Disclaimer: I'm not really good at disclaimers. In this chapter, I am writing some humour. I'd like to point out that 'Sacred Area', which is in the first chap, means meat and two veg, if you get my meaning.I have decided to pick on a Grunt because I find them funny. The Grunt will be called Random Grunt. REVIEW! I NEED YOUR REVIEWS! THEY ARE MY LIFE BLOOD! REVIEW!

The Cairo Station

Master Chief sped down the corridors, towards the escape pods. A few seconds later, MC reached the escape pods. All of the escape pods were full of Covenant.

"Demon!" came a voice

MC looked to his right. Shangel was waving at him from an open escape pod at the end of the corridor. Sped up the corridor and jumped into the escape pod. The escape pod and its companions escape pods launched into outer space. MC got his com out.

"Lord Hood, can you hear me?"

"MC is that you?" asked Hood

"Sir, can you see any Covenant escape pods in your radar?"

"Yes I can. I presume its you?"

"Yes sir its me"

"I have opened Bay 7. Happy landings!"

MC switched off the com. Random Grunt was at the controls, panicking while doing that dance that they do when they panic. MC threw the Grunt off and steered the escape pod in the direction off the Cairo Station.

"Is Truth dead?" enquired Shangel as he dodged as Random Grunt flew over his head. Two Gold Elites were playing Tennis, using Random Grunt as the Tennis ball.

"No, he escaped" muttered MC

The Cairo Station loomed towards them. It's MAC gun fired, sending a MAC bolt towards a nearby Covenant ship. The ships forward hull disintegrated. The Covenant ship retaliated, sending blue plasma towards the MAC gun. The plasma crashed into the MAC gun but it hardly damaged it. Another MAC round hit the Covenant ship. The MAC round hit the Bridge of the Covenant ship, its contents spilling out into space.

MC's eyes witnessed this whole event, not concentrating on the pods direction. Random Grunt landed on MC's head. This brought MC back to reality. His eyes darted back to the screen. The Cairo Station was closer than before. A lot closer.

MC steered the pod towards hanger 7.

The game of Tennis finished, the score was 45-15, and Random Grunt staggered up to Shangel

"Shangel, tell the other pods to follow our lead and land in landing bay 7"

"Yes Sir!" barked Shangel. Shangel yelled at Random Grunt, who had started to panic again, kicked him, and threw him into a nearby bin

MC ignored this and aimed the pod towards landing bay 7. 199 escape pods, each able to carry ten passengers, followed suit. MC made a few minor alterations, and happy with the pods velocity, moved into the recovery position. The Covenant did the same.

Landing bay 7 was virtually empty of any equipment. The only equipment visible was equipment used to service and hold Longsword fighters. This was set at the side of the landing bay, which left the middle empty and flat

The Covenant Escape Pods hit the floor and careered across the floor, towards a wall. The first escape pod, which held MC, greeted the wall with an ear-splitting thud. The other 199 pods did the same. 2000 Covenant, including one Spartan, exited the escape pods. Random Grunt crawled out of the bin and staggered once again towards Shangel

"What now?" asked Shangel, throwing Random Grunt a helluva far (Mr. T)

"We go to Lord Hood and defend this station. After that we go down to Earth and get a peace treaty signed" answered MC as he walked through the door. 2000 Covenant Troops stalked after him. Random Grunt crawled after them.

MC stalked down the corridor. As he came to the end of the corridor, he heard voices. MC looked round the corner. Five Brutes stood guarding the door. Three of the Brutes were talking in low voices and the other two were keeping watch. MC turned towards Shangel.

"There are five Brutes around the corner" murmured the Chief quietly "I will throw a Plasma Grenade".

Shangel nodded as MC took out his last Plasma Grenade, primed it and threw it down the hall.

The Brute wasn't having a good day. It started out well, a killing spree against Humans, followed by a mug of Hot Chocolate before bedtime.

But it wasn't to be. Firstly, his Dropship had been hit by Human fire and had crashed landed in a Human Landing Bay. Most of his Comrades had been killed by Human 50 cal. Machine guns, he had a headache and a bad stomach from several bullets. But worst of all, he had wet himself continuously, whenever they came across Humans with 50 cal. machine guns. His fur was drenched. The other Brutes had made fun of him.

And now this.

The Plasma Grenade flew through the air and landed on the Brute. The Brute being stuck in its chain of thought, didn't notice the blue orb. The Plasma Grenade exploded and the Brute flew through the air and hit the wall. Its last thought before it died was

What a bad day

The other Brutes didn't think this was a very nice thing to do. Thus the Brutes expressed it in their unique way by massacring everything in their way that wasn't their allies in sick and twisted way. E.g. ripping limbs off, creating funny and/or exciting statues of dismembered and mutilated corpses, etc.

Unfortunately for them, they wouldn't be able to do it today.

Three Brutes pelted down the corridor. To their surprise, three Elites, one of which was Shangel, came round the corner and chopped their heads off. The last Brute didn't take to kindly to this either. It fired a shot from its Brute Shot.

The shot hit the wall and landed at Random Grunts feet and exploded. Even though the author of this story has a twisted mind, comically I mean (non psycho, promise!) he still does not want to kill Random Grunt in a whole new and original way. If he did this then the story would be boring to read. So Random Grunt lives.

Random Grunt flew through the air for the nth time. After making a quick emergency crash landing on the floor and not liking, Random Grunt took to the air again. He landed in the bin of the escape pod he came in. (now where have we seen that before?)

MC butchered the last Brute in an exotic and original way. The Brutes exotic death will not be described, as the author cannot be bothered to think of an exotic death nor describe it to you.

The rest of the journey was uneventful. A few wounded Humans and Covenant were picked up, and few Brutes, Jackals, etc were brutally mutilated.

Eventually, though, the MC and his Allies reached the Cairo's Command Post.

MC strode through the door as if he owned the place. He walked up to Lord Hood and saluted. Lord Hood did the same.

"Sir I have brought the Covenant that have decided to join us" explained MC

"Very well, lets see them" ordered Lord Hood.

An Elite de-cloaked and stood next to MC. Hood flinched and the Human Guards pointed their weapons at the Elite.

"Please, don't fire. This Elite is my friend. He will not harm you" pleaded MC

Hood raised his arm towards the Guards and brought it down slowly. The Guards lowered their guns and watched the Elite with suspicion.

"Are there any more of you?" enquired Lord Hood

"There are 2240 assorted Grunts, Elites and Hunters. All our Jackals defected. We also picked up 50 Humans. They are now at the Infirmary" answered MC

Lord Hood nodded slowly at the floor, his mind full of thoughts.

"Sir, permission to speak"

"Permission granted"

"How are things doing up here?" questioned MC.

"The last four Capital ships left after you destroyed the Forerunner ship. By the way, well done on destroying it"

"Thank you sir"

"I have arranged for you and the Covenant to go down to Earth to talk with UNS Command. I hope that they agree to this Peace treaty. We could use all the help we can get" finished Lord Hood

"When do we go?" enquired MC

"A Troopship will take you down to Earth" Lord Hood checked his watch "Right now"

MC and Shangel left for the Troopship.

Disclaimer: next chap may not be up for some time