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The Death of Brothers Chap 3

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Chapter 3- The Calm Before the Storm


The moment had arrived. The Flames of Truth was positioned over the planet's surface and the ground assault force was prepared. Snaglin walked along the catwalk overlooking ships primary hanger bay. He stared down over the formations of Covenant troops assembled on the hanger deck below him- Unnogy, Shangheili, Kig-Yar and pairs of Mgalekgolo bond brothers. The hundreds of soldiers were organized in orderly rows according to their duties and their ranks.

He knew that many of these fine servants of the Covenant would not survive this encounter, Snaglin had read the reports. The human Spartans were vicious- Spartans had torn through entire battalions of elite Covenant infantry, armored columns of vehicles and even entire Covenant armadas. But he would not fail the Covenant, and he would not fail his brothers.

"Servants of the Covenant. We have been tasked by the highest authority, the Prophet Hierarch's, to eliminate the human weapons that threaten our grand armada. We will launch a ground assault against the human installations. With our powerful weapons we shall smash the human generators and allow our ships to cleanse this planet in the name of the Prophets and the Great Journey" An uproar of yells and growls rose up from the ranks below.

"I am sure that many of you may have heard the stories of the humans 'Demons'. They may have even slain members of your own clans" Upon the mention of the 'Demon' the crowd before him roared in a fit of rage. "There have been reports of the 'Demons' presence on the planet, and we shall have the glory of ridding the galaxy of this filth. Remember your comrades who have fallen at human feet. I offer you the chance to seek your retribution. Fight bravely for the Covenant and the Great Journey"

Another roar rose up from the ranks as every soldier marched towards the fleet of waiting Phantom and Spirit dropships docked all around the hanger bay. Snaglin stepped back from the railing, taking a last glance down at his army, many of these faces he will never see again. He glared at the minor Elite standing next to him "Prepare my Phantom dropship for departure". He walked towards the bulkhead door leading out of the hanger without another word.


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Snaglin stepped into the armory to prepare his arsenal that would serve him in his search for revenge. A range of Covenant weaponry was arranged across the wall. Each weapon, from Plasma Rifles to Swords, was all cleanly polished, their power packs charged to maximum.

Snaglin took a handful of grenades, plasma rifle and some spare charge packs. Snaglin drew his sword from his belt. This was the sword he was given by Zammane, and had fought and trained with it for years. It was his last attachment to his fallen brother. He deactivated the weapon and returned it to his belt. He checked the seals on his armour components, taking a final breath he tensed and relaxed his arms. Ready to begin the operation he strode out of the armory.


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Snaglin walked through the hanger bay filled with Covenant troops and Dropships. He paid little attention to any of the minor Elites who passed him in transit, each laden with an individual arsenal of weapons. He stepped across to the other side of the Hanger bay. Before him lay his personal dropship- it was a standard Phantom dropship but it was equipped with additional armor and an updated head turret, allowing for safer insertion into a hot LZ.

Snaglin walked into the gravity beam, being pulled up into the interior of his dropship. Snaglin noticed Kasovi standing next to him, the remainder of the Phantom's hold full of other Covenant Elites and Grunts.

The dropships hatch slowly hissed closed; the ships interior were suddenly blanketed in a layer of darkness. The interior lights activated and filled the compartment with a faint purple glow. Snaglin glanced into the cockpit as he saw the pilot playing with the controls, launching the ship off of the surface of the hanger bay. The Dropship glided out of the hanger bay of The Flames of Truth, gliding out into the dark blackness of space.

Snaglin glanced out of the windscreen as he saw the hanger move around him. He was thrust back into his seat as the ship darted forward into the dark blackness of space.

He stared at the view screen before him as he saw the devastation in orbit, the crippled hulls of Human and Covenant ships moved around each other in some kind of terrible dance of death.

His delicate thoughts were quickly broken as an explosion rocked through the ship. "Ship Master" the pilot called to him. Snaglin stepped into the cockpit. "We are under fire from one of those human ships"

"Do we not have weapons?" Snaglin inquired, frustrated at his defenselessness in space.

"I am afraid not enough firepower to fight a Human frigate, no matter how pathetic their technology is" Snaglin clenched his fists, he felt torn. On the one hand a servant of the Covenant never stepped down from a fight, to do so was the highest dishonor, but he and his squad was required on the planet's surface to lead the assault.

"Continue on our present course. Increase power to the shields and engines".

"Yes Ship Master" The Elite pilot returned to his work.

Snaglin stared down towards the planet and watched as his fleet of dropships descended towards the surface. "Incoming projectile!" The pilot yelled frantically. "Brace for impact in nine seconds"

"Can the shields withstand the impact?" Snaglin asked, but he was cut off as another round struck the rear of the ship. The pilot was thrown from his seat as he grabbed onto the control panel for support.

"Status!" Snaglin screamed.

The pilot scrambled back into his seat, he scanned the control panel. "Shields are holding. Primary turret destroyed. Engines, badly damaged". The ship continued to descend towards the surface of Reach, slowly gaining speed as it descended towards. The hull of the craft began to flare white hot as it encountered the resistance of the planets atmosphere. Snaglin scrambled back into the transport bay as he strapped himself into his seat. "Twenty seconds to impact" The pilot spoke over the shipboard speakers Snaglin glanced over the line of elites at his sides. "According to our station! All without exception!" One of the elites began to recite the Covenant oath, the right of passage that every member of the Covenant faced.

"Ten seconds" The pilot called.

"On the blood of our fathers on the blood of our sons we swore to uphold the Covenant" Snaglin joined in.

"Even to our dieing breath!" They continued in unison "And continue our march to glorious salvation!" They finished in unison.

The impact finally hit, Snaglins vision darkened. Though pain coursed through his body, he felt at peace. After years of turmoil he was finally about to be reunited with his brothers.
The third chapter is up. Snaglins in a crash on Reach, stay tuned to find out Snaglins fate. I had some writers back up with this one, well see what you think

Chapter 1: [link]

Chapter 2: [link]

Chapter 4: [link]

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I noticed a few typos. Its "Strapped" not "Straped", "Glorious" not "Glourious", and there was another one but I forgot where it as. I only scimmed through as well since Ive read it a fair few times so if you notice any other typos please feel free to note them down on here.

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