Chapter 7
Blay'de Haulduur, you are charged with treason of the highest levels," said the High Prophet Regret from his pedestal to the left of the room. You have improperly used the technology of the Forerunners, and of all things- abandoned one of The Rings to destruction."
Regret paused and took a deep breath, AHow does the accused plead to these charges?"
Blay'de checked his left- yes the Brute from the night before still had the bag of little blue marbles with him. Blay'de smiled and looked back at the three high prophets on their prophets. AWhy, guilty on all counts," he said casually, and flicked a hidden switch on his thumb armor.
And the brute to his left burst into a crackling ball of blue light.
The ball of light shrunk and fizzed out, leaving only the bag of small blue marbles. Only they weren't marbles anymore. They were glistening and growing balls of angry energy, which then zipped about the room, and made contact with every person except Blay'de. Then they fizzed out.
The High Prophets looked around, confused. What were those things? Then suddenly, a bolt of electricity crackled across The High Prophet Truth's face. It was followed by more and more, and the same thing happened to every other person the balls had hit. The other brutes were beginning to panic; how did they fight this? The bolts of electricity thickened, covering the high prophets and guards. Soon they were all figures wreathed in blue light. Then the figures exploded.
Blay'de smiled again as he looked around at the slowly falling pillars of ash. He dropped his cuffs on the ground; he had deactivated them earlier. Then he walked back over to the original bag that had held the killer balls and picked it up. AOf course, my friend," he whispered, Akeep all of these you want."
Then, Blay'de stood and looked back at the doors. There was a whole Covenant of races out there, ready to be converted to his side.