The Fall of the Covenant Empire: Brutes, and Jackals and Drones-oh my!
Posted By: gruntyking117<sgt_johnson117@yahoo.com>
Date: 24 September 2005, 3:04 am
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Pelican 24503, 2300 hours, Rear.
Nessu sat there with his head sulking. His eyes were closed. His Father's demise haunted him. And now all he had left of him was a fractured shoulder, he ignored the pain. A Grunt walked over near him and cocked his head.
"You not feel very good?" The Grunt asked. Nessu looked up, and saw the Grunt. The dank light and the rusted walls of the aged Pelican made Nessu's armor shimmer. The Grunt turned away.
"I go now." A larger Grunt walked by and stared at the City they were orbiting, searching for a larger vessel. Nessu sighed.
"What happened to you, friend?" Nessu looked back up. The Grunt looked down at him. It easily topped two meters. Nessu looked at him for second more.
"Nothing of your concern, Unggoy." He looked left at the hatch. The Grunt didn't take kindly to the ignorance of Nessu.
"Fine. Don't talk. But when you're gasping for air as a Jiralhanae chokes your brains out, expect me to be running." Nessu looked at the Grunt. Nessu thought. What nerve! I shall have his head! Wait. I've never seen an Unggoy that tall. Maybe he's worth something.
"You, Unggoy. What do you call yourself?" The Grunt turned around, looked for a second and spoke.
"They call me Xheyxaw." The Grunt stared up at the ceiling. "Well, they're dead anyway. My brothers..." Nessu stared.
"My formal name is Nessu." He tried to speak with dignity when he spoke with the Grunt, but it felt awkward to speak with an underling. Nessu spied the front end of the deck. It was a larger Pelican, older too. He couldn't fathom what 24503 meant. Nessu spaced out and thought again. Probably some name they reffered the ship to. Strange, I wonder why they name their small transports. The Humans were solicitating with their gibberish language.
The female Marine sat at the front of the seats. This was one old Pelican. It was probably from the pre-war era. Lucky bastards back then only had to worry about Pirates and Rebels. She pulled her red hair back, and tied it up with her scrunchee. Her face was slightly blackened with oil. She had full lips and striking features. Her face was rounded, but only so much as to make her look young. She was, too. Only 22.She was 18 when she entered service. A woman and a soldier. She also didn't have her hair cut much. It was down to her shoulders. Her name tag read: Talime Hudaki Talime stared at the Elite she met at the City with the sacrificial other. He was talking to a tall Grunt. Must've been six feet tall. I wish I could understand what they were saying. She thought.
"Sergeant, anything wrong?" A voice popped through her thoughts. It was a Corporal named Daniel Hewett.
"Yeah, wait. Pardon me?" She had been succumbed in the thought of the Elite she had saved. He would have stayed there if it wasn't for her. Still, not even a gesture of thanks.
"Is there something wrong, mam?" Talime snapped back to reality.
"No. Just a little hungrey and thirsty." Now that she thought about it, she was starving. She had her last meal almost two days ago.
"Here mam." The soldier handed her a cantine. Talime looked at at, it was silver with an eagle design stamped into it. She pulled her head back and downed it. Whiskey. She wiped off her mouth and handed it back.
"Thanks Corporal." The soldier smirked when the cantine was returned.
"You sure can down this shit quickly, mam." He said sipping some.
"When your thirsty, anything can replace water. Even whiskey." She looked with her blue eyes, which shone especially throught the mucky rust and camo designs of the old Pelican. They weren't icy, but more like an ocean.
"Huh. Still, you must drink after your missions." Hewett looked around at the Covenant bucnh they were with.
"Strange. No Jackals, Drones or Brutes. I saw them fighting. Maybe we have back-up." Daniels must have been new. He could recognize all of the new Covenant. He also had no scars from the war. He had a goatee and buzzed hair.
"You new, Corporal?" Talime asked.
"Yeah. Got in about two years ago. Why?" Talime smirked at Daniel.
"Most of us who were in this war five-plus years don't give a shit about the new ones. Buggers, monkies, that's what call 'em." Daniel looked on. He sat back on his seat and closed his eyes.
"I'll remember that." Talime stared at the Elite. Sleeping. That was her cue. She let her hair go back from the scrunchee she had it tied up in.
Barter's Call, Bridge.
Korma sat across to the Elite.
"So. We here?" The Elite looked up from the glass holo-gram.
"Yes. We're at the...Covenant Holy City!"
"What?"
"Damn those Brutes, they fooled us! No matter. I'm picking up a small vessel. Life, too." Korma looked at the Holo.
"That's a Pelican. Ancient one too." The Elite nodded an added another comment.
"There are allies on that ship, they are sending out both a Human and Covenant distress signal." Korma looked at Huza.
"Could be a trap." Korma lifted his eyebrows when he said that.
"No. These are new codes. I can tell with yours because the signal date two hours old on the network." Korma picked up his BR55 Battle Rifle.
"Let's go then."
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