The Gospel According to Basab

Basab! That is my name! Wearing it out is undesirable.
What can Basab say that has not been said before? Nothing! Absolutely nothing! A negative amount, in fact! A negative amount of things! There is a Basab surplus! Ahh, alas, all the good talking points have been consumed by those who came before Basab. There is no shame in this, but perhaps a tinge of regret. One could realistically claim that Basab feels a sort of melancholy at being born at the wrong time. However, this would be misleading, oh yes indeed. Basab thinks it reasonable that in fact he was born at the precise time and place for Basab. Oh yes, indeed!
One might ask themselves how Basab came to this conclusion, what Basab thinks is going right for him. I shall tell you! I served in the great armies of the Covenant, as a loyal soldier! Basab fought in great battles, besides great friends! Many did not make it home, but others did, and Basab still calls them friends! Friends like the noble Sangheili Kai always wise and understanding and empathetic and decisive, Mik, the other Sangheili who used to kick Basab around like a doll, but then found respect in the Unggoy and came to call him a brother, even Tes, perhaps the only Kig-Yar whose name Basab does not retch in saying! They have been with Basab through thick and thin, good and bad, in and out, up and down, yes and no! They are more than Basab’s best friends; they are his family now. More siblings! Basab embracees them as such. Embrace embrace embrace!
Oh, how Basab misses his real family though. They are the reason Basab keeps going, yes they are! The reason why he is such a menace in battle! Why he always goes forward! He does it for them, for his wife Uhu, and his fourteen children. Mhm, yes! Fourteen! When Basab gets back home, it’ll be fifteen, let him tell you that! Hmm! Uh-huh!
Basab won’t brag too much, but he has a few Human kills under his belt, yes sir indeed! He’s a real menace on the battlefield! Oh, but his dear brothers… by the gods does it pain Basab’s aching heart to see great hosts of his countrymen fall in battle (many of them quite ignominiously actually!). He… I… there are days where I can’t sleep. I just see fields. Fields and fields of dead Unggoy, their blue blood watering the earth. The stench is awful and it makes me vomit all over the place… And when I wake up from the nightmare, I say to myself: No. This isn’t me. This won’t be me. This can’t be me! I will survive! I must survive! Not for me, not just for my family, but for all of us! All of us!
And then Basab lives. Joy!
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