HALO THE PURGE
The Arbiter looked up. He saw the massive clumsy human ship fall ungracefully out of the sky. He sighed inwardly. The humans. So juvenile. He would much prefer to ride in a Phantom dropship. But still. It was at least a way to get off this blasted rock. Still, better than serving the Prophet's and the Covenant's lies. He jumped nimbly into the Pelican, and picked a seat near the door. He sat down as best as his developed heel could. He found the humans' seats so uncomfortable. But a ride was a ride. He felt the Pelican shooting into the air, and with a matter of minutes cleared the upper stratosphere. In about 15 minutes, they reached the humans cruiser, Armageddon. Its huge weapon batterries protruding out of its dull hull, like surgical equipment left in the patient. As they neared the Armageddon, Purge saw how huge it was. It was nearly half the size of his cruiser, Purgeatorium. But then Sanghielli ships were huge compared to human ones. He felt the tremor as the docking clamps clamped the pelican to the ship. After about 2 minutes, the hatch doors opened, and purge got to see the massive vehicle bay of the cruiser. He jumped off the pelican, taking in everything, as he turned to talk to the human called 'Six', he saw 4 barrels of 4 shotguns pointed at his head. He grunted, a Sanghielli way of being submissive. But because of his deep, rumbling voice, it sounded like a terrifying challenge. "That's enough of that, mister." said a gruff voice.
Purge turned to see a black-skinned human with an assault rifle in his hands. "Johnson, stand down, he is a friend." said the familiar voice of Six.
"Alright. Men you heard the man, arms down. C'mon now ladies." the marines tentatively put their weapons down.
Purge snapped his mandibles. His armour made a solid thunking sound. "Watch it buddy." said the black-skinned male.
Purge turned and followed Six. On the way, the little party got stopped quite a lot by marines who yanked their pistols out of their loose holsters aiming them at Purge's head.
Eventually, the party got to the command centre. Six fired up the comm. He put a channel through to General Hammond. Who seeing Purge said, "Six, What the hell are you doing?" this was when Six handed over to Purge who explained how him and his cruiser had seen the lies . and turned to the more open way of wondering the galaxy.
"Mmm? Oh really? Wel l then, I hope Six has shown you your room ambassador." Said the general.
"No need, human. I have already-"
"SIR! Sanghielli ship de-cloaking off our port bow. Charging weapons!"said an eager voice to Purge's left.
In two long bounds, Purge had skipped over the tactical holo-table, over the captains chair and directly behind the speaker, before anyone could stop him. He grabbed the marine by the collar of his crew jumpsuit and yanked him out of his chair and into the captains chair. He drew his energy sword and advanced toward the marine who was literally wetting himself, but then he stopped as he heard the clicking of a few dozen pistols, shotguns, rifles etc. He let go of the stricken marine and de-activated his sword. "That is my ship, caut'ho'r. The Purgeatorium. My thanks for your hospitality." And then he faded out of sight.
Purge saw the human bridge fade out, then saw the familiarity of his own bridge fade in before him. Before long he could hear the drippy voice of his not actual servant, Azria. "Oh master, you have returned! Oh master, how might I please you today, Oh great one!" Azria came scurrying out of acorner somewhere.
Purge backhanded him in the face, with force sufficient to throw him out of the pressure door and halfway down the corridor beyond it. "Ah, Ar'mu'hut!" said the Purge.
"Purge." Said the Sanghielli navigator. Most Sanghielli were about 8-9 foot, were as Purge was bigger at about 12-13 foot and a lot, lot, stronger. Ar'muh'ut was tall for a Sanghielli at about 10 foot, but Purge dwarfed him in every way, as he did every other Sanghielli. Send a message to the human ship. They must follow us. Purge sat down in his captains seat and said "Engage."