Flashing blue lights almost blinded the Jiralhanae pilot as it continued to operate the hovering purple encased Banshee flier. Thick torrents of smoke erupted out of the vessels symmetrical lobes; interacting with the oxygen rich atmosphere of the ring like home world; the curves of smoke were disturbingly perfect, revealing how new the vehicle as well as the pilot was to both the new ring world as well as warfare. With a slow resounding growl the young hair encased creature twitched its powerful thumb to the side in order to register the incoming transmission; loud roars suddenly resounded through the alien's communications relay, translating sharply to renounce his own landing upon the Forerunner temple that many of the Jiralhanae had found themselves on.
The purple flier zoomed downwards through the green vegetation, dodging two massive brown trees as it started to land upon the silver installation inside the thick overgrowth of foliage. Two small, scrawny but heavily armed Kig –Yar scouts squawked out as the banshee opened its primary cockpit to allow the brute unto the temple; then as they let the new coming Jiralhanae into the installation, they returned their scopes to the outside vegetation and any hidden enemies inside the never-ending foliage.
The carbine wielding Jackals didn't manage to see the two concealed elite warriors however, despite their own powerful vision and magnified glasses they still couldn't witness the golden Zealot and white Ultra crouching alongside in the undergrowth. Mainly due to the thick green foliage as well as the sparkling active camouflage that rendered the two elite warriors as almost completely invisible.
Ra'zark stepped forward swiftly out of the undergrowth, his own invisible barriers haltering any light that would attempt to reveal himself. The two concealed Sangheili looked upwards at the Kig-Yar scouts before stepping slowly unto the black soil with a puff of dust and earth. Then suddenly they rushed forwards, breaking cover in order to infiltrate the installation without warning or a twinge of mercy.
Both heavily armoured Sangheili warriors collided against the wall harshly, their own armour pieces screeching slightly as they deactivated their active camouflage and prepared themselves for the battle ahead. Aethos twitched his right forearm sharply as he grasped onto his own newly acquired and thought lost energy handle; staring straight upwards at the shadow of the two Kig-Yar scouts that had positioned themselves on the brim of the installation's exterior edge.
"You strike from the front" Ra'zark growled softly to the equal brother of his race; nodding his own golden encased head to the side as he commanded out loud exactly as he had been trained to do, "I will assault from behind when the beast has turned its back"
"What can you hope to achieve here brother?" Aethos responded slowly, his mandibles manoeuvring clumsily in nervous anticipation; he was ready to take yet another life, but was unsure where exactly it would lead him, "We must return to where the fight is thickest" He continued earnestly, nodding upwards at the resounding battle that was still vibrating throughout the religious shuttle known as High Charity.
"Nay, we must understand our enemy and what is truly happening" The golden Zealot almost roared out-loud, initial anger resounding through the lack of loyalty before he realised he was indeed speaking to an equal brother of combat and arms, "The heresy runs so deep I counsel even the Hierarchs amongst it"
"Who do we search for?" The Ultra spoke softly, looking down at his own toned right arm as he realised what exactly his brother was truly searching for, "This quest will gain us information yes, but for whom?"
"There is one single member of our race that I am prepared to follow no matter how far, one Sangheili that would never betray the divine path" Ra'zark responded gracefully, looking upwards a the clear blue sky that had been partially hidden by the thick foliage whilst still revealing the ongoing aerial battle between the forces of the Jiralhanae and that of the Sangheili, finally he bit his white teeth filled mandibles together and stared at his brother evenly at the face, "The Arbiter"
"The Arbiter?" Aethos almost choked outloud, crouching down in order to quench his own shadow from the two Kig-Yar that had started to patrol the installation yet again, "We know not where he is or what he does?"
"Nay, but if we can find a terminal or even a covenant battle grid" Ra'zark nodded slowly whilst stepping forward. The golden clad Sangheili balanced his weight almost perfectly on the two powerful and armoured legs, all too aware that they had already wasted too much time on this conversation when there were heretics to slaughter and a job to be completed, "Only then will our own path will be set before us."