Wow, it's been a long time since I promised this. Sorry! I accidentally deleted the story yesterday, so I had to re-write it again -- anyway,
Note: I don't own halo, but halo owns me.
THE GRUNT ARBITER CHAPTER 1
Rantik ducked behind cover as bullets flew into the air he had occupied only seconds ago. He waited until the shooting stopped, then checked his dual needlers. He smiled at the deadly, pink needles and crouched in anticipation. His shields recovered to full, and he jumped out, firing randomly. He saw a human approaching to his left, spun around, and pumped needles into it. He laughed, as the marine became a huge, pink firework. Then he heard a familiar sound behind him. He turned to face a human machine charging at him, the gun on top of it spitting flames. He dove out of the way as his shields sputtered and died. Then he saw it coming around for another pass. He shot at it frantically, but it was not enough. He felt a slight rumble as the bullets pierced his armor, and knew he was over. He saw himself fall, riddled with holes.
GAME OVER. INSERT TOKEN?
"Ha!" yelled Rantik's friend, "Me knew you couldn't beat warthog!"
Rantik cursed angrily. "That thing impossible! Me going back to the methane chamber." The two exchanged a goodbye, and parted ways. He waddled down the giant halls of the battleship, The Purple Potato.
Finally, the little grunt arrived at his room. He shut the door, and took off his mask as methane filled the chamber. He looked around for that hunk of cheese he had stolen from the cafeteria. He felt a wet squish underneath his foot, and peeled his snack off his hooves. Deeming it edible, he began to munch on it. Suddenly a jackal burst into his chamber.
"Quick, you and your squad are needed in the weapons deck. I th-" just then he noticed that the grunt was lying on the floor, gasping and pointing at the door which had been carelessly left wide open. The Jackal tossed the methane breather over." Rantik stood up, coughing, and smacked the jackal over the head.
"You some kinda moron?"
"Jackals can beat grunts any day of the week" the jackal snarled. Rantik jumped at his enemy, and the fight was on. Rantik punched the jackal, but it managed to kick him off and attacked him, pounding every inch if grunt he could see. Rantik reached across the floor, desperately looking for a weapon. His hand struggled frantically-and found his piece of cheese. He swung it up and smashed it into the jackal. It stuck on top of the jackal's head. It wandered around blindly. Rantik grabbed his enemy and chucked the unfortunate jackal into a drop pod. He punched the eject button, and walked away whistling as the jackal was launched into outer space. He then made his way to the weapons deck.
