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Chapter 14: The Way the World Regurgitates
<What happened to all of the other Unggoy?> Piggyback motioned to Fattest of Asses, who continued fiddling with the terminal connected to the entire methane suite.
<The little ones are attending a hearing with the San 'Shyuum.>, replied the Huragok, <Would you like me to escort you both?>
The two grunts nodded, as the purple-coated gasbag abandoned his post, leading the two of them out of the methane suite, and through the ship's many chrome filtered corridors. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of knock-knock jokes between Piggyback and Fattest of Asses, the trio finally reached the entrance to hearing room.
<Would you like me to go in with you?> asked the Huragok.
<I think we can handle it, thanks.> Piggyback signed, following Chrille into the chamber.
The room contained a disturbing site, where the Prophet of Edumacation was sitting (in his one-wheeled chair) amongst the Unggoy, with a small stack of poorly-drawn images sitting in his lap. The San 'Shyuum lifted one of the pictures upward, to where a majority of Unggoy could see it.
"Alright, little ones. What sound does the Jiralhanae make?" asked Edumacation. Nearly each and every one of the Unggoy stood up on there feet, embraced the frame standing before them, and shouted, "Rawr, demon!!"
"Alright. Ready, you two?" asked Pillow, sitting in the pilot seat of a Covenant [Seperatist] Phantom with his fellow crewmate and his Sergeant.
"Let's go, Pillow!" ordered the Grunt Sergeant. Immediately, the Phantom took flight, exiting Shadow of Intent's cockpit.
"Hey, Sarge," Fisca asked, "What colour was the portal, the last time you checked?"
"Blue, why?" asked the Unggoy.
"Well, right now, it's more of an orange than a blue."
"Doubt it matters. Let's just-"
Not taking a second's notice as to what had occured, Pillow had already driven the Phantom into the portal, causing them only to find themselves-moments later-, inside a ruined aircraft.
"Nice goin', Pillow!" exclaimed Fisca, shoving a small piece of rubble off of his left foot.
"How was I supposed to know that was going to happen?"
"Well, maybe you should've checked the-"
"Enough!" barked the Grunt Sergeant, his scalp throbbing, "My headache's bad enough without you two girl scouts -blam!-ing about who can fly the Phantom the crappiest!"
"Sorry, sir." said Fisca softly.
"Brown-noser." Pillow mumbled under his breath.
"Permission to take a look outside, sir?" asked Fisca.
"Granted." replied the Sergeant. The young Unggoy, stepping across broken pieces of glass, pushed the loose door open, causing it to detach from the aircraft completely. The world surrounding him was bright. Very bright! The hills beside him looked at Fisca gapingly. Standing just before him, however, was an enormous fortress, conceived in stone and the smell of turtle.
"Err....guys," said Fisca, "You might want to take a look at this."
The two Unggoy exited the Phantom, staring blankly at this new world. Just then, however, a plump, mustached man in blue overalls approached them, with a creeping smile swept across his face.
"It's-a me, Mario!"
[Edited on 01.20.2008 7:47 PM PST]