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Chapter 5: Brute Zone
The five Unggoy awoke, each lying on seperate-but matching-cushions. This box of a room was brightly-lit, with the walls painted with a shade od either yellow or pink. What happened? Where were they?
"Hey, they're awake!" exclaimed a rather low, yet strong voice. All of a sudden, two Jiralhanae stormed into the room, wearing no armor whatsoever.
"Argh, what the hell?" the Grunt Sargeant spoke softly, his head throbbing.
"We foundy you lovely Unggoy just outside of our house. We thought you might-"
Just then, the Arbiter stormed in from the other room, his energy sword pointed straight toward one of the brutes.
"Stand aside, unworthy adversary!" the Sangheili threatened.
"Please, don't!" cried the other brute, speaking for the first time, "We mean you no harm!"
Bewildered by the personality in this beast, the Arbiter lowered his weapon. Now back to a peaceful state of mind, the Jiralhanae said, "Come. Lunch is ready."
The grunts hopped off of their mattresses, following the the Arbiter (who continued to keep a close eye on the beasts) and the welcomers into the dining room. This chamber-much larger than the former, contained one, fairly large, wooden table. On the far, left side of the table sat what was probably one of the most disturbing creatures the crew had ever seen. With two, sharp front-teeth and small chunks of fur scattered throughout its arms, this abomination was indentified as a brute child.
"Please, sit." said one of the brutes cheerfully. All but the Arbiter hesitated, each taking a seat the farthest away from that awful creature holding the rattle. Infront of each of them sat a bowl, containing a rather grotesque substance; green.
"I love you." said both of the brutes simultaneously, their lips meeting.
"So," Fisca said regretabbly, "You two....live together?"
"But of course.", one of the beasts smiled when just then, a large, spherical object rose to the top of Chrille's bowl. It was the head of the Yanme'e chieftain.
"What in the world?" she asked, looking closer into the severed head.
"Mommy, I want Jackal!" whined the child.
"Not now, Gracey!" said the brute, "Maybe for dinner."
"Er, would you excuse us?" asked the Grunt Sargeant hesitantly. The couple nodded-smiling-as the commander lead his crew back into the cramped bedroom.
"What kinda sick, perverse madhouse is this place!" the sargeant whispered, huddled around his squad.
"Whadda we do?" asked Pillow, frowning.
"Follow me."
The five grunts left the bedroom, creeping towards the front door, just to the right of the dining room table. Immediatley spotted, a brute said, "Leaving so soon? We were just about to-"
Just then, the door slammed open, as two marines pumped continuous pieces of lead into the brute sitting just next to the child. The creature's face fell forward, and into the drone-squeezed concoction.
"He was my lover!" shouted the other brute, tipping the table over with his hands. As the Jiralhanae approached the marines, the Arbiter lunged forward, slamming the blade of his energy sword through its stomach. As the lifeless brute fell before the marines, the Sangheili gave a quick sigh.
"Man, these foo's just don't know!" snapped the Arbiter, "They. Just. Don't. Know!"
[Edited on 11.10.2007 6:50 PM PST]