When Good Unggoy Die For No Reason

I had no notion whatsoever as to the purpose of this facility, only that we were ordered to clear it of Jiralhanae and their allies. And so, we were deployed. The Phantoms dropped us off on some sort of bridge structure. The vehicles subsequently remained around the facility itself to provide ad hoc air support before the Banshees could appear.
“Well, we’re not getting shot at right away, so I guess that’s a plus,” said one of the Sangheili.
“I consider it a boring start to the day,” commented Mik.
“No blasting?” questioned Basab, donned in snow-white Ultra armor and carrying around a rather hefty fuel rod gun. “Disappointing! Basab hoped to unload some of these rods, get some extra weight off him.”
“And steal all the kills?” uttered Tes. “Not on my watch, little man.”
“Oh, they’re actually paying you per kill now?”
“Stars above, I wish.”
“How many kills do you even have?" asked Mik.
“Two hundred, even.”
“And you’ve served since the beginning of this war? Not bad for a markswoman.”
“And what about you, sir? How many bodies have you tallied?”
“A little over three hundred.”
“That’s quite the count, sir.”
“Heh, that’s nothing. You should see Kai.” I groaned in my mind when Mik uttered my name, drawing in a short breath and letting out a long exhale as I turned, anticipating his question. “Hey Kai, how many enemies have you killed?”
“I cannot recall,” I quickly replied as I went back to checking corners.
We rounded one more corner and entered an open area of sorts. Then, I heard a loud noise from the vicinity of the bridge, and screaming that was coming towards us. I looked up into the air, and saw a Sangheili tumbling in the void. He managed to land on a gravity lift, the repulsor arresting his fall enough to make it a harmless bump on the floor. He grunted and thudded as if a heavy weight fell, and indeed it did. In no time at all, he was horizontal on the floor. Nearly everyone started laughing, except for me, who simply stared at the warrior in confusion and disappointment in his jocular antics. Of course, it was Kreth ‘Avar.
Then, I heard running, and saw another Sangheili, Ythar ‘Yrun, appear. His “backpack” was less of a container and more of a sort of gadget, from which other gadgets emerged, or perhaps a latch for gadgets which itself was a gadget… bah, these things give me headaches. Anypath, he took out a sort of scanner, mumbling to himself, worried about something. He gave Kreth a quick scan.
“Gods, Kreth!” cried out Ythar. “I told you this would happen if you failed to prepare yourself, and look what has occurred!”
Kreth chuckled breathlessly. “I know what has occurred, I was there!” he replied jokingly. “I want to go again!” He staggered back towards the gravity lift, only to be stopped by Ythar.
“No, Kreth, do not use the gravity lift again,” admonished the bookish warrior. “If some other fool followed you from the other side, and you get on too, the both of you will collide mid-air and subsequently plummet to your shared demise.”
Now, as Ythar was explaining things to Kreth, I noticed one of the Unggoy moving towards the gravity lift, in intense curiosity. He took one plasma grenade out of his belt and dropped it onto the gravity lift, which shot the projectile to the other side of the structure.
“Oh, wait a minute!” cried out the Unggoy. “I need that!” The Unggoy followed his grenade and was lifted into the air. He tumbled and panic, screaming in terror. Meanwhile, I saw another Unggoy from the other side flying in the air, yelling in blind jubilation. He failed to see his comrade coming, and as Ythar had described, the two little beings slammed into each other with great force. They both grunted loudly, and then subsequently fell from the structure into the mountainside far below, a fall of absolute lethality.
“What the - !” exclaimed Basab.
“Oh no!” cried out Mik in a surprised manner.
“We have two down!” notified Tes. “Repeat: two friendlies down. Literally… down.”
“See?!” uttered Ythar, outstretching his arm to show Kreth. “Look at what would have happened to you!”
“Oh, the little fellow wouldn’t have slowed me at all, no,” replied Kreth.
“Hey Basab,” started Mik, “did you know those fellows?”
“No,” answered Basab sullenly. “It’s just such a shame when good Unggoy die for no reason.”
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