(Ah… I see. Thanks for clearing that up. I’ll continue.)
The very fabric of space and time being ripped, multiple paradoxes were created, shredding the universe in sheer milliseconds.
The end.
(Just kidding.)
(A new chapter in the Pub saga unfolds… and this time I’m not to blame.)
Our heroic comedian wakes up in a daze
Mac…?
Kit…?
More-tummies…? Anyone…?
no answer
God, I need to find a new place to order a moaburger… where am I…?
Slipspace ruptures rip through the sky above him
Cloudy with a chance of bloodthirsty hellbent aliens. Guess I’ll have to cancel my paragliding lessons…
Comic runs off the alley he awoke in, in search of his lost comrades
“Damien are you okay you seem a little shocked at new Mombasa is everything okay Damien?” Rook is trying to get information from him but he is still shocked
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> Steps inside
> What kind of place is this supposed to be?
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> Looks around with a sceptical face
> Walks over to the bar
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> Hey bar ceeper! What can you recommend?
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> awaits an answer
“Can you help me with this guy Damien he won’t snap out of his trance ever since he saw new mombasa” rook says at the stranger
Damien snaps out of it and points at Rook
"You were operating here right? I need an antique shop, thrift store, anything!
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> Damien snaps out of it and points at Rook
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> "You were operating here right? I need an antique shop, thrift store, anything!
“Why you looking for something and I don’t work in this bar in fact I just got in new Mombasa”
“Yeah.”
Damien turns his back to Rook and walks out onto the street
“If we really did go back in time, then we’ll be doing some serious fighting. Lets just say I’m a little… old fashioned. So I’ll ask again where is the nearest antique store?”
(Time to turn Damien’s alter ego into a samurai!)
“Dude I have no idea what your talking about but there is a theft shop on the other side of the city and I know how to get there fast if I come with you”
“I’ll be back”
Damien takes his gun and leaves
(2 hours later)
Damien comes back. His armor is splashed with blood both purple and red. He chuckles psychotically.
“A little trouble at the shop.” He said as he lifted up his new sword.
“Okay i was going to tell you I have a pelican parked in a nearby hanger should we go see if we can find your friends if you have any?” Rook says a little scared looking at his friends new sword
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> “Okay i was going to tell you I have a pelican parked in a nearby hanger should we go see if we can find your friends if you have any?” Rook says a little scared
(Come to think of it Damien never really socialised with anyone. But that’s just the way I wrote him to be. Even in the fanfiction he’s from he’s always been a lone wolf-er.)
“Let’s go.” Damien said with a twisted smile.
30 minutes later rook starts the engine " where do we start looking for anyone else from the future or do you wanna drive" rook hopes he deosnt know how to drive a pelican
Comic trudges through the rain-puddled streets of New Mombasa
More and more Covenant ships appear in the sky above
I could really go for a drink right now… where did the guys… and gal… even go? What happened to the Pub?
Searches IFF tags of comrades using voice command HUD
All searches come up with ‘Tag not in database. Please try again’
Darn… I was hoping I could tag along with them again…
The air in front of our hero shimmers with a strange disruption
A Brute appears seemingly out of thin air, snarling to beat the band
The beast’s Spike rifle connects with Comic’s helmet
Darkness.
Approx time since last consciousness: 3 hours; 43 minutes
__Our comedian wakes up being transported in a Covenant Phantom
His best guess is that the alien scum are taking him away to be debriefed
Little do they know, our hero doesn’t wear briefs!
Damien admits he’s done a bit of flying and takes the helm. Just as they are about to take off, a phantom flies overhead.
“Rook, I’ve got a hunch. We’re following that phantom!”
As the phantom flies in the air, Cyanides watches it from the top of a skyscraper. He was exhausted from locking Cyanades away in the ONI HQ but he still had a job to do.
As it comes closer, he jumps with pinpoint accuracy and smashes the roof of the Phantom. Pulling out two SMGs he murders every alien on sight except for the driver, he then proceeded to grab the driver and shoot him in the head until it was unidentifiable as an Elite.
You there, Spartan, you’re coming with me. ONI needs Spartans and I think that you are right for this job…
“Damien did you just see that drive along side i will help him get aboard”
Whoa soldier… looks like you were brute-ally honest with those Covies!
The rescuer looks at him with a stone-cold poker face. Not a hint of amusement or emotion shows in his icy expression
Oh, c’mon, that was one of my better ones! I was savin’ it for when I encountered Brutes again!
The cyan operative says nothing more, instead yanks the stand-up comedian along to the ONI HQ. Hopefully, somebody there will have a sliver of a funny bone in them
“Uh Damien we got company” a bunch of covies come into the hanger rook fires with his assault rifle “Damien hurry up” as he turns around a plasma shot hits his chest rook screams in pain because it’s his first plasma burn
In the blink of an eye Damien disappears from the pilot seat. In another blink all of the enemies no longer have an upper body. Damien returns to the pilot seat and approaches the phantom.
“Can you pass me the med kit and remind me not to get on your bad side” making a small smile “and thanks”
Damien reaches under the pelican’s dashboard and pulls out a small white box. He hands it to Rook.
“Quick tutorial. Take the joystick and don’t crash.”
Damien maneuvers the pelican infront of the phantom and opens the hatch. He jumps out and slices into the phantom.