Summary/disclaimer: Time for another chapter of the Betrayed. Enjoy the 1000- word chapter. I don't own Halo, Microsoft and 343 do.

(Citadel, Arc.)

The 8 Type-44 Phantoms set in like maggots as the Elite Rangers, Brute Minors and over 2 Dozen Grunt Minors prepared for battle, above them, the Betrayed fleet launched Type-26 Banshees and fired Plasma Torpedoes at the energy shield.

"Brothers of the Betrayed… This task is simple and yet the most important one the Betrayed have ever taken in our brief history… The Prophet of Truth cowers behind that shield like an insect… Even the full might of our, the Sangheili and Human's fleets will not crack the shields… You must disable the controls so we may lay waste to the Covenant and claim our glory after the hell they put us through!"

Decessus hissed as the transmission cut silent, the Phantoms dropped off the Betrayed soldiers on a hill as they set out to disable the shield and allow their fleet to do the rest.

(Betrayed Flagship RCS-Class Armored Cruiser Broken Devotion.)

Decessus watched on the Holotable as his soldiers traded fire with the Covenant Loyalists, one Brute Minor fell, then another, and another as Betrayed Brutes cut them down like chaff.

"Not even full bombardment from the main projector and guns will damage the shield?"

Decessus asked, crossing his arms as a stubborn Brute Chieftain fell over, a spike in his chest as the Betrayed forces stepped over him like spilled hay.

"No, Chieftain…. We have confirmed that the shields could take the firepower of thousands of ships far stronger then we and remain active… Ground teams are reporting that more Covenant air forces are coming in… Banshees and Phantoms."

One of the Brute Minors at a communication station said as Decessus growled and turned to his weapons and ground commander officers.

"Set the Pulse Lasers to blow them out of the air and dispatch pods for assault on the Citadel once the shields fall… Once they do… Tell me the second they do."

Decessus said as he stomped out of the room, he marched to his quarters as he could hear more Phantoms and Banshees being launched and the pulse lasers on Devotion warming up as he reached his room.

He opened the door and reached for his armor and Gravity Hammer.

He would personally see to Truth's death; the Prophet would die at his hand.

(Forerunner Shield Tower.)

The Last Covenant Jackal Minor fell to the ground as the squad of Brute Minor stepped into the room. They looked over at the console at the other end of the room to see that several Elite Minors had already deactivated the shield generator.

"Why didn't you tell us that the Fleet master had sent a team to deactivate the tower?"

One of the Brute Minors asked as the Elite was about to speak up when a massive boom broke the silence as several massive objects began to fall from orbit.

"The Parasite, what the hell are…. CHIEFTAIN, THE PARASITE IS HERE, THE PARASITE IS-…"

One of the Brutes started to yell, he was cut off as a piece of the massive falling object narrowly missed Devotion and slammed into Shadow of Intent as the Brutes and Elites growled in anger as a pod smashed through the window.

"KILL THE PARASITE!"

The Brute Chieftain said as the Elites and Brutes turned their weapons towards the pods as Flood began to climb out of the pods.

(Broken Devotion.)

Decessus stormed back to the bridge amid a dozen or so comm signals and saw the Covenant and his, Separatist and Human forces all firing blindly at forms off screen as he stormed back to his command chair, Gravity hammer in hand and armor strapped on.

"What the hell is going on? There's about a hundred calls going on and the battle net lit up like the Humans set off a nuke… What the hell happened?!"

Decessus hissed as the entire bridge crew looked at him as a massive crash tossed all of them to their feet besides Decessus.

"The Parasite is loose on the Arc, Chieftain… There is about a dozen or so forms and climbing at the moment… It appears High Charity has crashed and is spilling the parasite all over the Arc."

The Communication officer reported as Decessus grunted in annoyance as he turned to his weapon officer.

"How much firepower do we need to burn the Flood away from us? I don't care if the Flood exist at the moment so much as they don't get in the way… We can simply destroy High Charity if we have to… My bigger question is how long until they start trying to kill us all…"

Decessus mused to himself as the Flood on the screen continued to grow, he turned to the bridge crew and spoke up.

"How much longer until-…"

Decessus started to ask before the shield flickered and died on the hologram as he smirked.

"Bring the Devotion over the Capital and turn it to glass… If you can't, I will kill Truth… No, actually, burn the Flood first… Leave the Parasite to me, brothers."

Decessus stated and marched towards the gravity lift and rode it down to the ground, he dusted himself off and keyed his command channel.

"Brothers of the Betrayed… Hear me… The Flood is here and the Arc is broken… But Truth remains… We will march to the Citadel, drag him to the snow screaming, and kill him for his crimes, march to the Citadel!"

Decessus barked as he waved his Gravity Hammer in the air and screamed a blood thirsty war cry.

Author notes

Ok, for people like Worthless Cleric who are asking where the hell the next chapter is since it's been a year, this story is on hold, I am currently up to my waist in new stories and don't have time for this one… That being said, I will post when I have time for another chapter. Until then, Lighting Wolf out!

PS: This story will be going to Halo Wars 2. And Worthless Cleric is the name of a gust on fanfic, it isn't an insult.