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The Journey Part 3 Security Measures
Posted By: monitor101<wasup1989@hotmail.com>
Date: 29 January 2005, 8:09 PM
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Part 3: Security Measures
(September 21, 2552, Ninth Age of Reclamation, 300,000,000 million miles away from solar system, Covenant battle fleet Unsettling Silence, Covenant Holy City "Divine Grace, Sanctum of the Hierarchs)
'Unamee watched from the Phantom's viewport as 1000 ships entered Second space (slipspace) in waves of purple and disappeared. He sighed and looked away. On the ground in a container was Orsomnee's head. 'Unamee was glad he had slain the heretic mole and now he would present the head before the Hierarchs. He looked ahead to the oncoming planetoid Divine Grace.
Fully suited in his red and yellow armor 'Unamee walked down a hallway with the container in hand, he stopped at the double doors. Two Brutes wearing red and yellow armor stood guard. 'Unamee looked at both of them and then entered the next room. Along the walls were Brutes in the red and yellow armor of the Honor Guards, they wore the headpieces in the shape of twin pillars as well. He walked up to the double doors of the Holy Chamber and was about to enter when the Brutes on the sides of the doors put their long spears in his way.
"Let me through, I have business with Hierarchs," 'Unamee demanded, annoyed by this.
"What business do you have with the Hierarchs?! What is in container?" one of the Brutes demanded in a deep voice.
'Unamee stared at the Brute for three seconds then opened the container and showed him the head. The Brutes growled and they moved their spears. 'Unamee entered.
As he walked the Brute guard along the wall stared at him as he walked up to the Prophets. He stopped before the raised platform upon where they sat in their antigravity daises. Attarus stood next to him and made a cold look as he bowed and set the container down. 'Unamee couldn't help but notice that Attarus was wearing the red and yellow armor with a black cape and a flag with the sign of the Brutes jutting from his shoulders.
"Great Prophets of Magnificence and Sorrow, I have brought the head of the mole 'Orsomnee," he opened the container and picked up the bloody head for them to see.
"Indeed, it is the heretic assassin, excellent work 'Unamee," Magnificence said.
"Great ones, where are the Honor Guards?"
"Ah yes, so you have noticed that we have changed security. The High Prophet of Regret was killed on the new Halo. The demon killed him," Sorrow said.
"But how did the demon get passed the Honor Guards?" 'Unamee asked in disbelief...a Hierarch had been killed.
"Apparently this demon is far stronger than we expected. And this is obviously shows that the Elites even here cannot protect us."
"But, we have always been your protectors. The demon is on the other side of the galaxy.
Such a chance of you dying is phenomenal, You're Grace!" 'Unamee said, his voice full of confusion.
"As you are leader of the Honor Guards of Divine Grace I can understand your concern. However, this issue will no longer be discussed. Attarus will take your position as leader of the Honor Guards," Magnificence said.
"Great one, with all do respect the Brutes are a very unpredictable race."
"I resent that!" Attarus growled in a tone that signified obvious anger.
"I SAID THIS ISSUE WILL NO LONGER BE DISCUSSED!" Magnificence shouted, his voice boomed and echoed throughout the confines of the massive chamber. "Mind your words, both of you."
"My apologies, Holy One...what duties shall I be reassigned to?" 'Unamee asked.
"You will take part in a special project that you shall learn about soon. The Hierarchs safety is Attarus's concern now."
Attarus stepped closer to 'Unamee and held out his hand. 'Unamee stared into his black eyes, a smile creased Attarus's lips. 'Unamee removed his helmet that had the twin pillars and handed it to Attarus. Still smiling Attarus took the helmet and set it on his head.
"Now go Ona 'Unamee. You will begin your new duty next cycle. Get a decent meal and some rest...you have been through much today," Magnificence said, 'Unamee thought he hinted a tone of caring within the Prophets croaky and normally unemotional voice.
"Yes High Priest," he bowed and left the chamber.
Attarus watched as he left and looked at the High Priest. "He has questioned the great Hierarchs judgment and decisions...such acts are heresy. Shall I rid the Council of his incompetence?"
"No, he remains loyal even after his precious Honor Guard Elites have been replaced with Brutes. The only ones who are even close to heresy are the Elites who are threatening to resign from the Council. They are the ones we should be thinking about ridding us of."
"Yes, Great One!"
'Unamee walked down a hallway and entered on of several massive shuttle bays. He needed time to think and he always came to the shuttle bay to do so. He watched from a viewport as ship after ship passed by. Most the ships of Unsettling Silence had jumped to the new Halo to accompany High Charity. Now only two hundred remained here but more ships arrived every hour. 'Unamee watched as ships two kilometers long passed by and docked with Divine Grace and little Seraphs, Phantoms, and Banshees passed on patrol around the station.
The sounds of the shuttle bay were loud and drowned out most other quieter noises but one particular sound within earshot of 'Unamee caught his attention...the click-clack of and Elite stepping towards him. 'Unamee turned to face an Elite clad in jet black armor. The Elite wore a triangular headpiece and had a plasma rifle clipped to its belt.
"Excellency," 'Unamee said and saluted the higher ranking Elite.
"Ona 'Unamee, what business brings such a high ranking Elite to a simple shuttle bay? Divine Grace has many such places?"
"Just thinking over recent events, Excellency," 'Unamee said to the member of the High Council.
"An outrage! We Elites have been the protectors of the Hierarchs since the beginning of the Covenant! The demon killed one of the Prophets— yes a tragedy— but light years away. These security changes are pointless. The Brutes are an incompetent race with no experience in the holy traditions of the Covenant. They are unworthy protectors. I am sorry for your loss as you were the Honor Guards leader," Ada 'Rolomee said.
"Excellency, have members of the Council threatened to resign?" 'Unamee asked.
"Yes, I am one of them. This change of power has caused a severe uproar within the Council. I think that this matter is worse then we know," 'Rolomee said, hints of concern and slight anger touched his voice.
"It seems to have become a more political dispute rather than just a decision made by the Hierarchs," 'Unamee added.
"Indeed it is. The Brutes do not deserve such a high honor as holy protectors. Their unthinking potential of violence and over grown egos has created concern even among the lower classes. I do not know why many Grunts and Jackals grow unfavorable of Brutes, but there is rising tension between the species. The Hunters are intimidated by the Brutes' strength. There are also talks of anarchy." 'Rolomee stepped closer to 'Unamee so only he was within earshot. "A revolution against the Prophets," with that 'Rolomee spun on his heel and left 'Unamee.
To Be Continued...
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