"We have numerous casualties down here, need immediate reinforcements!" Raphael's voice shouted through the signal communications on board the UNSC Frigate 'Wary Warden.'
The Admiral was shouting, panicked by the turn of events, "Can you confirm the hostiles!?"
Shouting replied to him, Shanghalli roars and the screams of Kig-Yar over the blasts of weaponry and grenades destroying the backdrop.
Wisconsin listened intently, then paused and turned around to his pilots and operators, 'I need visual down there as soon as possible, either scouts or drones I don't care! The protection of that site is as crucial as our Priority 2 agreement."
"Yes sir!" They replied.
Michael stepped forward, eager to assist his teammates as soon as possible, "Sir, permission to assist Raphael and escort the scientists to safety!?" Gabriel and Lucifer nodded their allegiance to assist, although the blue Spartan looked spectacle.
Mort'ang stood with them, prepared to assist in any way; this seemed to anger the Admiral greatly as he roared, "Proper marine reinforcements will be sent in due time, I require you three to escort this Shanghalli warrior to a holding pen until further orders abide you."
"What!" They protested, Lucifer looking violent as ever.
The Admiral nodded to two marines in the corner, gesturing for them to grab the Royal Zealot and secure him. They started walking to the Spartans; their assault rifles raised.
Gabriel stepped forward, activating his energy shields and raising his fists in an offensive position; the other two Spartans followed suite, preparing to knock the marines out if need be. Mort'ang glared at the Admiral, extending his mandibles in an aggressive stance.
"Sir, our team-mates need us down there and we will assist them" Gabriel swore to him.
Wisconsin roared, "With all due respect Spartans, if you do not restrain that Shanghalli and take him under the UNSC codes of conduct this very moment; I will have you court marshalled" |
Michael stepped forward, with Mort'ang right beside him, "With all due respect sir, don't make us your enemy."
The Spartans and Elite turned around, heading for the nearest pelican in the hanger bay and readying themselves for the battle ahead.
"Guys, I don't think a pelican will get us there fast enough, but I think I know what will" Gabriel noticed slowly, looking towards the ODST detachment bay and thinking out-loud to himself.
Meanwhile
"Ya'kai, the boarding craft is upon us!"
The Shipmaster scratched his upper right mandible in nervous anticipation; the covenant faction of 'Storm' had requested a summit meeting on his own corvette. Refusal of such a request could paramount a conflict between them and Ya'kai cared for his crew, he wouldn't go up against a Supreme Carrier with nothing but a corvette.
"Your excellency, Ta'ark is requesting your personal audience" An Elite minor spoke to him, arming his plasma rifle in preparation for the boarding party.
"I will speak to the heretic later brother, keep him in the detention pens" The Field Marshal replied shortly, activating the ships outer doors to open as soon as the Supreme Carrier's cargo would unload its parlay members.
The doors sizzled, and then activated; opening themselves in a horizontal tangent that let the covenant members of 'Storm' slowly enter the room.
Grunts entered first, armed with simple plasma pistols and needlers; equipped with methane tank armour and little goggled masks. They were flanked by a heavy set of Shanghalli generals and officials, all armed to the teeth with Fuel Rod Cannon's, concussion rifles and Energy swords.
These elites were a lot more heavily outfitted with armour and salvaged metal pieces then most 'Storm' Shanghalli, making them almost covered in bulky blue and gold encasement.
A dual set of Hunters walked in the room, heavy and bulky armour covering the soft orange tubes that created their entire bodies. They guarded a small figure in the middle of the entire progression, a figure seated in a hovering throne.
One of the Storm Shanghalli spoke, his voice drawled; as he spoke the rest of the formation repeated what he said, as if it were a sermon, "The Prophet of Storm"
The small San 'Shyuum stared straight at Ya'kai, letting his presence affect every Shanghalli warrior and pilot that was in the room slowly.
Ya'kai's Elites started to bow to the prophet of Storm, neglecting their allegiance to their Shipmaster and instead continuing their faith with the prophet.
Storm smiled, his small head bobbing up and down, "Seize the Infidel"
And without a seconds hesitation, Ya'kai's own forces, his own Shanghalli warriors; turned on him and grabbed the Shipmasters arms, restraining him and then quickly knocking him out.