Thick black clouds passed over the battlefield. The entire field was strewn with the corpses of both human and Covenant bodies. One Unggoy lay, sitting covered in a his comrades blood. Ungr-Ar was his name, and Ungr-Ar was angry. He was done with this, this war. Reach, that was the name the humans called this planet. He knew the truth however, about the humans. The Prophets were keeping something from them all, and this made Ungr-Ar feel compassion for this human he saw.
It was a human female in its primitive armor, and she looked scared. All she could do was whimper and try to crawl away, but Ungr-Ar shook his head. He barely knew any of the human's language, but he knew what the woman meant. She wanted to run from him, hide from him. Ungr-Ar shook his head and thought of the right words, "No, please. Friend. No pain." The woman's eyes widened," Why in the fuck would you help me you little shit?" Ungr-Ar sat down and sighed," Lies, Traitor. Not right."
The woman threw back her head and laughed, "A Covie showing compassion? Hah, I bet you little sh-" She paused, blood specks landed on Ungr-Ar's face. He wped them off and looked around the battlefield for a human medic. Something caught his eye, a white box on the back of one of the bodies. He ran towards it, grabbed it, and waddled back to the woman. Her eyes widened again, she was surprised. Maybe this Grunt could help her after all, "Please, the little white stick in there. Grab it." Ungr-Ar saw the syringe and handed it to the woman. She pierced it through her armor and breathed a sigh of relief. Ungr-Ar nodded, "Good. Yes?" The woman nodded back, "Yeah, good."
Ungr-Ar talked to the woman for ten more minutes. It was more like listening. She told him of how his race had killed her people, and he did his best to explain his situation. See, Ungr-Ar was in service to the Prophets as a servant, and as a servant he had access to a great deal of knowledge, by eavesdropping of course. One day, however, he was caught and ended up on a troop transport headed into a suicide mission. The woman, who's name was Karol, listened and tried her best to listen to the Unggoy, "So. you're saying that because you heard them talk about some big plan they sent you here. Lucky you weren't killed. Then I wouldn't have the little more time that you gave me." Ungr-Ar nodded, Karol was nice enough to tell him she was probably going to die, but she would give him her dog-tags so he could help the humans.
An hour later of talk, and Karol passed peacefully. The little Unggoy had learned a lot. He wouldn't forget this, and remembered to grab her dog-tags. Ungr-Ar took the woman's helmet as well and placed it over his head. Slowly, he turned to look at the sky. It was a little lighter, and Ungr-Ar would never forget this as he started off into the distance. hoping to find either humans or maybe even to teach his own kind this way of life.