Unknown Space
Unggoy Capital Ship "Righteous Faith"
Life was bustling about aboard the 1.4 km long vessel. It was an usual breed of Covenant-type starship. It referenced the model of the SDV-class heavy corvette heavily, but it several defining features. There was an energy projector turret emplacement that ran about the body of the vessel, represented by glowing cyan lines. It had at least twelve light plasma and four plasma turrets that covered each side of the ship.
The inhabitants of the ship were even more unusual. It was that they were all Unggoy. These were not your average grunt, as well. These grunts held morale equivalent to that of those in the legendary Grunt Rebellion that nearly crippled the old Covenant.
Aboard that ship was a brave 'family' of Unggoy; Kayap, Popad, Dawjaw, Kadab, and Kadap. They incited the independents of the grunts, and proved themselves worthy among some of the Sangheili. One Sangheili had even humbled himself to help the grunts prosper. N'Jero was his name, and he himself had been rescued by the grunts during the Great Schism. Of course, he tended to himself, as any elite would do. Medical personnel were the lowest of their kind, and being operated by one was a worse kind of sin among his kin.
Kayap, the leader of the new Unggoy empire, had always found that sort of thing to be completely strange and unreasonable. He even asked, exasperated by N'Jero, 'What you mean dishonorable? You get healed quicker and you get to go back out a fight again!" N'Jero denied the logic, telling the grunt that he just simply did not understand Sangheili culture. Kadap considered that cultural idea, 'A big pile of dunflap.'
Now, the infamous creatures were now patrolling this sector of space. The rest of their fleet was in another star system awaiting for confirmation that this sector was safe. Of course, Kayap, or rather more Dawjaw's idea of safe was, 'If there enemy ship that we can explode easy, then star system safe.' Kadab couldn't agree more.
"High Deacon! Detecting signal!" a voice squeaked inside the atrium of a bridge. Kayap lifted his resting head and hopped off his anti-gravity chair. N'Jero was not far, and followed the Unggoy to the black-armored communications officer.
"Explain." Kayap simply said, staring at the various glyphs that appeared upon the holographic screen.
"Signal coming off planet. Various types. One forerunner, one human. His designation S-052, Jorge." The grunt said.
"Jorge? Jorge..." Kayap looked out at the stars, with N'Jero watching him think curiously, "Oh... The human who destroyed the... Supercarrier? I think... I think that him."
"...And the forerunner signal seems to be intermingled with a Covenant signal, too. I think it one of Jul's stupids." The grunt spat.
"Well well. It appears that we may have operations at hand, Kayap. What is your plan?" N'Jero crossed his arms, staring at the glyphs.
"We see what's happening." Kayap walked back to his chair and sat upon it, "Navigations, take us to signal. Keep us at distance far as possible, but close enough for a scan."
Unggoy Capital Ship "Righteous Faith"
Life was bustling about aboard the 1.4 km long vessel. It was an usual breed of Covenant-type starship. It referenced the model of the SDV-class heavy corvette heavily, but it several defining features. There was an energy projector turret emplacement that ran about the body of the vessel, represented by glowing cyan lines. It had at least twelve light plasma and four plasma turrets that covered each side of the ship.
The inhabitants of the ship were even more unusual. It was that they were all Unggoy. These were not your average grunt, as well. These grunts held morale equivalent to that of those in the legendary Grunt Rebellion that nearly crippled the old Covenant.
Aboard that ship was a brave 'family' of Unggoy; Kayap, Popad, Dawjaw, Kadab, and Kadap. They incited the independents of the grunts, and proved themselves worthy among some of the Sangheili. One Sangheili had even humbled himself to help the grunts prosper. N'Jero was his name, and he himself had been rescued by the grunts during the Great Schism. Of course, he tended to himself, as any elite would do. Medical personnel were the lowest of their kind, and being operated by one was a worse kind of sin among his kin.
Kayap, the leader of the new Unggoy empire, had always found that sort of thing to be completely strange and unreasonable. He even asked, exasperated by N'Jero, 'What you mean dishonorable? You get healed quicker and you get to go back out a fight again!" N'Jero denied the logic, telling the grunt that he just simply did not understand Sangheili culture. Kadap considered that cultural idea, 'A big pile of dunflap.'
Now, the infamous creatures were now patrolling this sector of space. The rest of their fleet was in another star system awaiting for confirmation that this sector was safe. Of course, Kayap, or rather more Dawjaw's idea of safe was, 'If there enemy ship that we can explode easy, then star system safe.' Kadab couldn't agree more.
"High Deacon! Detecting signal!" a voice squeaked inside the atrium of a bridge. Kayap lifted his resting head and hopped off his anti-gravity chair. N'Jero was not far, and followed the Unggoy to the black-armored communications officer.
"Explain." Kayap simply said, staring at the various glyphs that appeared upon the holographic screen.
"Signal coming off planet. Various types. One forerunner, one human. His designation S-052, Jorge." The grunt said.
"Jorge? Jorge..." Kayap looked out at the stars, with N'Jero watching him think curiously, "Oh... The human who destroyed the... Supercarrier? I think... I think that him."
"...And the forerunner signal seems to be intermingled with a Covenant signal, too. I think it one of Jul's stupids." The grunt spat.
"Well well. It appears that we may have operations at hand, Kayap. What is your plan?" N'Jero crossed his arms, staring at the glyphs.
"We see what's happening." Kayap walked back to his chair and sat upon it, "Navigations, take us to signal. Keep us at distance far as possible, but close enough for a scan."