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Subject: (FF) Kayap: Grunt of Legends [3rd chapter up]

Do you really want to know?

I had made writen a fanfic on this forum months. I didn't have the time to write after posting a few chapters due to school.

Well, Now i'm back to writing my first fanfic. Here's chapter one.

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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 hanger bay called the docks.

As they walked through peeling doors, the vast room that was before them was the docks. Splotches of colors that 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 were the room was almost empty and now the 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.

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


[Edited on 07.11.2011 9:35 PM PDT]

  • 07.02.2011 8:18 PM PDT
Subject: (Rebooted) Kayap: Grunt of Legends [first fanfic]

Do you really want to know?

"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.

  • 07.02.2011 8:20 PM PDT

Do you really want to know?

anyone like this?

  • 07.04.2011 9:01 AM PDT

No u

It seems very detailed. Well written. Keep it up.

  • 07.04.2011 9:05 AM PDT

Am I supposed to write something funny here?

Yeah, looks good.

  • 07.04.2011 11:29 AM PDT

Do you really want to know?

Here you go. Chapter two to quench that grunty thirst of yours.

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Chapter Two

Delta Halo
Sentinel Wall

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

The elite turned to the grunts. It unmistakable that the grunts had saved him, as they had purple blood stains that was splattered on their armor and hands. He turned to the cockpit to see the elite pilot resting. "Pilot!" the spec. ops elite roared. The other elite jumped in his seat and turned to the larger 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 holes that were in the wall. "Excellency, why we no go to bottom?" Kayap bravely asked.

The elite growled inwardly and turned to the little grunt who shook under his glare. "There was no entrance into this great wall, so we made our way. This mission is far too dangerous by yourselves, 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 the defensive units now. No more questions Unggoy!" Kayap backed away.

The Parasite, or Flood, was a spiteful parasitic 'race' that had been 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 even made powerful cringe in fear and disgust at their appearance. They were the nightmares of creations that had come to live.

The grunts grew fear of the task. They had made contact with the Flood before on Alpha Halo. Which were the reasons why they took advantage of the retirement reward for excelling in battle and that they were to go back to manual labor and now they would have to see the demonic beasts again.

The landing wasn't smooth at all. The pilot pains had gone into its extremes and he had slammed himself onto several control panels. Which sent the fairly large Phantom crashing through the hole, ripping up metal plates off the floor as it skidded along. Two ancient metal pillars held still as it tore the Phantom's sides completely off, rendering the troop-ship unable to be used.

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

The black-clad Special Operations elite 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. "Yea! You made that one time was beautiful ship look like giant pile of crap!" Kadab yelped.

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

"Me apologize, Excellency." Kayap and Kadab grumbled in unison.

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. Tiny blue explosions popping around there, every now and then.

"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 black-clad elite 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 had 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 Kayap, startling him. "Fire at the piston."

The grunt rose his plasma pistol and fired at the hologram. It absorbed the plasma fire and 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 square-like hole the piston had blocked.

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

"Unggoy! Jump down and clear out any form of machine or parasite when you reach the bottom."

The grunts leapt down, sliding down the curving tunnel. They were stopped as they hit a short ledge. They jumped off and then it began curving down backwards. They then landed on a surface and saw another piston nearby. They saw little machines zipping around randomly, harmless. 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. The room was much and had a yellow glowing hue that came from the lights. "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. It was eerie and something was not right. Their were dead grunts, brutes, jackals, and even a few elites, all sprawled around the room. Blood was splattered all over the walls, columns, and in crevices at the sides. Black lines were traced upward.

"Enemy! You see? You see?" Kadab exclaimed as he 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 and unfortunately hadn't moved away.

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. Another sentinel had popped out from a bright white hole that was implanted into the wall. The elites fired their plasma rifles at the sentinel as it exited the hole. The group charged through the room, not wanting to spend the time fighting endless amounts of the machines. 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 were 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 metal and glass bridge that ran to what was a yet another piston. The piston was open already, albeit broken as it was in a crooked position. They hopped down and slid down another series of tunnels 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 what sounded like a tiny screech behind the door across the room they entered. It was distanced.

They spotted unoccupied plasma turrets resting on the ground. Several covenant crates were sprawled about. Blood stains marked were the last group had once been.

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

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

The doors started to rattle. Then began to crack and dent. Then it split apart. "Enemy!"

"Fire!"

  • 07.05.2011 5:12 AM PDT

Do you really want to know?

Will put up chapter three soon.

  • 07.05.2011 8:13 PM PDT
Subject: (Rebooted) Kayap: Grunt of Legends [3rd chapter up]

Do you really want to know?

No posted yet. lol. Well, Here's chapter three.

This chapter was recently edited. So, just go over Gamerwhale's comment.

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Chapter Three

Delta Halo
Sentinel Wall Complex

The door had been busted open by a swarm of suicidal bulbous creatures. Their tentacles' on their belly squirming that caused them sway in an unusual way. "Enemy!" Dadab screamed. "Fire!" Kayap exclaimed.

Blue bolts of plasma spurted from the glowing nose of the plasma turrets. The white-hot projectiles impacted explosively on the creatures and other materials as they rained down upon the enemy. Kadab threw a trusty grenade at the oncoming swarm of yellow-green 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.

With an instant the grunts aimed either turrets or hand-based weapons toward the smoky doorway. Then, mangled, ugly bodies of rotten flesh of what used to be living creatures jumped through the cloud and began to charge angrily toward them. The bulbous infection forms spilled out the door like a swarm of angry bees.

As soon as the Flood had appeared through the door, the Unggoy squad began firing their weapons at the unholy beasts. The combat forms were being mowed down by the plasma fire. Eaten 'alive' by the hot plasma. Even then they were slowly coming closer to the group. "There's too many of them!" Kadap screamed over the sound of him firing the turret.

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 plasma-based blade, slicing the form in half without problem.

Kayap was frantically firing his plasma pistol at the little infection forms. But no matter how many he killed, two more would take its place. It then came to mind that he knew if this would keep up then the little monsters that could crawl on the walls would eventually get to them. He looked over at Kadab and demanded grenades. Kadab swiftly passed over his grenades to Kayap.

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

N'jero's eyes widened in surprise. The Unggoy had performed a spectacular job with the explosives. The parasites 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 infection forms as the elites slashed and sliced at the stunned combat forms.

'How did the grunts manage to pull off such a feat. Had the grunt known of the feat he performed?' N'jero questioned in his mind.

The elite looked at the flood wastes and remains as they cut down the final combat form. The elite looked through the door as it was clear. No signs of more parasites. "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 cylindrical and had a hologram of the stars at the ceiling. 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 massive room had housed dozens of dead bodies. As if a massive battle had taken place long ago. Flood and Covenant blood and gore was smeared on the walls and splattered all around the room. The smell was very well above atrocious.

"Excellency expect us to clean entire room? If he do he is not very smart." Kayap growled in annoyance. "What is elite doing now?"

"My brother is calling a nearby Separatist-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. He is merely trying to have you occupied as he communicates with the Field Marshall." The pilot responded to the little grunt with a rare sense of respect.

Kayap looked at the Sangheili. He couldn't believe his ears or eyes or such. The elite had spoke to him without giving a severe 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 plasma weapons quickly and began to slowly back toward the exit. The doors began to dent out and crack.

The doors were penetrated simultaneously by large spikes and were pulled inward. One large creature walked out of each door. One rose its one massive arm and roared. Little infection forms piled out with combat forms behind them. Even the grunts knew that the odds of surviving this wave was extremely 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! Grenades!"

Kadab tossed his whole stash of grenades to Kayap.

"Where elite?" Popad asked. His answer was clear as he looked a mass of parasites.

The pilot had decided that he was going to fight off the Flood by himself. He swung his bright energy sword across the stomach of one of the large monsters, slicing it in half. Then uppercut another. He stomped on the little bulbous creatures and stabbed another combat form. It was a deadly solo that no Flood form seemed to survive as he hacked and slashed through their lines. Then, one of the combat forms managed to jump behind the elite and swung its long deadly tentacles into his back.

The energy shields gave in instantly. The pilot dropped down onto his knees in pain, which was a grave mistake. The elite roared in pain as the infection forms connected themselves into his body and formed a large blob of biomass.

The grunts could only watch the growing blob of the elite in horror. Kayap snapped his attention from the scene and reared up the grenades. He pressed the glowing button on each of the grenades and they began to emit a glow and whined. He threw them with all his might.

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

With a sound of multiple explosions the floor beneath them
rumbled and shook. The sound of groaning metal followed.

It was revealed that the ground they stood on was old and weak through age as the center point of where the grenades landed began to cave in into an abyss. The entire place was shaking itself apart as rocks and large, long pieces of metal were ripped out of the weakened walls.

Kayap pushed his pack brothers through the door as the dropping floor began to cave in even closer toward them. It stopped right at the door and then another sound of groaning ensued. The holograms at the ceiling flickered and then flashed.

The ceiling collapsed and fell with the disappearing floor. Kayap looked down the black hole and looked up. All he saw was flickering lights at the circumference area and the darkened sky. Where few stars could be seen.

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. But even special grunts like this one couldn't do such things.

On the other side of the massive coliseum-like room were dozens of confused Flood trying to find a way to them. Only to fall into the darkness below.

The elite looked down at the grunt. "Flood benign to us now." Kayap panted. The grunt even had some forms of 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 revealed a zealot. The helmet he wore was sleek and ornamental. Blue lights glowed on it and the spike like pauldrons along with some on the body and thighs. He ran through the door with several other elites and a hunter pair. "What has happened?"

"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. "Though it appears that this wall can drop underground."

"Unggoy?" zealot chuckled. "How interesting."
"Apparently this sector is impassable. Even for the Flood. Return to Headquarters, brother, there is a phantom awaiting you and your squad." N'jero turned to see that the Unggoy had been awakened and they were ready for orders that would to be given to them.

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

Kayap and his squad felt overpowered by pride and anxiousness. Their race and them were never given any form of compliments or rewards or the such.

Kayap walked through the ancient metallic doors and found that he was outside, under the great shadow of the massive wall that he looked up at. A great pillar of smoke was coming out from the top of the wall. Where he and his squad had done the damage from.

[Edited on 07.08.2011 5:48 PM PDT]

  • 07.07.2011 4:29 PM PDT
Subject: (Rebooted) Kayap: Grunt of Legends [first fanfic]

Am I supposed to write something funny here?

good stuff.

  • 07.07.2011 5:08 PM PDT

Do you really want to know?

He turned and looked to see that there were two Phantoms hovering above the dead grey ground that they walked on, awaiting them. They marched under and were lifted into the belly by the gravity lift.

Kayap sat down at one end of the Phantom and fell to the overwhelming tiredness and slept against the wall with his comrades as the Phantom flew off to another area of the ring world.

  • 07.08.2011 5:47 PM PDT

Do you really want to know?

hello? Seems dead here.

  • 07.11.2011 9:31 PM PDT

Am I supposed to write something funny here?


Posted by: I IRONMAN I
hello? Seems dead here.

There isn't much replying here. Keep writing.

  • 07.13.2011 12:26 AM PDT