Back to Created and Consumed: Ch 7 Pt 2

~Ado Mortumee

I received Gura’s monthly assessment on the warrior, Zyrra’s achievements. They were impressive to say the least. In all my time as a Covenant Commanding Officer, never had I witnessed such respect and camaraderie between recruits. I was proud of her, that much was clear.

“Commander.”

“Yes, Vugra?”

“The holy ones request you bring them your report, the one on that female you have taken so much interest in.” there was a sly smile on Vugra’s face, I held my rage and kept it for a more suitable time. He was one who believed I ‘gave’ Zyrra her freedom. He doesn’t understand. Nobody is given freedom; one must take it if they want it. “I also have a list of elites to use at your disposal.”

“Use at my disposal?” my question wasn’t answered; I was just given the data and ushered into the realms of my superiors. I bowed instinctively when the great Prophet of Mercy graced me with a bow, “Noble Prophet, I have come to your chamber as requested.”

“Very good, Commander. Do you have the report on your Eia?” Mercy asked offhandedly. I handed the data over to him and waited while the information scrolled above my head. I didn’t look up from my bow; the stare of a Prophet could kill an Elite if he so much as twitched an eye. Mercy made a sound of approval, “I take it that… ‘Zyrra’ has been transported to her next level training?”

“She is on her way there as we speak. Estimated time of arrival is approximately seven hours from now.” I answered courteously. I was sweating; I feared this entity, this feeble body. His intelligence was overbearing.

“And your conclusion?” Mercy asked.

I looked up to him, “Conclusion?”

He frowned, “Was I not clear, Commander, Ado Mortumee?”

“My conclusion, Holy One.” I bowed again, burning with shame, “My conclusion may be a biased one, given the circumstances of my acquaintance with the recruit in question. But I believe that she will not let the Covenant down.”

I heard a mutter of approval from Mercy, then I felt him lean forward, “Are you confident in your own judgement, Commander?”

I hesitated, this was a test, “Almost completely, Holy One.”

“Almost?” Mercy asked.

“Was I not clear, Holy One?” I replied in the same tone Mercy had used against me.

He leaned back in his throne, “Inescapably, Commander. It is relieving to know that a warrior such as yourself has not succumbed to the blatant robotics of conformity. Variety in personality between our Elites has been difficult to come by as of late.” I noted the hidden message in his cheerful tone, “Let us hope that this ‘Zyrra’ becomes just as unique. For her sake.”

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