Thick droplets of brown blood slowly dripped down out of the Jiralhanae's corpse, letting its dual backbones crackle harshly as the large blue energy sword was unceremoniously ripped out of the brute chieftain's back. The thick stream of white cackling sparks quickly dissipated as the handle was released, allowing the Sangheili wearer to snap it back onto his own thigh holster and prepare himself for the ongoing assault ahead.
"Shipmaster Oo'rang, the traitorous brutes have been slaughtered" Ra'zark spoke up triumphantly, a mixture of rage and even a twinge of sadness overcoming his initial victory as he looked upon the filthy brown blood that speckled his talons. The golden Zealot snapped his jaw together indifferently as he overcame the guilt that was starting to cloud his mind. Finally he looked at his brother in arms and Ultra companion he realised that he would slaughter the Brutes if he must, he would even kill a high councillor Jiralhanae over the protection of his own race and brothers.
"Blood has been spilled but the blow to the Sangheili has not been dealt with properly, you must travel to the holy city of High Charity; inform the councillors of this grievance and report back with haste" The purple clad elite spoke pack shrewdly, quickly running through the next priority based objective in his own mind as he reassured his position inside the cockpit walls.
Aethos growled once as he dropped the two pink crystalline needlers onto the thick purple table, understanding the dual weapons were completely out of shards and thus allowing the white clad creature to grab onto a powerful blue clad plasma rifle from the weapon stack. As the Ultra continued to ready himself for a councilett movement, three blue clad elite minors walked over to his position and bowed their heads slowly.
"Your phantom is prepared for quick transport, we have been tasked with your protection and will level the heads of any brutes that attempt to halt your journey." One of them spoke quickly, his mandibles flaring harshly as he stood from the kneeling position and started walking towards the thick purple hanger bay doors in order to issue the singular phantom for transport into the holy city of High Charity.
Aethos nodded swiftly, allowing the trio of Sangheili minors to lead the way as the powerful golden zealot known as Ra'zark started walking behind him; all of them heading for the large purple phantom that resided inside the hanger bay.
"Words reek in my mind, I know not what to say to the councillors" The white clad Sangheili spoke his thoughts honestly, relieved that he could speak openly to his brother in arms.
"Worry yourself not brother, I highly doubt the councillors would even speak to an Ultra classed Elite of your calibre; I will take command and relay the truth of what happened as well as what the Shipmaster specifically declared" Ra'zark replied comfortably, stepping forward and sheathing the thick purple carbine onto his back holster as he clambered aboard the large purple phantom in unsteady anticipation of whatever could fester ahead.
Within a manner of minutes, the rather small but formidable armada of Sangheili successfully issued themselves inside the large purple vehicle; sealing the thick side turrets shut and preparing the primary generator drive to immediate departure. With a thunderous roar of crimson plasma sparks, the two back thruster's were blown into life almost violently; successfully propelling the entire vehicle forward as it traversed out of the hanger bay and into the thick black inky cosmos of space. As the Sangheili watched through numerous holographic projections, thousands of star vessels could be seen outside of their own Battle Cruiser. Purple ships of all sizes and shapes, formulating over Frigates, Cruisers and even a few Assault Carriers that situated themselves inside the interior of the entire covenant fleet.
One particularly large rounded object was seen to be centred around the entire fleet, the massive silver clad and pulsating threads of light ripping through the entire structure matching the numerous ships that travelled too and back from the spectacular but dangerous holy city. This one vessel and location of its own, was the centre point and spiritual relations between the covenant forces and that of the great beyond; all together this installation was known as the legendary and powerful High Charity.
Impressively, one other installation could be seen from the phantoms own perspective; serving as surprisingly more influential and powerful then even the holy city of the Covenant. The massive metallic forerunner ring that was positioned magnificently in the central point of the cosmos of space; serving as the pinnacle instrument that would continue the great journey of the covenant without hassle. Well that was if the Brutes didn't hinder the holy path of the prophets with their own incompetence.
"This is what we are fighting for Ra'zark, we are fighting for the forerunners" Aethos spoke impressively, looking out the holographic image at the beautiful sight of grassy lands and mountainous ranges that appeared over the interior centre inside the holy metallic halo ring known as Installation 05.
"Nay Aethos, we are fighting for the Sangheili and for ourselves" The golden zealot replied slowly and carefully, looking through the natural beauty of the individual halo ring as if seeing it for it truly was; a dangerous location and destination that he never truly wished to set foot on.