Wow, people really liked this. Thanks! Anyway, here's chapter two, I hope it's as good as the first…
CHAPTER THE SECOND
THE GRUNT ARBITER
Rantik arrived at the weapons deck, and saw that most of his squad was already there. A SpecOps elite was already talking to the grunts.
"So, when you are picking huckleberries, remember that just because they are pale doesn't mean they are bitter." Rantik just stared. The elite looked over, startled, and began to sputter.
"I, uh, I mean, uh, you guys are pathetic fighters next to us elites! We kicked those human's sorry little asses so hard their AI's felt it…eh…."
Rantik just continued to stare at him.
"So!" the SpecOps elite barked. "I am going to fill you in on your next mission. What you are after here is the heretic leader. You will infiltrate into their base, and kill him. Coming back is optional. This will be a very dangerous, risky mission; so naturally sending anybody important would be a big mistake. You will be joined by the elites from E deck."
Rantik groaned. The E deck elites were the bottom of the barrel soldiers, who considered marksmanship to be remembering which end of a rifle the plasma came out of. They were usually children of rich diplomats trying to get rid of their moronic offspring. This was not going to be fun.
"Hey, grunt!" said the elite next to Rantik, poking him annoyingly. "Is it true you breathe fart gas?"
Rantik rolled his eyes. Why do they always ask this? He thought. Damn humans, spreading lies again.
"No, your excellency. Methane is only a small component of farts, which is a chemical mixture created by the churning of your stomach."
The Elite stared at him blankly.
"NO."
"Here we are!" yelled the pilot. "Now, I was talking to the other pilot on the wide broadcast channel, so they might now you're coming. Sorry."
Rantik checked his belt one more time. Four grenades were attached there, along with his pistol. He was gonna show what kind of warrior he was. He walked over to the gravity tube, stepped in- and fell right out of the ship. He landed flat on his face.
"Sorry about that!" the pilot called. "Forgot to turn on the antigrav!" Rantik was about to get up when another elite landed on him. Then another. The entire squad in his dropship one by one jumped out of the ship and landed on Rantik. The grunt slowly got to his feet and looked around. No enemies in sight. He unslung his pistol and waddled over to where the elites had gathered for some reason. They pointed at something on the wall, and Rantik eagerly scrambled over to see what it was.
Sorry ,this chapter's a little short.
