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The War of the Seriachs (Part I, Prologue)
Posted By: iSoMnIa<sjp0131@hotmail.com>
Date: 24 September 2004, 12:01 AM
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Part I, Prologue
The Covenant Cruiser, Ramadan, accelerated into the Heriachs system in the Covenant inner empire. Hundreds and Thousands of Covenant warships patrolled the High Charity, and any rock larger than a cenimeter that entered the atmosphere of this planatoid dominating the Heavens, would be targeted, and vaporized.
Authorization Codes were updated hourly, and if any ship hesistated to give this code that usually exceeded 22 Prescillions for a Pycosecond, would also meet utter destruction.
The cruiser approached the palanatoid, and gave the authorization code, and was admitted. The Ramadan accelerated towards this place illuminated by the bluish glow of scores of Covenant warships that make this indestructible network. Ramadan docked at a space antigrav dock, and petruded a Grav lift downward towards the planet. A single figure and a Ghost was lowered down to the planet.
Omnamamee was a Superior Elite, serving as an Imperial Elite Guard on this planet for almost 10 Units and was known as "The Overseer of the Covenant Forces" because the Prophets thought that this Elite's ability and intellegence that would allow it to take on a pack of Hunters, or a Squadron of Brutes could mean superiorosity for the Covenant forces with his intellegence, and that he would take orders from no one except 2 Prophets, The Prophet of Ceremony and the Overuling High Prophet of Truth and instead give the orders.
Omnamamee also had a squad of Covenant trained to an extreme, and wore a unique Black/Red armor instead of the usual White or Shining Blue that standard speacial ops wore. His Ops squad is able to penetrate any Covenant force on the ground, and have never lost. This was such an importance to the Prophets that his squad is nicknamed "The Guardians of Encrfaidious".
The figure, Omnamamee stepped on to the gorund with his Highly polished and shined Black armor with a Red glowing Emblem* on the back. He promptly piloted the ghost he took with him, and Drove towards the streets that were littered with Crack Covenant soilders, and shipyards were seen in the distance.
Omnamamee arrived at the Temple of Ceremony, and promptly fell to one knee. Inside the Prophet of Ceremony,covered in a Black/Silver robe sitting on a levetation platform, hovering a meter off the shining, stainless floor that made this holy place, and twitched his claw, the signal for the door to open. The doors abruptly opened, and the Prophet spoke. "Rise Omnamamee, Overseer of all but the gods and his legions, and report."
Omnamamee abruptly stood up, and strode towards the Prophet, just 5 units away, and fell to one knee once again. "Your magnifecence, I have abrupt news for you. A conflict has occured just south of the Seriachs system, on a planet uncharted. The Covenant frigate Muta'al has been taken by an unknown force, before it was self-destructed. We estimate the whole ship and crew was lost." Bowing his head even lower. "A pity. Go on, tell me what this infedel is." the Prophet replied.
Omnamamee spoke again. "The Engineers took a holographic look at this ship and what species took it." Omnamamee took a silver orb from his hand and it floated in midair, projecting an image of a fierce alien that was on all fours and had razor sharp teeth and claws that looked like they could rip anything apart.
"This is a pestilence, no civilization except living on this planet. I am glad you brought this to my attention overseer." The prophet replied in a harsh voice. "Yes your greatness. The Engineers say we may have to stop the destruction of the human race because the aliens are so powerful.They are more of an Infedel than any human. A filth that needs to be wiped clean from our prestigious universe."
Omnamamee replied in a sharp voice. "Also, before the ship was destroyed, another ship appeared out of using a cloaking system like our active camoflauge. Evidence reveals that these "Predators" as they call it, are very smart, and are more valuable than any Alien. They are even more of a heresy though, since they kill for mere sport, and for no reason. Reports say that the human race has been killed off some by these warriors. They appear to have technology close to ours, although they do not use it wisley. I beleive we should eliminate both of these forces before they cause more problems for our crusade. That is all I have for you, majestic one."
The prophet inhaled, and gave a rasping sigh. "This seems to be more of a problem than the human ra-" The prophet was cut off in mid sentence.
Omnamamee looked up in alarm, with one hand on his silver plasma pistol. "Very well then my lord." The Prophet returned to attention. "The gods have spoken to me, and have said we may spare the human race 2 weeks, no more, to get rid of these Alien and Predator pestilences. Get every battle ready ship to meet at the Ala' al din. We will destroy and glass this race to add to our hegemony. Kill all of these aliens, and predators. If you do not prevail, your punishment will meet the magnitude of your uncomptent failure." Omnamamee replied deligently "I understand. I will."
To be continued...
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