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Super Covenant -part1- Handicapped Elites?
Posted By: Matt James<raptor-22@att.net>
Date: 1 April 2003, 5:28 PM
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Cryto sits alone in a tree shining and polishing his Great Curve katana "Ow! Shit, yep, still sharp."
"Squawk, Squawk . . .POW!!"
Cryto, "Heh, someone's eatin' good tonight."
This was his home, the dense Covenant woodland of Jerg. It was full of wildlife for hunting and the water was as pure as you could find, it suited the Elites' taste at least. Cryto was a warrior of his own kind, kind of a Rogue Ninja if you will, and he was very friendly. To him, you were a friend if you entered the forest and left it the way you found it.
"Cryto! Puff, puff, gulp. Come quick, one of our Sergo Beasts is having pups!"
"Well I'll be damned, the bitch got pregnant." Says Cryto as he sheaths his sword and jumps out of the tree.
"Come, you must hurry!"
Cryto, "I'm coming Mica!"
Mica is Cryto's caretaker for the animals at his home. He is a 10 com (Covenant year) old Nimba, which is like a 4-foot mouse with orange fur, who acts like he has a constant supply of sugar running through his blood stream, this is probably because he knows where the sugar blossom grows in this part of the land.
"MrrrAAAH!" the Sergo Beast screams as she starts going through labor.
Cryto, "Mica, go grab a wet cloth and hand me that knife over there."
Mica, "Yes Cryto."
Cryto, "Hurry! I see a head, oh crap, oh crap . . . come on Mica!"
Mica, "Here!"
Mica hands Cryto the cloth and the knife and Cryto starts to try and calm down the Sergo as he slowly helps her get the first pup out. The pup slides out and Cryto wipes it off with the cloth.
Two mecas (Covenant hour) later . . .
Cryto, "How many did you count Mica?"
Mica, "Still counting, hold on . . . . . 37 and 38, 38 good, healthy Sergo Beast pups sir."
As you can clearly see, Cryto was nervous for a reason, this was only his second Sergo pregnancy and these animals can have up to fifty pups at a time.
Mica, "Well, at least you didn't have to use the"
"MrrrAAAHH!"
"knife . . . ."
Cryto stares at Mica coldly and than walks over to the new mother.
Cryto with a whiny voice, "Damn it."
1 meca later . . . .
Cryto, "Whoever invented the D-section needs to be killed slowly."
Mica, "I was wrong, make that 46. Does she have that much milk?"
Cryto as he pushes Mica jokingly, "Shut up Mica."
Zoom out slowly to birds-eye-view to show someone running towards Cryto's home from the outside of the forest.
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"AARGHHH!!!"
The screams of Elites echo down the halls of the Covenant secret service military base.
Scientist, "Sir, his vitals are fading."
General, "Well do something!"
Scientist, "Sir, we are doing everything within our abilities to save these Elites but it isn't helping. Our technology may be more advanced than the Humans but they are faster to discover things."
General, slams fist on desk, which breaks "The next time you suggest that the humans are better than we are you will be very sorry, you got that?!"
Scientist, "Ye, yes sir."
General Clerg has always been known to lose his temper very easily; he once picked up a Ghost and threw it at three of his commanding officers. They were too afraid to do anything to this Hunter so they never spoke a word of it to anybody.
"BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP, click"
Scientist, "He's gone sir"
The scientist flinches as General Clerg lifts his hand and covers his face.
General, "Keep trying Lam."
The general walks out the door. Slamming and pounding can be heard as it fades down the hallway.
Scientist, "We won't have a military if we keep this up."
"Mmmm, where the hell am I? Huh, why the hell can't I move my legs?! AAAAHHH!!"
Scientist, "Calm down, please! You'll wake the others."
"But my legs!"
The startled Elite goes to lift his arms but . . .
Elite, "What the?! I can't move my arms either! What the hell is going on? Uhhhh . . ."
The Elite faints and slumps down in his bed. All ten of the Elites in the room are out cold and each one of them has a different defect about them. One is completely orange and his skin is bumpy, like acid ate through him and another is missing an arm. These are the new test subjects of the Covenant secret service (CSS). The project is called the CST, short for Covenant Spartan Technology.
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