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> The genral looks down at the white and purple spartan
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> “kabeh kiv ngejarke oog ing rethe… Wruq bakal fruvax kabeh.”
> __The sangheili looks away
Kit brings a hand to the Sangheili’s face turning it back towards her
“You know I can’t understand that. Translate it please.”
Looking around at the action
“If it is something you don’t want to share around here, let us talk in private.”
several black VTOLs appear and a robotic voice warns you not to exit the pub
(If you leave you will get the same treatment as I did)
Sigh
“I really wish the Covenant would have wiped ONI.”
Kit winks at Ardo.
"You call humans disgusting all the time? Here is your disgusting humans…ONI.
“I still want to know what you said.”
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> > Sam shifted his weight as Knight was fazed out of existence. Taking another step away from the door, and remaining wary of the windows, he drummed his fingers against his rifle’s grip. “Is anyone gonna take notice to the guy that just got vaporized or should I just not ask questions?”
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> > He looked at Silverback and raised a palm. “Not to steal your thunder or anything; I know what you said sounded important and all, but one thing at a time.”
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>
> “oh yeah pal? you got a better plan of what we should be doing right now?”
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> “You odst’s are a joke, crashing a falcon then and practically killing 3 other UNSC operatives and then showing up out of the blue and telling us how things should go down?”
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> “Our friend is dying out there… So excuse me if I don’t care about some strange anomaly, I have seen some wierd stuff in this bar. What I do know is that Mac needs our help And im going to go after him with or without anyone .”
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> ((this part is not part of the story, just wanted to say glad you are here helljumper62 and welcome))
Sam put up both hands neutrally. “Woah, woah, woah,” he said between laughs. “First off, Ninjy over there sheered your Falcon in half, not me. So try not to generalize.” He raised two fingers. “Second: I wasn’t telling anyone to do anything, nor was I against the idea of rescuing your friend from probably being more dead at this point. If you really want to, we can go right now.”
Sam pointed to the blackened rifle on the floor, the remains of the once-was. “But if that was a binary rifle, let’s think twice about being in the open.”
looks at the odst helljumper62
“Im sorry its just each second we waist debating whether we should or should not do something is one more second Mac is out there alone, and seeing that we are now trapped inside this bar, I have just become so frustrated… I’m sorry, trooper… Say whats your name anyway?”
walks back to group
Hey, I met this nice little floating sentry thing! It’s name is Blinky, and it’s gonna run on the power of friendship and lo—
Sees a bunch of ONI VTOLS
You can blame me for the Halo ring, but don’t start me on this.
…
Afro, er… Ardo… got one those fancy EMP guns on you…?
Blinky changes eye color numerous times
What’s that? You know Mr. Mac is?
Kit looks over in astonishment
“You could actually tell what that thing said?”
What? Nah, that just seemed like something a cheesy television show would say.
Ardo looks over to the purple and white spartan
Ardo says as his Ai translates
“I am bound to my brothers by more then just oath, I can not faulter my path, it is chosen for me. I-”
the general is interrupted as comicbeast1212 steps into the room
Ardo looks back to the white and purple spartan
“You will just have to trust me human.”
The trooper rested both hands on his rifle again, keeping his stance relaxed as Silverback addressed him. Names, he thought. That’s a good start away from headshots. “Corporal Sam Clyde, 105th MEU. 7th Battalion. Alpha Company–Recon.”
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> Ardo looks over to the purple and white spartan
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> Ardo says as his Ai translates
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> “I am bound to my brothers by more then just oath, I can not faulter my path, it is chosen for me. I-”
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> the general is interrupted as comicbeast1212 steps into the room
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> Ardo looks back to the white and purple spartan
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> “You will just have to trust me human.”
“Ardo…you are bound to what you choose to be… you can change paths…It is not chosen for you…only you can lead yourself…”
Kit pauses and clears her throat
“You have been rather shadey now and then…Ardo, I just wish there was some way I could know for sure that you arn’t trying to do anything vile…”
“I trust you…but…do you trust me? Please…call me Kit.”
Grabs bottle of wine
Opens it up
realizes helmet is on and is air conditioned
empties bottle down the sink
sits down and sighs
Contiuning conversation with Sam Clyde
“hot damn, 7th battallion huh? you men have been through hell. Let me buy you a drink.”
silverback walks over and stands next to Sam and leans on the same wall he is, and hands him a drink
“hey let me ask you something.” silverback says quietly to Sam
“How do you feel about being around this hinge-head” as he nods over to the sangheili talking to kat.
“You and the men of the 7th battallion have probably seen all there is to see of the sangheili in war. What you thinkin’?”
takes a swig of his drink continuing to look at the sangheili
“you think we can trust him?”
Ahhhh… looks like the bar is getting back to normal again… or at least, as normal as it ever was. Everybody, for all the woes we’ve been through, free drinks, on the house!
…
Don’t worry, Blinky here hacked the auto servers. The bill will be transmitted to the MIA guy.
Hears numerous thuds outside and a sudden decrase of noise
Muliple ONI operatives file through the door*
“Aw man… it’s Miller time”
“Dude, every since the coke vender broke back at HQ… I’ve just dyin’ for a Pepsi…”
“I’ll have a Scrarabgunner, with extra worrglob juice.*
*Gaaaah… but butt is so sore from all that boring VTOL monitoring…”
(Becuase this is obviously how ONI operates.)
Suspicious, FE17 looks more closely at the other agents, wondering why they’re acting so casually
“Huh. I don’t approve of most of ONI’s actions, even if I work for them… and if this is some kind of trick, I’ll-”
Places hand on FN 5-7 handgun
Comic sneaks out the back door of Pub as ONI operatives order their drinks
He approaches the abandoned VTOLS
Alright Blinky… let’s see what you can do!
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…
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Blinky does an aerial somersault
That’s not quite what I meant… ah, to heck with it. I’m sure Iron-17 in there can fly one of these babies.
(Ya see what I did there? Since ‘Fe’ is the element symbol for Iron? Ha? Ha ha ha?)
What do I think? Sam thought quietly, respectfully turning down the drink at the wave of a hand. Buddy, I just fell from orbit and still thought it safe to walk into a pub that’s on a Halo ring. You don’t want to know what I think. He kept all that to himself though.
“I think he talks a little too cryptically,” Sam said quietly. “Other n’ that, he’s a regular, bonafide split-lip I guess. I’ll pass on that drink; I’d rather keep a clear head if we’re gonna nab your friend from whatever he got himself into.”
“Jeez guys I said I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to smash the Falcon.”
looks around awkwardly
“Hey Corporal Sam its nice to see another ODST around here. Oh and about your comment back there… lets just say a couple Pelicans had to go under repair during some of my training drops.”
ODST Blueninja walks over to the pile of ash that used to be the Pub’s owner
“Huh cool a black Plasma Rifle… I’ll take that.”
The black plasma rifle starts to make a beeping sound
Earlier…
*about five Sangheili are the only ones left in the pub and are blasting music with three bobbing their heads and pumping the air, whilst the other two are grunting at each other, staring perplexed at a Christmas Tree, all holding drinks.
*Romeo and the Rookie enter, they exchange glances through their mirrored visors.
Romeo: *Fires shotgun in the air, pumps the casing from the chamber with meaning and in his husky voice. “Any of you hingeheads mind shouting us a couple”
Sangheili look confused, Romeo looks at the Rookie who shrugs
the door behind the bar swings open and an Engineer enters, holding multiple beers
Romeo’s visor clears revealing the narrow-eyed look he is giving the Engineer
“You sly little sonofa…”
*lights suddenly turn off whilst a spotlight remains trained on a single elite, who professionally executes some breakdancing moves, spins on his back multiple times and finishes up with a modelling pose on the floor.
*The Rookies visor clears to reveal his astonished expression as, stunned, he pushes Romeo into the spotlight
Romeo: “It’s on.”
To Mr. Mac, everything was a white haze upon first waking. There was intense pain and a massive light flash that ceded after a 15 minute period. A concussion was definite; the hingeheads really could throw a punch.
“Purple. All purple, and the wall is energy. Damn they locked me up.”
Mr. Mac checked himself and found that his pack was gone, his stab wound was cauterized, and his gauntlet was missing. But there was hope, as he reached to his ammo pouches where he hid his radio he found it.
In a whisper quiet voice, he sent a distress call. “Mayday, mayday! This is Corporal J.T.McMilllen on the air. I’ve been captured and detained by unknown Covenant fragment, no idea how long they intend to keep me living! If any human personnel receive this, please acknowledge.”
That was it, it was a waiting game now. It was a race between death by a sword or impossible rescue by comrades. Just in case it was readable as well, Mr. Mac set off his IFF tag stolen from the armory.
(I really want to thank all the role-players here, this thread has really taken off ^.^)
Tim, the hobo spartan(that’s me) walks in
*He takes off his paper bag helmet and yells out" Does any one have any spare change? I’d like to by a glass of water that doesn’t taste like a grunt’s armpit."