Now it was Gijula that was howling. "How dare you!" he screamed, "You shall rue the day you killed our Brother, Curs. I shall..." he was knocked out.
(OoC: the guards realized it would be a PR nightmare were both of them to die, the only reason that the first one was killed was that he was already charging the Elite Representative.)
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Post by Danny on Jul 12, 2009 19:39:19 GMT -5
"Disgusting," Onch sighed, looking down at the brightly coloured blood on his armour. The room was half empty, most Sangheili had left the room, and most Unggoy had been forced to leave.
Wirnig left the podium and hurried over to the dead Mgalekgolo. "Your sacrifice will be remembered," "It was stupidity that killed that nest of parasites," Onch growled, walking past the body and storming out of the room through the door the Prophet did. Wirnig was then taken by the arm by two guards and escorted out of the room.
Anma and Ryma were standing in shock. "This is going to get out of hand," Anma said, worried. "I agree, we should stay out of this," Ryma said. "What? No, we can't," Anma said, turning to him. "I support the Labourers, they deserve they same rights as us," Ryma turned to her in shock. "You best keep that to yourself," He then turned from her and began leaving the stalls.
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Post by Twisted Logic on Jul 12, 2009 20:07:16 GMT -5
(OoC: I'm waiting for one of the others to say something. It boring if it's two people back and forth.)
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Post by IndigoWolf on Jul 12, 2009 20:55:18 GMT -5
"How horrible!" gasped one of the priestesses looking out at the dead Hunter. "We should leave," said another. Eyra stood, "I am not leaving until that Prophet returns," she anounced loudly, "There are mose issues I wish to the attention of all. I demand to be heard! We squabble over the rights of other species while some Sangheili have fewer rights than the Kig-yar!" "Mistress, we need to leave, it can wait for another time," said Sshi, the other acolyte. Nayil looked over the edge of the box, trying to get a better view. She had never seen a real Hunter before, and while it's suddon charge and it's death had shocked her, she was still amazed by it.
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Post by IndigoWolf on Jul 12, 2009 22:02:44 GMT -5
(OoC: I don't think there would be any marines here. I'm pretty sure this thread is taking place many years before the Covenant encountered humans.)
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Post by Twisted Logic on Jul 12, 2009 22:26:10 GMT -5
Gijula woke up, hours later, to find himself in a detention cell. In the cell across from him, there was a pack of Kig-Yar with a wild look in their eyes to the left of them, a group of Unggoy. When he attempts to touch the shield, he felt a jet of pain shoot through every Lekgolo in his body. " Damn, we cannot help here. We should at least come to grips with our surroundings." he thought. "You, Unggoy? Where is this?" One of the Grunts looked around, questioningly, like he had heard something. "Over here, in the cell across and to the left. Yes, I know it's surprising to hear Mgalekgolo speak, we generally choose not to. Now, where are we?" growled Ati. (OoC: from now on, I'm going to refer to him by his Bond Name, it's easier to remember) He looks at Ati, "We're in a Prison on High Charity." "No Shit? How observant you are, you must be the wisest your kind. What part of the prison, O' Great One?" snapped the Mgalekgolo. "You are in the High Security Wing for Political Prisoners. Now, do not exhale, or however it is that your primitive species communicates, or I will be forced to reunite you with your Brother in the depths of Hell!" Groaned an Honor Guard patrolling the Block. (OoC: Oops! Thought it was during the war, just before the Brutes/Drones. Changed it.)
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Jul 13, 2009 0:24:53 GMT -5
Venn' Borames sat in his cell and heard hunter and the grunts conversation. (ooc he will be replaceing the deacon). He waited for the guard to finish his rounds. "what are you in for....it matters not with your help we can get out of here" said the War Lord. (ooc Prison break ) *** "bring me my sword and rifles..and the Ship Masters" whispered Ramo over the comn to a minor elite in his command. "it shall be done I shall bring them to you in stealth" said the minor. (ooc seeing as they stole most of there tech I think plasma rifles would be around and active camo like the Arbiters (wears off)). He was out raged at the out break of violence by the Hunter. "this proves why they do not deserve rights they are too barbaric" said Ramo aloud to the elites in his box who let out roars of approveal. (ooc yes ironic this statement as it could be used for brutes)
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Post by Twisted Logic on Jul 16, 2009 20:02:55 GMT -5
"What is it you need, honorable one? Although your race has betrayed us, we need all the assistance that we can obtain." rumbled Atu, "Our brother went into a frenzied rage after the hearing. The dis-Honor Guards murdered him and tranquilized us before we could even begin to exact our revenge!"
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Post by Ares on Jul 22, 2009 10:22:03 GMT -5
It had been hours. The slim Sangheili Aristocrat was sitting in his incredibly beautiful and luxurious apartment on High Charity. Kato was resting on an expensive couch that looked out onto his veranda with a landing pad large enough for a Phantom to land on comfortably. The blue-armored Elite pondered the implications of the potential rebellion, and turned slightly. He looked at Glibgub. The little Grunt was sitting in a corner, looking dejected. Kato stood up, and walked over to his personal aide, and kneeled down next to the Grunt.
He placed his hand on the little aliens shoulder. "What is wrong, Glibgub?"
The diminutive, wrinkly little alien looked up at his master, his black eyes expressive. "My people are enslaved. What else could go wrong?"
"Never ask that, Glib. Insted, ask what you can do to help it. It is what I am trying to do."
The Unngoy looked surprised. "But... but..."
Kato smiled. "I know. I sent you back here. But what I did was protest.... Strongly." The Elite sighed. "I was stripped of my status as an Honor Guard for that. I left my Honor Guard armor here, though, so they couldn't take it."
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