Halo New galaxy Ch13 Krogan and Sangheili
26th July 2554
Inner Citadel space, Citadel
Presidium, UNSC Embassy
Ambassador Donnel Udina and Brigadier General Ronald Hessen was locking their eyes with the older woman on the screen in front of them. Udina was sitting back in his chair with a glass of Serrice Ice Brandy in his right hand-a bottle standing on the right side of his desk-and the short marine general standing steadily on his left side.
The woman was the elected Speaker of the Assembly and the acting head of the UEG, until the presidential election. Udina and Hessen had bad news for her, as she had for them. A mutual bad news giving situation.
"We didn't expect the people to react so violently," the Speaker admitted.
"Signing a treaty with an alien Conclave?" Udina retorted. "You thought everyone would be okay with that? Maybe they'd understand an exchange of technology but military assistance. Hell no!"
"How's it looking right now?" Hessen asked. Pointedly.
The Speaker sighed. "We have Massive protests and riots on every mayor city on every UNSC planet. The people are outraged over the pact with the Citadel Council."
Udina wished he could say he didn't see this coming, but he did. After twenty-eight of war with an alien Conclave obviously people will be outraged when they signed a treaty of military cooperation so quickly after meeting new aliens. Not to mention the Hierarchy's attack on Shanxi.
"Mrs. Speaker," he said curtly and titled his head. "Do you think this will affect the presidential race?" He knew the answer but wanted her to say it.
She hardened her gaze on him for a moment but then eased it and signed. "Personally I will announce that I'm dropping out later today. It should ease some of the pressure and heated feelings."
Hessen kept himself from smiling. That eliminated one of the four candidates.
"Senator Fleming supported the pact too, did she not?" Udina said.
"Yes. Since we announced the treaty her popularity has dropped from sixty to forty-four, and it's still falling."
Udina sipped from the brandy in his glass. "We can probably count her out of the race."
Hessen agreed.
"Unfortunately," the Speaker agreed regretfully.
Neither Hessen nor Udina wanted to see the Speaker or Amanda Fleming as the first President for countless decades. It had been ages since the people was allowed to choose their leader.
"Then the Arbiter Vadam's treaty won't help anyone," Hessen spoke up.
The Speaker raised her eyebrow. "So it's confirmed that?"
Udina nodded. "Yes. The Sword of Sanghelios ambassador signed the treaty yesterday evening. It became public on the Citadel today. Thel Vadam beat us to an important treaty with the Council. The treaty is the beginning of what might be a strong alliance between them."
"What's the specifics of the treaty?" The Speaker inquired.
Udina sipped from his glass again. "Well…firstly the Elites…Sangheili." Damn it. "Is giving the Citadel Star charts on all regions of space they have, which might include UNSC territory. We don't know the specifics of it. They also gave them information on all species in the former Covenant and some info on the factions in the ongoing Civil War. And the best till last. Shield technology." He glanced at Hessen. "At least they kept their plasma weaponry away from them. That's something."
"And…what did they get?" The Speaker asked worriedly. This was really bad. The UNSC needed to be the Citadel's friend, but Vadam was beating them to it and making them obsolete."
"The Citadel is providing the Sword of Sanghelios with information on all species in Citadel space and outside, star charts and throw it a mutual defense treaty. I looked around quietly and discovered that two Turian Divisions will be transported to Sanghelios to help Vadam to secure the entire planet for his faction."
The Speaker rubbed her forehead and groaned. They were about to get kicked out of the political game. They had to do something fats to appease the people and keep their relation with the Citadel Council standing.
"I'll have to bring this to the assembly's attention. Good day gentlemen." She ended the call.
Udina looked at Hessen and emptied his glass. "What you think about the race now?"
"Hmm. Fleming's out. Admiral Waller spoke out against the pact. Redfield hasn't. She was indisposed since the vote," he said plainly.
"True. She was smart. She was indisposed during the vote in the assembly and has been so far. She hasn't managed to give an opinion for or against the pact. Quite clever really. Now she can come out and speak against it. She waited for the people's reaction," Udina said. "She has a good chance of being our President I think."
Hessen snorted. "Hell no! Admiral Waller is who we need."
Udina furrowed his eyebrows. "Waller's a military man through-and-through. People want a civilian hand. Half of them anyway. Francisca Redfield is a Senator, formerly a marine for four years until she was wounded in action. She served humanity and was permanently scarred for it. That earns her votes from men and women wounded in battle and ground pounders. A lot of people will see that she has experience in government positions. She has been Treachery Secretary previously since she was wounded in -52." He paused and raised his finger when Hessen was about to talk. "Yes, Waller has spent his life in the military and is a strongman, something a lot of people want. Someone that's hard on any aliens threatening us. But he's been an officer all his life. He's never pounded the dirt with the boys. Redfield was a Major when she was forced out of the Corps. Wounded fighting on the front lines."
He paused again. "Some brandy?"
Hessen shook his head. "Francis is what we need."
"He has no experience of of government at all. Redfield is young, a plus for her, and she can balance politics with military might." He refilled his glass and sipped from it. "Ah. Perfect."
"Having someone from the military in charge worked for three decades," Hessen pointed out to his old friend.
Udina strolled over to put the Serrice Ice Brandy bottle back in his liquor cabinet. He then walked back to empty his glass.
"Yes, because it was necessary Ronald. It was a necessary evil so to speak." He shrugged. "It was a tough decision for sure, and in a century or two people might look back at it with distain, but…" he raised a finger and casually paced around his desk and over to the window. "…it secured mankind's survival. But circumstances has changed. The UEG is back in power and Hood and his folk are stepping back into the position the military should have."
"Waller may not have fought on the front lines," Hessen conceded with a stern voice. "But he's a strategic genius."
"Who wants to end his career by assuming the most important office open for him," the tan skin ambassador cut in with a simple tone. "He is seventy-two, probably knows he'll never join the ranks of the Security Council."
Hessen grumbled something.
"Fleet Admiral Hood was never too fond of him and the current liaison from the navy is in his, what…fifties? Sixties? Young enough to outlast Waller."
Hessen joined him and looked out the window.
"He's a strategic genius, Donnel. He planned countless operations successfully. He's been fighting since the war began. Before even."
"What if he drops dead in midst of his presidency?" Udina questioned honestly. "He's already had a heart attack. Last month. Now look at Redfield. Young, experienced in government and knows how it is to be on the ground. Knows how back it can get so she'll empathize with the military and never intentionally do anything to put them in a bad position."
"Let's not go over her pros again," the Brigadier General requested. "My position won't change, even though I admit, she's not a bad candidate. Assembly has shown the civvies can't handle governance in any real form." He ended with a loud snort.
Udina shook his head.
Hessen pulled a cigarettes out of his dark green uniform jackets inner pocket. A silver lighter followed as he put the cigarette in between his lips.
"Well not in my officer man!" Udina scowled.
Hessen chuckled amused.
"Go outside into the lovely Presidium or to your fancy apartment."
Hessen nodded slightly and started moving towards the door.
"Say one thing about this xeno place," he looked over his shoulder at Udina. "It's the best damn apartment I've ever lived in. all the niceties. Could be because I'm a part of the ambassadorial detail, but hell."
He disappeared out the door.
Udina's Asari secretary popped her head inside. "Excuse me Ambassador, but Ambassador Vaelor Dazu is here to see you."
"Thank you Melia. You can send him in. Ronald and I finished early."
"Yes Ambassador."
26th July 2554
Krogan DMZ, Aralakh system, Tuchanka
CSO class Super Carrier Concord of Justice, bridge
Kaaldrumee was grinning widely. The information they recovered on Gadd about the Mass Relays had been extremely helpful and the Concord of Justice had just made a successful trip through a Relay. It had actually been a lot easier then he thought. He'd assumed they needed extra technology but basically all they needed was to transmit the mass of their ships to the Mass Relay before traveling through.
Revazum was equally less impressed and appeared as stoic as usual. He kept his mind on the strategic importance of their reasoning to be here.
"From what I've heard about the Krogan, they almost match us in strength, although, they are extremely savage," he said flatly.
Kaaldrumee turned his head to him.
"They aren't exactly a mayor power in this part of the galaxy. This will give us no influence with the Citadel species," Revazum continued.
"We burned our bridges with the Turians, remember?" Kaaldrumee reminded him. "Our tiny Intel on the Salarians make them sound like weak scientists. We don't have enough Intel about the Asari and know nothing about any other races. This is our best option." He turned to one of the crewmen. "How long until we reach Tuchanka's orbit?"
"Ten minutes Arbiter," the Unggoy crewman responded.
Kaaldrumee looked back at his friend.
"Since a diplomatic advantage is impossible at this point so we will satisfy ourselves for military might." He began walking towards the door. "The Krogan are supposed to be the greatest warriors in the galaxy."
"Until they discovered us," Revazum snorted.
"Precisely," the Arbiter agreed. "I presume you gathered an escort?"
"Off course I did," Revazum scoffed. "Thirty of our best Sangheili warriors. But I disagree with your orders not to allow a larger task force if something goes wrong."
They walked down a corridor towards a lift. Kaaldrumee had his hands behind his strong back and walked beside his friend.
"We don't want to appear to threatening at this point," he explained, again. "A Battalion on standby will suffice. We are here to negotiate. Nothing more."
"These aliens might not agree. If they attack-"
"Stop arguing!" Kaaldrumee snapped. "You said it yourself. They are lesser warriors then us. They won't stand a chance if they do betray our intentions."
The trip planetside wasn't long. The Phantom they made the transit in soon touched down outside an ancient ruin. The Sangheili wasn't too impressed by the arid ruined landscape that made up the Krogan homeworld. Stepping outside the Phantom Kaaldrumee and Revazum-and their escort-was met with ten Krogan, all armed to the teeth by the looks of it. They gave the red armored warriors a good look before stepping up to speak with their leader. It was a male calling himself Urdnot Wreav. He told them he was going to take them to a Warlord by the name Urdnot Wrex. Kaaldrumee left ten of his brave men behind to guard the Phantom and let the remaining twenty follow him. They walked through the ruins for a few minutes before they entered what looked to have been turned into a fortification. Eventually they reached a chamber with a thick stone table in the middle of it.
A lone Krogan faced them and Wreav shortly joined him.
Kaaldrumee had picked Clan Urdnot because of their rising status and how they were turning around the centuries old power struggle that had been going on for thousands of years. From what Kaaldrumee knew, This Warlord, Wrex was mostly responsible for the recent string of successful battles and alliances. With the right motivation Kaaldrumee was certain he could turn the Krogan into his fighters. The definitely looked like strong warriors. No doubt about it.
"I'm Wrex, Warlord and leader of Clan Urdnot," Wrex introduced himself.
Kaaldrumee bowed his head slightly.
"I am Arbiter Del Kaaldrumee, leader of the Enclave. This…" he gestured to Revazum. "…is my loyal second, General Orn Revazum. I appreciate that you agree to meet with us."
"So…" Wrex started off. "You're one of the new aliens, huh." It was a flat and unimpressed tone.
"That is correct," Kaaldrumee replied politely and stood tall across the stone table from him. "My species are the Sangheili, a species of warriors such as yourselves." He decided to begin with a comparison of how similar their races were. It seemed a good place to start off things.
Although he saw very few similarities. The Krogan was more like the savage Jiralhanae then his proud people. When the Covenant found the Jiralhanae they had recently recovered after bombing themselves back to a pre-industrial society. The Krogan had apparently ones been a relatively advanced people before they bombed themselves onto the verge of oblivion. They looked just as savage as the Jiralhanae.
"Clearly," Wrex said, not impressed as he eyed the armored aliens standing on Urdnot soil. "You almost look as tough as a Krogan."
Wreav grinned predatory-like. It was an invitation to do something rash and aggressive. The Sangheili barely took mention of it.
Wrex laid down his heavy arms on the table.
"What do you want to meet with us for?" He asked straight to the point.
"I believe we have much in common," Kaaldrumee explained. "We are both a race and culture of warriors. Your people are the fiercest warriors on this side of the galaxy. My people are the fiercest warriors in our little modest corner of the galaxy. For thousands of years we were the military might of the Covenant. A now dead superpower."
Wreav shifted and scoffed amused. "You couldn't have been very good at your job if is used to be a superpower."
He then laughed.
Revazum shifted in feet, upset by the rude and insulting remark. Wrex didn't seem to pay attention to his Clan brother's insult, or he just used him to agitate them to learn something more about them.
Kaaldrumee simply raised his hand. "The reasons for the Covenant's fall is complicated and too pointless for us to speak of at this point."
"Sure," Wrex shrugged.
Kaaldrumee clicked his mandibles gently.
"Warlord, since you so elegantly asked to get to the point, I'll comply. You see, I am here to offer a trade."
He decided to give it to the Krogan straight up.
"Trade what, exactly?" Wrex asked, leaning forward lightly. His interest was now peeked.
"I wish to trade technology against manpower and permanent support for as long as we supply you with our technology."
Wrex straightened his back.
"Well," he began. "What kind of technology are we talking, first of all?"
Revazum handed Kaaldrumee a list.
"We plan on giving your Clan Plasma weapons, personal shields that can resist plasma, invisibility cloaks, plasma grenades and vehicles," the Arbiter explained. "As much as you need. My Super Carrier has the ability to manufacture vehicles and weapons. It would give you a great advantage over ever other Warlord or Chieftain on this wasteland."
Wrex raised a finger with a glare.
Wreav seemed to be in awe over all the tech offered. But Wrex knew such advanced technology would have a high price, and simple manpower was too easy. There was always a catch.
"First of all, don't call Tuchanka a wasteland. I mean it is, but it's our wasteland." He then paused. "This is a lot to offer us for Krogan mercenaries. You must really be in trouble." He laughed. "I heard about some war back were you people come from. Your Enclave losing, that it? You're getting your asses kicked so you come here, hoping for Krogan help." He paused. "How much men are you asking for? You know I got my own concerns here. I can't fight anybody with my cool plasma weapons if all my men are off fighting for you."
Kaaldrumee hid his surprised. He didn't think the brute smart enough to put all the pieces together. Clearly he was smarted then he gave him credit for. Maybe he underestimated the whole race? He was right about the trouble. The Enclave was in a lot of it. They were far from former Covenant or even Sangheili space, trying desperately to find an advantage. Recourses, manpower and technology to help them return triumphantly.
"I assure you, I can back up everything I said. We've had a few steps backwards, but unless I'm dead…my soldiers and I will never be defeated. In the end, we will both win on this deal." He shifted gears in mid explanation. "I was hoping for as many mercenaries as I could get. I am certain you have Clans filled with warriors willing to support you for our technology with the simple price of hiring out warriors to me." He leaned forward. "I bet there is a lot of them that would love to spar with a Sangheili. Mine certainly hope to spar with Krogan."
Wrex said in silence for a few moments. "You won't find any trouble finding Krogan willing to fight."
"If we come to an agreement, I hope to leave a delegation of my men here," Kaaldrumee suggested. "They will keep us in contact with each other and teach your warriors to handle our technology. I assure you, only say…thirty men, if you allow it."
Wrex got up and walked over to him. Something told him he might regret this later, but if it came to it, he'd simply deal with it by using their weapons against them.
He offered the Sangheili Arbiter his hand. Kaaldrumee accepted.
"We have a deal. Get your weapons and delegation down here and I will find you some Krogan itching to play mercenary," he promised. "But you shouldn't stay in orbit too long. The slimy Salarians have stealth satellites in the system. It's only a matter of time before they inform the Council and a Turian Task Force is send to investigate."
"Thanks for the warning," Kaaldrumee said and looked to Revazum. "We'll drop off the supplies and leave with our new brave warriors."
Revazum activated his communicator to carry out the directives.
26th July 2174 CE
Inner Council space, Citadel
Presidium Commons
Abbigail was ecstatic over her active camouflage. It was it had proven incredibly useful over the last three years she had been using it. She had it activated when she jumped off an aircar on top an archway over a hundred meters above all the people shopping, having dinner, watching the gorgeous view of the water below. All so calm. The camo had ones belonged to a Sangheili operative, but now it was hers.
She dropped a duffle back at her feet and took a knee beside it. She opened it and picked out a Focus rifle. It was without a doubt her favorite weapon. Unfortunately it didn't fit for this one.
"Sorry girl," Abigail said in her French accent. "But this isn't your kind of operation."
She put it back down into the bag and brought out an SRS99. Unlike a Focus rifle the UNSC sniper didn't fire a beam that would reveal her position. Getting her weapons and gear on board the large station hadn't been easy. Not for the people who got her on board anyway, but she didn't give much of a damn. If they wanted her to play assassin, they had to get her inside.
She looked down the scope and looked at a family of aliens with three children chasing each other around their parent's legs. She shifted to an amphibian alien handing out a tray of food to some blue skin female shaped aliens. Remembering her briefing, she presumed her an Asari and the other to be a Salarian. The male of the family was Turian and the female an Asari-as was the children. She shifted her scope again and found a law enforcement officer. C-Sec. she appreciated that her employers put so much time into this operation. Not to mention cash, information and recourses.
She found two Turian army officers deep in an argument with an older male. She looked down at her datapad. It was definitely the guy. General Antoniadis. Upstanding member of the Hierarchy, military officer from a long line of Generals and Admirals.
The ex-ONI operative focused on him through her scope.
"Nothing personal little xeno," she mumbled apologetically.
With a cold gaze she squeezed the trigger and sent a high velocity round straight through the Generals heart from her upward angle. It collapsed and people started screaming and running. Chaos quickly broke out.
Abigail put the sniper back in the duffle back and grabbed it. She looked down off the archway's edge and a moment later an aircar halted five meters below. She dropped down with the bag. The Turian driver got back into the traffic. Abigail deactivated her cloak and leaned her head back.
"Nice shot," the male Turian complemented her dryly.
Abigail didn't say anything from behind her silver visor black helmet.
"It'll take C-Sec a while to lock down the area," the Turian said. "I'm going to get you to the dock before that." He looked over his shoulder. "You'll be off the Citadel before they realize what happened."
"I better be," she said in her sweat French accent.
He snorted at her response. They clearly weren't any fans of each other.
She took off her helmet and placed it in her bag. The wind blew through her dark blue long gorgeous hair. Her fair skin was pale with a light purplish tint. For a moment her cold violet eyes stared into the Turian's back.
The Turian's comm chimed and he answered.
"Dammit," he finished.
They slowed down the aircar flew inside a checkpoint belonging to C-Sec.
"What's going on?" Abigail asked and gripped her M6H pistol suspiciously.
"Chance of plans. Don't worry."
He stopped and landed the aircar in a garage. The door behind them closed and Abigail's eyes landed on three Turian C-Sec officers. All were armed with Argus assault rifles. Two of them had yellow markings on their faces. The driver turned to look back at her when the three males walked up to them.
She was ready to activate her cloak and start shooting. She had a few Plasma grenades ready if necessary to draw upon.
"C-Sec reacted faster than expected," the driver told her.
"This checkpoint won't be this empty for long," one of the officers said quickly. He addressed the driver. "We need to get this going fast."
Abigail relaxed. Corrupt officers. Either that or they worked for her employers and fully supported the group. It didn't matter though. She jumped out of the car with her back. One of them handed her a long dark brown coat. She put it on and it buttoned it. It hid her armor made her less suspicious looking.
"Follow us," one of them-apparently a female by the voice-told her coolly.
"Lead the way," Abigail said.
They led her through a short corridor and through a room with consoles and then out through a door. She stood on a dock with a window looking outside into space.
The three Turians piled off and let her continue on her own. She walked through the civilians and spotted another Turian in a black coat. He had already spotted her and followed her with his eyes.
"Sevchenko?" He asked.
She nodded subtly.
He nodded left and started walking. "Follow me. Your transport is over here. C-Sec is gonna lock down the docks soon. Assassination of a General won't be taken lying down. Within a minute she was sitting in a transport leaving the Citadel behind. The manifest was putting this transport on a course to Palaven, but she was going to change after leaving the system. She'd jump through a relay and then change ship and jump to another system. After lying low for a few days she would meet her employers to get her justified due.
This had been one hell of a day for Garrus. It had started out as any regular boring day at C-S-Sec, but it turned into a life changing experience. When he had been called to the Council he assumed he was in mayor trouble. When he woke up this morning he had never expected a promotion of this magnitude. He had bene offered a position as a Council Spectre. Him of all people. He had more than ones been called out for being too unorthodox in his style. The Council claimed his unorthodox techniques had helped pointing him out for them.
They informed him about a Salarian Stealth Frigate that would be put under his command. With a crew and all. His understanding was that it could hide its heat emissions to avoid being visible on sensors, but it couldn't cloak entirely. If someone looked out a viewport they would see them.
It felt damn sudden for him. Although he assumed they had been considering it for a while. He'd been thrown a case almost on the spot. General Antoniadis had been murdered in the Presidium commons and the assassin was still at large somewhere on the Citadel.
He hadn't even had time to hand in his armor yet. He still wore his C-Sec gear when he came across the scene of the assassination. There wasn't a civilian in sight. Officers had locked down the entire area, with a few Turian military officers inside. They were giving their witness testimonies.
"Vakarian," Seyho said surprised. "I didn't think you were assigned to this case."
The Salarian officer was surprised to see him at the scene.
"Yeah, sorry to butt in, Seyho," Garrus said as he stopped in front of him and looked at the General's body. "I'm not with C-Sec anymore."
Seyho's confusion just rose. "What?"
"Spectres," Garrus said. He felt awkward about the whole thing happening now. He brought up his Omni-tool.
Saying that the Salarian was surprised was an understatement.
"Well damn Garrus. I don't know what to say…you? Really?"
Garrus ignored the statement and nudged to the dead body.
"Tell me about him? Where'd they shoot from?"
Seyho walked over to the body with Garrus following. He nodded towards a pair of Turian army officers.
"He was following those two to lunch when he took a round to the heart. A precise killing shot. Whoever shot him he was good." Seyho turned around and looked up. "Shot came from up there. Possibly an aircar or the archway above."
Garrus whistled. "Gotta be a damn good shot to hit someone in a traveling vehicle. Killing Antoniadis was clearly not an accident. Someone waited. This was a damn good shot, an expert. And expert assassins have exist strategies." He rubbed his chin.
"You think the killers left the Citadel already?" Seyho followed his thinking. "My men are looking through surveillance cameras around here in hopes of getting a few of the shooter."
Garrus looked out over the empty restaurant. "Nobody else saw anything?"
"Most people were halfway to Zakara Ward before his body hit the floor," the Salarian officer informed him.
"You'll let me know first if your guys find something on the footage."
"Off course."
Garrus looked at the Turians lifeless corpse for a moment. His steel colored eyes was still open and his mouth was half open. A medical examiner was putting his final touch on the scene and ordered his assistants to bag the general to take him away.
26th July 2554
Unfaithful system
Fleet of Enlightenment, Covenant of the Hand
The fleet had entered the system on the edge twenty minutes before and now approached the star and the strange structure orbiting it. There was no planets of any kind in the system or even asteroids. Only the massive structure above the star.
The fleet was commanded from the flagship, a CAS Assault Carrier followed by two DDS Carriers a dozen heavy and light Cruisers and a fleet fleet of Destroyers, Frigates and Corvettes in formation around the Carriers in the center.
Initial sensors had established the structure at ninety-two kilometers in height and twenty-five kilometers in diameter. It had been discovered originally a week ago by a Squadron of Corvettes scouting out the system. Initial scans had determined that it was no Forerunner technology.
On the bridge of the Assault Carrier Field Marshal Amon Zumabaee watched the holo-projectors image of the massive structure. He viewed it with curiosity and suspicion. When he first heard of it he told his older brother that Roshaka that this was a pointless excursion. But now he wasn't so sure anymore. He was intrigued by the ancient space structure. During his journey here he had been told that their younger brother Ursa Zumaba had been killed over the human world of Rio and his forces had been demolished completely. Dying in battle was the best way for his brother to go. In a glorious battle for the betterment of civilization.
Sangheili was at average between two and two and a half meters in height. Amon himself stood tall at 3.4 meters, making him a giant among his own people.
He clicked his dark grey skin mandibles.
"Can you detect anything at all?" He asked a Jiralhanae.
The Jiralhanae turned to him. "Nothing, Field Marshal," he answered dutifully. "No life signs and the structure still emit low energy readings. Nothing new yet. No signs of any defense systems."
So the station appeared abandoned, but still functional. Since it had been built orbiting a star it wasn't too farfetched to presume it drew power from it. But its purpose, that was another question. Why did it need to draw power from a star? Amon had a sneaking suspicion that this venture might carry fruit.
"We are five-thousand meters from the station Field Marshal," a Sangheili told him.
"I want a Battalion ready to board the station," Amon commanded with his deep voice.
"Yes-yes Field Marshal!" A little Unggoy exclaimed loyally.
Amon sat in silence as a Corvette docked with the station. They would dispatch troops to take command over the hangar and allow them to send in more troops. This was what Amon disliked about his high rank. The wait. He couldn't just lead troops into battle on the frontlines anymore. There was a lot of waiting while lower ranking soldiers carried out his commands to the best of their abilities.
"Send a message to my brother," Amon ordered. "Inform him we have entered the structure and will communicate further with him once we discovered more."
With every word he commanded great authority.
"Understood Field Marshal."
Amon waited for fifteen minutes until the massive stations hangars opened, allowing them to land Phantoms inside. And that was only a small hangar. They had located hangars that appeared to be able to hold entire Battlecruisers and Super Carriers. With the amount of docks on the station it suggested to Amon that the structure was either a massive military installation or a shipyard of a kind where someone used the star to power up this massive forge.
"Order the Ultra commanding the Battalion to establish an HQ," Amon commanded. He waved in the general direction of the Shipmaster nearby. "And prepare to transport an entire Legion on board. I want this station under my control. I have a feeling it could prove valuable to the Covenant of the Hand."