Halo: The Atlas
Prologue
Supercarrier Honorable Demise in orbit of world Exalted Pride 9th Age of Reclamation
Councilor Sora 'Vran Rumilee walked towards his personal quarters to meet with the Prophet of Truth. He was just rewarded for his actions on glassing his hundredth human world. His armor was now donned with golden forerunner glyphs. This further ornamented his already ornate Councilor armor. But he did detest the ridiculous customary helmets those of his rank were forced to wear.
'I cannot wait to take this wretched thing off' he thought'. He stood in front of his quarters and submitted the proper authorization codes.
"Honor Guards do not let anyone enter this room. Station naval security throughout all hallways leading to this area, kill any who attempt to come near" Sora said briskly.
"Yes excellency," the Honor Guards said in unison. They ordered the Naval guards donning purple assault armor to guard the hallways while the Honor Guards took sentry positions outside the door.
As Councilor Sora walked in his room he took off the helmet and put it on the desk. He sat in the a Gravity Throne which was similar to the ones used by prophets but stripped down and built for a Sangheli.
"Ah, Councilor 'Rumilee," three creatures with a Serpentine necks and a thin and frail bodies spoke. Their massive bulging eyes stared at him through a holographic projection.
"Noble Hierarchs," he bowed instantly, " I was told I was meeting only the Noble Prophet of Truth but it is an Honor above all to be in the presence of all three."
"You may dispense with the pleasantries, Councilor," spoke the youngest of the three. Although honorable the Prophet of Regret was young and rash unlike the other two. Although the lowest Hierarch he still outranked him by a full level. "We have a mission for you."
"Do not be so quick to judgment, young one," the oldest of the three; the Prophet of Mercy said. "Forgive him Councilor young Regret often speaks out of term."
"Do not speak to me like some child you old fool, for I..." Regret was interrupted.
"Hold your tongue, Regret" the Leader of the Covenant spoke in a calm rational voice. "For it is my brother Mercy who saves you from a public humiliation every time you fail. Now Councilor I am sorry you had to hear that...display, Regret often forgets his place. Now to get back on target we have great news. The Holy Atlas has been found. As you know with the Atlas we would know the exact coordinates of sacred sight in the galaxy. Including the Sacred rings we are assigning you to the military capture of this world, there is a large Human colony there."
"Yes, excellency, Prophets will be done," the Councilor said honorably.
"Oh, and Councilor I am sending the, Prophet Councilor and two supporting Legates to supervise the uncovering of this sacred sight, you will have full control of this op but the Prophet will advise you on the religious aspect," the Prophet of Truth said.
"Yes, excellency, thank you excellency," Sora said respectfully. He headed to the bridge of his personal Supercarrier and awaited the Prophets arrival