Red blood slowly dripped of the Shanghalli's arm, falling down the golden forearm armour piece and slipping down the two primary fingers. The Royal Zealot grabbed his energy sword from the floor and left the scene, walking towards the parked phantom with the surviving Storm soldiers. He sat in the covenant vehicle slowly, watching the other Storm elites sit themselves and un-arm themselves completely for the ride back to the Covenant Corvette 'Reconciliation of Lies".
"Zealot", A voice called from outside the dormant vehicle.
Mort'ang turned his heavy head to the side, his armour encrusted with slashes and heavy sets of Shanghalli and Human blood.
The Harbinger stood outside the vehicle looking down at the golden Shanghalli slowly, his armour completely unmarked and jet black as ever.
"What is it?" The Zealot replied angrily, tired with the events of the day and this new interrogation by the Harbinger as well as the Prophet.
"The prophet will be demanding your attention on the Supreme Carrier, do not disappoint him." The nemesis growled at him before turning his back and leaving the phantom in its dormant state, the black Shanghalli was never one for small talk, and it was only because the prophet can commanded him to; that he had even spoken to the lowly elite.
Mort'ang turned back to the elites under his command and breathed loudly, "This needs to be done first"
And so the phantom ascended upwards, heading towards the small corvette quickly; ready to intercept and continue the requests of the Golden Zealot.
Memories filled his thought process as the phantom neared his destination, memories of the covenant at piece with humanity and where the ONI operators would walk all over them.
It was all a lie to the Shanghalli, and he was happy the Storm prophet had managed to interrupt the veil of lies set to them all by the human deceivers. Mort'ang didn't regret his decision for a second; it was the greater move to do.
Only one thing stopped his ascension to the great journey and the path of the Hierarch's.
He had to confront his old master, the Shanghalli Field Marshal that refused the assistance of the Storm and furthermore was currently rotting in the detention cells of the corvette "Reconciliation of Lies."
Mort'ang breathed in slowly, he had to take command over Ya'kai.
Meanwhile
Methane gas exploded out of the primary mask of the small Unggoy as it slowly stumbled over the soft black soil, it was encased in simple white ultra-armour that was covered with luminous blue blood and sparks. It was the last survivor of the original set of storm covies that had been sent after the blue Sniper Spartan that had caused heresy on 'the survivor'. All of his brethren and nipple brothers had been slaughtered by the Spartan's use of a stolen fuel rod cannon, and now the little Unggoy would have his revenge.
The Spartan laid on the ground, covered in blood and soil and destroyed blue Mjonlir armour; his arm was missing for some reason but that didn't matter to the Grunt. The Unggoy could tell that the human was still alive, but not for long.
It grunted slowly at the unconscious soldier and prepared his stolen Needler to slaughter it as it stayed asleep. Methane escaped from his mask again as it primed its primary weapon to fire quickly; within seconds the Grunt started to fire needles at the downed Spartan.
Suddenly the Unggoy was smacked backwards by a quick headshot from above, stopping the fire quickly. It was killed instantly, saving the Spartan and revealing the Sniper's true guardian angel.
A USNC pelican started descending from the clouds quickly, its hanger door cocked open with a Sniper Rifle poking out of the window. It smashed into the earth without further grace and immediately unloaded a small squad of marines to land and run towards the dropped blue Spartan.
They picked him up carefully, leaving his left arm behind as they carried him onto the pelican without further problems.
Gabriel stirred as the soldiers moved him to safety, looking up slowly he struggled to stay conscious as he saw the man who was responsible for saving his life completely.
Lucifer looked back at him coldly, still clad in black armour but with a new visor. He walked up to the heavily wounded Spartan and slowly put his fingers over Gabriel's eyes, making the Sniper immediately fall asleep in exhaustion and lack of wanting to life.