Halo 3:Unggoy

It is the Ninth Age of Reclamation, a hopeful period for the Covenant, and the culmination of the war grows near. In just two months, two Halos have been found, only for some impedment by the Humans to prevent the launch of their Journey. Some, high above, cherish its arrival. Others, down below, think only day by day. Honcha was one of them. Then an accident occurred, on a foolish bet with traitorous foes, and things took turn for the worse. For Honcha, it was a death nearly escaped from him, a respite from this nightmare that slipped right out of grasp. But then he will discover that the accident that nearly cost him his life shall be the event that will allow to keep it when all others won't, and that same life he no longer valued shall become the life he will fight to defend, to restore it to those whose death was undeserved, lost in exchange for the culmination of their Journey.

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Chapter 1
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 * "You there! Unggoy!" snarled the Elite. He was a massive fellow in silver-white armor and his mandibles crackled as he said those words. It had been years since he had to fight with Unggoy and now he preferred to avoid them, but for one to enter his lance's barracks?! Despicable!

The Unggoy in question was running over too him upon hearing those orders. Two beam screws were in his hands and from the looks of his armor, he was no veteran to battle.


 * The Elite gave him a swipe with his arm but the Unggoy's head was much lower than he expected and he only ended up hurting hand. At this, it started backing away slowly, then made dash for the door but the Elite manged to catch his arm, hoisted up into the arm, and brought him up close to his face.

"Now, Unggoy, what came into your mind to be such an idiot as to enter our barracks?"


 * "Ah... curiosity?"

"Curiousity? Back when I was your size, I had teaching taught to me about curiosity! It said:'Curiosity is what leads to all wars!' So go ahead and stay! I command you to! But if you choose to do so, I may just have to call down a war on you! Understood?"


 * "Yes, 'Ee Ultra!" The Elite nodded at this and put him down. The Unggoy then began gathering up his tools and stood there.

"Unggoy! Why aren't you leaving?"


 * "Ummm... you told me too?"

"When did I tell that, Unggoy?!"


 * "Well, "Ee Ultra, you said, 'I command you to' and..."

The Elite's hand twitched toward his Plasma Rifle. And with that, the Unggoy took off. One more misunderstanding, but one less war for the Covenant.

To be continued...