The Ark -Part 2-Part 2 of 2.More Like This
Now that she had time to think, Iemas natural clock told her body that it was late in the day, but the Ark had no dusk nor dawn, just light. The orb in the sky stayed stationary as it beamed down its bright stream of clear illumination. It almost felt cleansing. She continued her way towards the Brute base, which was now very close, and started to descend in to the canyon, carefully maneuvering the Banshee between the walls. The top of the base was visible; in recognition to how tall it actually was; the pewter material glinting in the sun.
Iema brought the banshee down near the entrance of the bowl where the Forerunner structure stood. The landing place she had picked was near the base of the canyon wall. It curved enough so she could land without notice, but close enough that she could sneak in within her camouflages time limit. The vehicle landed softly on the ground, and Iema jumped out, surveying her surroundings quickly bef
The ArkA warm wind swept up through the valley, bringing forth a fresh smell of blood. Iema Zykur, once a Sangheili Councilor, stood clad in the same armor worn on the day the Schism began. A change for a newly revived Ascetic helm was the one difference as the pearlescent white reflected the dessert landscape around her.More Like This
As she scanned her surroundings, Iema shifted her attention to a downed Jiralhanae phantom. The desert was quiet, but that could always, and had always been deceiving. She activated her Active Camouflage and quietly scouted the area, keeping a finger on her Carbines trigger as she went. After she was semi-sure that there werent any enemies around, Iema carefully stepped over broken pieces of the phantom. No sign of any Unggoy or Jiralhanae were in the phantom, alive that is. A few Unggoy lay sprawled out over the ground in a puddle of blood, evidently killed by the impact. After checking the outside area one more time, she deactivated her camo and stepped inside