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Humanity Remembers

Sapien Sunrise

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Ginger

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Joker fights to pick up the mic, his rage barely contained
"So far, the only goddamn thing you said that hasn't been speciest, hateful bullshit is that. Everything else has been either hate directed at those who weren't guilty of the crimes you are accusing them of, or just outright trash for no other reason then they are different from you. Our entire society is based on acceptance on things that cannot be helped. Before the War, racism plagued our people, but the War brought us together. Now, the war is over, and while the Covenant Bastards are still around, we have found a brotherhood based on Honor and Duty, as well as mutual respect. Even if their ways are different from most of ours, you forget the Way of the Samurai, the Way of the Viking, and the Way of the Warrior as a whole. We are all warriors to the core of our being, but we are not infallible. Many times in our own history, we have been lied to, mislead, and have committed atrocious acts, such as genocide, in the name of many things, but above all of them was Religion. Now tell me, what happened to those who commit those crimes? They were tried, and found guilty, and dealt with. As is our ways. As is their own. In our own history, we have seen men and women who have been mislead also be shown the error of their ways, and find grace in the correction of their own actions. Such is our way. Such is theirs. To judge them is to judge our own peoples, to damn them is to damn ourselves.

"You asked where we were, were I was, during the fall of Reach, I speak the truth when I say I was at the goddamn epicenter of it. I was on a lifeboat out of the maw of hell itself, alone. My own mother, Private First Class Margaret Rosanne Strickland, was guarding the boats as the Covenant onslaught came. She fought without knowledge of where I was, where my father was, where my brother was, without a promise of her own safety, and without restraint to make sure very goddamn man woman and child behind her made it out safe. I saw her death, as clearly as I see the mic in front of me as I say this even now. A Covvie sword-bearer came bearing down on her position, her squad dead or dying around her. She had discarded her rifle after emptying on him, drawing her knife and sidearm, and he came down on her. She had managed to sidestep the initial lunge, it slicing across her chest and ripping through her chest harness. She dug her knife into that fuckers neck, and he, well, he backhanded her straight into a wall, visibly knocking the wind out of her and off her feet." Joker's voice begins to give slightly, the tell-tale signs of grief coming through his voice. "Yet she rose, mag-dumping her sidearm into him until it clicked empty. When it clicked empty she discarded that too, and brought her hands up. He paused, removed the knife from his neck, his alien blood splattering the wall with purple. he then lunged, and had-"

Joker is heard choking back on his words, followed by a deep breath. His voice now steady and sure

"-Had cut her from the conjunction of her neck and left shoulder, down her rib-cage and out by her right hip. As her head lolled back, eyes dead and slack-jawed, her torso slid into two. The damned 'bearer had stood until her body gave out, its own commands being severed, and fell to the dust as well, having won the fight. Then the ship had taken off, throwing me off my feet, and I never saw her face again. I laid there and cried for hours. To this day, the image of her steel-blue, intense eyes that had once lived with such fire, is now stained with that image of them dead and cold, like the metal of the same name. She died, not knowing she had saved my own life. And I know for a fact she'd do it again without hesitation, because if it wasn't me she saved, it was somebody else's child. I was 9. As so many others, I have no idea what came of my father. My brother and I were separated at the refugee camp. I do not even know where he is, if he still alive.

"All of my life, I was told to hate and kill those damned Covenant, calling them all Squid and Split-jaw, just as you are. But age has taught me that not all sides are apparent, and that was made clear when the Covenant's lie was revealed. How is it when I have lost so much to them, I could forgive them? Because, when the Covenant had thrown away their own, like one would throw away a broken tool, and the SoS had allied with the UNSC, it was apparent that even those among the SoS who had participated in that very same Genocide, now knew the errors of their ways, and sought to correct, to rectify, to die in the attempt for forgiveness that they did not ask for. They simply did what was right, and those who were innocent did the right thing without question. Not because they were told to, but because they, too, felt the weight of their predecessors actions, and too sought forgiveness. Fuck, for all I know, they may be all fueled by revenge, looking only to destroy those who had lied to them. Their motives are their own. Their actions, however are clear as day, clear as your ignorance, and as clear as the words as I speak them. They speak of the same goal we seek.

"And actions alone speak loudest"

*The mic feed cuts out*
 
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