The doors sizzled open, letting the three Spartans enter the main hanger bay quickly; their armour worn and torn by the battle before but still operational as a whole.
Mort'ang waited for them inside the hanger-bay cockpit patiently, and almost smiled as the Spartans finally caught up with him. Michael felt like smiling back but held it in, he had a job to do and the Storm soldiers would be attacking the ship any minute.

Gabriel started explaining the situation with him, "We got storm soldiers coming inbound the hanger bays Mort'ang you with us on this one?"
The Shanghalli zealot looked back at him, his mandibles twitching nervously at the prospect of killing more of his kin, "I am with you human, the Storm faction is a virus that needs to be crushed."
Michael nodded with him, pleased an issue didn't come out of this matter. Before he could reply in kind however, a noise emitted from the main hangers beacon systems.

Two phantoms were approaching their hanger bay, ready to intercept the shuttle's main docking hanger. Outside the hanger barrier, Raphael could see three banshees' flying past the phantoms in a quick succession of purple streaks.
Raphael spoke up quickly, "Ok me and the Elite will make sure nothing passes through here alive or breathing" He spoke aggressively, ready to qualm any arguments that may arise.
"Understood!" Gabriel shouted, moving back to the other hanger bays with Michael in order to qualm any other covenant attacks.

Raphael stood on the hanger bay cockpit, alone with Mort'ang and a small squad of supporting marines. He held a UNSC class grenade launcher and a shotgun on his back, ready for anything big enough to mess with him.
The windows smashed open as the covenant boarded the ship, only to receive a heavy resistance as there welcoming party. Storm Grunts were dropped as easily as mayflies as soon as they landed in the UNSC vessel, the Jackals took a bit more persuasion but were simple enough to destroy.
Mort'ang roared at the underling storm soldiers, firing his needle rifle until they all dropped to the hard metal floor. Many of the enemies exploded as the needles reacted together, creating a pink cloud of chemical reactions.

"Come on!" Raphael roared at them, firing his grenade launcher and felling many foes at once with the heavy weapon. Another set of phantoms unloaded more enemies, this time letting Storm Shanghalli fire upon the humans with storm rifles, needlers and carbines.

The big red Spartan roared at them, firing his primary weapon with all resolve he carried; suddenly a massive green ball of plasma hit him straight in the chest, completely depleting his shields and leaving him vulnerable to enemy fire.
One storm elite roared and noticed this as an opportunity, quickly aiming his Carbine rifle to shoot the defenceless Spartan in the face. Nothing stopped the elite from firing.
Its small and skinny projectile was flung through the air straight for Raphael, nothing could make it miss; except Mort'ang jumping in front of the bullet and defecting it of his blue shields.

The Golden Elite roared at the storm Shanghalli, activating his energy swords the Royal Zealot jumped straight into the fray and immediately struck down the carbine wielding elite with a powerful right armed sword thrust. The other storm soldiers looked confused as they faced down the Golden Zealot, they had never fought a member of their own covenant before.

Mort'ang stood against four elites alone, armed with an energy sword and a powerful vengeance as he struck down all his foes with a frenzied passion and hatred. Purple blood splattered his armour all the way down until it reached into his own wounds, mixing the elites blood with his own; which in a way was ok because they were the same species.
Mort'ang paused for a second, unsure why he was fighting this enemy and committing this murder on his own kin, he couldn't even remember why he was slaughtering these Storm soldiers anyway.

Weren't they just like him, except with flawed thoughts and processes?
Raphael appeared next to him, breaking the shields of another Storm elite by shooting it head on with a shotgun, after the warrior fell to the ground; the Spartan picked up its energy sword quickly and activated it to crush another storm soldier.

"Mort'ang!" A rough voice called to him.
The golden zealot turned around to the strange sight of an official zealot standing in front of him wielding an energy sword and a frenzied anger.

It was Ta'ark, his former brother and friend.

Mort'ang roared at the other Shanghalli and paced around him, leaving the image of two zealots facing off against each other with identical armour but different coloured palettes. They circled each other slowly, watching each other's movements and pacing.
Then suddenly they stuck, at exactly the same time they smashed their swords together and clashed the energy into a massive spark that erupted explosively. Again they clashed, driving their swords into each other and jumping back as the energy blew them back.

"Did you betray Ya'kai and join the Storm!" Mort'ang roared at him, cleaving his sword through the air and smashing it into his opponent's blade.
"Of course not!" Ta'ark responded, parrying his frenzied blow and retaliating in kind, "It was your slippery master that betrayed the covenant!"
The Golden zealot roared and tackled him to the ground in a frenzy; his sword fell to the floor as they both fell in a heap. Mort'ang grabbed his opponent's wrist and tried to force the sword out of his taloned hand.
"Take that back Filth!" He screamed into Ta'ark's face, his mandibles spitting spittle over the Crimson zealot.
Ta'ark scooped low and suddenly used his powerful legs to kick the golden zealot in the chest and of him, still holding his energy sword while Mort'ang was weapon-less, he roared at him, "Look around you! You are betraying your own race for the human scum!? What have you become!"

Mort'ang stopped for a moment, confused with the words his brother had left behind….his brother?
He looked down to the ground at his dropped energy sword and almost wept over the slaughter he had committed to his own kind.
Ta'ark noticed his opponent's confusion and roared, lunging forward in order to cut the golden zealot's head clean off.

But something stopped him, Raphael.

The Red Spartan IV spun around quickly and faced the Crimson elite quickly, the Human and Shanghalli both clad in blood red armour and carrying swords. Without a beat, the Spartan moved quickly; quicker than any elite could image, as he lunged forward and buried the energy sword into Ta'ark's chest.
The crimson Zealot fell to the floor, purple blood spilling in and contrasting against his usual red armour, he spat out blood once and fell straight forward; sending the energy sword straight through his chest and out the back of his spine.

Raphael stood over the enemy zealot weapon-less, it had been a decent kill and he had at least saved Mort'ang's life from the monster of an enemy.
The golden zealot looked up to the sight of his former brother dying on the floor, an energy sword erupting from his back and a pool of blood forming around him.

Rage filled the Golden Zealot, he stood up slowly and grabbed his energy sword from the blood ridden floor. Without pausing a beat or even to reconcile for his actions, Mort'ang stabbed the red Spartan in the back with the sword; letting it slice through his chest and erupt out his neck.

Raphael tried to scream as the blade was ripped out of his body, blood pouring out of the massive gash and into his red armour; mixing completely with his armour colour.

The Spartan IV dropped to the floor lifeless, his red blood mixing with Ta'ark's purple.

Mort'ang looked back at both of them, both sides of the life he used to life and entered the phantom unit that was sitting by the hanger; two grunts had been watching the entire spectacle in something close to fear. They paused, unsure whether to shoot or congratulate the zealot on his fine kill.
The golden Zealot entered the phantom quickly, not looking back at the corpses as he left the UNSC vessel 'Wary Warden' to its doom and fate.