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The Rebellion Chronicles by FUELRODGUN
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The Rebellion Chronicles: Number One
Date: 9 May 2004, 5:23 AM
Ritsucha checked the number of rods in his fuel rod gun. Hmm. Seven rods short. Not too bad, he thought, snapping the compartment shut again. He had been trying to fight a battle without using any fuel rods, and seven was definitely creating a new record for him. Mitsucha, his bond brother, thought it was kind of idiotic, and Ritsucha was annoyed. He started moving toward the supply station. He was with a legion of the Rebellion, and had just helped in the capture of this Covenant facility. The Rebellion was a large number of ex-Covenant that were fighting for their freedom from the Elites and the Prophets, for they had forced the other races to join. The Rebellion consisted of Grunts, Jackals and Hunters. The Brutes were not with them, for they had decided to stay with the Covenant. As this thought drifted past Ritsucha's mind, he felt a surge of anger. Fools, he thought, They would know how bad their mistake was soon enough. He passed a group of sleeping grunts, not being particularly careful to not tread on them. 'Watch it!" yelled a Grunt as he dodged out of the way, but Ritsucha didn't notice him.
The Rebellion had formed about 3 years ago, by their noble and powerful leader, Nuktak. He may seem weak, because he's a grunt, but don't be fooled. He had gained much experience during the early days of the Rebellion. He is therefore battle hardened, and stronger than the S.O. Elites. He was a low-class grunt in the Covenant, and actually pretty shy. However, all that flew out the window when he saw his sister, Roega, slaughtered by a group of Elites, merely for entertainment. He, with his sharp claws, immediately leapt onto the back of the Elite who dealt the mortal blow to his sister and cut his throat. While the Elite gurgled in pain and blood loss and the others looked awestruck, Nuktak blew away another one with his P. pistol, chucked a grenade at another and ran for it. He heard an explosion of plasma and a strangled yell, but he did not look back, and just kept on running. He wasn't fast enough, though, as he had only gone about 20 steps when he felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder, staggered, and fell. he looked up to see a S.O. Elite standing over him with an evil smile on his face(if you can call it a smile, it'd be hard to smile with six jaws). He pointed his rifle at Nuktak, almost pulled the trigger, but...
"AAAAAYYYYYYYAAAAAAAHHHH!!!"
Roega, mortally wounded yet still alive, had grabbed the cut-throat Elite's plasma sword, staggered over to the S.O. Elite, jumped on his back and shoved the sword straight through it's back and into it's heart. The Elite fell over, with Roega on his back, still clutching the sword. "G-go, Nuk-Nuk-Nuktak." she muttered, then fell over, a dead body on a dead body. Nuktak wished to stay and grieve, possibly even carry the body out to bury, but he could hear Elite voices coming down the hall, and he could not let Roega's last stand go in vain. he stood up, trying not to use the shot shoulder, and ran for the doorway.
Ritsucha thought of how awful that must have been, seeing your sibling die for entertainment. He shuddered to think if that had happened to Mitsucha, and Ritsucha decided that he didn't care what his bond brother thought of his fuel rod game anymore. The supply Grunt gave him his rods, and Ritsucha started to head back to the Hunter compound.
When he got back, the Hunters were putting all the dead Elite bodies into piles to be burned, the job that the Grunts were supposed to do." Why are we doing this?" he asked Mitsucha ,who was helping, irritably. "The Grunts who did this got back pains, and ol' Yaghad ordered us to do it." Mitsucha replied, chucking an Elite one handed to the top of the pile. Ritsucha grumbled loudly. Yaghad was the Sergeant of this legion, another grunt, and was extremely annoying, barking orders in that high-pitched voice of his. Ritsucha would just love to squeeze Yaghad till he popped, but he was second only to Nuktak himself, so if you messed with Yaghad, you messed with Nuktak, and that's not good. Ritsucha grumbled again, then picked up an Elite, about ready to throw it, but stopped, and listened. "What?" said Mitsucha, seeing him. "Shh!" said Ritsucha. Ritsucha had a very acute sense of hearing, though most Hunters didn't; that was the Jackals job, and Ritsucha noticed that the once patrolling Jackals were stopped and had their ears cocked, listening... Ritsucha listened a little longer, then his eyes grew wide, really wide. Then he opened his mouth to speak. "They're here..."
The Rebellion Chronicles: Number 2
Date: 11 May 2004, 1:57 AM
The Jackals, or Skarat'pa as I would like to start calling them, now understood what they heard, and began to run around frantically, shouting worried yelps at the others in that language of theirs. The Grunts, or Brenno as I would like to start calling them, woke up and started watching them with sleepy eyes. All the Hunters, or Po'otes as I would like to start calling them, stared at Ritsucha. "What? Who's here?" asked Mitsucha, who looked utterly bewildered. "The Covenant! They're here! They've found us!"said Ritsucha, looking around frantically, as though if looking at all the walls in a certain amount of time would stop the Covenant's advance. "Where is Yaghad?" "Here." said a suprisingly high voice. A very snobbish-looking Brenno strode into the compound, his methane filter under which his nose was hidden high in the air. "I was patrolling the corridors, looking for trouble-makers," He looked at the Skarat'pa, who were now all dancing around as though they had about twenty Flood infection forms on their backs, eating them alive, with a disgusted look on his face."and it looks like I found what I was looking for." He said, turning back to Ritsucha. "Do not worry, they will be dealt with." "No, sir, that's not it. The Skarat'pa and I heard the Covenant outside! They're here!" Ritsucha said, waving his massive arms around like a madman. However, Yaghad's eyes narrowed. "There are no enemy units on our scanners," he said, still eyeing Ritsucha suspiciously. "we would have seen them." "Sir, you have the word of all the Skarat'pa and me! You still deny it?" said Ritsucha, absolutely thunderstruck. "If I have the word of you and all the Skarat'pa, than I have plenty of reason to do so!" said Yaghad, and he turned on his heel and left the compound. "The Covenant will be her within a few hours!" Ritsucha yelled after him, but he did not respond. Mitsucha flipped him the birdie. "Son of a b****," he growled, and he turned back to Ritsucha. "Well, we can't just sit here, what are we gonna do?" "We'll have to activate the defenses somehow..." said Ritsucha, thoughtfully. "Right under Yaghad's-wait, no-Faghead's nose?" asked Mitsucha, making up a new name for Yaghad. "Yeah, thing is though, how?" replied Ritsucha, still thinking. "We'll help!" said Ti'fe, gesturing to his bond-brother, Pi'fe. "We can create a distraction, that should leave the control room clear of guards, and then you two can activate the defense turrets!" he said excitedly, as though this were some sort of game. "No, we're not fit out for stealth." said Ritsucha, looking around. Then his scan stopped. "Maybe..." he said, not quite finishing his sentence. The Po'otes followed his gaze. Their eyes rested on the fritzing-out Skarat'pa. "No..." said Mitsucha, shaking his head. "Yes!" said Ritsucha, and he started heading toward the Skarat'pa, Many of which had already passed out from exhaustion.
Rotew was ready to collapse. By the looks of it, so were the other Skarat'pa, if they had not already done so. He had shouted so loud, he felt he'd never be able to talk again. Suddenly a group of Po'otes walked up to them, examining them. One saw Rotew, and he called to another one. It came over and talked to the him, and then it looked at Rotew. It nodded to the the other, and they started walking toward Rotew. Rotew had no reason to be afraid, even though Po'otes were huge and could easily smush a Skarat'pa between it's toes, because they were fighting for the same thing, and when not under dictatorshiplike rule as they were before, they were actually pretty peaceful. "Who are you? What do you want?" he said as they came over. Apparently they did not understand him, and he didn't understand them, either. After several hand-gestures and confused minds, one got frustrated and ran off. After a while he came back holding four, small, metal, teardrop-shaped things. He must have gone to the supply station. Rotew knew this because he'd seen these things there on his patrol duties. He'd never used them before, though.The Po'ote gave two to Rotew, instructing him to put them in his ears. He did as told, and when he did a strange, cold feeling came over his ears. After it cleared, he saw that the Po'ote had put them in too. The Po'ote spoke. But this time, Rotew could understand him. "Hello, my name is Ritsucha. These are Interpretive Ears. They enable the user to understand every language that the makers knew." he pointed his salami-wide finger at his ear. "We need some help."
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