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Subject: [first Fanfiction] Kayap: Grunt of Legend *Chapter Five up*

Do you really want to know?

My first fanfiction story.

Title may change. If you have a better title(s). Them give suggestions.

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Chapter One

Arrival at Delta Halo
High Charity


Duties upon the planetoid High Charity were simple affairs amongst the Covenant, However, even the easiest of these duties would be utterly taxing to an Unggoy, or otherwise known as grunt. Sadly these grunt only a short five feet compared to other Covenant warriors; with their short stubby legs supporting a rather large, also toned, upper body. They had unusually long forearms and also displayed surprising upper body strength. Sadly they were often slow and often quiet cowardly. Even with everything that was going against they had yet one upper hand; as one grunt would be nothing to fear, they were tenacious and powerful and very well deadly in large groups. With this simple fact, the grunts often traveled in groups of at least four or five. For this the grunt would have a heightened sense of bravery as long as numbers were on their side, but a lone grunt would know his limitations; making a running grunt typical amongst the Covenant.

Deep within the lower levels of High Charity, a pack of five grunts tended to their usual deed that were presented to them. There duties were to repair a failed engine upon a phantom. The phantoms were being loaded with food and supplies that were being sent to cruisers and capital-class ships. This was a typical venture for the younger non-combatant grunts, these duties would help them follow orders and understand discipline.

After hours of back-breaking work of repairing the broken engine they were all looking forward to getting their share of food-nipple and especially at the training rooms. In comparison to manual labor, training was only a simple fare to them.

The pack of grunts waddled through the dimly-lit hallways toward the lower levels of High Charity. They passed by several elites who were displeased for some unknown reason, but the grunts had not bothered to find out for they had learned at a very young age to not to interfere with the elite's affairs.

As they passed by a pair of elites they heard them say, "The brutes have been assigned to copious amounts of ships to command. Now half the fleet is under their control" However, the grunts had one again had paid no mind to them. Though the grunts had gotten a strange feeling in their stomachs, as if a pit had grown there.

The head of the pack was Kayap. He was unlike any Unggoy. He was far too smart for a grunt. He was also curious and rather questions. He would even dare to stretch over his bounds to speak to high-ranking elites. Usually such acts would have resulted in his death, but he managed to survive by stroking the gargantuan ego of the elite.

Kayap strolled down the dimly-lit hall upon his knuckles at the front of the pack. He tiredly lead his pack to the door of the Unggoy Combat Training Room. The edges of the door blinked and it let out a long hum. The door peeled open to reveal the blue energy barrier that held the methane gas in the room. Kayap marched through the barrier as well as the rest of his pack.

Kayap stepped to his locker and pulled out his key. He slid it in and pulled it open. He then tugged the mask and with a hiss it came off his round head. He took in a deep breath as he smelled the sweet smell of the natural methane air. He began to disassemble the rest of his red-colored armor and stuffed it all into the locker in sections and then shut it.

Kayap turned and looked toward the shooting range. He clearly saw that the other grunts were terrible at firing their handguns. Sometimes even completely missing the target before them.

Popad had come up to range were a plasma pistol and a needler was presented. He grabbed the little handgun and aimed and fired rapid bursts. Popad was like any typical grunt, although he was a far better shooter than even an ultra ranked grunt, he was not as intelligent. He looked at the score after his firing. It had read fifteen hits. "Better than the last time." Popad thought to himself.

Kayap furrowed his hairless brows as an elite entered the room. Elites rarely enter the area. Because of this he became alert for any signs of anger in the tall creature. There were numerous reports of dead grunts because the elite had unleashed their rage upon them. The tall figure's armor reflected the lights of the training room and caste a violet hue from its blue shine. "Unggoy, where is the rest of your pack?" the elite held his head high and looked down on the small grunt. Kayap obediently pointed toward the firing range. "Call them in." the elite said deeply yet quietly.

Kayap barked and soon the grunts scurried to him without hesitation. "Who is the eldest?" the elite questioned. "Me." Kayap said lowly. "I suspected." the elite had said.

"You and your pack had shown exceptional performance among the human planet Reach," the elites voice had shown hatred once he had said 'human', "and the first Sacred Ring, for this you will be assigned to the Quarantine Zone."

"Eldest, do you have any concerns? If so I will push on to seek others."

"Me have no concerns, Excellency." Kayap swiftly stated.

"Kayap, we don't know what might happen" Popad spoke out of turn.

"Your pack brother seems to have doubts." the elite stated. "As the elder, you must speak for him, but if he has any form of concerns then it may be best for me to move on and leave you all behind. You must be sure of this decision to join us on this quest."

"We will join mission." Kayap said nonchalantly.

"Very well. Beyond this training room, you will see several of my brothers who are as I, are Special Operations. You will then follow one of them to the docks and you will board a phantom. Dismissed!"

The grunts waddled around the sangheili and to the lockers. They then retrieved their armor and pieced them together to their body.

They soon found themselves walking through the blue energy barrier and marching toward the squad of black-armored Special Operations elites who's armor glistened in the dim light. One of the elites motioned to the grunts to follow.

"Kayap, may I ask him what's happening?" Popad asked quietly. Kayap seemed to hesitate before nodding. "Excellency, what happening?"

"The commander has given order to assign Unggoy squads to the Sacred Ring. You will be assigned to the Quarantine Zone which then you will keep the parasite at bay. Once we arrive more information will be given." the towering elite responded. Satisfied with the given answer, Kayap pushed the younger grunt behind him.

They marched more several minutes, passing snarling and growling brutes and the screeching bird like jackals and insect like drones who hissed, but the elite seemed serene as he passed by them. For at least an hour had they traveled through High Charity's interconnecting tunnels before reaching a massive door that opened before them.

As they walked through peeling doors, the vast room that was before them was the docks. Splotches of colors that were shifting were elites, grunts, jackals, and hunters were spread all around the room. Countless amounts of phantoms and the outdated spirits dropships hovered in the air as far as the eye could see. Lowering and retrieving the food and supplies along with soldiers and exiting through the massive flickering shield doors that separated the cold immense space from the air filled room where they stood.

It was only a few hours ago the docks was almost empty and now it was filled with what could be considered a massive army.

Soon the group raced from the door to a nearby phantom. Soon the elite parted and made way to a gold-armored elite. "Excellency, what is happening? Are we mobilizing?"

The zealot nodded respectably, though he seemed to be in shock. "Yes. I have been notified that the demon has been found on board this holy city. For this I was ordered to gather forces." He seemed extraordinarily tense, gripping his beam rifle as if he was going to fire at the next door that were to open as if the 'demon' was going to enter through it. "The Demon? He's here? Where is he?" the spec. ops elite questioned.

"It was last reported to have interrupted a sermon from the Prophet of Truth." the zealot informed. "Is there anything else I should be aware of?"

"The Prophet of Regret was recently murdered by the Demon as we exited slipspace." the zealot flinched as the sound of a door opened.

"Damnable demon, its blood shall be spilled for these atrocities he has committed." the black-armored elite growled.

"Yes. Also we have been ordered to gather our forces at surrounding hallways..." the zealot suddenly stopped speaking. He was suddenly focused deeply on a squad of elites. "Excellency?" the younger elite snapped the older zealot out of focus.

"I apologize for my sudden stop. But there have been numerous reports of brutal murders. Mostly these murders have been upon us, the sangheili. I suspect the brutes have been behind this. They say they want a first shot at killing the Demon, but I am afraid there is something more to this."

The zealot suddenly roared, "The Demon had managed to live the destruction of the temple and now we must fight against the brutes because of their pride! How can we continue at a time like this?"

The zealot paused his rant and with a heavy sigh, he focused his thoughts.

"Very well brother, continue with your orders. I shall transport any Unggoy packs that arrive." the zealot turned away.

"There still a number of Unggoy squads arriving along with several elites." Just when the zealot was about to respond to the elite, a frightened major elite raced toward them.


[Edited on 04.09.2011 9:01 PM PDT]

  • 03.18.2011 1:59 PM PDT
Subject: [first fanfic/story] Kayap: Grunt of Legend (may change title)

Do you really want to know?

"Excellency! We've have gotten word that the savage brute Tartarus has ordered dozens of brutes to take control of the docks!"

"What! That barbarous animal has no such authority!" the zealot roared. "Dare they are come to take further resources from our proud hands." the younger red-armored elite added as he stood by watching the doors for the brutes' arrival whilst growling.

"Excellency, R'tas Vadumee requires these troops. For sure the brutes will not allow us to disembark." the spec. ops elite spoke up. "Agreed." the zealot nodded.

"Notify all force in this room to take up arms and defend the entrances to this room." the younger elite nodded and ran off toward the command station and then the zealot turned toward the spec. ops elite. "Gather your grunts and get them aboard the phantoms. The other should arrive shortly."

The lesser Sangheili shook his head, "I will stay and help defend this hanger bay 'till they arrive. But, I would sure like to hunt down the Demon"

"No, the commander had given you specific orders. Just as he had given me. We need to send as many forces as we could muster and send them to the Sacred Ring. Although I wish to know what the commander was planning." Just then seven brutes stormed into the docks.

Kayap watched as a squad of Sangheili majors greet them with plasma rifles at hands but in a position where it was non-threatening.

Wars were said to be started with words, but they were never eager to fire the first shots. Numerous Jiralhanae and Sangheili have murdered one another after verbal conflicts, but such is the life as a Covenant warrior; for their bonds were fragile.

Kayap glared at brutes, even he had hated them for their brutality. But he was agitated for the fact he could not hear what was being said. Popad took note that all the elites, hunters, and grunts had also wondered what was being said. The zealot ran and pushed through the elites to see what he could do to stall the brutes.

There was a deathly silence no shouts, no roars, no growling, not any noise. Throughout the wide expanse the brutes and elites were fighting each other, but for the reason of killing the Demon. Though the struggle on the docks would prove the real deciding moment that would spark the Covenant Civil War.

Just then, as Kayap was guiding his pack toward the phantom and its eerie purple glow of the anti-gravity lift, one of the brutes let a terrifying roar and charged at a young warrior. The zealot whipped out his energy sword and squeezed the handle and a double prong sword made up of plasma was formed.

Purple blood spurted as the brute was decapitated. The brutes watched as its head rolled across the metallic floor and then they roared in pure rage and drew out their deadly grenade launching Brute Shots and opened fire. More brutes began to enter the room from all the entrances.

Kayap soon found himself in the middle of a firefight. The jackals in the room changed sides and began firing upon the army in the room. He watched as an elite's body fly into the air. It was the spec. ops elite that had lead them there. "Kayap! Where you going?" Popad grabbed is elder brother's arm with worry. "Elite need help!" Kayap shouted as a grenade exploded near by, propelling a crate into a mass of jackals.

Kayap slid between a hunters heavy metal legs and scurried up to the unconscious elite. Kayap began to worry as he saw dark purple blood seep from the bottom of the elite's chest piece.

Popad ducked as red plasma hissed by his head. He opened his dark orange eyes and saw his older brother waving his arm. Popad barked and growled and soon the rest of the pack went racing across the battlefield.

Kayap saw his pack brother running to him sighed with relief. He turned only for his face to contort into something of fright and hate. He swiftly grabbed the elite's plasma rifle and fired the jackal. Before the plasma bolt could do damage the jackal rose its shield. Then the jackal's shield gave out and it rolled behind a crate.

The jackal looked around the corner only to have a hard, exoskeletal fist connect to its face. With an instant, it was dead. Kayap turned to the elite and barked to his pack.

The pack began to drag the elite's body to the phantom. However, a brute roared about several meters in front of them. The eyes widen as it threw its weapon and dropped down on four and charged at them.

Plasma, grenades, and needles zipped around the battlefield, randomly hitting targets. But when a brute decides to go berserk, then by all means is to run from it as it became many times more dangerous than it already was. But for hunters, one berserk brute was only a nuisance; the charging brute found itself soaring through the air as a hunter swatted him.

Kayap sighed with relief. The eerie purple glow of the gravity-lift neared as they continued to pull the elite. All he want was to escape. He watched the zealot get pummeled by dozens of enraged brutes as he fiercely slashed at them with his energy sword. Soon his strength had diminished and the brutes took the advantage and beat him to death.

The gravity-lift pulled the pack into the phantom and they eagerly dropped the elite. The cockpit was empty. "Kayap, no pilot!" Popad nervously spoke. He was trembling as well as the rest the of the pack.

To their relief an elite floated into the phantom. His blue-armor had black pockmarks spread all across his chest and was bleeding out of his leg. The elite dragged himself into the cockpit without noticing the unconscious elite and the grunts.

Kayap watched the battle through a screen on the wall. It was disappearing from sight as the phantom flew out into the emptiness of space toward the ring world called Halo.

  • 03.18.2011 2:00 PM PDT

Do you really want to know?


Posted by: jon does smuk
I like it. Its interesting to see a storey from a grunts piont of view

Yea, grunts were always one of my favorite covenant species in Halo. So I wrote this. Chapter Two will be here soon(in maybe in one and a half weeks.)

[Edited on 03.18.2011 8:27 PM PDT]

  • 03.18.2011 8:27 PM PDT
Subject: [first Fanfiction] Kayap: Grunt of Legend

Do you really want to know?

Another chapter for you.

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Chapter Two

Delta Halo
Sentinel Wall Complex


Kayap sat uncomfortably as the phantom hovered nearby by the massive sentinel that towered above them. He looked over at the elite they had rescued. The spec. ops elite's eyes snapped open and he roared with unknown rage. The grunts quickly scurried to other side of the phantom and trembled with fear. The elite himself up and scanned the room. He was clearly confused.

The elite turned to the grunts. It was clear that the grunts had saved by seeing purple bloods stains that were on their armor and hands. He turned to the cockpit to see the elite pilot resting. "Pilot!" the spec. ops elite roared. The jumped and turned to the elite. "Excellency!" The pilot was alarmed. "Continue our objective."

The pilot sat and tapped the controls and the phantom ascended to one of the few hole that were in the wall. "Excellency, why we no go to bottom?" Kayap bravely asked.

The elite growled inwardly and turned to little grunt who shook under his glare. "There was no entrance into this great wall, so we made our way. This mission is far to dangerous for you Unggoy. I will be accompanying you and so the pilot." The grunt felt belittled. "Why it too dangerous?"

"The parasite is roaming all corners of this wall. We've been losing communication with multiple squads now. No more questions Unggoy!" Kayap backed away.

The Parasite, or Flood, was a spiteful parasitic 'race' that was around for tens of thousands of years. They were the defilers of all life. Their infectiousness was disturbing. They mutilated and mutated sentient life, turning them into ugly, menacing, bulbous monsters. They made powerful being cringe at their forms. They were the nightmares of creations come to life.

The grunts grew fear of the task. They had made contact with the Flood on the first Halo. The reasons they had retired from war and gone in manual labor and now they would have to see them again.

The landing wasn't smooth at all. The pilot pains had gone into its peak and he had smack some panels. The phantom and slid through the hole and had only stopped because of some of hard, highly durable metal. The sides of the phantom had completely been torn completely off rendering the dropship unable to fly.

The elites and the grunts had piled about coughing and groaning. The pilot seemed to have completely lost his pain. His leg had stopped bleed and was only a visible scar through the ripped suit. The grunts stumbled as they crawled to a covenant methane replenishing machine.

The spec. ops stared at the heap of metal that was resting against the columns and turned to the pilot who was reaching for a carbine. He looked at the tired faces of the grunts who were filling their methane backpacks. "Elite, that was the worst piloting me had ever seen!" Kayap exclaimed.

The elite was just about to go and snapped the little creatures neck when a dark colored arm stopped him. The older elite shook his head to the pilot and turned to Kayap. "Do not disrespect your superiors Unggoy. If you speak to him in that manner again, I will allow him to punish you."

"Me apologize, Excellency." Kayap grumbled.

The black-armored elite turned to a piston in the room. It was square-like and grey like the rest of the metal in the room. Only it had long ovular blue-colored energy pads on each side. "Me have a bad feeling about this." Dadap said worriedly as he stared at the eerily cloudy sky that obscured the sight of the once holy city High Charity.

"You always have bad feeling, you had bad feeling about this morning!" Kadab snapped.

"And I was right! Right?" Dadap retorted. Kadab nodded shamefully, feeling foolish.

"Stop arguing over foolishness Unggoy! We have no time for such." The spec. ops roared.

"Excellency?" Popad squeaked. "What?" the elite clicked his mandibles agitatedly. "What your name?" Popad asked whilst trembling. The elite looked at him and walked away, ignoring his question.

N'jero Vadamee had hated the Unggoy for their foolishness and their immaturity. They no sense of bravery and command. He had killed multiple grunts for breaching his level of anger. But he never enjoyed killing them, unlike his brothers.

Kayap had walked to the piston as soon as the speaking had begun. He stared with wonder. The holographic control was a beautiful turquoise that had kept his mind blank. "Unggoy." N'jero walked behind. "Fire at the piston."

The grunt rose his plasma pistol and fired at the hologram. It absorbed the plasma fire though it began to turn into a red color. The piston let out steam from the corners and pulled up into the ceiling. Kayap barked to catch his pack's attention. The grunts scurried to the hole the piston had blocked.

The pilot looked down, "We jump in?" N'jero nodded.

"Unggoy jump down this hole. Clear out any form of machine or parasite."

The grunts leapt down, sliding down the curving tunnel. They were stopped as they hit a short ledge. They jumped off and then it was curving backwards. They landed then on a surface and saw another piston nearby. They saw little machines zipping around randomly. Overall there were no dangers, yet. "Clear!" Kayap called up the tunnel-like complex.

Kayap and his pack stepped away from the hole in the ceiling. Two elites fell through the hole and caught themselves. Popad ran up to the next piston and fired his plasma pistol at the hologram. It began to turn red and steam hissed through the corners and slid up revealing yet another hole.

The pack jumped through the hole knowing their orders. The tunnel was seemingly shorter than the last and they popped down to yet another room. They look out again. Their was a room and a yellow-color that came from the lights made it glow. Columns and ledges along with the dull grey color that was in the large crevice at the sides. "Clear!" Popad called up. The elites again fell down through.

"Me have real bad feeling about this." Dawjaw squeaked. Kayap slowly walked into the mysterious room. Their were dead grunts, brutes, jackals, and even a few elites. It was eerie and something was not right. Blood was splattered all over the walls. Black lines were traced upward.

"Enemy! You see you see?" Kadab exclaimed as a sighted a large floating machine.

The machine pointed a orange glowing appendage toward them and fired a orange plasma-based beam. The pilot dove as his energy-shields began to drop quickly. The grunts ran behind a metal column. Kayap overcharged his plasma pistol and aimed at the machine. Its blue eye spotted the glowing green of overcharged plasma flying to its direction.

The machine exploded in a ball of flames. "That was easy. Too easy." Popad said.

"More enemy!" Dadap screamed and began firing at the air. A sentinel had popped out from a bright white hole. The elites fired their plasma rifles at the sentinel as it exited the hole. The group charged through the room. There another piston was at the other side.

N'jero fired at hologram and the piston hissed open. They jumped down into yet another room, though larger. They looked into it. There dozens of pillars, ancient metal crates, and a blue energy beam that ran across the area. They saw dead brethren and remains of sentinels along with places they would emerge from.

Kayap sniffed the air. There was something else to it. A stench. Though it smelt distant. They followed the energy beam across a metallic bridge that ran to what was a yet another piston. The piston was open already, albeit broken. They hopped down and slid down a series of tunnel before hitting the metal and glass floor.

The entire group could smell the stench. Their was a light green hue that hung in the air. They heard a minute screech down the hall. It sounded distanced. They spotted unoccupied plasma turret resting on the ground. Several covenant crates were sprawled about.

"Provide support with those plasma turrets Dawjaw and Dadap." Kayap spoke in his native tone.

The little grunts boarded the plasma turret while the surprised elites had loaded or replaced their weapons. Kayap, Popad, and Kadab sat between them.

The doors started to rattle. Then began to crack. Soon it broke apart. "Enemy!"

"Fire!"



[Edited on 03.27.2011 3:59 PM PDT]

  • 03.20.2011 12:51 PM PDT
Subject: [first fanfic/story] Kayap: Grunt of Legend (may change title)

Do you really want to know?

does anyone have interest in my story?

  • 03.22.2011 2:17 PM PDT

GRUNT OF LEGEND

best story name ever lol

  • 03.23.2011 3:39 PM PDT

I'll read it when I get the chance buddy. I have a grunt as the main character in one of my FFs.

I'm writing three chapters at once. Very confusing but effective. It involves Alpha halo.

  • 03.23.2011 6:08 PM PDT

Do you really want to know?


Posted by: The Anti Troller
I'll read it when I get the chance buddy. I have a grunt as the main character in one of my FFs.

I'm writing three chapters at once. Very confusing but effective. It involves Alpha halo.

Read the prologue on 'The Grunts... The Elite... and The Skirmisher.' Its interesting.

  • 03.27.2011 3:58 PM PDT
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I love cookies, and metal.

Its great, keep it up!
Posted by: I IRONMAN I
does anyone have interest in my story?

  • 03.27.2011 7:12 PM PDT

)Noble(

I like it but i'll be honest sorty losing interest as it goes on add some more high stake events or something.

  • 03.28.2011 10:47 PM PDT

If you can read this, that means I'm not a Shaolin monk...

yet.


Posted by: Lancexlink
Its great, keep it up!
Posted by: I IRONMAN I
does anyone have interest in my story?

  • 03.30.2011 10:24 AM PDT

Do you really want to know?

Here's another chapter for you people.

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Chapter Three

Delta Halo
Sentinel Wall Complex


The door had been busted open by a swarm of bulbous creatures. Their tentacles allowed their unusual swaying movement. Little tentacles squirming. "Enemy!" Dadab screamed. "Fire!" Kayap exclaimed.

Blue bolts of plasma spurted from the glowing nose of the plasma turrets. The plasma bolts impacted explosively on the creature and other materials. Kadab threw a trusty grenade at the oncoming swarm of green-yellow creatures. With an explosion, a majority of the creatures had popped and died.

Popad fired his plasma pistol, catching disoriented stragglers. With joy the grunts cried out with victory. Kayap, however, didn't. He heard the heavy footsteps of larger creatures. He barked and growled causing his pack brothers to look toward the door. There were snarls and frightening screams of creatures that were charging to their position.

"Unggoy! Ready your weapons!" N'jero roared.

With an instant the grunts readied either turrets or guns. Then, mangled and ugly bodies of rotten flesh of what used to live jumped through the door and began charging. Soon the bulbous infection form began to spew out.

As soon as the Flood had returned through the door, Dawjaw and Dadap began firing the plasma turrets. The combat forms were being mowed down the plasma fire. Though they were slowly coming closer to the group.
N'jero activated his energy sword and waited for the Flood to come too close. A large elite combat form leapt out his ranks and landed in front of the startled elite. The Sangheili swung his blade, slicing the form in half.

Kayap was frantically firing his plasma pistol. He knew if this kept up then the little monster that could crawl on the walls would eventually get them. He looked over at Kadab who knew what he had to do. Kadab swiftly passed over his grenades to Kayap.

Kayap grabbed two grenades in both hand and activated them. He tossed them both into the Flood's ranks. The grenades did what Kayap wanted them to do.

N'jero eyes widened in surprise. The Unggoy had performed a spectacular job with the explosives. The Flood's forces were divided in half. Confused combat stomped in circles stunned. The little infection forms rolled over one another in confusion.

The grunts picked off confused beasts as the elites stared at the Unggoy in confusion. How did the grunts manage to pull off such a feat. Had the grunt known this?

"Unggoy, lead your pack through the door and dismember any bodies," N'jero looked over at the pilot "go with the Unggoy. Make sure they don't do anything to foil this mission."

The pilot nodded and followed the grunts as they exited through the door.

Kayap was amazed. He was before a massive room. It was circular and had a hologram of the stars at the ceiling of the room. The hologram was roughly three kilometers above them. On the far side of the room was a row of doors. Several were broken apart and others remained.

The outside had housed dozens of dead bodies. Flood gore smeared on the walls. The smell was atrocious.

"Excellency expect us to clean entire room?" Kayap growled in annoyance.

"My brother is calling a nearby Sangheili-controlled base nearby the wall. The original defensive area. But then the brutes betrayed us and with it as our stronghold, they sent out squads of warriors to keep the Flood at bay. Which had not gone as well as expected." The pilot responded to the little grunt with a rare sense of respect.

Kayap looked at the Sangheili. He couldn't believe his ear or eyes or such. The elite had spoke to him without giving a threat.

He paused his thoughts as he watched three doors begin to rattle. Creaking sounds and the noise of metal being stressed ensued.

The elite and grunts raised their weapons while slowly backing toward the door. The began to dent toward them.

The door blasted off its hard hinges. Three large figures walked out. It rose its one massive arm and roared. Little infection forms piled out with combat forms. Even the grunts knew that the odds of winning this wave would be very low. Kayap began to panic as the Flood gradually grew in their sight. Kadab threw a grenade to slow the beasts down.

A plan sparked in Kayap's mind. "Kadab! Grenades!"

Kadab tossed Kayap the plasma grenades.

"Where elite?" Popad asked. His answer was clear.

The pilot had decided that he was going to fight off the Flood. He swung his bright energy sword across the stomach of one of the large monsters, slicing it in half. One of the combat form swung their long deadly tentacles into his back.

The energy shields gave in instant. He roared in pain.

The grunts could only watch the elite in horror as he fell to the Flood. Kayap snapped his attention from the scene reared up the grenades. With a click to grenades began to emit a glow and whined. He threw with all his might.

The grenades flew in separate directions and was followed by more grenades. The first few found themselves in crack while others were scattered about.

With a sound of multiple explosions the floor beneath them groaned and rumbled. The sound bending metal soon followed.

It was revealed that the ground they stood on was both rock and metal as the center point of where the grenades landed began to cave in. Rocks and large, long pieces of metal fell from above.

Kayap pushed his pack brothers through the metallic door as the falling began to catch up to them. It stopped right at the door and then another sound of groaning ensued. The holograms flickered and then failed.

The ceiling collapsed and fell, sandwiching the remaining flood that survived.

N'jero's eyes widened as he saw the events that occurred. 'how did the unggoy manage to perform yet another feat?' N'jero knew that this was no ordinary grunt. No grunt could do such thing.

On the other side of the massive coliseum-like room were dozens of confused Flood trying to find a way to the group. Several hundred meters below were crumbled rock and metal that oozed Flood liquids.

The elite looked down at the grunt. "Flood benign to us now." Kayap panted. The grunt even had some advanced vocabulary. "Yes Unggoy. They pose no threat for now." just when the elite was going to ask the grunt a question, the grunt fell asleep.

The elite growled and turned to the confused Flood who would try to jump to them every now and then. Though they should know they would never make it.

The door behind them opened up and a glowing gold-armored zealot ran through with several other elites and a hunter pair.

"Fire into the pit!" the zealot turned to the hunters and back to N'jero. "What has happened?" the zealot asked.

"The brutes have betrayed us as well as the prophets." N'jero spoke to the zealot respectfully.

"I do know of this information. I want to know what has happened here."

"The Unggoy had managed to open up some sort of sink hole." N'jero walked to the edge and looked up at the hole where he could even see the sky.

"Unggoy?" zealot chuckled. "How interesting."
"Apparently this sector is impassable. Even for the Flood. Return to Headquarters, brother, there is a phantom waiting for you." N'jero turned to see that the Unggoy had awaken and were ready for orders.

"Unggoy follow me, as this sector is now impassable. You've," N'jero stopped, "excelled in performance."

Kayap felt proud and nervous. His race and him were never given any form of compliments or rewards or the such.

The grunt walked threw the ancient metallic doors and found that he was outside, under the shadow of the massive wall. There two phantoms were hovering above the sandy ground. They were sucked up into the belly by the purple and white glow of the gravity lift.

Then he sat and dosed off into sleep against the wall with his comrades and the phantom flew off to another area of the ring world.

  • 03.30.2011 6:52 PM PDT

Not bad,i like it

  • 04.02.2011 5:08 AM PDT

Flood fightin' grunt

this is awesome

  • 04.02.2011 6:57 AM PDT

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Chapter Four

Delta Halo
Nearby Delta Halo's Control Room


Crack!

Kayap's eyes snapped open.
Crack!
Kayap relaxed and listened to the tiny tapping of rain hitting the outer shell of the armor of the phantom.

'Must be a big storm.' Kayap though to himself.

"Popad." Kayap pushed his sleeping brother by the shoulder. "No. Food-nipple. Avalanche. Run." his sleeping brother replied. Another crack of thunder awoke Popad. "Popad?"

"Food-nipple avalanche?" Kayap began to giggle. Popad grinned. He soon joined the giggling which turned to laughter. "Shut up Unggoy!" N'jero roared.

Silence filled the phantom once more. "Where are we Kayap?" Popad spoke in his native tongue. "Somewhere in a storm." Kayap said blandly. Popad turned to his pack-brother with a smirk on his face. "No really?" Popad retorted. Popad and Kayap broke out laughing again.

"Unggoy! Do I have to tear your jaws off to shut you up?" N'jero roared with agitation.

"But really, where are we?"

Kayap rose from his spot and walked to the cockpit. N'jero was piloting. "What Unggoy?" the elite seemed to have sensed his presence.

"Where are we?" Kayap said in a tiny voice.

"What? Speak up." N'jero said calmly. Kayap was bewildered. Usually elites would have ignored a grunt's request. He shook the thought away.

"Where are we?" Kayap repeated in a loud tone.

"Miles away from the control room of this 'Sacred Ring.' I have recently informed that the prophets and the brutes have betrayed. Even the lowly drones and jackals. Even few hunter and some grunts. Few though." The elite said to the grunt.

"Ok. Excellency." Kayap turned and walked from the elite and back to his brother. "We're near some control room thing." Kayap told his tired brother.

"Blasted storm! This weather is interfering with the map and the radar! Unggoy return here!" N'jero roared furiously.

The grunt swiftly ran to the elite. "Yes excellency?"

"I need you to look out through the port-side of this vehicle."

Kayap, without word, ran to the left side of the phantom. The turret began to fold out and he stepped into the flap. He felt scared but it was his current objective. He would complete it. He held onto the turret and looked around. All he saw was grey. "Lower phantom! All me see is clouds!"

The phantom broke through the bottom of the dark clouds and soon he saw where grey-colored mountains with hints of browns and greens.

"Me see land and no enemies and a base. What are they? Elites me hope." Kayap told himself. The phantom continued to drop in altitude. "Kayap, elite say return inside!" Dawjaw cried to his pack-brother due to the howling winds.

Kayap carefully returned to the phantom, soaking wet. He shook his body to get it off. The platform folded up and closed which caused the interior to darken.

"What did you see?" Kadap asked.

"We're flying between mountains. Land is abundant in trees and there is a base." Kayap explained in his native tongue.

Kadap ran off to his brothers to share the news. Popad waddled to his elder pack-brother ",Elite says we're landing in a base. By the looks of it, it is ancient like all the other structures around here on this blasted ring. Elites, hunters, and our kin are fortifying there."

Kayap nodded in acknowledgment and sat down. "When war is over I'll take our race back home. Me here it is abundant in methane. Fresh and clean."

"One day brother. One day." Popad said.

The phantom shuttered and soon the feeling of movement was gone. N'jero stepped out from the cockpit. "Follow Unggoy. We have arrived."

N'jero tapped several holograms on the wall and the circular exited peeled open. The elite and grunts stepped into it and landed on muddy, mossy soil. The air was thick and humid and had an odd smell.

They looked out and saw towering mountains in the south and hill-like land in the north. Though it had some scattered groups of mountainous terrain. Flat lands surrounded the base. Trees covered the land miles out.

Then they looked at their new base. They noted a large tower near the northern portion of the base, along with a blocky buildings in the south, southeast, and eastern areas. Then in the western places were what appeared to be a bunkered area with shade turrets at each corner. Kayap assumed it was the main base.

"Unggoy, come with me." N'jero pointed to Kayap, but, oddly, in a non-threatening way. Kayap was confused.

"Exellency, why you need me?" Kayap bravely asked.

"You know what the deacons are?" Kayap nodded. "You have been promoted to them. Why? You have some knowledge in diplomatics, politics. Although that is what I've heard. But, unlike normal deacons, you are of higher class in a way. For that, you are required to attend meetings, gatherings, even planning for battles. Understood? Good."

Kayap eyes had widen. He had seen deacons before. They were intelligent grunts. They had special talents unlike most of his kin. 'Father would be proud of me.' Kayap thought to himself.

The elite and the grunt traveled through several heavily guarded interconnecting passageways. Soon they reached a hall that had rows of Sangheili honor guards. Indeed this was the command center.

The two passed by them. Their eyes fixed forward. They reached the door that automatically open through clearance.

They saw at least a dozens zealots and a single field marshal. N'jero marched to a floating as too Kayap who found a smaller one. "This is the Unggoy?" the field marshal asked and was answered with a respected nod.

"The brutes have taken control of the northeast, north, and northwest bases. I plan on assaulting the northern base in order to reach the control fastest. However, the base is heavily defended. Also the Arbiter was last seen in the Quarantine Zone to retrieve the index. Sadly Tartarus had gotten to him and assassinated him. The once holy city of High Charity has been contaminated by the parasite hours ago. R'tas Vadamee has created a force to kept this parasite from escaping to other locations." The field marshal continued on the plans of attack after giving the update.

Kayap was in awe. He saw something only lucky grunts would be able to witness. Now he was some sort of figurehead. Kayap began to think hard on plans to go home. "Unggoy, do you understand?" the large elite turned to him, giving a cold stare. Kayap nodded swiftly. "Good."

Kayap followed N'jero through the dark hallways to the bright sun of the outside the awaited them. N'jero dismissed Kayap and then the little grunt scurried away to the methane suite to see his pack brother.

Popad watched the inner door slid open and his brother waddle through and take of his combat armor. Soon he grabbed a plate and squeezed out the food-drink that was the food-nipple and ran to the tables where the rest of his pack was. "What happened?" Popad quickly asked. "Elites promoted me. I'm a 'High' Deacon now."

"How?"

"The elite say we fight and live in many battles. He says I've earned this rank. Also he mentioned something about representing my species. Though, I could have misinterpreted his words." Kayap explained.

"What was that dream about the food-nipple avalanche?" Kayap questioned.

"How about we leave old stuff behind. It was weird and scary." Popad gave the poor description. Kayap nodded.

"Me have dream about an explosion. It was awesome." Kadap piped.

Kayap furrowed his brows at the strange grunt. "You're a pyromaniac you know?" which Kadap quickly nodded at the comment.

An elite who appeared to be wearing an breathing apparatus marched into the grounded methane suite. "Unggoy, you are need at the tower." he pointed to the pack.

Kayap nodded and motioned his pack to follow. They placed and pieced their suits together and marched through the inner door. The room hissed as methane was replaced with oxygen and then the outer doors slid open.

The little grunts marched up the flights of stairs to the main room at the top. The door glowed red and then went blue and opened up to reveal several grunts sitting near plasma turrets along with a few elites who had beam rifles at their sides. Then they saw N'jero holding what looked like binoculars.

N'jero motioned to the grunt who waddled over to him. "Yes excellency?"

"Their had been reports of a gathering of a force three miles north away from the front perimeters. I need you and your pack along with several spec. ops Unggoy scout out the base." N'jero stopped. "You'll head out east and slowly head to the eastern side of this gathering. By the time you reach this particular area, this force will have started to attack this base. If you find any phantoms or banshees, you will return to the base to act as a surprise. Understood?"

Kayap nodded. All this time he was already planning. "You will head off now. You are dismissed."

Kayap marched down the stairs explaining the mission to his pack-brothers.

They saw the squads of spec. ops grunts awaiting orders by the dozen of ghosts. They walked their way to the place calmly. "We ready and awaiting orders, Excellency." the lead grunt had greeted Kayap. "Elites say we have to scout out some gathering place." Kayap said. Kayap told the others to check their equipment before leaving.

N'jero watched the Ghost squadron head eastward and started to make painstakingly slow curves northward 'till they disappeared into the woods. He looked northwards and saw tiny object lift into the air. The tiny objects seemed to move toward the base. N'jero's internal alarms set off which caused him to immediately run down the stairs.

Kayap and his squadron were not even halfway to the enemy base when he spotted what looked like large birds with wings that didn't move. He then knew they were phantoms head off to attack.

  • 04.09.2011 2:08 PM PDT

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N'jero rushed through the doors and spotted several dozen grunt squads who paid no heed to the objects coming to the base. "The enemy are approaching! All hands to battle stations!"

Almost immediately a hundred grunts popped out of nowhere and rush to the armories. Three large wraiths came out from a subterranean vehicle depot. N'jero ran on top of structure and looked through the scoped and watched the objects steadily grow larger.

He turned and saw plasma turrets armed and ready. He looked down at the infantry and saw that they were hiding behind pillars and rubble. Three wraiths were lined up behind cover. Then he saw that the elites had retreated back into main base to allow the Unggoy to do the work for they were nowhere to be seen. The grunts had turrets set up at the windows at windows of the watch tower. Then he saw two hunter pairs eager for bloodshed that was to ensue hidden inside of a darkened structure.

N'jero looked down at the foot of the hill to see phantoms dropping off troops and some vehicles. Including revenants or what grunts called 'mini-wraiths.'

N'jero placed the rifle on his back and pulled out his energy sword.

A small grunt ran up to him. "Elite! Brutes coming!" The grunt walked to his post or rather ran, flailing his arms for some reason.

The large sangheili looked down and indeed they were coming. They had spectors and revenants along with the ground troops that had jackals lined up and the front with their shields up and brutes in the back.

They gave a signal to a grunt who caught it and made a bark. Every living thing in the area ran into the shadows.

J'rarak marched through the rubble with his forces without any confrontation. Jackals had spread out across the area and the platoon of ten brutes scattered in the midday sunlight. J'rarak was to busy to note that a jackal seemingly disappeared into the darkness of a structure and had never returned to the outside.

N'jero had sliced the head off a jackal and made a growling sound. The grunts aimed they're plasma pistols or needlers.

J'rarak roared in rage as a sudden ambush had happened. Jackals screeched in agony as plasma ripped through they're bodies and the brutes exploded in a cloud of pink.

They're attackers were revealed as they marched out from the darkened hall and out in broad daylight. He pulled up his brute shot and fired a deadly grenade at a pack of grunts.

A spector-gunner was fire upon several squads of grunts who were hiding behind rubble until wraith motor fire landed upon it, nearly disintegrating it. A revenant boosted toward N'jero who leapt out the way, causing it to drive into the room where the hunter pairs were. The vehicle flew out the room and rolled toward another structure and exploded in a fiery ball of red and purple.

The hunters charged out and startled several unfortunate brutes who were smashed and trampled. One large brute roared, "Fall back! Fall back!"

The remaining forces hurried out the battle zone. J'rarak had never seen such an ambush happen.

The grunts squealed and made small roars of victory. N'jero knew there were to be another wave. He watched as many phantoms hovered above the ground. Dropping much more forces off along with more vehicles.

This was only some sort of test strike.

  • 04.09.2011 2:08 PM PDT

Do you really want to know?

Chapter Five up. read please.

  • 04.11.2011 2:15 PM PDT