High Sanctum Chapter One: Maiden Voyage
Posted By: Jerzey
Date: 4 March 2006, 4:11 pm
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Kunta Kamamee/High Charity, year 2525, Ninth Age of Reclamation
Darkness. It filled his entire sight. At that moment in time he was the darkness and the darkness was him. Then as soon as he became accustomed to it, it lifted just as a veil lifts on a stage. Then he saw for the first time in days. A familiar face greeted his sight, for it was the High Prophet of Mercy with a worried expression across his face. "Welcome back." he said without emotion
Back from where?, he thought "I thank you noble hierarch, but I know not what has occured." When he took in his surroundings, he realized he was in a healing tank, completely naked without his white armor of a commander.
"It will come back to you." said Mercy floating in a circle around the tank.
Then it did. The battle with the heretics. How he had taken command of an entire army when the Supreme Commander was mowed down in plasma fire. The he led them to victory, crushing the heretic elites. But he had been shot in the chest by a beam rifle as the remaining heretics fled.
"You showed great honor in your fighting." said Mercy. "The council has decided to have you rewarded. You are to be promoted to take Supreme Commander Ronamee's place."
"The Fleet of the High Sanctum, and its troops are mine to command?" the elite in the tank said.
"As soon as your ceremony is complete." replied Mercy. "You will serve us well Kamamee."
"Indeed I shall noble hierarch."
So it was that later that day, Kunta Kamamee was released from the healing tank and went to the ceremony hall of High Charity in his ceremonial robes. Newly forged golden armor awaited him on an altar, glowing with a golden sheen in the artificial light. The entire city was there to witness the ceremony, legions of Covenant filled the surrounding area. Then Kamamee bowed to the three prophet hierarchs.
Truth spoke."By the Covenant, our Lords, the Council and the Great Journey, we bestowe upon you the rank of Supreme Commander of our Covenant."
Then Regret. "Accept this armor as proof of this event and use your position well."
Last Mercy spoke."The Fleet of the High Sanctum is yours, and its troops yours to command. Warrior of the Great Journey, do you accept this responsibility?"
"I do Noble Hierarchs, with everything I believe in." said Kunta Kamamee.
"Then let it be known to the entire Covenant that Supreme Commander Kunta Kamamee will fight for you and the good of the Great Journey. He will help lead us to salvation." said Truth.
The ceremony was done. Covenant everywhere cheered. Kamamee put the golden armor on right then and there and held his hand up high in a snarl of honor.
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He was called to the Sanctum of the Hierarchs later that day. "Do you know Supreme Commander that we have discovered a new race?" said Truth.
"Is that so?" replied Kamamee. "Perhaps we can recruit them if they are worthy."
"They are not." said Regret with malice. "They expand like a mold on our Lords land. Species like this face one punishment and that is complete eradication."
"Go to the nearest colony they have." said Mercy. "Let it prosper no more. They call it "Harvest"."
"I will do your will Noble Hierarchs." said Kunta Kamamee. "Let this blasphemus race draw no more breath."
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Supreme Commander Kunta Kamamee/Harvest System with Fleet of the High Sanctum, year 2525, Ninth Age of Reclamation
"Behold, my first conquest." Kamamee said to himself in the bridge of his commanding ship, Glory of Supremacy. The green, lush planet came into view. It was small, but Kamamee knew better than to ignore it. This was Harvest.
"Excellency!" said an elite bridge worker. "They call themselves "humans" according to the messages we intercepted."
"Then let the humans live no more!" yelled Kamamee. "All fleet ships, plasma coils on! Take aim at coordinates 5, 10, 50!" This was done.
"Begin glassing the planet on my command! Three, two, one, FIRE!"
Hundreds of plasma bolts fell towards the surface of the planet, evaporating the once rich atmosphere. The surface boiled a bright red. For a moment in time, Harvest was a miniature sun. Then it was no more. Bridge crew members yelled in satisfaction. Kunta smiled, or at least what passed for one among elites. The humans were dead, however there might be more. If that was the case, they would be hunted to extinction. That, Kunta thought, I guaruntee.
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