User:Pikapi/Halo: Confliction

The Grande Mogul quietly strode through the cylindrical boarding tube with his Royal Guarde underfoot. This extension currently stretched from his personal flagship, the Merciless Tyrant, right into the hangar bay of an unwilling San 'Shyuum cruiser, presumably escorting royalty, as the ship's massive bulk had implied. Of course, he would not be embarking on this incredulous feat alone, as multiple San 'Shyuum freighters had also been partaking in this invasion, each ship abducted with it's own crew of Kig-Yar pirates. Most of them had already initiated the liberation of this vessel, where all that the Mogul had needed to do was confront the Prophet in charge. As the Mogul valiantly marched through the starship's corridors, his four guards made sure to eliminate all opposing forces. That faction included other Kig-Yar, along with Yanme'e, Grunts, even the occasional Huragok. Jiralhanae and Mgalekgolo guardsmen were formidable opponents, however, the elite forces ripped through even them. Any remaining pirates that had noticed the guards had made sure to trail behind. Finally, the group had approached a large door, which could safely be presumed as the entrance to the bridge. With an incomprehensible shriek of the Mogul, the guard had immediately begun to pierce the gate with their staffs. The escorts had elegantly formed a perfect circular gash into the door, allowing the Mogul immediate entrance.

In an instant, the Prophet's gravity throne swerved towards the Mogul. "I trust that your advocates have enjoyed mercilessly eradicating my crewman." the Prophet inquired, elegantly mounting his head atop the palms of his hands. The Mogul grinned slyly before shrieking the english equivalent of: "Of course, of course. Now let's get down to business, as we have no intention of leaving this vessel empty-handed. My men are holding the significant members of your council captive." concentrating on the word "significant" indicating the Prophet's fellow San 'Shyuum. "Now I do not recommend that you rebel, because I am rather certain that they would disapprove." The Prophet scowled, only for his face to soften after contemplation. "You mare spare them as you wish, nether the less, I have no intention of trade with your kind." At this point, the scowl was passed towards the Mogul. The Prophet sneered softly, "Now what brings you to this point of rebellion, my child. After all, you were just one of this Covenant's many inferior castes. Your faction is a mere basal of what was once an alliance between our species." The Mogul cringed, before breaking out, "Enough! I give you one final chance to cooperate-" "And I refuse." The Prophet interrupted, commencing a short, bleak silence. "Very well, I shall have your council executed." The Mogul began, turning his back on the Prophet "It's such a shame for you to turn down such fine opportunity while you had the chance... and to consider that you would have been payed for all of these treasures," The Prophet eyed the Mogul carefully, expecting an unpleasant surprise. "Yet, as have said earlier, ''I have no intention of leaving this vessel empty handed... guards!"