Author's Notes: This is the first story I have written so any suggestions on how I could improve would be appreciated. If you could also review it I would like that too. Thanks for reading.
The Grunt Rebellion
Chapter one
The space surrounding Installation 02 boiled in a green node of light as "Peaceful Cooperation" exited from slipspace. The ship was only 2 kilometers long but housed over 2000 Grunts, 530 Elites, and another 300 Covenant. Yimep was one of the 2000 grunts on board and was stationed in the control room helping the crew piloting the ship. Just ten units after exiting slipspace around 50 Elites were sent down to the surface of Installation 02, one of just seven Halo's. Yimep assumed they would be looking for the Sacred Icon on the ring world. Even though the Covenant believed that the icon would send them on "The Great Journey" and reunite them with their gods, all it would do was kill every creature within 25 light years of it.
When the Elites returned via a Phantom Yimep was surprised to see the Oracle
"Hello, I am oh-oh-four-nine Contrite Intent, the monitor of Installation zero-two. If you could please return me to the Installation, I must continue my repairs on the Enforcer reporting station. They will be needed to control the outbreak on the surface of the..."
An Elite grabbed him and took him away through a door. Some other Elite yelled out at that time about the planet that the Halo was orbiting. Although Yimep couldn't make out all the words, he knew he heard that it was called Tri-something like the grunt's home world with breathable methane and sulfur vents. As his thoughts drifted of to a world without methane tanks and ranks, he was slaped on the head and was sent to inform the grunts they would be going to go fight the parasite on the ring.
As he shuffled down the hallway his thoughts returned to the planet. 'Maybe I could steal a drop ship and live down there...' he was thinking as he entered the lift to the lower decks. 'I could stash some food, get some others to help me, the Elites wouldn't care about a few grunts, right?'. He walked into the airlock and waited for it to fill with methane before taking his mask off and opening the other door.
"Attention everyone," he said a small group of about 300 looked at him. "The Elites have decided that we will get the privilege to go to the surface and to try to hold the parasite at bay so the Elites can get the Sacred Icon." The room went up in uproar as protests were shouted.
"Face the parasite! That's suicide!"
"Let the Elites go down!"
"How about we just kill ourselves now."
"We should just blow the ring to hell!"
As Yimep heard this he saw the chance he needed. If he told them about the planet, it could start a rebellion. Well, another rebellion. The first one was stopped by an Arbiter, but being so far away from the prophets, they couldn't get an Arbiter or in fact any reinforcements here in time. So he yelled out again for their attention.
"There is a way out of a rather unpleasant fate of being consumed by the Flood. The planet the ring is orbiting, called Tri-something, is just like our home world. If we could overpower the Elites we could steal enough drop ships to get us all onto the surface!"
"But Yimep, what if they send other troops down?" Timel, a gunner Grunt and Yimep's lifelong friend, yelled out among the excitement of the growing crowd.
"Then they can wear the breathing gear. It will be an easier fight if we can get to the surface, more-so if we can get some Banshees and Wraiths."
As the Grunts planed out how to capture the drop ships, how to outwit the Elites, and how to defend their new home a battle was already started. A battle between machine and nature.