Fri May 22, 2020 3:11 pm
Fri May 22, 2020 5:02 pm
This was so awesome!!! You have to finish it! I need to know what happened to Lopab!!!Murple wrote: ↑Fri May 22, 2020 3:11 pmA Grunt’s Decision
Lopab walked through the crowd of his fellow frightened unggoy. He, like the others, didn’t know what was going on. He tried to get a better look at whatever it was his friends were gathered around. He found a box and climbed onto it. In the middle of the crowd was a prophet on a large screen. Lopab thought it was the Prophet of Truth, but he wasn’t sure. It had been quite awhile since the prophets had spoken to grunts.
Lopab could barely hear his leader over the nervous crowd. All he made out was something about an assassination and betrayal. The prophet directed the crowd to what he called a “safe house”, though Lopab doubted any of them were safe.
A formation of banshees escorting a phantom flew overhead. An unggoy nearby said military craft never go near this area of the city. The grunts within earshot of him sped up with fear, and the ones behind followed their lead. Everyone was beginning to panic. Lopab always had the tiniest bit more common sense than his brethren, and broke off from the group.
Lopab slunk through the winding alleys of the Covenant holy city, High Charity. He walked for about 30 minutes. He was completely lost, even though he spent his entire life in the city. Lopab heard a scream. Not a grunt’s scream. It was deeper. Stronger. In an adjacent ally. The terrified grunt peeked around a corner. In front of him lay a hairy mass in a pool of reddish blue liquid that must’ve been a brute. A red armored elite stood over it holding a spear with two prongs, panting. His back was turned on the grunt, who took this opportunity to run.
Lopab was more confused than ever. When he was trained for combat, he was told to do whatever the elites and brutes said. He was always shown film of them valiantly fighting side by side. Lopab stopped, leapt behind a crate, and sat down, struggling for breath. He didn’t know what to think anymore.
He was shocked to see the crate he was hiding behind lifted nine feet in the air and flung down on an elite who immediately dropped dead. A hulking monument of fur turned to face him. It was a brute. The ape screamed at him to fight. Lopab jumped up. He had seen what happens to grunts who don’t listen to brutes. He didn’t know what he was supposed to be fighting, but didn’t dare ask. Suddenly, some of the reddish blue liquid splashed on his arm and face. The brute standing over him toppled over with a familiar spear in his back. The elite from before ran past and pulled his spear out of the corpse without pausing. He ran on, advancing on a small group of three brutes.
Lopab doubted the Sangheili’s ability to kill multiple of those giants at once. But then again, only members of the honor guard, the most accomplished warriors in the Covenant, had those spears. The elite jumped at one of the brutes who swung a huge hairy fist at the mandibled head. The Sangheili dodged just in time and countered by stabbing his spear under the Jiralhanae’s arm. One of the golden prongs came out the hairy shoulder with a sickening crunch and a spurt of reddish blue blood. The stunned brute toppled, the spear still lodged in his arm. The elite could not pull it out in time to block one of the other apes, a chieftain, to land a near fatal blow with a gravity hammer on the red armored alien. He flew against a nearby wall, but somehow held on to consciousness. The third brute drew his mauler and fired, popping the elite’s shields. The Sangheili reeled back, faking out the advancing brute, whipped out and energy sword, and swung at the column of hair who stepped to the side not quite fast enough.
A severed arm fell in front of Lopab, with a moaning Jiralhanae beside it. The chieftain looked surprised. Most brutes consider themselves to be the strongest members of the Covenant. This one was no exception. It’s moment of shock gave the elite time to steady himself and prepare an attack. The brute turned his head to see the elite charging at him. He slammed his hammer on the metal street, leaving a sizable crack, and swung it at the elite.
A sword and hammer clashed, destroying both. The chieftain saw he had the upper hand and grabbed the elite by the neck. The Sangheili was slammed against a wall and being strangled. His plasma rifle fell out of its holster and onto the floor. He briefly made eye contact with Lopab, and kicked the rifle towards the fearful grunt. Lopab picked up the rifle, unsure of what to do. He knew if he fired on the brute, he would be helping an honor guard. He had always dreamed of working with the greatest Sangheili warriors. If he shot the elite, brutes would not be after him. In training he saw film of a brute ripping its enemy’s arms off. Gunfire had been erupting all over High Charity since he saw the first dead brute. Lopab didn’t even know if the Covenant was still on it’s Great Journey. There was no time to think.
Lopab closed his eyes and pulled the trigger.
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