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Vanguards of the Great Journey
Posted By: Arbiter<swiftstick31@yahoo.com>
Date: 27 October 2005, 2:48 pm
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Vanguards of the Great Journey
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A Tribute…
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Chip off the old block…
The dazzling mausoleum glowed into a monumental structure, enlivened by symbolic lights for respect to the deceased. Each honored consumption resting in the beyond among divinities.
Inside the tombs of the valorous Arbiters, Heroes of Elites bared their distinction with honor and pride. From the mausoleum, an ornamented deck protruded. An Elite Councilor and a secluded Prophet watched over the mausoleum. Waiting.
"Do you presume he is capable of managing such a honor?" The Prophet of Mercy asked, tracing his snout with his lanky hand.
"He is my son, and he will uphold the privilege as he was born to…" Eleir 'Lehammee growled at the Prophet, as he absolved his unfaithfulness in his descendant.
"'Lehammee is strong, and expedient, he will be an obedient choice as the new Arbiter" The Prophet said with certitude.
"I must withdraw my seat on the High Council, I have devoted this moment my whole existence, he will deal with the intervention and I will direct him into the light" The Elite growled honestly.
"You are sure, Councilor?" the Prophet asked him twitching his writhing neck toward the Elite.
"It is my own glory I have chased, but if he can handle the Disciple Crisis, even as it greatens as we decide the decided," The Councilor said oppressively.
The portal to the mausoleum opened emitting a mauve light into the cluttered shadows. The Arbiter hopeful walked through the chamber, gliding by the systematic row of Honor Guards that gazed at him with heartening eyes.
The father looked over his son with a pride that he never expressed, his son was contrived for battle. His immense might and valorous heart would show his motivation to be a consecrated saint of the Covenant.
"Yes, he is ready" The Councilor declared scouring his mandibles in a smirk.
"For the incitement of the Covenant and your distinction, Councilor, I trust he is ready"
* * *
Bela 'Lehammee ceased himself in front of the three virtuous Prophets. He stood upright in posture, he scraped his palms together behind his back in an irritating habit. The Elite bowed to the graces of the originators, and parted his hands.
"Holy Ones" 'Lehammee growled in a contented pitch.
The Elite dipped again in a reverence, egotism but uprightness spirit. Worthy and Inferior, the Prophet of Truth thought extending his arm to indicate the Elite up. Truly magnificent reputation, at least his father had a hail.
This Elite had served on the Council of Masters, yet combat was rarely seen in the Council, but politics, the more wearisome and dull in Truth's feelings. Admirable acceptance for a new Arbiter, but their were flaws…
"Present your blessing for this" Truth ushered to a floating podium, the Arbiter's armor flashed with a dazzling spite, the mausoleum was full of eagerness, impatience, kindness, and sorrow.
The Prophets hovered in an avid silence turning their crooked gullets toward the hopeful…
"Surely" 'Lehammee nodded to the Prophets, and continued. "The privilege of the Arbiter has always allured me as a child. I was inspired of the vanguards for their enlightenment on the Great Journey, forever they have walked uniquely as the Divine Beyond has directed the Arbiters to be the envoys of the Covenant. I have that enlightenment and motivation to be a vanguard" He finished with a short sigh and looked up from the Prophet's to the armor and to his foregoing brothers.
"So it would appear, 'Lehammee" The Prophet of Regret confessed.
"The Arbiter's have been our devoted saints, they are the public icons of every child in the city, but they endorse a honor. Can you revere that?" Mercy said declining into his under robes and holding his scrawny palms.
"I would uphold it with honor and distinction, and my abilities shall never be forgotten" The Elite said bending his knees to the Prophets.
"With your enlivening, we have granted you, Arbiter" The Prophet of Truth said with no hesitant.
The Prophet snapped the transparent arrow on his arm, from his golden robes. And the podium lurched forward and the steam hissed into 'Lehammee's mandibles. The taste of victory…
He stepped forward and grabbed the armor and put his face into the helmet. For his whole life this moment was the greatest.
The Prophet of Truth put his hand up; the Elite watched him and kneeled holding the armor with his life.
"Are you aware of the Disciple Crisis, Arbiter?" Truth asked him ceasing his glory for a moment.
The Arbiter ran through his mind what he knew about the Disciples, just that they were vicious and vile creatures that were bent on the Forerunner's power…
"The Disciples are a faction of dissenters, impelled to use their apprised technology to discover the Forerunner's strength to raze upon our Covenant and the Great Journey" 'Lehammee spoke.
"As you know they hold no distinctive threat to the Covenant, even when no enemy has withstood our power, these traitors have found one of our Lord's relics on a remote planet called, Sacrosanct. They have repelled our special troops and have harassed the Forerunners by desecrating their weaponry" Regret said to the knelt Elite.
"The bloodlust of the Elites has gone on long enough, they have transgressed into the Disciples, as they have restrained a resentment against the High Council and the Forerunners" Mercy replied, his headpiece bobbing in a curt inclination.
"They have lured the Engineers to the planet to convert the Forerunner's creation to build weapons of perpetual power. The murderous Disciples have built a forge around Sacrosanct and our ships cannot penetrate their planet-wide fortress. From our patrols we have detected excavations of the Forerunner's holy loam. It is your task to rescue the Engineers and raid the Disciple's hold on the planet" Truth finished with a venomous glance at the other Hierarchs.
"It is my honor" The Arbiter said putting his head into the helmet, his mandibles extended in an anxious grin.
* * *
"Are you ready?" The father asked, letting his mandibles slide into a sulk.
The Arbiter suited in the traditional set of armor looked fervent and determined.
"This bond will never be cut, father. I am insistent as perpetual grace, your teachings has guided me into a bliss I will forever cherish that is my priming" The Arbiter replied.
The father gazed onto his son with proud eyes, of all his sons and daughters, Bela 'Lehammee was the strongest and most expedient. Truly the will of the Hierarchs, the vanguards of the Great Journey.
"Meander down the fierce path, my son. And eternal glory will follow when you, The Arbiter testify the traitors to the abysses. It is then you will follow the arise of our Covenant and the journey into the above" Eleir uttered, a single tear touched his mandibles and he tasted his own son's life.
The Arbiter turned from his father, not looking back, his teal eyes sparkled and trickled gloss, with hastiness he rushed into the dropship and sighed.
'The beacon of the Covenant, the believer of the Forerunners, walked to a demise so great the Arbiters would outcry the beloved founder'
"Yes I journey for content…Father you will be proud…"
Tranquil is the Arbiter, confident he is, and passionate with a fire that would light the future…
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