Life and Death of a Grunt
Posted By: Lee Gullett<p8ntballguy1227@hotmail.com>
Date: 24 May 2006, 9:59 pm
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Yayap leveled his hunting pistol, squeezing the firing stud slightly so as a burst of green plasma streaked across the bog hitting the creature in the face. Roaring angrily the creature started towards Yayap as he hit the firing stud once, twice, and three times the bursts of plasma hitting the creature in the chest. As he was pulling the trigger though for the fourth time the plasma pistol overloaded, sending green heat away from the weapon. Dropping the pistol yayap grabbed the plasma rifle on his back. Though less suited for the job it made quick work of the creature as a fully automatic burst of fire ripped through its chest.
First day of arms training and yayap couldn't be more nervous. He first selected a plasma rifle to fire and upon getting to the firing line he began letting bolts of plasma strike various targets. Letting the rifle overheat he dropped it to his side and that was when the shit hit the fan. Two grunts down the line had a needler explode in his face launching crystalline needles into him and the elite next to him. This then set off a chain reaction as a needle hit the plasma grenades on his belt. This then let off the fuel rod ammunition that was behind him. This though made yayap see a potential for attention, quickly grabbing a foam spray hose he started hosing down the fire and a rather irate elite that was on fire.
Flying through the air it was his first day of active duty, yayap was raised in the grav lift of the truth and justice while its sister ship truth and reconciliation was doing the same a few thousands yards away. Food in his stomach and a job that was easy, he was content.
"For your bravery and devotion to the covenant I the prophet of truth beseech upon you the rank of first grunt commander, with this rank you must always defend the covenant and must always protect the holy ones relics, Rise my child a new being.
These memories and others flashed through yayap's mind, as he lay curled up in his bunk. This though is when all hell broke loose. The level he was on along with all others became superheated as a Shiva nuke launched from a pelican exploded off the port side. Being roughly tossed from his bed yayap quickly donned his breathing apparatus and grabbed a plasma pistol but again the shit hit the fan as a Mac round pierced first the shield then the hull off the ship sending it spinning and reeling out of orbit towards the halo. As the ship was accelerating things began crashing all around him and yayap watched as a sleeping bunk crushed four unlucky grunts that were right next to him. Finally as the capital ship hit the surface it collapsed the bottom four levels causing squeals, grunts and barks of pain to emit from them. Burrowing himself out of the pile of junk and rubble that had accumulated around him during the landing he ran directly into a elite looking for people to defend the ship from the human assault that was approaching.
Due to his rank yayap was given control of twenty grunts, arms for them, and a shade he was told to hold at all costs a canyon leading to the truth and justice. After commandeering a fuel rod gun for himself yayap ordered the grunts in a semicircle around the canyon opening he had to defend with himself in the middle atop the shade. This again is when the shit hit the fan as a platoon of marines began the trek through the canyon. This again though became even worse when yayap say the warthog its three barrels spinning heating up for the battle ahead. Suddenly a large squeal emitted from most of his grunts as they caught sight of the force but they silenced as they say yayap's shade start to heat up for the barrage he was going to unleash. Just as the hog' cleared a small jump yayap opened up with the shade letting plasma bursts rip through it cooking off its thousands of rounds. All his grunts though took to doing similar as the marines came within range of their weapons. The air was filled with crystalline needles and green and blue bursts of plasma, but that wasn't all as the marines returned fire their sniper rifles ripping holes in the grunts line. Finally salvation came in the hands of five banshees flying high strafing the marines hitting them with fuel rod and plasma but again the shit hit the fan for yayap. In the greatest achievement of his life yayap had a stray magnum round pierce his methane tanks and without noticing he had suffocated on oxygen.
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