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A Story of a Grunt Part Two
Posted By: Gruntsneedpity<Dodgeneonrose@aol.com>
Date: 23 August 2004, 11:19 PM
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Jub-Jub was jolted forward very slightly. He opened one of his eyes and wondered if he was dead. The blue elite that was standing across from him was smiling.
"Dumb fool," he murmered.
"Round up the troops, Namelee! We need to get to the ship as quick as possible. All of our communication equipment is destroyed beyond repair. You see our situation," said the red elite,Hanwa, to Namelee.
Jub-Jub stepped out of the pod and looked around. They were in an ugly, brown plain. Jub-Jub scrinched his face at the ungliness.
"Yes, first commander," he said. "You, little grunt."
All the grunts looked up to see if the elite was talking to him, including Jub-Jub. Namelee was pointing to a grunt that was standing next to Jub-Jub. The grunt started to shake, not knowing what to expect.
"Come."
The grunt was too scared to move.
"NOW!"
The grunt moved forward with little steps. As he got closer to the elite, it seemed as if it was towering over the grunt. The grunt, too scared to move anymore, passed out.
Jub-Jub walked up to the elite. "Why not just send a jackal? They are better scouts than us grunts," he offered.
"Because you idiot, there are not as much jackals as there are grunts. And grunts are neither as important...they seem much more...expendable. I should kill you for questioning my orders. You have no place to."
"I'm sorry excellency, please don't kill me, it was just a mere suggestion."
All the grunts in the group were furious at what he just said, but they knew not to say anything because they knew they would be killed.
"Since you have attempted to excercise bravery, you can go on the scouting mission I was about to assign to the other grunt. If you are not back in 40 units, I will excecute the other grunt. Go now!"
"What do I do?" Jub-Jub asked.
"You are to find more forces, perhaps you will find another scout and if you do, report back to me. Now for the second time, MOVE!"
Jub-Jub was traveling for about 4 units until he came up on a small cliff with few bushes here and there. He hid in the bushes and look beyond it. He saw a but he couldn't tell if it was friend or foe so he ran back to the camp and started to look for the elite. The elite spotted him before Jub-Jub could tell him about the situation.
"Report."
"I have spotted activity beyond that cliff. It seemed to be another escape pod but I'm not sure if it was ally or enemy," he replied.
"Take a jackal with you and inspect the site, then tell us what you have discovered," Namelee said.
Jub-Jub recruited the closest jackal, named Yuert, and they went to the cliff Jub-Jub spotted them at. Yuert examined the camp and told Jub-Jub it was Covenant.
They returned back to their camp and told Namelee that the camp Jub-Jub had spotted was Covenant. The elite went to his commander.
"Sir, we have discovered a Covenant camp. Do you wish us to proceed to it?" he asked.
"Yes. We could use the help if we encounter any humans. Excellent work, Namelee. Perhaps I will request a promotion in your name," said Hanwa.
"Thank you."
They moved toward the cliff where the other Covenant forces were spotted. They decided to look for a passage off of the cliff.
"We will meet here in 40 units. If we do not find one, we will look again. Move out."
Hanwa took a squad and went right while Namelee took a squad and took the left.
Jub-Jub was stuck with his "favorite" elite, along with the grunt that had passed out.
Namelee seemed like he was annoyed because he was stuck with four grunts and a jackal. Two grunts wouldn't shut up, Dermvi and Gye, and the other two were eerily quiet, the grunt that had passed out, Perley, and Jub-Jub. Yuert was just plain wierd, he thought, looking around with it's twitchy head.
"There!" said Yuert. "There is a passage down the cliff."
"Excellent. Move to the rendezvous point."
Namelee's squad got back and waited for 20 units until Hanwa and his squad got back.
"Report."
"We have found a passage leading into the plain where the camp is. My squad is ready to move when you are."
"Excellent. Your squad has the front."
"Yes commander."
Namelee motioned his squad to move forward. They started to walk to the passage and Hanwa followed. When they got to the passage Namelee sent Jub-Jub forward again to check out the camp. He made contact with the highest ranking elite there, a gold one.
"We have soldiers about three units away. I will go get them," said Jub-Jub.
"Good. I will meet with the commander there, now hurry," said the elite.
Jub-Jub brought back the small force of Covenant to the newly discovered camp. Hanwa met with the gold elite and they discussed things that Jub-Jub was oblivious to. He quickly exploited this opportunity to get some rest and that he did.
Keelop and Jub-Jub are on thier way to the church and are awaiting the word on what class they are going to be. It turned out that both of them are going to be soldiers, unlike their father, who died in a mining accident on the elite homeworld. They found out when one of their father's friends told them of the accident. The Covenant didn't even bother to tell them themselves.
The lights in the methane tent Jub-Jub was in flickered on. He knew it was time to wake up and to travel...again. Suprisingly, Jub-Jub was a little bored, and wanted a little action. He thought about the time on Reach, the way his adrenaline was pumping, explosions and bullets all around him. That was kind of fun. Fun? How can this be?
"Gear up soldiers. We have a long day ahead of us. We are going to reinforce a platoon that was under heavy fire," said the highest ranking grunt. "I hope you all come out alive."
The newly comprised force, 7 elites, 19 jackals, and 33 grunts moved to reinforce the platoon. Jub-Jub was excited and yet scared. He didn't want to die.
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I hope you've enjoyed this series so far, and I will make some more. But if you have any questions, e-mail me because I can't right comments. But do write comments and suggestions in the forum thing. Thanx for reading!
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