The Chronhicles of the Covenant:The Grunt Rebellion Pt. 3: Politics shift
Posted By: Jedimasterchief117<sgt_johnson117@yahoo.com>
Date: 6 December 2004, 2:29 AM
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{b}High Council, Elite Quaters, Seventh Age of Reclamation {/b}
The drably lighten corridors were perfect for the occasion, the punishment for the new Arbiter was decreed by the entire council in the chambers of the Hiararchs. Each honor guard stood at attention as the Shamed one passed. Freshly seared dishonor brands tatooed the former Sangheili council leaders body. For him, there was no honor. He was the one who was soley responsible for what the Hiararchs learned on the current events, and he failed to inform them of the riots that Unngoy and Kig-yar species were causing, and soon war would break throughout the entire city. He passed through the doors that would open automatically and lead him to the Prophets. Light shone on his exiled face, and he winced. Once his eyes set though, he was able to see their figures without the glare. "Ahh, you have arrived. Would you like to tell me why?" Said the Prophet of Truth as if he was an adult to a trouble making child whom hoped to make him feel guilty. "Yes, you brought me here to the mosoleaum of the Arbiter for my coming in to my new life, the life of one of the souls that rests here." Replied Shamed One. He was no longer worthy of his name. He had lied to the Prophets, and there was no going back. "Well, you've always been keen on keeping up with the times even near your life's end." Said the Prophet of Regret. "Holy ones talk more clearly I am not dead, yet. This is a {ic} phase {/ic} I will change and adapt, and when I do you will be there, that I promise." The Shamed One hadn't shown any signs of guilt so Regret backed away. "Yes well, you have a chance to go back to your old life just as long as soon as your term is over, we get your head." The Prophet of Mercy said, implying to the offer."No, I think not. I have more of a chance of living through these suicide missions. Thank you though." Implied the Elite with a jokingly sarcastic tone.
{b}Holy City, Grunt's cells, Political area, Two weeks prior to the riots. {/b}
This part of the city was where the Unngoy dwelled. Most of it was a mix of methane gas and destroyed slums. Grunts had been able to refit this area at the bottom tip of the city, and in the sector was four guarding towers within twenty klicks of each other. In the center of the city were two buildings. These buildings represented the small amount of political nerve that Unngoy were allowed to, courtesy of the Prophets, of course. Inside the complex was the politition Xiaxoa. He sat on the gel pads that higher rankin Unngoy were given. Granted he was in the second part of the complex, he had to where his appratus.
On the other side of the room was where two Kig-yar were sitting. One of them named Grok the creature cocked his head to his brother."Have you hired the sniper?" Asked Grok. The other Kig-yar that was Grok's brother Grek replied."Yes, he is right on the ledge over in the shadow at your left. Damn gassers never guard themselves, it will be easy for him." Whispered Grek in reply.
Xiaxoa stood up from his gel pad and walked over to the announcment podium. He acted calm, but on the inside he was secretly frightend. He stepped up and adjusted his breathing apparatus."Ahem, today we have met to handle the problems between our species the Unngoy, and your species, the Kig-yar. It seems that insulting slur has been boiling into small gang fights on the streets and, soon if not banished will erupt into total war between our species. Then, it will turn worse, much like a poison-" Right there a silent shot from a particle beam rifle cracked his off.
The Kig-yar revealed that they had plasma-pistols and had already switched their shields on, and the Unngoy had flipped over the podiums and tables for cover and took a small cache of weapons they hid under a floor board and attacked. One Grunt was smart enough to shoot down a plasma window, and methane seeped through. The Jackals started to choke on the atmosphere and the sniper fell off the ledge. War broke out and hell was the battlefield.
{b} Canyon, Seraph escaping Heretic Base {/b}
The dropship hook as another banshee attack, then it rammed into the side of the seraph."Damn! What the is with this banshee? Does it have a death wish?!" Said Zamzam, who was having the crappiest day of his life.
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