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It didn't take long until various 'bleeps' began appearing onto the holographic radar table, displaying ships fleeing the planet by the dozens. It did not matter, there few left after the initial move by the Pious Transgression. There would be few enough to spread the word of the incoming wrath, few enough to create fear in the masses in the nearby systems. Troops had already landed on the surface, eliminating the few, petty threats against the cleansing of the world. Reports began coming through the comms, the slaughter had already surpassed thousands during the initial barrage of purging of the planet. The Arbiter was pleased with this small, yet significant victory. The initial scouting of the planet had proved fruitless in their search for any Forerunner technology, some of his shipmasters even had the insulting nerve to suggest that they could spare this planet of cleansing due to it's lack of any Forerunner presence. The Arbiter would have none of it.

 He placed his hand onto a console, created with space enough for one, Sangheili, hand. This planet was chosen to mark the arrival of the Covenant, to signal that the Great Journey would soon arrive and burn the non-believers in hellfire. Before him stood a view of the planet's most significant, and largest populated city. There was nothing but disgust in his eye as he began laying pressure onto the console. A continuous laser beam came from his flagship, the one he was aboard, and landed directly on the city below. To the Covenant troops on the surface, they could see a magnificent beam tearing through the city, slowly but steadily. Leaving nothing but glass in it's wake. From a safe distance, of course. 

The Prophet of Mercy observed the Arbiter from behind, slowly nodding his head as he saw what Mark this world would be granted. The Covenant mark of "Arrival". A fitting choice by the Arbiter, signifying their arrival to the Galactic Center.

"You have done well, Arbiter. This will show the mongrels that inhabits this sector that their end is approaching. I am pleased."

The Arbiter simply glanced back at the Prophet, offering but a nod. Nothing else was needed to acknowledge the compliment. The Prophet, sitting upon a levitating throne, moved towards a screen with a camera upon it. It soon began flickering the image of the Prophet and his Honour Guards. Broadcasting to the few surviving ships from the unfortunate planet.

"Listen, non-believers! You may believe that you have been blessed by your false gods, to survive this little and insignificant onslaught! But you too will soon face justice of the Great Journey, soon hellfire will consume you and your loved ones! Spread the word; That the Arrival of the Covenant have been ushered upon this sector, and those who wishes to halt the eventual forthcoming of the Great Journey will falter! If you wish to live for but a glimpse longer, tell all those whom inhabit and taint the planets blessed by the Creators, The Forerunners, that they will soon be cast into hell by the Wrath of the Covenant!"

The broadcast ended moments later, showing the view of the fiery Mark that the Arbiter had created upon the planet.