Posted by: BeyondMortality
Posted by: Radishhhh
4 europeans, an american and a japanese person in a game
I was totally expecting a joke out of that.
~Chapter 1: Who needs enemies...~
-November 16, 2552, 1800 hours-
'Methane Dock 16, Level 14-2. Methane Dock 16, Level 14-2. Methane Dock 16, Level 14-2.'
I kept repeating the phrase in my head, taking care to not allow my forgetfulness to get the best of me. I was currently on Level 13-1, it was hard to not know that considering the huge glyph which stated the exact level I was on. I had become very a costumed to the layout of ships, each level separated by a grav lift and a checkpoint. This was supposed to make it harder for human boarders to navigate, but I don't think it works, considering all the stories I've heard of humans taking over ships.
Suddenly, the faint growl of a Jackal reaches my ears. I look around, but seeing only the smooth interior of the hall, I dismiss it as an echo.
Walking down the hallway, I can't help but realize... this part of the ship is empty. Usually a ship would be bustling with activity right before an attack on a human planet, but this ship seemed to either be undermanned, or have everyone at other stations. As I came to the end of the hall way, the door in front of me automatically slid open with an artificial whine. Just beyond the door was a T-junction, with a series of glyphs explaining where each paths lead.
'<- Shield Security Systems, Grav Lift Station ->'
Knowing that going to the security systems wasn't going to get me in the Methane Chamber, I took the right path. It seems I had been wondering this ship for hours, I knew Assault Carriers were large, but The Inevitable Salvation was unbelievably massive, being riddled with several kilometers worth of hallway. I could spend my entire life exploring this ship, and never see half of it. This brought back one thought to my mind: I remember that my mother back on Balaho was a technician. She'd knew the inside of Spirits like they were part of her, she had to. She had worked at a docking bay for them before my siblings an I were born. She taught me everything I know about the insides of ships, and before I was drafted into the military, proudly stated I was more qualified than half of the entire Covenant to fly. Of course, almost every other species believes that we Ugnnoy aren't as great as pilots as they were "meat shields".
I reached the Grav Lift Station, surprised to find no security manning it. On the floor were three rings: One sent a gravity field downwards to level 12, Another was a platform for receiving from level 14, and the other was a gravity filed going up to 14, which is the one I wanted. Just as I'm about to get on, however, I hear that sound again. That weird Jackal laugh, despite the fact that I had seen no Jackals. I look around to make sure I'm not going to get stabbed in the back, and stand on the lift. The platform detects me, and supplies adequate energy to life my 98 pound frame. As I go up the lift, I see a Jackal-shaped shadow manifest in the hallway, but only for a second before I was lifted onto the 14th level.
Now I was nervous. In front of me lay another fork in the road. One lead to the methane chamber, which I immediately ran into, trying to get away from my stalker. However looking down the hall, the door glowed red, indicating it was locked. However, a Hologram Projector had been placed in front of the door. It projected the figure of a rather attractive female Unggoy.
"Please use Service Commons Grav Way, this airlock is disabled due to maintenance," Plainly spoke the hologram, in a sweet , comforting voice.
"Thank, miss.," escaped my lips before I realized that the image would not talk back. Instead it looped the message. I sighed, and decided that stopping by Common to verify my credit would have to be done sooner or later. I turned, remembering that the fork branched through. I walk towards Commons, and as I approach the door, I check my chest pocket. With slight pressure on the top of the armor, a compartment in my glyph-coated chest piece opened, revealing a small purple chip. On it was a picture of a grunt, indicating it was worth 1 credit. This was enough to get a replacement battery for my pistol, if prices were the same as a month ago. I didn't understand the system, but I believe it's simply because Jackals like being able to handle money. It's part of their nature, I guess.
As I stare at the chip, the familiar metallic whine of a door opening is heard, and I close my chest compartment, which when closed the glyphs read out the name "Filif", while still clutching the credit in my hand. As I look up to make sure I don't bump into a Brute(and subsequently get knocked unconscious), I am greeted with a terrifying face, matched with the grotesque hiss of a Jackal. Before I can react, the avian beast grips me by the throat, and loudens it's growl. The orange tank on my back hisses and moans, as the normal supply of methane is cut off.
"What do you waaaant!?" I squeezed out between horrified coughs. I shouldn't have asked, because the angered Kig-Yar then began to spout out unrecognizable gibberish faster than most can think. Seeing the bloodthirsty beak screech in my face, it ignited my primal urge: Run away. Seeing as that was impossible, all my panic seemed to have gone from my legs up. Into my right arm, because in a split second, I had raised my arm, and brought it down upon the jackal's skull. With a shriek, it let go of my neck and held it's head in agony.
For a few seconds I stood there in a panic, unsure of what to do now. Kill the Jackal? Escape? Cal for help? Thoughts raced through my head at lightning speed, but they couldn't come fast enough. The jackal recovered, and looked at me, blood lust in it's eyes.
Now, I had that all important choice, the one that decides every Unggoy's life: Fight or Flight?
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Thanks for the comments. I've never wrote a fanfic before, figured I'd give it a shot, lol.
[Edited on 08.07.2009 12:43 PM PDT]