Elite Alliance Dreadnaught Battle Cruiser Rivalry
The Rivalry drifted slowly through the silent vacuum of space, tailed by the two other Dreadnaughts and the rest of the Elite Alliance fleet.
Truth's ship had been spotted, accompanied by an enormous armada. It was time to take revenge.
In the massive armory of the ship, Elite Rangers were putting on their space suits and grabbing their plasma rifles, carbines, energy swords, grenades, whatever. They put on their jetpacks and left for the hangar. The ground soldiers checked grenades, tweaked weapon batteries, and grabbed fuel cells for carbines. The Arbiter checked his grenades, and held his carbine to his chest.
"This war will be over today, whether we win or lose." Zagreb said, his plasma rifles held in excellent dual-wielding posture.
"Yes...but today, the truth will be exposed to the fools who follow the Prophet of Truth...the Brutes think they can wipe us off of the face of the universe, as if we are disposable. But we are not. We shall crush them under our feet." The Arbiter snarled. The soldiers assembled near the boarding pods, ready to attack Truth's ship once all the others were destroyed. Then, the Covenant fleet emerged from slipspace. Truth's carrier was surrounded by thousands of warships.
Bridge on the Rivalry
"Prepare to fire heavy plasma cannons and plasma torpedoes. Hit the weakest group of ships surrounding Truth's carrier. We'll punch a hole right through them." The Spec.Ops Commander, Half Jaw, barked at a crewman.30 seconds later, a volley of red torpedoes and several beams of blue plasma shot out at the Covenant fleet, striking the weakest group of ships. There were explosions everywhere, and when one ship exploded, the other was engulfed in the blast.
"Excellent. Fire again, this time at some battleships." Half Jaw grinned as best as a Sangheili with two mandibles missing could, and several more blue beams ripped through space and slammed into the side of a Covenant gunship, ripping through its armor. The massive ship rolled over from the force of the plasma beams, like a fish rolls over when it's dead, and it exploded in a flash of light, sending debris everywhere.
Rivalry pod bay
"Brothers..."The Arbiter began.
"The Prophet has tricked those who used to be our comrades into thinking that Halo will burn a path into the Divine Beyond, and The Great Journey will begin. He does not know what the ring is for...the Oracle exposed the truth to us all. It was on that very same day that I hung Tartarus' head around my neck as a trophy...the Prophet's lies are like a veil of shadows, blinding our former comrades, keeping them from the truth. Today, my brothers, we lift that veil..." The Arbiter said, raising his carbine high into the air. All the Elites, Grunts, and Hunters around him roared loudly, lifting their weapons up into the air as high as they could.
The Arbiter stepped inside the boarding pod with his soldiers, and there was a jolt as it was jettisoned towards Truth's ship.
They were soon forced forwards into the meditation chamber of Truth's ship. Many Brutes jumped to their feet, but some were shot dead before they got up.
The Arbiter raised his carbine to his eye and fired at a Jackal, who raised his shield and began to fire through the notch in the design. The Arbiter swiftly shot through the notch, and blew off the Jackal's hand. It wailed in pain and stumbled backwards, and the Arbiter sent a searing green bolt of energy through its head, killing it immediately.
Zagreb raised his plasma rifles level with a Brute's chest, and let a withering hail of plasma bolts rip through its muscles. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, and the Brute collapsed to the ground, twitching in its final movements.
The soldiers began to pepper the enemy with grenades, and explosions of blue plasma were going off everywhere. The Arbiter ducked as a flurry of red plasma whizzed past his head. He rolled out of the way of a plasma grenade, and fired at a Brute's skullcap. The helmet it was wearing was blown off its head, and the shot emerged out the other side and burned a small hole in the wall. The once pearlescent, sleek, and shiny walls were now steeped in blood and burn marks. Stray bolts of plasma or energy had shot many of the purple, pulsating lights that lined the walls and the doors out. This once peaceful zone was becoming a living hell. Dying soldiers screamed, plasma bolts tore through the air high and low. The Arbiter fired several times at another Brute, striking it in the chest. A fountain of blood spurted from the heavily wounded Brute, and it fell to the ground, its dying scream eventually stopped by the gurgle of blood in its throat. The last Drone finally fell from the ceiling, and the soldiers moved on into the vast hallways of Truth's ship.