Covenant vs Aliens, Part Two
Posted By: Mantis<jamie@netride.net>
Date: 23 January 2005, 9:29 PM
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Covenant
vs
Aliens,
Part two...
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SURPRISE!
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Day two of the horrid events...
When Raren'Te came to, He was strapped down on a table. "My head..." pieces of past events slowly came back to him. The med-elite... He had bashed him on the back of the head. But why... He remembered... Gran'dree! He craned his neck around the room... Odd feature #1... Dimly lit...He craned his neck even further. Odd feature #2... He was strapped down with odd gooey substances. He realized this wasn't a table. It was a wall! He saw a cloud of fog covering the floor. Several leathery objects were scattered across the floor. One was sitting in front of him... Its lips peeled back... Several legs poked their way out of the egg. It was questing... Searching. A voice... a voice was speaking to him... I Need You...
Come To Me... The living death trap sprang...
"AGH!" Raren'Te sat up from his bed. His eyes darting from one thing to the next. A dream... His head hurt badly... He reached up to feel the back of his head. A huge bump had risen from his skull. He was still in armor... He saw that his left shin guard was cracked and damaged. A copperish taste inside his cheek. He got up, grabbed his helmet, and left. He cautiously walked. The lights were off, meaning that it was night shift. He hurried to the medical room.
Gran'dree was lying on a med-bed. Several devices were holding her broken limbs up. she slept a troubled sleep, Occasionally twitching. Next to her was the poor elite. Wait... Where was the creature? He grabbed a communicator. "Commander! The creature we brought in... Its gone!" "What...?!" Narr'achta exclaimed. Several elites entered the room a moment later. They had field lights and plasma pistols ready, slowly probing every nook and cranny. An elite was checking under the beds. Another elite was checking behind medical equipment. The last elite was checking the grates on the walls. After a moment of searching, nothing was found of the creature. "Hey! hes waking up." The poor elite's eyes fluttered open. He grunted and got up. "My neck hurts..." He complained. "Well, well, It looks like the victims finnaly awake. Inform the commander." As Raren'Te left the room... the creature fell from the ceiling grating and landed on his shoulder. Out of pure reflex he grabbed it and flung it across the room. "BY THE RINGS!" The creature hit the wall and flopped lifelessly to the ground. "Quick! get a cage!" They scooped the dead creature into the cage and, with plasma rifles ready, watched it. "Is it.. alive?" "I think its dead." The creature made no attempt to move... The med-elite entered the room. "Whats all this then?!" He walked over to the cage and examined it. "Well done... Now I can study it." He opened the cage carefully, and reached in and grabbed it by the tail. "Well... Its dead..." Raren'Te kept an eye on the Med-elite. Putting away his plasma rifle he walked over to Gran'dree and held her hand. "thank the gods..." Gran'dree moaned andcraned her neck to get a look around the room. "By the gods... I feel like shit..." The Poor elite puzzled by the situation asked the most stupidest question. "What?" Then med-elite came to him and asked him simple questions like. "Do you remember what happened?" or "How do you feel?" He just couldn't remember. The only thing he did feel was bad hunger.
All the elites assembled at the mess hall. Making sure that all the grunts fell in line to get replicator rations. "BreakFAST!!" a line of rations was prepared for the elites. "Finnaly some decent food!" Several other elites muttered in agreement. The Poor elite was munching on raw meat. "Gah. I've got a hunger that could kill a hunter!" A nearby hunter pair snorted at the comment and resumed eating. Raren'Te sat by him and wolfed down his rations. "Ow... Cramp..." There was a chomping noise audiable throughout the room. The elite swallowed again. This time he coughed and grabbed his chest. "Whats wrong? the food to good for you?" a nearby elite laughed. The elites face turned pail and he dropped his food. "by... the... rings..." He fell over and started writhing about. "Sissy..." a nearby grunt barked. The elite started screaming. "What the.." Raren'te tried to help him up but he just continued to writhe. The elites chest bulged outward. Several elites pinned him down. "Whats wrong!?" a few elites tried to speak to him... He would only respond with a long humilating yell. The elites chest bulged outward again, But with blood coming out from underneath his armor. The elites pried his breast plate off. The elites suit ripped open. A huge snake burst out of his chest... It didn't have eyes.. it had a pair of under formed arms... With a elites mouth full of sharp teeth, It hissed. A nearby elite fainted. Several grunts stood there in horror. The hunter pair had both fuel rod cannons charged and ready to fire. The snake screeched and leaped across the room like a frog on coffee. An officer attempted to speak to the commander over the com-link, but the words wouldn't come... "We have a dead elite! He... He... His chest ripped open and this.. THING... appeared out of his chest..."
Narr'achta couldn't believe his ears... "Yellow alert! all personell report to your posts! We have an uknown life form aboard the ship! Repeat uknown life form aboard the ship!" He yelled through the ships speaker system.
Everyone that night was on edge. They spent hours searching the ship. They had ejected the Poor elites body out into space to rid the horrid sight. Soon afterwards, the crew had seen some very strange sights. Odd looking goop occasionaly dripped out of vents, strange hissing noises in the background, and the disapearance of an elite's pet. One grunt had found a skin lying on the floor. He picked it up and brought it back to the Medical room. The Med-elite was very interested in what the grunt had to say. "Funny looking black stuff on walls, and elite pet stuck to wall by goopy stuff." They soon shifted back to normal status after two days. Raren'Te was the only one who continued to patrol the halls.
Raren'Te walked along casually with plasma rifle ready. He turned a corner and heard something. At first he thought it was just a grunt plodding along, until. KATHUMP... He looked up... KATHUMP... Scrrrraaattttchhhh... He turned around the next corner. A pipe had been busted open and steam was flowing everywhere. He cautiously peered into the pipe. A huge force flung him back. A huge clawed hand had reached from the pipe and pushed him down. "Hissssss" It said. He was thrown down the hall way. He landed and began to fumble with his communicator. "ITS HERE! JUNCTION 5-C!" The huge beast was vaguely insectoid and humanoid. It had a huge elongated head with a crown-like carapace, it had four mandibles like an elite, and finnaly... IT HAD NO EYES. Raren'Te open fired on the beast. Its exoskeleton uneffected by the searing heat of the plasma. The beast lunged and attempted to rip Raren'Te in half. His sheilding held agaisnt the blow, scrambling for his fallen plasma rifle he kicked the beast in the face. It hissed and retorted with a huge tail wrapping around his foot. It picked him up and slammed him back and forth into the ground and ceiling. Suddenly... a plasma pistol on over charge went off. A brave grunt standing in the hall way growling open fired on the beast. The charge hit the thing in a face and blew off its upper right mandible, Acidic blood sprayed across the room. It fled back into the pipes...
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