Eyes of the Enemy
Chapter 4
AN--This is probably going to be the shortest chapter in the fic, probably because I know very little about the Engineers other than what I've seen from the books. They also look adorable! =)
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Fix it!
A slender, cilia filled tendril carefully explored the damaged Ghost engine. She chirped once in instinctual glee.
Fix it! Fix it! Fix it!
Another floated up behind her, blinking his six eyes in unison. She bleated angrily. This was her thing to fix! He could find another broken thing! He signed in defeat and hovered away. She resumed fixing. It would have taken a great number of highly skilled humans to fix a completely broken Ghost engine in two minutes.
It took the Engineer thirty five seconds.
Satisfied that the broken thing was working again, the bubbly, playful urge to fix it was gone. She turned and saw that the other was not floating. He was on the ground and not moving. Bright purple skin was now an ugly gray.
She screamed.
Hovering as fast as her body allowed, she floated away, screaming a warning. Tall ones dressed in gold led her away to a safer place. There were bodies on the ground; bodies of the little ones, the cruel ones, and the tall ones. Then she saw a body she could not recognize, one that was fairly tall, pink, and covered in red. She wondered if it was perhaps part of the ones that gave her things to fix. She had never seen one before and the way it lay still saddened her. She gently laid her third and fourth tentacles on the creature, sighing.
Was this what she fixed for? So more things could die? She hadn't ever thought of that before. Fixing as a wrong thing? Impossible! She loved to fix.
She turned her body around, softly chirping, and watched as tall ones and little ones and cruel ones fired guns she had fixed at creatures she did not know and did not hate. The Engineer felt a wave of sorrow. If she hadn't fixed those things...the creatures would not be screaming and crying over fallen comrades and their own wounds.
She keened loudly in grief. This shouldn't be. Things should not die screaming and in fear.
What were the ones who gave her things to fix called? She strained her memory. Covenant? Yes, yes, that was right! Well, as soon as they got out of here, she would go to whoever led this Covenant, and tell them that she was not going to watch things die. She would tell them to stop this war and—
A Banshee was coming in for a landing a few units away from her and she could tell by the sound of the engine that it was not working properly. She squealed in delight, chirping and twittering as she floated over to the broken thing, forgetting whatever she had been thinking about.
Fix it! Fix it! Fix it!