"Are you to incompetent to respect the Priority 2 agreements!?" Mort'ang roared at the Red Zealot, furious with his behaviour and lack of rationality, "Do you not see the blood to be shed if you continue this path?"
Ta'ark screamed at him, frustrated with how the events had played out, "You speak of respect as if both Shanghalli and mankind reveal it, what respect have they shown us!?" the elite stepped forward, his sword drawn.
"Holy sh**", Gabriel swore at the events, unclear on how they had all come to this stand-off between the races and the agreement.
"Yeah Ureal, maybe we should back down." Michael spoke slowly, eyeing the covenant energy swords that had been drawn between the two Zealots.
"No no no, we have our orders and we will abide." She yelled back at him, trying to regain her former authority and courage.
The zealots stood face to face, Mort'ang defending the humans and Ta'ark standing in front of the Shanghalli minors; both forces looking formidable.
"Defending human scum? Heresy reeks in you Mort'ang!" The Red Zealot growled at him, pacing backwards and forwards.
"Defending the humans as well as our agreement shows honour, not heresy." The Golden Zealot replied evenly; hefting his sword in a better grip by his muscled talons and forearms.
The elite minors started grunting to each other, confused by the turn of events and whether or not they would fire upon the humans or Ta'ark. The golden zealot noticed this, and decided to play upon it.
"Shanghalli of Shanghallios, you have yourself a brutish warrior that is hell-bent on breaking our agreement with the humans, grab his heretic and take him back to the 'Reconciliation of Lies' before blood is taken." Mort'ang spoke impressively, allowing his bulk frame carry the message across to all of the minors.
A pause issued throughout the entire group, both sides unclear on how to act.
Then suddenly, Ta'ark swore in an ancient Shanghalli language and lunged forward with his sword hand; ready to skewer the Golden Zealot with one heavy and violent strike. Mort'ang did not move, allowing his brother's actions become his own downfall.
And they did, before the crimson warrior had a chance to draw blood; the minors had yanked him back and thrown him to the ground. Quickly subduing him with superior numbers, the elites grabbed Ta'ark and started carrying him back to their phantom. His roars and protests could be heard all the way from the vehicle, which was parked at least 500 metres away.
Mort'ang watched this undergo from his position in front of the humans, making sure that the foolish Shanghalli hadn't done anything violent to escape; and then turned around to face the humans.
"Greetings Spartans, I apologise over my brother's actions and words; they shall not befoul your ears again." He spoke heavily, his voice fluently rolling over the English language.
Ureal stepped forward, "It better not, that mad creature was about to shove a sword through me! If it weren't for my trust in the priority 2 agreement; I would have killed him on sight."
The Elite's mandibles drew back, he could see how Ta'ark was aggravated so easily; these humans were arrogant, "Be that as it may, I request to speak to your commanders as soon as possible; the peace between our races must be reinforced with peaceful negotiations."
She grabbed a radio transmitter from her side pocket and gestured to it, "Here…you can talk through it." Her voice was slow, as if she was talking to a youngling.
Mort'ang stepped forward, sheathing his energy sword as he did so.
"I mean to speak to your commanders in person; I believe you have a Pelican docked nearby?"
Ureal stepped back, stunned by the elite's request, "Yes we do but we can't take you up, our orders specifically confirm we are to stay in our current location and guard the scientists."
The Golden Elite looked over the civilians slowly, who were still shivering at his appearance. Then he stepped forward, "Very well, I will go alone; I hope luck befalls you with your research."
'What! You can't go alone…" Ureal started.
"I'll go with him" Michael said, eager to pitch himself in.
"And I" Gabriel followed suite, letting Lucifer nod with him.
Ureal looked over her squad, ready to argue with them about how stupid they were acting; but she honestly didn't care anymore. If they wanted to go with the murderous elite then it was their funeral, at least she could follow her orders and stay alive with Raphael.
"Very well, me and Raphael will look over the crashed shuttle and the scientists, you three escort the Elite…"
"My name is Mort'ang"
"…alright, you can escort him to the pelican and up to 'wary warden', keep in constant radio communications, got it?" She replied harshly, her eyes watching over them.
"Yes sir!" Michael replied, Gabriel followed suite while Lucifer simply nodded.