Vanguards of the Great Journey-Envoy of the Covenant
Posted By: Arbiter
Date: 2 December 2005, 12:54 pm
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Vanguards of the Great Journey
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Envoy of the Covenant
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Marked and Praised
The Arbiter withstood the shadows of the spiteful Disciples; standing with his praised Energy Sword aimed at the monsters. Bela 'Lehammee bounced his white blade in the air, closing his eyes with eagerness and might…
He was unafraid of death…
The Engineers in the fire-bound jails screeched deafeningly at the sight of the Elite. The fidgety aliens floated to their fire binds as a nearby Disciple discharged it's sabers into the confinement at the Engineer while it cowered in the dazzle.
"You will release them" The Arbiter threatened, holding his sword toward one of the monsters. "They are the Prophet's contrivers and your malice is befouling all they have struggled to create!"
'Lehammee tackled the mob of shadows and delved his weight into a blow, curving his arms and slicing through a Disciple. They moved with extraordinary strength, darkening beings, showing their jagged teeth to the Elite with a persisting fierceness.
The Elite fell to the onslaught; the wave of shadows hindering his movement completely. They blocked the slightest parry and moved like looming shadows as the Arbiter fought to regain strength.
'Lehammee depressed a strike to the head of a Disciple who had the cuff of his armor and it dropped in a staggering blast of the praised Elite. He fought to stand, swinging his sword back into the armor of another adversary.
The deft path opened and the Arbiter smoothly flipped backward forcing his arms upward in a strengthening grasp toward the Disciples. He landed in the shadows and the Disciples halted their charge.
"Your corruption will end this age!" 'Lehammee barked, clasping his Energy Sword with two hands.
The shadows backed away and the captive Engineers receded with them, their shrieking cries fading in the dark while the Disciple's pillars fired their kindles, sparking a glisten of energy at the Arbiter.
A single Forerunner beam hammered his side, the feeling of cold patched his wound and he gripped the Mark of Praise even tighter. The Disciple's pillars radiated another laser path and this time 'Lehammee was ready.
The Arbiter slashed at the beam and it sizzled in his Energy Sword with a victorious passion. The Elite's arm countered a round including an active spike to a lingering shadow behind him.
He beckoned the Disciple he stabbed and he heard a retort of a hoarse growl. "Die…"
"Die…"
"Die…"
"Die…"
All around him the ghastly whispers embraced his mind and the burning sounds owned his body with a frightening torment…
"Die…Die…"
The Arbiter dropped his sword and it evaporated in its hilt as he held his forehead with a gaping scream…
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"
In a flash of profound blue the Arbiter dropped in unconsciousness, the Mark of Praise seared in his mind, his last cling to life…
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The shrine materialized over the gravity lift with an instant boost and the Elite Masters hastily revealed them, striding swiftly through the corridors to the structure ahead.
Bela 'Lehammee tucked his oration inside his capped and cyan armor. The Elite Master allowed himself to breathe slowly, letting his mandibles tremble under the stress of the Council.
The immense field of the entrance hall upon the shrine extolled the Covenant's passion for the Forerunner's…
Every bulb of light, every shaft of plasma, every beautifying decoration was a likeness of the Great One's. Admiring these foundations, 'Lehammee found himself suddenly worried.
His admittance into the Council of Masters was hard enough, now he had to endure the Reception of the Spy which most of his brothers and sisters failed to enter. The Elite had to ensure his chances on being a Spy, by all means.
The speech…
'Lehammee rushed to scrape his reflections on the Spies:
Covert and loyal…
Reputable and Virtuous…
The council's words, not his…
'Lehammee intersected to the shrine with the group of Spy Hopefuls, all concentrating on their speeches in front of the ruthless council. 'Lehammee then managed a fake smile to a Delicate Elite striding by and he compacted his fear all in his head and walked onto the lighted rostrum below the hundreds of Council dais.
The Elite felt light but his legs felt dense as Forerunner steel…
"The Council of Masters recognizes Bela 'Lehammee" The Councilor directed.
The Council murmured before the Elite got a chance to move his mandibles…All whispering in hushed tones, until one spoke…
"Son of Elsa?"
"Yes, Loyal Councilors" 'Lehammee thanked every clique in his body for letting him speak without a stutter.
"Another 'Lehammee? Hmph, is he another oversight like his siblings or a legend like his father?" One Councilor in the shadows pointed at the rostrum.
"We will see, brother. Begin, Bela 'Lehammee, what is your motive in becoming a Spy?"
The Elite's mind flipped and his mandibles reacted: "The Council of Masters has been a allegiant part of the Covenant for ages and the Spy is another gracious opportunity to glorify your skills to the Great Ones." 'Lehammee stood straighter. "The Spies are…covert and loyal, skilled and honored, admired and praised like momentous Arbiters of the Covenant. I am proficient in this aspect and every respect the Spy has to commend"
He stopped and waited hearing once again nothing but whispers…
"Good" The Councilor stated.
'Lehammee sighed as the Council erupted in applause, his father would be proud…
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