Vestige 10 - FortitudeVestige 10 - Fortitude in Scraps More Like This
The Covenant city of Sanctum was growing busy. News traveled that its most famed Sangheili War Academy would be hosting its Ascendant Ceremonies soon. Commerce bustled as merchants sought to cash in on the growing number of visitors who came to see immediate and distant family members graduate and place in their class. Hovercraft filled the streets, stores opened their doors and booths wiggled into every available avenue as the markets burst with life. Extended families swelled and chatted with each other as a whole generation of young warriors stifled their excitement in anticipation of becoming full soldiers of the Covenant. The air reeked of promise and good fortune, the years of countless youths spent in preparation.
Yazo 'Siiqomee was only one of many top officials who would stalk this world until the Ceremonies were through and the graduates had all been placed in appropriate duties. Unused to having so much free t
Vestige 09 - FrictionVestige 09 - Friction in Scraps More Like This
Almost Steady floated toward the last Spirit-class drop ship docked in Sanctum's central hangar bay. The Huragok's presence was barely noticed by the group of Unggoy mechanics chatting around one of the push-carts used to ferry bits of equipment from station to station. No offense was taken, as the Engineer didn't take notice of the Unggoy at all.
The mysterious creature had spotted a small fracture in the Spirit's metal plating and so it was without question or even conscious thought that Almost Steady emitted a small bleat from one of its air sacs as it sailed over to the drop ships right fork. One of its main tentacles probed at the eyesore in curiosity before the end of the appendage sprouted into thread-like cilia and began to go to work. The tiny strands of Huragok biology easily interfaced with the Spirit's casing, reading the innumerable fibers of material and metal that had been crafted into the protective sheets.
Vestige 05 - EmergenceVestige 05 - Emergence in Scraps More Like This
It HAD to be soon. It would be ridiculous to wait any longer.
"You anticipate it too much," Leas intoned from her position on one of the garden benches.
"I just have this feeling," Icca murmured. She was stretched out over the soil, tugging a leg over her head and testing the tightness of the muscles.
"It was a little strange for them to give us our trophies so late," Jha'a put in, looking down to her new arm guard. She was seated beside Leas, twirling a tiny honsai blossom in her hand.
Leas suddenly yawned and stood, careful not to get her train caught on the bench like every other time she sat down. "Maybe so, but it's useless to try and predict it. Just like the first Trial, this next one will be just as unexpected."
"So you haven't gotten any details from Lady Lisan?" Icca inquired, swiveling to look up at her companion. She moved on to the next leg.
Leas shot her friend a dirty look as she rubbed at th
Vestige 02 - Sacred HallsVestige 02 - Sacred Halls in Scraps More Like This
The halls of the Covenant cruiser mystified her as Icca walked through them, studying every minute detail and passing warrior.
Technically she and the twenty-two other Sanctus-bound Sangheili aboard weren't supposed to be out of the civilian quarters, but apparently the Ship Master felt secure enough to let them roam free - with escorts, of course. And even with the intended limitations raised, there were still areas banned from them, such as all troop-heavy sectors.
Icca peeped up at the tall warrior beside her for perhaps the umpteenth time. He made no indication that he noticed her frequent glances; judging by his armor and bearing Icca knew him to be a minor, still in training himself. This made her feel more comfortable, if also a bit annoyed at the constant shadow.
My father was in a cruiser like this, she thought, unable to help but feel a touch of pride.
"It's so large," a voice piped up from behind her. Icca swiveled her head
Vestige 11 - FamiliarVestige 11 - Familiar in Scraps More Like This
Yazo kept Uli close to his side as he made his way through the bustling bodies of the Ascendant Ceremony. He imagined, as a youth first entering the Sangheili forces, there was much reason to celebrate and little reason to hesitate. The same beats that pulsed through their younger bodies also pulsed through his, but as it traveled through sinewy muscle and old scar tissue the carefree notes lost their fervor. Somewhere out there Juka 'Baesmadee was enjoying himself, and Yazo had a sneaking suspicion that one Tulkas 'X'dakree was also in the midst of it. It was nearly impossible to have any event that involved intoxicants and not have the hulking Spec Ops Minor wheedle his way in.
The smallest adjustment against his upper arm brought his attention around to Uli. The Sangheili milling about them in the background were nothing but colorful long-necked blurs as he focused on her face.
Her eyes met his. "Commander, you did no
Vestige 04 - EncounterVestige 04 - Encounter in Scraps More Like This
Twenty-eight. And an average of six days.
"Two days!" Leas cheerfully exclaimed over their early breakfast. "Even the High Ambassador seemed a little surprised at how little time it took me." The shorter Sangheili dug her utensil deeper into her bowl of sdhipri, unable to contain her glow. "At first I was worried he wouldn't believe me. I hear his Excellency 'Hitolann can detect liars through divine means!"
The two young Sangheili were seated on the second floor of the private sector of the Temple. It was an open area with no walls, only ornate stone columns that supported the Temple crest overhead. As such, the view was magnificent; any Sangheili standing toward the balconies had an excellent view of the city of Sanctum, including the bazaar, most of the Temple grounds and the outdoor festival site. It was quite easily Icca's favorite place to be, and she had encouraged Leas to begin eating breakfast with
Vestige 03 - PriestVestige 03 - Priest in Scraps More Like This
Icca nearly stumbled as she was led down the unfamiliar halls of Sanctus. She had no idea where she was, as she had never been inside the Temple - much less personal quarters - before. In fact, despite the sleep that clung to her thoughts, she was beginning to think her Priestess escort was attempting to confuse her on purpose.
We just passed that corner a few minutes ago, Icca observed, suspicion growing heavy within her. Moonlight streaked across the vacant floors, the only noise being that which accompanied their hurried footfalls (and the slight drag of Icca's.)
"What's going on?" Icca demanded again, torn between practicing respect and practicing offense. She had, after all, been woken in the middle of the night after an exceedingly long day of transport and ceremony. She could be allowed a bit of snappiness.
"You are being tested," the Priestess responded between longer strides. "It is tradition.
Vestige 07 - WarriorVestige 07 - Warrior in Scraps More Like This
Hunting was a complex art.
Icca crept forward, her thin body melding against the outcropping of rock. The small mammal she was stalking paused and sniffed the air before resuming its sunbathing, the back of its hide twitching against the lighting of small insects. The Sangheili worked her mandibles together in anticipation, slowly sliding her frame forward at an angle. The rodent froze again and looked up - instinctively suspicious. Icca did not blink and instead controlled her breathing, utilizing techniques they had been taught during their training. She'd tied her skirts around her thin hips so the material did not snag on anything, allowing her bare legs and skin to blend against the foliage. After a few minutes of study the rodent finally lost interest and turned -
She struck. The tip of the makeshift spear swept clean through its skull, killing the mammal instantly. The young Sangh
Vestige 06 - BlindVestige 06 - Blind in Scraps More Like This
The coming dawn held a sense of dread for the young Sangheili; it had been difficult to sleep, and the sleep itself - once obtained - had been fitful. Though devoid of all dream, there was an ever lingering aura that seemed to permeate every recess of her mind even through the darkness.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow our next Trial begins.
Either way, her situation was not something she could change, and that gave her a strange (if bitter) solace. She had every intention of being bright-eyed and awake with the dawn... much like a warrior, prepared for anything at a moment's notice.
"Icca, wake up!"
The young Sangheili mumbled something in her sleep, her mandibles fluttering as she attempted to roll onto her side.
"Try hitting her with something."
"I've tried that already!"
Icca's mind danced on the verge of sleep, reluctant to emerge into the light of consciousness. She sighed, bringing her jointed knees up to her chest in an instinctive cu