The green body was hauled into the observation and research area aboard the
figure eight shaped control ship. The two elites; one gold and one blue,
placed the corpse onto a large table, hovering feet above the metalic
floor. Several Covenant Engineers swarmed into the room, anxious to examine
the lifeless Spartan. They first removed It's armour, then assembled it,
then repeated the process several times over. They examined every piece of
It's armour, before finally entering the information into the report which
they planned to give to the Prophets.
The Brute known as Jamor looked up at the Prophet. His grey skin trembled slightly, something rare among Brutes. Then again, judging by the look on the Prophet's face, he was pissed. "This human is neither stronger nor faster than yourself" said the Prophet, his voice growing ever louder. "How is it that we have not captured one of these augmented humans until now?" he screamed. The Brute began to speak but was cut off by his superior. "Do not answer, for I know you do not have one. There have been reports of these 'super' humans for many years now, and their kill total is estimated in the hundreds of thousands. They must be stopped! All of them!" The Prophet seemed to calm down.
"How many lives have you taken, Jamor?" asked the Prophet. "Five hundred, perhaps six" he replied. The Prophet pondered for a moment. "Jamor, I would like you to form an elite group of Covenant, focused only on eliminating these special humans. Choose whoever you want, with whatever equipment you want" he said. Jamor nodded, bowed and walked towards the door. "And Jamor" added the Prophet. "Bring me the head of each one you kill"
The Brute known as Jamor looked up at the Prophet. His grey skin trembled slightly, something rare among Brutes. Then again, judging by the look on the Prophet's face, he was pissed. "This human is neither stronger nor faster than yourself" said the Prophet, his voice growing ever louder. "How is it that we have not captured one of these augmented humans until now?" he screamed. The Brute began to speak but was cut off by his superior. "Do not answer, for I know you do not have one. There have been reports of these 'super' humans for many years now, and their kill total is estimated in the hundreds of thousands. They must be stopped! All of them!" The Prophet seemed to calm down.
"How many lives have you taken, Jamor?" asked the Prophet. "Five hundred, perhaps six" he replied. The Prophet pondered for a moment. "Jamor, I would like you to form an elite group of Covenant, focused only on eliminating these special humans. Choose whoever you want, with whatever equipment you want" he said. Jamor nodded, bowed and walked towards the door. "And Jamor" added the Prophet. "Bring me the head of each one you kill"
