In Game: Location: Directly over Challenger Deep. Time & Date: 14:30, 4-3-09. IC: Brtak ?Hadaspree, Sangheili Zealot, commanding third arm of the fleet of Joyous Purification. Currently commanding on site of the fleet's newly constructed recovery installation. The Aquatic Hunters had limited depth capability and had been called back towards the facility by Brtak. It was enough that the human vessel had been sent scurrying away for now, for the installation's shields had been brought on line and further shipments of troops and munitions were being sent towards the largest Island to the northeast. Sangheili Field Master Zogar 'Gaharkee reported the beginning of his second-in-command's journey having begun early. His last act of bravery was noted and placed him on the recipient of honors post humously. Orbital observations had indicated a large flotilla of surface vessals inbound towards the installation's position from an Island off the coast of the largest land mass of the planet. Others were forming up from the northern portion of the same land mass and converging with the first one. Apparently the humans were now talking to one another and becoming more cooperative amongst themselves. Brtak made note of this too. If the humans had in fact settled their own internal squabling, then it was just possble that they might become more of a problem if united...His second signaled him of a status change. "Honored Senior, the claw hoist is being lowered even as we speak towards the target at the bottom." "ETA to the bottom?" asked Brtak. "Two tenths of a cycle so as to avert possible damage to the target's structure, Honored Senior," answered his second, Sullack 'Phercodapackee. Brtak turned to Sullack and gestured his approval. "Well and good. You have the bridge until I return in two tenths of a cycle, signal me if anything outstanding should come up or if either the Prophet of Hope or Field Master 'Gahrkee should contact this station requesting further resources" he announced. "As you wish, Honored Senior," responded his second. Brtak strode off the bridge and headed towards his quarters. Inside he was seething at the joke that this campaign was turning into with the Prophet of Hope micro managing his war efforts against his portion of the planet's surface at the third largest continent. His interferring was only going to serve as time extensions to the humans in their efforts to repell their righteous conquest of this world in their search for more Forerunner artifacts. Surely even the Prophet of Hope could see this. But no the idiot was a blind fool pretending to be one with sight! Not for the first time did he feel like slashing the fool's throat and throwing him out a convenient air lock! At the last intersection Brtak changed course and headed for the exercise area. He was letting the situation get to him. He needed to give vent through exercise. Perhaps a few rounds with the equipment was called for. Yes! that would do nicely...He could pretend that the dummy was the Prophet of Hope, as he slashed and pulverized it. Meanwhile deep down below, a corrupted AI awakened and ran a series of passive local sensor sweeps analizing its surroundings and its environment sounds were occuring from above and it had taken notice of this. 337longsword began bringing the ship back up on line to see what was afoot. It had been a very long time...very long. Tag: Everybody!