A few minutes earlier
"Shipmaster, we have direct communications with the Supreme Cruiser" The piloting operator announced to the Shanghalli cockpit of the corvette "Reconciliation of Lies".
Ya'kai looked over his underlings, almost enraged by the violent turn of events that had corrupted his mind and crew. First Ta'ark had almost destroyed the Priority 2 agreement, than the massive covenant ship had appeared next to his own ship. So far the ship hadn't transmitted any messages or signals that could identify it.
"The human admiral is also requesting your…" the operator continued, his mandibles strained as the stress started to get to the Shanghalli.
"Silence!" the Field Marshal roared, "I will speak to the humans later, open up communications with the Supreme Cruiser at once!"
Black filled the main projector screen ominously, until finally the cockpit of another covenant ship filled the entire screen.
Blue Shanghalli warriors stood on the deck with assortments of weaponry and salvaged armour, they carried large Storm rifles in their tough grips and unprotected forearms.
The Kig'yar squawked in the corner of the screen ship, holding large energy barrier shields and small plasma pistols and needlers; they watched over the Grunts who made up the main bulk of the Supreme Carrier's forces. All together, the different races resembled the covenant faction of "Storm" with their salvaged armoury and rough weaponry textures.
A small covenant Elite Zealot stood in the secondary seat of the Carrier's cockpit; the purple armour barely protecting the Shanghalli.
"I am Ya'kai of the Corvette 'Reconciliation of Lies', identify your Shipmaster and lead me to him" The Field Marshal spoke, angry to be met by a mere Zealot.
Every single covenant species on the cockpit answered quickly, "We are the Storm, to wash away your righteous sin and wreck the blasphemous lives of humanity" The voices shocked Ya'kai, every soldier on that Supreme Carrier had been taught those specific words to relay like some form of motto.
The Field Marshall roared at them, angered by the appearance of such a hated faction, "Prepare to fire upon the enemy cruiser!" the operating pilots looked to each other in confusion, but continued to follow their master's ruling.
"Shipmaster! The carrier has been identified as the 'Infamous Fury', the notorious Storm Battle cruiser that led the invasion of 'Trident."
Ya'kai swore out-loud in an ancient Shanghalli tongue, furious with the arrival of the enemy on such a short notice. Storm was the loyalist faction of the covenant, still holding true to the ancient ways; this small formation of collected species could spark another war between humanity.
Meanwhile
Ureal tapped at her radio headset again and again, angered that she could not communicate with the other team of Spartans. Another Covenant ship had appeared right over the forerunner wreck and immediately disrupted the radio signals of every UNSC communications.
"Raphael! Keep trying with the signal" She yelled at her partner, the Mjonlir helmet amplifying her voice loud enough for the scientists to cringe. She quickly activated her energy shields, making sure that whatever happened next; she was ready for it.
Suddenly a purple missile descended down from the new Covenant supreme carrier, halting 10 metres from the ground. One of the scientists fell backwards in fear as the drop pod started unloading covenant soldiers onto the ground.
Two Shanghalli warriors dropped to the ground, holding storm rifles in both arms with a tight grip and a sturdy expression. The armour that encased them was salvaged pieces of metal and simple mesh, representing the entire attacking force as "Storm" soldiers.
Jackals dropped from the drop pod quickly, screaming shrilly as they activated their barrier shields via a gauntlet on their left wrist. They sprinted towards the squad quickly, crossing the black soil quicker than an UNSC warthog.
"Incoming covies!" Ureal shouted, unclear whether the newcomers were friendlies or hostile as they hadn't opened fire.
Another drop-pod landed deep into the ground, off-loading a small squad of grunts with heavy methane tanks and light weaponry.
At the head of the entire formation stood a massive Shanghalli official, as tall as a Hunter and as broad as a Jiralhanae; the nemesis stood proud and powerful in front of the small squad of Spartans and civilians.
"Identify yourself Elite!" Ureal shouted at him, attempting to threaten the huge creature into submission.
The official looked down at her, his armour was almost identical to the garments of the ancient 'Arbiters'; except it had been specifically coated in black shades. A large silver handle rested upon the elite's back, almost as long as the handle of a Gravity Hammer.
"I am the bane of man" He spoke, his mandibles curving in and out with the white teeth flaring towards her. The voice was old, wise and powerful; its presence made Ureal want to hide in fear of persecution and destruction.
Stepping forwards, the nemesis grabbed the long handle from his back and held it in one massive taloned arm; the bulging muscles in his forearm visible through his armour.
"I am hand of Storm" He roared, as the Spartan's opened fire upon his black energy shields; watching as the bullets simply bounced of his barriers without even denting his armour. He activated a trigger on his handle quickly, letting three sets of plasma erupt out the weapon in a symmetrical arc resembling half a moon. The creature held the energy reaper in both arms, stepping right up to the Spartan IV female; her face was positioned at his lower chest.
"I am the Harbinger" He slowly drawled, slashing the foolish Spartan across the torso with his energy reaper; letting blood erupt over the wound and fall to the black soil. Ureal gasped once, and then fell backwards, her entire upper body falling clear of the lower half.
She had been ripped completely in half, her Mjonlir armour doing nothing to save her from the energy reaper and the Harbinger.