RP:Operation SPITFIRE

Rules[]

Rule 1: What I say goes
Rule 2: Try not to make dozens of posts before everybody else can reply :]
Rule 3: The obvious of no godmodding
Rule 4: If you want somebody to die, ask the owner of the character.
Rule 5: The RP occurs in the Necros Era
Rule 6: Forces will be divided up across multiple battlefronts
Rule 7: There is a death cap of four SPARTANS. Remember this though. SPARTANS are faster and tougher than Brutes, smarter, better equipped and even have the necessary armour to survive a direct gravity hammer impact. Try to save all your spartans for the REAL challenge later on ;]
Rule 8: The RP will be fought in a 'unusual' method, that will be detailed later
Rule 9: You can add your units up
Rule 10: We change phases, when I say we change phases. Comprende?
Rule 11: ONLY I can add music. If you add music, I will delete it.

Rules on adding new units[]

Sangheili units only please. Self explanatory.

Order of Battle[]

The battle will be divided into 3 phases. When they change from one to the other is my order.

Phase 1: Training, preparation, introductions, transport
Phase 2: The primary invasion, aiming to start a protracted battle to draw out their reserves
Phase 3: The ground invasion
Phase 4: End of the Operation

Introduction[]

"We will burn their homes, salt their fields and leave no brick atop another. We will erase them from history! Let this be known, sixty cycles of betrayal, injustice and dishonour will be repaid, in full, with their blood, and the blood of their sons!"

―The Imperator

The United Sangheili Republic have always made it their goal to destroy the Covenant, ever since they were founded. The Sangheili value honour above everything else, and the dishonour that stems from the word Covenant is enough to make their blood boil. Now, they have a chance to end the Remnant, and plan to carry their objectives through with honour and justice that their feral, lying enemies lack.

The USR has a simple enough task, that they will relish in committing too. A direct frontal assault on the primary fortress world of Revered Bastion. The aim is too cause as much havoc and chaos as possible, to draw in their reserves and devastate as much of their fleet and defences as they can. The Imperator is personally leading the invasion in his flagship, the Ancient Curse.

Force Composition[]

Fleet of Indomitable Will
- 350 ships divided into 7 sub-fleets
- Command Fleet of Glorious Justice
  - USR Ancient Curse
- Special Fleet of Towering Shadows
  - USR Hallowed Sanctum
- Assault Fleet of Swift Retribution
  - USR Shadow of Intent
  - 14 Warrior Legions
    - T'sar Legion
  - 7 Warrior Crèches
- Fleet of Divine Destiny
  - USR Merciless Fate
1 Special Warfare Detachment
- Detachment Remorseless Justice

Sign up[]

Units and Characters[]

LOMI[]

Lance of Unrelenting Reparation

Faction: USR

Equipment:

Members:

Ulorus

Faction: JA

Unit:

Rank:

Equipment:

Yusnak

Faction: Yanme'e Hives

Unit:

Rank:

Equipment:

Keilus

Faction: Remnants

Unit:

Rank:

Equipment:

Norman-123's Characters[]

Jara' Karum

Faction: USR

Unit: Attatched to Assault Fleet of Furious Retributition

Rank: Field Master

Equipment: Energy Sword, Type-51C Directed Energy Rifle

Nusa' Fujam

Faction: USR

Unit: Special Warfare Detatchment

Rank: Special Ops Officer

Equipment: Plasma Rifle (two), Energy Sword

Juya' Gehram

Faction: USR

Unit: Special Warfare Detatchment

Rank: Special Ops Elite

Equipment: Particle Beam Rifle, Plasma Pistol

Zatu 'Vadum

Faction: USR

Unit:

Rank: Ship Master

Equipment: USR Glorious Divinity

Angel[]

Mada 'Noroh

Faction: USR

Unit:

Rank: Assassin

Equipment: Energy Sword, Beam Rifle

Ang 'Elhi

Faction: USR

Unit: Fleet of Divine Destiny

Rank: Grand Admiral

Equipment: Energy Sword

Roleplay[]

Phase 1[]

12th of April, 2612, Urs system, Yermo, State of Vadam, Fortress of Solace, 2100 local time

The Phantom’s normally lustrous purple hull reflected the glory of two of Sanghelios’s suns, now finally retreating beneath the rust-red horizon, the deep red of Urs still shining brightly. Beneath the ship, desert winds swept up, the dark, reddish sand hiding a deep secret. As the Phantom descended, the soft pulse from its anti-gravity engines created a whirlwind around it, clearing a path for it. Beneath it, a landing pad emerged into view. It was an octagon in shape and build of solid stone, giving it a dark colour, though it was highlighted by the circle of six blue lights that marked it. The Phantom dropped down to only a few feet from the ground and activated its gravity lift. One by one, a set of six warriors descended. Each one was dressed in white, pearlescent armour and carried energy staves, the blades glowing amidst the desert storm. The set up in a standard honour guard formation, with three on each side of the gravity lift in parallel columns. A final figure descended down into their formation and stepped out of the gravity lift. The lift deactivated, by the phantom remained. The figure was dressed from head to hoof in bronze coloured armour, decorated in intricate carvings and patterns, giving the armour a distinct glimmer. Attached to his armour was a royal purple cloak, which hung down and trailed on the ground behind him. He walked forward, his honour guard walking with him. As soon as he cleared the pad, stepping down a set of stairs onto a railed walkway, he was met by a warrior. He was in a standard warrior’s harness but wore a dark gray colouration, with gold honour markings going from his left shoulder to his chest, and on his left leg, marking him as a field master. As the Imperator approached, the Field Master saluted him, closing his fist to his chest.

“Imperator, the Commander is in his personal chambers in the citadel.” He said, bowing his head in respect

“That’s fine warrior, you’re dismissed.” He said, returning the salute.

He bowed and moved aside, letting the Imperator and his honour guard move through into the fortress. It was a low, squat structure, made of local, dark red-brown stone, with lustrous purple support struts. He walked to the entrance, the doors creaking open in anticipation of his arrival. He walked in to the entrance hall, designed to fulfil recruits entering these halls with awe. Inside these halls were statues of past warriors, whose legacy transcended time and tradition. The first statue they passed was of Midnight, an assassin who appeared four centuries ago and led a spree of assassinations before fading into the annals of time, ending his spree with a dual against the Tyrant of Mogroth and his 100 body guards, slaying them all. Other heroes they passed included Arcot ‘Vadum, a early Kaidon of Vadum, who lead a surprise attack on the army of the State of Sraom, who outnumbered them by four to one, but the initiative of Arcot lead them to victory, Onan’Wopar was a warrior on High Charity, that during the Great Schism, held a bridge out of the Sangheili district, first against wave after wave of Brutes, then wave after wave of Flood, long enough to see the last of the transports off High Charity, saving thousands of Sangheili families before finally killing himself to deprive the Flood their prize, and Garn ‘Lesus, who fought the Prophets in their pre-covenant war, and founded the precursor to the modern special forces to continue the war effort when conventional tactics began to fail and Saca ‘Eviat, who was a reserve fleet commander stationed with a weakened training fleet at Sanghelios when the Schism began and rallied the weak navy into defending Sanghelios against overwhelming forces/ After that, was a statue of one of the Sangheili’s more infamous enemies. Inavra DeRagen was a Plainsfierian warrior who led one of the most daring raids of their war, leading his Myrmidon pack deep into the heart of a Covenant fleet and assassinated the Prophet of Remorse, slowing down the Covenant advance by almost a decade. Along with that, there was a statue of an unnamed SPARTAN, marking one of the greatest and most feared collection of soldiers the Sangheili had ever faced, and a statue of Preston Cole, one of their greatest enemies during the Great War, who lead the UNSC to strategic win after win, despite smaller numbers and lesser technology. The last three statues in the long wall were of Toha ‘Sumai, a brilliant swordsman and Ascetic, who during the siege of Sanghelios held the entrance to the Council Chambers against a force of almost 300 Brutes, eventually dispersing them while the Council wrote up the charter that would form both the USR and AUR. After slaying the last Brute, and being relieved by a small force of warriors, he passed out from his wounds, Xytan 'Jar Wattinr, one of the greatest admirals in Sangheili history and Ther ‘Vadam, founder of the state of Vadam, who refused to accept defeat and dishonour at the hands of his foes, and continued to fight against them, retreating to this very desert and allying with the nomadic tribes here.

The Imperator passed the hall, heading through training grounds where warriors trained and prepared for war, sparring against each other, firing on weapon ranges, fighting against holographic foes or exercising their bodies and minds. These warriors were culled from the best, from the military and the special warfare colleges and brought here, to form the basis of the Special Forces of the USR. The Imperator had commissioned these fortress not long after his ascension to the Council, to protect the future interests of the Sangheili, and the Alliance, intending to learn from both their ancient history and the war against the humans, then the brutes. Out in these deserts, where his ancestor founded an army of the night to take back his castle. Then, later, at this sight, they found a Forerunner outpost, including an armoury, which became the bedrock of much of the Sangheili’s technological and religious history. Now, that outpost formed the catacombs of the base, being used to power it and used to house secretive meetings and in worst case scenario, act as bomb shelter for the council.

The Imperator ascended to the central elevator built into the Citadel, rising up into the highest elements of the tower. Amidst numerous anti-aircraft batteries and defensive towers, there was a single tower. As the Imperator arrived, he motioned for his honour guard to stay outside, with them forming a defensive circle around the outside. He opened the door and walked in, stepping into the darkened room. His heightened sense of smell caught whiffs of ceremonial lamp oils burning around him, usually being used for meditation. He walked forward, observing a lone figure in a combat stance. He had a training blade in hand and carefully moved from one stance to another, maintaining a graceful form.

“’Revsar, I see you maintain your form at all times.” He said, clicking his jaws in sarcasm

“My apologies Imperator, I must perform my daily rituals before retiring for the night.” He said, not facing the Imperator yet

“There is no need. Such rituals were once part of our history, before the Prophets clouded it with lies.” He said, quietly observing him. The Imperator looked at the tribalistic tattoos that covered the body of Kasr. Revsar was once a minor state on the edge of the grand desert, but was swallowed whole larger states, and their ritual tattooing was almost lost to time, and was only revived recently by Kasr’s genealogy research, and was consequently taken on board by many of his disciples in the Special Warfare Group. The Imperator recognised the largest one on his back immediately. The stylised diamond within a circle, with archaic symbols between the inner and outer line of the circle, was the symbol of a retainer of the State of Vadam. The then Kaidon, Ren ‘Vadam, made Kasr an honorary retainer for his services to the State during the war, defending her in multiple running ground battles.

“Sire, why have you visited me at this late hour?”

“Sorry for the lateness of my call, I’m here about the upcoming battle preparations.” He said, his tone adopting a more serious nature

“Is something wrong with the preparations?” He asked, finally stopping his training.

“How ready is your army?” He asked

“They are prepared to fight and die for our cause, whenever you require it of us.” He replied, placing the sword in its rack. “Marshall ‘Vadum has just brought his personal units into the Fleet, I will be departing shortly to meet him at Courageous Bastion. I need your forces mobilised and there as soon as you can manage.” He said

‘Revsar stood to attention, clasping his closed fist to his chest. With that, the Imperator returned the salute and turned on his hoof, leaving the chamber. He opened the door and stepped through, turning back to face him.

“Be prepared.” He said, turning to leave. Kasr pondered this for a moment, find those simple words to be somewhat cryptic.

The door shut, sealing Kasr back into darkness. He walked to an alcove on the wall and thumbed a control panel.

“To all forces, prepare for transport, we’re being deployed with the Imperator’s fleet.” He announced “We’re going back to war.”

12th of April, 2612, Navis system, Courageous Bastion, 0500 local time

Courageous Bastion slowly orbited the pale orange sun, rotating gently along its axis, the outer docking ring slowly revolving. On the port observation bridge, Rtas Vadum stood alone, gazing at the alien sun. He quietly observed it, pondering the secrets of its majestic beauty. His train of thought was suddenly derailed by a buzzing message from the intercom.

“Marshall, the Imperator’s fleet has slipped in, they’ll be docked in a short while.”

Rtas turned his head, sighting a swirling vortex of ethereal purple energies, with the bows of several ships emerging from it. He walked out into the waiting transport capsule, where an honour guard of four Light of Helios knights waited. The door shut behind him, and pod began to lurch, tearing away down the transportation tube, down to the docking ring. The pod crossed over one of the filament bridges connect the main hull to the docking ring, giving Vadum a good view of the Ancient Curse, as she came in to dock. The ship was one of the largest ships in the fleet, and a sight to behold. She was the very element of fear, made real by the labouring of hundreds of thousands of Sangheili engineers. The Ancient Curse had personally been commissioned by the Imperator to be his flagship, and was customised to meet his personal whims. It was better defended than usual models and was designed to accommodate the High Council in times of war, acting as an emergency council hall, should Sanghelios be compromised. As the capsule came to a stop, the first, lighter ships of the Imperator’s fleet docked. ‘Vadum walked with his honour guard to the docking port where the Curse began to tether up. Vadum waited as the air lock pressurised and then hissed open, with crystallized nitrogen breaking off from the seals. The Imperator walked out, flanked by his honour guard and immediately trotted up to Rtas and firmly took him by the wrist, shaking it, with Rtas reciprocating the gesture.

“Good to see you again old comrade.” He said, his jaws parting into a smile

“Good to see you too Imperator. Come, we have much to discuss.” He said, motioning towards the waiting capsule

They walked inside, sitting down, their guards flanking them. The capsule began to hum and accelerate up to speed, heading towards the core of the station.

“Is the Fleet of Swift Retribution ready for the crusade?” The Imperator asked, hunching over and linking his hands

“My warriors are homed, and the ships read to depart.” Rtas said, balling his fists up. The Imperator looked out of the window as another slipspace rupture began, tearing open a hole in the fabric of reality. Another fleet arrived, their ships shunting their way out of slipstream space.

“I see the fleet of Towering Shadows has also arrived...” He said, clicking his jaws in satisfaction. Kasr had mobilised such a large force in such a short time.

“So, what do we do now brother?” Rtas asked, drawing his eyes away from the fleet

“We hone our skills, we drill our warriors and we prepare to mobilise at a moment’s notice.” He said, leaning back “We wait for the signal, then end the tyranny of the Covenant, once and for all.”

Both of them looked to each other and clicked their jaws in satisfaction. This had been their collective dream for over fifty years.

(Okay, Sangheili forces are mobilising at the battle station, Courageous Bastion, either post getting there, or preparing there)

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DATE: 12th April 2612; LOCATION: USR Two Kindreds, Sangheilios; TIME: 0500

Sitting within her quarters upon her flagship, the USR Two Kindreds, Ameigh Broley studied the plans for the battle too come, attempting to spot the flaws before they became an issue. Even though Ameigh's status as “Holy Commander” was now just a courtesy and honorific, she still held much respect within the eyes of the USR's High Council and military leaders: as such, she had been asked by the Imperator to aid Grand Marshall Rtas 'Vadum in leading the assault on Revered Bastion. Naturally, she had accepted, and was now waiting while forces amassed and plans were solidified.

The notification that someone wished to enter sounded, and Ameigh answered it by saying “Enter” curtly. An Honor Guard Ultra walked inside the room, part of her personal guard, and stated his point quickly: “Holy Commander, one Bemsaj 'Emvadson wishes to have an audience with you”

“Let him in”, said Ameigh, joy slipping into her voice slightly. The Honor Guard nodded and moved back to the door, opening it to allow in a Special Operations Commander Sangheili, who walked briskly toward Ameigh.
“Bemsaj”, said Ameigh joyfully, embracing her former pupil, “I am glad you were assigned to this mission. Your skills will be greatly appreciated.... and it is good to see you once again”

“It is good to see you also Ameigh”, said Bemsaj, “It has been some years”

“Aye, time passes so quickly”, said Ameigh, “Last I saw you, you were just assigned to the Lance and had barely been out of the Academy for a solar cycle.”

“So much has happened since then”, said Bemsaj, his voice filled with a hint of sorrow, “So, tell me, what is our plan?”

“Simple enough”, said Ameigh, “We attack Revered Bastion and attempt to draw as many reinforcements as possible away from Pious Ascension, allowing the Humans to attack the stronghold before being joined by all the other Alliance forces in the final push.”

“And we try not to die”, added Bemsaj, chuckling

“I suppose that might help”, Ameigh replied, though her tone was not so much one of laughter as one of regret, “Your lance and several other special operations lances will be dispatched into the more tightly held areas, with the hopes of crushing the Remnant's resistance ahead of time. Field Master 'Sroam will be aiding in the assault”

“'Sroam?”, asked Bemsaj in astonishment, “It will be an honor to serve under him”

“Be careful”, stated Ameigh, “He may be a Sangheili with honor, but his tactics can place his troops in dire straits: none have yet been too terrible to require reprimanding, but be forewarned.”

“I will take that advice gratefully. Anything more?”

“Not at the moment. If I have anything, I'll let you know. Just make sure you're lance is in top condition”

“Of course Ameigh”, said Bemsaj, saluting her in Sangheili out of respect before walking out.

Ameigh watched him walk out, and thought of how much Bemsaj reminded her of his parents: she had served with the original Lance of Unreleting Reparation throughout the Great War and then into the Rebuild Era, fighting Humans, Forerunner Constructs, Flood, Loyalists, Remnants, and other, worse foes. It had been almost a quarter of a century now since every member of the Lance save Ameigh had been killed in the catastrophic Battle of Ignito Prime, and she still had not forgiven herself for not dying with her comrades.

Created by the Prophet of Trust in 2500 AD, Ameigh was a hybrid of Sangheili and San'Shyuum, created under orders from the High Prophet of Tolerance in order to quell a powerful Heretic uprising that had defeated the current Arbiter himself. Since then, she had served as the a symbol of the Forerunner's will – as she had “officially” been sent to the Prophets as a herald from the Forerunners – as well as the High Prophets and the Prophet of Trust's personal assassin, personally killing Trust in 2552 during the Battle of Earth. As the war progressed, she came to command the Special Operations Lance of Unrelenting Reparation, and she continued to serve with them until the Battle of Ignito Prime in 2589: there, she had aided in the fight against Nogard and the Hydra, but upon being wounded she was forced to retreat alongside Riker-012, and as such she escaped the destruction of the planet and her lance.

After the Lance's destruction, Ameigh had set out to watch over the children of her comrades as best she could, though she could not do this completely adequately because of her high military standing within the USR. Now, Ameigh had called upon the reborn Lance's skills in this operation, and she felt guilty for it, afraid that she was once again sending her comrades to their deaths.

Breaking herself from these thoughts, Ameigh moved to her weapons case and removed her Type-3 Energy Sabres and began her ritual practicing.

Bemsaj walked back to the mess area that the Lance had been assigned to, finding Tural there training with three other Sangheili special operations troops, managing to fend them off admirably. Sitting down, Bemsaj began watching Tural's beautiful skills with the Energy Sword, watched as he managed to parry a blow and proceed to knock the foe to the ground before spinning to take on the other two simultaneously: indeed, Tural was perhaps the most skilled fighter for his age, and was the envy of many a soldier, but Bemsaj had resigned himself to merely admire the sword master's abilities and not attempt to achieve them for himself. Though Bemsaj's father was said to have been a marvelous swordsman by both his uncle 'Roal and by Ameigh, the skills had not passed down to Bemsaj apparently: instead, he was said by Ameigh to be his mother's son, carrying with him the rifle skills and stubborn headed-ness of the Sangheili's few female warriors.

At last downing his third opponent, Tural placed his blades away and, after refreshing himself, he came to join his brother in arms. “What news does the commander bring?”, asked Tural, referring to Ameigh; though a good friend of hers, Tural did not possess the same type of relationship that Bemsaj and Ameigh held, and because of this he always spoke of her with formal titles such as commander.

“We and several other special operations teams will infiltrate the fortress once the assault begins and disable their defenses while they are distracted”, stated Bemsaj, “Hopefully, we can eliminate their main headquarters before reinforcements arrive from Pious Ascension; such would give us the edge”

“Aye, indeed”, replied Tural, “I am more than ready to spill Jiralhanae bloods. The cursed brutes have long dishonored us all by continuing the memory of the Covenant”

“Be not too quick to damn the Covenant brother”, said Bemsaj, “For all its' failings, it held together for millenia, and we would not be here without it”

“True, perhaps, but you cannot argue that in continuing the Covenant the Jiralhanae honor the San'Shyuum and the High Prophets vile legacy”

“That, I will give you Tural. Never forget that not all San'Shyuum are vile however; the True Covenant lasted through the entire Great Schism as our allies until it was overthrown by the Governors of Contrition, Sangheili. We can be just as vile as the San'Shyuum ever was”

Tural remained silent, letting the conversation die, then spoke again: “How are the others? The Lekgolo, the Unggoy, Stabilized Like Few?”

“The Huragok examines the ship's systems even now”, replied Bemsaj, “I believe he intends to meet with Ameigh once his rounds are completed”

“An odd relationship, that one”, chuckled Tural

“Indeed. Stabilized Like Few is the only Huragok I've ever known to make extended contact with one outside its' species. In any case, the Eta Lekgolo pair appeared to be at home, though Kreral appeared to be in his cyclic mourning period. Cinab and Saysu, well, the Unggoy don't ever change much, do they?”

“It's the Milk, I swear by it”, replied Tural, “Have you ever seen Unggoy without the Milk, that live on meat and plants like we do? I have. The UDF is a prime example: the Unggoy have a fierce force within them Bemsaj, but the Milk keeps them dull and repressed. If ever we lost the Milk, we might very well lose the Unggoy. You spoke of the Great Schism earlier: consider the Unggoy's Star Empire, and what damage it wrought, or, further back, the Unggoy Insurrection! Yes, without the Milk, we Sangheili may find ourselves in danger among our own army”

“Fool's talk”, said Bemsaj, “The Unggoy are naturally stupid. True, there are exceptions, but cut off the head of the Jabberwock and the body will die”

“Let us pray it is I that am the fool, brother”, replied Tural, “Otherwise, I fear we shall have trouble one day, sooner than later”

DATE: 12th April 2612; LOCATION: USR May It Be, Sangheilios; TIME: 0600

Yusnak climbed through the catacombs set up deep within the USR May It Be: orbiting Sangheilios, May It Be and it's sister ship Into The West had been granted for Yusnak and his two hives of Yanme'e to set up hives to live in while they waited for deployment. Vast structures, the offer had not been small gesture on the Sangheili's part, with the hives taking up large portions of the bottom two decks of the ships. However, Yusnak was more than grateful for the gesture, as it would make life much easier for the Yanme'e in the coming weeks of waiting.

For the most part, the Yanme'e had lived in solitude since the Great Schism, choosing to withdraw themselves from the galactic community for the most part: however, not every one of the Yanme'e had chosen this life. Yusnak was one of those few, and he was also lucky enough to be chosen as one of High Queen Phar-Melark's mates, giving him not only access to the outside world but also influence upon the fate of the Yanme'e Hives. It was this access and influence that had lead to Yusnak leading the two lesser hives that would be joining the Sangheili in a support role during Operation: SPITFIRE.

Meeting with several Yanme'e Captains, Yusnak passed on the word that they were to begin storing food for the trip: the Captains responded and moved off to pass on the information and to begin the preparations. Communication. That, perhaps more than anything, was one reason that the Yanme'e had withdrawn so heavily, and, at the same time, easily, from the galactic community: they were only understood properly half the time. Communication was also Yusnak's greatest challenge, yet he had made progress several years prior in the most unlikely of fashions: an accidental meeting with Sangheili Holy Commander Ameigh Broley, who understood a remarkable amount of the Yanme'e's language, as she had formerly worked closely with a Yanme'e warrior named Luzzda; with the help of Ameigh and her Huragok companion Stabilized Like Few, the understanding of the Yanme'e language had greatly improved and the Sangheili had called upon the Yanme'e's aid and support multiple times since.

This time, however, Yusnak had a personal vendetta to carry out: years earlier, as a test of loyalty, a ship master defecting from the Jiralhanae Alliance was forced to prove his loyalty by the Remnant leadership, and his target of choice was a Sangheili outpost known as Steadfast Resolve, housing not just Sangheili military, but also civilians and forces of Lekgolo, Unggoy and a handful of Yanme'e hives. Yusnak had been born in one of those hives, had called it home for years, and then forced to watch helplessly as it and most of its' residents were murdered by the the Remnant fleet.

Now, it was Yusnak's chance at vengeance. The ship master was known to be present at Revered Bastion, now a young chieftain known as Keilus, and Yusnak had every intention of ripping the foolish Jiralhanae to pieces, one limb at a time.

DATE: 12th April 2612; LOCATION: JA Blood and Glory, Sangheilios; TIME: 0630

The JA Blood and Glory exited from slipspace into Sangheilios' orbit alongside the JA Apocalypse, Knife in the Dark, Delusions of Grandeur, and Sickle of Kronos: these five ships were part of the Jiralhanae forces that had been called upon by the USR to serve in the assault on Revered Bastion, a request that the Alliance had to honor as part of its' pact with the USR. Though packed with as many Jiralhanae as could fit, five ships was still a small amount of forces in comparison: however, more were on the way.

Standing on the bridge of the Blood and Glory was the commanding Shp Master and Chieftain, Ulorus. One of the youngest chieftains in the Jiralhanae Alliance, Ulorus had led many a retaliatory strike against the Remnants in the early days of the AUR-Remnant War, including several led by one of the Remnants' deadliest chieftain's, Keilus. His brother.

“Take us into the Sangheili fleet”, ordered Ulorus, “And send a transmission to the Sangheili that Jiralhanae Detachment 3 has arrived from Doisac”

“Yes, chieftain”, replied the officers from their nearby stations

Keilus. That was Ulorus' personal goal. According to the Sangheili's intelligence reports, Keilus was one of the commanding chieftains on Revered Bastion due to the current meeting of the higher chieftains on Pious Ascension. Once, the two brothers had been the best of friends and the greatest of warriors, fighting in many a conflict against the Remnants and other rebellious groups of dissenters. But something had changed in Keilus: Ulorus was never sure exactly what, but something had turned within him, made him hate the Jiralhanae Alliance with the core of his being.

But Ulorus had yet to give up on his brother. He still believed that there was something in Keilus that was savable. Now, he had his chance to get him back.

DATE: 12th April 2612; LOCATION: Mount of Solace, Revered Bastion; TIME: 0800

Keilus moved through the chambers of Revered Bastion's capital-fortress, the Mount of Solace: having just met with the other chieftains in charge of the fortress' current safe-keeping, Keilus was disgusted with their obvious disregard at the possibility of attack. “The Alliance has been quiet for too long”, Keilus had tried to reason with them, “They will strike us soon, where we are vulnerable, and right now Revered Bastion is vulnerable”. His cries had fallen upon deaf ears, however: they called him an unbelieving fool, one chieftain even stating that he was a heretic that looked only for his own interests.

“I'll show them”, Keilus growled to himself, “I'll prove soon that I am a more powerful chieftain than any of them”

Moving into the combat hall, the other Jiralhanae grew grave and silent as they noticed the chieftain's foul countenance. Walking into the hall's center, Keilus yelled, “Fight me” The others hesitated. A few stepped backwards in fear. “Well?”, asked Keilus, “Are the soldiers of the New Covenant so fearful as to have no spine?”

“I will fight you”, challenged an enraged Jiralhanae Ultra. Around him three more growled in agreement.

“Then come”, stated Keilus, waving his Type-5 Energy Katana with threatening ease

In answer, the four Jiralhanae charged their chieftain, armed with their own “non-lethal” training weapons: Keilus, eager for a fight, allowed the other four to attack him with the best of their strength and all of their combat knowledge, and as the Jiralhanae began to grow tired, Keilus struck back. Energy Katana in hand, the blade flashed remarkably fast, enough to make some Sangheili envious of his skills, and repeatedly the blade struck the offending Jiralhanae and brought out bruises, even some broken bones, until at last Keilus stood victorious over the other Jiralhanae.

“You are good fighters, brothers”, said Keilus, “But may this serve as a lesson that you never know what manner of foe will assail you, and that only the strongest can survive the onslaught of weariness”

With that, Keilus walked out of the combat hall, leaving the four Jiralhanae unconscious on the floor.

--<<Feel Deeds Awake: Now For Wrath, Now For Ruin, And A Red Dawn>>
21:46, April 29, 2010 (UTC)

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12th of April, 2612, Urs system, Sanghelios, State of Karum, Fortress of Imperial Might, 2155 local time

The two sangheili came at each other again and again with their energy swords; a whirling cyclone of green-ish light. Jara 'Karum dodged the swordstrike from the swordmaster and tried to sweep his feet out under him. The swordmaster leapt into the air and brought his sword down. Jara 'Karum dodged the blade with miliseconds to spare and countered again.

Just as the swordmaster was about to make another attack, Jara 'Karum's aide walked into the room. The aide was a weak sangheili, Jara 'Karum mused. A long time ago, during the Great War, the aide was a elite minor. When their postion was attacked by several humans, he had done the unthinkable-turned tail and run. He was disgraced for this, and removed from combat forever. If I was forced to include him in my missions, I would place him under a Grunt. I've seen grunts with more courage with him.

"F-f-f-field master." The aide trembled. "You have been ordered to Courageous Bastion."

"Understood. Leave me." Jara 'Karum ordered.

"Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-yes field master." The aide replied. He tripped over his own feet on the way out, much to the ammusement of the swordmaster.

"I need a new aide." Jara 'Karum grumbled. "Anyways, I'll be headed for Courageous Bastion now. Jara 'Karum walked out of his personal sparring arena, the two sangheili majors guarding the door falling in beside him.

"Field Master. Do you anything about this new assignment?" One sangheili asked.

"If only I did. I expect we will be informed in due time, regardless."

"Yes, Field Master."

12th of April, 2612, Navis system, Courageous Bastion, 0945 local time

The Heavenly Purity exited slipspace outside Navis, then floated towards the enormous battle station. Finally. Nusa 'Fujam thought. He got up, stretched a little bit, and placed his energy sword on his hip and twin plasma rifles on his back. He walked out of his quarters and down the hallway, where hundreds if not thousands of Sangheili were already preparing for docking. One of the many soldiers under his command, the eager, young yet talented Juya 'Geham walked up to him.

"Sir, are we getting a mission agaisnt the brutes?"

The young sangheili was born to a lesser clan, and entered the military academy. However, during his academy years, he had gained an amazing amount of skill with the beam rifle, easily matching many experienced snipers already in the military. He graduated early, and shortly before the Great Schism, took part in a single battle agaisnt the humans, then ended up fighting the Prophets and brutes. However, he was still young. Slightly cocky too, and was far from polite in his greetings.

"Perhaps." Nusa 'Fujam replied.

Norman-123 01:00, May 1, 2010 (UTC)

Phase 2[]

29th of April, 2612, Navis system, Courageous Bastion, Blue Sector, 1900 local time

Kasr laid back in the plush chair of the personal transport as it sped through the purple spires of Blue Sector in Courageous Bastion. The transport took a sharp turn and began to rapidly descend to ground level, where a small crowd had formed outside a popular drinking hole. As the transport touched down, the door unlocked and flipped open with a hiss. Kasr stood up, leaning forward to ask the driver to wait then climbed out, walking to the crowd. He began to push through them, parting them to make room then walking through. At the centre, a number of Sangheili Gendarmerie Security Officials walked out, with a number of Sangheili warriors cuffed. The forced them to kneel down in front of the crowd and began recanting the nature of their crimes and waiting punishment. Kasr broke through the crowd and approached the Major who was watching over the officer's arrests.

“I've come here to collect one of the Offenders.” He announced, saluting the Major.

The Major turned to him, giving a weak salute, then checked his holographic data slate

“Sorry sir, there are no warriors from your Special Warfare Detachment here.” He said, his eyes scanning over it

Kasr stepped closer to the officer and pointed at a name on the slate. “I've come to collect him.”

The officer looked to the name then back to Kasr, when he realised the relevance of the name.

“Sir, you are not his commanding officer, this is highly irregular.” He said

“I've already been contacted by his commanding officer, he has given me permission to collect this warrior.” Kasr said, his stance moving to seem more confident.

The officer relented then gave a nod. He motioned to one of the officers to release one of the offenders. The Officer unlocked the cuffs with a click, leading the youthful warrior to look up, his crystal blue eyes immediately locking with the deep blue eyes of Kasr. Kasr stepped over, planting a firm hand on the boys shoulder and guided him back through the crowd. He immediately shrugged off the hand and stepped forward into the shuttle, climbing into the seat. Kasr climbed in after him, grabbing hold of the gull wing door and shutting it behind them. The major at the helm turned back, looking over his shoulder.

“Where to commander?” He asked

“The docking ring, Anasi Port.” He said, leaning forward, tapping the button to activate the privacy screen. With that, a darkened screen rose up between the passenger and driver compartments. Kasr leaned back, sighing.

“What did you do this time?” Kasr asked

“What do you care for?” The young warrior asked, crossing his arms and turning away

“This is your second strike. Another and you will face a tribunal. Even with your exemplary record, they won't hesitate to sending you to a penal colony for your crimes.”

“There was nothing grave about it.” The boy said, clicking his jaws

“You started a fighting with a officer and his cadre of guards.”

“He insulted my honour.”

“He outranks you.”

“You will never understand.”

Kasr was quiet for a moment, contemplating the words

“You are young, headstrong. Going forward like this will surely result in grave peril for you.”

“And why do you care so?” He asked

Kasr turned to the boy, planting a hand on his shoulder “Because you're my own flesh and blood.”

“You do not care for me, only how I might endanger your reputation.”

“That isn't true.” He sighed

“Then where were you when mother cried for you?” He demanded “When her heart was breaking?”

Kasr was silent, not being capable of responding to that

“You were busy volunteering for every battle that occurred, refusing to even come home.”

“That isn't fair son.” Kasr said

“It wasn't fair on us!” He shouted, interrupting Kasr “You were never there, I didn't see you for almost six years. You only returned for mother's funeral.”

Kasr leaned back, thinking his next few words out carefully.

“They burden of your mother's murder lies with me Ero.” He said “It is my sin to bear, not yours.”

“What right do you have to that? You were never there for her!” Ero growled

“Because it was my fault. The murderer was a Brute seeking me out.” Kasr said, his tone quieting “I had slain his brother on the field of battle, he sought retribution. He is now a Chieftain stationed at Revered Bastion.”

“Then I will slay him.” Ero announced

“No, the burden lies with me son.” Kasr announced

“So your cycle of revenge can continue?” He asked

“Whether or not we want to admit it, war is in our blood. It is our curse, no matter how much we may want to escape it.” He began “I never wanted to be a warrior, it was thrust upon me, by destiny and by blood. My father was a Swordsman, my older brothers both warriors of renown, my family a family of warriors. War was thrust upon me.”

Ero was silent, looking out of the window. Kasr pulled something from the passenger pouch and handed them to Ero. It was a roll of fresh parchment, bound by red silk string. Ero unrolled it, looking across the words on the parchment.

“What is this?” he asked, turning to his father

“Transfer papers. To the Special Warfare Group.” Kasr said

“So you can keep an eye on me?” Ero challenged

“You can choose to reject the orders if you want and return to your normal unit.” Kasr announced “But I know the safest place in the universe for you, is at my back, fighting side by side with me.”

His son looked over the details then handed it back to his father. “Fine then, I will follow you into battle.”

Kasr' turned away, clicking his jaws in satisfaction.

Kasr sat in in his private chamber, facing the altar on the wall, his head bowed, his legs crossed, deep in thought. The burning incenses and fragrant oils created a distinctive musk in the air, and giving it a thick, hazy quality, that Kasr found focused his mind like an arrow in flight. He remained there in his meditative state until a alarm from the door rang out.

“Enter.” He said, hos voice raised to be heard through the bulkhead

The bulkhead opened, with steams of light entering. A officer walked in, his sleek, dull-gold armour glimmering in the half light of the room.

“Commander, priority message from the Ancient Curse just arrived.” He announced, bowing his head and saluting “I think it is the one we have been waiting for.”

“I will attend to it in a few moments, leave me.” he announced, standing up

His officer left, leaving the room steeped in near darkness again. Kasr walked to a receptacle on the wall, thumbing a button on the finger printed lock. The alcove's doors slid back, revealing Kasr's armour. He took his helmet, looking into it carefully then flipped it in his hands and placed it upon his head.

Moments later he left the room, clad in his silver-white armour, with the distinctive asymmetrical deltoid plating and horn plated helmet, marking him as a officer. Behind him, a black cloak hung, barely off the ground. His sword hilt and rifle where at his waist, ready for battle. As he walked onto the bridge, he climbed into his command seat, settling into it before looking to his senior bridge officer.

“Play this coded message.” He said, leaning forward.

A hologram appeared at the tactical interface, displaying a simple phrase.

“Fire and Steel.”

Kasr leaned back in his chair and closed his fist

“Prepare to break dock, we are to join the fleet formation in under an hour. I want all hands to battle stations, prepared for combat.” He ordered, his voice full of confidence “We are to invade the traitor's home systems!”

There was a resounding roar of approval from his officers and they began to hurriedly move to their stations, preparing the warship for a slipspace jump to a combat zone. He watched, contentedly as his crew made their preparations, with the special forces filing back onto the warship in their hundreds, preparing for battle, along side normal support troops. Already, fleet vessels began to bring dock, pulling off and forming themselves around the Ancient Curse, which was already heading away from the station.

Alarms began to sound on the bridge as final preparations were made, with the ship detaching from the docking ring, its multiple docking locks breaking off in concert, freeing the ship from the grasp of the battle station. It pulled off, lazily turning around, with other ships from the Fleet of Towering Shadows pulling off to form around the flagship, allowing it to break dock and manoeuvre away. As the mammoth Assault Carrier broke away, with the fleet falling close behind, it gently guided its way into the fleet formation, which was getting increasingly larger as more and more ships entered formation. The fleet steamed away from the station, the last of the ships joining up, with the station itself slipping away behind them. As the fleet moved forward, the Ancient Curse span up its slipspace drive, cutting a hole in the fabric of space and time. Before it, a portal to slipstream space opened, surrounded by a storm of blue energies. The ship shunted its way into slipspace, followed by the rest of the fleet, vanishing, with the portal collapsing as they exited.

30th of April, 2612, Clovis system, Revered Bastion, 0004 local time

At the very edge of the system, a storm erupted. A hole was ripped through space, with a blue portal emerging from the wound in space-time. Immediately, the glimmering purple prow of a Ancient Curse was spewed forth, followed by hundreds more ships. As soon as they exited slipstream space, the fleet began to spread out, with ships of the line taking the lead in a vast fleet line. As the Ancient Curse began to settle into it's lead position, the gargantuan warship began to accelerate to its maximum speed, with other warships matching its speed, creating a oncoming tide of boiling rage and hatred. The Imperator sat in the command chair on the Curse, watching the feed from the frontal sensor array as the telescopic systems gathered a live feed from the fleet orbiting the fortress world. The Brute fleet roused from their slumber, turning to face their enemy. The Arbiter descended from his seat, striding forward, his cloak trailing behind him. He pressed down on the command controls for inter fleet communications and opened up a live feed to every ship in the fleet.

"Brothers, Sisters, hear this. We will soon arrive in battle with our adversaries, in their territory. We will burn their homes, salt their fields and leave no brick atop another. We will erase them from history! Let this be known, sixty cycles of betrayal, injustice and dishonour will be repaid, in full, with their blood, and the blood of their sons!" He roared, his bridge crew shouting their responses. He imagined, on every ship, they rang out with guttural roars in defiance of fate.

The Imperator leaned on the railing that over looked the workings of the bridge, as his crew steeled themselves for war. He looked forward as the Brute ships formed a staggered line, with reserve assault ships hiding behind them, preparing the pound their broadsides.

“How long until we are within effective firing range?” He asked his adjutant

“Another five minutes Lord Imperator.” He responded, leaning over a subordinate and console

“Hold your fire until we are in effective range. We will show them our courage and discipline!” The Imperator shouted, his voice resonating across the bridge.

“Imperator, the Brutes opened fire!”

The Imperator looked to the mammoth front screen and observed a number of red and purple flashes.

“All ships, hold formation, strengthen your shields!” He ordered, returning his seat “We hold steady until we are within range!”

The Ship ploughed forward as bolts of plasma thundered towards the fleet. Immediately, they began to fly out of control, the torpedoes spearing off, with a few flying into the larger warships in the fleet, generating a maelstrom of fire. The Ancient Curse shuddered as its silver-white shielding took numerous impacts, barely effecting its power. The ship rocked from another blow but the Imperator just smiled. He was rock solid under pressure and knew the Brutes possessed no means to harm them truly. Through loyalty, discipline and honour, they would prevail, as they always have.

“Entering effective weapons range!” The Adjutant announced

“Fire first salvo on my mark!” The Imperator roared, standing up, raising his fist “NOW!” He shouted, dropping his arm down in a cutting move.

In the face of a ramshackle and disorganize barrage, the fleet fire its first coordinate salvo. A torrent of pulse laser beams, energy projector and curving plasma lances lashed out at the Brute fleet, immediately shredding the smaller warships, cutting through smaller warships immediately, their hulls boiling and decks exploding with nuclear fire.

As soon as the first barrage radiated out, the entire Sangheili fleet slowed, their ships turning to match the Brute fleet in a opposite lock broadside barrage, their side weapons beginning to fire at will, with individual fleet groups beginning to to mark targets for focusing fire. The Battle cruisers, Grand-Cruisers, Super Cruisers, Destroys and Battleships of the fleet opened fire with their powerful broadside weaponry, with the Ancient Curse leading the way, sending out withering hails of fire, while the lighter cruisers and frigates swept forth from the battle lines, unleashing powerful forward batteries, strafing the fleet. Behind the lines, the carriers sat back, releasing wave after wave of deadly fighters, sending forth torrents of fighters, beginning deadly strafing runs and dog fighting against Brute Seraphs amidst the space leviathans, the Ophan medium fighters hopelessly out gunning older Seraphs. Archangel interdictors closed in on the Brute heavy ships, releasing waves of plasma charges, pounding into their hulls, burning through them, immolating the ship from the inside. As the fleet pounded at each other, the Arbiter watched from his chair, observing the battle, waiting for a break in their lines. At their far flank, a group of ships broke formation. The Imperator looked to them and cursed. Brute assault ships. They utilised crude but efficient frontal armour and heavy shielding but minimal weapons or support systems to turn them into high powered ramming ships. A trio of them steamed forward, breaking lines, their rudimentary cannons firing wildly. As they thundered forwards, they came under directed fire, multiple ships pounding on their armour in an attempt to stop their advance. The Reverence-class, Indomitable Might realigned it's rear Energy Projector, lashing out at the oncoming warships. The lead warship was bisected from the keel side of the prow to the upper decks of the aft, the two parts separating, followed by a volatile explosion as the internal magazines and engine caught fire and exploded. However, it was too late to stop the other ships encroaching. The lead ram cruiser crashed right into a battle cruiser, smashing through its shielding and cutting into its hull, deeply wounding it. The ship tore right through into the mid ship before slowing. The moment it stopped, it fired its forward prow cannons right into the heart of the ship, explosions resonating inside the beleaguered cruiser. The ship ejected its fuel cells the moment the exploded, engulfing much of the aft in fire, causing the frontal section to loose all power. Escape pods fled the fallen ship, as there was honour to be had another day. Meanwhile, another cruiser smashed right through a destroyer and into the rear lines, crashing into the prow of a carrier. The equally heavy armoured and shielding stopped the cruiser in it's tracks, allowing the carrier to fire at it at point blank range, destroying it with ease.

The moment the ram cruisers left their own lines, a phalanx of battle cruisers broke with them trying to follow, but their lack of speed resulted in easy game for marauding battleships. The ships floundered, their shielding flaring brilliant white as they came under intense punishment, the lesser ships taking multiple impacts, their hulls burning under constant attacks.

As she ships where one by one destroyed, the Imperator gave the order to push through their lines and begin landing operations.

The Shadow of Intent and its accompanying assault fleet suddenly surged forward from the rear lines, plasma lances flaring as it hammered its way through their lines. On the Shadow's bridge, Rtas 'Vadum pressed his carriers forward, preparing for a opening landing on the surface. Distant from the battle, the Fleet of Towering Shadows made its way around the battle, carefully closing upon the planet. The Hallowed Sanctum burned ahead, firing off the near complete capacity of it's orbital insertion pods before descending lower, with Phantoms already filtering out, descending to the surface to preform clandestine missions.

Mackranus Charged out of his barracks, with only half of his armour on. Like many of his troops, he was roused by desperate and sudden call for help over the communications. As Mackranus looked up into the sky, he could see why. The night sky, usually filled with distant stars, was now filled with the signs of a orbital battle, as streaks of brilliant light was exchanged between distant warships.

“Chieftain, the Elites, they have come for a battle!” One of his captains shouted, readying his crude weaponry for the coming battle.

“Come, bring the defence batteries online!” he ordered

As the Brutes scattered to bring the cannons online, a shadow came over them. Mackranus looked up, observing a mammoth warship encroaching over the fortress. Within a moment, shafts of brilliant purple-white light lashed out, illuminating the darkened fortress. The Assault Carrier was accurately taking out the defensive batteries, disabling their means of defending themselves. Within a minute of the first salvo, the first wave of fighters hit, with Banshees swinging down, followed by Malakhim Attack Bombers and Yűrei gunships, releasing waves of plasma fire, strafing the ground troops still foolish enough to be outside. As the soldiers began to retreat, or attempt to run for the battlements, the gunships struck, sending forth torrents of fuel rod fire, generating waves of explosions across the battlefield, blowing defenders from the battlements, or flattening entire groups in the open. The fighters temporarily dispersed, followed by a object falling from the carrier, followed by another two. The objects hit the ground outside the fortress, shattering the bedrock and sending up clouds of dust. Mackranus looked up from his cover to see the smoke hide a massive object, arising from the crater. There was a pale green light, covered by a petal like protrusion. It seemed to weep green tears for a moment before releasing a wave of sun hot fire forth from it's gaping maw, incinerating the outer wall, reducing it to a pile of molten slag. The creature stepped out of the smoke cloud, its long spindly legs belying its nature and true name. Scarab.

The war machine climbed over the broken walls with ease, its cannons spitting fire in all directions, followed by a lighter Type-47 Scarab and a Tarantula carrier. As soon as they cleared the outer wall, waves of armoured units and infantry followed, fresh from the gravity lift from the belly of the warship.

“Quickly, into the inner keep, we can hold them there!” The Chieftain ordered, falling back to the well defended keep. He broke lines and began to sprint across the open, along with hundreds of his warriors. He was followed by Sangheili bounding over the defences, cutting his soldiers down with volleys of plasma fire. He made it within the keep, ordered the gates to be sealed, even with survivors outside the walls. As the bulkheads sealed, he made his way up to the battlements to observe the encroaching Sangheili warriors, taking cover behind their armour as they approached under a withering hail of defensive fire. He smirked, forgetting about the walkers for a moment. Immediately, the battlement to his left was reduced to a flaming gap of molten rock and metal by a sudden barrage from the nose turret of the Tarantula. It closed in, raising up to its full height the securing its front set of legs to the battlements, the delicate looking hoofs digging into the fortress walls. The ramp dropped just as a collection of warriors gathered around it, preparing to defend themselves. The first being to charge out was a terrifying being, that was often treated like a bogeyman by the Remnant. The Sangheili warrior was decorated from head to hoof in gleaming, purple armour, with deep red honour markings and a trailing cloak. His ornate purple armour marked his a senior officer, with the distinct horn like protrusion serving to make him stand out from his peers. He charged forth, a glimmering blue energy sword in his hand. He was followed from the dark depths of the walker by a guard of knights clad in opalescent white armour, with the first wave carrying burning spears of plasma. The leader immediately leapt into the shocked group of Brutes, weaving and whirling like a fevered dervish, cauterized limbs flying forth from his handiwork. On his flanks, Brutes were subjected to the accurate thrusts of the Knights, the spears burning deep into their chests, melting through armour, flesh, bone and organs. As a captain subjected him to a clumsy bayonet swing from his carbine. The warrior blocked it, grabbing a hold of the Captain's wrist then sweeping the blade across his arm, just beneath his elbow, severing it with the smell of burning flesh and hair. The Brute screeched, grabbing his wounded arm. The warrior tossed away the severed limb and grabbed the rim of his helmet then cut across his neck, severing his head. He held the head up, releasing a deafening bellow then tossed the head to the ground.

“My name is Rtas 'Vadum, Marshall of the Army, I have come to send each of you personally to hell!” He shouted, his voice cutting above the ring of battle.

Mackranus roared in defiance of this heretic's over confidence and charged forward with his hammer, weaving to avoid snap shots of plasma fire from his body guards. He swung his hammer, aiming to take his head off. Rtas ducked then cut upwards, cutting through his arm and the hilt of his hammer then ducked low and leaped forward, cutting through his knee. Mackranus screeched in pain, falling to his knees. Rtas slipped behind him and grabbed a hold of his neck just under the chin and lifted him to his feet.

“I will send you to meet the bastard Truth and Tartarus in the burning pit.” Rtas whispered in his ear, before slipping his sword through his back, the blade piercing his chest. At that moment, his two lead guards lunged forward with their spears, impaling him. He tried to voice his defiance, but breath escaped his burning lungs. All three of them retracted their blades, dropping him to the floor below. He fell onto his chest, bleeding out of his numerous wounds. He blinked once, witnessing wave after wave of Sangheili warrior pour over the battlements, destroy the Covenant forces defending them. Rtas placed his hoof to his head.

“Know this. The time of retribution has come. The Covenant will be shattered.”

Rtas stomped down, a satisfying crunching noise filling his ears. He looked up as his warriors swarmed the battlements, with the Sangheili flag already rising over the battlement, the three diamonds representing the Urs system shining brightly even amidst the smoke filled sky.

Ajax 013 - ^{<Death to Heroes>}[The Damned] [The Lost][The Forgotten] ObscurumVictoria :
TALK - Greenwich Mean Time

Phase 2 has begun on SPITFIRE ladies and gentlemen. Battle has commenced, we will start off proceedings by with the initial invasion forces make beach heads, special forces preparing for the arrival of the main forces and the navy getting involved in space shoot outs with the Brutes.

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30th of April, 2612, Clovis system, Space around Revered Bastion, 0004 hours (Local Time)

Ang looked at the monitor, her mandibles curved into a pleased smile. Finally, the filthy brutes will pay the proper price for their crimes, she thought to herself. Across the bridge, the crewmen grunted their approval as well. Everyone's spirits were high; victory would be won on this day.

Outside, plasma torpedoes came to a halt, disrupted by the Sangheili's counter-guidance systems. The Sangheili ships' plasma lances, on the other hand, continued to tear apart Jiralhanae vessels one by one. It was almost boring, in fact, that the battle was so one-sided.

She shrugged off her thoughts and recalled what she had to do. She turned to Reld 'Khuvar, Senior Crewman and her second-in-command on the Merciless Fate. He instantly felt her gaze and looked up at her. It was a trait that made him very useful; he was always alert and ready for anything.

"Take the bridge for a while" she told him silently, finding it unnecessary to bother the crew. "I have...business to take care of."

Yes, Mistress." He said and snapped a salute. He didn't ask any questions; that made him even more useful to Ang. But on the other hand, if given command and responsibility, he showed a great deal of independent and analytical thinking. He was actually scheduled to receive command of a small taskforce to patrol the republic's outer settlements, had Ang not intervened and taken him on as her assistant.

She moved out of the room, followed quickly by her cadre of Helios guards, taking positions on either side of her. The ship rumbled as the battle continued outside. As she walked briskly through the corridors of her ship, she could've sworn that she heard a distant sound of a Jiralhanae ship being destroyed.

To be finished

Angel54 — The Tool [The Mistress] [The Assasin] [The Snake]
TALK • CONTRIBUTIONS — Scandinavian Time

I'll finish this at a later date; right now I've got some serious writer's block.

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30th of April, 2612, Clovis system, Space around Revered Bastion, 0004 hours (Local Time)

“Fire first salvo on my mark!” The Imperator roared over the com. There was a short silence that lasted about two seconds. “NOW!”

"Fire! All weapons!" Zatu 'Vadum ordered. Plasma Lances from the fleet flashed outwards, impacting upon the brute fleet. The smaller warships at the front exploded, their hulls burning. Zatu's heart leapt with boundless joy as his enemies fell before him. Plasma Torpedos flew from the brute fleet, impacting on the shields of the Sangheili ships, doing little damage. Three burning seraphs, chased by a few ophans rammed his ship, barely affecting the energy shields. The brute ships advanced, firing their weapons sporadically, thier lack of cordination causing them to do little to the Sangheili ships. A single Battlecruiser rushed ahead of the brute line, and was torn apart by the weapons of the Sangheili fleet.

Nusa 'Fujam's smile grew wider and wider as his orbital insertion pod grew closer to the ground. When it finaly hit the ground, he leapt out, plasma rifles in his hands. He fired them at the nearest brute, an unfortunate, unsuspecting brute minor. His plasma bolts burned through the brute's armor, and the brute howled and rushed at him. 'Fujam shot him a few times in the head and he crumpled to the ground, dead. Another brute leapt at him, and fired the brute's mauler. Luckily, the primitive weapon didn't puncture his shields. Nusa grabbed his energy sword and stabbed the brute once in the stomach.

"This is why we'll win." He hissed. "We are noble warriors, you are SAVAGES!" At the world "Savages", Nusa beheaded the brute with his sword. He looked around. The chieftan and his bodyguards were holding off his special forces warriors with some sucess, although it was only a matter of time before their heads decorated the ground. Nusa roared and rushed into battle, leaping high into the air and slashing the chieftan once with his sword, parrying his hammer blow with his swords and slicing off his heads. His fellow warriors had taken down the bodyguards. Nusa grabbed the chieftan's head, raished it into the air and roared victoriously.

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30th of April, 2612, Clovis system, Revered Bastion, 0005 hours (Local Time)

The USR Eye of the Beholder swept low, heading towards some unknown Brute capital city. As they came closer, the Beholder opened up, letting its cannons destroy the defensive emplacements in the city. As the ship began to hover over the city, a dozen Phantoms exited the hanger, escorted by Banshee aircraft. Even though Brute anti air weapons began to open up, it was meager attacks, just light plasma fire. A wing of Banshees veered off and began to strafe the enemy emplacements. Inside the lead Phantom was Ushran 'Sojam, veteran of the Human-Covenant War, Legion Master of the T'sar, and a member of the Ascetics attached to the Sangheili Army.

As the Phantoms cut through the outer layer of the city, several turned towards their individual objectives. Their orders were to hold the city at all costs. As Ushran's Phantom began to slow, the bay doors opened. Spikes flew into the bay, but were nothing but an annoyance. The side gunners got to work, firing upon any Brute that came into their line of sight. Dust began to form around the main square, as three Phantoms descended. Ushran activated his Energy Scythe, a weapon common among his order, and rolled onto the ground. Almost immediately, a Brute rose out of cover, a Spiker aimed at Ushran. He grabbed the welps wrist and twisted it, causing the Brute to flip. Ushran slammed the hilt of his Scythe into the Brutes throat, piercing it through. Shaking the blood off, he waited until his son, Uasu, leapt to his side.

"Take your Creche towards the center of Brute resistance, give your trainees some combat experience."

Uasu simply nodded and yelled an order, several Minors gathered around him and moved towards the northern section of the city, where a massive fortress lay. It was also the legions primary goal, however they had other matters to attend to, namely slaughtering any and all Brutes in the city.

Just then, a series explosion tore the silence. Ushran instinctively took cover behind the wall, forgetting about the dead Brute he had killed. He peeked over and saw a Mutilator turn a corner, its autocannon ripping through Sangheili warriors like wet paper. They were pinned down, until a lance of energy tore through the vehicles hull, causing it to explode, shrapnel flying throughout the square. Ushran looked towards the location of the shooter, and saw two Poltergeists of the R'bo Subsection turn, their cannons refocusing on the infantry in the square. Ushran yelled out a battle cry and charged into the fray, his warriors on his flank.

30th of April, 2612, Clovis system, Revered Bastion, 0005 hours (Local Time)

"Get into cover!" Yelled Uasu, as an explosion landed near him. Two Sangheili warriors were torn apart, a Brute rocket had landed in their midst.

"Lay fire on that Brute!" he yelled to the Minors under his command. Uasu was in charge of the K'bran Warrior Creche, made up wholly of Minors and Sub Minors. His job was to get his trainees battle experience, what better than to be the vanguard in the legions advance.

Uasu took his own lance and navigated the narrow corridors of the Brute city. He knew this would be perfect for an ambush, but they had to take own a group of Brutes keeping his Creche pinned. They arrived on the rear of the building.

"Get a charge on the door." He gave a hand signal. Eysu, the lances heavy weapons and demolitions expert, placed an explosive charge, which echoed with a resounding thump. The lance was inside in moments, and the Brute defenders were caught offguard. Uasu lunged at the leader, a Captain with only half it's armor on, and stabbed in in the gut with his armors Energy Blade. His lance neutralized the rest. Uasu called to his Creche, and they advanced further down the road, no resistance encountered.

Spartan 112 03:34, June 21, 2010 (UTC)

6[]

DATE: 30th April 2612; LOCATION: Revered Bastion; TIME: 0500

As the air forces of the Sangheili flew over head, striking against the strongholds of the Jiralhanae, a Type-47 Scarab moved towards one and began an assault upon its' defenses, and amidst this distraction five stealthed Phantom Dropships flew through the defensive line, dropping off there deadly cargo in near silence: cloaked in their own activate camouflage, the special operations lances spread out across the courtyard in which they had landed, heading in three separate directions with orders to secure the fortress from within.

Moving quickly through the halls towards the power generators, the Lance of Unrelenting Reparation passed unseen for a long time, stealthily killing any guards that they encountered: at the lead, Bemsaj and Tural served as point, ensuring that the path was clear, with the Unggoy Cinab and Saysu following behind them with heavier weaponry should they need it, Stabilized Like Few hanging in the rear to avoid the majority of the combat. The mission was simple enough: eliminate the guards so that the Huragok could disable the power generators and take control of the automated defenses, allowing Ameigh, the Lance's Mgalekgolo and N'tho 'Sroam's personal team to assault the command center of the fortress.

Moving into the generator room, Tural and Bemsaj walked to the edge of the upper walkway they were now on and surveyed the situation: within the large room were two main generators and five back-ups, with a good three dozen Jiralhanae guarding them, armed with all manner of close-range weaponry, including one Chieftain with a Gravity Hammer.

“What's the plan, Bemsaj?”, asked Tural

“There's a small ledge over there on the far side”, said Bemsaj, “Do you think you would be able to shimmy across it?”

“Just barely”

“Good. Use it and get into a position where you can quickly launch off and into the Jiralhanae. I'll use the Beam Rifle from here and start the engagement, make them think we're all over here. Cinab, Saysu”

“Here Bemsaj”, said Cinab

“Both of you split up: Cinab, take the Fuel Rod Gun and left; Saysu, set up the Plasma Cannon to the upper right. Be careful, both of you”

Quickly, the four split up, with Stabilized Like Few holding position not far behind Bemsaj: as soon as Bemsaj noted everyone was in position, he opened fired with his Beam Rifle upon the Jiralhanae, causing the great apes to jump in fright and confusion as one of their fellows was hit by a particle beam to the head, collapsing dead in but a second. Firing where they thought Bemsaj to be, most missed, though Bemsaj was forced to expertly dodge a few very close shots: firing once again, Bemsaj noted a slight blur of motion from the wall to the ground, then watched as multiple Jiralhanae fell down to the ground as if struck by a great weight, and above them two energy swords suddenly activated. As Tural began to slice through the Jiralhanae at close range, the fringes came under from the Unggoy, as both the Plasma Cannon and the Fuel Rod Gun began sounding simultaneously, accompanying by the much slower paced Beam Rifle's shots.

Noting the Jiralhanae were down to a brave few left, Bemsaj jumped down to the ground and motioned for Stabilized to follow him: as the Huragok floated down, Bemsaj swapped to his Plasma Repeater and began to open fire on the remaining Jiralhanae, dividing their attentions between the two Sangheili's attacks. Soon, the confusion was their death, and all that was left was a pile of corpses littering the floor of the generator room.

Floating over to the main console, Stabilized began to hack into the computer systems, specifically the power management systems: however, after a moment, Stabilized turned towards Bemsaj and began chirping in the strange language of its' kind, conveying its' message as best as possible with the limited understanding between the two of them.

“I think he's saying we've got a broken generator”, said Bemsaj, and Stabilized quickened and higher chirpings convinced him he was correct; looking about, Tural found the source of the problem to be a large piece of floor shrapnel that had flown through the side of one of the main generators after a Fuel Rod struck the floor and broke it.

“Can you fix it?”, asked Bemsaj. The Huragok gave an affirmative, then began to fly over the broken materials, reconfiguring and reconstructing the machine: however, even as he started, the doors at the far end of the room burst open and in walked more foes for the Sangheili to defeat.

Tural cringed. It was not the dozen Jiralhanae and their heavy weapons that made them cringe however, but the ear-splitting roar of the beast behind them, a dreaded creature that only the bravest and most foolish of warriors had ever fought against. It's skin was as hard as rocks, it's fists like boulders and its' blood a poison.

“Sharquoi”, whispered Tural, bracing himself for the coming fight

The entirety of the USR Recusant, forcing many of the bridge crew to grab a hold of the nearby consoles to keep steady: standing in the midst, Fleet Master Usze 'Taham stubbornly refused to grab something, silently struggling to stay balanced as the ship was struck.

“Report!”, Usze bellowed as he leaned towards the statistics section

“Multiple enemy boarding craft near the lower hanger bays”, reported one of the deck officers, “Jiralhanae have entered through the breaches”

“Divert security lances to the craft: I will lead the repulsion myself. Continue to alert me to other such attacks”

“Understood Fleet Master”, replied the officer

Usze turned and moved briskly towards the door, motioning in his passing for a lance of Sangheili, all armed in the same Assault Harness as himself: together, Usze and the other Sangheili rushed towards the areas adjacent to the hanger bays, and were quickly enough met with other Security officers on their way to the hanger bays.

Entering the hallways immediately adjacent to the bays, Usze and his officers slowed as they became aware of a battle ensuing ahead: rounding a corner, they came across other Sangheili, fending off numerous Jiralhanae troops that had barricaded themselves into the hangers with various pieces of torn metal and containers formed into a crude barrier. Motioning for other officers to cover him, Usze and his team broke through the line of fire, firing at their foes as they did: making it across, they moved quickly to the orbital insertion drop tubes and quickly armed themselves with Hippogriff Gravity Packs. Locking down the room and opening the drop doors, the team quickly dropped into the vacuum of space, heading for the hanger bay openings.

Arriving at the doors, Usze motioned for a short stop to his troops, then surveyed the situation: the Jiralhanae had landed in two separate boarding craft that had managed to escape the self-defense systems, one craft on either side of the hangers, and the apes had spread throughout the hangers, working quickly to secure the location so that more troops could be brought in to assault the ship. However, they were still disorganized, not to mention preoccupied with the other Sangheili teams attacking them.

Using his personal security override codes, Usze switched the mode of the shield doors to allow his troops to pass through the shield doors, and in seconds they were in the air attacking the Jiralhanae, dodging incoming fire with the incredible maneuverability of the Hippogriffs. However, by sheer chance of misfortune, Usze was suddenly struck by a stray Brute Shot grenade, and quickly descended towards the floor in a near-crash landing: recovering quickly as plasma shots flared his shields, Usze rolled and evaded momentarily as his shields recharged, then jumped out and assaulted his foes, his Energy Knife dismembering them in seconds.

Soon enough, the Jiralhanae were defeated, and the hangers secure once again. “Major”, said Usze, calling over another Sangheili

“Yes, Fleet Master?”

“Ensure the security of these hangers, and the related systems. I wish no chance of sabotage.”

“Understood Fleet Master”, replied the Major, responding with a Sangheili salute. Usze saluted in kind, then turned and moved briskly back towards the bridge.

Detaching from the Phantom Dropships as they flew across the Jiralhanae townships of the planet's surface, Yusnak and his swarm descended into the chaos of the battle, assaulting the oversized apes within their own civilian population. All around, the Jiralhanae civilians fought back with whatever they could, using their own personal weapons and their simple brute strength to fend off Sangheili warriors, booby trapping the buildings and streets to deny progress and resources, easily setting ambushes all about with their innate knowledge of the area. It was a nightmare situation.

Yusnak led his swarm with little fear however, so consumed by his purpose was he. Called upon to aid with their superior air maneuverability and their own innate stealth nature, the Yanme'e fell upon the Jiralhanae like flies upon cows, attacking them both with guns and rifles, as well as their own claws and acidic secretions.

“Hurry, they withdraw into the tower!”, cried Yusnak in the clicking language of the Yanme'e as he flew towards a large structure that several Jiralhanae had taken hiding in. Flying to the top, he and the other Yanme'e crawled within and clung to the ceiling, waiting to attack, and as soon as the Jiralhanae appeared beneath them they struck, digging deep into the primate's flesh with their claws. The Jiralhanae fought fire with fire and attacked with their massive paws, crushing four Yanme'e to grimy green pulps before they could be killed.

Yusnak approached the sole survivor, held down only with the aid of a hulking Yanme'e Berserker. “Wherrrre isss Chieftain Keilusss”, Yusnak said, struggling to properly convey his message in the language of the Jiralhanae.

“Die insect scum”, growled the Jiralhanae, only to receive a sharp punch from the Berserker.

“You willll telllll usss”, said Yusnak

“Never!”, replied the Jiralhanae; with but a motion from Yusnak, the Berserker reacted and snapped the foe's neck.

“We must find Keilus”, Yusnak told his comrades, all of them murmuring agreement. Within seconds, the Yanme'e were in the air once again, continuing their secret quest for vengeance.

Ulorus and his team of Jiralhanae Commandos moved slowly through the lowest sub-levels of the Mount of Solace, making their way slowly upwards and eliminating key systems along the way. Though it seemed like a job that could have been dealt with by lesser soldiers, Ulorus now personally led the team through the bowels of the fort to ensure the mission's success.

“Ikvanus, Silus, the radar systems are two rooms down: hurry, eliminate them”, whispered Ulorus to his team over their com channel; in but a moment's notice, the two Jiralhanae moved away, heading to fulfill their objective.

But there was more to this mission to Ulorus than simply to ensure the Mount of Solace's capture, though that was an extremely important factor: the Mount of Solace was one of the Remnant's prime fortresses on all of Revered Bastion, and without its' quick capture, things could possibly turn badly for the USR-JA forces.

However, Ulorus' secret agenda still stood in his mind: find and return Keilus, through whatever means necessary. Keilus was within this fortress somewhere, leading its' defense, and if he could down enough systems, he had a chance to draw Keilus' attention. And if he drew his attention, Keilus would attack, he was sure. And if he attacked, then Ulorus knew he had a chance.

“Man the defenses!”, barked Keilus, roaring at all his troops to quickly man the large anti-air and anti-vehicle turrets, so as to provide at least some manner of defense against the oncoming tide of Sangheili forces that were surging forward. It was overwhelming: everywhere the eye could see, there were Sangheili forces advancing on Remnant positions, towering walkers and airships leading the way.

“Fire upon the Gargoyles!”, yelled Keilus, redirecting the fire of the anti-vehicle turrets to try and eliminate a squad of Gargoyle walkers approaching the Mount with great speed: partially successful, the turrets destroyed the walkers, but two of the turrets were badly damaged.

Could things become worse?, wondered Keilus. In answer to his question, a Jiralhanae Ultra approached him, running from the security detachment.

“Chieftain, we have intruders within the lower levels! Jiralhanae, no less!”, he explained

“What?”, asked Keilus, disgusted at the thought of Sangheili-worshiping turncoats within the Mount of Solace, “How did they get in?”

“They entered through the sewers”, announced the Ultra, “They are climbing with significant speed”

“I will deal with these myself!”, said Keilus, quickly grabbing his Energy Katana “Come, we shall end these traitors quickly, and feast upon their hoofs tonight”

Bemsaj rolled out of the way, continuing to fire into the hide of the Sharquoi and dodge its' massive fists as they came crashing beside him: taking aim with his Plasma Repeater, Bemsaj fired at the eye of the beast, distracting it as Tural jumped over three Jiralhanae, slicing their necks with his wrist-mounted Energy Blade as he did so, and launching himself onto the massive creatures back, attempting to slice its' eye out with his Energy Sword.

The Sharquoi noticed Tural, however, and threw its' great fist out, Tural just barely missing it, pushing off of it and tumbling to the ground, where he rolled into a crouched position, disemboweling a Jiralhanae as he came up.

“Where did they acquire a Sharquoi from?”, asked Tural as he took on another Jiralhanae, this one armed with a pair of Jiralhanae Iron Knuckles, making it slightly more deadly at close range.

“Does it matter?”, replied Bemsaj hurriedly as he dodged the Sharquoi's attacks once again, now using his Beam Rifle in an unsuccessful attempt to pierce the beast's eye, which he was unable to hit due to the beast's increasing movements. As the adrenaline began to flow through the beast's veins more, causing it to move faster with better reflexes, Bemsaj began to be pushed into a corner, back towards Stabilized Like Few and the not-quite-repaired generator.

Just as he thought he'd run out of options, the Sharquoi lurched to the side, then turned only to be hit once again by the same form of blast: a Fuel Rod Gun, directly aimed for the animal. Taking advantage of the situation, Bemsaj managed to fire off two shots, one managing to redirect the beast's attention back at himself and away from the Unggoy Cinab, the second shot piercing through the creatures eye.

With the Sharquoi blinded, the timing was perfect: distracting the Jiralhanae attackers with his own rifle fire, Bemsaj signaled for Tural to assault the creature. Dodging the random attacks of the almost helpless beast, Tural slipped through its' legs and then used its' harness to climb up to its' head, stabbing his Energy Sword straight through the roaring mouth and into the Sharquoi's brain cavity.

Landing on the ground, Tural turned his attention to the remaining Jiralhanae, and soon the combined assaults of all four Sangheili and Unggoy brought the Jiralhanae to their deaths: the lesser soldiers shields crumpled under the combined fire of the Plasma Repeater and Plasma Cannon, while the higher ranked ones were either cut down by Tural's Energy Sword or Cinab's Fuel Rod suppressive fire.

“Stabilized, is the generator fixed?”, snapped Bemsaj. The Huragok chirped repeatedly, trying to convey his message effectively, but his answer became obvious as the generator roared to life.

“Alright then”, said Tural, “Let's pray to the spirits that Ameigh and N'tho can finish their end of the deal”

Ameigh stood within the inside of the Phantom Troop Transport, eying the other combatants within it with the critical eye of a century old war veteran: directly beside her stood three Lekgolo, Hepok Eta Nok and Lart Eta Mixu, a bonded pair, and Teno Salz Kreral, a non-bonded Berserker. Ameigh could not help but sympathize for Kreral: while once he had been a renowned soldier alongside his bond brother Yawo Salz Vebom, he now was a mourning, enraged warrior that was little more than a gun to point at someone most of the time.

Past these three sentient tanks stood a lance of Sangheili, all dressed in the green-and-gold guard armor that designated them as members of the Envoys of Fortitude, Ameigh's personal and elite guard unit, trained by herself for her own missions and uses. They were among the best warriors that the USR had to offer, and because of their few numbers, Ameigh only brought them into active combat situations sparingly, when she deemed them most needed: now was such a time.

Beyond these warriors, however, stood soldiers over which Ameigh had little control: donned in their own personalized combat harnesses, these were Assault Troopers, some of the bravest souls among the Sangheili, all of them ready to die at a moment's notice should it be necessary, ready to charge straight into the jaws of the enemy without any hesitation. And at their head stood their commander, Field Master N'tho 'Sroam, Ameigh's joint commander in this mission.

The objective was simple enough: the other half of the Lance of Unrelenting Reparation had been inserted along with several other special operations lances to eliminate key systems, with the Lance's target being the generator, the main power source of the fortress; now, the power source was confirmed removed, meaning the energy shielding on the area around the command center had dissipated. Now, they were moving in, ready to strike the command center itself and take control of the fortress, killing the Chieftain as soon as he was discovered.

The Phantom slowed suddenly, causing all the warriors to shake slightly. Then the side doors opened up, and as two Unggoy manned door cannons to provide suppressive fire, all the warriors piled out, with the Lekgolo jumping down through the just activated grav-lift. Exiting via the side door, Ameigh pulled up her two Type-24 Particle Rifles, better known as Gravity Rifles, and took aim at the nearby detachment of Jiralhanae, already under assault from the other forces and the Phantom's own cannons.

The Mgalekgolo plowed through the ranks of their allies, closing the gap between the USR and Remnant forces: the walking suits of armor attacked the Jiralhanae at close range, Kreral becoming most violent, using his specially modified armor to dismember and disembowel the apes as they attempted to flee. As a cry of alarm was sent up, Ameigh realized that speed could possibly be their most valuable ally, and with that realization she dashed forward, followed closely by several of her Envoys, as well as N'tho and several of his men.

The group burst into the upper garrison, cutting through Jiralhanae guards at the doors while noting the onrushing entourage of the Chieftain, the Chieftain himself staying at the back momentarily, firing at the USR forces with a Light Plasma Cannon. As an Envoy member fell beside her, Ameigh turned and stabbed his murderer with her quickly-drawn Energy Sabres: barely dodging a swipe from another Jiralhanae's bayonet, she rolled and came up fighting, killing two more ape warriors before breaking free and dashing towards the Chieftain, ricocheting off the close walls and the Jiralhanae themselves in her quick, acrobatic move to close the distance.

For a split second, the Chieftain did not know what was happening, but then he saw Ameigh and, a second too late, realized her Sabres were within his chest cavity and neck. By the time Ameigh withdrew her Sabres, he knew no more. From behind, N'tho and the others cut a swath through the enemies, leaving them all dead or dying, with N'tho leading the pack, the deadliest and most blood-thirsty of all the warriors. Glory was N'tho's food, and he intended to glut this day.

With a shout of victory, Ameigh declared the fortress taken: across it, Jiralhanae began to fall to other forces or their own, crude automated defenses that were easily turned upon themselves. Within the hour, the Sangheili flag rose over the supposed stronghold.

--<<Feel Deeds Awake: Now For Wrath, Now For Ruin, And A Red Dawn>>
19:29, August 1, 2010 (UTC)

RP:Operation SPITFIRE

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