The Virus Part 3
Posted By: monitor101<wasup1989@hotmail.com>
Date: 5 May 2003, 3:30 AM
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(Covenant Dropship en route to Covenant cruiser orbiting Bisson 11, 0940 hours, August 3, 2552)
The Prophets
The Grunt Nosliw sat in the left troop compartment of the Dropship. He stared off into space, his mind replaying the grusome images he had seen earliar. His mind shifted to the memorys of that day that he would never forget, more than of 20 year units ago.
He was a young Grunt fresh out of the academy. It was his first assignment on the field. The brass had heard reports of enemy activity in the sector so his unit was sent to patrol the area and was ready 12 time units into the mission when out of no where a hail of Human projectiles filled the air and suddenly a Human grenade fell out of the thick trees that surrounded them. As soon as the grenade touched the gorund the firing stopped and the Humans fled. The grenade did not explode instead a vapor like mist sprayed out of it and filled the air. Nosliw then remembered running and looking back at his fellow comrades who all were trying to flee but were all sprawled on the ground clutching their throats.
Nosliw's mind scrambled back to reality as the Dropship decelerated and prepared to dock in the cruiser.
Klar Kunamee stood as the Dropship's troopbay doors dropped. He hopped out and turned around to look at the little Grunt. "You Grunt follow me," Kunamee said and headed for the exit.
Nosliw looked blankly at the Elite. He thought best to follow him and avoid any trouble. Nosliw ran out of the hanger and caught up to the Elite. "Excellency with all do respect where are we going on such short notice?" he asked.
"We are going to the Council. It appears that they have already been informed of the Plague," Kunamee said.
"Excellency did you say the council?" Nosliw's eyes buldged out of their sockets.
"Indeed I did and the Council does not like to have Grunts in their midst. Stay at my side at all times, do not say a word and don't show fear if you do then they will kill you. You are lucky Grunt the council insisted that you come along for reasons unknown to me they normally hate even hearing the name Grunt and what is your name?" Kunamee stared down at the Little Grunt who was almost running to keep up with his steady stride.
"No...Nos...li...Nosliw sir..I mean excellency," Nosliw almost fainted. The Council of Prophets wanted him a Grunt? He tried to hide the uncontrolable shaking in his hands but they rattled as if he were in an earth quake.
"Well Nosliw what did I say about showing fear the next thing I need is to order a clean up of a Grunt corpes in the Prophets chamber."
They entered a waiting room and another gold Elite walked up to them.
"Ah Klar Kumamee you finally made commander and it is a pleasure to see you after all these units," the Elite said.
"Hell Meko Moramee a Prophet aid and it is good to see you again," Kunamee bowed his head.
Nosliw watched as Both Elites bowed heads. A a strange greeting custom. He looked at the stranger named Moramee who glanced at him and frowned.
"And I see you have brought the Grunt," Moramee said with a hint of anger in his voice. "Come they are waiting."
Nosliw followed them though a door and into a large chamber that echoed with each passing foot step. The chamber was huge and pitch black.
"Do exactly as I do and don't talk and maybe you will make it out of hear alive," Kunamee whispered.
The comment didn't shed to much light on Nosliw nor did it heighten his spirits. He gulped and followed closely behind Kunamee. Suddenly a light flooded the room revealing eight Prophets hovering a full unit off the ground.
Nosliw was on the verge of passing out and trying to keep himself from running out of the room. He looked at the Prophets with their tall head dresses on and grav belts supending them in mid-air. He watched as Kunamee bowed his head. Nosliw did the same and raised his head.
"Masters as you have summoned I have brought you the Elite Klar kunamee and the Grunt," Moramee said bowing his head.
"Yes thank you Moramee. Ah Klar Kunamee you have come to our council bringing the Grunt Nosliw with you," a minor Prophet said.
"Yes I have as instructed master Prophet," Kunamee answered.
"Now tell us about the Plague," the Prophet said.
Kunamee retold the story about how they had found the body and so on. Nosliw was half awake when he heard his name called.
"GRUNT! Tell us your part of the story," the Prophet demanded almost at a shout.
"Yes master Prophet," Nosliw said imitating Kunamee's words. "When we were engaging the Humans on the planet I saw one of them toss what looked like a grenade into the middle of a group of us and instead of an explosion a vapor like mist came out and all of the of my comrades who were enveloped in the mist came down with the Plague," Nosliw said.
"Yes your mind tells the same story and you have seen the Plague befor," the Prophet said.
"Now Kunamee and Nosliw leave us for we have an exacution to witness," another Prophet said.
Kunamee bowed, rose and turned around and headed for the exit. Nosliw closely followed. As Nosliw exited he looked bacl to see Moramee holding a Plasma sword above a blue Elites head. Nosliw watched as Moramee with one swift thrust drove the blabe into the Elite's neck. The Elite fell to the ground, a pool of purple/black blood formingaround the body. That made Nosliw run even faster out of the room. When he exited into the corridor he sighed with relief. He had made it out alive.
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