The singular shard of hardened metal quickly slotted into place, clicking almost crudely as its entire magazine was screwed into the entire small firearm. Then without remorse or mercy, a volley of the spike's erupted out of the crude weapon in a small cloud explosion of red fragmentised blooms of heat and a puff of grey smoke. The singular long bladed spike spiralled through the augmented atmosphere hungrily, rotating slightly against a gust of heat that flared out from the generator's exhaust fumes before it cut straight through the misty fumes and cut into the black ebony soft flesh of a kneeling Sangheili; splurging out a thick volley of purple blood and causing the once powerful warrior to fall down to the ground in a splatter of death.
"Slaughter them all!" The large hulking mesh of muscle, flesh and fur roared out in fury; spittle rushing out between its heavy grim tusks. The Jiralhanae minor's growled in mutual agreement and unleashed a volley of spike and red flashing plasma rounds to impact against the harmless and defenceless members of the Sangheili pilots.
Two small Unggoy minors squawked out in confusion at the sudden display of aggressive murder that they had witnessed; looking from the violent Brute assaulters and the victimised Elite corpses that had started to pile up from inside the purple corridor. However before the two methane breathing creatures could even attempt to choose a side, the large horde of ravenous crude hairy beasts smashed down and cut them both down without mercy or remorse; one of the Jiralhanae biting down and ripping out the methane tank of one grunt with its own tusks.
"Search the ship" One surprisingly massive armour clad Jiralhanae Chieftain marched forward and heaved its hairy and muscled forearm to point at the purple doors with its other talon holding onto the gravity hammer. A heavy gust of warm breath quickly escaped out of its maw as it continued to growl out "Slaughter all heretics that threaten the great journey, we as the Jiralhanae will lead the way and not let these scum halt our path!"
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Screams of pain and roars of fury brought the creature to slowly rise, usually awakening himself would be something more encumbering despite his military experience; but due to the issue of survival instinctual reactions the ebony black creature had managed to lift himself upwards quicker than a Kig-Yar.
Aethos growled out as the blasts of plasma quickly interrupted its own thoughts; his four mandibles spreading in anticipation and confusion as the sound of murder and violence started creeping into his own quarters. The growl swiftly converted to initial confusion to enraged frustration as he looked down at his own body, a simple loincloth covered his vulnerable flesh and he was completely unarmed; if he was assaulted then a simple volley of shots would dispatch his own life-force without a problem.
Suddenly a scream interrupted his own thoughts, ripping through the dorm as a thump ravaged itself against the wall right outside his room with a violent thud that splattered purple blood across the floor. Aethos reacted quickly, jumping to the side and attempting to hide himself behind the thick purple cabinet that dominated the side of the room. The concept of hiding from his enemy tugged on his own honour system but he knew that in order to destroy the assaulter he would need to gain access to his weaponry and armour.
As the almost naked Sangheili warrior crawled under his own metallic cot, the terrifying sound of his door smashing open suddenly filled the entire room; fragments of metal and plasma splattering across the floor and almost skidding to the hiding elite's position.
Two massive hairy taloned feet smashed against the purple floor, slowly traversing over the metallic ground almost ominously as the thick heavy beat of deep animalistic husky breath slowly spilled over and almost caused the hidden elite warrior to recoil in disgust.
A hideous slow grumble erupted out of the new assaulter as it stepped forward and searched around the entire room for its prey that it wished to slaughter. The two muscular and hairy feet slowly traversed every corner of the room in something close to confusion; Aethos could almost sense the hatred that emanated out of this invading enemy as it growled out again due to the lack of prey.
The ebony coloured Sangheili breathed in slowly through his mandibles, allowing them to regulate his own Respiratory system in order to maintain and control any noise that might escape and thus betray his location to this monster. He could feel his own chest thumping hurriedly in fear, not only would he be slaughtered if he was discovered but he would be killed in a position that screamed out the lack of honour he possessed.
Suddenly with a roar of fury, the assaulting creature lowered its entire frame until two large burly forearms smashed into the ground; helping to lower it down to the ground and look upon any unfortunate creature hiding underneath the temporary purple board that served as a cot. Then with a satisfied growl the monster's entire frame levelled unto the ground and its red gleaming eyes scanned over and zeroed in on its target.
"Found you!" The tusked hairy creature roared out in gleeful crude happiness, a satisfied and cruel grin ripping through its remorseless face as it reached out and attempted to fire its crimson encased plasma rifle at the exposed Sangheili.
For his part, Aethos roared out in rage and spasmed his right muscular leg forward in order to snap backwards and impact violently against the brute's face; allowing brown blood and the crack of a bone breaking due to the ferocious but admirable kick. As the Jiralhanae fell backwards in pain and suffocation from the pooling blood, the elite slowly crawled out of the hole and moved forward to stand up successfully.
Aethos breathed in quickly as he looked down at the enraged brute, considering the possibility to question the violent creature as he kneeled down and scooped the crimson encased plasma rifle of the ground and activated it harshly. Suddenly a roar erupted out of the brute as it rushed its arms upwards in hopes to rip the Sangheili apart; but only managing to cause the elite to react instinctively and stick the plasma rifle straight into the Jiralhanae's maw in order to open fire and rip its skull apart with the volley of superheated crimson plasma goblets.
A resounded sigh slowly seeped out of the thick mandibles of the ebony coloured Sangheili, he had killed men before but never a member of the covenant armada; and even though his race had held a renounced hatred for the brutes he had never considered actually killing one before. Despite the slow shiver of guilt he felt, he knew that he had done what was needed in order to protect himself and silence this heresy clad murder.
And so Aethos growled out and raised the crimson clad plasma rifle into a firing position, it may be less effective than the original version of this firearm but was superior to the notion of defending himself unarmed. Finally the Sangheili stepped forward, slowly creeping out of his room and looking out to the corridor that encased the entire covenant battle cruiser for any assaulting Brute's or victimised Elites.