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Super Covenant by Matt James
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Super Covenant -part1- Handicapped Elites?
Date: 1 April 2003, 5:28 PM
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.
Super Covenant -part2- Cryto's Sorrow
Date: 7 April 2003, 4:21 PM
The three suns of the Covenant planet were slowly rising, each one a different color. Blue, Red, and Orange, each brighter than the other. Dawn broke and Cryto slowly rose out of his hammock, which was in a tree, Cryto loved to sleep in the trees when the weather seemed promising.
"Squawk, Squawk . . . splat."
Cryto, "Ahhh, you little bastich. You'll pay for that stupid Drakkor! Damn flying rats."
Cryto is kind of grumpy when he wakes up in the morning, of course most people would get angry if a Drakkor craps on them.
Cryto, as he wipes the bowels off of his fore arm, "I wonder what Mica is making for breakfast today?"
Cryto jumps out of the tree and walks towards his home; it is a small home with a stable attached to the side and a large field where the trees start to clear out, for the wildlife.
Cryto, "Sniff, sniff, mmmmm, I smell Jerboa Berry Waflets, nice choice Mica."
"Shuffle, shuffle, BOOM!"
Cryto, unsheathes sword from scabbard, "What the hell was that?!"
"BOOM, BOOM, POW!"
Cryto, "Who is there?! Show yourself now!"
"SCREEECH!!! RAWR!"
All of a sudden Cryto sees a blur right before his eyes before something decks him in the face with something sharp.
Cryto, "Awwww!! You son of a BITCH!! I said show yourself you coward!"
Cryto begins slashing blindly with his sword. He knows he hits something on the last thrust. Eyes bloody and filled with tears, Cryto stumbles and falls to one knee. Something comes into view about 5 freets (Covenant yard) in front of him. Cryto's eyes enlarge as he realizes what he went up against. Ignoring the pain of his face he runs into his home leaving the body behind.
Cryto, "Mica! Mica where are you?! Mic. . . . oh no, oh no, oh NOOOOOOO!!"
When Cryto walked into the kitchen he saw what had took Mica so long to come outside and see what was going on. The scene disgusted him and also horrified him at the same time. He saw his friend bloody, disemboweled, and mutilated.
Cryto, "If only I had been here sooner, it's my fault Mica, it's all my fault."
Cryto vomited and then walked outside. The body was gone, Cryto looked at where the body used to be but he didn't see it or one, single drop of blood. When he looked up at where he first heard the noises he saw what all the loud noises were. The beast had knocked down trees just to get through the forest; Cryto immediately fell to his knees and cried. He walked into his house and tried to clean up his friend's body the best he could, as his tears fell he reminisced about the first time he met Mica.
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Mica, "Hey! Give it back! I paid for it with my money not so that you could just walk up and snatch it like a little bastard!"
Thief, "What was that you little mouse? I outta squash you like a little bug."
The thief, a Sward Singre, raised his Zanbato ready to bring it down upon little Mica's puny body.
"Hey!"
Someone yelled out at the thief. As he looks around he becomes confused and decides he just heard the wind.
"Up here!"
Thief, as he looks up, "What the, hey, who are you? Get of my Zanbato you little monkey.
As he runs down the large sword and unsheathes his Great Curve Katana, "He told you to give it back, now do it!"
"Slash, shiiing"
Thief, "Uhhhhhh. . . ."
As the thief fell to the ground, the stranger grabs the parcel out of the air and lands in front of Mica.
Stranger, "I believe this is yours."
Mica, "Um, thanks?"
Stranger, "No problem, stay out of trouble."
As the stranger begins to walk off Mica grabs him.
Mica, "Wait! What's your name, I want to repay you for your troubles."
Stranger, "Hey, don't worry about it, I'm just glad I could help."
Mica, "But I must know your name, surely you have one?"
Stranger, chuckles, "Well if you must know, it's Cryto, Cryto Laksur."
Mica, "Oh, well, I'm Mica Blackloth. Are you sure I can't repay you, maybe I could do some housework, or . . . something."
Cryto, "Oh, you're homeless, I see. Well why don't you come live with me for a while, I could pay you to work and eventually you could buy yourself a house someday."
Mica, "Really!? Could I? Wow, thank you Mr. Laksur!"
Cryto, eye twitches, "Please, just call me Cryto."
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1 meca later. . .
Cryto, ". . . and in my mind I will pray, that in my heart you will stay. . . take it easy old buddy."
And as Cryto walked away from his old friend's grave he shed tears but he knew what had to be done. The sunsets seemed even more beautiful that evening; it was as if Mica became one of those suns.
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