The UNSC pelican soared through the air right over the forerunner site and straight up into the path of the dormant second ship, the Battle carrier 'Red Dusk'. The Spartans sat in the lower seats of the vehicle, watching out as their former frigate was being blown apart due to the Covenant Supreme Carrier with a solemn lack of words. The Wary Warden wasn't even firing back as the Storm ship blew its plasma batteries into the hull of the frigate, leaving smoke of energy and sparks flowing through the ship. The plasma cut through the ship's exterior hull as easily as a hot knife but through soft butter.
Michael watched as the entire human vessel was pummelled into simple fragments of metal, plasma and fire, "You think they made it out of there?"
Gabriel looked back down at him, sighing slowly, "Honestly rookie, I don't think anything survived that wreck." The only thing that they had been able to save was the wounded and civilians; including Lucifer and Lieutenant Drafter.
The Frigate's inner generators were suddenly hit by the radioactive plasma that had been carving slowly into the metal interiors; the explosive rocketed the entire Frigate splitting it into two even metal exterior structures and thousands of makeshift meteors.
"Incoming!" The pilot screamed in fear as large hunks of metal started appearing on his radar set; the same pieces that were flung right to smash into the pelican's back.
The back hover engines were immediately crushed to pieces and erupted into a blue fiery cloud of shards of metal.
Sirens screamed as the entire vehicle fell forward, losing all altitude and plummeting downwards into the planet's surface. Cloud's flashed by the falling hunk of metal as it descended quickly before nearing to crash into the rocky earth.
Michael panicked quickly, grabbing onto the upper handlebars in fear of the crash landing; the other Spartan screamed out to the marines as they started getting flung out of the destroyed pelican. He failed to warn them as the final soldier disappeared from his view.
"Hold on!" Gabriel roared to his team-mate as the harsh rocky ground rushed up to meet them in a violent rush.
Meanwhile
"Lieutenant Drafter? We have confirmation on the injured Spartan IV reaching our medical bays, also the UNSC Frigate 'Wary Warden' is completely destroyed"
The ONI operator turned around slowly, "An acceptable loss, it will look good on the report", after the betrayal of the Covenant forces; she had started a report on the destruction of the Priority II Agreement due to the Shanghalli's interactions.
"Where are the other Spartans?" She spoke slowly, her lips barely moving as she remembered the events on board the Wary Warden as well as their mutiny and disloyalty.
"Unclear ma'am, the other emergency vehicles are still coming into hanger C with more civilians and wounded soldiers" The operator replied slowly, watching his monitor as the pelicans entered the Red Dusk's barrier.
Drafter turned back to her cockpit's monitoring system in anticipation, she felt like something was going to happen again; something was going to happen.
Suddenly the major screen of the entire cockpit flashed purple quickly, grabbing the entire set of operator's attention quickly.
A small face flickered onto the screen, the stunted face of a San 'Shyuum prophet attached to the small disproportionate body that sat upon a hovering throne of a chair. The Storm leader watched over the humans in a mix of amusement and disgust.
Drafter stepped forward slowly, "My name is Lieutenant…"
The prophet raised his two fingered long hand and stopped her quickly, "No need to speak human, I come with a simple message and one I shall say once."
The entire cockpit remained silent slowly, waiting for the Storm to speak their intentions in order to hopefully counteract against it. Drafter breathed slowly, unsure over how safe she really was in this situation; she was all too aware of the power this prophet commanded.
Suddenly an image came up on the screen, a current image of the destroyed Frigate that was currently starting to plummet down to the planet's surface.
The prophet's voice came over this image, "I am halting my attack on your race, merely to give you a chance to flee, take it or you will end up like your companions?"
Laughter ended the communications slowly.
The Lieutenant stopped what she was doing, terrified at the prospect of her ship being turned into metal mesh with blue plasma and smoke peeking out of the holes.
Then she turned around to her operators, speaking slowly, "Prepare to leave the planet's atmosphere, gather slip-space generator's back to the closest known human settlement."