Hey again everyone, Atrolus here with the next chapter of Halo:Cataclysm's Contender. I would apologize for the incredibly long break between postings but, I won't. Because chances are that it will happen again and I'll have to apologize all over again.
Anyway Back to Business!
Chapter 4 is finished! But before you start reading you need to know a few things first. Like last chapter I have more Elite characters joining the cast and you the reader needs to know how to "read" their names the way I do. But don't worry it's easy!
Alright here they are.
Ownla 'Oimatee (Oy-mot-tee)
Rysh (Ra-eye-Sh) 'Adumee (A-doom-ee)
Vish (Like fish but put a V in place of the f) (and no that is not how I came up with the name.) 'Ahcoree (Ah-core-ee)
Ewsh (Eu-sh) 'Lusadee (Loose-a-dee)
Okay, now that you know how to read the names you should have no problem with the rest of the chapter.
Halo: Cataclysm's Contender
(Chapter 4) Visions of Change (Part Two)
Second Cycle, 005 Units (Covenant Battle Calendar) \
Covenant Super Carrier, Divine Victory; Flag ship of the Fleet of Transcendent Reconstruction; Flag ship of the Prophet of Ambition; En route to the newly discovered Forerunner Artifact,
Iash opened his eyes and found that he was running toward something. He was confused. In his right hand was a blue energy sword and in his left hand was a red energy sword. "What was he running toward, and why did he have a red energy sword?" He thought to himself. "The Prophets only allowed the mightiest, most skilled Sangheili Warriors to wield such weapons; why did he have one?" He asked himself again.
It was now that the object Iash was running toward came into focus. He was rushing toward another Sangheili warrior. However, the Sangheili coming at him looked like no warrior he had ever seen before. This warrior was massive, undoubtedly powerful and fierce. He wore the armor that was accustomed to only Zealot ranked Elites. Its colors were black and gold. The Zealot's face was hidden behind a black combat visor that connected seamlessly with the armor's head piece. And in his hands were identical red energy swords.
"Why are we fighting one another?" Iash tried to ask the other Elite but no words came from his mouth. "Whats is the meaning of this?" Iash tried to ask again, but still no words could be heard.
The lack of speech angered Iash, he had no other way to communicate, except to fight! And that's what he was going to do. However, when he went to move his arms to defend himself, he found that he was unable to do so. This changed his anger into panic. This made no sense to him, nothing was making sense! He couldn't speak or move his arms. His legs were the only part of him that were moving. And when he tried to stop them; they didn't respond either. There was nothing that Iash could do, except watch as he and this unknown warrior came within striking distance.
Once they had reached this point the unknown Elite did something that Iash had never expected. In what seemed like slow motion, to Iash, the Warrior used Iash' left thigh as a spring board; allowing him enough height to execute his attack! Once in the air the Zealot flipped backward; kicking Iash face upward. While still in the rotation, he brought up his right sword; and slashed vertically up Iash chest plate; sending a lightning bolt of pain up his left side.
However, the warrior didn't stop there. Once he completed the flip and landed on his feet; the Zealot sprang forward and thrust his red blade's into Iash chest, lighting it on fire with pain! The Zealot was still not finished with this fight. For after he impaled Iash; he ran forward with his enemy before him. The running continued until Iash was slammed into a wall and pinned up off the ground by the energy blades. The masked Elite finished his assault by twisting the swords that he had embedded, thus increasing the pain of the wound a hundred fold...
Iash opened his eyes and sat up gasping for breath. He did a quick survey of his surroundings and realized that he was in his quarters sitting on his anti-grav bed. He heaved a sigh of relief as he turned and kicked his legs off the bed. His relief was short lived however. Because as he sat there thinking about the nightmare and how real it had been; he placed his left hand on his chest plate where he had been cut during the masked Elites attack. Iash was chilled to the core. On his chest plate was a long vertical slash mark from the unknown warrior's assault.
"Impossible!" Iash said under his breath as he got up and walked to the control panel on the wall. He pressed a symbol on the pad with his right hand, increasing the amount of lighting in his chamber. He then stepped to the side to inspect his damaged armor in the reflection of one of the violet colored alloy panels that lined his room's interior. "This is not possible, it was only a dream!" Iash growled to himself as he stared in disbelief.
"Oh, but it is possible!" Came a sinister voice, "And it happened, I saw it myself."
Iash spun around in the direction of the voice. "If you have any honor, you will show yourself!" He ordered.
"As you wish!" Came a dark response.
At the opposite end of Iash quarters appeared a tall cloaked figure. "What are you?" Asked Iash. "What is the meaning of this?" he demanded.
"I am Cerberus." Said the cloaked figure as it gestured to itself. "I am a powerful servant of the Prophet of Ambition! I am not of your world. The body you see before you be only a tool, just as I am!"
"A construct," Iash mumbled in disbelief, "What is the meaning of this!" He demanded again,"How am I still alive? I know I was impaled." He said as he ran his hands over his chest plate feeling for the puncture holes. None were found. The only damage to his armor was the vertical slash on his chest plate.
"Unfortunately," Started Cerberus in a dark manner, "You will have to consult with the Champion about this matter." He paused a moment and let the title held by his masters mightiest warrior sink in, before he continued. "After all He was the one who defeated you in battle."
Iash ignored Cerberus jibe, "If you are here to rub salt in the wound that was my defeat, then you're wasting your breath... Now, if you're finished, leave me be, I have much contemplation to do." Iash said in a low yet commandingly powerful tone as he turned around and stared at his reflection again.
"As you wish," Replied the irksome AI. "However, my business here is not yet complete." Said Cerberus as he carefully watched the irritated Sangheili before him. "Indeed, the true purpose of my being here is to deliver to you a message."
"A message, from whom?" Asked Iash in a low tone as he looked at the construct's cloaked appearance in the panel's reflection.
"The message," Stated Cerberus, "Is from the Holy Prophet of Ambition. He has requested your presence in his War chamber."
"Is that all the message says?" Iash probed, "Or is there more?"
"Indeed there is more," Answered Cerberus in a stale voice. "The Prophet has requested that you leave any weapons you may have, in your quarters; you will no longer need them."
"So be it!" Replied Iash without a second thought, "I will not keep the Noble Hierarch waiting. Inform him that I will be in his presence soon!" Said Iash as he looked over his shoulder at Cerberus. The AI made no verbal reply he only bowed and disappeared.
"How did this happen?" Iash thought to himself as he looked at his reflection once more. The damaged chest plate instantly drawing his gaze. Iash said nothing. He only shook his head and sighed in disappointment as he reached for the room's controls and shut off the interior lighting and then left his quarters.
His journey to the Prophets War Chamber was relativity short. However, more of the ship's crew species were now alert and moving about the ship. This normally would have had no effect on him; he'd move about as just another Sangheili warrior. Unfortunately, due to recent events, he was no longer afforded this luxury. Word had spread quickly throughout Divine Victory's troops and crew about the duel between his mob and the Prophet's two mightiest Sangheili Zealots; namely the Champion: Kesh 'Rtaumee, and his Equal: Ento 'Zokulee. But, most importantly of all, the out come of the duel; along with the fact that he had some how been spared and was now forced to suffer the indignity of his loss.
As Iash made his way through the passages of the Divine Victory, he passed troops and crewmen of his, as well as, other allied Covenant species. Only the few Sangheili he passed offered him some shred of honor by not blatantly staring at him. But that was all the solace that he received, for the others he passed were not as considerate.
It wasn't until he entered the hall with the entrance of the War Chamber; that he was openly charged with his loss. Before him stood a small crowd of high ranking Covenant troops. The crowd was a conglomeration of Sangheili, the brutish Jiralhanae and a few Kig-yar, or Skirmishers as the humans referred to them. However no Jackals, the smaller more common of the Kig-yar species were present.
It only took a moment for the small assembly to figure out who he was. "Look, the Whelp that lost to the Champion!" Spouted a Brute in scarlet red colored armor who stood at the rear of the crowd, to the others present. "You shame us all by being here!"
"Pack Brother," said another Brute, who also wore scarlet red armor, addressing the one who had just spoken, "you should leave this one alone. The whelp, did not know any better! For everyone in the fleet knows that the only one who can defeat the Champion is General Ida, our Chieftain!"
"I thought that would have been obvious to us all," Boasted the first Brute in an even more antagonistic tone, as it looked at the others around him, "I guess not all Sangheili are as honorable as they would have us believe!"
The last comment drew the attention of everyone in the crowd, including the two Sangheili Honor Guard who stood watch outside the Prophet's War Chamber. Iash made no immediate reply to the two fools mocking him and his race. Instead he slowly shook his head and drew in and let out a deep breath, to calm himself. "You say that but, have you ever stopped and pondered why 'Rtaumee is the Prophets Champion and not your Chieftain?" He asked.
"It is because the Champion and I have no need to battle the other." Came the deep voice of the Jiralhanae General as he walked up behind Iash. "Your actions are to be commended!" He said as Iash turned to face him. "If any of my Brutes where to have attempted such a challenge; none of them would have made it out alive." Ida said as he glared at the scarlet armored Brutes who were just boasting about their Chieftain. "However your efforts have been misplaced, you should have focused more on assisting the Champion and his endeavors, not trying to over throw him."
Iash stood his ground and thought about what Ida just said. Ida had a point; if Iash and his men hadn't challenged the Champion and his Equal, he'd have more troops he could trust and rely upon now. However, it was far too late, his men were all dead. Iash shook his head again and looked up at the Chieftain and said. "What you say has honor in it, however, what I have done cannot be undone. I have lost my honor and my brothers, both of blood and of war, they have all moved on and yet here, I remain."
"If only that were true!" Echoed the voice of the Champion's Equal through the hall as he rounded the corner closest to the entrance of the Prophet's War Chamber. "And as you can see," Ento said as he gestured behind himself to the four other Sangheili with him, "what you perceive as truth is far from the way things really are."
"By the rings," Exclaimed the Sangheili warrior wearing blue armor, who was following Ento, "Iash, My brother, you're alive!"
"It would appear that way, Ownla." Iash said as he turned around to face the newcomers. "Rysh, Vish, Ewsh its good to see you."
"We are honored to see you alive." Replied the three Sangheili in unison.
"Iash, my Brother, how is it your still alive, we..." Ownla paused, as he searched for what to say, "We... The four of us," Ownla said as he looked at the three other surviving challengers standing next to him, "saw you parish by the Champion's blades, as you hung, elevated and pinned to the Arena's blast door... How..."
Iash raised his hands and made a stopping motion to his sibling. "Not even I know how this is possible, for I too, believed myself to have died. I know not..."
The reunion was cut short when the door to the Prophet's War Chamber chimed and opened. In the door way was the Champion with his black cloak hanging from his shoulders and his combat visor hiding his face. "You have all been summoned here for a reason, which shall be made clear by only the Prophet himself." Kesh said as he stepped past the Guards, out into the hallway. "You may enter." He said as he gestured the assembly inside.
"You heard the Champion!" Bellowed Ida as he stepped past Iash and shoved the two scarlet armored Brutes with the handle portion of his gravity hammer, "Lets not keep our Prophet waiting." He said as he lumbered past the others and up to Kesh, and extended his free arm forward and made a fist with his large mitt of a hand. "I hope those runts that challenged you didn't give you too much of a problem, old friend."
"Not at all." Kesh said as he reached forward and tapped Ida's fist with his own. "They proved to be of more use to me than they have yet to realize." He said as he glanced over at Iash.
"That's good to hear from the victor. I was honored greatly to have seen that clash with my own eye's!" Ida said as he turned and entered in behind his scarlet armored Brutes and the others among the assembly.
After the Jiralhanae Chieftain entered; only Kesh, Iash and the two Honor Guard remained in the hall way. Iash didn't move, he only stared at the Champion with the expression of someone who was deeply unsatisfied by what lay before him. Kesh returned the stare and remained as motionless as a statue; not yielding to the whelp who stood before him. The battle of silence continued on for several seconds but, to the participants it could have been years.
The silence was only broken when Iash spoke. "You are truly a powerful servant of the Prophet, and you have the ability of the Demons that the humans employ against our holy crusade. For you have not only succeeded in defeating me in a physical struggle but, like those Demons, you continue to torment my mind during my time of rest." Iash paused expecting the Champion to say something but, got no response, so he continued. "And now that I've been stripped of my honor, what remains?" Iash asked as he looked at his hands. "For just as you said 'I have no honor and a Sangheili without honor is dead.' So I am dead and all that remains of me is this living corpse." Iash said as he looked at the Champion once more. Kesh still did not reply; he just kept his motionless form.
"Why am I still alive, if I am dead?" Iash asked quietly.
This question provoked a response from the Champion. "You are alive because of what I have seen."
"What you have seen?"
"Yes, because of what I have seen and what I have endured in my service to the Covenant," Kesh said as he reached up and removed the combat visor from his helmet. The visor detached with a hiss as it was pulled away and revealed the Champion's amber colored eyes and missing jaw mandibles. "I was once in a situation regarding my honor, much like you are now." He said as he massaged the area, behind, where the right mandibles had once been. "However, unlike yourself, my honor was taken by a human, not by a fellow of my own race."
"But why..." Iash started to ask but was cut off mid-sentence.
"I spared you because you have the potential of becoming someone with truly great honor." Kesh said as he raised his free hand and pointed at Iash. "I answered your challenge not because I desired to fight. I answered your challenge because I was looking for warriors with the potential of becoming my Brothers!" Kesh paused to let the truth of his intentions sink in. "I found five such warriors when I fought you, and you're the first of the five."
The Champion's explanation did very little to answer Iash question. Instead it gave birth to several more that Iash wanted to inquire about. "If what you say is true; that you have endured similar trials that I am facing now, then what would you have me do?" Iash asked in a very serious manner.
"I would have you enter and listen to what the Prophet of Ambition has to say and then act upon his counsel." He said as he again gestured toward the door. "Enter and find your new purpose!" Kesh said as he turned and walked back into the War Chamber, Iash following close behind.
As Iash entered the War Chamber he found the members of the assembly standing side-by-side in a wide ark around a large holographic display in the center of the room. The room's lighting was low, providing very little illumination which cast large dark shadows into it's corners. Floating above the holo display was an image of the Divine Victory; the Super Carrier that served as the Prophet's flag ship; the ship they were on now. Iash walked up and stood beside the Brute Chieftain and continued to look at the floating image above him.
Kesh walked up to the Prophet who was also looking at the image of his ship. "Noble Prophet of Ambition, those whom you have requested have been gathered." Kesh said as he knelt down on one knee and bowed his head. Those in the assembly followed the Champion's example and knelt down and bowed their heads as well.
Ambition turned his hovering throne to face Kesh and said. "Well done, Champion."
"It was nothing, Holy one, as your Champion, I endeavor to do as my Prophet wishes!" Kesh said while still kneeling in respect.
Ambition made no further comments to his Champion. Instead he turned his gaze to the others and proclaimed. "My fellows! My allies! For far too long have we deviated from the Journey's true path. Be it because of the distraction's, squabbles and disputes between your kinds! Or be it, due to our crusade against the humans! It does not matter! We all have deviated from the way that we ought to walk! Which is why I have had you assemble here this day." Ambition said as he looked at the different species that were knelt before him.
"You have all proven yourselves as the leaders, the brave and the bold. You have all been shown equality in your service of my fleet and forces." The Prophet paused as he looked with pride upon the kneeling. "However, this group that is here before me now has gone far beyond what I have ever required. And for your actions you have been rewarded with rank and position, which has allowed you to become the examples of your peoples, and to prove to your brethren that you can dwell together in peace, while those outside the folds of this fleet struggle and bicker with themselves and others."
Ambition paused for a second to let those before him think about what he had just mentioned. "But, we have stilled fallen into the way of error," said the Prophet in a saddened tone. "Although, our error was not our doing, but the doing of the current leaders of this Covenant; the Prophets of Truth, Regret and Mercy." Ambition carefully watched the leaders in front of him as he made that last claim; for any reaction before he continued. To his satisfaction he watched as none of those gathered did as much as even flinch to offer a word of protest to his speech. "My Brothers, we cannot allow this insolence continue any longer. We must rise up and confront those sinners with the errors of their ways and make them repent with their lives! Then and only then will we be able to lead our Covenant back to the righteous path and press forward in the Great Journey!" He said with his attention, intently focused on the warriors before him. "Now rise, all of you, for we have much to be discus in order to succeed!"
The warriors did as they were told, however, the expressions that some of them wore were not ones of confidence and gratitude, instead they had looks of disgust, confusion and anger on their faces. It was clear that not all of those in the assembly agreed with this idea of rebellion. Among the confused was Ida who spoke up. "Noble Prophet, what you say would mean certain death to us all. I do not disagree with your leadership and decisions but, it would seem that you have over looked one important facet of your plan."
"And what might that be General?" Ambition asked in a cool unflinching manner that said he was confident in his plans."What have I, your Prophet over looked?"
"I believe it to be quite clear," said the massive hammer wielding Jiralhanae as he addressed the Prophet. "How do you expect us to battle our Covenant with only our fleet? We have nowhere near enough ships and troops to impose your plan. We would be slaughtered for our defiance!"
"What you say has a great amount of wisdom in it, however, I have yet to reveal the keys that will make our efforts successful." Ambition said as he pressed a symbol on the left arm of his throne. This action caused the image of the Divine Victory to vanish, dropping the entire room into an almost complete state of darkness. Seconds later a new image appeared above them. None of the leaders had ever seen the image before. It looked like a sliver of a moon and yet it had the detail and beauty of the Prophet of Truth's Dreadnaught that powered the Covenant holy city: High Charity.
"What..." Stated Kesh as he gazed at the new image floating above him as he struggled to find the words to finish his thought, "What is this?"
"This," Began Ambition as he looked at the assembly before him; all of which seemed to be mesmerized and speechless. "This is the first key to OUR transcendence!" Ambition declared as he turned his throne to face the image and thrust his arms into the air. "With this we will rise up and dethrone the false Prophets that lead the Covenant, and then we will use this to return to the proper path and then lead us to our salvation which is the Great Journey!"
"So be it," Said Iash as he crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the Prophet. "But you still have yet to answer the Champion's question, what is it?"
"This is an artifact left behind by the gods, for us to find." Said Ambition as he turned back to face his assembly. "From my study of it, I have determined that it is indeed a vessel constructed by the Forerunner, our god's."
This revelation caused the entire assembly to kneel down once again. Forerunner artifacts were sacred and deserved the utmost respect. Some among the allied Covenant species would have considered trifling with such treasures, heresy, punishable by death unless a Prophet were to give his blessing.
"Now," Said Ambition, "I have treated you all with equality for this and several other reasons. To start, you have all been given fair and equal opportunity, in order for you to leave behind your feelings of superiority over others and then be able to be more effective in your endeavors." Ambition paused as he looked at leaders. "And lastly, because of my hope of one day standing up and over throwing the fools who lead the Covenant now, with you loyally by my side. Together we shall prevail over them and then show our brethren the errors of which we have all made."
"Now," Ambition said as he continued to look at his men. "I realize that my visions of change, may seem like an impossible task. For it is true that the fleets that the leading Prophets wield are as numerous as they are powerful and would easily destroy us. However, what you have just seen, was the just the first key in my vision. The second is this: we are not alone. There are others who have shared my vision and that will rally with us when the moment is right."
"And who might this Ally be?" This time it was Ento who spoke up to consult Ambition. "It is good to have Allies but, unless we know who they are, how can they be trusted." Ento said as he looked around at the other leaders standing with him and saw Kesh nod in approval to the comment.
"Indeed, how can they be trusted," Replied Ambition as he looked at the Sangheili Zealot. "The Ally that is spoke of can be trusted, for he, like myself is a Prophet; the Prophet of Redemption is his name!"
"Redemption you say," chuckled Ida, in the way that only the ape like Jiralhanae could, "That explains why your so confident of this plan. For you have allied yourself with one of, if not the largest fleet holder within the Covenant!"
"Yes, indeed I have," the Prophet of Ambition said with a smirk of a smile. "That is why he is the second key in my vision. With his help we should be able to bring Truth, Regret and Mercy to their knees and make them step down without too much blood shed."
"Now, that I have revealed to you my vision, go, rally your forces! We shall be arriving soon to take control of our future, and we shall be ready for whatever may stand in our way." Ambition said to the assembled as they began exiting the War Chamber. "Kesh, Ento, and the others who fought in the duel earlier, stay I still have matters to discuss with you."
All the members of the assembly departed except for those whom the Prophet had requested to stay. Once the others had left and the doors to the War Chamber closed, Ambition looked at Kesh, as well as, Ento and said. "So these are the Warriors you have chosen?"
"Yes, Holy one they are," Kesh said as he looked to Ento for confirmation; Ento looked back at the Champion and nodded. "These are the five that we have deemed worthy of becoming our Brothers." Kesh said as he crossed his arms across his chest.
"Very well, then they shall be yours." Said Ambition as he looked at his Champion. "I shall grant you and your men with my blessing." He said as he pressed a symbol on the right arm of his throne and then turned his gaze to the right side of his War Chamber.
The Sangheili warriors standing before the Prophet followed his gaze. One by one on the right side of the War Chamber rose five large rectangular equipment cases from the floor. Those in the chamber said nothing as the objects ascended; each case making a muffled clang as it came to a stop. Once the cases had all completed their rise and all was quiet again, Ambition spoke, "You five," He said as he stretched out his arm and pointed at the five surviving challengers. "You have been chosen by my Champion and deemed worthy of my blessing." Ambition paused and looked at Kesh who nodded in approval. "Now go, each of you to a case and behold what await you inside."
Iash said nothing as he looked at the Prophet he only nodded, acknowledging the Prophet's command as he started toward the cases, along with the others. Iash walked up to the case that had been the first one to rise from the floor, and studied it.
Unlike the violet alloy that was commonly used by the Covenant; the cases were made of a silver colored, brushed alloy that resembled the material used in the construction of an energy sword's hilt. The sides of the case were illuminated with light blue holographic lights, along with the Prophets seal in the center of each side. The front of the case was separated by a glowing offset seam, starting in the upper right and ending in the lower left and was connected in the middle by a horizontal seam with a holographic control panel above it. Only one symbol was illuminated on the holographic controls which Iash reached forward and touched. The symbol then chimed and disappeared.
On the front of the case appeared a message in Covenant text, which read. "The true devotee honors our name with Actions not words."
"What you see before you is the oath that every Sangheili takes when they are granted the rank of Zealot." Echoed the Champion's voice throughout the Prophets War Chamber. "What say you?"
Iash did not immediately reply to the Champion's call. Instead, he first looked at those standing beside him, and found them waiting to meet his gaze. "Well, what say you?" He asked. The four answered with simple nods. "Very well," Iash said as he gave them his answer with a nod and then turned to face the Champion.
"What say you?" Kesh quarried again as those in front of the cases turned to face him. "What is your answer?"
"We," Iash and the others said in unison as they knelt down, each one on one knee, with their right arm crossed over their chest. "The true devotee's Honor our name's with Actions not words!" They replied with strong voices.
"You have now passed our tests." The Champion announced. "Go! Dawn your new identities my Brothers!" He said as the new Zealots returned to their case's and began taking off their old armor and started equipping their new set. The Champion then turned his attention to his Prophet, "You have my thanks, Holy one, I'll make sure that they use your blessing to the fullest."
"As my Champion, I would expect nothing less of you. However, my blessing has yet to be completely fulfilled." Said Ambition as he looked at his Champion. "While you have had new members added to your Zealot forces, you have yet to receive my blessing." Said Ambition as he pointed at Kesh.
"Holy one, I do not wish to burden you, surely the blessing of more warriors is enough!" The Champion said.
"I appreciate your humility but, I'm afraid that your Sangheili alone will not suffice on this campaign." Ambition said as he pressed a symbol on the left arm of his chair. The symbol caused a small dais to rise up from the floor in front of the holographic display which projected the Prophets first key. "Now, go and rest your hand and receive my blessing."
Kesh did as Ambition said and placed his right hand upon the pedestal. At first it appeared as though nothing was happening and Kesh tried to turn around and face his Prophet but, was unable to do so. This caused him a bit of surprise. "What kind of blessing renders someone immobile!" He said with a raised voice to his Prophet. "Explain yourself!" He demanded.
"Do not fear, my Champion, this is just a how you are to receive my blessing." Ambition said as he maneuvered his throne up beside Kesh. "I am giving you a powerful tool that will aid you and your men." He said as he looked at the hovering image of the artifact. "I am giving you my servant Cerberus. He will make your task of taking control of the first key far easier than if you were to embark on this campaign without him."
"This Servant, this Cerberus had better follow my command and prove himself worthy, for I do not appreciate the inability to control my own members!" Kesh said with an irritated tone.
"Calm yourself Champion," Said a dark voice that seemed to sprout from nowhere. "You are free to move, the imparting of the Prophets blessing is now complete." Said the voice as Kesh removed his hand from the Dais.
"Did you hear that?" Kesh said as he turned to face Ento.
"Hear what, Brother?" Replied Ento. "I only heard you and the Prophet."
"I see," said Kesh as he turned to face Ambition. "What is this blessing that you have given me?" he asked.
"The blessing that I have given you my servant, Cerberus." Ambition said again. "He is a powerful construct that I have made. Cerberus is far more powerful than any constructs that we have in use aboard our ships. He will serve you well."
"It is indeed as the Prophet says," said the Construct from the back of the Champion's mind. "I am your armor, I will defend and serve you, just as you do for your Prophet."
"Very well," Said the agitated Sangheili Champion."When the time comes I expect you to preform at the level you claim you can. I will not tolerate anything less, however, I will expect more."
"As you wish my Master, it will be done!" Said Cerberus with a firm and resolute tone. "You shall not be disappointed."
"Forgive me for my rudeness, Holy one." Kesh said as he bowed respectfully. "When the time comes I will also put this blessing of yours to good use."
"Good," Ambition said. "You will get to do so, soon enough."
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