The reason I posted this so quickly was because I realized I that I hadn't made an author intro in the first chapter. Anyways, just wanted to let you know that I like to use the words Sangheili for Elites, Unggoy for Grunts, Kig-Yar for Jackels, Jiralhanae for Brutes, etc. Sometimes. I do not own Halo (Oh how I wish I did). Please no Call of Duty, Gears of War, etc. slamming on my fic. Please read and review, I'd be much obliged.
The day had felt extremely long to her. Down here below the bunker you couldn't tell whether it was night or day.
She couldn't remember the last time she had slept. A low growl from her empty stomach made her wonder when she had last ate as well. Eating and sleep would have to wait though.
Missy came to her room and made sure to close the door. The small room was furnished only with a small holey bed and a locker…her locker.
The door creaked when she opened it. Inside sat her weights, her fighting pole, and a few odds and ends. And behind it all her armor sat, patiently waiting to be used.
Her hand reached out mechanically and patted the top of the blue visor helm, a habit she had gotten into.
Missy grabbed the weights and pole, all the while thinking she may need to don the suit soon. Medical supplies were greatly needed, she was going to need to do some foraging and raiding again.
Her body was shaking from exhaustion; but she decided she would push through her exercises, then rest. She grabbed hold of the worn wooden pole and began her basic melee training. Swish, swish, swi-crack! She made the pole sing as she jabbed, parried, and slashed at imaginary foes. The pole was nice, but she wished she had a good shotgun to protect her. I'm not likely to get one anytime soon though. Guns were hard to come by around these parts, and she wasn't about to steal from her people.
Finally, after lifting, stretching, and combat training she decided a little nap wouldn't hurt. On the floor near her bed stood a single water bottle. Missy stooped and retrieved it the label said "Knockout Juice! 2-hr." The goopy liquid was her own creation, and she had to admit it did the trick.
However, there seemed to be barely any left. Even when she tipped the bottle all the way upside down she only got a few drops. Oh well, I'm tired enough. Trying not to think about her lack of rations and medicine she drifted off to sleep.
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"Your assignment is to find out what has been taking our supplies. As of late, we have had a drastic decline in Unggoy medicines. Our reports also show that we have lost a few shipments of rations for Unggoy and Kig-Yar." The Ultra bellowed.
The small information retrieval squad consisted of 3 stealth minors and 2 stealth majors, including him.
I can't believe they asked me to lead this, this… Voro' Tuyokee's eyes scanned once again over the raggedy team. He probably had more experience than all of them combined.
He had heard of the other major, some 'Vadam or 'Vadel or other. His rank was questionable at flared throughout his body; he fought to keep his face blank and his eyes clear. The Ultra stopped abruptly in front of him.
"Is there something you wish to voice major?" He got right up in his face, daring him to rise to his challenge.
For a moment he wanted to fight him, lash out at the disgrace of being assigned to simply locate a few stray supplies. His eyes fell to the floor "No. I am honored to lead such an important mission." The words came out automatically and left a bitter taste in his mouth.
The Ultra's mandible's split in a Sangheili smile "Good. You will leave as soon as possible."
And that is the end of Chapter 2. Please feel free to voice your opinion and review my story. I am not too persnickety to reject criticism. Or, if you really like my story, I would love to hear it.