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Meanwhile, aboard the Divine Inquisition... A Sangheili Ultra stood with his arms crossed, overseeing his lessers: Unggoy, Kig-Yar, even a small amount of T'voan, and the younger, lower-ranking and less-experienced of his kind. "Ultra." His attention was directed toward a Sangheili Major. "Yes? What do you require?" He questioned. "Your lance is prepared, Excellency. We await your word." "And I await the Shipmaster's. Oversee the Unggoy, ensure they do not squabble with the Kig-Yar. I shall not have such a petty distraction dissolve cohesion." "By your word." With that, the Major returned to his post. The Ultra-- Urran 'Raturnee-- lowered hos hand to his side and tapped his fingers on his deactivated sword hilt. His Type 51 Plasma Repeater was on his back, his Type 25 Plasma Rifle at his side.