Somewhere in forge world two field marshals and one ranger are standing in their assigned position, well, not assigned, they just have nowhere else to stand.

"Hey, Wolloh, why are you here? I mean, your a field Marshall, you should be doing something cool" the stupid orange ranger said.

"Well, juilk. I had my custom colored, ultra ghost destroyed two weeks ago, and now I got to get insurance to pay the debt I'm in!" The totally badass yellow field Marshall said.

"Okay! Don't yell! You sound weird yelling in human language. And aren't you a field marshal? You should be getting paid alot" the dumb ignorant ranger said.

"HaHa! You poor stupid idiot-"

"Hey!"

"silence! As an insanely higher rank I revoke your right to speak"

"You can't do tha-"

"I can! And I just did… nothing else to say? Good"

Juilk slumps down in defeat, knowing he can't say anything back.

"Anyways, if you think the covenant still pays good these days, you're gonna be in a world of disappointment" the zealot says to juilk.

"But-"

"Nope! With those damn spartans being more common Because of that stupid spartan IV program, budgets tight"

"But w-"

"Because of the damn unggoys! We need more cannon fodder so the price of 'food nipples' , what the unggoy call 'em, is rising!"

"... what about-"

"Kig yar are different, they don't breed like unggoy do, so they're cheaper, but the shields they wield are expensive nowadays. I'm happy t'vaoan are cheap"

"... y-"

"Yanme'e… I'm not sure of that situation, I only ever seen one. Though I heard their as rebellious has human teenagers"

With no more questions the two elites return to focusing on… an ocean. Why are they staring at a ocean? Not like it's somewhere popular.

"Why don't you take up those headhunting offers? Those pay well still" the classic red zealot said holding an energy sword.

"Yea, I heard that a headhunter was killed recently… he was a banished headhunter. Potentially stronger then the highest ranking zealot, I'm not willing to face whatever he did" the yellow elite replied.

"Hmm, wouldn't Pay well if their weren't a risk" the red elite says.

The yellow zealot opens his mouth to say something, but before he could speak a phantom Flies into the hanger Bay where they were standing. The three elites back away to make space to drive by.

The back of the phantom opens, and a black, green colored general walks out and approaches the yellow zealot.

"Sangheili wolloh, do you know why I'm here?" The elite says

"OH, hey… …Val? I don't know why you're here… maybe some tea?" The yellow zealot replied

"Spare me the jokes, and don't refer to me so… casually"

"But… I'm a higher rank… if anything you should speak respectful to me"

"Silence! In rank, you are higher, but in your current position… you are not."

"Okay!... I'll give you juilk!"

"Huh?" The black elite says confused.

"What!?" Juilk said in a panic.

"Enough fooling around! Pay your debt to the covenant or you'll be stripped of your rank!... and if i'm lucky, I'll be able to kill you myself." The black general said activating two green ominous energy swords.

"Whoa! whoa! whoa! No need for those… and what do you have against me!?" The yellow zealot sputters out.

"Nothing, I'm simply doing my job… now pay, or-"

"Fine! But I'm absolutely poor right now, all I can give you is my upgraded assigned sword" the yellow elite says while grabbing a deactivated sword on his waist. The elite general snatches the sword and stares at it.

"High grade… this will do. But this barely pays what debt you have."

"Man… that was expensive too. Don't break it" the yellow zealot says distraught

"That would be a waste, would it not?" The general says.

"Definitely would…"

The general walks back into the phantom and the door closes behind him, the phantom thrusters active and Flys out of the hanger, accidentally hitting the wing against the wall.

"Damn it grunt! What do I pay you for!?" An angry voice comes from the phantom.

"Uh… you don't pay me sir…" a high-pitched voice squeaks out.

The phantom corrects itself and continues flying.

"OH, your done for…" the red zealot says

"Crap, he even took out the swords. He Definitely Hate me" the yellow elite replied

"Yea, those sword aren't meant for killing, but they hurt like hell." The red zealot says.

"You got stabbed by one?" The yellow zealot asks.

"Yes…" the zealot said, clenching his chest."But it put me in my place"

"Damn… the hell am I gonna do?" The yellow elite says in agony as he realizes his fate is most likely sealed.