Guardians of the Sanctum: -Prologue-
Posted By: BansheeBoy
Date: 17 June 2004, 2:28 PM
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Guardians of the Sanctum: -Prologue-
A time of peace, between the mighty Covenant juggernaut and the near extinct, primitive humans. A small team of armored humans extracted the High Prophet of Truth into human-controlled space. They forced a compromise of peace and it remained to the very day. But now small Covenant rebellions were flourishing. The proud elites and brutes, lived for combat. If they couldn't take on the humans, then they would take on the Covenant's leadership. And then the Human-Covenant war would continue and they would taste their primitive blood.
Ninth Age of Reclamation, Step of Silence Covenant Holy City
"High Charity," Sanctum of the Hierarchs.
Olos Rosmee climbed the rungs of the ladder with haste. The towering brute stumbled as a rusty rung collapsed under his immense weight. He quickly regained his balance and got back to the task at hand. Sweat dripped down his ugly face and fell to the ground, hundreds of meters below him. He paused to watch the drip as it fell into the deep gorge. A sudden pang of fear came over him. He had never been crazy about heights and he regretted it at that moment. He snapped out of it. He had to prove himself to the rest of the rebellion. Only then would he rise through the ranks. He neared the top of the purple-coloured tower. He climbed the final rungs of the ladder and heaved himself into the top of the tower.
A elite stood atop the tower, in polished gold armor. He was a hardened warrior. The elite knew what he was doing.
"What are you doing here, brute?" said the seven-foot beast with a hint of disgust. Rosmee didn't respond. He snarled and punched the elite in the bottom of the jaw. It was taken by surprise and clattered to the floor, gasping for oxygen. The elite might have been the strongest warrior in the universe, but it was also one of the dumbest. Probably the reason it was up here. Rosmee picked up the unconscious veteran and chucked him other the edge with little effort. He waited until he heard the soft thud of the gold-armored elite impacting against the ground below. The brute now turned his attention to the console at the elite had been guarding. His objective.
Rosmee strolled over to the hovering holographic panel. He wasn't an expert with electronics so his superior officers had given him a chip to insert into the console. That, he had been told, would do the job just as well. He took the small chip out of his pack and pushed it in. Rosmee stood back satisfied. His part in the mission was over. He picked his radio off his belt and turned it to their private COM channel. Rosmee knew his commanders were listening.
"The turrets are down" he growled.
A scarlet-armored elite patrolled the winding corridors of the Sanctum of the Hierarchs. Unlike most of the Guards of the Sanctum he had been chosen for brains, not brawn. His name was Aeas Mustamee. Despite what seemed like an age of service, he had never been in contact with a prophet. Instead he got his orders from a commanding officer. What was the point in guarding the Covenant leadership, if he didn't even know where they were in the sanctum. During his time there though he had only visited a quarter of the entire sanctum. He realised he was behind schedule so he sped up into a sort of jog. Mustamee only had one place left to patrol-First Fort. First Fort was in charge of all Covenant ships, coming and going. It was their job to stop infidels from entering the Prophet's sacred quarters. Mustamee jogged out of the sanctum, into the bright sunlight and onto the Steps of Silence. He slowly climbed down the five-foot tall steps. Ahead a bunch of jackals bunched around something. Only elites and brutes were allowed within the sanctum but all other types of Covenant guarded the outside. Mustamee sprinted over to see what they were squawking about. A gold-armored elite lay dead on the floor being ripped up by the jackal's beaks. Mustamee stepped back in disgust. What had happened?
Above where the dead elite lay was the guard tower. Not only was it a guard tower, it also hid the Sanctum's power controls. He'd report this. He continued on towards First Fort.
"Destroyer inbound" a rookie elite announced as Aeas Mustamee entered First Fort Control.
"I didn't think any ships were due for another twenty cycles" exclaimed Mustamee.
"I didn't either" replied the rookie. "They said their mission could only be discussed with the holy ones". Mustamee mulled this over.
"Rookie, are our plasma turrets functioning?" Mustamee asked. The rookie stared at his console.
"Hmm. They should be...no, they're not functioning. How strange" he answered. Suddenly everything fit together. Mustamee ran to the intercom and switched it on.
"Guardians of the Sanctum, prepare for battle. Be warned, you will be fighting your own brothers".
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