Jan. 17: We just got back from battling the humans. They slaughtered most of us. Our blood is splashed over most of the rocks, I remember the way it glinted in the sun. I have only killed one human, but if I could, I would kill them all. The humans are mindless animals. I shall never show neither pity nor mercy to any of them, they are an infection, we shall destroy them. Destroy them…that's what the Elites say at least, they also speak of an Arbiter, that he shall lead us to victory. He will not lead us to victory, he will lead us all to death.
Jan. 20: I am tired. I have been running around for the Elites all day, doing their work for them while they converse with their idiotic prophets. I still do not understand why they rule us. We are the Grunts, alone we are weak but together, we are undefeatable. Maybe it is not the humans we should be fighting.
Jan. 25: Today the Elites said that we must fight the humans again. One of my fellow Grunts whom I have discussed Elite oppression with spoke up in disagreement, he was murdered. If they think that is the last they will see of Grunts rebelling, they are very wrong…
Jan. 31: The humans attacked our ship. Their was only a small squadron of them, they were easy to beat.
Jan. 32: As I was patrolling the lower decks of the ship, I came across a human from yesterday's fight. He was badly wounded, missing a leg. He just lay there pathetically, waiting for death. For some strange reason, I couldn't kill him. I tried, but I couldn't, so I left him. He will eventually bleed to death.
Jan. 36: We've been doing more slave work for the Elites. Toting weapons, cleaning armor, the usual. One of us accidentally dropped one of the Elite's plasma rifle, and it broke. The Elite grew enraged and began to beat my fellow Grunt. Three other Grunts who had been watching jumped into the fight and began to fight the Elite back. Two more Elites came in and slaughtered all four Grunts. They yell at the rest of us to get back to work, so we do, but the slaughter will not go unnoticed by us. We make our move tonight.
Jan. 37: I wake up with the heaviness in my heart slightly lifted. Last night we took action. We crept into where the Elites slept, and slit all of their throats. We are now in charge of this ship. Our next step is to get more followers, then go to the prophets, and kill them. Soon the Grunts shall rule. As the rest of Grunts on the ship celebrate, I creep down to the lower decks, and toss the man's body off the ship.