One particularly large clunk anointed his presence before his voice ever would, the sound rebounding of every room of the small cockpit and alerting numerous Sangheili operators that the field warden had indeed arrived. The warden himself wore heavy framed white and gold armour hunks, heavily inscriptions and runes encasing his armour with a powerful jagged right forearm piece that could even be used as its own weapon.
Personally, although it was a rather impressive assortment of armoured pieces; Ya'kai felt as if regular blue minor armour would have done exactly the same thing, all this ceremonial piece did was that it was a lot tighter around the chest and heavier all over.
As the field marshal kneeled down in front of the purple clad Shipmaster, he ran over the numerous arguments that were starting to brew inside his own mind; the order to slaughter the hunter being number one on his own list of inquiries.
"Rise Ya'kai, you owe no subservience to me" Oo'rang spoke soothingly, allowing the Field Marshall to stand upon his own two feet and look equally towards the Shipmaster without judgement or a word upon his mandibles. Finally the amethyst encased creature spoke his mind, staring intently at the Warden, "Time draws to an end Ya'kai, my own life will soon be stripped away from me and when it does; I expect a Sangheili of your honour to harness the responsibilities left behind with the role of Shipmaster."
A roll of shock swiftly ripped through the Field Warden's mind as he continued to stare at the wounded elite; thousands of thoughts slowly eroding his mind as he attempted to process the information that was given to him. He had always known that the blind arrogance of Sangheili would lead them to suicide but wished it upon no creature foolish enough to actually follow the covenant doctrine to every letter. As for his own leadership over the battle cruiser, he was unsure if he could even command a covenant frigate; let alone a vessel originated and constructed with the simple ideology of slaughtering enemies.
"You humble me beyond words Shipmaster, but I am unsure if you even deserve the fate of death due to your impending victory" He finally spoke up, barely worrying over inquiring about his friends health and welfare as he softly twitched his mandibles together.
Oo'rang sighed to himself, staring down at the stump of his arm as he stood and started walking around the cockpit from his own position above them all, "What would you have me do Ya'kai, you have been my honourable friend and mentor for the greater years of my life; you are a warrior of honour! You must understand that I cannot lead without an arm, I cannot wield a sword without fingers to grasp it with."
"Please Oo'rang, do not fall into the trap of self-doubt; a Sangheili of your power needs not ferocity or violence to lead his soldiers and family" The Field Warden replied skilfully, attempting to use every healing technique and sharp word he could use in order to halt the impending suicide, "And if it truly matters for you, there are many honourable warriors that learn to wield the blade with their left arm."
The shipmaster breathed in slowly as he continued to look at the stump, the deformity that he had been told to accept. Finally he grasped it with his other hand and covered it completely; hiding it from view and his own sense of failure, "I know what you speak, wisdom rolls well from those who have never known pain. But you must believe me when I say, I have not just lost my hand and leadership but also my honour; and that cannot be returned to me."
And so the amethyst clad warrior turned around swiftly, stomping out of the cockpit with his head hung low and his hand twitching in nervous anticipation over the deed he was preparing to commit unto himself.
"Maybe not in this life, but in the next I hope you discover peace and harmony" Ya'kai spoke solemnly, nodding his own head in something close to depressed sympathy as he watched his friend and shipmaster leaving in ready ability to kill himself.
Meanwhile
"We are…all of us…gravely cornered" The monitoring image spoke up quickly, ripping over the heavy chanting of numerous covenant entities with its own religious and political message; barely running over the parable of screeches and shrills that ransacked straight outside the large chamber of the prophets in the middle of the entire city of High Charity.
The small armada of Sangheili warriors stepped forward onto the thick purple platform just as they heard the voice of their hierarchal leader; the prophet of truth. Aethos frowned slowly as he heard the voice declare that they had found the sacred icon, that hope would be restored within the covenant; it was almost as if this betrayal was an anticipated movement that would even be accepted by the Hierarchs themselves. The white Ultra continued to listened in slowly and almost smiled as he heard the news about the great journey, at last they would finally be placed with their forefathers; but the smile faded as he looked upon the Jiralhanae Honour Guards that stood between the protesting covenant warriors and the holy sanctity that contained the prophets themselves.
"We did not come here to watch the locked doors with envy" Ra'zark tapped him on the shoulder in order to awaken his trance, stepping forward and itching his own talons over the white handle as he looked upon the golden clad brute honour guards. Within seconds, the other Sangheili nodded and followed their commanding zealot and without further problems they managed to step forward out of the rampaging covenant fanatics in order to face off against the numerous guards, the brute warriors clad in heavy honour guard armour whilst holding energy pikes.