Ra'zark growled slowly as he watched the retreating mass of muscle and fur sprint out of the cockpit, he knew the brutes had never shown respect over the notion of honour but this was insightfully cowardly. Finally as the Sangheili zealot snapped his mandibles together with a loud clack he released his thumb of the white handle and allowed the blue energy sword to slowly arc up until it ceased to be of existence.
"Aethos, go assist the Shipmaster" The high ranking golden clad elite pointed roughly with his right arm whilst looking around at the weary brethren of his race. As the white Ultra nodded once to go and heal the wounded amethyst coated and handless Sangheili, he himself started walking around the cockpit in anticipation of any explosives of hiding brutes that would attempt to get the jump on all of them.
A soft groan slowly alarmed the golden Zealot, making him turn around as a thick shadow pitched over his entire frame. Ra'zark growled threateningly at the nemesis until he realised it was the Mgalekgolo hunter in front of him, this assemblage of raw power and destruction had lost its bond brother in the fight; and without the second part of themselves, these creatures were mentally unstable and prone to unnecessary acts of violence.
Ra'zark frowned at that moment, the holy doctrine of the covenant would always state that such an unreliable creature would surely be a hazard and that all broken bonded Mgalekgolo were supposed to be put to death without hesitation. But as the golden zealot looked down at the massive bulking creature; watching it moan in grievance over its lost brother, he realised that the creatures only crime was to care to much for those who were closest to it.
"Rise hunter, I understand you have lost yourself here; but we need to fight together" He spoke wearily, all too aware how much power this creature would have if it decided to violently lash out and attack the Sangheili warriors. The Mgalekgolo however did not make a move, instead it ticked numerous voices inside its own and continued to stare down at the fallen bond brother.
"We need your help" Ra'zark continued, determined not to lose this asset as well as this vulnerable creature, "The brutes are infesting the entire ship and we need all loyal members of the covenant to eradicate them"
At the mentioning of the brutes, the large hunter's triangular head stood up ominously; every thought ripped together with the harsh judgment of killing ever Jiralhanae without remorse or a twinge of mercy. Quickly it growled loudly in thousands of voices and stood up, preparing its plasma cannon and smashing the ground in rage as it readied itself to slaughter the horde of brutes that had attempted to slaughter his self of being.
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"Try not to move Shipmaster, the wound may become infected" The white ultra bowed down once with the rest of his body, taking care to cover the gaping hole that had officially become and remained of his wrist. A soft white cloth was quickly rapped around the stump; halting the bleeding and allowing the creature to stand up roughly.
"I only allow this due to the vengeance required and my duty upon this ship as well as being a member of the Sangheili" Oo'rang growled softly as he allowed his arm to be covered up, usually when blood was spilled then death would be the only honourable notion to cover the wound up. The concept of doctors and healers barely even flashed across the elite's mind as he looked down at the stump, he knew that when his duty was completed he would end his own life and restore honour to his family and race.
"What do you wish of us shipmaster? The brutes are still infesting your vessel" Aethos spoke up quickly, keeping a ridged back as he reassured his allegiance whilst targeting the most influential and important problem first.
"Be that as it may, the councillors need to know of this heresy and our own communications have been jammed to the holy city of High Charity; we need the hierarchs support against this filthy insurgency" Oo'rang replied confidently, flexing his left wrist and weighing the notion of using it into battle.
"Then we will move swift, massacring the traitorous Jiralhanae and then moving onto the holy city itself" Ra'zark stepped up violently, activating the energy sword in his own grip whilst leading the Sangheili forces out of the cockpit. Within seconds the blue clad warriors followed and left the shipmaster inside the room; almost even abandoning him due to the lack of honour he now possessed.