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For those of you that are interested, the first bit of our [mine and Uberdawg's] new fan-fiction, The Misadventures of Captain MacMillan, is now up for reading. The link is in Rare's sig. But for now, let's enjoy some holsome, Grunty antics. =O
Chapter 21: I Hate that Cliché!
"So, would you do me the honor of telling me your name?" asked Hackle, sipping on his glass of Gimpvey (the Unggoy's most treasured beverage).
"Hackle," the female Unggoy said, moving up the three-step staircase toward his desk, "It's me. Chrille."
Hackle spat the Gimpvey ontop of his desk (then stood up), staring at his former mate with wide eyes.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Hackle barked, pointing toward the grunt at the far left side of the room (who was searching through the kitchen freezer), "And who's he?"
"I believe we've met. No hard feelings regarding the Lekgolo incident, I would hope." Piggyback said, offering his hand. Hackle looked at him uneasily, and in turn fell back into his chair.
"Tell me: why are you here?" he asked again.
"We've come to rescue you." Chrille responded.
"Rescue me? From what?"
"The Covenant, lad!" Piggyback exclaimed, "Now, c'mon."
"Sorry, you two. But this is where I belong. Now, you can either join us, or I can call the Jiralhanae in here." Hackle said coldly.
"You can't be serious! We just busted our arses to find you, because we thought you needed our help. Now, you tell us to join you?" Piggyback shouted.
"Hackle, the Great Journey is a joke!" Chrille explained, "The Prophets are using all of you for their own selfish needs!"
Hackle sighed, "I'm sorry it's come to this."
The Unggoy pressed his finger on the button activating an intercom on the other side of the methane suite.
"Lorraine, we've got a problem."
[Edited on 03.30.2008 5:33 PM PDT]