Chapter 4: Meeting and Trouble
"How did you lose them?" he said.
"Fighting the parasite, they used your weapons" he said, tilting his head slightly at the question,"your weapons do cause quite alot of pain, although primitive."
"They're good enough for me." Johnson said, eyeing the Elite.
"I meant no disrespect, but compared to our weapons yours are far less advanced. They are quite good against the Parasite though, I once used a 'Shotgun' as you call it." he look at Johnson curiosly, the human showed no fear.
Their conversation over, each resumed the scrutinization of the dropship and its occupants.
All aboard
The grav-lift hummed to life as they descended, and immediately stopped as the Arbiter stepped out of it.
"'Molanee, take these humans to their quarters." said the Arbiter, in the native Sangheili tongue.
"Yes, Arbiter!" he said ushering his way over to the humans.
"I am Kray'Molanee, I will be showing you to your quarters." he said to them.
As they walked along, Miranda was amazed at the Covenant alloy. While supra-dense it was still beautiful and caught the light in no way Titanium-A could have. As they walked along, she also noted various holo-panels and doors leading off to places unknown.
Apparently they had reached their quarters, the Elite was ushering them into a door. She walked slowly into the room, breathing in the beauty of the place. It was lit with indirect lighting, and thus nothing cast shadows. The chairs and cots were made of an odd material that while firm, still conformed comfortably to her contours.
The Elite at the door motioned to a small holo-panel.
"The lights" he then pointed to another one on the other side of the door,"and the call button, if anything troubles you this will inform one of the Elites."
He then turned around and walked out of the room, leaving the humans alone.
"Wow - This is pretty nice for alien bastards.." said Johnson, impressed with the Covenant architecture.
"They're Elites or Sangheili Johnson, the call you by your name, try to call them by theirs." she said, relaxing into the chair.
"Yes, ma'am." he said, eyeing the holograms.
The Signal
Her eyes opened slowly,and the room slowly swam into focus. As she looked around, she noticed Johnson and his marines napping. As she looked around the room, an announcement blared over the speakers.
"Humans - You are required on the bridge!" the anxious voice of an Elite sounded.
Johnson and the Marines snapped awake, and groggily asked what all the noise was about.
"Apparantly, we're wanted on the bridge."
Around a second after she had finished, theRed Elite,Kray, entered the door.
"I am here to take you to the bridge, come, with haste!" the Elite was clearly shaken, but they said nothing and silently followedhim to the bridge.
Five minutes later, they each stood on the Bridge, which was impressive. There was a raised dais in the middle,under which were two small ruts that held several Elite personnel.
"We have received a message from our Elite forces, we have 340 ships remaining from the engagement with the Brutes. We have also received a distress call from High Charity, apparently there are still cells of Elites, Hunters, and Grunts still fighting the parasite and even more odd, the Guardian Spirit reports another construct in the system, we're assuming it's yours?" theArbitor said, standing on the dais and sending orders to the other ships.
"What? The only construct we have here is Cortana, but she was supposed to be with the Cheif!" Miranda said, contemplating why Cortana would be alone.
"I assume we're going to rescue them?" she said, her eyes playing around the huge bridge.
"Yes- Would you be willing to join us?" he said, nodding towards Johnson and the Marines.
"Of couse, i've been itchin to kill me some parasite!" said Johnson, looking back at his Marines, who seemed less than happy to be dragged along.