So after much thought I decided to pick this up. I haven't wrote on it for a year so expect some differences in direction, flow, dialogue, and hell pretty much everything but the major concept I was getting at. The only thing that hasn't changed is I still don't own Halo. Enjoy.
-Gamer7
Chapter Four: The Hunt Begins.
"…So you let him go away?" The Prophet of Truth asked almost mockingly.
"Never, he got out before we could stop him; his high status in our ranks allowed him to disable our security measures for the restricted library." It was clear that the "Right Hand of the Hierarchs" was nervous.
He held a position few had ever been able to accept. The Right Hand of the Hierarchs was the weapon of the covenant, the leader of the Grunts, Elites, Jackal, Brutes, and Hunters. The only thing about such a position was that no one in the covenant knew its existence. If anyone knew such an Elite existed the humans would target him and he was to valuable to die, yet always too honorable to not fight.
"But your failure has caused questions throughout the entire Covenant! You're heresy lies at your feet and shall be the end of you." The Prophet of Mercy was always known for his anger and ability to call anything heresy.
"Call it what you wish but I shall find Zuka 'Zamamee and clear any thought of rebellion, whether it be the will of the Prophets or not." The Right Hand of the Prophets turned his back to the Hierarchs, a sign of defiance especially with such a position, but he knew what he was doing.
"Please return, my fair weapon of the Covenant, Mercy says things out of context. You will not find Zuka, that is a mission that is not worth your talents. Instead you are going to do something a little, shall we say, different." Truth pressed an assortment of figures on his control panel causing a map of a UNSC Freighter to appear on a holographic screen in the middle of the room.
"This is what the humans call "The Majestic". It is one of their ships, but there is something different about this one. It's mission, so our intelligence states, is to ship a weapon that the humans say could turn the tide of our war. This is a threat not to go without recognition."
"Then why just send me? Why not the armada?" The Right Hand asked.
"Because, my fair weapon, we cannot risk the destruction an armada or even a Spec Ops team would bring. We do not wish to destroy this weapon, oh no, we wish to understand it. Your mission," Truth pulled up a detailed route through the ship, "is to enter and find the technology of such a weapon."
"…And, if you can, destroy it!" It was easy to tell the anger in Mercy's voice.
"Fine, but what of Zuka? When is he to be taken care of?" The Right Hand was almost taking it too personally.
"You need not worry, it is being done as we speak…"