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Imperial Base, Airfield - 20th Stormtrooper Platoon
"Right! Double check your kits, double check your fellow troopers kits and station yourselves in your designated deploy-ship! MOVE IT!"
The rather loud barking came from the battle-hardened Sergeant Major, a man most of the 20th Platoon feared. He stod taller than most, a position where he had almost full oversight of the gathered Platoon. He had a fiery spirit this day, one could almost think he was enthrilled. The Stormtroopers reckoned it was because of the rapidly uprising of filthy rebels, it had been some time ago since the 20th last got the chance to prove themselves to the Empire in battle. The Sergeant Major continued his renowned barking.
"Rumors say that the Rebels have retreated from their entrenched position and are now retreating to an even more entrenched position! That's what I'd do if I was a RAT! We will clear out the vermin, and remember! The Emperor are watching us, we shan't fail!"
The Platoon Commander, Lieutenant TK-230, arrived to the scene of thirty-eight Stormtroopers preparing for deployment. A sight that truly gave a man some vigour to his spirits. But there was no time to enjoy such a view, the Lieutenant decreed to himself. They had orders to follow. Suited in his Stormtrooper uniform, he addressed the Sergeant Major.
"Sergeant Major! Are the troops ready for deployment?"
The Sergeant Major turned around by instinct, positioning himself at attention when the Lieutenant spoke.
"Yes, sir! The men are double checking their gear now and are preparing for lift-off. We are ready to show the rats what happens when they disturb the Emperor's Peace!"
Nothing cheered the Lieutenant like the sight of an over-thrilled Sergeant Major. A rare sight, but most welcomed.
"Good to hear - Now, go to your designated squad and await for departure, Sergeant Major."
As the Sergeant made his way to the dropship, the Lieutenant gave the Imperial Base a glance. He knew very well that this could be his last time seeing it. Soon as the glance had settled the Lieutenant's mind, he went aboard the dropship. Their designated drop point? Either a firebase close to the frontlines or closer to the Capital. The Lieutenant awaited further orders from command.
"Right! Double check your kits, double check your fellow troopers kits and station yourselves in your designated deploy-ship! MOVE IT!"
The rather loud barking came from the battle-hardened Sergeant Major, a man most of the 20th Platoon feared. He stod taller than most, a position where he had almost full oversight of the gathered Platoon. He had a fiery spirit this day, one could almost think he was enthrilled. The Stormtroopers reckoned it was because of the rapidly uprising of filthy rebels, it had been some time ago since the 20th last got the chance to prove themselves to the Empire in battle. The Sergeant Major continued his renowned barking.
"Rumors say that the Rebels have retreated from their entrenched position and are now retreating to an even more entrenched position! That's what I'd do if I was a RAT! We will clear out the vermin, and remember! The Emperor are watching us, we shan't fail!"
The Platoon Commander, Lieutenant TK-230, arrived to the scene of thirty-eight Stormtroopers preparing for deployment. A sight that truly gave a man some vigour to his spirits. But there was no time to enjoy such a view, the Lieutenant decreed to himself. They had orders to follow. Suited in his Stormtrooper uniform, he addressed the Sergeant Major.
"Sergeant Major! Are the troops ready for deployment?"
The Sergeant Major turned around by instinct, positioning himself at attention when the Lieutenant spoke.
"Yes, sir! The men are double checking their gear now and are preparing for lift-off. We are ready to show the rats what happens when they disturb the Emperor's Peace!"
Nothing cheered the Lieutenant like the sight of an over-thrilled Sergeant Major. A rare sight, but most welcomed.
"Good to hear - Now, go to your designated squad and await for departure, Sergeant Major."
As the Sergeant made his way to the dropship, the Lieutenant gave the Imperial Base a glance. He knew very well that this could be his last time seeing it. Soon as the glance had settled the Lieutenant's mind, he went aboard the dropship. Their designated drop point? Either a firebase close to the frontlines or closer to the Capital. The Lieutenant awaited further orders from command.
Name: Jarred - TK 230
Species: Human.
Faction/Unit: Imperial Army - 20th Stormtrooper Platoon.
Location: Imperial Base.
Synopsis of Role: Stormtrooper Lieutenant, first in command of the 20th Stormtrooper Platoon.
Name: Klanh - TK 234
Species: Human.
Faction/Unit: Imperial Army - 20th Stormtrooper Platoon.
Location: Imperial Base.
Synopsis of Role: Stormtrooper Sergeant Major, second in command of the 20th Stormtrooper Platoon.
Species: Human.
Faction/Unit: Imperial Army - 20th Stormtrooper Platoon.
Location: Imperial Base.
Synopsis of Role: Stormtrooper Lieutenant, first in command of the 20th Stormtrooper Platoon.
Name: Klanh - TK 234
Species: Human.
Faction/Unit: Imperial Army - 20th Stormtrooper Platoon.
Location: Imperial Base.
Synopsis of Role: Stormtrooper Sergeant Major, second in command of the 20th Stormtrooper Platoon.
I'd like to join should a spot be open in the future. I'm liking the looks of this.
If I get a spot, might do a ship commander for the Cult. Or something.
If I get a spot, might do a ship commander for the Cult. Or something.
Pious Transgression, Illuminated Consecration
Both the Arbiter and Prophet of Mercy observed the holo-table as it displayed the destruction of the fleet-master's phantom. This was an act of war, there was no doubt. The negotiations was the only thing holding the Covenant fleet back. The Prophet simply muttered; "A shame." before nodding at The Arbiter. He knew what to do. While the negotiations had gone on, he'd formulated an aggressive, fast paced plan. Ships within the fleet began changing formations. Smaller transport frigates alongside escorts began descending upon Aurora, dispersing over the planet-side. Their task was easy; clean the planet of taint. While a planet-wide invasion was in the works, three battle-groups was formed. One to hold their position, one to initiate a blockade of Aurora and the last one would search for the Destiny Ascendant. To conduct such dis-honourable actions couldn't go unpunished. A group of five Battle-cruisers and one Assault Carrier began their way with great speed to scout the system. If they had luck, the Ship couldn't have gotten far.
The Arbiter had, with the blessing of the Prophet, sent a Strike-Group to the Vault. This Strike-Group consisted of Zealots and Ultras. The elite of the Sangheili.
Aurora, within the Vault.
Tartarus and his pack put up a good fight, despite their significantly lesser numbers. The rather confined space made the following-conflict a cluster-of-confusion. The Jiralhanae took this to their advantage. But in the end, most of Tartarus' pack laid dead on the floor. Only four, including Tartarus survived the ordeal. All injured in some way or another. The Chieftain of the pack regained consciousness when a Genshati stomped on his chest. Still suffering from the unconsciousness, Tartarus didn't get a full image of the situation at first. But his vision quickly recovered, making the magnificent room visible for him. The dead littered around him, of both friend and foe. Then he heard the Hirule speak.
"I must see to final preparations. If you imbeciles have learnt anything from the death of your comrades, you won't try anything stupid until I come back."
The anger within Tartarus begun to rise, a dangerous anger. The Jiralhanae species are known for the frenzy when seeing their pack-members die. But the Chieftain knew better than to fall victim to the frenzy. His only objective now was to find a way to make this go in his fortune. His inaction proved some fruit, as he heard some static chatter from the surface. Tartarus could only assume the forces on the surface had made their way into the Vault.
"Tartar-...We've infiltra-...The Vault-...Engineers-...Hacking into-....The System."
Only time would tell if the Covenant forces would be able to access the Genshati systems.
Both the Arbiter and Prophet of Mercy observed the holo-table as it displayed the destruction of the fleet-master's phantom. This was an act of war, there was no doubt. The negotiations was the only thing holding the Covenant fleet back. The Prophet simply muttered; "A shame." before nodding at The Arbiter. He knew what to do. While the negotiations had gone on, he'd formulated an aggressive, fast paced plan. Ships within the fleet began changing formations. Smaller transport frigates alongside escorts began descending upon Aurora, dispersing over the planet-side. Their task was easy; clean the planet of taint. While a planet-wide invasion was in the works, three battle-groups was formed. One to hold their position, one to initiate a blockade of Aurora and the last one would search for the Destiny Ascendant. To conduct such dis-honourable actions couldn't go unpunished. A group of five Battle-cruisers and one Assault Carrier began their way with great speed to scout the system. If they had luck, the Ship couldn't have gotten far.
The Arbiter had, with the blessing of the Prophet, sent a Strike-Group to the Vault. This Strike-Group consisted of Zealots and Ultras. The elite of the Sangheili.
Aurora, within the Vault.
Tartarus and his pack put up a good fight, despite their significantly lesser numbers. The rather confined space made the following-conflict a cluster-of-confusion. The Jiralhanae took this to their advantage. But in the end, most of Tartarus' pack laid dead on the floor. Only four, including Tartarus survived the ordeal. All injured in some way or another. The Chieftain of the pack regained consciousness when a Genshati stomped on his chest. Still suffering from the unconsciousness, Tartarus didn't get a full image of the situation at first. But his vision quickly recovered, making the magnificent room visible for him. The dead littered around him, of both friend and foe. Then he heard the Hirule speak.
"I must see to final preparations. If you imbeciles have learnt anything from the death of your comrades, you won't try anything stupid until I come back."
The anger within Tartarus begun to rise, a dangerous anger. The Jiralhanae species are known for the frenzy when seeing their pack-members die. But the Chieftain knew better than to fall victim to the frenzy. His only objective now was to find a way to make this go in his fortune. His inaction proved some fruit, as he heard some static chatter from the surface. Tartarus could only assume the forces on the surface had made their way into the Vault.
"Tartar-...We've infiltra-...The Vault-...Engineers-...Hacking into-....The System."
Only time would tell if the Covenant forces would be able to access the Genshati systems.
Destiny Ascendant, Main Hangar
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."
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.
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.
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.
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."
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.
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.
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.
Aurora, within the Vault
"Do we have an agreement?!"
Tartarus growled to himself as he inspected the holo projector, calculating his options. A devout member of the Covenant would've charged at the enemy at the first sight of them, but Tartarus? No, he wanted to live. He had more to accomplish in his life, some lesser beings wouldn't be the reason for his undoing.
"Create a passage for me and my pack to go through, unharmed! You'll not touch my troops or my prisoners!"
What would stop Tartarus' superiors from punishing the Jiralhanae for allowing the enemy passage into the Vault? Well, luckily for Tartarus, there's a Covenant army just outside of the Vault. What would stop him from just charge straight back into the vault?
Destiny Ascendant
The Fleet-Master listened, and listened to the gathered. Then he spoke to Commander Muriel and Raldyr. Ignoring the Overseer at first.
"Leave the Aurora System. The Vault belongs to the Covenant, it is our divine right to lay claim to it due to it's information on The Great Journey. No matter how much innocent blood are spilt over i. You may still avoid a war that will end in blood. On either sides."
Then the Fleet-Master turned to the Overseer, eager to plunge his traditional Energy-Sword into the Kindal's guts. But he kept himself in check.
"What you speak of is heresy, which neither The Prophet or The Arbiter, our leaders, will accept. I will offer you what I offered the others; Leave or there will be blood spilt. And I assure you, all of you, that The Arbiter are of the zealous ilk of my kind. He will be zealous in the potential war that will usher from this.
Pious Transgression, Illuminated Consecration.
The holographic table projected the map of the current fields of interest. It showed the dying-battle happening down on the surface, displaying more and more assets being deployed to surface. Since there was sufficient troops deployed at the Vault, The Arbiter had deemed the nearby cities as threats to the Vault. Banshees and seraphs was deployed to conduct bombardment. Anti-Air assets was asserted into various spots around the city, to halt any unwanted guests.
While the other spot of interest was the Fleet-Master's flagship and the Destiny Ascendant. Battle-Cruisers and support frigates was at standby if the situation changed.
The Prophet and The Arbiter both awaited eagerly on what the results of the meeting would bear.
"Do we have an agreement?!"
Tartarus growled to himself as he inspected the holo projector, calculating his options. A devout member of the Covenant would've charged at the enemy at the first sight of them, but Tartarus? No, he wanted to live. He had more to accomplish in his life, some lesser beings wouldn't be the reason for his undoing.
"Create a passage for me and my pack to go through, unharmed! You'll not touch my troops or my prisoners!"
What would stop Tartarus' superiors from punishing the Jiralhanae for allowing the enemy passage into the Vault? Well, luckily for Tartarus, there's a Covenant army just outside of the Vault. What would stop him from just charge straight back into the vault?
Destiny Ascendant
The Fleet-Master listened, and listened to the gathered. Then he spoke to Commander Muriel and Raldyr. Ignoring the Overseer at first.
"Leave the Aurora System. The Vault belongs to the Covenant, it is our divine right to lay claim to it due to it's information on The Great Journey. No matter how much innocent blood are spilt over i. You may still avoid a war that will end in blood. On either sides."
Then the Fleet-Master turned to the Overseer, eager to plunge his traditional Energy-Sword into the Kindal's guts. But he kept himself in check.
"What you speak of is heresy, which neither The Prophet or The Arbiter, our leaders, will accept. I will offer you what I offered the others; Leave or there will be blood spilt. And I assure you, all of you, that The Arbiter are of the zealous ilk of my kind. He will be zealous in the potential war that will usher from this.
Pious Transgression, Illuminated Consecration.
The holographic table projected the map of the current fields of interest. It showed the dying-battle happening down on the surface, displaying more and more assets being deployed to surface. Since there was sufficient troops deployed at the Vault, The Arbiter had deemed the nearby cities as threats to the Vault. Banshees and seraphs was deployed to conduct bombardment. Anti-Air assets was asserted into various spots around the city, to halt any unwanted guests.
While the other spot of interest was the Fleet-Master's flagship and the Destiny Ascendant. Battle-Cruisers and support frigates was at standby if the situation changed.
The Prophet and The Arbiter both awaited eagerly on what the results of the meeting would bear.
Destiny Ascendant
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.
Within the flagship of the Pious Transgression, the Illuminated Consecration. Loud ruckus could be heard from the bridge.
"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!"
Aurora, within the Vault.
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."
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.
Within the flagship of the Pious Transgression, the Illuminated Consecration. Loud ruckus could be heard from the bridge.
"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!"
Aurora, within the Vault.
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."
Destiny Ascendant
The Fleet-Master noticed how the assembled didn't really understand each other. He sighed with his mandibles at the sight of the translator, regretting not bringing one of the Engineers, they would have solved the issue in no time. Nonetheless, he kept trying to understand. Which he actually managed, somewhat. A simple nod was offered to Muriel, and continued trying to 'simplify' his word-speech.
"I am here. Holy reason. Aurora. Ours."
Then the Fleet-Master moved his gaze over to Kindel, inspecting the unknown being. A simple "Hrmf." Escaped him as his visual inspection was finished. He awaited the response from the others. While waiting, one of his guards whispered something to the Fleet-Master. He nodded slowly to himself, approving the new set of news.
Once more, he spoke. "Pious Transgression. IS here. Now. I recommend. Withdraw. Surface troops. Now."
Aurora, Surface.
"What in the name of the Prophets is that?!"
Several members of the Covenant forces recoiled their charge as they gained a view on the Vulkhar, attacking the tanks. The grunts of the forces present had already begun falling back to the Sangheili's position. Tartarus would have none of it as they had already broken through their lines, and noticed the hostile tanks were focusing their fire upon the gigantic creature. He saw an opening in the last stand of the enemy.
"Pack-members! With me, we are going into that vault! Hurry before the creature notices us!"
With his doubtful Jiralhanae at his back, Tartarus continued to lead the charge. Clearing a path through both hostiles and barricades. The closest of the tanks took notice of the charge, and rotated it's cannon-turret towards the Pack. Taking notice of this, Tartarus took a slight detour of his attack, slinging his hammer with a force few present could accomplish, aiming the attack on the cannon-turret of the tank. Just before it managed to land a shot, the whole barrel was broken. The tank was made inoperable, the cannon-barrel smashed straight off, alongside other devastating damages done by the kinetic pulse of the hammer. Tartarus quickly rejoined with the pack, whom had gained a vigorous morale after seeing this display of power. The Covenant forces made their way into the Vault. Curious and prepared to face whatever was inside there.
In space, within the close vicinity of Aurora.
Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aDSQbCYrXu0
Large ruptures of slipspace energies began appearing for everyone within the vicinity of Aurora whom had the technology to see it. They could easily track the energies to the location of the two CSS-Battle Cruisers. Soon enough, several ruptures appeared. Ships by the dozens began to come out of the ruptures, similar ships to the already-present Covenant forces. The fleet of Pious Transgression had arrived. With knowledge of what was currently happening in the Aurora system, the fleet began to split up almost at once. Ten CSS-Battle Cruisers alongside an Assault Carrier, a vessel far larger than the other ships, began their descent for Aurora's orbit. While the rest held their position, forming a defensive formation.
Once positioned by the already stationed CSS-Battle cruisers at orbit, the reinforcements began sending infantry support down to the surface. Now focusing on the entire city, instead of the Vault. Troops were still being sent to the vault, no doubt. But from all directions. To achieve air-dominance over the city, flocks of Banshees descended upon the planet. Aiming to clear the skies of unknown ships and to rain molten-fire down upon the hostiles down below.
The Fleet-Master noticed how the assembled didn't really understand each other. He sighed with his mandibles at the sight of the translator, regretting not bringing one of the Engineers, they would have solved the issue in no time. Nonetheless, he kept trying to understand. Which he actually managed, somewhat. A simple nod was offered to Muriel, and continued trying to 'simplify' his word-speech.
"I am here. Holy reason. Aurora. Ours."
Then the Fleet-Master moved his gaze over to Kindel, inspecting the unknown being. A simple "Hrmf." Escaped him as his visual inspection was finished. He awaited the response from the others. While waiting, one of his guards whispered something to the Fleet-Master. He nodded slowly to himself, approving the new set of news.
Once more, he spoke. "Pious Transgression. IS here. Now. I recommend. Withdraw. Surface troops. Now."
Aurora, Surface.
"What in the name of the Prophets is that?!"
Several members of the Covenant forces recoiled their charge as they gained a view on the Vulkhar, attacking the tanks. The grunts of the forces present had already begun falling back to the Sangheili's position. Tartarus would have none of it as they had already broken through their lines, and noticed the hostile tanks were focusing their fire upon the gigantic creature. He saw an opening in the last stand of the enemy.
"Pack-members! With me, we are going into that vault! Hurry before the creature notices us!"
With his doubtful Jiralhanae at his back, Tartarus continued to lead the charge. Clearing a path through both hostiles and barricades. The closest of the tanks took notice of the charge, and rotated it's cannon-turret towards the Pack. Taking notice of this, Tartarus took a slight detour of his attack, slinging his hammer with a force few present could accomplish, aiming the attack on the cannon-turret of the tank. Just before it managed to land a shot, the whole barrel was broken. The tank was made inoperable, the cannon-barrel smashed straight off, alongside other devastating damages done by the kinetic pulse of the hammer. Tartarus quickly rejoined with the pack, whom had gained a vigorous morale after seeing this display of power. The Covenant forces made their way into the Vault. Curious and prepared to face whatever was inside there.
In space, within the close vicinity of Aurora.
Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aDSQbCYrXu0
Large ruptures of slipspace energies began appearing for everyone within the vicinity of Aurora whom had the technology to see it. They could easily track the energies to the location of the two CSS-Battle Cruisers. Soon enough, several ruptures appeared. Ships by the dozens began to come out of the ruptures, similar ships to the already-present Covenant forces. The fleet of Pious Transgression had arrived. With knowledge of what was currently happening in the Aurora system, the fleet began to split up almost at once. Ten CSS-Battle Cruisers alongside an Assault Carrier, a vessel far larger than the other ships, began their descent for Aurora's orbit. While the rest held their position, forming a defensive formation.
Once positioned by the already stationed CSS-Battle cruisers at orbit, the reinforcements began sending infantry support down to the surface. Now focusing on the entire city, instead of the Vault. Troops were still being sent to the vault, no doubt. But from all directions. To achieve air-dominance over the city, flocks of Banshees descended upon the planet. Aiming to clear the skies of unknown ships and to rain molten-fire down upon the hostiles down below.
Theme: 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?"
In the meanwhile, inside a phantom descending to Aurora.
"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.
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!"
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?"
In the meanwhile, inside a phantom descending to Aurora.
"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.
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!"
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