A soft burst of gas erupted out of the side of the Unggoy's helmet as it breathed slowly, its large reptilian paws covering its face as it slept peacefully at the side of the hanger bay overlook. As it shuffled its chest up and down, the shields of the hanger door opened suddenly; awaking the grunt quickly to monitor what was coming in to the corvette, luckily it was only a purple ornate banshee that thundered in to park with the rest of the covenant aircraft. Satisfied with the safety of his kin, the Unggoy deacon readjusted his arms and crouched down to peacefully fall to sleep.

A white limb ripped itself out of the purple banshee; opening the bonnet and letting himself escape the vehicle while assessing the lack of covenant in the hanger bay. He crept forward slowly, aiming for the weapon stack on the wall and grabbing an unidentified Carbine rifle; sticking a green canister into the covenant weapon and taking a step forward.

South growled as he monitored his situation, running up to the hanger bay doors with a vengeful anger and rushing through to get into the main arena bay of the whole Corvette; he knew that if he rushed past the interior of the ship without being detected then the assassination on Shipmaster Bremat would be undergrown with fruitful resuts.

Meanwhile
"The Hierarch wished to congratulate you on your success Shipmaster" The Sangheili pilot spoke to him quickly, kneeling in the aggressive General's presence.
Bremat nodded once, twitching his mandibles together in violent anticipation as he growled out to every covenant race in the cockpit, "Prepare the Reconciliation of Lies to follow the Thunder into the shield world, victory shall be ours."

The Storm creatures roared in achievement, raising their reptilian like fists in triumph over their collected victory. Three large Ultra Sangheili growled with them and started leaving the cockpit, waking straight out of the main revolving doors and waking through a collection of corridors.

"Do you really believe that we will traverse the great journey?" One of the white clad elite's rumbled optimistically as he discharged the blue plasma rife and stuck it into his thigh holster.
"I believe in my orders O'dmaara" another Ultra replied quickly without further comment or any intention to continue the conversation.

Suddenly something quickly moved to the side, a large white body ripped through the augmented gravity and smashed into the side of one Sangheili Ultra; stabbing it in the neck three times and letting purple blood splatter all over the wall.
The two other Ultra's roared in frustration at the sudden and brutal death, the first rushing forward without weapon in his arms as he kicked his right leg forward straight into the chest of the intruder; meaning to kick the pathetic human back into the wall.

South growled ferociously as the two toed boot smashed into him, but with the resilience of a tank; the white Spartan IV held his ground and grabbed the thigh of the Sangheili; twisting it to the side and breaking the Elite's femur so it fell heavily to the ground. It roared out in pain as it's knee was completely bent backwards, finally looking up to see the Spartan fire a green sharp projectile straight through the Ultra's eye and exploding out of the back of its neck.

A hiss erupted out of the last white clad Sangheili warrior, the final elite had had the thought to stick back and activate the blue energy sword it possessed in its rough reptilian paw. With a quick lunge, the Ultra spun the blade crudely upwards and slashed the Carbine rifle in half with a spark of green light.
South hissed right back at the Ultra, not making a move as they both circled each other; a symmetrical powerful image of two large White armour clad warrior's, one of them carrying an energy sword and the other held nothing but a K-Bar knife.

Finally the Sangheili made his move, lunging forward quickly with his sword arm and the rest of his body; unfortunately the elite missed the elusive Spartan IV, stabbing straight into the purple wall of the corridor. South reacted even quicker, dodging the initial assault and stabbing the knife straight across the throat of the final Elite.
The Ultra gulped violently, purple blood spilling down his chest as he weakly attempted to rip the plasma blade out of the wall without success before he fell to his knees feebly.

South stepped forward to the wall quickly, grabbing the white holster and successfully ripping it straight out of the wall; where the first thing he did was to skewer the Ultra from abdomen to neck.

Meanwhile
"Barricade that door you imbecile's!" General Bremat roared to them all, letting the lesser covenant warriors attempt to defend themselves from the human force outside. Although the Shipmaster was unsure about how many forces were on the other side, but there had to be enough to rip through the imperial might of the Storm wardens.

A flash of blue sparked from the inside of the cockpit door, slowly cutting through the heavy metal with the extreme heat and mere sharpness of the energy blade; as the General watched, a hunk of metal melted completely and fell down to the ground in liquid form.
Smoke erupted out of the door as more metal dissolved quickly, obscuring the sight of the invading force from Bremat and the few Unggoy and Kig-Yar operators. Suddenly three small blue objects were ditched through the hole and impacted against a few Grunt pilots, letting them flail around in fear as the plasma grenades detonated violently.

A white figure rushed into the room with the speed of a true demon, jumping back and forth in an aggressive dance of death defying lunges. Bursts of luminous sky blue blood mixed with the purple of the Jackals as every member of the cockpit was cut down one by one.

One Kig-Yar managed to activate the heavy buckler and let a circular dome of energy spew into a protective barrier; only for the White Spartan IV to rush forward and literally stab the energy sword straight through the shield in an explosion of white plasma.
A screech echoed through the cockpit as the blade continued to cut down the plasma barrier, cackling energy spewed out of all sides until finally the sword severed the buckler of the Jackal and stabbed it straight though the heart.

South stood back and withdrew the energy sword, letting a goblet of purple blood splatter across the floor as the Jackal feel straight on its face. Then he turned to his side and raised it again at the one Sangheili who had remained alive after the initial assault, General Bremat stood at the neck of the cockpit with an energy sword outstretched in its taloned arm.

"So you came back to exact vengeance" Bremat chuckled cruelly, a sense of maniacal wonder running over his rough tone, "How typical of your race, but your flawed attempt ends with me filthy human."
South walked forward quickly, lifting the blade in anticipation at the oncoming assault whilst saying no words himself.

"Nothing to say Demon?" The General roared at him, readying his grip to swing the blade across to slit the human's neck with one quick lunge, "Then I am left to ask, do you fight with honour you filth?"

"NO!" South roared outloud in complete anger and pain, his jugular stressing in an un-calibrated form of speech as he made one final step forward and literally flung his energy sword towards the golden enemy in front of him; watching with an ill intent as the blade seeked down and cut straight into the lower chest of the General in an eruption of purple blood and cackling blue plasma.

Bremat groaned as a tube of guts fell down to the ground, the energy sword holding him in place as it stabbed him through the gut and then through the wall behind. Finally a vomit of purple blood fell down to the earth and the General finally pitched forwards in an un-ceremonial act of death.