Chapter 3 - The CovenantThe phantoms swarmed over the sky--seeming to block out the very suns that lit their world. Landing in all places and in all direction, not a single brutes' eyes were averted from this spectacle. Slowly starting to gather in one spot, all this species--bloodied and battered--seemed to forget their wars. They forgot their quite useless hate, this new race--these supposed gods to some--were coming. A phantom floated over the Glangorns' encampment; Sangheili descending from its mystical blue aura.
These new creatures--ones unknown to the Jiralhanae--along with other smaller and stranger ones descended from the sky. Almost at once, without a word, an unspoken alliance ever Jiralhanae on this planet--on Doisac--seemed to unite. One of the elites raised its weapon and fired off at the brutes in the clan, them quickly reacting with their own devastating weaponry--metal and plasma shearing over the plain.
It was soon all out war, however it would not last long. Arterus ran forward at an elite in the melee, easily out-powering it and literally using it to beat another elite to death. Grunts running up and blowing themselves up in the fray, brute flesh flying in all directions. Barthius pushed brutes aside and ran up in full armor, literally punching his way viciously through the horde of elites--killing everything in his path.
The Sangheili were not used to the extreme gravity of this planet--the initial force of the Brutes completely overpowering them and ultimately defeating them. However, this was no match. Machines fell from the sky, weird machines with blue aura surrounding them--seeming to deflect whatever the Brutes threw at them. They, the Jiralhanae, came together and fought this new threat. War machines rampaging through the forests and plains--made of crudely configured metal shooting in any other direction--ramming through anything in its path.
Eventually, this defense became all but futile--the overpowering technology of the Covenant and their sheer numbers crushing the Jiralhanae resistance in a matter of days. Many were taken as prisoner--in fact all of them were--only temporarily though. As they were almost completely consumed up into these weird purple machines and into the cruisers in the sky--thinking their death was imminent--if only they knew.
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Arterus was fighting through the fray of elites, all he could and will forever remember was at one point tearing someone apart--literally--and then seeing black. Waking up--in some unknown time later in a strange room--only it wasn't a room--it was a ship. He sat up, looking around curiously as many of these strange beasts held their weapons at him from a distance--obviously scared to get into a melee brawl with this beast--loud growls escaping Arterus' mouth.
"Where am I?!" his voice roared out, seeming to shake the very metal that held the phantom together as it flew up. Other Brutes surround him, looking up at him--quite surprised at Arterus' audacity. He stood up, yelling louder, "Who the f
uck are you?! What do you want from us! Tell me d
amnit!" The elites did not respond, looking at him curiously and shrugging, keeping their guns poised. Arterus sat back down and became silent, growling in discontent--the same growl escaping his brethren. The same 'brethren' whom he would have killed only a day before.
They arrived on the ship, elites waiting along with hunters and jackals patrolling the rafters. They held their beam rifles poised--these new weapons not known to the Jiralhanae--at least THESE ones. This type of technology was known to their ancestors--but they were long but dust into the ground at this point. The brutes--walking out by the thousands onto many ships swarmed into the bays, the cruisers turning and flying off. Only a few remain on Doisac--little to none.
The old way of life is gone. The new is coming--and to them--it's their executions. To the Covenant--it's assimilation.
<<Note before anyone wonders too much: There IS a reason I am consistently switching between referring to the brutes as "Brutes" and "Jiralhanae." An underlying theme, one could say--I'll leave that for you guys to ponder about though ^_^>>
Aloysius:
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