The PM speeks again…

Alright…I decided to mod something again, this time it’s the transcript of Halo 2, The Arbiter. It is the scene where the prophets of Truth and Mercy commission the Arbiter…into the Arbiter lawls. So please read the original version
 

TRUTH:

The Council decided to have you hung by your entrails and your corpse paraded through the city. But, ultimately, the terms of your execution are up to me.

ELITE COMMANDER:

I am already dead.

TRUTH:

Indeed. Do you know where we are?

ELITE COMMANDER:

The Mausoleum of the Arbiter.

TRUTH:

Quite so. Here rests the vanguard of the Great Journey. Every Arbiter, from first to last. Each one created and consumed in times of extraordinary crisis.

MERCY:

The Taming of the Hunters, the Grunt Rebellion . . . Were it not for the Arbiters, the Covenant would have broken long ago!

ELITE COMMANDER:

Even on my knees I do not belong in their presence.

TRUTH:

Halo’s destruction was your error, and you rightly bear the blame. But the Council was . . . overzealous. We know you are no heretic. This is the true face of heresy, one who would subvert our faith and incite rebellion against the High Council.

Truth presses a button on his chair, and a miniature hologram of an Elite in different equipment appears.

HERETIC LEADER:

Our Prophets are false! Open your eyes, my brothers! They would use the faith of our Forefathers to bring ruin to us all! The Great Journey is-

Truth cuts off the hologram.

TRUTH:

This heretic, and those who follow him, must be silenced.

MERCY:

Their slander offends all who walk the Path.

ELITE COMMANDER:

What use am I? I can no longer command ships, lead troops into battle-

TRUTH:

Not as you are. But become the Arbiter . . . And you shall be set loose against this heresy, with our blessing.

A large container pod floats into the center of the room, opening to reveal a suit of ancient armor surrounded by white light. The Elite stares at this for a moment, before turning back to Truth.

ELITE COMMANDER:

What of the Council?

MERCY:

The tasks you must undertake as the Arbiter are perilous, suicidal. You will die, as each Arbiter has before you. The Council will have their corpse.

The Elite rises, and walks toward the armor. He pauses before it, and looks to the pods containing the corpses of the Arbiters who fell before him. He reaches up and takes the helmet of the Arbiter, and places it upon his head, then looks to the Hierarchs.

ARBITER:

What would you have your Arbiter do?

 

 

Now read the edited version and what Corporal PM would say…

MOEM 1:

The Council decided to have you drown by your entrails and your balloon paraded through the city. But, ultimately, the terms of your execution are up to me.

PM:

I am already buoyant.

MOEM 1:

Indeed. Do you know where we are?

PM:

The General office.

MOEM 1:

Quite so. Here rests the vanguard of the Great Heresy. Every P, from first to last. Each one created and consumed in times of extraordinary jubilation.

MOEM 2:

The Taming of the students, the SC Rebellion . . . Were it not for the Ps, the VJ would have broken long ago!

PM:

Even on my belly I do not belong in their presence.

MOEM 1:

The day of Jubilation was your predecessor’s  error, and you souldn’t bear the blame. But the Council was . . . overzealous. We know you are no heretic. This is the true face of heresy, one who would subvert our faith and incite rebellion against the High Council.

Moem 1 presses a button on his chair, and a miniature hologram of a student in different equipment appears.

HERETIC LEADER:

Our Ps are false! Open your eyes, my brothers! They would use the faith of our Forefathers to bring ruin to us all! The day of Jubilation is-

MOEM 1 cuts off the hologram.

MOEM 1:

This heretic, and those who follow him, must be silenced.

MOEM 2:

Their jubilation offends all who walk the Path.

PM:

What use am I? I can’t command schools or lead students to their deaths *cough I mean A levels

MOEM:

Not as you are. But become the Corporal . . . And you shall be set loose against this heresy, with our blessing.

A large container pod floats into the center of the room, opening to reveal a XXL white shirt and size 50 black long pants surrounded by white light. PM stares at this for a moment, before turning back to MOEM 1.

PM:

What of the Council?

MERCY:

The tasks you must undertake as the PM are perilous, suicidal. You will die, as each PM has before you. The Council will have their corpse.

The PM rises, and walks toward the suit. He pauses before it, and looks to the pods containing the corpses of the PMs who fell before him. He reaches up and takes the shirt of the PM, and places it upon his stomach, then looks to the Ministers.

PM:

What would you have your Arbiter do?

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One comment on “The PM speeks again…

  1. Keith says:

    LOL
     

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