[i][b]Destiny Ascendant, Main Hangar[/b][/i]

The rather hostile move by the Overseer's droids caused the Sangheili Ultras to raise their own weaponry at the droids and the overseer. The Fleetmaster gestured his guards to keep their weapons down, while glaring at the Overseer, observing. 

"I eagerly await your solution to our menace. You will find hard to break our faith, even harder to break our fighting spirit, Overseer."

Then he turned to Commander Muriel, listening to what she had to said. Noticing how obvious her agitation was. He merely shaked his head when she finished the good-bye speech. 

"Very well. Consider yourselves warned of what the Covenant may unleash if you interfere in our divine sanctioned duty. I will no longer be able to grant you any further aid. This will be the last time we meet, I believe."

With the warning uttered, the Fleetmaster turned about and headed for his phantom. His guard followed suit. The negotiations no longer held any presence in his mind, the only thing that his mind had in focus was the eventual confrontation with the Arbiter. The fleetmaster feared little, but the Arbiter was known for his position on insubordination.

 The pilot of the Phantom spoke in the comms.

"Fleetmaster! The phantom are prepared to depart for the Arbiter's flagship."

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Aurora, the surface. 

The Covenant forces on the surface had begun to spread, heading for nearby cities and villages with one intention. To clear the surrounding area of taint. The area around the Vault were littered with unmoving Covenant forces, unable to move by an unknown force. Before the unknown force had taken hold of the troops, they were in the process of clearing the entrance to the Vault of corpses of both hostiles and Covenant. As well as preparing for insertion into the Vault. Various troops of the Covenant stood at the ready, armed with Anti-Armour weaponry to deal with the behemoth that stood between them and the Jiralhanae pack. But there was one species of the Covenant that was un-touched by the unknown force. The Engineers, as most called the species. The backbone of the technology aspect of The Covenant. 
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Not much was known of their origins, but they had an unique touch with whatever technology the Forerunners had created. They opened the option for the Covenant to achieve their power, but they are treated like slaves. There were no friendlier species within the Covenant than the Engineers, they held no hatred for anyone. But despite this, to unable them of working with the enemy due to the Engineers kindness, bombs had been implanted into their bodies. 
While the Covenant troops were frozen, the engineers continued their work; clearing the field of Covenant corpses. 

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Aurora, within the Vault.

Tartarus observed the enemy, clearly seeing that his pack was outgunned and outmanned. Their only hope was to hold out and await for reinforcements from outside. He noticed how small the enemy was, close to the height of a Jackal. For every dead Jiralhanae, there would be ten dead on the opposing team. A fair fight, Tartarus decreed! 

"Pfah, then you will have to rip them from our cold, dead hands! Come! Face the might of the Covenant, our faith will enable us to crush you like the insects you are!"

As Tartarus were about to land a plasma shot at one of the enemy, his body froze. He could do nothing. Just watch and speak.

"What is this black-magic?! Pack, report!"

"Bwarh! I'm frozen, I can't move!"

Similar reports came from the rest of his pack. All frozen like pictures. Then he heard a voice behind him, following his own body began moving against his own will. Tartarus listened to the al-mighty being, growing more angrier by the word. 

"Bwarh! Don't listen to the tainted mad-man, pack-members! With the Prophet's Will and Guidance, they will soon be cleansed from the Holy Sanctuary of the Forerunners, and soon enough in our bellies! Harh!"

As both the Vixen troops and Covenant troops began move onto the platform, Tartarus went through the pain whenever he tried to move his body at his own will. It proved for the mostly fruitless, but once the forces began lining up beside eachother, his Will proved right. For a moment, Tartarus managed to bring his hammer from his back. That was a far his faith and will brought him. The pain was too much, even for Tartarus. If he'd gotten his will, the heathens around him would be flying in every direction. There was only one thing to do, he spoke into the comms, even if it might fall on deaf ears.

"All Covenant forces on Aurora, attack anything that is not Covenant! Cleanse!"

Afterwards, he howled in the fashion of a Jiralhanae. His pack followed suit.