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[Faclan]

OOC and Signup as well as question thread;
yappashalorpg.proboards.com/thread/12782/ooc-sign-methane-mambo

The possible factions are;
* Planetside Unggoy (Living in their new home, want people to go away)
* Shipbound Unggoy (Perhaps trying to get home or stuck serving some bigger species while seeing a home right out the window)
* Humans (Mainly UNSC and their allies trying to recover the Forerunner artifacts. I didn't plan on Innies but if you wish too please ask in the OOC)
* Sangheili (Recently arrived mainly to stop the Jiralhanae from getting the Forerunner generators)
* Jiralhanae (Arrived first, after Unggoy but didn't have the proper gear to go down. The delay let others arrive. Some idiot was thrown out the airlock for that one)
* Kig-Yar (Attempting to stay hidden, not working, trying to map out how likely they are to be blown up compared to getting in and out with a generator or two)

Mostly everyone besides Planetside Unggoy are still in space trying to work out a way to get down or get the others to leave.

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Post War, Former Covenant Footnote planet Forgotten Redoubt


Chris Hyde - ONI Xeno Linguist
Unggoy Patriarch Settlement
And they fought a war in these?

It would have been too much to ask for a sealed ODST suit or equivalent. Although supply chain wasn't even the damn reason was it? It was to try and ingratiate themselves with the Unggoy. Showing them struggling and wearing a mask to keep alive and from freezing to death. Though judging from the looks he and the small team he was with had been getting so far their attempt was only bringing giggles and contempt. Not a sense of comradery. It was a stupid idea anyway. But it was far too late to worry about that now as he just tried to keep breathing normally. He was here now and had a job to do. And he needed to do that well so the Unggoy would let them leave. And keep the insects at bay. And the line of bloodied stones near the wall showed that they were doing that well. The prized Hunting Rocks.

The ONI team was currently disarmed and being escorted through the settlement. Hyde had to hand it to them they had gotten this place set up very fast and both the flora and fauna were being kept well at bay. They could easily make this work for them. Besides the who everyone wanted to steal their planet now. Politics and greed and well...Forerunners always ruin everything don't they? Honestly he was pleased and a bit worried that they were down here at all. The Unggoy knew they were in danger of being seiged here. Just like in their history. And didn't want that. So as far as he had been briefed now the Patriarch wanted to work out a deal with Humanity and its currently largest fleet in orbit. They wanted them to make the others go away and they could have some/most/all of the generators. So here he was to try and broker out a deal.

But this had to be handled carefully as if a blank check was given to the Humans the other aliens could easily become enraged and unite to not let them walk off with everything. And then they would all be back to square one. He needed to work out if the Unggoy were willing to broker with the other species to see if this could be smoothed out amicably. Well besides the Kig-Yar. He would be completely shocked if they were even willing to listen to their please for mercy before they were left to be sucked dry by some insect or suffocate to death. But for now just keep following their guide through their city. Work to be done as several scarred Unggoy tore into spiced insect. Reveling in their free mouths after years of masks.

( halo.wiki.gallery/images/f/f0/Rebels_on_the_Infinity.png What Hyde is wearing)
(May bring in an antagonist later will see how the thread develops :>)

[Remnant]

Unggoy Hazzap, Infamous Anti-Covenant Terrorist
Patriarch Settlement Outskirts
Home Sweet Methane

A pebble whistled through the air as it landed near a gaping hole, but failed to fall inside.

"You suck." Hazzap said to his friend, Kipkip.

Kipkip threw another pebble, again missing the hole. Hazzap threw one as well, the pebble teetering on the edge but remaining in place.

"See? Not so easy." Kipkip replied.

"I have both of you beat." Another Unggoy, Graxyak snorted with ragged breathing. Walking over to the large sinkhole, Graxyak yeeted a pebble as far as he could into the deep hole. Graxyak snorted with approval.

"Cheater!" Hazzap proclaimed, as a loud rumbling shook the area around them.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-" Graxyak sceamed as a massive centipede-like creature rose from the crevice, snatching him by the throat and dragging him into the forgotten depths.

"BIG, SCARY THING!" Kipkip shouted.

"RUN AWAYYY!" Hazzap took off in a sprint for the settlement, his lower attire definitely soaked in what one could only assume was urine. A strong smell of defecation pursued his fleeing form.

"Did you..?" Kipkip asked, as the pair ran away, side by side.

"I don't wanna talk about it!" Hazzap snapped.

[NinjaBoss]

Zaxax, Unggoy Ultra
Forgotten Redoubt
Hunting grounds nearby Unggoy Settlement
Hunting Rock

    The cold air formed frost on the barbs of Zaxax's arms, but he didn't even notice as he took deep, yawning breaths of the delicious methane air so alike that on his homeworld Balaho. He hadn't been home in years, and still had not reconnected with his family, did not even know if they were alive. He thought of them then, his parents and siblings who he had been taken from when he was pressed into service with the Covenant at the first age of maturity, and also of his mate, Liliw, and their children Zuzub, Yazwaz, and Klaw. The three boys had surely been conscripted into the Covenant as well, but Zaxax did not know because his service had taken him elsewhere.

    He hated not knowing. He thought of the life he and his family might have shared together if it wasn't for his service in the war. Has it been worth it?, he wondered. He had survived battle after battle, worked his way up from the ranks of a Minor, first wearing the crimson combat harness of a Major, and then the verdant green of the Unggoy Heavy, before earning a position of leadership all his own, complete with a fancy, shiny, silver and white combat harness, decorated with deep blue intricate markings and designs that Zaxax had always loved. But has it been worth it?

    He wore the combat harness now, even though it was unnecessary. He had removed the methane tank and the atmosphere mask, of course, but he liked the combat harness. The tank and the mask were heavy, immobilizing, even after all the time he had spent carrying their weight, but the combat harness protected him and made him feel comfortable. Zaxax had been a soldier at war so long that that would likely never change. He thought of his brother Smip, a Deacon for as long as Zaxax had fought in the Imperial Army. He had not seen Smip in revolutions, did not know where his duties had taken him, but he would surely feel the same about his ceremonial robes and matching combat harness by now. Zaxax wondered if the meager political power Smip had been granted was as satisfying as the prowess Zaxax had learned in battle. He was proud of his abilities, of course, but...

    Has it been worth it?

    “This air taste nice, but I hate putting away my boom rods!” Zlam stated defiantly, crossing his gnarled forearms over his deep green combat harness. His round, narrow face, at most times covered by a sleek green helmet that matched his combat harness, frowned and his eyebrows locked tightly, the tips of his sharp teeth exposed by the small gap between his lips. The Unggoy hated going anywhere without his Type-33 Light Anti-Armor Weapon, but unfortunately the atmosphere on Forgotten Redoubt was too volatile for that kind of weaponry. The plasma would ignite the flammable gases in the atmosphere, and they would all burn up in a fiery blaze. Zaxax understood this, but the newest Heavy in his lance apparently had not been told enough.

    “Already told you, Zlam! Here, your boom rods blow us up too!” Zaxax took another deep breath of methane, tasting the air for the scent of any nearby predators, or prey. “This atmosphere gets hot too quick. Here, we’ve gotta be clever, like on Balaho. Here, we’ve only got our Type-2 knives, and the Unggoy secret weapon...” Zaxax reached up the side of the rocks that rose from the ledge he and the other three Unggoy stood upon like a wall, grasping for any handholds he could find. Thanks to the barbs on his exoskeleton and his considerable forearm strength, he found many without much difficulty. The Unggoy had always been skilled climbers.

    He pulled himself onto the top of a pile of rocks and snow that pierced the sky like a Covenant spire from high charity, but this feature was much less refined, crude and small in comparison. It did not matter. For their current task, it was perfect. Salal and Tapap followed closely behind Zaxax, and Zlam was the last to reach the summit. And at last, when the Unggoy stood at the top, they understood what Zaxax had intended all along. They gazed at the sizable piece of stone before them, ignorant of the method it had used to climb the steep hill, but aware of the strength required to push it back down. It would take the four of them, if not more. Zaxax gestured to the boulder reverently, slightly bowing as he finished his sentence, “... Hunting Rock.”

[Faclan]

Chris Hyde - ONI Xeno Linguist
Unggoy Patriarch Settlement
You meet in a tavern.

It was hard to pick out what noises were important to pay attention to on an entirely new planet. Especially when instead of it being some kind of radio station deep in enemy territory this was a city. A place of living. So the slamming of doors, whirring of machines, and cries of the hundreds of children were just normal. Nothing to freak out about. It was fine. And that was also what looked like a Lich that was waiting for them up ahead. Only able to be spotted as such through its silhouette as the Unggoy had adored it with what looked like hundreds and colors as well as draping glowing fungus from ropes and other items. It did look very nice. Much less dour and about to kill you kind of look.

The ONI team stopped outside the main ramp leading up to it as the Guard Captain waddled up to inform the Leader of the teams arrival. Which is odd as Hyde was sure they would know already as they were the ones that invited them down.

"Maybe they need to set the welcome feast up?" Jonas quipped from behind as the other three ONI chuckled at the joke as Hyde just rolled his eyes.

"How do you plan to eat that like this?" He looked back at the group of four behind him. Knocking on the facemask as Jonas just shrugged.

"Just making conversation. Calm down Hyde. They wanted us here. We'll be fine." Holding up a tacpad. "And we'll be alerted if any other ship is trying to sneak down and cause trouble. We'll be fine." Hard to tell if that was just him trying to double reinforce the idea for Chris or for himself.

But the ONI squad went quiet again as they waited to see what would come to greet them for deal chats. Hell maybe even a 'to accomplish your goal you must go on a quest into a fog!' who knew with Unggoy and their love of stories and other funtime events.

[Remnant]

Unggoy Hazzap, Infamous Anti-Covenant Terrorist
Patriarch Settlement
Change of pants. Er, plans? No, definitely pants.

Hazzap left his private quarters, adjusting his new attire and the harness to go along with it. Kipkip had been waiting patiently outside, tapping his foot.

"What took so long?" Kipkip asked.

"I said I don't wanna talk about it." Hazzap snarked.

"Gross."

The two Unggoy made their way into the settlement's main square, spotting the massive Lich that occupied a grand portion of the area. Waddling to the main ramp, they spotted a group of Humans. New visitors? On OUR planet? How dare they! As if it wasn't enough that the Unggoy had to endure generations of bullying from the other Covenant races, but now with a planet to call their own, the Humans come and stick their pointed, boney noises in it? Hazzap refused to tolerate such an insult to his kind.

"Oi, meatsack!" Hazzap approached one of the Humans from behind, attempting to shove them. The oversized Unggoy barely managed to nudge them, despite being close to their height and size at 5'10", 260lbs. Kipkip, despite being nearly half his size, tackled Hazzap to the dirt. "Don't provoke them! Remember the Dune-crawler?!" Kipkip shouted in a panic.

"Hey! Get off me!" Hazzap shouted as the two rolled around in the dirt, scuffling with each other.

[Trooper]

Lak Viska, Mercenary
On board the Blessed Transcendence
'Why because I'm a girl?'

"It is simply out of the question!, How dare the Viskar send the accursed to be their envoy to an Unggoy world." The ship master roared at the cadre of ambassadors from the esteemed clans of the Sangheili. "I will not allow a criminal and her mongrel companion anywhere near the planet." He continued. Lak ignored the ship master's simple ploys at attempting to aggravate her and instead turned towards the leader of this small coalition. 

"Thel Vadam, requested a representative from every major clan. That all clans within the Swords of Sangheilos be present for the dealings." Veir Vadam said calmly, the elderly Sangehili clearly not giving the Shipmaster any quarter. 

"And it makes sense to send a mercenary and a Jiralhanea to represent us at these proceedings?" The shipmaster said his amber eyes locked on the black clothed Jiralhanea against the far wall. "How do we know he won't betray you as soon as you make land fall?" 

"Mercelus has been onboard for the whole trip, offering his help to move cargo, standing watch over prisoners, as well as training your own soldiers about war tactics used by his species. Would he not have used this time to create chaos within your ranks if he so intended? " The representative of clan Anjar questioned. 

"Enough, it has been 35 units since this debate began, if you insist on questioning my honor I challenge you to a duel, if you win I shall return to my quarters and wait to be called upon, but when I win you will grant me passage to the planet surface. " Lak issued her challenge drawing her energy sword from her hip. The Shipmaster glared at her before retrieving his own blade from his side. 

"How dare you challenge me on my own bridge! I accept your challenge, but when I win you will relinquish your blade and your mongrel will be chained." The Ship master said as his blade ignited and he leapt down from his command chair. Lak ignited her own, the red blade shimmering among the purple metals and blue displays of the various command stations o the bridge. With superior size and strength the shipmaster unleashed a flurry of harsh strikes. Lak was prepared however blocking some before slipping in closer to him shoulder him in the chest. She took a step back and got into her fighting stance. The shipmaster hissed as he got back to his feet. He came at her again his strikes as aggressive as before. As Lak used the same tactic she felt an abrupt strike to her head as the shipmaster mashed his head against hers and kicked her back. Lak was quick to recover however and before he could resume his assault she sliced at his legs forcing him to to back away. As she launched into her own assault relying on her speed. The shipmaster's defense was masterful, but he was unprepared when Lak used her energy knife to make an offhand strike to his shoulder.  The energy crackled against the shield strength of the ship master's combat harness.  The general realized quickly and struck back with his powerful legs sending Lak reeling backwards.

"Ship master the Mongrels are moving in closer tot eh planet surface." The navigation officer roared form his station as Lak recovered. 

"Your wit is strong, and your skill is capable. I will grant you access to the planet, but when you return we will need to have a rematch. " The shipmaster said as he deactivated the blade and returned it to its proper position. Lak nodded before turning back to Vier and approaching the group. Together they all set off toward the hangar Mercelus following close behind. 

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As they arrived in the hangar bay they were greeted by a female Sangheili who had equipment for them. She handed out metal swords and knifes as well as rebreathers for them. Mercelus and Lak didn't take one though as their combat harnesses already included one. Lak looked at the other ambassadors who wore more traditional cloths rather then combat harnesses, but Lak was here as both protection and clan Viskar's representative as was Mercelus. The armory attendant then lead the group to a recently retrofitted deep space phantom that had no weapons systems, but was faster then the other phantoms in the hangar. 

"From here we are no longer in friendly territory, the plant and beasts of this world will gladly kill you so everyone stay close." Lak issued orders as the others entered the spacious bay of the phantom. 

"If you hear something report it. If you smell something report it. If you hear something report it. If you taste something..." Marcelous began before being interrupted. 

"let me guess report it." He offered his voice offset by the breathing apparatus. "No, your already doomed." Mercelus growled at the smaller Sangheili. 

"Go see of the pilot needs anything Mercelus." Lak ordered as she stepped between the two. Lak then opened up her dat device and began rechecking the information they had been given for the mission with the group as the phantom began heading out of the hangar and down to the planet's surface.

[Faclan]

Chris Hyde - ONI Xeno Linguist
Unggoy Patriarch Settlement
Hello new visitors.

They sure were taking their sweet time in there. It had been almost five minutes of standing around doing nothing. What on Ear..err..Forgotten Redoubt was taking them so long?

"You dont think they are trying to bring in other negotiating teams are you?" Jonas added again as this time Hyde had to agree. That was a real possibility. They would be foolish to try and give one side everything as the others would likely try to group up and demand they be given a share as well. Hyde reckonged at least three sides would need to be given something to stop a fight. The Kig-Yar would likely get nothing but if they gave some to the Sangheili, Jiralhanae, and Humans that would placate most he suspected. And probably keeping a few for themselves. If this was going to be a new home planet for them they would likely need some of their own as well.

"Likely. Do we have anything on the sensor?" Hyde looking back at Jonas as the Unggoy approached looking unhappy. The shove not pushing the ONI over but it did make him drop the pad into the soft earth. Jonas spinning around going right for his pistol as Hyde quickly moved forward to try and stop of from doing that.

"Whats your problem pig?!" Jonas shrilled at them before his draw was stopped by the ONI leader as the other two ONI tried to move to block the view of Jonas as the he and Hyde battled over the pistol.

"Calm down you idiot!" Hissed out of the voice part of Hydes helmet as he tried to push that pistol back into its holster. "We are in their city not our ship! Dont cause a diplomatic incident!"

"Bastard shoved me! Maybe broke the bad! Deserves to be kicked!"

"You already have a hero doing that for you." Pointing at the two Unggoy currently fighting nearby as Hyde crouched down to pick up the pad. And now they had a ship coming down too. Just great. Peachy. No word for their command ship either so maybe the pad was broken. Cool. Excellent. Fantastic. "Keep an eye on him." He snapped to the other two ONI who tried to calm Jonas down. Who was watching the current scuffle and seemed to be debating on going in there to get some hits in himself as Hyde stepped back to look over the pad and send a hail to the incoming vessel. It was displayed as a Phantom but that didn't really show anything.

"Greetings new arrivals, which party do you represent? Have you been invited down? I sure hope so or else there may be a problem." Was at least what he said into the pad. How much the phantom received as another as Hyde tried to ignore all the warning pings coming from the damaged pad. Though the grouchy ship master was liking being bombarded with calls from the Humans and Jiralhanae about why they were sending down a vessel now.

Meanwhile the Kig-Yar, having been crossing their big stupid fingers for a chance like this, managed to sneak two small craft down into the uproar about the phantom. The game was afoot!

[NinjaBoss]

Zaxax, Unggoy Ultra
Forgotten Redoubt
Hunting grounds nearby Unggoy Settlement
Heave, Ho!
    
    The four Unggoy pushed against the large boulder with all of their might, but it was slow to roll. When it did, the Unggoy began to cheer, but their work was not yet done.

    “C’mon, keep it steady!” Zaxax shouted. “We still have to land this thing!” Each of the Unggoy was now moving around the boulder to guide it in the direction they needed it to fall, just like Zaxax had told them. They had spent over a unit going over the details and throwing smaller rocks at their target for practice. Finally, when Zaxax had felt that they were ready, they began.

    In only several ticks the boulder was tumbling down the side of the cliff they had climbed, gaining considerable speed as it hopped down to the forest below. Dirt and rocks and snow rained down after the large stone, spinning as it went. At the end of its descent it smashed through a mucusy nest crudely built from thick branches and bones and packed with snow, and the forest heard a resounding crack and a considerable thud. Nearby, birds took off from their perches high above in the trees and flew away.

    “Smash and Zlam! Take that you stinking Sharpclaws!” Zlam hooted, bouncing up and down as he admired the boulder’s destruction.

    “Shuddup Zlam!” spat Salal, Zaxax’s second in command. He glowered at Zlam until the Unggoy stopped bouncing, but he didn’t lose his energy.

    Tapap and Zaxax were already racing back down the cliffside, gulping breaths of methane air as they pushed and grabbed the wall with their powerful arms and ran with their legs. They moved with considerable speed for Unggoy. Tapap was the first to reach the bottom and by only a tick, but he proclaimed it loudly.

    “Hoohoo! I beat you Zaxax! Tapap’s nuuumberrr one!” The Unggoy pointed one finger at the sky, the other two closed in a fist with his thumb. “I won the bet, I get to eat first! You said!”

    “Shhhh. We have to make sure the Sharpclaw is dead, or it’s gonna eat first!” Zaxax creeped towards the nest, peering over the edge when he was close enough. He saw the remains of a large creature, about three meters tall, that walked on four multi-jointed legs with feet like long, sharpened rocks. The insect’s body, its face and mouth and the suction pod limbs it used to eat, had been crushed, and chunks of gray exoskeleton decorated the blue gore that oozed from what was left. The two eyes were mostly intact, separated from the body as they were by the large eye stalks that protruded from the thorax.

    “He’s dead,” Tapap squealed, “let’s eat!” The four Unggoy, ravenously hungry, dug into their hard earned meal. Zaxax punched through the thick chitin and slurped down the Sharpclaw’s blue meat, devouring as much as he could fit into his gaping jaws.

OOC: The Insect described in the post

[Remnant]

Unggoy Hazzap, Infamous Anti-Covenant Terrorist
Patriarch Settlement
Go away, everybody!

Hazzap shoved Kipkip off of him, approaching the Humans as Kipkip stumbled to get up. "Did pug-faces no hear me?! Me talking to you, meatsacks!" Hazzap barked at the group of Humans, unintimidated by their numbers. Hazzap picked up a small pebble and chucked it at the Human who attempted to draw a weapon in broad daylight. Furious with these newcomers, Hazzap attempted to incite a crowd with his lackluster charisma and less-than-silvery tongue.

"Fellow brothers and nipple-mates, hear me! There be new sickness on our world! Not that of cold, like fabled Blue Death, but that of disease! Of pestilence! Plague to end plagues! I speak of meatsacks; pesky, insufferable Humans! They are blight to our kind! They bring war and destruction!" A crowd was beginning to gather. Whether they were interested in the mad prophet's speech was another issue entirely.

"No longer we tolerate other races! No longer we tolerate oppression and bullies! Rise up, take back our hom-" Hazzap was cutoff with a clean headbutt that knocked him to the ground, by none other than Kipkip. Dazed, Hazzap quietly recollected himself, but the immense pain was too much of a distraction for him to collect his bearings. He sat there, blissfully unaware of the world around him as he scratched the new lump forming on his head.

"Don't mind my... er, 'friend'. Too many stones loose in big head." Kipkip spoke to the Humans, drawing a continuous circle around his temple with one of his thick claws. Kipkip hoped the Humans would take the peace offering, or at the very least not kill the two badgering Unggoy.

[NinjaBoss]

Zaxax, Unggoy Ultra
Forgotten Redoubt
Hunting grounds nearby Unggoy Settlement
Eggs!

    Each of the four Unggoy had eaten their fill, and were now lounging around the remains of the half-devoured Sharpclaw carcass. Their combat harnesses were spattered with blue blood and gore, along with their lips and chins and hands and most other places an Unggoy could be colored. It wasn’t until Zaxax got up for a wee, after some considerable time, perhaps two units, that he found the eggs. Precious expensive delicious eggs!

    “Eggs!” Zaxax said in awe. There were several dozen he estimated, about 30 centimeters tall. They were white, spotted with green, and studded with blue grey growths that made the shells dangerous to swallow. But the Unggoy had no intention of eating the shells.

    “Eggs?” Salal and Tapap and Zlam asked almost in unison, and bumbled over each other to get a look at the eggs. “Eggs!” Each exclaimed in turn as they set eyes on the beauties. They finally froze next to Zaxax and, like him, stared at the eggs in awe. The Unggoy were so full they waited almost ten rooks before mentioning the eggs again.

    “I’m pretty full, boss. Are you guys full?” Salal asked, and the other Unggoy thoughtfully rubbed their stomachs for several ticks before nodding yes.

    “We’re full,” Tapap said.

    “Hey! You don’t speak for me!” Zlam said, and raised his fist at Tapap.

    “Stop that!” Zaxax intervened. “Are you full Zlam?”

    “Well… Yes.” Zlam conceded.

    “That settles it! And never treat your brothers like dirt again Zlam! There’s other fights to fight!” Zlam lowered his fist in obedience to Zaxax, and then his head in shame of his scolding.

    “Sorry, Tapap.” Zlam apologized. Tapap nodded his acceptance, but his face remained unhappy. Zaxax turned to Salal.

    “Let’s see how many we can carry and take them back to Settlement!” He shouted, and began stuffing some in his arms. Zaxax managed to fit about eight in his arms, but one slipped out so he contented himself with seven. Looks like the trip back will be going slow, he thought. The other three Unggoy managed similar numbers, Tapap only six but Salal and Zlam were competing and almost managed nine, but were able only to carry eight.

    “Everyone ready?” He asked them, and got nods of approval from all of their blue, happy faces. They were full and ready to return home with their prize. Prizes. They set off into the forest, back the way they had come. Zaxax thought he heard a curious clicking noise as they climbed out of the Sharpclaw nest, but he knew it must’ve been the eggs. They were probably just clacking against each other.

    A gust of wind blew into the Unggoy, and Salal dropped an egg.

    “Haha!” Zlam roared in laughter to Salal’s scowls of frustration, and Zaxax thought he heard the clicking again a little louder this time.

    “Won’t be so funny when you drop one of yours!” Salal scolded Zlam. “Why you laughing anyway? Those are our eggs!” It was then that they all heard it, a loud clicking and scratching that silenced the forest. The Unggoy knew the sound, and had heard it often as they prepared for their hunt at sunrise. They heard it again now, and it filled them with dread.

    “Sharpclaws?” Tapap said uncertainly, and Zlam dropped an egg. The Unggoy were afraid.

    “Guys, we need to run!” Zaxax shouted and charged through the snow, leading the way with the others behind him as he stomped through the rough ground and nearly tripped, dropping another egg. “Nipples!” He cursed, but he didn’t stop, and kept heading towards Settlement. Maybe if they were fast enough...

[Faclan]

Chris Hyde - ONI Xeno Linguist
Unggoy Patriarch Settlement
This is going downhill fast.

Still waiting for a response from the ship that was currently on his sensor Hyde looked up in time for Jonas to get beamed right in the face plate by the pebble. Thankfully it wasn't big enough to make a proper hole but it did make a crack on it. The several layers of plastic holding strong but the outer layer now had a crack on it. From right above Jonas' left eye and then down to block of a lot of his vision. And boy did it piss him off. The pistol now out and pointed at where the Unggoy who threw the stone was now sitting as the other two ONI tried to hold him back. It had been a real good throw.

"You fucking pig! You tried to kill me! I'll shoot your head so many times it'll fly off your ugly neck!" Oh this was going just great as he tried to lower his arm enough to aim down as the other two were basically hugging him to keep his arm pointed up. Slowly turning to look at the apparent friend of the aggressor who was now sat down Chris just shrugged as he flicked the pad to try and get the mud off it.

"At this point I think both of them should be removed from this situation before it gets worse." Said rather deadpan with a shrug. As if this almost double murder happened all the time at ONI. And that may have been true! "I just hope your leader comes out soon so we can try to get some progress done." A glomph heard as the pistol was dropped to the ground as Chris sighed. Well at least it was on the floor now. "Could you pick that up to make sure he doesn't get it again?" The Linguist asked, in the Unggoy language so the other ONI wouldn't catch it initially. "At least you seem more sane than my group now." He finished in Unggoy before turning around to a whistle from the Lich's ramp.

An Unggoy in a very large hat, almost similar to the San 'Shyuum hat, standing there as he looked down at the honestly embarrassing scene before him. Pointing at Hazzap and Jonas as he spoke out. "You two on deep cleaning of mud plow now. Work together or you get kicked out door to make friends with Sharpclaws."

"The fuck is a sharpclaAAGH!" Jonas cried as he was dragged off by some of the crowd that had been formed. Hazzap soon pulled after him as the Patriarch nodded at the crowd that remained.

"Humans are here as voices of the other races. We deal with them so they will leave us alone. Is best for us to get this done quick before violent trouble arrives."

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Speaking off as the egg bearers were trying to run away as fast as their stubby legs could carry them they would spot a ship running as dark as it could passing over head. Heading away from the settlement and toward the cave of generators. Somehow they seemed to know about that and the ship didn't look Human or Covenant. Uh oh. It was the stupid beakfaces!

[Remnant]

Unggoy Hazzap, Infamous Anti-Covenant Terrorist
Patriarch Settlement - Cleaning Racks
How embarrassing.

Deep cleaning?! Mud plows?! Hazzap was fuming. These pesky smashed-faces had come onto HIS planet, trying to plant their filthy flag on HIS world. Unbelievable! Scraping at one of the plows with a wide flat-edged scraper, Hazzap huffed and huffed. The mud clung to the plow as though it had been drying for weeks. It stunk of dung and manure, sticking to his already filthy claws and paws. He wished he had his suit back on, because at least the mask would somewhat filter out the unbearable stench. Though, the fact that any stench could be intolerable to an Unggoy was impressive. Hazzap hoped that the Human next to him was suffering with his ugly, pointy nose. He glared at the Human with a deep-seated hatred in his eyes.

Thunk! An Unggoy supervisor that Hazzap particularly disliked, Glubglub, whacked him over the head with an improvised club. The hit was hard enough that he started seeing stars in his vision. "Owww!" Hazzap winced. "Back to work, party pooper!" Glubglub yelled. "You cause bad fight, you work debt off!" Glubglub poked and prodded the Human as well. "You missed spot, ugly-man!" Hazzap almost hated Glubglub more than he did the Human.

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Unggoy Kipkip the Unremarkable
Patriarch Settlement
Friends? Please tell me they're friends.

Kipkip snatched the weapon, hearing one of the other Humans speak his language. Before the angry Human could react, both he and Hazzap were dragged off rather hastily by the crowd of Unggoy that had formed. Kipkip turned the weapon around, looking down the barrel. He had never touched a Human weapon before. It was shiny and metallic. Could probably fetch a good price, too. Kipkip looked back up at the remaining Humans to find them staring at him. Whether it was shock or confusion from his holding the weapon, he didn't know. Nervous, he shifted his eyes left and right, trying to think fast. Chucking the weapon a decent distance away, he turned back to the Humans as though nothing had happened.

"Well, this is awkward." Kipkip started, trying for an icebreaker. "Sorry about Hazzap. Big head leaves small brain. Smaller than normal Unggoy. Too small." Kipkip kept going. "I... Er... How are the pug-faces?" Awkwardly, Kipkip was met with silence. "Wow. Tough crowd." Kipkip finished his monologue, shrugging. Turning his attention to the big-hat Unggoy, Kipkip began whistling to himself, unsure of what to do or say now that the only person he tagged along with was gone.

[Trooper]

Lak Viska, Mercenary

Enroute to Unngoy colony
'The hands at play'

 "Greetings new arrivals. Who ~~ you represent, ~~~~ you been invited down, ~~~~~ So ~~~~ there may be a problem." Came broken up communications from an unknown human source. Mercelus nodded to the pilot before retunring to the bay. "Ambassador Vadam, Lak, you may want to hear this." The Jiralhanea mercenary said calmly to the group. Lak sighed a quick thank you to the gods for a distraction from the political ramblings of the elder Sangheili. While Mercelus stayed in the hold with the others, Lak and Vier entered the cockpit where the pilot played the message over for them to hear. 

"Open a channel, see if we can speak with the humans." Vier ordered. With the channel opened Vier spoke. "Well met Human, this transport is full of Sangheili ambassadors and our escort.  We represent the Swords of Sangheilios, our Kaidon would like to make allies of the Unggoy colony so we may offer better support in the future." Vier said calmly. He then turned back to the pilot. "Quicken our descent, if they are having problems on the surface new eyes may be just what they need to solve it."

"This is Lak Viska, head of security, what problem are you referring too?" She asked on the open channel. Her mind playing out scenarios that could create an issue the humans would ask for help to solve.

[Faclan]

ONI squad
Unggoy Patriarch Settlement
Poop and bad programs.

Jonas was having real trouble trying to get the file under the mud with his pitiful Human hands. Not like big strong Unggoy hands. Glubglub didn't swing the club at him as he instead seemed to find it hilarious that the Human couldn't even clean! Cackling to himself after he finished whacking Hazzap over the head as he waggled the club in Jonas's direction. "Keep at it baby! Maybe you'll be able to clear a line by nightfall!" Laughing much as his own joke before spinning the club and walking off to check on the other work teams. The spot that Jonas was trying to clear not getting any closer to being removed as his arm strained as he tried to remove the basically rock hard mud.

"Fucking...Shit!" Thats right Jonas it did have a lot of shit on it! Well spotted!

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Able to do little besides stare at the supposedly more intelligent and clever Unggoy as he stared down the barrel of the very likely loaded pistol Hyde was at a loss for words. Kipkip could likely see the bullet down the barrel too! Happily winking at him and more than happy to blow a golf ball sized hole in his silly skull if given the chance. Oh boy murder! Before weeeee! As it was thrown away to glop down into the mud a ways off. "Well that won't be coming back." The Linguist would mutter as he turned to look at the leader properly. He was sure the shiny Human rock would be picked up withen seconds and someone would end up happy. He just had to hope they didn't shoot anyone or themselves. But it was just out of his hands now.

Though the whistling of the Unggoy was quickly joined by a garbled voice from the tac pad he was holding. Making the Patriarch wave his fancy shiny stick at Kipkip. "You! Shut face mouth!" Before pointing the stick at Chris. "You! What does pad say?"

Replaying the message Hyde did what he could to translate what it picked up and displayed in text. 'Well meat -- man. This hip! Pull Snag jelly ambasssss. We repress Swore of Snag Jellesous. Our Kyle wood line to made ball of un-got colin so after bettan supper in futurnite.'

"Useless ONI piece of garbage." Hyde muttered before looking back up at the Patriarch.

"It say its garbage? Is there little blue lady inside pad?"

"Err...no. It seems like its Sangheili coming down who want to make an alliance."

"Oh thats good. Tell them to land near colony."

'This is lake vicious, brain of secrets, what preeeeblom are you-you referee to?' Uhhh...god he hoped text would work better than voice as he typed out in response.

'This comm device is damaged, the issue is the generators and how they will be distributed. Head to the colony at [Coordinates] for further easier discussion' Before glancing at the other ONI. "Well Jonas was right, we do have more parties heading down here. That will please him once hes done cleaning the plow."

[Remnant]

Unggoy Hazzap, Infamous Anti-Covenant Terrorist
Patriarch Settlement - Cleaning Racks
Indignity

Hazzap continued scraping at the rock-hard mud clinging to the plow, seething in his rage. Glubglub gave him a menacing glare as he paced around the worksite, poking and prodding all the troublemakers. As soon as Glubglub walked away, Hazzap started collecting a pile of mud at his feet. Dry on the outside, by still wet on the inside when broke open. An idea sprouted inside Hazzap's small brain. Grabbing a rock, he chucked it towards a piece of metal with a loud ding!. Glubglub turned to the sound, his back now facing Hazzap and the Human next to him. Grabbing a hefty chunk of mud, he threw it at Glubglub and immediately went back to scrubbing the plow like nothing had happened.

There was a splat and then a roar of anger.

"WHO DID THAT?!" Glubglub bellowed in his fury!

"It was him! Human did it! Me watched him!" Hazzap called out. "Human no good! Human bad!"

Glubglub began walking towards the pair, glaring at the both of them.

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Unggoy Kipkip the Unremarkable
Patriarch Settlement
Blending In

Kipkip shut his face mouth as the Patriarch had asked. He watched and listened as the group of Humans spoke with the patriarch, though he didn't pay much attention to the conversation. He looked around at the bustling activity within the settlement, although he very clearly looked like a lost runtling. Settling on sticking with the Humans for now, Kipkip inched closer to the group, trying to blend in with them as though he was always there. Perhaps he WAS a lost runtling. He hoped none of the Humans noticed his presence or tried to kick him out. He really had no where to go at this point. He was practically a side-character in Hazzap's exciting and vibrant life.

[NinjaBoss]

Zaxax, Unggoy Ultra
Forgotten Redoubt
Hunting grounds nearby Unggoy Settlement
Run!

    Snow crunched underfoot with each step as the Unggoy padded along as fast as their legs would take them. The clicking and chittering grew more excited behind them, and they could hear the sounds of undergrowth torn from the earth by the sharpclaws’ pointed legs. Zaxax cursed the planet’s atmosphere for its volatility. Elsewhere he would simply order his file to bathe the insects in a wave of plasma, but here they were forced to run for their lives.

    “Run!” He reminded the other Unggoy, who seemed to be remembering well enough on their own. Try as they might to hold onto the eggs, they still had lost a few more, and Zlam had nearly tripped over a pair of eggs that he had dropped in fear and haste. Each of the Unggoy now held only three or four of the tasty items. Zaxax carried three of his own.

    A shape darkened the sky above suddenly, one that moved too fast for a cloud. Zaxax glanced at the sky and saw a ship! He narrowed his eyes, recognizing the vessel’s class from his many revolutions spent fighting for the Covenant army. It was called… Splooge what it’s called, he thought, that’s a Kig-Yar ship! A light ship used for scouting and harassment missions, it was relatively small and known to be elusive. We need to follow them and inform Settlement. If they were not eaten by the sharpclaws first.

    The Unggoys’ vision of the ship was cut off as they entered a narrow, rocky ravine. A thin stream trickled through the frozen ground, splitting the floor of the ravine in two, but there was plenty of room on either side of the tiny waterway for the Unggoy to avoid getting wet.

    “I don’t wanna die! We’re all gonna die!” Tapap wailed, and dropped the last of his eggs with abandon, forgetting their existence. Zlam started and his head jerked to look behind them, and he screamed with terror when he saw the sharpclaws getting closer. He dropped his eggs as well and ran with renewed vigor, passing the other Unggoy if only by a meter or so.

    That was when Zaxax noticed a hole in the wall of the rocks, coming up on their left. It didn’t look very large, but maybe it would keep them safe. They were unlikely to outrun the sharpclaws, he had decided.

    “Look!” He shouted, pointing at the tiny cave. “In there! Run!” He bolted for the cave, and the Unggoy followed his path with their eyes. Zaxax hoped they would follow with the rest of themselves and dived into the cave, landing on the cold ground with a hard thud and rolling sideways several times from the force of his run. As he began to slow down in the darkness, he rolled over an edge, and fell.

OOC: The Kig-Yar ship described in the post, a DAS-class storm cutter

[Faclan]

ONI squad
Unggoy Patriarch Settlement
Violence is the key.

Huffing and puffing would break into a 'hah!' as Jonas finally got the crusted on mud section he was currently working on finally pulled up a little! Now he could get under it and have a much easier time. He could do this. Shove it into the damn pig faces uhh...face! Yeah! Show them how much better he was than them. It was just facts after all.

Maybe he wasnt the best pick for this mission but short timetables and idiot management after all.

His mood not improving as he saw the Unggoy next to him crouch down and grab a ball of mud. Jonas gripping the pry bar tighter as he expected it to be thrown his way. Oh they would have some blows exchanged if he was about to do what it looked like the Unggoy was doing. Before the throw happened. And Jonas turned to see it sailing right toward the overseer. Oh shit.

And the shit splattered everywhere as the impact was made. And Jonas was already on his feet as he growled and hefted up the small plow he had been working on. "You little peice of shit! I'll crush that lying right out of your face!" Well it didn't make much sense but Jonas was moving toward Hazzap with the intend to smash the muddy plow down on him. Making it even more filthy to be sure!

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The ONI squad would just shrug as the Unggoy moved up next to them. They were surrounded by them after all so one getting close wasn't any cause for alarm. They just needed to wait for the Sangheili to respond as the Patriarch turned to Kipkip.

"You, Kip," gasp he remembered! "Where is Zaxax hunting rock team? Why they not back yet?"

Hyde glancing over as he hummed. "Did they radio in at all?"

"Radio rare, only base defenders have." And right after his hip would buzz. Which after tapping would have a new voice.

"Boss, we saw something on the sensors, low flying and fast. We expecting more fatties?"

The Patriarch smiling at the Humans as he waves his hand. "J...just a joke!" Before he replied to the radio. "Sangheili yeah, dont worry they said they were having some kind of issues." Hyde meanwhile grimaced as he glanced back at the pad. With so many other parties in up in space the dread was starting to form that it was not Sangheili. Stupid pad wasn't telling him how long ago tha last message was so he could try to guess.

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Tic n Tac held onto the overhanging bars of the Storm Cutter as best they could with one hand as the other checked over each others gear. They needed to be in the exo ranger armor to make it on this planet but both were worried really. Due to the whole 'we have to be in and out so damn fast' order from above the armor of the suit had been striped back a lot. Sure they were not going to have their arm freeze off if the suit got a puncture as it wasn't the vacuum of space but the Unggoy were not going to be happy once they found the Kigs on the ground. And having essentially no armor and limited air was worrying for both Ibie'Shans.

But they were on the ship now and so it was far too late to try and back out now. Not that they would be able too. So they nodded to each other and clasped forearms. Their gear was as good as they could make it at this point and their dart carbines ready to go. With magnetic acceleration the chance of an ignition should be low but they hoped they wouldn't need to fire much anyway.

The Cutter flying low as it scanned the surface looking for a break in the earth that would lead them to the underground warehouse. Then it would be land and go time. The hold empty to hold as many as they could drag out before they had to flee and try to get out. Likely slipspacing in atmosphere to ensure escape. At least according to their flotilla leader.

(The raid leader will be an NPC unless someone wants to take their spot :>)