Author's Note: Hi again! I just thought I'd say a couple of things about this chapter. First off, if you remember the Elites from the previous chapter, this one will follow them for a bit. Second, if you've read my novelization of Spriggs (which I will update at some point, don't worry.), then you'll know about my little key for distinguishing between the different character's dialogue. For those that haven't read it, I'll post it again here:
"Normal font" = human dialogue
"Italicized font w/ quotes" = the Elites
Italicized w/o quotes = Usually a thought that's going through someone's mind (either human or Elite)
"Bold font" = machines (usually Fernando)

Alright, with that out of the way, on with the chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own "Outpost: Isil," Treeskunk Productions does.

Chapter Two: All Hail the Legally and Willfully Elected Leader of Nuevo Fairy Land

The Elites fled from the human base as quickly as they could. This was ridiculous - they shouldn't have been chased off by just a single human, it should have been the other way around! Yet this human was like a walking tank in that he was seemingly unstoppable; such a thing seemed impossible as far as the Elites knew.

The interior of the Elite's base was similar to the humans' base in that it was a lot larger than one would think from looking at the outside. Judging from the appearance, the Covenant had not changed the look of the structure, which was evidently of Forerunner origin. Two hallways on the left and right branched off from the entrance. The left hallway led to the fridge; the right one, to the rest of the base. If one entered the base and went straight ahead, they would have a clear view of the area behind it, which was essentially just one big ocean with two waterfalls that met in the middle, giving it a V shape.

The Elites entered the base and went to the main room. The red Elite, Freng, stood on the stairs; Grundar and Dundo, the grey and blue Elites (respectively), stopped in front of him.

"Report!" Freng said in a low, gravelly voice, still trying to catch his breath.

Grundar, however, was having an even worse time of it; his speech was interrupted in intervals as he tried to catch his breath. "Well – it looks like – that single human – managed to take out Vexler, Galmat, Taulk, Zasa, and Commander Glenma."

Dundo looked at Freng and Grundar in disbelief. "Whoa," he said. "You two need to work out more. We only ran about an eighth of a mile!"

"Aw, shove it up your ass, Dundo," Grundar said irately. "We're not the ones who take 'fun runs' every morning."

"Enough!" Freng said loudly, shutting the both of them up. He took a moment to catch his breath. "Okay, we need to rejoin and take over this – "

"Hold on," Dundo said suddenly, cutting across Freng. "Who died and made you commander?"

"Commander Glenma."

"No," Grundar said. "Why are you in charge? I mean, we're all the same rank."

"I look and sound more evil than you two," Freng said simply. "Plus, I'm a veteran."

"Yeah, Freng, and I'm a sniper vet," Grundar pointed out. "And Dundo's red armor is on the way when the humans start to retake the planet."

"I like blue, though," Dundo said.

"The point is that we're all the same rank."

"Oh, oh!" Dundo said excitedly. "I have an idea!"

"Meh, that's a first," Freng muttered.

"Let's have an election!"

"Er...a what?" Freng asked. He turned to Grundar, confused.

"It means we vote for the next leader," Grundar explained.

"Yeah!" said Dundo affirmatively. "That way, it'll be fair!"

Freng nodded. "Alright, then, let's vote."

"No, no, you've got it all wrong!" Dundo said quickly, shaking his head. "We first need a Constitution, to set up the way this base should be governed. Then, vote on laws and regulations, so that big business can't force special interest groups and force us to watch Canadian television."

Freng and Grundar stared at Dundo, trying to make sense of what they just heard.

"Is it me," Grundar said finally, "or did he just lose – "

"He's gone completely Grunt-shit," said Freng bluntly.

"Seriously, though, guys!" Dundo said.

"He's right," Grundar conceded, turning to Freng. "To make sure it's a fair vote, we need rules."

"Alright, well, let's set some up. How long can this possibly take?"

One week later…

Freng groaned irritably. "Now we've set up the Constitution of 'Fairy Land' – "

"New Fairy Land," corrected Grundar.

"Nuh-uh!" piped Dundo. "It's Nuevo Fairy Land!"

"Alright, whatever, let's just start this thing!" Freng said impatiently.

"Okay, nominations for the Great and Mighty leader of the Elite base, of this, the first-ever Fairy-Pixie Dust election day for Nuevo Fairy Land, is now open," Grundar announced in a bored voice.

"I nominate Freng!" said Dundo without a second thought.

"I second that nomination."

"I accept," said Freng. "Now who else?"

All three Elites paused, waiting for a second nomination. It was a moment before Freng realized that nobody else was going to nominate anyone.

"What?! I'm the only one running?!"

"Looks like it," Grundar said.

"You mean that I spent a week making up law and rules and regulations – and getting us side parking – to have me still be the only one nominated?!" Freng asked in furious incredulity.

"Think of it this way, Freng," Dundo said reassuringly. "You have laid the foundation for future generations to solve power disputes peacefully. You're benefiting your future children. Please, Freng, think of the children," he added in a sort of odd pleading voice.

Freng looked livid. "Dundo, Grundar," he said angrily. "Now that I am leader, I'm going to shove your heads so far up your – "

"You're not the leader yet," Dundo said, interrupting Freng again.

"What?!"

"Yeah, we still have to vote," Grundar pointed out.

"I'm running unopposed here!"

"Article Fourteen, Subsection B clearly states that – "

Freng groaned. "Then let's get the goddamn fucking vote on!"

"Noo," Dundo said in an annoying voice. "We need a voting booth first!"

"Who cares about a voting booth? Use the freakin' urinal!" Freng said, flying off the handle. "There's only two of us, and I'm the only candidate!"

"I need some privacy to deliberate over my choices," Dundo said humbly.

One day later…

Grundar took the last vote out of the box and looked at the name on it: "Freng."

"Alright, the results are in," he said, "and it looks like, yes, Freng is our new leader, two votes to none."

Freng should have been satisfied that this whole ridiculous voting thing was over, but something didn't seem to click. "Wait," he said. "There's…" He paused to count the number of Elites present. "…three here, three of us here! Who didn't vote?"

"I voted for Freng," Grundar said, immediately ruling him out.

"I obviously voted for myself…that means…Dundo!" Freng turned to Dundo, an annoyed look on his face.

"What?" Dundo said innocently. "I didn't feel right voting for someone I knew too well."

That did it. Freng glared at Dundo as he walked towards him.

"Freng…don't look at me that way," Dundo said. His expression turned to one of fear as he eyed the Covenant Carbine that Freng had just taken out. "Freng…put the Carbine down…please?"

Without hesitating, Freng started to beat every inch of Dundo that he could see, alternating between shooting and hitting him.

"You know me now, huh? You know me too much now?! Nuevo Fairy this!"

"No! Hey, stop that!" Dundo pleaded, yelling in pain as Freng vented his anger and frustration on him.

"Stop moving, I'm trying to break your ribs! And don't you stop squirming! You want me to rip those arms off?!"

Grundar rubbed his temples. This was going to be a really long day.

Author's note: ...All I can say is, R&R please!

Oh, and yes, I will update my Spriggs fic at some point. My schedule's just a little...hectic. Again.