"Start from the beginning" the voice called out from the darkness.
Gabriel smashed the table in front of him in frustration, its steel frame buckled under his collected weight and anger, "I told you this already!" He was sick of being treated like a criminal, somewhere out there; the forces of Storm were starting to amass under one banner and here he was, being interrogated.
"Evidently you didn't Spartan; whatever happened at High Peak is still going through your head." The voice called out again, "Tell us what happened!"
The Blue Spartan IV growled angrily, he had been dragged to this interrogation right after the events on glassed Trident. And then he began to tell and relive his old memories. It had all started with the one mission, him and his squad; a five man squad of Spartan IV soldiers, with a simple objective to secure and assist a UNSC Frigate over a forerunner discovery. The Covenant had shared the discovery for a short moment, keeping faithful to the Priority 2 Agreement. However, the sighting of a second covenant ship had caused tense relationships, especially when the new Supreme Carrier had declared war on them and killed half his squad in a single swipe.
Gabriel's involvement in the issue had ended as soon as him and a squad mate had gone head to head against the forces in hopes to halt the uncovering of the forerunner site; which could lead to dramatic and terrible outcomes, and that's where everything had turned to hell.
"So you say that the Sangheili Zealot named Mort'ang, betrayed your squad and killed two of your team-mates?" The voice called out, "This is old news Gabriel, what happened to you?"
The Spartan clenched his armoured gloves as he remembered what had attacked him from behind, the massive black elite they named 'The Harbinger of Storm'. The creature had wasted him, enjoying every second as it broke the Spartan's bones and finally sliced his arm of with its energy reaper.
"Yes and what happened then? How did you make it out of that situation?"
Gabriel stopped for a second before slowly replying, "A pelican came and picked me up, took me back to the Red Dusk and immediately patched me in for medication and healing operations."
"Stop!" The voice called out, "The Harbinger Gabriel, what happened to him! What did he do to you!?"
The Spartan IV stood up immediately, roaring as he paced around the half destroyed desk, "He took my arm and laughed as I saw my best friend get decapitated in front of me! What more do you want!" his voice was loosely based around hysteria.
Another voice took over, a calmer and more resolved voice, "Very well, go back to your quarters and prepare yourself for final dispensation. That suit belongs to ONI now."
Gabriel growled but complied, walking outside the opening door quickly and leaving the interrogation behind.
Meanwhile
The phantom swung through the low atmosphere slowly, going up into the waiting hanger bay of the large Covenant Corvette 'Reconciliation of Lies' that was amassed behind the large planet of Trident; it was followed by two small shuttles that entered the hanger bay doors together.
Gas oozed out of the purple vehicle as it landed slowly, unloading the collection of Jiralhanae and Kig-Yar scouts as well as the Havoc Nukes that they were carrying. They unloaded all of the large cylinder tubes from the shuttle, moving them to a secure location.
Finally the golden zealot jumped out of the vehicle, it grabbed at the purple blood that was weeping through his lower torso. Two bullets resided in his flesh, two bullets that he would have to pull out himself; or risk the dishonour of having a doctor spill his blood on the floor.
He walked up to the communications terminal inside the hanger bay, activating it to all the piloting operators in the cockpit of the large vessel. Sangheili stood at the deck with other storm soldiers; including Grunts and even Brutes now.
"Brothers" He spat, "Secure all Havoc nukes in the lower bay and make sure the radiation doesn't interfere with our generators."
The pilots nodded once, some of them honking their affirmation.
"And ready the Reconciliation of lies to slip-space jump directly." Mort'ang continued, grumbling as he ripped one of the bullets out of his belly; he wrapped it up quickly with a bandage as he spoke, "Get us to the Thunder, all orders will be portrayed through me for any more movements."
"Yes your excellency" They all spoke together, exactly how Storm had trained them to do.