"Your assistance isn't needed Mort'ang, neither is your allegiance."
The hanger-bay of the covenant corvette 'Reconciliation of lies' was releasing several banshee scouts and a phantom loaded with Shanghalli scientists and fighters.

Ta'ark stood by them clad in crimson zealot armour loaded with plasma grenades, a concussion rifle and an energy sword holster on his thigh. He was roaring orders to the lower class of elites, making sure they could get to the forerunner ship as soon as possible. Gesturing to the weaponry scales and ammo packs on the floor with his heavily muscled scaly arm and roaring out loud, mandibles spread wide.

Mort'ang observed this slow progression from the hanger doors, he had been willing to come but was said to be 'un-needed' due to his lack of ferocious appetite no doubt.
With someone like Ta'ark in charge of this operation, it was bound to end in violence; something un-agreeable to the priority 2 agreement. Ya'kai had ordered a representative to be sent towards the forerunner site, not specifying who was a mistake that could cost many future lives.

The phantom started hovering in place, rushing the elites to board it quickly else they would be left behind. Mort'ang frowned in anger as he saw the other Zealot pushing elites around, with a creature like that in charge then obviously this wasn't to end well.

And so he acted, shouldering his weaponry and sprinting towards the hanger bays in desperation; before the phantom had time to disappear, Mort'ang managed to pilot a banshee and enter into it.
The flier activated surprisingly quickly, hovering of the air and preparing to shoot through the sky- as soon as the royal zealot entered the vehicle it immediately took it off.

Meanwhile
"Allright ladies, we're touching down on planet surface in less than 2 minutes, prep yourself for a rough landing." Ureal shouted into her mike, watching the four Spartans and scientists prepare themselves for any sort of ride. The pelican had descended from UNSC frigate "Wary Warden" almost five minutes ago. The sight of the Covenant Corvette was looming closer as the human vehicle dropped down to the target.

"So Ureal, does command want to tell us what we're doing yet?" Gabriel questioned quickly, reloading his sniper rifle and checking his armour cell pieces.
"We're here to secure a high value target for the scientists and watch their backs, that's all you need to know." She replied back angrily, frustrated at her squad's questioning ability.

Raphael snorted again, looking down at the scientists with something close to disgust and noticing again that Lucifer was simply sitting back and watching the scene from afar.
The lead scientist decided to speak up quickly, "We are here to investigate a forerunner wreckage crashed in on this planet's surfaces many millennia ago."
Michael coughed in his visor at this, letting surprise get the better of him; the prospect of a forerunner discovery under supervision by mankind would be highly useful towards technological progression.

But of course, the Shanghalli should be there as well, this was intriguing for Michael; the Elites had barely been mentioned ever since their pelican drop of.
"What about the elites? How are they involved in this?" Michael asked quickly, leaving no questions unanswered in his own mind or his team.

"The Shanghalli are involved in this archaeological dig as much as we are, due to the Priority 2 Agreement we need to be given 50/50 on all discoveries." The scientist replied shortly.
"Then why haven't we heard anything about them yet? No communications? No reports?" Michael spat out without thinking.
"Hey Spartan! Keep those questions to yourself soldier!" Ureal growled at him furiously.

The other Spartan nodded quickly, going back to reassuring his energy shields and rechecking his weaponry for any fight or tense confrontation ahead.
"Allright members of the UNSC and ONI divisions were landing in hot on dead zone confirmation. Target ship is approx. 1 kilometre from destination." Ureal yelled at them all again, standing up and preparing herself for anything the world could throw at her. The other Spartans followed suit, making sure to reassure the scientists for the job to be done.
Lucifer growled once, which in previous experiences foreshadowed an inevitable bad company.