Eyes of the Enemy
Chapter 3
Disclaimer—Halo is property of Microsoft and Bungie studios.
AN—Heyy...whaddya know? People like my brain shit. =) Thanks for reviewing, guys, and I'm really surprised anyone liked it. Since I only have a few reviews now, I'll address them individually.
Galatic Conquest—I'll do my best to RR yours when I have the time, but at this moment, I've barely got time to go on my computer. Thank you for reviewing!
Kulatu—I was going for interesting. =) And yes, I know they're short as hell, but I'm not a great writer in any way, shape, or form, so this is the most I can spit out of my head. It'll be a helluva lot better when the chapters are all down and you can read them all at once, I suppose. Maybe.
Spacefan—Thanks for the kind words. Depicting aliens in a human way always bothered me. Like when people try to make H.R.Giger's Aliens sentient and remorseful. It's a nice concept, but I like my shadowy killing machines a lot better. And w00t for me for being unique! -
B.R. Wells—I'm assuming you liked it. Kada'Yisemee and Teyo'Jerumee are ancient characters from approximately a thousand dead fanfics I wrote wayyy back when Halo first came out. I've always ended up slaughtering one of them in a horrible way to prevent them from getting together. I'm an evil person. -
red blood white feathers—Thank you very much! Awesome name BTW.
And, err, if you're a huge Grunt fan, I wouldn't read this...
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Geg sniffed the air warily. He couldn't smell anything but the putrid stench of Grunts sweating in their armor and the familiar familial scent of his partner; no humans on his side. Kel squawked once, the all clear signal.
Good. No humans.
"All right, gassers," he barked to the small group of Grunts under his command. "There's no humans. You know what that means." He clicked his beak in amusement as the Grunts started to cower.
"No Elites."
Geg stood over the diminutive little idiots and grinned.
"The Jackals are in charge today."
He heard one of them whimper.
"Kel!" he asked loudly, turning his head to his companion. "Which one do you like?"
Kel made a show of raising his head crest, a sign of intense concentration. "Ooo, I'm not sure, Geg." He started circling the group of Grunts. "Hmm...I think this one is nice." He jabbed his beak in the group, sending them backing away. Geg laughed, swiping at them from behind with his pistol.
"I like that one too, friend. Let's see, what could we—"
"NOT ME!" shouted one of the orange clad gassers, stupidly running in front of Geg and bowing low in some pathetic attempt to gain his mercy. "Please, please don't—"
Geg smacked the Grunt's head with his plasma pistol—hard. Kel laughed as the Grunt screamed, dizzily climbed to his feet and attempted to run back into the group, tripping and falling to the dirt. The Jackal stood over the fallen gasser, flipped him on his back roughly with a hoof, and spat on his face. The diminutive little alien squeaked in fear as Kel put his face very close to his, clicking his beak viciously.
"No gasser speaks unless he's spoken to," he told the Grunt and removed the methane breather from his mouth.
The little Grunt thrashed wildly for a minute, fumbling for his respirator and finding it crushed beneath Kel's hoof. The last thing the Grunt ever saw was a helmeted Jackal, snapping his beak and crowing in cruel laughter.
Geg kicked the carcass into the surf, watching as the waves gently lapped around the small body. He sniffed in disgust, and then turned to watch Kel address the rest of the Grunts.
"The rest of you stupid gassers are going to start digging, unless you want to end up like the idiot over there! I want the hole three units deep, or else I make you walk back to base without your breathers!"
He glared at the cowering Grunts with merciless, bulbous orange eyes.
"And if any of you stop before I order you to stop, Geg and I will make you suffer like the Gods damned you from Paradise."
There was a flurry of panicked movement as the seven Grunts desperately began clawing the earth, sending a cloud of dirt into the air.
Geg raised his head crest in confusion at his companion. "We had Artifact duty?"
"No," Kel replied, pausing to take a swig of water from his ration pack. "I just love to see the gassers suffer."
Geg chuckled. "You amaze me, Kel."
The Jackal clicked his beak in what passed as a grin among his specie.