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AllegianceSpace Location: Unknown Planet Location: Delta HALO
Time: Unknown
The body of Tartarus lay flat on the stone floor. Purple Blood spread across the floor, congealing into a puddle. A figure cast its shadow over the dead body. The owner of the shadow had their attention directed at the HALO device.
The Pulsating stream of energy powered the device's charge as it prepared to fire. The Elite looked on with sadness in its eyes.
Miranda Keyes jumped off the rotating platform. She ran to the console, which held the 'Sacred Icon' and pulled it out. The HALO device fired. A blue orb with a matching tail sailed upwards. The charge reaches the middle of HALO and detonated.
It was a miss fire.
Miranda Keyes stood staring at the console as it changed.
"What's that?" Enquired Keyes
The Oracle stopped descending and Sergeant Johnson landed on the stone floor.
"A beacon" simply stated the Oracle as it reached the 3-metre mark and hovered there.
"What's it doing?" questioned Keyes
"Communicating, at Superluminal speed with a frequency of-
"Communicating with what?" asked Keyes
"The other Installations" answered the Oracle
"Show me"
"Failsafe Protocol: In the event of unauthorised shut-down, the entire system will move to standby status. All remanding platforms are now ready for Remote Activation". Commentated the Oracle as the remaining rings appeared on screen.
"Remote Activation? From here?"
"Don't be ridiculous," mocked the Oracle
"Listen, Tinkerbell, don't make me-" threatened Sergeant Johnson
"Then where? Where would someone go to activate the other rings?" interjected Keyes
"Why, the Ark, of course" answered the Oracle
"And where, Oracle, is that?" questioned the Arbiter
"The Ark is located in the Forerunner's Capital City. It is about 20 light-years away."
"That should be easy," muttered the Sergeant.
"The City is infected with a very large force of Flood," continued the Oracle
"Ah" breathed The Sergeant
"And the Security Systems are at full Red Alert. If any life form goes near the City they will be immediately annihilated." Finished the Oracle
The Sergeant stared at the Oracle. "Shit" he muttered, audibly.
"Only those who belong to the Forerunners can enter" Added the Oracle.
At this point the Sergeant is frowning at the Oracle, while his finger is tensed over the trigger to his gun. Obviously dark thoughts were being directed at the Oracle.
"Lets go" ordered Miranda to the Sergeant. The two Humans exited the Control Room, followed by the Arbiter and his Elites. Outside a Phantom hovered ready for passengers to embark.
"That's handy" noted Keyes
"We must join our remaining fleet" announced the Arbiter
Without a word spoken by Miranda Keyes or Sergeant Johnson, the two Humans and the Elites stepped into the Phantoms Grav-lift. A small robot followed the group.
The Phantom soared through space. Its target, the flagship Saviour's Patriot. The
Phantom entered a docking bay and its occupancy disembarked. The crowd moved towards a group Elites, Grunts and Hunters, all SPECOPS.
"I am Jilanamee'. I am the captain of this ship, and of the 'Rebel' fleet that has assembled near The Forerunners Home world" announced the Gold Elite Captain of the second, larger and heavily armed crowd.
"I am Miranda Keyes, Captain of In Amber Clad" announced Keyes in return.
"I am sure you are all hungry. Let us go to the messhall for food".
The crowd moved off towards the mess hall.
Miranda Keyes stood on the bridge of the Saviour's Patriot, surveying the screen. Space sped past them as Slipspace carried them to their destination. Keyes felt a presence at her side. It was Johnson and five marines. Keyes looked at the marines, puzzled. Johnson caught the look.
"These marines were prisoners of the Covenant" answered Johnson, even before the question was asked.
"It seems that the Elites are now our allies" commented Keyes
"So are the Grunts and the Hunters".
A movement caught Keyes and Johnson's attention simultaneously. The Arbiter and the Captain of the Saviour's Patriot entered. Both were flanked by a dozen Silver clad Elites with Plasma Rifles and Energy Swords. The Arbiter and the Captain walked over to Keyes and Johnson. The Arbiter spoke first.
"I have been talking to Jilanamee'. We will reach the Forerunners Home world in one of your Earth 'Hours'.
"We need to go to High Charity to pick up Master Chief" 'requested' Keyes
"High Charity is overrun with Flood. I am afraid the Demon is most likely dead" stated the Captain
"Sir, We have received a transmission from High Charity!" announced a Blue armoured Elite. Everyone looked over in interest.
"Play the message back. Put it on the Holographic Pedestal" ordered Jilanamee
A Gold Elite appeared on the Pedestal. The Pedestal was the same size as the one used by Cortana in Gravemind.
"I am Commander Shangelt. I am the Commander of the Elites, Grunts and Hunters stationed at High Charity.
The Flood has taken High Charity. I have pulled back my remaining forces to a stronghold, but it will be only a matter of time before The Flood finds us and overruns us. Help us!"
The message ended. A quietness had befallen the bridge. The Gold Captain, or Zealot, turned to face Miranda Keyes. He spoke
"We shall go to High Charity and rescue Shangelt and his brothers. If the Demon is there and if he is still alive you will tell him that we have become allies. I shall not risk my brothers being killed by the Demon. Although I doubt he will believe you."
Keyes stared intently at Jilanamee, who stared back at her. At last she spoke
"He is still alive, and he will listen to us" she said defiantly.
"Very well, we shall go to High Charity"
The City was in ruins. Buildings lay crumbled. Bodies of Flood, Covenant and Humans littered the ground. A lone Combat Form stood staring at the empty space. It had once been a Red Elite, proud and defiant.
Now it was a Combat Form. Pure madness filled its eyes. And through these mad, unblinking eyes it watched silently as the Saviour's Patriot exited Slipspace and released several Phantoms.
It cried its War cry and ran to meet them.
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