Author's Notes: This is the last chapter but if I can't find another good Idea I may make a sequel that involves the Flood and maybe the Humans...
Chapter four
The Battle was huge, with Infection forms flying every which way through the air, hoping
to find a host before being destroyed, their innards boiled away, by a ball of plasma. The Grunts were holding them back for now with the aid of the Shade turrets, but there was no sign of the onslaught ending soon. The Elites, however, were in a much worse position. Having retreated into a box canyon they thought they would only have to defend the opening. But the parasite had started flowing in over the sides and many of the Covenant's finest warriors now lay immobilized, slowly transforming into the twisted creature they had longed to wipe from the galaxy. Both sides had given up hope when they heard the roar coming over the plains.
The machines raced to help exterminate the creatures and parasite. Over 2,000 Sentinels and 150 Enforcers hovered en masse led by 0049 Contrite Intent. As the army of machines rose over a hill they fired.
Timel was looking out over the battle with increasing worries. The Flood were living upto their name as the piles of the bodies reached over three meters tall. As he went to ask Yimep for advice the sky filled with fire. Timel had to shield his eyes to see what was causing the blinding light. When he saw the army of Sentinels he let out a scream and ran to inform Yimep.
"Sir, there... there is another army advancing the field!" Timel yelled out as he entered the room where Yimep sat.
"What do you mean? Reinforcements?"
"No, the Holy Warriors of the rings. Maybe 1,000, maybe more."
Yimep rushed out to see the battle and was shocked to see that the combined beams from the Sentinels had melted the dirt and rock within two meters of the door, sealing it in a three meter thick slab of glass. But they soon turned their attention on the Elites and soon they were gone also. Yimep knew that if he didn't do something the Grunts would be next. He was about to order his men to fire when he heard a familiar humming.
"Hello, I am oh-oh-four-nine Contrite Intent, the monitor of Installation zero-two. You are very lucky to be alive, but I am afraid I must change that. Do not worry though, I will assure that your deaths will be quick and somewhat painless."
"No! Wait, please don't kill us, we just wish to live in peace on this planet." Yimep said pleading as he slowly backed away into a computer panel.
"I am sorry, but protocol does not allow any sentient life to be accessible to the Flood. You must be eliminated as potential hosts. So I shall bid you farewell and wish you the quickest death possible. Now I must leave before I am trapped in here with you. Goodbye."
"Look! Can't we make you a deal. Our ship is in orbit right now, and I can use the panel behind me to... to have it pick us up." As Yimep finished saying this he quickly typed in some commands.
"I am sorry, but that too would be against protocol. I can not risk the Flood getting aboard you vessel and leaving the system. Now I must leave, and that is it. For the last time, goodbye."
"Close the door!" Timel ordered as the thick wooden door slammed shut. "Now if we go to hell, were taking you with us!"
"This... this is ridiculous. Let me out at once! I... I... I will be forced to kill you! You can not escape your fate! You are going to die, by them or by me!" He slammed down into Timel's chest, crushing him. The other Grunts fired at the Oracle but it didn't have any affect. Contrite Intent was about to start talking again when a deafening roar outside.
The few Covenant left on board the "Peaceful Cooperation" felt the ship break apart as it re-entered the atmosphere. The hull glowed a bright orange white as it boiled away in the intense heat. The hulk of metal created a thick black line across the sky as it streaked downward.
All the Grunts gathered outside to face the enemy one last time. The turrets opened fire as plasma sliced through the air. But before the Sentinels could react, they were swallowed within the giant ball of metal and fire.
The sky turned red, and at first they all thought the other side was firing but when they saw the cloud of dust they knew what happened. After the moment of awe passed they turned their attention to something else. With the Monitor trapped in the room and everyone out, five Grunts stood at the entrance with Fuel Rod Cannons. When the opened they all fired, glassing the room, and deactivating Contrite Intent.
Five Years Later...
They no longer call themselves Grunts, but Unggoy, their true name. They have prospered and have not heard anything from the Covenant or Flood. For them all is good in the world.