The Halo Pub || Who the hell bumped This?

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> 6 hours after pelican impact…
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> Mr. Mac slowly opens his eyes and realizes he’s jammed into his seat.
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> “Damn! I really did this thing in didn’t I?”
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> Fusses with seatbelt for a few minutes before it comes loose.
> “There! Ada boy. Now, where is…every…body…?”
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> Opens the cockpit door and sees none of the original bar crew.
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> “Must have thought me dead. Guess the world is gonna have a real bad day when it finally realizes you can’t kill me that easy.”
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> Searches around for MA37 assault rifle left in the pelican storage units.
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> “There you are.” Grabs rifle and inspects ammo levels. “Alright, still locked and loaded. Now, where are we?”
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> Goes back into the cockpit to press the button to open the hatch in the aft bay. Mr. Mac presses the button but the door is jammed and sparks at attempts to open automatcially.
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> “Great! No crew, stranded, and the damn door won’t open. Gonna have to pry it open myself.”
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> Mr. Mac eventually pries the door after 20 minutes of effort. As he first walks out he is greeted by the dark and silence of night.
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> “Fantastic. Where to now?”
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> Sees metal drone flying in the air nearby. Mr. Mac has no choice but to follow.

Kit chases after Mac

“They left me behind…I was standing watch at the pelican and well…they just went without getting me…”

Kit observes the Rebel for a second

“Ha, you can take point marine.”

Kit lets out a soft laugh

“I’m just messing.”

Well well… look what the Kat dragged in.
Now I have a scapegoat in my testement against FE17! I swear, this guy was flying!

Notices steel-looking bug thing hovering above Mac’s head
What, did Dinklbot evolve or something?

Mr. Mac takes in the purple soldier before him. Unsure how to react.

“Where to? I haven’t the damndest idea where to go, or where anybody is. I was hoping this drone here would tell me something other than warn me of some biohazard I’ve yet to see any hints of.”

Hears loud screams in the night air, nothing human at all.

“Is that the danger?”

Mr. Mac removes his weapon’s safety. Ready for anything nearby.

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> Mr. Mac takes in the purple soldier before him. Unsure how to react.
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> “Where to? I haven’t the damndest idea where to go, or where anybody is. I was hoping this drone here would tell me something other than warn me of some biohazard I’ve yet to see any hints of.”
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> Hears loud screams in the night air, nothing human at all.
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> “Is that the danger?”
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> Mr. Mac removes his weapon’s safety. Ready for anything nearby.

Kit looks off into the night

“We’re good…just keep it down”

Kit puts her hand on Mac’s shoulder

“Stop just for a second.”

Kit moves in really close to Mac before wrapping her arms around him

“Just in case this is my last night…I wanted to feel what a hug feels like one last time.”

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> Goes back into the cockpit to press the button to open the hatch in the aft bay. Mr. Mac presses the button but the door is jammed and sparks at attempts to open automatcially.
>
> “Great! No crew, stranded, and the damn door won’t open. Gonna have to pry it open myself.”
>
> Mr. Mac eventually pries the door after 20 minutes of effort. As he first walks out he is greeted by the dark and silence of night.
>
> “Fantastic. Where to now?”
>
> Sees metal drone flying in the air nearby. Mr. Mac has no choice but to follow.

  • Mr. Mac, Kat and Comic make their way foward, following the metal drone. The dead of night envolpes the soldier and the spartans; faint high pitch howling and cackling can be heard off in the distance. It comes and goes, the only thing that follows afterwards is eerie silence. The high pitch howling comes again but this time sounding closer then before.*

  • Mr. Mac hears something ruslting in the foliage behind him. He spins to look, but nothing is there. He turns back and continues in the direction he was heading. Mac and Kat can hardly see anything in front of them, the glow of two dim moons offer there only light scource. With a steady foot they continue foward.*

  • After a while of walking Mr. Mac and Kat hear the rustling of foliage behind them again… He wheels around again this time with his assualt rifle in hand… “someone there?” Mac questions…*

No response… Mr. Mac Stares into the darkness for a moment from where the noise was coming from.

still no response… Mr. Mac lowers his assualt rifle and turns around, he takes two steps fowards and then realizes something off to his right.

In the dead of night stands a silhoutte, Mac estimates about 35 meters away. The lifeless figure remains still. Mac stares at the creature… The creature seemingly also starring back at Mac.

Mac levels his assualt rifle and takes aim at the creature, “Silverback? Chx? Comic? is that you?” … No reponse … The creature then begins walking towards Mac and Kat. With every step the creature gets faster. faster and faster the creature quickly begins closing in on Mac and Kat.

“F*** It” mac says, with that he squeezes the trigger on his assualt rifle… click nothing

“DAMN!” *Mac’s assualt rifle jams…

The creature is now half the distance to the group and continues to gain speed, the faint glow of the moons allow the group to gain a better look at the creature as it gets closer to the group… They realize its not human or alien, or anything they have seen before

The creature now running at full speed lets out a furious roar and lowers it top half to charge

Just then Mac sees a glow of blue light ignite behind the creature and impail the creature in its torso… The creatures body raises into the air and the blue sword splits the crature directly in half…

*Mac recognizes the sword and says “sangheili is that you?”

the floating blue sword makes its way to the group running twice as fast as the creature it closes in

Comicbeast steps in front of MAc and yells “Blarg Blarg ALIEN :DD!!!” Comic opens his arms to embrace the alien

MAc sees the floating sword and the blur outline of an invisble elite…

Mac notices the elites pace is not slowing…

The blur slams into comicbeast knocking him 10 feet away from the other two and onto the ground.

The blue sword raises high above Mac’s head

MAc the whole time fiddling with his assualt rifle finally gets it unjammed squeezes the trigger once more and lets out a fury of bullets into where he thinks the elite is

  • he connects and bright blue blood spills onto the elites armour simoltaniosly removing his cloaking…*

The sangheili yells “hold your fire disgusting human”!!!


This is touching. Really. But I don’t we’re in any danger of anything. There’s been no sign of hostile life while we’ve been here, Dinklbot 2.0 seems friendly, and that scream was probably just somebody back at the Pelican stubbing their toe. There’s nothing to worry abo—

Screech reoccurs, louder,closer
More shrieks respond

Ya know what, hug away. Then run.
Fast.

[EDIT: After Elite’s post]
Heeeeeey, looook… there’s four KitKats now… the more teh better… we are you guys spinnin’ so fast?

Recovers from impact
Ugh. What just happened? Because I thought I said I wanted a moaburger not a stampeding Elite to the face.

Kit hugs Mac. Startled, Mac’s cheeks light up red.

“Been a long time since I last knew what one of those felt like. Thanks.”

Loud screams become more prevelant. Seemingly growing closer.

“Kit, that noise is really creeping me out. Do we have any idea where to get away from it?”

EDIT: (Rewritten to fit elite’s post.)

Elite’s narrative happens.

“Sorry about those nasty wounds. Next time deactivate the sword before it gets to be inches from my head.”

Reachs into rucksack attached to uniform for a medpack.

“Here, stand still while I dig out the bullets and add some disinfectant. This will hurt, but I don’t know what kind of germs are around here.”

Mac fixes up the elite and adds a final bandage before the drone emits a digitalized sound.

“What the…”

More drones appear from holes in the ground and artificial trees.

“Are they friendly?”

que viva colombia CARAJOS

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> que viva colombia CARAJOS

(No hablamos español aquí , lo siento.)

Anyway…
Those metalic faries better be nice. Can’t Dinklbot the First talk to them?

A rustling from behind
A figure leaps from behind*
It pins our comedian hero to the ground
Hardy har har. FE17 is in on the whole ‘Let’s beat the living daylights out of Comic!’ gig too.
The figure replies with a howl.
A small form like a jellyfish with legs jumps upon Comic too
Huh? Popcorn? Alive…?
It digs its tentacle into the spinal nerve

Kit seeing what is happening to Comic looks to the Sangheili and then to Mac

*Grabbing the Sangheili’s hand she points to the Firebase off in the distance"

“Go, be safe…please and take Mac.”

Kit rips her security key off and hands it to the Sangheili

“I’ll catch up…”

“No!”

Mr. Mac shoots the lump of flesh off of the comedian, then removes the bulbous octapus and stomps on it.

“What the hell is this? Where are we?”

Mac looks down at the comedian and notices claw marks and a skin puncture on the neck.

“-Yoink-, come on, tell me that wasn’t all my disinfectant.”

Dumps entire bottle on the puncture noticing how deep it goes, and bandages it up.

“Don’t go dying on me. No need to lose more members of the company.”

Notices the mangled body bears much resemblance to the ONI spec ops agent FE1 something.

“Who the hell knows what is going on? I don’t know what that power armor is, I don’t know this ring world like y’all do, and I sure as hell don’t understand these zombies like some of y’all seem to be alluding to. I need answers! What the hell did I fly y’all into?”

FE17, observing the proceedings from a distance, grimaces as the comedian becomes Funny Flood

Activates radio, and contacts KitKat

“We have parasitic activity and MIAs. Collect anyone you can find, get them to the pub and barricade yourselves in. I’ve radioed for MAC rounds to be fired from the Infinity to the surface; the only way you’ll all survive is if you can relocated the pub module off the surface. I found an intact Falcon back at the supply drop, I’ll use it as a distraction to cover your escape.”

Switches frequencies

“Hey, Sangheili, want to help me out? I could use a gunner manning the side turrets.”

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> “No!”
>
> Mr. Mac shoots the lump of flesh off of the comedian, then removes the bulbous octapus and stomps on it.
>
> “What the hell is this? Where are we?”
>
> Mac looks down at the comedian and notices claw marks and a skin puncture on the neck.
>
> “-Yoink-, come on, tell me that wasn’t all my disinfectant.”
>
> Dumps entire bottle on the puncture noticing how deep it goes, and bandages it up.
>
> “Don’t go dying on me. No need to lose more members of the company.”
>
> Notices the mangled body bears much resemblance to the ONI spec ops agent FE1 something.
>
> “Who the hell knows what is going on? I don’t know what that power armor is, I don’t know this ring world like y’all do, and I sure as hell don’t understand these zombies like some of y’all seem to be alluding to. I need answers! What the hell did I fly y’all into?”

(This one beat you to it :stuck_out_tongue: look on the bottom of the last page)

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> > 2533274866528846;251:
> > “No!”
> >
> > Mr. Mac shoots the lump of flesh off of the comedian, then removes the bulbous octapus and stomps on it.
> >
> > “What the hell is this? Where are we?”
> >
> > Mac looks down at the comedian and notices claw marks and a skin puncture on the neck.
> >
> > “-Yoink-, come on, tell me that wasn’t all my disinfectant.”
> >
> > Dumps entire bottle on the puncture noticing how deep it goes, and bandages it up.
> >
> > “Don’t go dying on me. No need to lose more members of the company.”
> >
> > Notices the mangled body bears much resemblance to the ONI spec ops agent FE1 something.
> >
> > “Who the hell knows what is going on? I don’t know what that power armor is, I don’t know this ring world like y’all do, and I sure as hell don’t understand these zombies like some of y’all seem to be alluding to. I need answers! What the hell did I fly y’all into?”
>
>
> (This one beat you to it :stuck_out_tongue: look on the bottom of the last page)

Bu…bu…but! Come on, you know you like my post.

Hey guys… look rainbows and wabbits… they all look so EDIBLE AND DELCIOUS I WANT THEM ON A PLATE.

Whoa. The heck was that? That didn’t sound like me at all… sorry, guys, it seemed like I HAVE A CRAVING FOR TAKING OVER THE GALAXY AND DEVOURING EVERY LAST THING AS AN APPETIZER.

(EDIT: Holy cow, I made that grim.)

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…(I’ll let you have it ^.~)

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> Hey guys… look rainbows and wabbits… they all look so EDIBLE AND DELCIOUS I WANT THEM ON A PLATE.
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> Whoa. The heck was that? That didn’t sound like me at all… sorry, guys, it seemed like I HAVE A CRAVING FOR TAKING OVER THE GALAXY AND DEVOURING EVERY LAST THING AS AN APPETIZER.
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> (EDIT: Holy cow, I made that grim.)

ComicBeast, sitting up with a crazy grin, says chilling words

“Does anyone else hear those voices saying we should kill all our friends before they have a chance to kill us?”

“Never… Be… Alone.”

“Fools! Soon, the universe will be mine… Mwahahahahaaaaa!”

“You will all taste oblivion… Which tastes just like Red Bull… Which is disgusting.”

"You might wanna watch this one, those are some serious wounds he’s got there.*

Mr. Mac climbs aboard the falcon and takes the passenger seat against the cockpit.

“I still want answers from whoever will answer me.”

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> "You might wanna watch this one, those are some serious wounds he’s got there.*
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> Climbs aboard the falcon and takes the passenger seat against the cockpit.
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> “I still want answers from whoever will answer me.”

FE17 pauses; passing information like this to an Insurrectionist seems like it violates half the rules in the book, but this is hardly a time for decorum and proper procedure

“All right, Mac, here’s what we’re dealing with… I’ll explain what I can while we wait for the Elite.”

“To start things off by importance, where are we?”

The ONI agent pauses for a minute, hesitates, and then begins his narrative. Within seconds the elite climbs aboard and takes the passenger seat between the two turrets.