In deep space, the tides are ushers to fierce session. Though the humanity of an iron reign fought wildly, no amount of experience could prepare them for the zealots who upheld the Covenant. Perhaps, their one mistake, being a force undisputed in an unpredictable galaxy, was standing against an enemy they could predict too well, an enemy willing to drive themselves right into their foes no matter what if it meant killing them. The corpses will calcify in deep space, preserved for all time to come, and so will the dead hulks of their ships. But for those who had faith in a possessive creed, it is not enough to have merely struck down the enemy dreadnought. They know their human foes are still out there, and they will be all the more determined to find them.

And burn them.