Prologue

Tartarus' hammer crushed the elite's chest as if the thick armor was made of tin foil. Tartarus brought the giant weapon up around his head and let it fall crushing the skull of an elite sneaking behind. He pulled his hammer from the ground and swung it like a club sending another elite sailing through the air.
The Arbiter watched, angered with each failed attempt to kill the brute leader. He loaded his carbine and jumped down into the ensuing battle below. He unloaded the fresh clip into the back of the hulking beast's head, the rounds merely gaining the brute's attention as they bounced of the shields emanating from the hammer.
Tartarus turned, glaring down at the Arbiter.
"You insolent little worm. The Prophets should have killed you," he said turning and starting towards the Arbiter, "I will enjoy watching you die," he said grabbing the Arbiter by throat and lifting him to eye level.
Suddenly out of nowhere, three particle beam shots hit Tartarus in the face, killing his shields and knocking the Arbiter from his grasp.
"Hey, ugly, how'd that taste?" The human yelled from the platform above. The Arbiter grabbed his fallen and empty carbine by the barrel and brought the butt of it over the unshielded brute's head, shattering the weapon to pieces.
"Is that all," Tartarus laughed getting up from his knee, the shield flickering back into existence. The brute sent his hammer flying, sending the Arbiter into the air and then into a wall.
Arbiter looked up in a daze as the huge beast came walking forward, laughing. Tartarus bent down to pick the dazed elite back up and finish the job, when three more shots rang out, killing his shielding once again. He looked up to see the human once again but this time smiling and waving down to him.
The Arbiter, still in a daze, found a human weapon immediately to his right. Seeing his chance, he pulled the weapon to himself and pumped it as he saw hundreds of humans do before. He stood up shoved the barrel of the weapon into the brute's muscular stomach. Tartarus, realizing what was happening, looked back at his foe in shock.
"For all my brothers blood you have spilled," the Arbiter said with malice as he pulled the trigger. The weapon erupted and spewed forth fire and shrapnel into the living wall of pure muscle that was the brute's torso. The weapon shredded the skin, penetrated the muscular armor, and attacked what ever vital organ lay between the barrel and the beasts back. Tartarus stood for a moment before finally falling backwards, his huge bulk making the floor tremble beneath the Arbiter's feet.
"Good-bye Tartarus," the Arbiter said turning to see the female human remove the Icon from its cradle. The station trembled for a moment and returned to normal. Seven holograms of the other ring worlds appeared, hovering where the Icon sat prior. The other human, clinging to the Oracle, floated down to meet the female.
"What is it?" the female human asked as the Oracle let the other drop off.
"A beacon," the Oracle replied hovering a foot over the humans heads.
"What is it doing?" the female asked, entranced with the rings hovering peacefully. 'It's hard to believe anything so beautiful could be so destructive,' she thought to her self.
"Communicating at super luminal speeds with a frequency of…." the Oracle replied amused at the human's apparent admiration of the stations.
"Communicating with what?" the female asked firmly trying to resist pulling the insane light bulb apart piece by piece.
"The other installations," the Oracle replied, confused as to why the humans would ask such an obvious question.
"Show me," the female demanded, calming down now that the machine was starting to give her answers.
"Failsafe protocol, in the event of an unexpected shut down the entire system will move to stand by status. All remaining installations are now ready for remote activation," he responded pondering why the humans of all creatures would not know the protocol.
"Remote activation, from here?" the female asked confused.
"Don't be ridiculous," the Oracle cackled from above.
"Listen tinker bell, don't make me…." the other human began as the female rested a hand upon his shoulder, implying to calm down.
"Then where? Where would someone go to activate the other rings?" the female asked calmly.
"Why, the Ark of course," the Oracle replied, finally realizing why the humans seemed so puzzled, why the Reclaimer resisted activating installation 04. It all made sense now.
"And where, Oracle, is that?" The Arbiter asked limping behind the humans