Chapter 6: Depths of Treachery
|Time 17:21:64 (Accuracy 1/10 to that of Forerunner), tenth sunrise shift of the twenty-sixth month (Sanghelios Time Unit), 9th Age of Reclamation (Covenant Time Unit, based on Forerunner Time Unit)
Location: Covenant DX-class dropship, planet Sanghelios
|0400 Hours, September 18, 2552 (UNSC Military Calendar)
"Have you received any transmissions from other dropships departing Stoic Courier?" Autel asked, although he had been staring out the hatch the entire trip, watching the distant city.
The pilot, 'Pyronee, shook his head. "I am afraid not. Perhaps the Jiralhanae have won..."
"Then we must hurry," 'Sraomee said. He blinked his left eye and looked out the hatch. "It seems Sanghelios is in no peril as of yet." His right eye was now blind, but he had it disinfected and decided to ignore it due to the urgency of their situation.
"Tartarus has little power over the rest of the Covenant," Autel said, "if he glasses Sanghelios, there will be great repercussions. He is more concerned with silencing us..."
"He most certainly was effective," 'Pyronee said bitterly. "The Sangheili at Stoic Courier have been either dead or imprisoned by the Jiralhanae." The pilot turned the dropship towards High Charity, and received a transmission.
"DX-class dropship, identify yourselves."
"This is Flight Pilot 'Pyronee, requesting landing at High Charity," he said calmly, and turned to look at his passengers, mouthing the word, "Jiralhanae."
Why were the Jiralhanae in charge of docking and departures? The shifting of roles at the capital city over the years was disconcerting to Autel.
Finally, the dockmaster growled, "You may land upon hangar bay 92. You will be checked for clearance upon arrival."
"I understand," 'Pyronee replied, and cut the transmission. Adjusting his course, he said, "Try not to look like we have come from a raging battle." Autel looked around. His weapons were strapped to his side, the blood was cleaned off of 'Sraomee's face, and the four other recruits on board the dropship had dealt with their injuries on their trip. They could not remove the plasma burns and projectile holes from their training armour, however, so Autel had suggested they leave them aboard the dropship and wear their uniforms instead.
The dropship eased into the hangar, and 'Pyronee opened the hatches. The group of Sangheili stepped out onto the platform, where a group of Jiralhanae were waiting. Where were the Sangheili? As the aliens looked around the dropship, one of them growled, "State your business."
"We must see the Hierarchs," 'Sraomee said. The Jiralhanae's fur bristled.
"The Hierarchs do not allow just anyone to see them," he snapped, "Where do you come from?"
The soldier faltered, so Autel decided to answer honestly. "Stoic Courier."
The Jiralhanae raised an eyebrow. "Who has sent you?"
"Field Master 'Noromee."
Another Brute walked out from the dropship. "They are not hiding anything, but we have found five sets of Sangheili training armour."
"They are ours," a recruit said.
"Why would your Field Master send recruits to High Charity?" the first Jiralhanae asked, staring at the charred armour.
"That is for the Hierarchs to know," Autel said boldly. The alien looked him in the eye, and he held it. Finally, the Brute gave an amused huff, and said, "This way."
As they walked, 'Sraomee whispered, "Why did you feel the need to tell him so much?"
"There is no other explanation for our arrival," Autel replied quietly. "And once the Prophets know of what has happened, it would not make a difference." He cautiously looked around the hallways they passed, as if expecting to see Tartarus or his captains.
Finally, they reached a doorway. The Jiralhanae spoke into a mike. "A group of Sangheili wish to see the Hierarchs."
There was no reply. The Jiralhanae said, "Hand over your weapons." When they did, the doors opened, and Autel stepped in with the others. The Jiralhanae remained outside.
Although he had never been to High Charity, Autel could see that this was not the Sanctum of the Hierarchs. It was a steep hallway with various pillars and plants near the walls. A figure in a floating throne waited at the end alone.
As they got closer to the figure, Autel saw that it was the Prophet of Regret. He had seen the Prophet's broadcasts when he was on Sanghelios. Regret constantly spent time with Sangheili watching battles rather than planning at High Charity. But why were there no Honour Guards present?
Autel and the others bowed before Regret. The Prophet said, "Speak."
"Noble Prophet of Regret, we have witnessed a heresy within our Covenant," 'Sraomee said. "The Brute Tartarus unveiled his treachery upon us at Stoic Courier."
"How is this so?" There was no sign of alarm in his voice, but then again, he was a Hierarch.
"Your Excellency, I have seen them enter our dormitories and kill Sangheili in their sleep," Autel said. "Many of our numbers have been killed by the Jiralhanae."
Regret did not speak. Finally, he said, "They have spilled your blood in your own city? The Jiralhanae we trust and swear loyalty to us and reside in High Charity at this moment?"
"You are correct, Excellency," 'Sraomee said.
The Prophet was silent once more. Autel glanced up slightly, and saw that Regret was wearing a thin smile. "Do not be alarmed. The Great Journey will come to those who are worthy..."
"But the Brutes, noble Prophet?"
"...but those who are not will lie eternally in death's inescapable grip," Regret continued. "Unfortunately, there are those who are not meant to walk the Path." The door behind them opened again, and the Jiralhanae returned, flanked by half a dozen others.
"What do you mean, Excellency?" Autel asked with a sinking feeling.
"The Sangheili have been sent away from High Charity," Regret said. "I was unable to convince only the Special Operations unit to leave. No one will know of what has happened here. And when they do, it will be too late..." Autel felt thick hands grab his arms but did not resist. 'Sraomee and the others were held by the Jiralhanae as well.
"You have betrayed us," Autel growled, baring his teeth at the Prophet.
"Perhaps," Regret said casually, "but it is for the good of the Covenant."
The young Sangheili broke free from his captor's grip, and lunged at him. He felt a sharp pain on the back of his head, and blacked out.
The surface of Suban was uninhabited, and its atmosphere was devoid of oxygen or nitrogen. The only ones whom lived on it were the acidic reptiles that burrowed deep underground. It was rare to see one at all, even if one spent most of his time on it. Nonetheless, the dropship had to put down or else it would remain dead in space.
Fira 'Demal stared at the unwelcoming moon, and turned back. "We cannot leave the ship without a source of breathable air."
"I have kept extra environment suits in a hiding place during our last training session here," said a recruit named Warra 'Mantakr. "It will not be difficult for me to find them again."
Fira smiled. He had trained with Warra before, and took a liking to him. The recruit was always two steps ahead, and although Fira doubted he foresaw the Jiralhanae's plot, he was glad the recruit had supplies on backup.
"Very well," he said. "Tell the pilot where it is, and we shall land there."
"Hurry," the pilot, 'Tullum said. "This dropship will not remain airborne much longer."
Warra examined the land patters displayed on the cockpit viewscreen thoughtfully. "Turn the ship that way," he said, pointing at the screen. "and fly slowly."
Fira looked at the screen as well, and recognized the patterns. They were currently over a series of gorges, but would soon approach a series of hollow caves.
Something was flashing on the dropship's panel. "The anti-gravity propulsors are failing," 'Tullum said with a hint of worry in his voice. "I will divert energy from the plasma turret's power cells to keep it activated."
After several long minutes of flying, Warra said, "There, put us down in that crescent-shaped cave."
Fira just noticed how many more alarms and warnings were flashing on the panels. 'Tullum turned the dropship down towards the ground. He cut the speed as they got closer, although Fira could tell it wasn't enough. The pilot pulled the bow upward at the last moment, making a jarring but not too hard landing.
Warra approached the hatch. "I will find the suits."
"Good luck," Fira said. Sangheili could breathe maybe little more than a subunit in the atmosphere. He noticed that the dropship's other hatch was broken, letting the foul air in slowly. "And hurry."
Autel regained consciousness, and was staring at a metal grey wall. He sat up, and realized that it was the ceiling to a brig cell.
"You are awake," said 'Sraomee, who was next to him. Autel looked up at him and noticed that they were both in the same cell. "You are lucky to be alive. The Jiralhanae wanted to execute you for attempting to kill the Prophet of Regret." 'Sraomee tried to smile, but it was strained.
Autel walked over to the end of the cell, and examined it. They were metal bars, not the plasma cell walls found in the brigs of Covenant ships. High Charity was a very old city, and replacing the brig designs had never been the Prophets' highest concern.
The young Sangheili looked out through the bars. There were five other cells, each with a Sangheili inside them. There was also a narrow hallway, and a slanted ramp that extended out of the brig. Three Kig-Yar, a single Jiralhanae, and four Unggoy patrolled the brig, two of which were on sleeping shifts.
Autel turned back to 'Sraomee, and said quietly, "There is something I have wanted to ask you."
The soldier sat down upon the cold floor. "I am listening."
"I remember you were part of a Special Operations caste. The Prophets would not have agreed to have you taken off combat to guard Stoic Courier merely out of loyalty to your superior officer, especially due to his reason of reassignment."
'Sraomee was silent for a moment. Finally, he said, "I shall confide something to you that very few know about. Field Master 'Noromee is the only other person to know." He hesitated, and said, "I feel that I cannot fight the humans."
Autel was surprised. "But you have been a great asset to the Covenant. Your campaigns have been glorious and successful."
'Sraomee shook his head. "But that is why I cannot do it. I have fought them, and I know so much about them. While they may lack our physical abilities and martial prowess, but their audacity and resolve is strong. Perhaps stronger than our own."
Autel remembered the Spartan, Randall. "I know what you mean."
"So I requested a reassignment to Special Operations Commander Rtas 'Vadumee, and he agreed." 'Sraomee finished, and sighed. "Now it seems we have a new enemy to fight."
Autel's fists tightened. "Not a new one. One who were pretending to stand beside us when they were hiding behind us, looking for an opportunity. And an old one who we had fought long ago but decided to form a Covenant." He sat down as well, and said in an undertone, "We need to escape."
"Any ideas?" 'Sraomee asked quietly. The young Sangheili thought for a moment, and remembered something. "When that human was brought to the arena he let the Hunters' weapons melt a support column."
"But the Jiralhanae confiscated our weapons when we were brought here," the soldier said. Autel looked around the small cell, looking for something, anything that could break the bars. There was none.
Autel gripped the bars, feeling the metal between his long fingers. They were too hard to break. As he let go, he felt something scrape the bar. Looking down at his hands, he realized he was still wearing the ring the Seer had given him. Keep it with you at all times, Thel 'Vadamee had advised, The Seer has reasons for placing that in your possession. Autel looked into the energy stasis field on the ring, as if trying to find a solution in its unshaped...plasma?
Autel looked up sharply, and felt the bars again. Turning back to 'Sraomee, he said, "I have a plan."
Chapter 7: Retaliation
|Time 19:03:11 (Accuracy 1/10 to that of Forerunner), tenth sunrise shift of the twenty-sixth month (Sanghelios Time Unit), 9th Age of Reclamation (Covenant Time Unit, based on Forerunner Time Unit)
Location: Covenant DX-class dropship, planet Sanghelios
|1200 Hours, September 18, 2552 (UNSC Military Calendar)
Fira looked over the supplies Warra had retrieved. Ten environment suits, an oxygen recharge tank, two days' worth of preserved food and water, first aid and repair kits, a dozen weapons, and extra ammunition and plasma batteries.
"Would the trainers not have noticed the missing supplies?" he asked. Warra clicked his mandibles.
The two Sangheili picked up some tools and exited the dropship. The recruits were all in environment suits and were helping 'Tullum with repairs.
The pilot pulled out the turret's drained battery, sending sparks flying to the ground. He looked inside at the melted plasma coils and winced at the sight of it.
"How are the repairs?" Fira asked, passing him a pressurized torch.
"Not so well," 'Tullum said, holding the torch to the coils to separate them from the turret. "When we are done we can make a short flight. But we cannot fire the turret, or operate the transmitter."
"'Tullum!" one of the recruits called, "I have enough plasma batteries to bring the starboard hatch controls back online."
"Leave it," 'Tullum said, "save the batteries for the navigation console." The pilot sighed. "I do not know what we are to do even if we repair the dropship. There is nowhere to go."
Fira nodded, going back into the dropship for more repairs. He was thinking of a plan for a while, but did not tell his fellow recruits yet. He still had a few things to think over.
Autel hit the bars hard with his forearm. The Jiralhanae growled in surprise, and the two sleeping Unggoy awoke with startled yelps. The young Sangheili hit it again, roaring in frustration.
"What do you think you are doing?" snarled the Brute, running over to his cell.
"Dishonourable Heretic!" Autel roared at him, smashing the bar with his fist. "Let me out!"
"Sangheili going insane," giggled one of the Unggoy nervously. "He losing his mind."
"You shall lose your head when I am through with you!" He hit the bars repetitively, emphasizing his words.
"Calm yourself, Autel," 'Pyronee, who was in the opposite cell, stood up in alarm. "It will do no good to become blinded by rage."
"Shut your jaws!" Autel snapped at the pilot, banging his fist again at the bars. He turned, buried his face in his hands, and faked a sob. He looked at the ring. The stasis field was weakening. Walking to the end of the cell, he casually slipped the ring into his palm, careful not to touch the small dome of energy.
The Jiralhanae was still standing in front of the bars. He laughed. "You are going insane, Sangheili. But you cannot hope to escape. The Prophets—"
Autel spun around and flung the ring at the base of the bars. The stasis field broke, splashing a surprisingly large amount of compressed plasma all over the metal. The Jiralhanae screamed as the fluid burned the fur on his legs.
The young Sangheili leaped forward, grabbing one of the weakened bars and pulled. It ripped free, allowing him space to jump out of the cell. Wielding the bar, he swung it hard at the Jiralhanae and cracked his skull.
The Kig-Yar and Unggoy stared in surprise for a moment, but then they recovered and levelled their weapons. Autel had pried the crimson plasma rifle from the Jiralhanae's fingers and cut down the Unggoy.
'Sraomee had grabbed one of the bars and flung it through a Kig-Yar's chest. He picked up a Needle pistol and shot the other two.
There was silence. Finally, 'Pyronee laughed and said, "Well done! That was a brilliant plan. I was worried you really were going insane, Autel." 'Sraomee unlocked the cell walls, and said, "We must hurry before the sentries are switched, and we were not very silent." As everyone took weapons off the guards, he asked, "Do you have another plan?"
Autel was surprised that the soldier had asked him. But he knew that 'Sraomee was not much older than him, and replied, "We now know that we cannot trust the San'Shyuum to what the Jiralhanae have done."
"Perhaps it is only the Prophet of Regret who knows of this plan," 'Sraomee said. "We could inform the Prophets of Truth and Mercy of what has happened."
"I do not wish to take that chance right now," Autel said. "We should find Sangheili who are willing to aid us. The Councillors, for example."
The soldier nodded. "Very well. But Regret said that the Councillors are not present."
"He could have lied," Autel said.
"There would have been no need. He would not have expected us to escape," 'Sraomee pointed out. "At any rate, we should not remain at High Charity any longer than necessary. We should take a dropship to Sanghelios and find help."
"That will take too long. Some will not believe us. In fact, we could be accused of heresy. We cannot find a stranger for aid."
"So what do you suggest?"
"Supreme Commander Thel 'Vadamee," Autel said. He understood why Thel and the Seer had told him those things now. Perhaps the Supreme Commander had been betrayed at some point in his life by someone in the Covenant.
The others stared at him. He said, "I know the Supreme Commander, he will believe us. If we take a corvette and find him, this treachery could be won over."
They were still silent. Finally, 'Pyronee said, "I agree. But how do we find him?"
"I know someone who could tell us," 'Sraomee said. "Commander Rtas 'Vadumee. Regret said that the Special Operations unit was still here, so we can ask him."
"Then we must be careful," Autel said. "We do not wish for the Jiralhanae to find us."
'Sraomee nodded, and led the way out of the brig, Needle pistol ready. Autel checked his plasma rifle and followed.
Warra placed a fresh plasma battery into the oxygen recharge tank to keep it working. As the repairs were finally done, the recruits gathered inside the dropship, and 'Tullum closed the single working hatch. He sat down in the pilot's seat and said, "The dropship is now operational in all critical parts and can fly for five subunits. Does anyone have a plan?"
Fira had thought it out already, and said, "We can return to Stoic Courier."
The recruits looked rather alarmed. However, Warra said, "Continue."
"It is our only option. There is nowhere else to go close enough for the dropship to get to. If we remain discreet, we can find transport, free the prisoners, and inform High Charity of what the Jiralhanae have done."
"It is very risky," Warra said. "But I see no other option."
"I concur," 'Tullum said. "Very well. Seat yourselves. It is time to exact revenge upon the Jiralhanae."
As the recruits strapped themselves in, and the pilot activated the dropship's anti-gravity propellers and took off, Fira hoped his plan would work. If Autel was still in the city, he would find him. Then, the Jiralhanae would pay. All of them.
Despite Autel's attempts to remain undetected as they moved throughout High Charity, the makeshift Sangheili squad still ran into Jiralhanae several times, many of which ended in noisy and bloody ways. Finally, as they stepped out from a gravity lift and into a hallway, 'Sraomee said, "Special Operations. We have made it." He stepped towards the door, and the Sangheili stepped inside. Instantly a dozen weapons were trained on them.
"Stand down!" barked a voice. "They are allies!" The weapons were lowered, and a Sangheili wearing the black armour of a Special Operations Officer approached them. He looked them over, and gave a look of recognition when he saw the soldier. "N'tho 'Sraomee," he chuckled softly, "have you decided to rejoin us on the battlefield at last?"
"Sesa 'Refumee. It is good to see you again," 'Sraomee said, although he did not smile. "We must speak. Time is short."
The officer's expression grew serious. "Of course. Forgive the cold greeting, we have heard of some commotion elsewhere in High Charity. Do not tell me you were involved?"
"Unfortunately," 'Sraomee said. "And it gets worse." He told 'Refumee what had happened since the attack on Stoic Courier, with Autel and the others filling in the parts he did not see.
"And the Prophet of Regret himself locked us up, announcing that we were not meant to walk the Path," the young soldier concluded. "It is heresy."
'Refumee frowned, thinking deeply. "It is indeed. And from the Prophet himself. I never would have thought..." he turned to Autel. "You say there are Sangheili still imprisoned at the city?"
"If they are still alive, Excellency," he replied. The officer laughed.
"This is not a time for formality, young one," he said, "this is a time for action. We must free them, of course, but I must also inform the Commander."
"Where is the Commander?" 'Sraomee asked.
"He is investigating the disappearance of an agricultural support ship. I had remained behind with a unit. Now, a plan." 'Refumee invited the Sangheili to sit down at a large table.
"The Stoic Courier is currently orbiting Suban on its far side, forty-thousand feet above the ground. One team must get aboard, free the surviving Sangheili, and eliminate the Jiralhanae forces."
"And the other?" 'Sraomee asked.
"We will need to find additional reinforcements," 'Refumee said. "Most Sangheili are at the human planet called Reach, completing its decimation. We will find help there."
The officer reached for a large device and turned it on. "We will see if any transmissions were sent here recently."
The device was a long-range transmitter. There were very few in the Covenant due to their difficulty to create, even for a Huragok engineer. Some were found on capital ships, used for emergencies, and High Charity had several given only to those whom needed it. The Prophets had one, as did the Council, and of course, Special Operations. 'Refumee adjusted it, listening intently.
"...our plan is sure to work, it will be over quickly. Sacrifice for the destruction of the heretics, and for the Journey!...we will burn their demons from the sky, and they will fall!...the human cruiser has destroyed one of our flagships, deal with it!...their orbital guns will not stand much longer, we are closing in on them...Rejoice, brothers! The battle is won! The human planet lies in ruins, and we will soon find the artifact. The Supreme Commander gives chase to the only surviving human ship..." 'Refumee turned back to them. "We are to find the Supreme Commander, and he can help us destroy these Brutes."
The device was transmitting another message. "This is Commander Rtas 'Vadumee, to High Charity Special Operations unit. This message has been encrypted to high priority.
I have met with Supreme Commander Thel 'Vadamee in the Threshold system. A human force has arrived and will be eliminated immediately. We have discovered a holy Forerunner world — one of the seven Halo rings! Report this message to the Hierarchs immediately, we require all forces to defend the Halo! This is our Path to the Great Journey, Sangheili! Do not squander it!"
All the Sangheili in the room began to become excited. A Halo ring! The Promise of the Journey was upon them! They began to speak to each other of the possibilities of the ascension. 'Refumee stood up and gestured for silence.
"This is a secret we must keep to ourselves," he announced. Silence was immediate.
"We cannot tell the Prophets of this, as we are not sure of their intentions yet," the officer continued. "Once we have solved this problem, we can seek out the Journey."
Some of the Sangheili balked. Put the Great Journey aside? It was heresy to think about it.
"I know this is a difficult decision to make," 'Refumee said, "but I ask you for a little more of your patience. This could make a great difference in our part to Walk the Path!" The Sangheili finally settled down.
"Thank you. Now, the graduates will need proper armour for combat. Then we will begin."
The Sangheili exited the room and returned a few moments later with half a dozen sets of dark blue armour. As Autel accepted one with a word of thanks, and put it over his tattered and bloodied uniform. When the others were finished changing, 'Refumee said, "You are now officially considered warriors of the Covenant. Normally there would be a ceremony, but under the circumstances, we will have to accept you into Special Operations immediately. You have certainly proved yourselves." A second Sangheili approached them with a cart full of weapons. Autel slung a Carbine across his back and strapped a Plasma Rifle to his side, discarding the nearly depleted crimson one. As 'Refumee prepared the others to leave the operations centre, a group of Jiralhanae entered. Autel almost reacted, but realized that they did not recognize him or the others due to their new armour.
"Can we help you?" 'Refumee asked, stepping forward.
"You have received a transmission from the Sangheili Commander of Special Operations," the pack leader said, stating it as if it was a fact and not a question.
"If I had received said transmission, which I am not confirming or denying," the officer replied, "I do not have to disclose such information to those who do not have the proper authorization."
"The Prophets demand to see it," the Jiralhanae growled.
"If the Hierarchs require something from Special Operations, they would inform me," 'Refumee continued in the same smooth voice, "and if not, and I feel that it is of their concern, I would ensure that they receive it."
The Jiralhanae was running out of patience. "Search the room," he ordered one of his minors. Two Sangheili stepped in front of them.
"I cannot allow you to do that," 'Refumee said, "and if you insist on doing so, I may resort to other means to stop you." He and the Jiralhanae glared at each other for several moments. Finally, the major looked away, and left with his minors. The doors closed behind them.
"Whether he was ordered by the Prophets or not, we must hurry," 'Refumee said, taking two Plasma Rifles in his hands. "We can find ships in the main hangar, and we should leave before they realize it." As the group exited the operations centre, and the officer locked the door, he said, "Engage active camouflage." 'Sraomee, 'Pyronee, 'Refumee and his subordinates immediately faded to near invisibility, but it took Autel and the others a moment to do likewise. Finally, the last Sangheili disappeared into a blur, the group began to move.
"Stay scattered," 'Refumee ordered, "If we remain clustered, someone will see us." The Sangheili obliged, and they moved silently through the city. Once or twice, an Unggoy would pause as if he heard the sound of hooves or see a slight blur in the air. But before they could look again, the blur would be gone.
They reached the main hangar bay, a massive room where the smaller Covenant ships could fit inside. 'Refumee indicated a nearby pair of corvettes on their HUDs, and split the Sangheili into two teams.
"I will free the Sangheili at Stoic Courier," he said, "the other team will head for Threshold."
Autel noticed that he was on the second team, and felt slightly torn. He wanted to find Fira and the Sangheili whom he had trained with for so long, but trusted 'Refumee and knew that there had to be someone of appropriate rank at the renegade city. As he entered the corvette's open hatch with the others, checked to make sure it was unoccupied, and deactivated his camouflage. "We should ready ourselves," he said, "as soon as we activate the engines, they will be onto us," he indicated the Jiralhanae patrols in the hangar.
'Pyronee took the pilot's seat, and 'Sraomee took operated at the weapons console. Autel sat in the copilot seat, checking on the systems. The recruits—no, graduates, took various positions in the cockpit.
"Autel, close the hatches," 'Pyronee said. He obliged, watching the startled Jiralhanae run towards the ship. The pilot activated the engines, and the corvette beside them did the same.
|The interior of the Honourable Intentions.
"May fortune be with you," 'Refumee said over the speakers, "If all goes well, we shall meet in the Threshold system when this is over."
Alarms rang throughout the hangar. The doors began to close slowly, but the two ships managed to escape. 'Refumee's corvette headed for Suban, and a Jiralhanae frigate managed to give chase. Autel knew that the smaller ship would be no match for it. As 'Pyronee charged the Slipstream space engines, the young Sangheili said, "We must divert them away from 'Refumee. I have an idea. Alter your course to intercept the frigate's bow, and prepare to fire the Slipstream engines."
'Pyronee nodded, turning the corvette towards it. The corvette flew towards the frigate's nose from the side, Autel shouted, "Now!" 'Pyronee fired the engines.
Covenant ships entered the slipstream by manipulating the space around them, just enough to squeeze their ships in to use minimal power. The corvette's lights dimmed as Sangheili pilot opened a slipstream rift large enough to fit more than two corvettes; certainly enough to fit a frigate. As both ships were pulled into the hole, the space around them dissolved. Autel sighed and leaned back in his seat.
"A good plan," 'Sraomee said. "I would bet 'Refumee is impressed."
"Yes, but now there is a frigate ready to destroy our ship as soon as we enter normal space," 'Pyronee said.
"Do not worry," Autel said. "I know someone who can deal with them."