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You know that it took me TWO WHOLE MINUTES to understand that line?
I must be insane, suffering from some mental disorder, lol.
Posted by: Rare_Spartan
The tentacle holding Silco turned backward, and the Unggoy asked, "So, you like I Spy?"

  • 09.13.2007 11:33 PM PDT
Subject: Halo: Unggoy Evolved (Fan-Fic; Part Two Begins on Pg. 12)

Bumping to purge spoiler threads

  • 09.14.2007 1:19 AM PDT
Subject: Halo: Unggoy Evolved (Fan-Fic)

Posted by: Sludgee
You know that it took me TWO WHOLE MINUTES to understand that line?
I must be insane, suffering from some mental disorder, lol.
Posted by: Rare_Spartan
The tentacle holding Silco turned backward, and the Unggoy asked, "So, you like I Spy?"

Lawl. Thanks for the feedback, everyone; Chapter 14 should be out, tomorrow.

  • 09.14.2007 5:31 AM PDT

Chapter 14: The Lord Hates a Quitter

When the Grunt Sargeant respawned, he found himself standing in a pool of cold, merky water, surrounded by foliage. However, there was no sign of either of his men.
"Hello?" the Grunt Sargeant shouted, "Is anybody there?"
Just then, another Unggoy-in black-shaded armor-crept from behind the canopy, and said, "Oh, hello, sir! What can I do for ya?"
"Listen, son, you wouldn't happen to have crossed paths with two other grunts a second ago, would ya?" asked the crimson-armored Unggoy.
"Nope. Me all alone. On way to see Prophets! Hope me not get stepped on like grunty brothers!"
"Even better! Mind if I tag along?"
"Me not mind at all!" the grunt cheered, "Was getting lonely anyway."
The Grunt Sargeant nodded, as he and his newfound companion escaped through the nearest opening. From what the Unggoy could see, the ceiling was extremely high, with an enormous opening in the middle of it. Below the white space, however, is what really caught the sargeant's attention, for there stood the tall, angular structure of Dreadnaught- a Forerunner ship. The Grunt Sargeant had made it back to High Charity- to his home, though did not feel as much without the company of his squad.
"What you staring at, grunty brother?" the Unggoy asked, as the Grunt Sargeant stared awe struck toward the ship. He then snapped out of his trance and turned back toward his comrade.
"Oh, it ain't nothin', son! Let's keep movin'."
The two of them pressed onward, until they came to a corridor, with three Brutes marching on the ends.
"Camo time, friend." said the black-armored Unggoy.
"Why?" asked the sargeant.
"Brutes be baddies now. Elites no longer part of Covenant."
"Huh? How in the world did that happen?"
"Me don't know. Shackle read from papers."
The Grunt Sargeant nodded yet again, then activated his camouflage cloak. He and Shackle then waltzed right through the beastly duo, standing just above a gravlift. The two grunts slipped into the small opening, and descended onto a Phantom launch bay. The first thing they noticed, however, were two humans being pushed by Brutes (one of which was holding 343 Guilty Spark) who appeared to be wearing the same attire as the Elite Honor Guards.
"Split them up, one in each Phantom." said Tartarus, who had just walked past the two Unggoy. When they reached the two aircrafts, there were the two, leading Prophets of the Covenant: Truth and Mercy.
Truth held the Sacred Icon before a kneeling Tartarus and said, "The hopes of all the Covenant rest on your shoulders, Chieftain."
"My faith is strong." said the white haired Brute, "I will not fail."
Approaching the small crowd, the black-armored grunt said, "Listen, Sarge, I don't think I've been completely honest with you."
"Whadd'ya talkin' about son, and how do ya know my nickname?"
"It's me. Hackle."
"What?" asked the Grunt Sargeant, "But you can't be Hackle. He's-"
"Yeah, dead! That's exactly what the fellas thought. Now, those Brutes will tear you apart unless you decide to 'em right here, right now. Live or die, Sarge. Make your choice."
"I think the answer's pretty obvious. I don't think I can join y'all, though. As a matter o' fact, you're still part of my squad, remember?"
"Not anymore, I'm not." said Hackle, "I belong to the Covenant. You, my friend, are a heretic. Nice knowin' ya." The black-armored Unggoy took out his fuel rod cannon and pointed it straight toward the Grunt Sargeant. But before he could act, his attention was drawn toward the cries of pain and aggony coming from Mercy. The Prophet was being attacked by a flood infection form, feeding off of the elder's neck. As more of the little blighters arrived, the two, heavily armored Brutes began mowing them down, one by one. Tartarus rushed to Mercy's aid, though quickly halted by Truth.
"Let him be." the Prophet ordered, looking down upon Mercy, "The Great Journey awaits for no one, brother. Not even you."
"Sorry, brother," said Hackle, "But we'll have to settle this another time. See you on Earth!" The grunt winked at his former commander, as he followed the Prophet of Truth onto his Phantom. Within moments, all three of the aircrafts had taken off. There was Truth's, which was heading toward the Forerunner ship. And then there were the two Phantoms holding Sargeant Johnson and Commander Keyes, which were on their way to the Halo construct just outside of the city. The situation was, to say the least, grim.
The Grunt Sargeant rushed toward the Prophet of Mercy, panting heavily.
"Don't just stand there like....like a fool." Mercy coughed, "Help me!"
"Well, I don't think I'll be able to save your life, but I still might be able to help ya out a bit." answered the Grunt Sargeant, who turned toward the Honor Guard pike to his right. The Unggoy used all of his might to pick up the staff like object. He then pushed the less decorative end of the stick onto the infection form, popping it. The Prophet, however, was, as expected, dead.

The Master Chief descended onto the landing pad. As the Demon approached the Grunt Sargeant, he watched the Phantom make its way toward the Dreadnaught. He then turned toward the crimson-armored Unggoy and asked, "That Prophet. Where's he going?"
"From what my friend told me," the Grunt Sargeant replied, suprised that the Demon did not simply shoot him on sight, "They're headin' to your place. Earth, right?"
The familiar hologram of Cortana appeared on the armchair, and said, "That structure at the center of the city. It's a Forerunner ship....and Truth is heading straight for it! If he leads the Covenant fleet to Earth, they won't stand a chance. You have to stop him!"
"That Brute has the index." said the Spartan, "And Miranda and Johnson. He can activate the ring."
"If he does, I'll detonate In Amber Clad's reactor just like we did the Autumn's." replied Cortana, pointing toward the ship impaled within the wall of the city, "The blast will destroy this city and the ring. Not a very original plan, but we know it'll work." The Master Chief reached for her, but stopped when the AI said,
"No. I don't want a chance of remote dotanation. I need to stay here."
Just then, a UNSC Pelican crashed onto the platform, with flood-infected humans rushing out of the fighter.
"I'll find my own way outta here." said the Grunt Sargeant, "I'll meet ya on the ship."
The Chief could not find any words to say to the Unggoy, and therefore simply nodded. The crimson-armored grunt peered toward the other side of the platform. The side that was crawling with parasites. With no other options, the Unggoy activated his "camo", and waltzed through the legion of flood, trying as he might not to bump into any of them. Luckily, being much smaller than each of them, the sargeant was successful, as he entered the one remaining Phantom.
The Unggoy was just about to enter the pilot's seat, but found that it was already accompanied by another grunt- female, with blue-shaded armor.
"Ah, what the hell!?" barked the grunt, "Whadd'ya doin' here, missy?"
"I'm not letting Hackle get away, this time! He's making a big mistake."
"Wait! How do you know about Hackle?"
"Because, I'm his mate." said she. The Grunt Sargeant could not believe his ears. Chrille, Hackle's mate, was last seen giving the former squad member a hug, as he left for the Hunters' homeworld (although that trip was a mistake, entirely). However, the fact that she was still alive to day made absolutely no sense, unless she, too, was exposed to the time shift that led the five grunts to the Pillar of Autumn.
"I'll explain later." said Chrille, blankly, noticing the wide, flabbergasted expression on the Grunt Sargeant's face. And with that, the Phantom took off, and within approximately ten minutes, they arrived at the only visible entrance on the ship's front side. They had arrived just in time, as the doors of the ship were now closing. As the aircraft entered the ship, however, so did the Master Chief. The Spartan soared through the opening, but also crashed onto the backside of the Phantom.
"What the hell!?" exclaimed the Grunt Sargeant, "Did something just hit us?" The two Unggoy entered the ship's gravlift, and descended onto the tube like passageway from within the Dreadnaught. The crimson-armored grunt stared at the flatened Chief, sighing.
"Good lord, where's a clean-up crew when you need one?"

[Edited on 09.16.2007 6:41 PM PDT]

  • 09.15.2007 9:05 PM PDT

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Nice chapter only 1or2 left

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Posted by: sparten110
Nice chapter only 1or2 left


Ohhh . . . Yeah. V.V

  • 09.16.2007 12:11 AM PDT
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yay

  • 09.16.2007 6:51 AM PDT

No soldier should be honored for doing what is expected
of him. He is after all, just doing his job.

Posted by: the green grunt
(|__/) This....This is bunny
(x..X) Keslo Killed it
('') ('') what a nice guy

lol, Hackle's mate.

  • 09.16.2007 12:20 PM PDT
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Posted by: Rare_Spartan
Chapter 14: The Lord Hates a Quitter
Not a very original plan, but we know it'll work." The Master Chief reached for her, but stopped when the AI


Fixed a typo for you. Great chapter BTW

  • 09.16.2007 4:38 PM PDT

Posted by: Dark Spartan117
Posted by: Rare_Spartan
Chapter 14: The Lord Hates a Quitter
Not a very original plan, but we know it'll work." The Master Chief reached for her, but stopped when the AI


Fixed a typo for you. Great chapter BTW
:O

Fix'd. Thanks for that. But yesh, there are only two chapters left of Part 2. Not sure yet as to when the final chapter will be posted, though will certainly be before Halo 3's out.

-Rarez

  • 09.16.2007 6:43 PM PDT
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* epic music plays *

  • 09.17.2007 3:42 PM PDT

Posted by: DeeJ
Why don't you just give me ONE SECOND!

WOOT!

  • 09.19.2007 11:22 AM PDT

"Men cry not for themselves, but their comrades."

"A hero need not speak. When he is gone, the world will speak for him."

I really need to keep reminding myself to read these. They just keep getting better and better! Can't wait to see where it goes! Keep it up!

  • 09.19.2007 1:04 PM PDT

Chapter 15: Wat r teh MAn CaNnOnZ

The Unggoy duo spawned near the edge of a mountainous cliff, with grenades sounding off, up ahead; the sun peaked at the pint-sized misfits through what had been a heavy rain storm. The trees, especially, had succomed to the hurricane wind, either having torn branches, or had simply been reduced to mere stumps.
"So, whadda we do, now?" asked a puzzled Pillow.
"We'll find Tartarus." said Fisca, "We'll find him, and we'll kill him with his own hammer. There might be some balancing issues that need fixing, but I think it'll all work out."
"What about Hackle? Save a T-Bag™ or two for him?"
"Nah," replied Fisca, "I know that, deep down, our squad mate is still there. He just needs to find that part of himself, again."
"But how do you expect us to find 'em?" asked Pillow, "I mean, It's not like we can just-"
Just then, the roar of a Phantom turned their attention east; the aircraft stopped just above a small platform, leading into the sphere-shaped structure of Halo's control room. Not more than five seconds later, the Brute Chieftain descended onto the platform, with the Oracle in his left hand, and his right hand on Commander Keyes' neck. Tartarus and his prisoners marched into the facility, with the doors closing behind them.
"Oh, how convenient!" exclaimed Pillow.
"C'mon." ordered Fisca, "We've gotta find a way inside."
The two grunts continued onward. However, they were quickly halted by a fleet of Unggoy, standing in line for appeared to be a rather small air lift, catapulting one grunt after another onto the platform. Standing next to the lift was an Unggoy with a strangely envious coat of armor: red with white stripes.
The next fellow in line was a jackal, but before he could jump into the lift, the Kig-Yar was stopped by the tip of the grunt's needler.
"Hey, what gives?" squaked the poultry-like soldier.
"Sorry, mate." replied the accented Unggoy, "Grunts only."
"Now, c'mon! I traveled all the way from New Mombasa to get here!"
"Hey, I don't make the rules, I just own the place. Next!" The grunt checked the back of the line, where he saw the only two, black-coated Unggoy in the line. By the bumps in their armor, less stuby feet, and slightly larger eyes, he immediately recognized them; and who else in the Special Operations Division would take part in such a recreational pleasure?
"You two- in the back!" barked the grunt, pointing towards Fisca and Pillow, "Come forward."
The two comrades walked through the line, and towards the uniquely striped Unggoy.
"What makes you think you're welcome here?" the grunt spat.
"Erm, excuse me?"
"Don't play the fool with me, Fisca!" he exclaimed, "XxxPiggybackXxxx is not easily forgiving."
"What the hell are you doing here, and what's with that ridiculous armor color?" said Fisca.
"This," said Piggyback, "Is a one of o' kind, Ring Master plate. Don't judge me, lads. Now, I'm settin' up a respectable buisiness here, and I don't need you two in-"
Just then, a grunt wearing a green coat of armor approached Piggyback.
"Sir, we've got a problem." he panted.
"What is it, Lemming?" Piggyback asked his crony, who was last seen helping his master overthrow the Covenant during a much earlier mission.
"The doors to the facility are locked shut, and we've got some angry grunts up there that are about to get personal."
Piggyback sighed, "Get me a fuel rod cannon."

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Cool.

  • 09.20.2007 2:08 PM PDT

Posted by: Sludgee
Cool.
It is cool, ain't it?

The final chapter will be posted, tomorrow.

-Rarez

  • 09.21.2007 5:27 PM PDT
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Even more coolez.

  • 09.21.2007 10:56 PM PDT

Chapter 16: Checkpoint...Done

After obliterating the sliding doors of Halo's control room, via fuel rod cannon, Piggyback listened, as the two grunts explained their predicament.
".....Which is why we need to use your lift." said Fisca, "Unless, of course, you've got some banshees that we can use."
"Well, I suppose you could. However, it is I who must accompany you, lads." answered Piggyback, who appeared to be much more forgiving than he let on.
"Huh? Why would you wanna tag along?" asked Pillow.
"Those rapscallions are ruining my business!" exclaimed the strangely-armored Unggoy, "I'm going to show each and every one of them exactly what I feel about the whole mess."
Just then, however, five of the dozen Unggoy within the ceased march were flown into a clutter of nearby rocks by what appeared to be an explosive. The three of them looked upward, where a Brute, whome of which was holding a uniquely designed grenade launcher, glared at the crowd below.
"Everyone, into the lift! Now!" shouted Piggyback, as Fisca and Pillow were the first to make their plunge. The other seven Unggoy immediately followed.
Once all of the remaining troops reached the platform, they witnessed several other Jiralhanae racing down the plateuo, and making their way towards the mechanized purpulseifyer.
"We've gotta disable that lift!" exclaimed Fisca, pointing straight at the pack below.
"Don't worry, mate." Piggyback assured, "It ain't called the Grunt Cannon for nothin'."
One by one, the four brutes entered the lift, but rather than sailing onto the platform, they were each plopped straight into the body of water below. Foolish fools indeed.
After staring blankly at the fallen brutes for approximately five minutes (no water wings=phail), the nine grunts entered the facility, which was neatly decorated with glass flooring, spinning pillars, and two sets of sliding doors on each end of the chamber. While the opening on the left side of the room was locked, the one on the right-suprisingly-swung right open.
"Geez, that easy, huh?" said Pillow.
"Whadd'ya mean?" Fisca asked.
"I mean, like, if this is such a big deal, you'd expect at least maybe one or two guards, right?"
"Beats me."
Pillow waited several more seconds, and still, no brute forces appeared.
"Speak of the devil? Anyone?" asked Pillow, "OK. I guess it's smooth sailin' from here."

"Come human, it is easy." said Tartarus, trying to get Commander Keyes to insert the index, "Take the Icon in your hands, and do as you are told!" The Chieftain, losing his patience, slammed his fist onto the console.
"Please, use caution! This Reclaimer is delicate." said Guilty Spark, whome of which was in the hands of a seperate brute.
"One more word, Oracle, and I'll rip your eye from its socket!" barked the gray haired Jiralhanae, turning back toward Keyes, "Which is nothing compared to what I'll do to you."
"Freeze, sods!" barked Piggyback from behind. Tartarus looked backwards, taking witness to the fairly large pack of Unggoy.
"Put the Icon down, mohawk!" shouted Pillow, standing behind each of his eight squad mates.
"And disobey the Hierarchs? Pfft. Get real, grunts." replied Tartarus.
"Yeah, about that," said Fisca, who gently pushed Piggyback out of his way, "Oracle, what exactly are these rings? Sorry, but we've been on and off about that for awhile."
"Weapons of last resort. Built by the Forerunners to eliminate potential Flood hosts, thereby rendering the parasite harmless." Guilty Spark answered.
"And what about the Forerunners? What happened to them?"
"After exhausting every other strategic option," the Oracle continued, "my creators activated the rings. They, and all additional sentient life in three radii of the galatic center, died, as planned. Would you like to see the relevent data?"
"Mr. Brute Chieftain," Fisca said softly, "This Great Journey is a bunch of garbage." said Fisca. The gray furred behemoth growled, immediately grabbing Keyes' hand, and forcing the index into the console. Shortly thereafter, the structure behind the console raised, splitting itself into three parts. The activation of Halo was eminent.
Tartarus raised his gravity hammer, leaping off of the platform, and onto the enormous structure below.
"After him, comrades!" exclaimed Piggyback, "Onto glorious victory!" The six infantry troops made their battle cries, who also leaped onto the structure, chasing after the brute Chieftain. However, within a mere thirty seconds, they had each succomed to the awesome might of the hammer.
"Oh. Crap." said Pillow, staring blankly at the sight of his fallen comrades, "Retreat!"
"We have to try, Pillow." said Fisca, "If we can't stop him, nobody can."
The Unggoy sighed, "I hate you." The three of them jumped forward, standing behind a lengthy pillar, just several feet away from Tartarus.
"I'm goin' for it." Fisca whispered.
"Good luck mate." said Pillow, reaching his arms out. The two grunts hugged eachother, while Piggyback watched in envy.
"Get your hide over here, you froo-froo bastard." said Pillow, as the uniquely-stripped Unggoy joined in on the brotherly love. This moment was quickly silenced, however, when the mohawked brute smashed the pillar with the might of his hammer.
"Listen man, you don't wanna-"
The Chieftain ignored Fisca, picking him up by his extremely short neck. Within a few mere seconds, however, a Covenant Banshee swooped into the chamber, and just as Tartarus was able to notice it, the gray furred beast was launched straight off of the structure, and into the abyss. As Fisca panted, the banshee steadily landed onto the platform, revealing the pilot as none other than the Arbiter.
"Oh, sweet!" exclaimed Pillow, "I knew he couldn't die!"
"Now, Unggoy! Remove the Icon!" shouted the Arbiter. Just then, however, Commander Keyes leaped onto the structure, and removed the T-shaped object; the activation ceased. A holographic image came into view near the middle of the platform.
"What's that?" asked Keyes.
"A beacon." replied Guilty Spark.
"What's it doing?"
"Communicating. At super-luminal speeds with a frequency of-"
"Communicating with what?"
"The other installations."
"Show me."
"Fail-safe protocol." said the Oracle, "In the event of unexpected shutdown, the entire system will move to standby status. All remaining platforms are now ready for remote activation."
"Remote activation? From here?"
"Don't be ridiculous."
"Then where? Where would someone go to activate the other rings?"
"Why, the Ark, ....of course."
"And where, Oracle," asked the Arbiter, "Is that?"
"Earth."
Sounding a bit suprised, the commander said, "Then that's our next stop. Let's go."
"Right." said Fisca, "It's time to end this feud."
"Don't you mean 'Finish the Fight™'?" asked Pillow.
"Finish the Fight™, Cease the Sillyness, whatever. Let's get the bloody show on the road!"

End of Part 2

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That was great! Please tell me you'll make a part 3 in the future.

  • 09.23.2007 7:00 AM PDT

No soldier should be honored for doing what is expected
of him. He is after all, just doing his job.

Posted by: the green grunt
(|__/) This....This is bunny
(x..X) Keslo Killed it
('') ('') what a nice guy

what way to end it. Good job.

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Posted by: Rare_Spartan
"Oh, sweet!" exclaimed Pillow, "I knew he couldn't die!"


You and me both Pillow; you and me both.

Great chapter, But where's the Sgt.? Dun dun dun dun.

And in the opening of UE:3, the Sgt. crash lands on Earth . . .

  • 09.23.2007 4:32 PM PDT

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Great work man! I cant wait to read part3...you did say you would make part3....right?

  • 09.23.2007 7:52 PM PDT

Posted by: sparten110
Great work man! I cant wait to read part3...you did say you would make part3....right?
I sure did! ;) Thanks, folks. I should be posting the first chapter of Part 3 fairly soon; probably three weeks from today.

  • 09.26.2007 2:43 PM PDT