Omega Squad Report 8: Large Kittens with Nailguns are NOT in High Demand

Says me, your favorite Unggoy. Pancho here. You've missed me, right?

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You're lucky I can't use an Energy Sword.

Anyway, as you probably know, the Human-Covenant War's long over and we've gone home to our normal lives... sorta. We've recently created the Union of Nations and Specific Civilizations, otherwise known as the UNSC, and so far us Unggoys, the Kig-Yars with their large shields and Type-25 Pistols, the Lekgolos and their Mgalekgolo infantry, and the Yanme'es with their wings and all have joined up with the Humans and Sangheilis.

However, it's not all fun and games out here in the galaxy. The URF, otherwise known as the malevolent United Rebel Frotn is as persistant and irritating as ever, striking at the UNSC (United Nation Space Command) and the UNSC (Union of Nations and Specific Civilizations) with little, if any relent to their counter-attacks. Right now, though, the Sangheilis have sent a legion of Special Operation Officers to neutralize the threat, so I don't think we'll be hearing from then for a while.

However, that's not why this is here. The denizens of Doisac, the ruthless, barbaric Jiralhanaes, have created a rival faction, The Devout Remants, and they've so far been nothing more than a pain in the ***. It didn't become a big deal until the International Trade Agreement of 2553, where we had agreed to a trade agreement between Earth, Sanghelios, and Balaho, with the Kig-Yars, Mgalekgolos, and Yanme'es going to the nearest planets to set up trade outposts in them. Therefore, we all prospered. This wasn't such a big deal until the Second Battle of Balaho, where the Jiralhanaes descended upon one of our prominant trade outposts and decimated it.

We, of course, repelled the invaders as we are one of the most superior fighters in the galaxy, but the economy was severely crippled. Since then, the Jiralhanes have waged a guerrilla war on our trade routes until the UNSC, the UNSC, and the Sangheilis were forced to intervene.

Since then, the battles have been waged from the scarred planets of Reach and Harvest, the tranquil worlds of Balaho and Sanghelios, and their festering hive of Doisac. The void of space is now strewn with debris and corpses alike as we fight against the nasty brutes, though holding a guresome stalemate.

So, remember this. The next time you travel to Sanghelios, keep your weapon loaded and watch out for rogue Banshees. Those Jiralhanaes have no sense of courtesy.

This is Pancho, and I hope you heed my advice.

Pancho