Blood of Honor and Tears of Plasma: Prologue
-Aboard the Sublime Transcendence-
"Brothers the Prophets have betrayed us. The Humans are not the abominations of the Forerunner's, but their descendants!"
"We are all in agreement of this fact, *Fleetmaster Vral' Vadamee." Sighed Xytan 'Jar Wattinree, former *Imperial Fleetmaster of the *Covenant, tiredly. "And yet we debate about continuing the dishonorable genocide against the humans, a genocide the* Jiralhanae started!?"
The recently promoted Fleetmaster Voro Nar 'Mantakree opened his mandibles to debate but a look from ancient Xytan silenced him. Turning back to look towards Vral, Xytan stood before walking to meet Vral in the middle of the hall, clasping Vral's shoulder, he spoke "It is true what you say, and for such a young officer you are very gifted, not to mention liked by your men and other officers, but… can you truly say that you do not crave human blood? To seek vengeance? To kill them? For your father?"
Vral looks downward; slowly looking up once again he returns Xytan's gaze with such intensity that t caused Xytan to flinch. "You would dare ask me if I find pleasure in the slaughter of billions?" Vral asked calmly, grasping the hilt of his energy sword, but not igniting it. Xytan knew he had made a mistake.
He knew that Vral did not use his family's name to achieve his rank of Fleetmaster, he had fought and climbed up the ranks from Minor until he had achieved his dream, the rank of Fleetmaster like his father, the rank his father had held before being forced to suffocate in an escape pod after being jettisoned from the Adjacent Justice. After Vral had heard he vowed vengeance, tracking his father's killer to the human planet Skopje.
With Xytan now remembering exactly what he was dealing with, the Revenant of Skopje, who after being set aflame by an incendiary grenade turned to slay the one who had harmed him only for him to find a *demon then while his Legion was push into retreat he had to be manhandled by four other Sangheili, later he found out that that demon was the sole reason the Covenant didn't have complete control over the planet , swearing revenge for the dishonor the demon dealt to him he said he would take the stronghold himself, before he left the main Covenant force he addressed his men, saying that he shall not return until the honor that the demon had stolen from him was repaid in kind, he returned the next night covered in human blood with two trophies with him, one a battered U.N.S.C. flag riddled with holes and drenched in blood, and a helmet, the helmet of the demon, a Spartan, the best group of soldier's the galaxy has ever seen. Both trophies coming from the human command post in a stone stronghold near the capital.
Seeing as Xytan wasn't going to speak, Vral turns saying "If this is the *Sangheili who is leading us, then perhaps it has come for our time to end." With his piece said he marched towards the hall doors, to leave dishonorable cowards playing with politics. Activating his com-link he spoke, "Pilot, make ready to leave this den of cowardice." The pilot responded, saying, "Understood Fleetmaster."
-Meanwhile on the Sublime Transcendence-
-Time Skip-
(CSO- Supercarrier, Age of Vengeance)
Deep within the bowels of the colossal vessel, *Shipmaster Ripa' Voramee, sighed for the umpteenth time today. "Sensors, report!" "The Fleetmaster's ship has landed in hangar 3-A." Replied Minor Jul' Noramee, the Vengeance's resident *navigator. "Have the fleet make ready to enter slipspace." "Yes Shipm-"" Shipmaster I'm reading radiation, similar to a *human nuclear device but much stronger!" said the usually relaxed Noramee interrupting Major Mar' Tukamee, the helmsman of the Vengeance. "Get us to slipspace NOW!" shouted Voramee to Tukamee. At this time the bridge door opened revealing Vral.
Vral entered the bridge to find it full of commotion… it might be because Noramee's radiological alarm was going off… or the fact that on the starboard view screen there was a mass maelstrom of explosive energy near where the rest of the Covenant Separatist fleet was located…or that the caffeination station was being used by Vral's *Mgalekgolo guards, Sabaku and Tapano… wait what? Checking once again, he looked just in time to see numerous separatist vessels being consumed by nuclear fire before entering the slipspace portal, escaping although not undamaged.
Before the aft of the Vengeance could enter slipspace and escape, the *EMP hit and although the shields dampened the pulse it still caused a surge throughout the Vengeance scrambling the Slipspace coordinates for the fleet under the command of Vral, the Fleet of Glorious Reverence, sending them off into the unknown. As this was happening he failed to realize something, Mgalekgolo and caffeine don't mix well, it was going to be a long ride.
-Scene Break—
Hades Nexus
Argos Archeological Camp
Arelia T'Loak, a giddy, 83 year old Asari archeology student for the Athame Institute of History on Illium, groaned in irritation as she once again had to clean the dig tools. This sucks.
Hearing a slight buzzing sound she looked to the sky to find a small black dot growing larger by the second. Oh no. Standing up she began to run towards the camp.
Half way back to the camp she hears the thunderous roar of engines looking above her she caught sight of a Batarian slaver drop ship heading away from the camp.
As Arelia crests the top of the hill, she finds the camp below filled with Batarians. I'm too late. Thinking ahead she began to activate an emergency tracker beacon on her Omni-Tool.
"Don't move!" a gruff sounding voice commanded behind her.
Slowly looking behind, she saw a Batarian pirate aiming an assault rifle at her back. Looking forward again, she slowly raised her hands in the air, "Ok, my hands are up."
Hearing foot steps behind her as the pirate approached, she heard, "Go!" the Batarian commanded her.
Stumbling forward she thought, Goddess, someone help us, as she made her way down the hill into the science camp, which was now under the control of the Bakfapos Stellar Cartel.
-With the Vengeance-
Clutching his head Vral groaned, while sitting in his command chair. As it turns out having two hyper, 10,000 pound orange worm colonies in armor, trying to sing is not very peaceful.
As the twins started to sing their third iteration about Litter Lice, Vral sighed once again. Sensing his friend's annoyance Voramee spoke to the twins, "Sabaku, Tapano, I do believe that the troops need to know the danger of Litter Lice."
Turning their 'heads' towards one another they nod then leave the control room.
Looking at Voramee, Vral growled, "You couldn't have done that earlier?" Voramee responded by smirking, annoying Vral further.
Sighing once more, he asked for a report, "Stations, report."
Noramee started off saying, "Sensors are reporting a Gas Giant ahead, approximately fifteen million *units away from our current location on the edge of the system." Engineer Specialist Yka 'Dantakee was next, "Minor system damage, repaired soon." After the motor-mouth finished his report, General Sesa 'Vadamee, the only female in the control center and Chief-of-Security, stated hers, "No breaches detected and all patrols report clear, brother." Major 'Tukamee was the last to report, "Fleetmaster there's a problem, that gas giant we are heading towards, I have checked and rechecked, is Sanghelios."
- Chapter End-
*Fleetmaster- Covenant equivalent of an Admiral
*Imperial Fleetmaster- Covenant equivalent of a Fleet Admiral
*Covenant- a collection of multiple races united in a holy covenant for their near fanatical faith in the Great Journey
* Jiralhanae- known as Brutes in the Halo universe, large monkey like species able to easily overpower Spartans
*demon- Covenant name for Spartans
*Shipmaster- Covenant equivalent of a Captain
*navigator- person in charge of the ships sensors and FTL navigation
*human nuclear device- nuclear bomb
*Mgalekgolo- known as hunters in the Halo universe, walking tank made up of colonies of worms bonding together
*units- units of measurement used in place of kilometers, minutes, hours, and meters