[i][b]Destiny Ascendant[/b][/i] As the Fleet-Master glared at the Commander, simply ignoring the heretic whom are aiming his staff at the Fleet-Master. He anticipated this reaction from all parties. His guards were reaching for their weapons, but the Fleet-Master quickly gestured them to remain still. "To offer you and yours a chance to live, Commander. Depart the Aurora system to evade a conflict. Don't do anything that you will regret doing. Our two species have yet to clash. I offer your this chance to evade war, my superiors won't give you this chance. Turn this ship around, depart at full speed. Let us mind to our own business." His guards exchanged glances, starting to question the fleet-master's true goal. This didn't sound like the demands he usually gave? Then the Fleet-Master moved his gaze at Kindel, the one aiming with the staff. Growling quite visibly with his mandibles. "You hold no honour? I suggest you silence your tongue and disarm yourself, heretic. We may do battle -after- we're off neutral grounds. " The Fleet-Master awaited the response from the gathered, doubting that they might have not understood him at all. It didn't help that the next moments may decide the outcome of this conflict. [hr] [i][b]Within the flagship of the Pious Transgression, the Illuminated Consecration. Loud ruckus could be heard from the bridge.[/b][/i] "The Fleet-Master is where?! Did what?! I specifically told him to not conduct diplomacy, simply to secure the vault! He will know the true meaning of disciplinary punishment, IF he returns. Pfah, no matter. We must keep focus on the current battle. Bridge-officer, bring up the map." The somewhat-nervous bridge-officer quickly brought up a holographic map over Aurora's orbit and surface. The Arbiter inspected the map, thinking through what tactics which could be used. He could see the transmitters from the Jiralhanae within the Vault, nodding slowly in approval of their efficiency. The map also displayed the gigantic creature. Clearly a hostile. Reports from the ground mentioned that the beast wears a hide-or armour- that protects it from close to all infantry-based weapons. While units with anti-armour weapons could be deployed to eliminate the threat, it seems that some alien species are protecting it. Much as the Arbiter would like to know more of the beast, the only thing he -needed- to know was how to kill it. A scarab had been deployed onto the battlefield, but due to the sandstorm, it had landed outside of the city. It needed time to arrive. Time Tartarus and his brutes didn't have. A plan began to form within the Arbiter's head. As he zoomed closer the ruins with the holographic map, The Arbiter began drawing lines. Designated lines. Infantry to move into ruined buildings with anti-armour weapons. Fuel-rods, plasma-turrets, anything that could deliver damage. Before the infantry would move into the ruins, however. Several banshees would conduct air-raids upon the beast and those in the vicinity of it. The area outside of the Vault was empty of Covenant troops, or there might be some alive. Doing a last stand. If they fell during the air-raids, so be it. They died in the name of the Great Journey. Once The Arbiter had drawn the lines created on the holographic map, he began to send the designated description of the attack to the troops. Soon after, the assault would initiate-...But just before the plan came into motion, the beast alongside it's smaller infantry began moving into the vault. The need for air-raids were gone. The Covenant forces was free to move at their leisure. With the Pack of Jiralhanae already within the Vault, the enemy would have to survive enemies from two fronts. "All ground forces in the vicinity of the Vault, move inside! Corner the heretics, make them suffer for their trespassing!" [hr] [i][b]Aurora, within the Vault.[/b][/i] The Pack of Jiralhanae observed the magnificent fight, some even gazing upon it in awe as they saw the sparks and the sounds that came from the duel. Tartarus spent a moment to observe as well, but he quickly snapped out of it. Silently, Tartarus began gesturing his pack to form a line. Blocking the exit from those within, as well as to block from anyone outside to come in. The Chieftain noticed how the two managed to do...Unnatural things. Grab things from thin air, like the rifles. Which had been vaporized by lightning that came out of the dark-cladded's fingers. The Chieftain began to think about this. These two held powers which none of the Covenant could display. Clearly, they must have stolen Forerunner technology, twisted it to their own decrepit ways. They were the price the Jiralhanae would bring back to the Prophet. Master Kavar and Darth Dragos could soon feel the earth starting to tremble? As if something large was coming their way. They were so focused with the duel that they didn't even see what came charging for them. Leaping forward, Tartarus held his Gravity Hammer high above his head, sending it straight down between the two duelling. The kinetic pulses coming from that strike could be strong enough to blow both the Force-wielders away, possibly knocking the two unconscious. If successful, Tartarus gestures the Jiralhanae to carry the two unconscious during their way out of the vault. "This is Tartarus to Pious Transgression! We have something-Someone from the Vault that holds Forerunner presence within them. Requests immediate assistance." The Arbiter himself answered the Chieftain. "Set up a defensive position within the Vault. The beast alongside its allies are on their way to you now. Covenant reinforcements will soon attack them from behind."