PROLOGUE
The Major set one glove on the hatchet of the black clad prototype. Pulling it up had sent a pleasant feeling down his spine. Reaching for the radio he had finally broken blackout regulation and contacted the rest of his armored unit. He had opened his dry lips and barked into the radio "Go."
The words pinged through the vehicle and then there was only silence in the green field. An eternity had gone by in Cobar's thought devoid mind as his hands gripped hard on the controls of the tank. The silence had been shattered by the roar of artillery batteries raining down lead on the horizon. Tank engines sparked to life and heavy treads begun rolling. Cobar's bott slammed the metal pedal rocking the vehicle into forward motion. In the air endless formations of flying metal zoomed above the armored column providing cover.
On his screen the Major saw the unmissable purple that Covenant vehicles dawned. 'Style over finesse' Cobar thought to himself as he gently squeezed the trigger. The 150mm gun lit up and launched a single high-explosive shell that flew gracefully through the air until coming in contact with the Covenant vehicle lighting it up in a ball of pink fire. Before Cobar could fully appreciate the lightshow, he had set his eyes on a Ghost trying to close the gap between them. That's the thing he loved about Elites. The fact that they would haply throw themselves into certain death. The Major lined up his shot and his simile faded away as he realized that his primary weapon wasn't responding. Hot plasma sizzled upon direct contact with the armor leaving burn stains. 'Tsk at least the armor didn't fall apart'. Cobar remarked as he gritted his teeth. At the last second, he adjusted the course of his tank to meet the enemy head on. The sound of tortured metal assaulted Cobar's ears as the vehicles clashed. The tank climbed over the smoldering ruins of the Ghost and its liquefied driver. The Major turned on his radio once more and yelped "My gun is rendered non-operational. I will draw out their fire."
He rotated his turret and began accelerating towards the enemy position using his tank as an improvised battering-ram. The sheer speed of the vehicle had shattered a Covenant barricade reducing it as well as the Grunts covering behind it to pulp. Panic begun to ensue in the Covenant ranks as 66 tons of useless armor made its rampage through the outpost. The retreat of a panicking Grunt had been cut short by a red armored Elite whom grabbed the squeaking creature by its throat and yanked the plasma pistol out of its arm. Waiting for the perfect moment he released an overcharged green bolt directly at the human thread causing an EMP. Inertia lead the vehicle into a pilon. The Elite wasted no time in climbing on top of the vehicle grabbing the drivers hatch and pulling it clean off. Then gazed down into the tank only to be met face to face with the barrel of a close quarter human weapon. The Elite had only enough time to close its eyes. Cobar pulled the trigger and the shotgun cracked the Elites skull wide open. 'Cathartic.' Cobar thought as he smirked. 'Someone in Misriah is going to pay dearly for this subpar tank design' he added as he exited the vehicle shotgun in hand.