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Chapter 4: Those Lil' Buggers
"We've gotta go back for 'em!" barked the Grunt Sargeant, with his back pulled to the crimson-lit door controls. Piggyback quickly scanned the seemingly secure corridor, then faced his comrade.
"Sorry, mate, but I'm against the whole suicide approach." Piggyback winked. The Grunt Sargeant said nothing, slapped his fingers across the terminal infront of him, and watched as the door creeked open.
When the two Unggoy re-entered the chamber, by golly, nearly the entire floor was laden with Yanme'e corpses. No man could've achieved such a daring act on his own.
"Dishonorable insects.", the duo turned to their left, where the Arbiter stood behind a remnant of the pipe that had been breeched by the now fallen drones.
"Unggoy, the drones have taken your comrades." called the Sangheili, identifying them by their armor (with the newly-designed, UNSC marine-inspired camouflage), "Have you any interest in rescuing them, I suggest you infiltrate the hive from whence they came.
"I shall accompany you both, as the primary situation is being dealt with by the Spartan."
"So, basically, you're saying that the Humans didn't need you?" Piggy asked rhetorically.
"Piggy, I tell you what. Those foo's are just racist!" the Arbiter frowned, as best an elite possibly could.
The Grunt Sargeant's pupils wandered off for a brief moment, flabbergasted by the Arbiter's sudden shift in personality.
"So, how's about we get goin' then?"
"Follow me, Unggoy!" the Sangheili exclaimed, "Onward to their wretched hive!"
Using the ingenious method of super-jumping, the crew of three managed to enter the ceiling-suspended pipeline. And after crawling through it for approximately four minutes, the three former members of the Covenant were plopped onto another piece of cold, metal flooring. This new region was a fairly large dome, made out of the same material as the pipe.
Just seconds later, three Yanme'e buzzed out of a small, funnel-like entryway connected to the ceiling.
"It's the Arbiter! Get 'im!" chirped one of the drones, catching the attention of the Sangheili's presence, specifically. The three insectoid beings came charging toward the squad, though were quickly ceased by a simple demand.
"Stop!" echoed a weak, raspy voice. And just then, another Yanme'e crept from the shadows of the corridor at the other end of the dome. This drone in particular was different from the others, as this one was much larger- almost the size of an elite, in fact.
"You three may leave." the drone ordered calmly, as the three insects scurried through the funnel.
"So, what brings you to my hive, Arbiter?" asked the drone, now looking at the two grunts, "You and your.....comrades."
"We have come for two other Unggoy. And if you care for your well-being, you will release them." barked the Sangheili, staring angrily at the oversized Yanme'e.
"Why, that's quite shallow of you, Arbiter. Making random accusations."
"I witnessed their capture at the hands of your drones. You know of the grunts that I speak of."
"But of course." the drone coughed, "You will have to sacrifice these two Unggoy, however, in order to guarantee their freedom."
"We're not leavin' anyone, buddy!" barked the Grunt Sargeant, slamming two steps forward.
"I see." whispered the insectoid, taking hold of two plasma rifles, "Then I suppose we can do this the-"
Just then, an explosion-which sounded more like a roar-of flame came from the corridor behind the elderly drone, with a small figure racing toward them. This figure was quickly perceived as Chrille, holding both Fisca and Pillow over her small shoulders.
"We need to get out of here. Now!" the Unggoy panted. Just two seconds later, however, both the floor and ceiling began to collapse, creating nothing but darkness.
[Edited on 11.03.2007 7:29 PM PDT]