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A old story I did for a high school creative writing class 'bout a jackal character I made in my mind after playing Halo, 05-06 time.
Now I think its not so good but might aswell put it up anyway.
Comments on what you liked/could be improved would be nice :).
Btw, finally posting some of my writing :D.
This is the story of a young Kig-yar (Jackal) named Vox and his encounter with the humans.
Vox mumbled under his breath as he walked around the wall of the base. Why do I have to say out here while the rest get to stay warm and eat?! Sighing his breath hissed out from between his pointed teeth as he finished his umpteenth round of the base. But this time something was different. The three grunts who had been sitting around the gate were gone. Stupid fools, probably went back inside, 'Norsalle will have their heads if they did. But eventually his curiosity got the best of him. Resting one his his clawed hands on the plasma pistol at his waist he sniffed the air as he followed the sent of the grunts. Soon the scent led him inside the walls, just to the left of the gate, but the sent had changed. Behind one of the service hatches he could smell leaking methane, a telltale sign of either a leak in a grunts pack, or, he gulped, death. Taking his pistol from his belt he held it tightly in his hand as he slowly extended his hand to the hatches handle. Gripping the handle he breathed deeply, said a quick prayer, and opened the hatch.
The three grunts had been thrown in a heap, blood slowly pooling under them, the smell of methane clogged Voxes nose as he shut the hatch. But a flash of red caught his keen vision. Whirling around he could see the main building blossom fire. He knew what was coming. Quickly yanking the hatch back open he dived inside, just as the base exploded in a massive ball of fire. Luckily for Vox the explosion forced the hatch shut. But he was still blown backwards before it fully shut as the walls of the base shook from the shock wave. Vox hit the wall hard and fell onto the dead grunts. He tied to get up, but squawked as pain shot though his leg, looking down he could see it bent at a odd angle. But he froze when he heard voices outside where he hid.
"Dam Chief nice fireworks." One voice said, it sounded cocky and happy, there was silence for awhile before another voice sounded.
"Yes, and my tracker is showing no movement, looks like we did it." Vox gulped, he knew that voice, it was the Demon, the ultimate killer.
The voices paused as the grunts bodies shifted under his weight. Their armor grinding against the floor. Vox froze with fear as he heard footsteps come closer. Vox looked to his side and saw a small hatch. If only he could get to it.
Vox knew he would have to be fast if he wanted to live. Sliding as quickly as he could off the dead grunts he made his way toward the hatch. But his broken leg was slowing him down, a lot, but he still pressed on. Knowing that death was coming closer.
He had just laid his clawed hand on the hatch when the door was flung open. The sudden sunlight blinded Vox as he felt a armored hand close around his throat. Gurgling he was dragged from the service area. He squawked when his face was thrown into the hard ground. But he felt something cold and metallic press against the back of his head.
Soon his eyes adjusted to the sun and he found himself laying on the ground. The smell of death heavy in the air. Craning his neck at an uncomfortable angle he found himself looking up into a Demons assault rifle.
John, or Spartan 117, looked down at the trapped jackal. It was only the absence of a weapon that was keeping the jackal alive. But he still pushed the jackals head into the ground to make sure he didn't try anything. But John could tell from how big the jackals eyes were and how it was shaking that it was to scared to move.
The man standing next to him, Sergeant Major Johnson, looked down at the jackal, his face impassive. Bending down he took a small tube looking device from the jackals belt. Getting down onto one knee he held the device in front of the jackals face. "What is this?"
Vox looked from the Demon to the darker human next to him. "A....a data cylinder." He said quietly. His eyes returning to the gun. The Demon told the dark man what he had said. The dark man smiled. "___ do you ____ this?" Vox couldn't understand everything the man said. But he could figure out what he said. "I'm a researcher....please don't kill me."
John smiled under his helmet as he jackal pleaded for its life. But then he noticed something about the jackal. It wasn't wearing a shield generator. Maybe it was telling the truth. "It says its a researcher." Johnson eyes widened slightly, but then he shrugged at John. "If he's a researcher he might be of some use to us. But its your call chief."
Johns expression was that of stone under his helmet. But he pulled the trigger back ever so slightly, the jackals eyes went even wider as the trigger was moved back, and it struggled to get away from the gun. Setting his boot on the jackals back as his gun held its head to the ground. The jackal looked up at him, and shut its eyes, preparing for death. But then John made his decision. As he removed his gun and boot from the jackals back and head.
Vox slowly opened his eyes as he felt the pressure lift from his head and back. I'm still alive!? But he felt his wrists grabbed roughly as he was hauled to his feet. He squawked loudly as he put weight on his broken leg, and he fell to the ground, only to be pulled up again, this time by his throat. Gasping for breath he did his best to stand as his hands were handcuffed behind his back. He hung his head as he heard the metallic click, he was well and truly captured now, now he could no longer return to the covenant, they would kill him for letting himself be captured. He felt the Demons assault rifle push him forward. Gasping as he again put weight on his broken leg. But he knew what would happen if he fell so he continued to walk as best he could as the Demon pushed him toward something. They finally stopped, and Vox looked up to see a human transport, a hog or something. But a sharp pain in the back of his head stopped his thinking and his world went black.
John couldn't help but smile as the jackal crumpled to the ground. Grabbing its arms he dragged it to the Warthog and strapped it into the passenger seat as Johnson took the gunners position. Johnson looked down at the unconscious jackal. "What are you going to do to him chief?" John shrugged as he started up the engine. Closing the issue.
Soon they pulled into the makeshift cave they had built to combat the Covenant in this area. They had been smart about the placement. It was in a large hidden cave with only one entrance. Just after the cave entrance they had built a metal wall spanning from floor to ceiling. The marines guarding the door smiled as they saw the master chief, glad he was still around, he gave them hope.
John soon pulled up at the main building, Johnson and John both jumped out as the Warthog skidded to a stop. Vox just starting to wake up.
Vox groaned and slowly opened his eyes. Why is everything so dark? Realization hit him like a giant wave of pain and sorrow. He had been captured. Gurgling again he was yanked out of the seat by his throat, and thrown to the ground, further damaging his already broken leg. Slowly getting to his feet he was pushed forward again, and didn't stop until he was deep inside the building, his head hung all the way through.
He finally looked up as they stopped moving. He found himself standing before a human female wearing what appeared to be a gray flight suit. But he could see the chevrons on her upper arms, she was a commander, and her tag said Mir..Miranda?
The humans talked back and fourth for awhile. Vox only catching snippets of what they said. "At the destroyed base...says he's a researcher...had this." At this the dark human pulled out his data cylinder and handed it to the female. She flipped it over in her hands and inserted it into a slot in a computer. It took the computer a few seconds to translate the written Kig-yar language into English.
Name: Vox Kimar
Occupation: Researcher and technician
Rank: N/A
Number of entries; 0000003
Press ENTER to view entry number 1
Miranda looked from the Master Chief to Johnson. "No rank eh, looks like he was telling the truth, strange." She mused as she tapped the enter key. The jackal just stood next to the Master Chief. Its vulture like head hung.
Entry one
Date: 8/17/55
Time: 8:07 AM
It seems strange that the commander has sent be to the base, "Knifes edge" so close to the human position. But his word is law, and disobeying it means death, and I would prefer to live longer them my first assignment.
Entry two
Date: 8/18/55
Time: 10:32 PM
I finally arrived at, "Knifes edge" today. But the base commander, Ado 'Norsalle, seems very strange, even for an Shangheili. But he is still the commander, so I have to fix the malfunctioning equipment that he got me for.
Entry three
Date: 8/19/55
Time: 12:20 PM
'Norsalle seems to be getting more paranoid by the minute. He stopped me working on repairing the bases sensors and defensive turrets today. He even put me on guard duty, even though I've only been through basic training, we would be much better off if he put me fix the bases sensors. I wonder what has him so worried?
:End of entries:
Vox Looked over at a digital clock that switched between the time and date. It seemed so long ago since he had been captured.
7:26 PM
8/19/55
He sighed as he looked back at the ground, the humans and Demon looking from him to each other, the dark human and the female smiling.
Soon after the humans had stolen and read his logs Vox ad been left in a cell. He sat dejectedly in a corner of his small room as he drifted off to a troubled sleep. His dreams were filled of the Demon coming closer and closer. But no matter how hard he ran, it continued to hunt him down.
Thankfully he was awakened by his cell door opening before the dream Demon grabbed him. He looked up to see a human female walking though his cell door. She was slightly shorter then the human commander Miranda. She smiled at him as she lightly gripped his arm and helped him up. She didn't say anything to him, just helped him along until they reached a strange looking door. A small sign next to the door caught Voxes attention. It was a small white square with a red cross in the center. The door opened and the human continued to help him until she sat him down in a chair. "Stay still Vox. I need to take a look at your leg." Vox was surprised he could understand her, she spoke so clearly, so he nodded and sat still.
Kelsey hummed as she looked over the jackals leg. Only the upper joint was dislocated. But what would be considered his foot was fractured in several places. She was surprised that he could even walk. Shrugging she began her work. She worked slowly, her knowledge of Kig-yar anatomy limited, hoping she wouldn't hurt him more. But Vox refused any kind of pain killer. He must not trust any of us. Shrugging she slowly set his joint back into place.
Vox breathed in sharply when the female started to move his broken leg. Looking around for something to numb the pain the best he could find was a piece of wood sitting on the table next to him. Picking up the wood he bit down hard on it. It didn't stop the pain, but at least it gave him something to take his mind of it.
Kelsey smiled slightly as Vox used an old pain killer, shrugging she took a deep breath, and popped the joint back into its socket. She heard a sharp hiss from Vox as something hit her in the head. Looking down at the ground she could see a part of the wood. Her eyes widened slightly. She knew jackals hard sharp teeth, but that wood was a solid inch, no surprise that soldiers feared their bite, and why some had even lost hands to it.
She slowly continued her work as she began to set the bones in his foot back into place.
It took some time be she eventually finished, Voxes face had taken on a slight shade of red, and she grinned slightly as he spit out the wood and looked down at his leg. Slowly rising up from the chair he stood, he was a bit shaky, but at least he stood. She looked over at the clock in the wall. Almost 11. "Come on Vox, rest is what you need now." He nodded as he walked, albeit slowly, back to his cell.
Vox again sat against the cold walls of his cell as he looked at his leg. He was surprised how different she was compared to the other humans. She didn't push him or hurt him. It seemed as if she was just trying to help. He was soon drifting off to sleep again. But this time he didn't dream about the Demon.
Vox awoke as the sun from the window hit his face. Shifting slightly he was about to fall asleep again as the door to his cell opened. He looked up through half closed eyes. But it wasn't Kelsey. The human looked distastefully down at him as it left a tray of food in front of him and promptly left. Sighing Vox picked up the strange looking food and took a small bite. It tasted vile, but he knew that it would be all he would be getting for a long time, so he forced himself to eat. Pushing the tray away he looked back up at the closed door.
A sudden wave of sorrow washed over him. Would he be forced to live the rest of his life like this. Never seeing his old home or his family again? A small tear escaped his eye as he though of his family. How worried his mother had been after his father had died in the war. His older brother badly injured not long before that. But the covenant has still come calling to his home.
Vox's mind started to wander back to his life before the capture. Oh how much it had changed in such a short time.
He had always had a fascination with machines ever since the first time he had seen one. Before he can remember his father, who had shown him his first machine, and been showing Vox how they work. Soon Vox could take most things apart and put them back together. But after his father had left, Vox had done his best to continue, but as news of his fathers death reached his ears, he stopped tinkering.
It had only been a few days since Voxes brother had come back from the war. His left hand had been completely broken off and his throat all but crushed. Vox and his mother were surprised that he was even still alive. But Vox wouldn't let his brother die. He spent every day by his brothers side, helping him eat and trying to keep him alive, despite the warnings that his brother wouldn't survive.
He seemed to be recovering with Voxes and his mothers help. But the covenant came knocking on their door again. This time they demanded that Vox serve in the war. So Vox was forced to leave his brother to save his family from retribution. Only two days after he had left his brother died. Vox knew that he would still be alive if he was still there to help him. Dam those Heartless covenant bastards! All they care about is this war, not life, if they only knew.
So Vox had gone though his training with resentment toward all his commanding officers. Often doing the work only when they ordered him to. He was always the lower end of the troop.
But finally he found a way to finally show them what he could do. He was sitting in the barracks, thinking about his brothers death, when the holo-pad that gave orders and assignments in the barracks suffered a small explosion and shut down. Vox had been walking next to it when it blew. He was soon sitting next to the sparking wreckage and sorting through the pieces. Some of his fellow Kig-Yar came to watch him and went to get tools and extra pieces when he asked for them.
By the time the Technician arrived Vox had already re-connected the damage holo projector to the power supply and was working on the part that failed. He watched as the holo-pad glowing blue then beeped. Smiling Vox dusted off the covering and set it back on the device.
Vox hoped that this would make them realize that he was no help to the war. He couldn't fight, he could only fix. That way he could get back home. Not just to help his mother deal with the loss of her entire family. But also with the amount of work that was being piled on her because of the loss of the workers in the family. But they higher ups had 'better' ideas for him. Such was the way he was passed through basic training and put out in the field as a battlefield technician.
But Vox was roused from his recollection as the door to his cell opened again. This time it was Kelsey standing in the door frame. She still had that same smile on as she looked down at him. "Come on Vox, the commander wants to see your skill." Nodding Vox stood up he was surprised how much better his leg was feeling. Following Kelsey through the maze of hallways in the base, Vox could see the door with the red cross next to it. Yet they walked past this and headed deeper into the base. They eventually arrived at a much bigger door with armed humans on either side of it. They stiffened when they saw Vox, but after seeing Kelsey they nodded and stood aside, with a hiss of compressed air the door opened.
Vox found himself standing in a large room lined with large machines, desks, and technology whose origin he could only guess. Kelsey smiled at his expression as he walked around the room, running his clawed hands over the machinery, gazing in awe at them. Some he could tell were covenant that the humans had stolen. But some were large machines that grinded and groaned as large gears moved in them. He looked over at Kelsey who just nodded.
Soon he was sitting at a table looking over some the the designs of the human machines and making small notes in them. He didn't notice that Kelsey had been called aside by one of the soldiers. He was to engrossed in the machines that filled the room.
Kelsey nodded as the soldier told her that the Commander wanted her. Walking back to the command room she saluted Miranda and waited to be addressed. Yet she could see slightly past the commander to a computer screen where she could see Vox. He was now walking around one of the machines in the lab. Looking back at the plans in his clawed hands as he did so. Miranda turned when she heard a person behind her and returned the salute.
"Good to see you again Kelsey." She said curtly as she glanced at the computer screen. "What good could come of this? For all we know he could build a distress beacon. Why do you think he would make improvements on our machines?"
"I'm not entirely sure mam, I just believe that he wouldn't do that, look at this record we found on him. He was on a R & D team with the Covenant that made improvements on the elite's shields. What if he helped us understand that better. You read the file as much as I did, you know how much he hates the Covenant. Maybe he'll see this as a chance for revenge."
Miranda looked skeptical as she turned around and looked back at some screens. She was silent for a few seconds before she spoke again. "All right Kelsey, we'll try this, but at the slightest hint that he's trying to contact the Covenant, he will be killed."
Kelsey nodded, she knew this was the end of the conversation. So she saluted, did an about-face, and walked out the door. She would need awhile to think about this, was it worth the risk? Or would they just make Vox tell them what they needed. She shuddered at the thought. She knew what they would do to him, and she knew Vox wouldn't survive.
How is the punishment of an innocent life ever justified. Even in times such as this?
Was this the start of a great alliance with Vox or had Kelsey just enabled a time bomb? Only the future would tell.....
Now I think its not so good but might aswell put it up anyway.
Comments on what you liked/could be improved would be nice :).
Btw, finally posting some of my writing :D.
This is the story of a young Kig-yar (Jackal) named Vox and his encounter with the humans.
Vox mumbled under his breath as he walked around the wall of the base. Why do I have to say out here while the rest get to stay warm and eat?! Sighing his breath hissed out from between his pointed teeth as he finished his umpteenth round of the base. But this time something was different. The three grunts who had been sitting around the gate were gone. Stupid fools, probably went back inside, 'Norsalle will have their heads if they did. But eventually his curiosity got the best of him. Resting one his his clawed hands on the plasma pistol at his waist he sniffed the air as he followed the sent of the grunts. Soon the scent led him inside the walls, just to the left of the gate, but the sent had changed. Behind one of the service hatches he could smell leaking methane, a telltale sign of either a leak in a grunts pack, or, he gulped, death. Taking his pistol from his belt he held it tightly in his hand as he slowly extended his hand to the hatches handle. Gripping the handle he breathed deeply, said a quick prayer, and opened the hatch.
The three grunts had been thrown in a heap, blood slowly pooling under them, the smell of methane clogged Voxes nose as he shut the hatch. But a flash of red caught his keen vision. Whirling around he could see the main building blossom fire. He knew what was coming. Quickly yanking the hatch back open he dived inside, just as the base exploded in a massive ball of fire. Luckily for Vox the explosion forced the hatch shut. But he was still blown backwards before it fully shut as the walls of the base shook from the shock wave. Vox hit the wall hard and fell onto the dead grunts. He tied to get up, but squawked as pain shot though his leg, looking down he could see it bent at a odd angle. But he froze when he heard voices outside where he hid.
"Dam Chief nice fireworks." One voice said, it sounded cocky and happy, there was silence for awhile before another voice sounded.
"Yes, and my tracker is showing no movement, looks like we did it." Vox gulped, he knew that voice, it was the Demon, the ultimate killer.
The voices paused as the grunts bodies shifted under his weight. Their armor grinding against the floor. Vox froze with fear as he heard footsteps come closer. Vox looked to his side and saw a small hatch. If only he could get to it.
Vox knew he would have to be fast if he wanted to live. Sliding as quickly as he could off the dead grunts he made his way toward the hatch. But his broken leg was slowing him down, a lot, but he still pressed on. Knowing that death was coming closer.
He had just laid his clawed hand on the hatch when the door was flung open. The sudden sunlight blinded Vox as he felt a armored hand close around his throat. Gurgling he was dragged from the service area. He squawked when his face was thrown into the hard ground. But he felt something cold and metallic press against the back of his head.
Soon his eyes adjusted to the sun and he found himself laying on the ground. The smell of death heavy in the air. Craning his neck at an uncomfortable angle he found himself looking up into a Demons assault rifle.
John, or Spartan 117, looked down at the trapped jackal. It was only the absence of a weapon that was keeping the jackal alive. But he still pushed the jackals head into the ground to make sure he didn't try anything. But John could tell from how big the jackals eyes were and how it was shaking that it was to scared to move.
The man standing next to him, Sergeant Major Johnson, looked down at the jackal, his face impassive. Bending down he took a small tube looking device from the jackals belt. Getting down onto one knee he held the device in front of the jackals face. "What is this?"
Vox looked from the Demon to the darker human next to him. "A....a data cylinder." He said quietly. His eyes returning to the gun. The Demon told the dark man what he had said. The dark man smiled. "___ do you ____ this?" Vox couldn't understand everything the man said. But he could figure out what he said. "I'm a researcher....please don't kill me."
John smiled under his helmet as he jackal pleaded for its life. But then he noticed something about the jackal. It wasn't wearing a shield generator. Maybe it was telling the truth. "It says its a researcher." Johnson eyes widened slightly, but then he shrugged at John. "If he's a researcher he might be of some use to us. But its your call chief."
Johns expression was that of stone under his helmet. But he pulled the trigger back ever so slightly, the jackals eyes went even wider as the trigger was moved back, and it struggled to get away from the gun. Setting his boot on the jackals back as his gun held its head to the ground. The jackal looked up at him, and shut its eyes, preparing for death. But then John made his decision. As he removed his gun and boot from the jackals back and head.
Vox slowly opened his eyes as he felt the pressure lift from his head and back. I'm still alive!? But he felt his wrists grabbed roughly as he was hauled to his feet. He squawked loudly as he put weight on his broken leg, and he fell to the ground, only to be pulled up again, this time by his throat. Gasping for breath he did his best to stand as his hands were handcuffed behind his back. He hung his head as he heard the metallic click, he was well and truly captured now, now he could no longer return to the covenant, they would kill him for letting himself be captured. He felt the Demons assault rifle push him forward. Gasping as he again put weight on his broken leg. But he knew what would happen if he fell so he continued to walk as best he could as the Demon pushed him toward something. They finally stopped, and Vox looked up to see a human transport, a hog or something. But a sharp pain in the back of his head stopped his thinking and his world went black.
John couldn't help but smile as the jackal crumpled to the ground. Grabbing its arms he dragged it to the Warthog and strapped it into the passenger seat as Johnson took the gunners position. Johnson looked down at the unconscious jackal. "What are you going to do to him chief?" John shrugged as he started up the engine. Closing the issue.
Soon they pulled into the makeshift cave they had built to combat the Covenant in this area. They had been smart about the placement. It was in a large hidden cave with only one entrance. Just after the cave entrance they had built a metal wall spanning from floor to ceiling. The marines guarding the door smiled as they saw the master chief, glad he was still around, he gave them hope.
John soon pulled up at the main building, Johnson and John both jumped out as the Warthog skidded to a stop. Vox just starting to wake up.
Vox groaned and slowly opened his eyes. Why is everything so dark? Realization hit him like a giant wave of pain and sorrow. He had been captured. Gurgling again he was yanked out of the seat by his throat, and thrown to the ground, further damaging his already broken leg. Slowly getting to his feet he was pushed forward again, and didn't stop until he was deep inside the building, his head hung all the way through.
He finally looked up as they stopped moving. He found himself standing before a human female wearing what appeared to be a gray flight suit. But he could see the chevrons on her upper arms, she was a commander, and her tag said Mir..Miranda?
The humans talked back and fourth for awhile. Vox only catching snippets of what they said. "At the destroyed base...says he's a researcher...had this." At this the dark human pulled out his data cylinder and handed it to the female. She flipped it over in her hands and inserted it into a slot in a computer. It took the computer a few seconds to translate the written Kig-yar language into English.
Name: Vox Kimar
Occupation: Researcher and technician
Rank: N/A
Number of entries; 0000003
Press ENTER to view entry number 1
Miranda looked from the Master Chief to Johnson. "No rank eh, looks like he was telling the truth, strange." She mused as she tapped the enter key. The jackal just stood next to the Master Chief. Its vulture like head hung.
Entry one
Date: 8/17/55
Time: 8:07 AM
It seems strange that the commander has sent be to the base, "Knifes edge" so close to the human position. But his word is law, and disobeying it means death, and I would prefer to live longer them my first assignment.
Entry two
Date: 8/18/55
Time: 10:32 PM
I finally arrived at, "Knifes edge" today. But the base commander, Ado 'Norsalle, seems very strange, even for an Shangheili. But he is still the commander, so I have to fix the malfunctioning equipment that he got me for.
Entry three
Date: 8/19/55
Time: 12:20 PM
'Norsalle seems to be getting more paranoid by the minute. He stopped me working on repairing the bases sensors and defensive turrets today. He even put me on guard duty, even though I've only been through basic training, we would be much better off if he put me fix the bases sensors. I wonder what has him so worried?
:End of entries:
Vox Looked over at a digital clock that switched between the time and date. It seemed so long ago since he had been captured.
7:26 PM
8/19/55
He sighed as he looked back at the ground, the humans and Demon looking from him to each other, the dark human and the female smiling.
Soon after the humans had stolen and read his logs Vox ad been left in a cell. He sat dejectedly in a corner of his small room as he drifted off to a troubled sleep. His dreams were filled of the Demon coming closer and closer. But no matter how hard he ran, it continued to hunt him down.
Thankfully he was awakened by his cell door opening before the dream Demon grabbed him. He looked up to see a human female walking though his cell door. She was slightly shorter then the human commander Miranda. She smiled at him as she lightly gripped his arm and helped him up. She didn't say anything to him, just helped him along until they reached a strange looking door. A small sign next to the door caught Voxes attention. It was a small white square with a red cross in the center. The door opened and the human continued to help him until she sat him down in a chair. "Stay still Vox. I need to take a look at your leg." Vox was surprised he could understand her, she spoke so clearly, so he nodded and sat still.
Kelsey hummed as she looked over the jackals leg. Only the upper joint was dislocated. But what would be considered his foot was fractured in several places. She was surprised that he could even walk. Shrugging she began her work. She worked slowly, her knowledge of Kig-yar anatomy limited, hoping she wouldn't hurt him more. But Vox refused any kind of pain killer. He must not trust any of us. Shrugging she slowly set his joint back into place.
Vox breathed in sharply when the female started to move his broken leg. Looking around for something to numb the pain the best he could find was a piece of wood sitting on the table next to him. Picking up the wood he bit down hard on it. It didn't stop the pain, but at least it gave him something to take his mind of it.
Kelsey smiled slightly as Vox used an old pain killer, shrugging she took a deep breath, and popped the joint back into its socket. She heard a sharp hiss from Vox as something hit her in the head. Looking down at the ground she could see a part of the wood. Her eyes widened slightly. She knew jackals hard sharp teeth, but that wood was a solid inch, no surprise that soldiers feared their bite, and why some had even lost hands to it.
She slowly continued her work as she began to set the bones in his foot back into place.
It took some time be she eventually finished, Voxes face had taken on a slight shade of red, and she grinned slightly as he spit out the wood and looked down at his leg. Slowly rising up from the chair he stood, he was a bit shaky, but at least he stood. She looked over at the clock in the wall. Almost 11. "Come on Vox, rest is what you need now." He nodded as he walked, albeit slowly, back to his cell.
Vox again sat against the cold walls of his cell as he looked at his leg. He was surprised how different she was compared to the other humans. She didn't push him or hurt him. It seemed as if she was just trying to help. He was soon drifting off to sleep again. But this time he didn't dream about the Demon.
Vox awoke as the sun from the window hit his face. Shifting slightly he was about to fall asleep again as the door to his cell opened. He looked up through half closed eyes. But it wasn't Kelsey. The human looked distastefully down at him as it left a tray of food in front of him and promptly left. Sighing Vox picked up the strange looking food and took a small bite. It tasted vile, but he knew that it would be all he would be getting for a long time, so he forced himself to eat. Pushing the tray away he looked back up at the closed door.
A sudden wave of sorrow washed over him. Would he be forced to live the rest of his life like this. Never seeing his old home or his family again? A small tear escaped his eye as he though of his family. How worried his mother had been after his father had died in the war. His older brother badly injured not long before that. But the covenant has still come calling to his home.
Vox's mind started to wander back to his life before the capture. Oh how much it had changed in such a short time.
He had always had a fascination with machines ever since the first time he had seen one. Before he can remember his father, who had shown him his first machine, and been showing Vox how they work. Soon Vox could take most things apart and put them back together. But after his father had left, Vox had done his best to continue, but as news of his fathers death reached his ears, he stopped tinkering.
It had only been a few days since Voxes brother had come back from the war. His left hand had been completely broken off and his throat all but crushed. Vox and his mother were surprised that he was even still alive. But Vox wouldn't let his brother die. He spent every day by his brothers side, helping him eat and trying to keep him alive, despite the warnings that his brother wouldn't survive.
He seemed to be recovering with Voxes and his mothers help. But the covenant came knocking on their door again. This time they demanded that Vox serve in the war. So Vox was forced to leave his brother to save his family from retribution. Only two days after he had left his brother died. Vox knew that he would still be alive if he was still there to help him. Dam those Heartless covenant bastards! All they care about is this war, not life, if they only knew.
So Vox had gone though his training with resentment toward all his commanding officers. Often doing the work only when they ordered him to. He was always the lower end of the troop.
But finally he found a way to finally show them what he could do. He was sitting in the barracks, thinking about his brothers death, when the holo-pad that gave orders and assignments in the barracks suffered a small explosion and shut down. Vox had been walking next to it when it blew. He was soon sitting next to the sparking wreckage and sorting through the pieces. Some of his fellow Kig-Yar came to watch him and went to get tools and extra pieces when he asked for them.
By the time the Technician arrived Vox had already re-connected the damage holo projector to the power supply and was working on the part that failed. He watched as the holo-pad glowing blue then beeped. Smiling Vox dusted off the covering and set it back on the device.
Vox hoped that this would make them realize that he was no help to the war. He couldn't fight, he could only fix. That way he could get back home. Not just to help his mother deal with the loss of her entire family. But also with the amount of work that was being piled on her because of the loss of the workers in the family. But they higher ups had 'better' ideas for him. Such was the way he was passed through basic training and put out in the field as a battlefield technician.
But Vox was roused from his recollection as the door to his cell opened again. This time it was Kelsey standing in the door frame. She still had that same smile on as she looked down at him. "Come on Vox, the commander wants to see your skill." Nodding Vox stood up he was surprised how much better his leg was feeling. Following Kelsey through the maze of hallways in the base, Vox could see the door with the red cross next to it. Yet they walked past this and headed deeper into the base. They eventually arrived at a much bigger door with armed humans on either side of it. They stiffened when they saw Vox, but after seeing Kelsey they nodded and stood aside, with a hiss of compressed air the door opened.
Vox found himself standing in a large room lined with large machines, desks, and technology whose origin he could only guess. Kelsey smiled at his expression as he walked around the room, running his clawed hands over the machinery, gazing in awe at them. Some he could tell were covenant that the humans had stolen. But some were large machines that grinded and groaned as large gears moved in them. He looked over at Kelsey who just nodded.
Soon he was sitting at a table looking over some the the designs of the human machines and making small notes in them. He didn't notice that Kelsey had been called aside by one of the soldiers. He was to engrossed in the machines that filled the room.
Kelsey nodded as the soldier told her that the Commander wanted her. Walking back to the command room she saluted Miranda and waited to be addressed. Yet she could see slightly past the commander to a computer screen where she could see Vox. He was now walking around one of the machines in the lab. Looking back at the plans in his clawed hands as he did so. Miranda turned when she heard a person behind her and returned the salute.
"Good to see you again Kelsey." She said curtly as she glanced at the computer screen. "What good could come of this? For all we know he could build a distress beacon. Why do you think he would make improvements on our machines?"
"I'm not entirely sure mam, I just believe that he wouldn't do that, look at this record we found on him. He was on a R & D team with the Covenant that made improvements on the elite's shields. What if he helped us understand that better. You read the file as much as I did, you know how much he hates the Covenant. Maybe he'll see this as a chance for revenge."
Miranda looked skeptical as she turned around and looked back at some screens. She was silent for a few seconds before she spoke again. "All right Kelsey, we'll try this, but at the slightest hint that he's trying to contact the Covenant, he will be killed."
Kelsey nodded, she knew this was the end of the conversation. So she saluted, did an about-face, and walked out the door. She would need awhile to think about this, was it worth the risk? Or would they just make Vox tell them what they needed. She shuddered at the thought. She knew what they would do to him, and she knew Vox wouldn't survive.
How is the punishment of an innocent life ever justified. Even in times such as this?
Was this the start of a great alliance with Vox or had Kelsey just enabled a time bomb? Only the future would tell.....
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