Game Set Match

"Did you hear about what happened with Bebap and Jen-Nor?" One of the grunts told his squad mate. They were resting on a bench in the city, talking about a recent fight between a grunt and a jackal. The one grunt who was ready for battle was a grunt ultra, who was leaning on a plasma turret. Rook crept along a roadblock, staying low to avoid the grunts line of sight. He peeped his head out, and pulled the pin on a frag grenade and let it fly. The baseball sized explosive bounced off a pole and rolled beneath the canon. As the grunt ultra looked under the weapon to see what landed under it, he screeched in fear. The group of enemies had no time, nor chance to react. The methane in their tanks, combined with the plasma canons fuel and

the grenades explosion instantly vaporized the ultra and one of the other grunts. The one to the far right, however, was still alive. Half it's face was covered with a hoof, it's body burnt and charred. Rook casually stepped towards it, and kicked it over.

"The great journey will end us all!" It blurted out between gasping breaths.

"Not today it doesn't." Rook pulled the trigger 2 times, the first shot knocking the grunts helmet off and boring into the skull, the next one taking its head clean off. He put his pistol away, and tapped his helmet.

"King? What do I do first?" No sooner did his words leave his lips as he saw an ODST pod whizz overhead, directly into the front doors of the NM shopping centre.

"Well for starters, go check on Pawns. That was him who just went by. Don't worry about Knight. Bishop's doing his best to find him." Rook nodded, and galloped silently towards the building.