Chapter 4: Day 2 of waiting
The Golden Elite arose from his quarters as the doors opened with a weird "thrum". He sat down in the seat with a circular holographic control panel that glowed cyan. He could see everything from this vantage point. Everything else was distant from him, the thick glass separated him from the front control part of the ship. Iso'tolla (golden elite) thought it was a cowardly thing for him to be back here and not at the front, but the Council demanded this was how the ship was to be ran. But since when did they know anything about war?
He clicked his mandibles and let out a growl.
He yelled out to his ship commanders sitting in front of him at smaller holographic panels.
"Patch me in to the scientists! I want information on our A.I.!"
A blue elite responded and hit a few keys on the panel. " Your excellency, transmitting software in 10 units. The floating tentacle covered creature's ticking noises became audible,
" Iso'tolla, be patient, all is going well. If you don't give us some space however..."
The golden elite turned in his floating purple chair and barked at his assistant in dark red colored armor,
" Zolon'mora, get a jackal down their, have the jackal shoot out his brains."
She responded, " Yes your excellency." she barked at a grunt runner and had him get the jackal ready.
Iso'tolla thought to himself and scanned everything in the ship, something he had never done before. Four hours later it was finished, and he was still bored.
He yelled at the two commanders down below on their own control panels,
" Lower the shields! Raise the interceptor (antenna). I want digital feed from the campaign against the Brutes!"
The elite turned and looked at Iso'tolla.
" Yes excellency, but that would mean we would be killed by even a common space rock!"
" Thank you for sharing that with me commander, now remember who is in charge!"
The elite was silent, than the low thrumming of the shields past away.
The commander elite yelled to Iso'tolla, " Shields down, interference 0. Patching into Covenant battle net."
A screen dropped down in front of the holo-panel as Iso'tolla watched his war report.
A minor prophet stood, his chair was gone, and his head dress was missing. Blood ran from his mouth. He spoke,
" Hello noble creatures of the Covenant. Prophet Confession here, and witnessing this important battle against the Brutes." The camera panned out as vehicles with spidery legs fired cannons at the advancing Wraith tanks and Covenant infantry. The wraith blasts seared through the desert plain and hit the spider like vehicle. A brilliant flash, followed by cheering was heard. But than things got ugly.
A Golden Elite caught the Prophet, as a blade pierced through the Prophet's neck. Hunters began firing their fuel rod cannons, as the wave of brutes charged towards them. The golden elite dropped the prophet's lifeless corpse and charged ahead into battle. Grunts and jackals formed a defensive perimeter. A grunt scream was heard as the camera fell on the ground, covered in cyan colored blood.
Amongst the bodies a huge, White Brute stood in front of the camera and raised it with one hand so it faced him.
" To all those orange husks of meet, those damn lizards, and bird headed beasts! You all have been warned! Get off our planet! We will never forget this invasion, and we will build and topple your empire..."
The brute stopped talking as a energy sword pierced his heart and severed him from his waist. The golden elite, covered in purple blood fell to the ground.
The feed ended. The Iso'tolla frowned.
" I should have led that campaign."