Chapter 2
Rogue
Ung'uheile finally touched down on the top of the hill and thought about his choices. He finally summed up his only reasonable choice.... the Heretics. On a mission a while back he remembered hearing of one of the Heretic bases was not far from his emplacement. But the thought of turning to them was unbearable. He knew that was his only choice so he jumped on his Banshee and flew in the known direction of the base.
The Brute chieftain, Tarturas, listened to the report of what happened to this unfortunate troop. Before and during the battle, to the reporting Jackal's knowledge there had been 1 Elite, 11 Unggoy, and 4 Jackal abandonments. Now his troop had to them down. The hunt of the season, he thought, a little smug deep, deep, deep, deep down thats all he felt when he knew that when he told his Brutes they would do it out of fear or respect, it didn't matter, because he was in charge. After dismissing his troop he watched ride out of site, then turned to the lone surviving Jackal. "Coward," he said to the Jackal and blew of its head with a Brute Shot.
Ung'uheile looked back and saw dust clouds arising from the horizon. They're coming, was his only thought as he looked forward and saw the base looming in the distant. His fate was in the Heretics' judgment of him.
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