Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-WWjwsCCOFM


While the rest of the battle-group remained within the vicinity of Aurora, the Fleet-Master's flagship were well on it's way towards The Destiny Ascendant. However, the Fleet-Master had instructed the bridge to hold the position just outside the calculated range of combat of the Destiny Ascendant. From there-on, he would continue the trip aboard a phantom. Accompanied by four banshees, which would disengage and return to the flagship after a while. His guard consisted of four Sangheili Ultras, adorning snow-white coloured armour. The Ultras are among the best within the Covenant infantry units, often leading the battle when a superior are lacking. The five Sangheili's awaited patiently and quietly for their arrival to the Destiny Ascendant. The first to talk was the pilot of the phantom.

"We will arrive within five minutes, Fleet-Master." No more needed to be said about it. The Fleet-Master acknowledged the pilot with a mere grunt. The Pilot knew what to do. He opened the comm's and spoke.

"Destiny Ascendant, this is the escort of The Fleet-Master. He will arrive within five minutes. Requesting docking permission."

The Fleet-Master barked an order to his Ultras, positioning himself at the head of the square formation his guards had created behind him. At first, curiosity had occupied his mind. Who were these aliens? Why would they conduct a meeting for neutral grounds? The theories did not matter, he concluded to himself. He would just have to see what would happen. The Fleet-Master could overhear the brief and formal conversation the pilot had with the Destiny Ascendant. It seemed as if the phantom were about to land. While the hovering phantom commenced landing procedures, the hatches on both sides of the Phantom opened. Revealing the view of the Main Hangar at first, and then the habitats of the ship. The Fleet-Master could clearly see that the security the ship had conjured up was armed. He and his guards was at a disadvantage as of the moment should it come to battle, but alas, so were they, he concluded. The Fleet-Master and his guard exited the phantom once it had made it's descent complete. At first, he remains silent as he observes the gathered, then the Sangheili speaks.

"I am Fleet-Master Rah Nar'Kolimee of The Covenant. Shall we begin?"

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[i]In the meanwhile, inside a phantom descending to Aurora.[/i]

"The Hierarchs has finally deemed us, the underdogs of the Covenant, The Jiralhanae, worthy to aid The Covenant! Worthy to join the Sangheili, the arrogant pricks, in the quest to bring forth the Great Journey! With this chance given to us, I'll be damned if the Sangheili are the first ones to find whatever valuable that lies down on that wretched planet! I, Tartarus, chieftain of the Chosen Jiralhanae Tribe, will be the one to find it and bring glory to our species!" 

The Jiralhanae gathered within the descending phantom all howled at the same time, banging their hands onto their chests. While Tartarus held his Gravity Hammer, The Fist of Rukt, high in the air. The Jiralhanae is a relatively new addition to the Covenant. If it hadn't been for the Prophet of Mercy, the Sangheili would have exterminated the Jiralhanae at their first encounter. This bear-like race serves as shocktroopers within the Covenant, easily able to lead a bloody charge. Strength and weapon utilisation are their specialities, while lacking in wit and cunning. There's still the occasional Jiralhanae that master in all of the said things. They often end up being leaders of their kind. Tartarus, The Chieftain of the Jiralhanae Tribe present, was one of the occasional Jiralhanae. 
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The Pilot of the Phantom announced in the speakers within the Phantom that they would land within some moments. The howling Jiralhanae began chanting with a low, deep voice, while slowly banging their hands onto their chests. It became more rapid as the Phantom approached the ground. Tartarus began receiving chatter through the comms that other Phantoms had already landed and prepared their assault. Tartarus had planned his forces to make use of energy-shield to quickly approach the Vault. Once close enough, the Jiralhanae would do what they did best. To be cannon-fodder of efficiency. The hatches on the Phantom's sides opened. The Jiralhanae howled as they poured out of the ship. Tartarus led the charge. They wasted little time in reaching the war-zone. His plan came in effect shortly after. Energy-shields in the form of a dome was staffed by three grunts and one brute each. The shields was constructed to withstand heavy damage. The Sangheili remained in the back of the attack, covering the front-forces with long/medium range weaponry. Tartarus himself utilised a one-of-a-kind custom body-covering shield created on the Jiralhanae. That, alongside his Gravity hammer. A powerful weapon which can be used to manipulate gravity, allowing it to push opponents away or pull them towards the wielder, as well as deflecting incoming projectiles. This weapon consists of a shaft, head, and blade. A field generator, which is located in the head, emits a kinetic pulse which blows both friend and foe with incredible damage. 

Once Tartarus deemed the energy-shields to be close enough for close-quarter-combat, he erupted a roar loud enough for everyone within the close vicinity to hear him, and tremble. Then he hoisted his hammer high in the air and bellowed:

"Charge now! In the name of the Covenant, let us mutilate these heretics! CHARGE!"