Sithoroid

I've been very busy so I havent been able to write alot about Ezkiel. So hear we go to part 3. FLASH! All I could see was a very bright light and a sign right above me saying that I was in the ships med bay. I could hear sounds of the beeping machines, some moans, and commands being shouted out. I had to stay in there for three days and then I was released after a few tests. the explosion destroyed my armour gave me severe burns and a lot of shrapnol which had to be removed by engineers centimeters away from my vitals. As soon as I was ready to leave and go back to work I was summoned to go to High charity to speak with the profits. I then w

Ezkiel's past part two. I will be making all of these into deviations too i just haven't done it yet so lets get started.   I was in shock as I hit the floor my armor making beebing noises ment my sheilds were down.  I looked up to see my dad battle the destructive being.  I couldn't move as i watched my father be slain right in front of me.He didnt look suprised as the killer stabed him through sith his own sword, he looked peacful and looked at me with a smile then his eyes shut as he hit the floor never to open again.  I felt my body tremble with rage as I got up and activated my sword.  This demon turned around still holding my fathers

I am going to start writing about an elite (halo) for awhile its his past before he becamepart of a spatan group me my sister and my friends made. On the blood of our fathers, on the blood of our sons... We swore to up hold the covenant. (—Rtas 'Vadumee) Thats the line we were told to memorize as we were assigned into our squads.As a son of a sword master I was entitled to a sword all my own. I was also lucky enough to keep my name Ezkiel. Since my father was a sword master they thought his traits would make me a strong honer guard swordsman, I guess they were right. I was top in all my courses of training. When i got out of training th