Journey of the Graceful Eminence

Rah'mun decided now was the time, it had been roughly one hour and fifty minutes, it was time to go. He gathered his equipment and walked briskly to the Hanger. After looking for where his unit was, he quickly moved to his Phantom.
"We finally begin" He muttered to himself, as he held on to the rail along the top. It was time.

Blurry. Everything was a blur, all sound was barely a whisper. Alei propped herself against part of the wreckage, looking at her wounds. She was one of the luckier ones, it seemed. There was a thick, purple substance covering her left side, even leaving a small trail to where she first woke up. The gash was small, but deep. She knew what she had to do, realising she still had her Energy Dagger strapped to her wrist. She activated it after a few tries, it being seemingly damaged. Taking a deep breath, Alei stuck the flat side of her Energy Dagger against her gash. The smell of burning flesh was potent in the air, screams echoing through the wreckage. It felt like an eternity, but eventually the wound was closed. Alei crawled to the deceased Pilot, his body mangled, pulling a bandage from his body. She wrapped it around the wound, hoping it would suffice.

A single Grunt scouted the area around her, looking for survivors. It turned it's back to Alei, not yet noticing her. With a flick of her hand, the Grunt lay dead on the ground, pistol in hand. Alei snatched it from the body, rising from the ground. She had a new goal now; find Vaht, or any other survivors, and dispatch of any petty covenant forces in her way.

Vaht was flung outside the Phantom when it crash landed, and fell unconscious like most of his team. The Field Marshal was out for a few minutes, and when he came to, he crept outside, and checked on Vaht. Vaht awoke, and reached for his rifle.

"Zealot Vaht, it is fine. You are fine. Your rifle should be around the site of landing. Since you are the only one conscious, I need you to provide backup in checking the Canyon."

Vaht nodded, and got up, and looked around for his rifle. It was located inside, Vaht grabbed it, and looked at Alei. Her side was bleeding profusely, and as he didn't want her to make much noise, he put some pressure on it, but had to go when the Field Marshal told him to come. He lightly laid a kiss on her helmet, and walked away with the Marshal.

They were about to come down, when the dropship came by. Even though they were Zealots, they couldn't handle all of them. Then they spotted Rah'mun Killamai. Vaht, being the smallest of the two, slid down the canyon, and stopped next to Rah.

"New one, you must stay with me. Our Field Marshal is up on that canyon."

He checked Rah for injuries, and satisfied that he would live, Vaht pointed at the Field Marshal, then back at the crash site.

"Stay here."

Vaht crept up, further into the canyon, and hid behind a wing of the Phantom. He eyed four grunts, a brute, and two jackals. The grunts stayed close to the brute, and Vaht used the only plasma grenade he had on him to throw it at the back of the brute. It stuck, and exploded, killing it, and the grunts. The Field Marshal shot over the shields of it, hitting it in the face, and retracting it's shields, Vaht jumped and pounced on it, stabbing it. The other jackal ran away, and was struck by the beam of the Field Marshal's weapon.

He walked into the Phantom, and looked at Alei, who had cauterised her wound. He sat in front of her.

"Zealot Alei, are you injuries severe?"

Rah'mun watched as Vaht and the Field Marshal took out the covenant squad. He was impressed. After being snapped out of his little moment of awe, he rushed inside to assist in waking up the unconscious Sangheili. A few of them succumbed to their wounds, but majority survived.

He looked to the Field Marshal.
"I am guessing that the other Phantoms would be crashed around the area, shall we go in search for them?" He knew they wouldn't be faring much better.

All the Sangheili gathered together, awaiting the Marshals orders.

Alei lay at the camp, unconscious from both the excruciating pain and blood loss.

Vaht and the Field Marshal, upon completion of a camp, placed an unconscious Alei onto a makeshift bed, and picked up the rest of the crew, and did their best. They'd have to wait for the medic. The SPARTAN of their team was alive, but his armor seemed to be in lockdown. They'd have to wait for other SPARTANs to repair that. A transmittion of mostly static came through on their radio. They couldn't tell much, but made out three words. "Eminence, Contact, and Covenant." It sounded like the Covenant engaged in combat with the Eminence. The supercarrier could fend off a fleet of standard covenant ships, they just had to wait and see if they had anything else up their sleeve.

Rah'mun helped out around the camp. Once it was set up, he found a log to sit on and decided to take a quick nap. He was in need of rest after the crash, and he was within eyesight his fellow Sangheili.

After he felt refreshed. He looked around the camp one last time then strolled over towards the Field Marshal, who was by the radio. There seemed to be trouble with the Graceful Eminence. He approached the Field Marshal.

"Your current orders, sir?"