[Orcaid123]

As the Gauss warthog decimated the grunts, Roltee stood on the roof, observing as it shot at the grunts. He'd eventualy say; Roltee: These filths... They're smarter than the usual ones. He'd turn around, giving the notion to the other elites on the roof to cloak, and he'd cloak himself as he had given the order. Meanwhile down at the warthog: Robert pulls up his magnum, and shoots some shots at the grunts, managing to kill some of them before they would be completely dead. Robert: There you get, buggers! Meanwhile on a roof, overlooking a somewhat of big plaza: Rah'jesh uncloaks himself, overlooking the plaza below him, he'd fold his arms across his chest, as five phantoms uncloaks and lands in the plaza. Soon, there would come black armoured elites, grunts, even some pair of hunters. One of the phantoms carried a anti aircraft wraith, and as it was placed on the ground. Soon there would be three grunts in the anti aircraft wraith, making it ready to be operational. Rah'jesh decides to speak in the comm, speaking to all units under his command; Rah'jesh: Brothers! Our mission here are to eliminate the filths which have infested this world, cleanse it. You've been divided into three teams; you all know already which team you're in. Two of the teams will continue into the city, and cleanse it from the infidels! The last team will stay here, and protect the wraith as it'll cover us from the filth's aircraft. For the grand journey! As Rah'jesh said the last words, the phantoms flies away, entering cloak, same would 2/3 of the covenant which had landed in the plaze, the rest would take up positions inside buildings, setting up turrets. Rah'jesh steps away from the roof, going down the stairs. He'd speak in the comm, directing it to Roltee; Rah'jesh: Brother Roltee. How does the cleansing fare? Roltee replies: Can't speak, brother! I'll contact you soon enou-... The comm was broken. Then some new voices enters the comm. Grunt voice. Grunt: Ehm, ehm... Shipmaster! Shipmaster! We got incoming aircraft in the air! Will be in range in some moments! Permission to f-fire, Shi-Shipmaster? The grunt speaks in a nervous voice. Rah'jesh: You have my permission to shoot them down. Make every shot count, or there'll be pain. Rah'jesh speaks in a cold voice. Moments later, the anti air wraith iniates to shoot, aiming for incoming vultures.