The lights gleamed off of the blue Sangheili's armor, only to reflect back off of the Counselor's Silver chest. The pilot responded rather quickly as he too was standing tall to look as professional as possible to the high ranking elite. The responses were good, though something was missing... something of great importance. [b]"Pilot, do you recall what my rank is? If so I'd expect you to know how to properly address me, correct?"[/B] The Counselor was annoyed by the fact that he was not addressed properly by the Pilot. Thinking in the back of his mind the counselor started to question if the covenant military needed more proper training for their members, especially on how to properly address each rank, by their rank. 

[i]'A pilot that kills our cannon fodder, making them unusable and that doesn't know how to properly respond to a counselor? Is this what we've downgraded to? Does he even have the proper weapons training? Our minors better have weapon training... How do we expect to kill heretics if our men aren't properly trained... Oh god, if this is the average combatant than what does that say about our majors?'[/i] Thought the counselor as he barely glanced behind him to see the hunter without his brother walk up towards him... Hunters are to work with a brother... [i]' WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS SHIP!?!?'[/i] was mentally screamed in the counselor's thoughts as he saw the Hunter finally get to him alone. His own anger was hidden in the back of his mind as he kept his serious, professional tone as he spoke to the Blue armored Sangheili.

 [b]"It is good to see you know the mission. Now, what exactly happened here Pilot?"[/b] was the last thing the counselor said, making it obvious that he was talking about the killed grunt. They were indeed pathetic little pests through to the counselor their use is still crucial... they were the living shields that take the fire for the elites, meaning less times the actually important members of the group (Elites) would get shot. They were nothing more than the cover fire and the meat shields to him, but that was why to the counselor they were important... the ship only had so many and the thought of them just being killed off by their elite superiors all the time brought the thought that when the actual battle begins they would all be killed off, leaving the elites to have to take the fire instead. Of course one grunt here and there wasn't much to be upset about, though it was still fun to play commander to the minors... something the counselor hadn't had the fun of doing for years.

A light clanking sound could be heard coming towards the two. "Clank, clank, clank, clank, clank..." was the next sound that the Counselor heard. Slowly he turned around, dismissing the Pilot for a while as he saw the Arbiter walk in, behind him would be a Spec-Ops Officer. Soon the silver armored elite was facing them and took two steps back to give them room to create a circle. [B]"Greetings Special Operations Officer, Greetinging Arbiter."[/b] Said the Counselor looking at the two of them as he respectfully greeted them before continuing to talk to the Arbiter. [b]"Arbiter, I take it you have the full report on the mission at hand?"[/B]