Cyberpunk: Spartan Walker

Chapter 103 Interlude
Ninth Era of Recycling, Time Cycle 34, 16 units (Covenant Wartime Calendar)
Special Justice Fleet, cruiser USS Truth and Harmony
Ther Galaxy, halo low orbit
When the Pillar of Autumn broke into the system, the Covenant main battleship Truth and Harmony briefly engaged it and was damaged, but the Covenant engineers still tried their best to repair the Truth and Harmony.At this moment, the battleship is suspended in the air several hundred length units away from the surface of the halo.

The battleship contained key members of the Covenant's command structure.The aisles of the ship were filled with elite warrior commanders, gnoll captains, and Grunt veterans.

Vrsami stood silently next to the Administrative Prophet, waiting for the arrival of a special special forces soldier.

The successive defeats in the ground war made the management prophet very angry. He asked to go to the ground battlefield to see it in person. No matter how Felsami tried to persuade him, it was of no use.In desperation, Frsami had no choice but to accompany the San'Shyuum down.

At this time, he saw an elite soldier in the hall striding towards the command platform through the holographic screen.He held his head proudly, wore a suit of black and shiny armor, and took firm and powerful steps, showing radiant confidence and authority.All these Covenant men, no matter how high their rank, hurried out of the way, not because of his high level, but because of his aura and the message it implied.

Frsami asked the attendant next to him the name of this warrior - Zuka Zamami, a brave warrior from the Zamami tribe who survived the assault on the Pillar of Autumn not long ago.

He and his little follower came to the anti-gravity elevator, where six black-armored elite warriors were waiting for him - no matter how intimidating Zamami was, he still could not escape the inspection procedures before entering the command platform.However, even these six elite warriors were intimidated by his aura, but they didn't show any signs of it on the surface.

"Confirm identity," one of them said brusquely, holding out his hand.

Zamami raised his hand in a condescending manner and threw a disc to the warrior.

The security officer took Zamami's ID disc and inserted it into a handheld reader.Data appears on the display scrolling from right to left. "Press your hand into the groove."

The second machine is a rectangular black box about five length units high.A green glow emanates from a groove located on the side of the machine.

Zamami did as he was told and felt a sting on his hand.The machine collected a sample of his tissue, and testing components compared it to the files.The reason for this is not only to prevent humans from mixing in, but also because of the widespread political conflicts within the Covenant—several assassinations have occurred recently.

"Confirmation completed," the elite warrior said, "it seems that you are the Zuka Zamami who is scheduled to attend the Council of Elders in fifteen time units. However, the agenda of the Council of Elders is delayed, so you will have to wait for a while. Please. Give me all your weapons. There is a waiting room there, but the Grunts are not allowed inside. The Council of Elders will summon you as soon as it is ready."

Zamami did not carry the plasma rifle with him, but let the Grunts on the side carry it.He only had a plasma pistol on him, and he handed the butt of the gun towards the opponent.

Zamami walked into the makeshift waiting room and found that many people, like him, had to wait for a while.Most people sat hunched over, minding their own business, staring at the deck.

What's worse is that it seems that the order of entry into the Senate is not first-come, first-served, but priority is determined based on class, with the most senior ones being received first.

But Zamami has nothing to complain about.Were it not for his class, he might never have expected to be received.Finally, after what felt like an eternity of waiting, Zamami was allowed into the chamber where the Council of Elders was convened.

A low-level prophet sat cross-legged on an anti-gravity seat.The seats surrounded a podium, and it was obvious that Zamami was going to stand up and speak.Whenever a gust of wind blows, the noble prophet seems to sway slightly.This may be just a habit, or it may be a deliberate design to remind everyone of his identity and status.Zamami not only understood this very well, but even envied this kind of showing off.

The prophet wore an elaborate tiara decorated with intricately carved gems and communication equipment.A silver cloak was draped over his shoulders, woven with strange and brilliant golden threads, which stretched forward to the prophet's thin lips, forming a microphone.

The ornate red embroidered burqa brushed softly over her knees, its hem spread across the countertop.The prophet's obsidian eyes watched Zamami step by step as he walked to the podium. At the same time, an assistant whispered in his ear.

Another elite warrior, a noble named Soha'lorami, waved to Zamami. "Greetings, Zamami. How are your injuries? I wish you a speedy recovery."

Lorami's status is two levels higher than Zamami's.Zamami was simply flattered to receive such courtesy from other elite warriors. "Thank you, Your Excellency. I will recover."

"Okay," the prophet said kindly, "the agenda has been delayed, so let's get down to business quickly. Zuka'zamami came to the Council of Elders to request a special assignment, requesting to leave his original army to complete a search. and the mission to eliminate one particular human. This proposal is a bit strange, given that humans all look alike and are quite annoying. However, according to our records, this particular human is responsible for hundreds of Covenant casualties.

"The Council of Elders notes that Commander Zamami was wounded in an encounter with this human. The Council of Elders would like to remind Commander Zamami that the Covenant will not tolerate acts of private vengeance. When you present your proposal, it is best to Keep that in mind. Also keep an eye on your time and speaking concisely will do you good.”

Zamami lowered his eyes as a sign of respect. "Thank you, Your Excellency. Our spies suspect that this mysterious figure has been trained as a warrior from an extremely young age, has undergone surgical modifications that enhance its abilities, and it is likely equipped with armor that exceeds ours."

"Beyond us?" the prophet asked, his tone making it clear: he absolutely did not believe this was possible. "Be careful with your words, Zamami Command Palace. The armor you wear contains technology directly derived from the ancient sages. If you say this, it can be considered blasphemy in any case."

"However, what Zamami said is true," Lorami interjected. "Although individual reports are contradictory, reports mentioning one or more humans wearing such armor are scattered throughout the archives. If these If the eyewitness reports are true, then it seems that this person - or this group of people can absorb a large amount of energy attacks without being hurt; and they not only have extraordinary combat skills, but also show outstanding leadership skills. Wherever they or they go , other humans can regain their strength and morale will be boosted.”

"It's absolutely true." Zamami was grateful, "So I suggest assigning a special hunting team to find this human and seize his armor for analysis."

"Understood," the prophet said sternly. He looked at Vrsami who looked a little uneasy next to him. "Captain Vrsami, you seem to have something to say?"

"Your Excellency is really sharp-eyed." Vrsami replied gratefully, "In the recent report, our troops also discovered another special warrior like this. Perhaps killing them before they happen would be the most beneficial option for us. .”

"These two human heretics may really be as evil as you say," the management prophet stroked the flesh ball on his chin, "but the gods will send down divine punishment on them, so we don't need to worry about it for the time being." He waved his hand, "Stand back. !The Senate will deliberate.”

Zamami had no choice but to bow his head again in respect, stepped back from the podium, and headed for the door.

(End of this chapter)