The Chronhicles of the Covenant:The Grunt Rebellion Pt.2: Wreakage
Posted By: Jedimasterchief117<sgt_johnson117@yahoo.com>
Date: 4 December 2004, 7:19 PM
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Zamzam was hiding behind a strangely turtle-shell shaped structure that had very ornate designs and colors.First it beated red then orange, but that wasn't what the grunt was worrying about. The Flood were. He saw the second squad preparing to leave in the seraph fighter when a banshee sped from a nearby canyon. There was no way to warn them by the time he screamed, and the banshee rammed it in the rear. By the time he tried signal them to get out of the seraph , the banshee had wedged itself in the storage area of the dropship. The seraph and the rouge banshee had crashed inside of the canyon. He looked down at the dusty ground and then at the sickly green sky. He shivered.The temperature was getting lower, and day was turning into night he entered the shell shaped building. He saw a molted corpse with a survival pack. "Well, you aren't using this anymore." He said nervously as he hefted the baggage. He placed into a corner. As he prepared his camp, he heard a liquid noise, it was slow and deliberate. As he scanned the room he saw the elevator to his nightmares, the corpse he had just raided, the closed entrance to the outdoor area and a pile of plasma weapons. He waddled over to the cache and put them into the camping pack, which he had slung over his shoulder, and then he waddled back.
Covenant Holy City, Elites quarters, Seventh Age of reclamation
'Kolnalee stood in rustic quarters and relaxed his fountain traveled from the floor and hovered to the upper floors. His favorite part was the hairpin midway which throbbed eeriley. As he walked through his cobblestone walkway the two crimson escorts followed. The one on his right 'Lozachee whispered into his ear. "Master, Shclokamee has failed to bring the Heretics to justice-"'Kolnalee answered before his guard could finish."Then bring him here, and his punishment will be served." The crimson Elite replied swiftly."Master, the Elite was tainted with the parasite, and he has disappeared as with his grunts on that infected planet."This time the Counciler thought before answering as they turned from their current path and near his court. "Well, send your best special operatives in, they will quell the infestation and the heresy. God's luck."The Elite replied,"Thank you, my lord" and that was it. As 'Kolnalee past through his doorway it had appeared that someone else was sitting at his seat, the Prophet of Truth.
Location:??? Time???
Somthing was wrong. Where was he? His was black and all he heard was a faint buzz. "Hello?" His mind echoed. He was moving, he could feel it, but he wasn't in control. "Where?" A presence asked. He didn't know what the thing wanted but, his instincts said 'Hide yourself'. So he went to the deepest part of his mind. His name was 'Schlokamee and was a warrior. This wasn't going to defeat him no, it wasn't.
Heretic Base, Seventh Age of Reclamation, 500 units
Zamzam had spent units of time just to have his MRE cooked carefully by his plasma pistol's heat.Too bad he didn't realize that throbbing lights that ornamented the walls were heaters too. He had another twenty four units left in his tank, which he would use up while searching the barren canyon for that seraph dropship. The liquid noise had slowed, but hadn't stopped which was starting to get into the grunt's head. The next few minutes were silent except for the sound of a seraph! He waddled up to the entrance when the corpse he looted stumbled to it's feet. The Grunt turned around fed rounds of needles into the creature's chest as it jumped in midair ,and it exploded just a meter above the Grunt. "Shit!" He yelled as he opended the door. The seraph dropped out two dozen troops, mostly Elites and Jackals then six Grunts poured out.Kneekna was one of them. "What went on here?" He asked. "You wouldn't want to know." Zamzam replied barley smirking behind his mask.
Covenant Holy City, Elites courtroom, Seventh Age of Reclamation
The dark purple hugh of the room did little to take the edge out of everyone there."You, 'Kolnalee,hath failed to adress the issue to us that the grunts and jackals are at the stage of street fighting throughout our cherished city.Why?" The Prophet of Truth asked the Councils' head as he glanced at every other Elite in the circular room. "Oh great and Noble Prophet, I have been attempting to quell a heresy and the parasite I was never informed about the bickering between the two races, and-" The Prophet interuppted."Lying now are you? To the Prophets?! I have quite the punishmenmt for you, first you will become our sacred Arbiter, and you will handle the Flood, the Heretics and the Grunt rebellion.
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