Green fire smashed through second remains of gates, completely obliterating the minor obstacle, letting the covenant Storm warriors rush inside and swarm the entire first channel of the lunar base 'Shield'. A large golden prominent figure detached himself from the unstoppable formation of fanatical races. The Sangheili general walked over the destroyed ground of the moon, letting his mask protect him from the lifeless vacuum of space and the heavy gravitational pull keep him situated on the floor. His name was 'Bremat', the heavy hitter general of the Assault Carrier 'Razor' who had been tasked with the duty of breaking into the pathetic human excuse of a base.

A moan caught the General's attention, after twisting his massive muscular and vicious face to the side he managed to see the amusing sight of a marine on the floor, slowly dying of his wounds in a dreadful manner. Plasma burns burnt long, and the golden Sangheili knew that this human would take a long time to die, and it would be painful all along the way.
Bremat ripped out his large ornate energy handle and activated it swiftly; letting a symmetrical bloom of blue energy explode out and form into a blade.

"Please just end it" The marine begged, his own helmet was starting to rupture and let in a torrent of vacuum that would undoubtedly kill him horribly. Bremat watched over the human slowly, letting his prescience inspire both fear and relief as he decided the best way to end the marine's suffering and continue on his way.
But then he didn't.
Bremat turned around without a word, letting the human gurgle violently while vomiting blood into the vacuum of space; the two pale eyes watching the elite walk away without a word or sense of decency towards him.

The golden Sangheili travelled ahead, staring upwards at the descending phantom that was about to drop of a very important set of cargo and personal that would no doubt change the tide of this ongoing battle. The green torrent of flames behind him started up again as the Scarab entered the 'Shield' base over the top with its massive legs and a powerful turret firing down on the marines bunkered down.

Finally the phantom dropped down onto the moon and unleashed its primary hanger doors, suddenly six Jiralhanae jumped out of the vehicle and landed heavily on the solid ground; many of the brutes carried together two large missile human canisters. They were led by a massive brute Chieftain that carried a gravity hammer and was equipped with black and red reinforced armour that protected Tangarus's face from the vacuum of space.

Bremat stood back as the procession of Jiralhanae spurred forward without a word, they rumbled after the Chieftain with a combined purpose.
The purpose of finally destroying this pesky base, killing all those inside and continuing the plans of the Thunder under the command of the high Hierarch; Storm.

Meanwhile
"Brace!" A marine shouted as the second last frame of doors buckled violently, green fire spewed out of the sides and onto the floor. Twelve soldiers rammed the door shut, trying to prevent the gate to be blown open by the unstoppable force of the covenant storm Scarab outside.

Lucifer helped the marines smash the door shut, adding his reinforced strength and weight to assist in the survival of the base; although in his mind, the protection of 'Lunar' was starting to become a fruitless task. The commander of 'Shield' had joined them with reinforcements a few minutes ago, replenishing the tired soldiers with new meat; but now they had all been pushed back to the second last courtyard. They were two gates away from the primary holding pen of the entire base; the covenant had advanced quickly and given no pause or collection of prisoners. The slaughter of the soldiers had demoralised the rest of the units, and the indestructible presence of the accursed Scarab wasn't helping; the UNSC numbers had easily been cut down to forty soldiers left, and they were either injured or completely demoralised.

The commander wasn't helping either, "The fortifications have failed, now all there is to do is wait" he summed up the scenario, acting defeated and weakened.

Lucifer shook his head and continued to block the door with his immense bulk, no matter how many columns would fall; he would defend the base and these men with his life. But the pointlessness of his position proved to be his downfall as another massive volley of green plasma smashed into the gate and immediately snapped it into hundreds of metal fragments, fire and smoke. The black Spartan flew backwards from the explosion and smashed straight into the opposing wall of the corridor that slowly led to the final door.

Lucifer slowly assembled himself and started to stand up to a crouching position, the other marines started to aim their rifles straight for the large gap in their defences that was currently covered with smoke and green fire.

Then suddenly a small figure jumped out of the smoke, it was a Unggoy minor that was sprinting through the smoky gap and carrying a plasma grenade in either large hand; it was shrieking loudly and allowing methane gas to escape as it sprinted straight for the marines on a suicide run.
It exploded loudly, detonating the grenades as well as its own tank with a vicious anger; the blue and green explosion rocketed throughout the entire base; three marines were flung back to the wall without remorse, their limbs ripped away and the plasma sparks burning through their skin.
And more grunts kept running towards them, shrieking loudly and preparing to detonate the grenades they carried in their large palms.