Fair warning, graphic content. Heed this warning if you are not crazy, sadistic, or just plain old gore lover. Has a child being ripped out of the womb. Again you've been warned. NMCC means New Mombasa Central Correctional.

NMCC, Rookie, age 19:

"God damn it, son! I did everything to raise you." My mother says, "Your father would be ashamed of you. He…"

"Don't bring him into this!" I shout through the protective glass, "He died serving, and you, he died getting away from your bitching; now you start bitching to me."

She is taken back from my truth. My father hated her after my birth.

"That may be so, but you're still my baby boy." Her voice cracks.

I yell again at her, "Your baby boy's dead! He's been replaced by the devil. Cry. See if we care."

My mother dashes out sobbing in her hands. I'm the epitome of disrespect thy mother.

"Move it prisoner #405-58." A guard orders. I'm just a number here.

I don't care what happens, I'll still have my prison bitches. I'm king in here. I look out for no one but myself.

ONI installation, Rookie, age 23:

Rehe has fallen asleep and I am preparing for lifting weights that ONI ever so kindly provided. I put 220 pounds of weight on the bar and stretch.

Before I begin my first rep, the cell door hisses open. I turn to stand guard by Rehe, but I'm grabbed by a soldier in riot gear. She slowly moves me out of the cell, covers my mouth, and puts me in a choke hold. Like I'd ever hit a woman on purpose. Why would she wear the heavy gear?

The cell door closes and the riot trooper releases me. Two more guards corner me and I set my eyes to the cell entrance. I will protect Rehe, because she is more than an alien. Even if she doesn't know what she means to me.

"Blake. How are you doing today?" a woman asks from behind the soldiers, "Turns out that your girlfriend's species has defected from the Covenant. We'll have to let you go, but she'll stay behind."

I clench my fists by my sides, "And if I stay?"

"You'll be put in a smaller cell. Not that you'd mind." She says.

I quickly counter, "Don't care. As long as I can protect her from you, I'll be fine."

She prepares to speak, but the structure shakes.

"What was that, corporal?" she asks over her comm system. A few moments later she curses under her breath.

Fuck. It can't be good.

I'm thrown to the floor as the roof collapses behind the ONI bastards. The one in riot gear is struggling to stand.

I regain my footing and three jackals, armed with beam rifles, drop from the hole. Following them is a brute minor.

"Execute them. No human or Sangheili left alive." The hairy beast orders, "Do it you short bastards out I'll eat you myself!"

If they understand English, maybe I could use it against the brute.

Speaking of brutes. The ape grabs the riot gear soldier and tears through the padding right to her innards. Her yells are of pain and mercy. Her entrails make sickening plops on the floor as they continue to fall. However, one plop sounds different. I look to the entrails and see a fetus lying in the center of the carnage. That's probably why she wore it, to protect it from me; but the brute made short work of her preparations.

The brute laughs at his work and steps towards me. I am not a quick thinker unless Dalton is fighting, but if I fight, then my plan is ruined.

"Hey jackals, help me and we can live without the brutes. What have they done for you anyway?" I ask as the bird faced snipers contemplate on my question, "They think they can take your females and mate with them." I desperately continue gambling.

Did I really say mate with them. Dear God.

"Bastards use you for your sight. They can't see their own feet. But you, you can see for miles without assistance." Dalton tries flattering them as the ape grabs our throat.

I strain out a final sentence, "If elites left for the truth, then why not follow the elites in their own Great Journey to righteousness?"

The brute begins squeezing my throat slowly. My eyes are succumbing to the darkness. It's only a matter of time before my skull pops off. I'm just waiting for the end.

"Though… I walk… through… the valley… of… the shadow… of death. I shall… fear no… evil… for thou… art with… me." I pray for a peaceful afterlife and the Lord's guidance in my demise.

The brute loosens its grip on my throat and I fall to the floor. The brute has three concentrated plasma holes in his neck. The jackal trio must have came to accept my thoughts. Even though I had no idea what I was saying.

"Hu-man, what you have Kig-Yar do?" the tallest one of them asks.

ONI installation, Rehe, age 23:

The sound of beam rifles are coming from behind the door. Rookie must have been taken through the human portal. I pray to The Gods that he is safe. He is the closest I have to a friend.

He's more than a friend. I pray that he feels the same. Am I crazy! He would prefer human company over me. But still.

I desperately try prying the door open. Rookie will be safe and I will finally admit that I have a fling for him. My hearts will belong to him and no one else.

I'll say, "Rookie, you have brought happiness and an unknown feeling to me. I am curious that if you don't have a mate, will you be mine?" Perfect. That is what I'll tell him. If I could get the door open.

I have my entire body against the door and trying with my strength. It won't budge, but I must save Rookie.

The door opens quickly and I fall forward, snapping my eyes shut out of instinct. A warm; wet; soft sensation connects with my upper jaw. I hear a grunting sound in front of my closed eyes; the strange sensation never leaves after I stop falling.

Quickly I snap my eyes open. The one before me has pale skin, short hair, and a surprised look on his face. Rookie's eyes are filled with shock and pleasure. I roll off of him and assist in his standing.

"Sorry." I quickly blurt out in Sangheili.

"Qui?" he replies in a new language. His face turns a bright red as he faces three Kig-Yar.

I snarl viciously at them to protect my human. He's still a close friend and I will die for him.

Rookie speaks to them instead of me, "Two of you lead us to the armory; the other provides covering fire."

"Who lead?" one of them asks amongst themselves.

I sigh and glance at Rookie's face. He has a tiny smile and idiotic air around him. He glances to me and I feel my blood rush to my face.

"Didn't know you could turn purple." He whispered to me at the moment the Kig-Yar begin moving.