Chapter 2: A history Lesson

OOC: Damn those stupid spelling mistakes and dumb writers block…

So, Chapter 2 was meant to be up next week, but since I have time…I think I could write this quite easily. School's pretty light on my head at the moment, so I should be able to do SOMETHING…

Disclaimer: Can I get up now?
Me: Nope

(( Gets shot some more with dual SMGs ))

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"Right class…" A short, stout man said as he walked towards a desk near the front of the classroom. "Today we will be learning about the history of the galaxy, we shall start with the "Crusade of the Prophets", a war fought a century ago by-"

A hand suddenly shot up just after the teacher spoke those last few words, the boy who was doing so was looking none to happy about what he was studying at the moment.

The teacher gave a small sigh before speaking mildly like he usually does "Yes, Jecht, what is it?"

"Sir, if I may." Jecht said, acting innocently. "Can you not just say 'the war against humanity'? It would give our forefathers slightly more dignity."

The teacher stared at Jecht sternly. "Obviously he said something that would possibly get himself killed," the teacher thought, "better carry on." After a few seconds of staring, the teacher returned to his normal, emotionless voice, and droned on.

Jecht was staring angrily at his teacher. "Who's he to just ignore that," he thought, looking around his classroom. "Bowing down to the prophets like that, look at us, all in torn covenant clothing which mostly don't fit. Look at this classroom; it's a wreck, because the covenant doesn't care a single bit about this place. Our forefathers didn't die to find their children and grandchildren in mere rags and going to rickety shacks to find whatever scrap of education that might come to them, and then finding someone of our kind praising them"

Deciding to ignore this fact for now, Jecht opened his torn, paper book and began to listen to whatever that imbecile of a teacher would teach to him. It was not really Jecht's fault; he was in a lesson that strikes straight into the centre of his emotions. History lessons nowadays are usually about this subject, probably because the covenants want to rub the human's emotional wounds with salt by providing literature that painfully describes every single bit of detail, of every single victory, of every single human death in this war, you just cannot be as sadistic as that. Of course it is the recorder's job to do this, but you cannot possibly write that 2000 humans died when the real casualties (including wounded and missing.) were only 200.

Bitterly continuing with the daily lessons Jecht was more than a bit happy when he got out of the concrete warehouse that was meant to be a university. Walking around the street he watched all the younger kids playing innocently without any information of what had happened in the past.

"I wish I was like them, I used to be like them, but not anymore." Jecht thought in silence. "Not anymore…"

Just then his silent mind was suddenly broken by the voices of two of his best friends, Andre and Crystal. A small smile appeared across his young looking face. A reasonably tall boy that could have played in a basketball team if it was not completely forgotten a decade ago after the restriction period the covenant set up after a few human rebellions, all forms of entertainment that could have influenced rebellion was banned (for some reason, basketball was too, probably because the player could easily infiltrate elite bases because of their worked up height.). Blue, shining eyes almost hid his ever-fuelled hatred for the covenant, while his brown hair was long, but does not stretch anywhere lower than the head.

"Hello there!" Crystal shouted happily, obviously she's had a very good day. A popular student she was doing well in all classes. The teachers like her, even some covenant schools considered taking her in to train her up to work for civil purposes. But she rejected because of the same reasons as most other humans. A good-humoured person, she can be a bit difficult at times…

Andre on the other hand simply gave a grin; he is basically like Jecht in terms of everything but the hatred for the covenant. He is like the newsperson, the one providing all the information needed by the school newssheet and the one who told Jecht about the Red Faction.

"How's it going you two!" Jecht said as though he forgot about this morning. Walking up to his two best pals he gave the ordinary greeting of shaking hands, then he turned to Andre, who was fumbling through his ripped bag for something.

"So about the 'project'," Jecht said (Project is the secret name between the three for the red faction.) "Is it almost ready yet?"

"Almost…" Andre said, before taking something out of his bag, which Jecht saw was a plastic disc. "We still need more people to join though, this project needs a lot more members than the odd thousand people. Remember, this is throughout all of the covenant ground."

"Right." Crystal said, before taking over Andre's part to explain. "Also the comm. System will not be up till say…next Tuesday? We're not that sure. You should come tonight. It is your first time here, and there's quite a lot of people you would want to meet."

"Ok." Jecht finally said, and began to turn away.

"Wait!" Andre exclaimed. "You forgot this!"

Andre gave the plastic disk that he just took out of his bag and tossed it lightly at Jecht, which landed with a soft thump noise right in the middle of Jecht's hand. Giving a grin Jecht turned towards his destination and walked (putting the disc into his pocket.), his pace remained fast all the way until he reached his home. Which was once a block of apartments that was for people in high places. Running up the concrete paved staircase and up several flights of steps he reached his home, which was locked securely in place by a swipe-lock. Taking a small, plastic card out of his rucksack he swiped the thing gently down the security lock, making the door swing back slowly as though it was being blown by a light, gentle breeze.

Taking his old bag off and throwing it aside onto the ripped couch he walked hurriedly into his room and sat down at his seat. Turning the computer on he slotted the silver disc in, and watched as the computer hummed quietly. Relaxing on his study chair he waited patiently for the old computer to slowly and painfully load it's program.

Five minutes passed and the program was only a fifth loaded. Getting impatient he stood up and walked over to the window beside his bed, where he could get a decent view outside. All he saw from this point was the tall, concrete buildings of the ghetto, of human design a century past. Many structures were still being repaired, when it's destroyer knocked it over sixty odd years ago.

Looking out the window he suddenly heard a cry of help below, staring down right to ground level, he saw from sky view that two covenant policemen were beating someone up for no obvious reason. People were shouting inaudible things at the two elites, but were silenced when one drew a plasma pistol and yelled something, which made them, shut up.

Growling angrily he kicked his bedroom door open and rushed out, quickly opening the main door and sprinting down the stairs (almost tripping a few times.) until he reached ground level. Then panting he bolted towards the crowd of people that just started to boo the elites again.

"What the hell's going on here?" Jecht asked in a serious, if not almost yelling, tone.

"Those covenant bastards are beating up that poor boy, he's a college student for crying out loud!" Someone shouted, while staring at Jecht. "These two thought he was stealing food from a store, so they chased him, when the real thief went the other way!"

Another person then shouted in the covenant language, which Jecht new little about, but from the tone he knew it was not friendly. Hearing this comment the policeman that had threatened with his plasma pistol shot a few rounds from the same gun into the air, making some of the crowd disperse in a sea of screams and terror.

"HEY!" Jecht roared at the two evil men. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO HIM!"

The alien that was still beating the poor boy up turned to him, giving a small click from his beak that could have been a small chuckle.

"This scum," The jackal said in almost perfect English. "Was stealing stuff from a food store nearby, it is the duty of covenant to deal with street urchins like these."

Turning his back on Jecht he signalled to his associate, who pressed a button on his plasma pistol and pointed at the trembling man on the ground.

Without even thinking twice Jecht threw himself at the jackal, knocking the plasma weapon out of his hand and kicking him back, the kick was a heavy blow to the jackal's unshielded, unprotected stomach (if he had one.) and stunned him for a split second, just enough time for a uppercut to plough straight through his bird like beaks, sending him crashing into the ground.

The other jackal, surprised at such an action, took out a small, subtle rod that upon pressing a hidden button projected some sort of energy riot baton. Giving a screech of anger that one would normally hear in a covenant skirmish the jackal charged at Jecht, flailing it madly. Getting ready to sidestep he stood where he was until the baton came close to his head,. Then he dodged; side stepping behind the puzzled jackal, who was shut down (for a short time.) by a hard back kick to his hard spine area.

Happy with his victory he walked over to the wounded man on the floor, but then a gasp from the crowd stopped him, and a shout, which said "STOP THAT JACKAL!" made him turn round.

But that was all he knew as the plasma round struck him squarely in the chest, and his vision was blanketed over by a white and green light, soon followed by the blackness of the evening sky.

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OOC: W00t! Finished this chapter! I've got one review to reply to, and here it is:

TurMoiL911:

Yup, Red Faction is great…no honestly, the days when you get to stick little green bombs of doom on your foe and watch with humour as they run in circles screaming before being terminated by a mini explosion which tears their torso/arms/legs/head apart. Shame I traded the game in…

I'll see how everything goes, and then I might have another chapter up.