A Story of a Grunt Part One
Posted By: Gruntsneedpity<Dodgeneonrose@aol.com>
Date: 19 August 2004, 9:27 PM
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Jub-Jub remembered his combat expirience on the planet "Reech." He remembered that grunt that was shot in the back that had saved his life just units before.
He remembered the "rock" that had almost made him grunt soup. He knew he should keep the past behind him. It was only the beginning of the war (for him anyway).
Keelop was missing. His mother, father, and two of Keelop's friends were searching the ice forests to find him. Finally, one of Keelop's friends, Neeray, shouted saying he found him. They all ran to where Neeray was located. Keelop was sitting beside and ice tree balled up.
"What's the matter, Keelop?" asked his mother, who was conforting him.
"I have to go into the army in two days. I don't want to leave my family and friends around! I refuse to!" shouted Keelop in a rage.
"Wake up Jub-Jub!" said a voice, "We are going to go soon. Pack up your stuff and get ready in 15 units."
"Alright, Nawee. I'm coming."
Jub-Jub got off of his bed and walked to his equipment locker. He pulled out his armor and breathing aparatus and put them on. He had to go through two doors so none of the poisonous oxygen would get into his quarters and kill the rest of the grunts in there.
He walked to the meeting room and sat down at his seat designated for him. An elite wearing red armor walked to the front of the room and a holographic image appeared.
"This is an ancient artifact. We and 12 other ships are to go there and investigate it," said the elite.
Several elites in the room gave a smile. Jub-Jub and the other 54 grunts in the room knew it was honorable to the elites to go to a holy place.
"Silence! This artifact is in hostile hands. A human," he growled as he said human, "ship is in the area. It obviously came here by accident. Our first orders are to combat this ship and when it is destroyed, we go to the ring and search for any survivors. Fall out!"
All the elites left the room first, followed by the jackals, and then finally the grunts were allowed to leave.
THREE HOURS LATER
"All parties prepare to board the human ship!" said a voice over the intercom. "Covenent assigned to boarding crafts 254-319 report to ship."
Jub-Jub looked at his number he was given. It read 320. Good. He never wanted to go to that human ship in the first place. He knew the first boarders would take the ship.
Suddenly, the ship lurched and Jub-Jun lost his balance, and hit his head on the bulkhead to his left.
Jub-Jub is standing in line at the ship, The Truth and Reconciliation. He looked behind him at his family and sees that his mother is crying.
"Hurry up," said the elite that was herding the grunts onto the ship.
When he got into the ship the roof opened and 56 masks fell to the ground. That was a problem. Only 56 masks and 92 grunts.
"These are temporary breathing aparatuses. They only have 4 hours worth of methane for you to breath in. You must fight for them. Only 56 grunts in this room are going to walk out breathing. The rest of you are going to be dead," said the elite wearing an oxygen mask.
The methane in the room was turned off immediatly after he finished. The grunts were panicking and some were banging on the door they came into.
Jub-Jub awoke to the sound of footsteps rushing past him.
"What happened?" asked Jub-Jub to another grunt.
"We were hit and are going to the ring's surface for repairs. Orders are to get into evacuation pods to ensure survival of all the troops that get to one. We are to meet back at this ship when it has landed."
Jub-Jub ran to the nearest evacuation pod and saw that six grunts, two elites which were red and blue, and three jackals made it there already. He was the last passenger.
"All clear! Get us out of here!" the red elite ordered the pilot.
Jub-Jub felt a rumble and knew they had launched. He was hoping none of the humans had made it to the ring-world before them, but he never had the best of luck (except on Reach).
"We are touching down on the surface in four units! Prepare for a landing!" shouted the pilot.
"You heard him you dumb grunts! Strap up!" shouted the blue elite.
Jub-Jub strapped on his harness and closed his eyes as he braced for a hard landing...
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