Two days later
Date: April 19th, 2552
Flying away from High Charity were three large craft that were the new type of Covenant drop ships. Phantoms. They were much faster than their earlier shade drop ship counterparts and they had three large deadly cannons rather than one. As they flew further away from High Charity, the many thousands of shapes that were Covenant assault carriers and CCS battle cruisers were visible. The great Covenant fleet was awe inspiring even from here.
Inside the lead phantom
On board the lead phantom, Vadumee walked out of the cog pit into the main section of the ship. Along the sides of the room were lines of special ops Elite, four on each line and one down the left wall and the other on the right wall. Going down the middle of the room were a line of four special ops Grunts. As soon as Vadumee appeared in the doorway of the room, they all stood up straight, all that is apart from an Elite on the right wall, who looked at him.
Vadumee stepped into the room and walked down the middle of the row between the Grunts and the Elites on the left wall.
"My brothers!" he announced. "Today we are going on a mission to wipe out the heresy that stains our Covenant,"
"Death to the Covenant!" the Elites chanted.
"When we joined the Covenant, we took an oath!" Vadumee continued.
"According to our station, all without exception!" the special ops Elites responded.
"On the blood of our fathers, on the blood of our sons, we swore to uphold the Covenant!"
"Even to our dying breath!"
Vadumee halted at the end of the room. "Those who break this oath are heretics! "They are worthy of neither pity, nor mercy! Even now they use their lords' creations to broadcast their lies!"
"We shall grind them into dust!"
"And we shall continue our march to glorious salvation!"
Vadumee then walked towards Vadamee, who was dressed in a kind of dark silver armour with torso, arm and leg armour, though not as much as their normal Elite brothers, and with a helmet that had a kind of curved piece go down the front of his face between his mandibles. Instead of Vadamee, he now went by a new name: The Arbiter.
"This armour suits you," Vadumee said to him. "But it cannot hide that mark,"
"Nothing ever will," he replied.
Vadumee let out a humph. Still has his attitude he thought.
"You are the Arbiter, the will of the prophets," he said. "Their lives matter to me. Yours does not,"
"That makes two of us," Vadamee replied.
Vadumee let out a respectful 'hmmm' before he turned and walked down the front of the room.
His friendship with Vadamee looked to be going downhill now, but now that really no longer mattered to him. Vadamee's damage was done and although he still felt pity for him for what happened to him two days earlier, he no longer wished to talk to him about why all of this happened.
Setting his sights back on their mission, he walked into the cog pit and looked through the window at the brown clouds of Threshold's atmosphere. He was leading this mission now and Vadamee, or now better known as the Arbiter, would have to obey him rather then it being Vadumee having to listen to Vadamee.
