Authors note: I am writing a different story right now actually, just wanted to take a little time off and mess around… if you want anything else by me I am working on a novel series of my own creation outside of Halo fanfic… I have no idea where this fanfic will go just going to write and let the story make itself.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bungie or any of its affiliates. Halo is Awesome but alas not my creation so I just write about it…
Prologue:
The three feet bipedal creature known as a "grunt" by the vulgar humans ploded along lazily. Some of his companions were asleep in the hallway but Uzazat was afraid the Sangheili might come back from their negotiations with the humans.
Everything had happened so fast that Uzazat was lost. His small mind tried to contemplate what the other grunts had been talking about. Rumors of The Great Journey being false and that the Prophets were liars didn't make sense to him.
He shifted nervously fidgeting with his heavy methane tank. Wondering when Potak 'Orlamee would return and tell them what to do next. The strange grey moon that their fleet rested on was pockmarked with holes and small radio stations set up as relays for the giant SuperMac stations that defended earth.
Uzazat jumped to attention squealing for the others to wake up as several black armored Elites strode through the doors sliding shut behind them. He never had a fond liking for the Elites. They always got better food, better protection, and better weapons. It seemed that there had to be a reason but it was best if he didn't question them.
A tall elite with the majestic blue armor of the Arbiter walked out from behind the others and began speaking to the grunts.
"today we have sided with the humans… they are not our enemies, the Prophets and their accursed Brutes are the true enemies… it is still an uneasy pact we have with the humans, cycles of bitter warfare are not forgotten after a single day of talk so we must be careful around them… but any soldier who shoots one of theirs will be killed without hesitation…" said the Arbiter solemnly as if willing himself to believe it was all true.
Uzazat was willing to side with the humans. He and many other grunts had never known why they should fight the war but as always they followed orders without question.
The arbiter spoke up again causing the little grunt to squeak involuntarily.
"after our escape from Halo the prophet of Truth fled on his captured Forerunner ship and probably went back to the Jirhilanea homeworld in an attempt to bring their fleet to find the Ark. Since they have always shown such an interest in this "Earth" we will stay here to defend it… we may have a couple of days before they arrive so I want you all to get some sleep and prepare for hell…"
The heavily armed elites turned and strode out of the door as Uzazat looked around at his fellow grunts, all jumpy with fear and nerves. The battle would begin and he did not know if he could survive this one as well. Uzazat closed his eyes praying to what gods he did not know, if the Prophets had lied and the Forerunners were not to be worshiped than who was.
A blaring alarm made him jump once again as the human leader came on the nearest holo-screen. "This is admiral Hood, the covenant armada has arrived, our biggest chance to win this fight is if we have our mac cannons and your ships work in unison the disable their fleet. All human and separatist ships to full alert. May God be with you…"