Ya'kai watched over his corvette's control panels, correcting their course correction if need be. The Forerunner ship was to be guarded and looked after, and for that to be possible; he required his entire force to be watching over it, including his Covenant Corvette "Reconciliation of Lies."
After hearing that Ta'ark had decided to be first contact with the human party, the Field Marshall knew he had to guarantee problems would not start between the two races. The Priority 2 Agreement had to be followed, and the Red Zealot volunteering himself without Ya'kai's permission had the potential of restarting the entire events of the last thousand years.
"Gather communications with the two human ships." Ya'kai requested from his piloting operations Shanghalli, "It's time to sort out this mess."
His corvette started moving forwards, towards the Forerunner crashed craft as soon as the communication relay activated itself with the human ship "Wary Warden."
Standing upright and reassuring his battle armour, the Shipmaster flicked the communications online and readied himself for the human audience.
After a flick of the screen, Ya'kai could see two human officials standing on the main deck of their frigate, one male and one female.
"Greetings Admiral" the Shipmaster spoke, attempting to speak the human language with efficiency; pronouncing 'm' was extremely hard for a creature that didn't have a lower jaw.
Wisconsin did not answer, instead the female decided to take the lead.
"Shipmaster Ya'kai, you do realise that on Article 12 of the Priority 2 Agreement both of our races agreed to share forerunner technology in discovery and use?" She spoke, disproval and anger in her voice.
The Shanghalli leader growled, swallowing his pride he simply nodded.
"Then I demand you pull back your elites right now, their presence is violating the peace treaties we have fore come between our races." The human female said again, almost yelling at him.
"My expedition of elites at the site is no attack on the official treaty youngling" Ya'kai grumbled at her, irritated by her smug attitude, "However, you demanding to have a private audience with the site, as well as having double our number…"
"Shipmaster!" the ONI Lieutenant interrupted, "Are you accusing us of breaking the treaty?"
The Field marshal pondered that, technically they had been; but to accuse the humans of neglecting their agreement could lead to disastrous consequences. Eventually he decided to shake his head.
The young human operator smiled, "Good, do not bring this matter up with us again. Make sure that your elites are pulled back as soon as possible."
Ya'kai nodded again, angry towards the human but not prepared to go against their will; he knew that in order for peace to reign, acceptance of each other's decisions was crucial. After the communications had cancelled, rage settled over the Shipmaster; the humans had spoken to him almost as if he were a child, even though he was an elder compared to them.
"Bring the ship around to the far side of the site and keep constant visual," He grumbled to his pilots in a tough tone. After walking out of the room, the Field Marshal immediately used his helmet communications to relay with Mort'ang.
It was essential that he stopped Ta'ark from starting a war.
Meanwhile
"Elite! Lower that sword, we don't want any fighting here" Ureal shouted in a panicked tone, flustered by this new turn of events.
Raphael cocked his shotgun at the Zealot, ready for a fight with all of the elites present.
Ta'ark roared at them all, advancing to Ureal with his energy sword held high, "Step down Demon! You demand to be alone with the site, you lie to us about the amount of ships you are bringing!?"
Gabriel stared at the whole situation questionably, unsure whether to lower or raise his sniper rifle in this situation. The scientists looked nervous in the situation, aware of how close they could be to death.
Ureal stuttered for words, unsure on how to act in such a situation; they didn't have these sorts of scenarios in ONI manuals.
Raphael knew exactly how to react, walking forward with his shotgun aimed at the group of elites and a steady finger on the trigger, however before he could get far Lucifer stood in his way; stopping the red Spartan to do anything drastic.
"Pathetic humans, it isn't a mystery why your incompetent race couldn't survive the might of the covenant…tell me this Ureal." Ta'ark roared in her face, "Do you fight with honour!?"
A stream of light blinded the entire group as a purple banshee rammed into the ground quickly from above, another Shanghalli jumped out. The red zealot roared at the newcomer but stepped back from the group of Spartans, allowing the Elite to walk forward in-between both groups.
It was a Golden Zealot.
Mort'ang.