Chapter Eight
Onboard UNSC Battleship Reign of Power
1225 Hours, November 15,2552 (Military Calendar)/
Uyamagad stood at the base of the phantom awaiting the councilor. The purple teardrop shaped ship hovered in the launch bay. The belly of the ship glowed blue as the councilor floated down the gravity lift.
They were greeted by a small group of human soldiers who were well armed. The weird human metal clanked under each of the elites footsteps. Marines stopped what they were doing to watch the elites go by. The humans had a look of rage and even some had a look of awe as well.
Serzxee was very interested in human culture but he dared never to show if for he feared that if the prophets had heard of this that they would have him hung by his entrails.
They approached a room fitted with a large wooden table. A normal sized human, with brown/orange hair. This must be there shipmaster, strange hmm amour I suppose thought the councilor.
"Admiral Parker," gestured a human to the elites. The admiral shook slightly a sign of nerviness guessed Serzxee amused by the human's actions.
"What is this peace treaty?" asked the admiral. The gold elite a zealot, known as Uyamagad reached for his energy, but then stopped and realized that he had not brought any weapons due to the humans' request if the elites were to board their ship. The ship was the largest human vessel had seen, which the elite unconcealed showed his agreement that the ship was impressive.
"We have been cast out of the covenant. The prophets have lied to us about the Great Journey. They ordered those brutes to kill us on sight! Thus this has splintered the Covenant. The grunts and hunters as you call them have joined our cause. You, humans have proven to be a worthy opponent, yet you were not accepted into the covenant, which has puzzled us elites, so no we ask you to join your skill and intelligence with us Elites to defeat the Brutes and to restore order."
Lance let out a snicker about the last statement. He stood in the corner of the room covered in darkness.
"What, creature dares say that?" Uyamagad grunted. The councilor tapped him on the shoulder.
"These are not grunts, you must treat humans with respect," whispered the councilor.
"Demon!" roared Uyamagad when Seth stepped out of the shadows.
"More demons?" Roy and Lance stopped dead in the doorway of the room. Their hands quickly moved for their weapons, faster than the admiral could watch. They took aim and clicked off the safety.
"Hold, your fire!" commanded the admiral. The shipmaster stood up and looked at the elites and the Spartans.
"It appears the rules of war has changed."