FE17 hollers from the back of the bar
“Keep out of arm’s reach during this trick, and don’t ask how Joe got his scars!”
> With a bang, a light goes off in the corner of the bar, interrupting the emotional scene between the alien and Spartan
>
>
> “Ladddiiieeesss and gentlemen! Boys, and girls, children of all ages! Step right up and see the Magnificent Joe, and his time traveling magic act!”, Fred, regaining his confidence boomed.
>
> Sam dimmed the lights, and Joe took center stage, standing on a seat behind the split table
>
> “In this act,” Joe nervously introduced, “I shall make a pencil disappear.”
Magic, eh?
I vouch we see if Cyanades can be magically sawed in half. Or escape from a water vault while upside down in chains.
(literally laughed out loud at the above two comments, well done)
Joe took out a cloth, and shakes it over the pencil, making magic motions with his hands
“Abra-Cadabra, Alakazam, I shall turn this pencil into a…Sam!”
As if from a lightning strike, the entire bar lit up, with the split table falling asunder, and Sam practically sprouting up in between the two halves of the table
“Thank you, thank you very much!” Said Sam, applauding for himself and Joe. “Now for the next trick, watch that guy’s,” pointing at FE17, “credit card get maxed out, because drinks are on him!”
With one final flash, the trio seemingly vanishes in midair, to leave the bar throng around FE17.
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the bar remains silent at the amazing spectacle, and everyone sits in awe *
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until silverback stands up and says “so does this mean were not sawing Cyanades in half?”
“Well that was something…”
Kit turns back towards the Sangheili
“Not to be blunt, but you are interesting…in a good way” And with that Kit gets up from the table and walks back to her original seat
CHX Is loving the magic show but wants to get involved. He stumbles off his stool and proclaims
“You trio of magic people, take my energy sword I’ve been carrying since Act 1 and saw someone in half. If Cyanade won’t do it, then I will volunteer as tribute. If I die in this bar, so be it. It’s been an honor drinking here with you all.” As he cheers everyone and slams down what must’ve been his 12th Duff.
with that CHX anxiously awaits what may become his final act…
Well then. If that rabid-yet-emotional Elite was still here, he’d saw you in half anytime, no magic required.
And does anybody else find it a bit suspicious that this bar is run by a guy who has ‘Corrupt’ in his name, and uses server drones that automatically redact credits from your card…?
Mr. Mac picks himself off the ground from whence he passed out from liquor.
“Whoa, Lordie what a headache. Whats going…”
Sees Covenant lining entrance to bar taking aim while others are doing magic tricks.
“Everyone, find some cover! We have hostiles in the vicinity!”
Mr. Mac flips the nearest table and draws ‘Susan’ out if his holster. Then motions Kat to make a run for her weapon.
Noticing the Covenant outside the pub, FE17 leaves most of the patrons squabbling over his credit card and pulls out his antique FN Five-SeveN silenced handgun
“Mr. Mac, sit down! There’s no way you’re in any condition to fight after as many drinks as I saw you take!”
- Motions to the Sangheili bouncer*
Hey, before the shooting starts, could you ask your pals out there what they’re doing? If there’s a solution that doesn’t involve the pub becoming a slaughterhouse, that would be preferable."
mutters to himself, “Maybe they’re dis-Gruntled about the poisoned grain Kilo-Five’s been passing them… I knew those idiots would doom us all.”
The sangheili general comes to his senses an realizes what going on
he begins to bark orders as his AI compainion translates
“Hold your fire you barbaric humans!”
the general looks out the window at the covevnat militia
“These arent standard covenant forces, these are religious rebels under the comand of jul’ mdama. Tey arent going to listen what i have to say…”
“I need one volunteer to go with me on a flanking mission, my suit has a cloaking device, You special ops human (fe17) does your spec ops grade suit have some sport of camo device? If so your coming with me”
he looks around the rest of the room
“The drunken human can stay here with the rest and provide supprisive fire. Barteneder arm yourself and make sure none come through the front door. The will send unggoy in waves first yhen kig yar after. Its common covenant field tactics.”
“Purple and white spartan stay safe…”
Everyone know there jobs?
We need to move fast special ops human…
Alright, I’ll stay here and knock 'em dead… with puns!
Come on now. Send the Jackals faster. If I can’t have my moaburger, Kentucky-Friend Kig-Yar will have to do.
waking up from all the commotion ODST Blueninja notices the Pub is under attack
“Wait we are on the Infinity how did such a small boarding party get here… and why the Pub?”
dives behind cover preparing for the worst… and puns
Had their ruse worked? The original plan was, right after Sam made the deflecting announcement, for Fred and Joe to grab him and hide him behind the ruins of the table, and to escape with their lives and The Book intact.
But as they grabbed Sam, they fell backwards underneath their seats and hit some kind of object that immediately overtook them. In the ensuing cacophony of the Covenant raid, their small voices were all but drowned out to the rest of the bar.
“Sam!” Yelled Fred.
“Fred!” Exclaimed Joe.
“Joe!!!” Screamed Sam.
“Where are you guys!?” the three of them said in unison.
Joe waved his hand across his face.
“Whhh–y-yyyy can’t I see my hand guys…?” he fearfully pondered aloud.
“YIKES!! I can’t see mine either!” yelled Fred.
“YOU GUYS, we’re invisible!!” Sam finally figured out.
There was a small, light triangle, with a blue ball in it next to Sam. It had seemed that the trio had stumbled right into one each, rendering each one temporary invisible. Right next to the final triangle was a small bag, with a few blue balls falling out.
“Guys, guys, guys, grab that table leg! My hand is on it, we’ll go from there!” Each member of the trio grabbed the leg, and finally being able to distinguish a faint outline of one another, they stood up, realizing that NOBODY was looking at them. It was Fred who first saw the bag with the balls.
“What on earth could these be, right next to the camo-making thingys?” *He grabbed one of them, recognizing the Marathon symbol on one of the sides. “This is from a video game my older brother used to play,” Fred continued, piecing things together out loud. It was then that he accidentally hit the button on the one side of the orb.
“WHAT DID YOU DO FRED, YOU IMBECILE!” screeched Sam.
Thinking quickly, Joe grabbed the entire sack, and threw it out the front window, in which the large alien was hunkered down next to, recruiting humans with his AI companion for some cause that the trio had not yet realized. Within seconds after throwing the sack out the window, all the plasma grenades detonated, starting a chain reaction outside the bar, blowing in all the windows with the force of the blast.
> Had their ruse worked? The original plan was, right after Sam made the deflecting announcement, for Fred and Joe to grab him and hide him behind the ruins of the table, and to escape with their lives and The Book intact.
>
> But as they grabbed Sam, they fell backwards underneath their seats and hit some kind of object that immediately overtook them. In the ensuing cacophony of the Covenant raid, their small voices were all but drowned out to the rest of the bar.
>
> “Sam!” Yelled Fred.
> “Fred!” Exclaimed Joe.
> “Joe!!!” Screamed Sam.
>
> “Where are you guys!?” the three of them said in unison.
>
> Joe waved his hand across his face.
>
> “Whhh–y-yyyy can’t I see my hand guys…?” he fearfully pondered aloud.
>
> “YIKES!! I can’t see mine either!” yelled Fred.
>
> “YOU GUYS, we’re invisible!!” Sam finally figured out.
>
> There was a small, light triangle, with a blue ball in it next to Sam. It had seemed that the trio had stumbled right into one each, rendering each one temporary invisible. Right next to the final triangle was a small bag, with a few blue balls falling out.
>
> “Guys, guys, guys, grab that table leg! My hand is on it, we’ll go from there!” Each member of the trio grabbed the leg, and finally being able to distinguish a faint outline of one another, they stood up, realizing that NOBODY was looking at them. It was Fred who first saw the bag with the balls.
>
> “What on earth could these be, right next to the camo-making thingys?” *He grabbed one of them, recognizing the Marathon symbol on one of the sides. “This is from a video game my older brother used to play,” Fred continued, piecing things together out loud. It was then that he accidentally hit the button on the one side of the orb.
>
> “WHAT DID YOU DO FRED, YOU IMBECILE!” screeched Sam.
>
> Thinking quickly, Joe grabbed the entire sack, and threw it out the front window, in which the large alien was hunkered down next to, recruiting humans with his AI companion for some cause that the trio had not yet realized. Within seconds after throwing the sack out the window, all the plasma grenades detonated, starting a chain reaction outside the bar, blowing in all the windows with the force of the blast.
Wait, this is on a space ship. Where are the windows…? Are we dead now?
> > Had their ruse worked? The original plan was, right after Sam made the deflecting announcement, for Fred and Joe to grab him and hide him behind the ruins of the table, and to escape with their lives and The Book intact.
> >
> > But as they grabbed Sam, they fell backwards underneath their seats and hit some kind of object that immediately overtook them. In the ensuing cacophony of the Covenant raid, their small voices were all but drowned out to the rest of the bar.
> >
> > “Sam!” Yelled Fred.
> > “Fred!” Exclaimed Joe.
> > “Joe!!!” Screamed Sam.
> >
> > “Where are you guys!?” the three of them said in unison.
> >
> > Joe waved his hand across his face.
> >
> > “Whhh–y-yyyy can’t I see my hand guys…?” he fearfully pondered aloud.
> >
> > “YIKES!! I can’t see mine either!” yelled Fred.
> >
> > “YOU GUYS, we’re invisible!!” Sam finally figured out.
> >
> > There was a small, light triangle, with a blue ball in it next to Sam. It had seemed that the trio had stumbled right into one each, rendering each one temporary invisible. Right next to the final triangle was a small bag, with a few blue balls falling out.
> >
> > “Guys, guys, guys, grab that table leg! My hand is on it, we’ll go from there!” Each member of the trio grabbed the leg, and finally being able to distinguish a faint outline of one another, they stood up, realizing that NOBODY was looking at them. It was Fred who first saw the bag with the balls.
> >
> > “What on earth could these be, right next to the camo-making thingys?” *He grabbed one of them, recognizing the Marathon symbol on one of the sides. “This is from a video game my older brother used to play,” Fred continued, piecing things together out loud. It was then that he accidentally hit the button on the one side of the orb.
> >
> > “WHAT DID YOU DO FRED, YOU IMBECILE!” screeched Sam.
> >
> > Thinking quickly, Joe grabbed the entire sack, and threw it out the front window, in which the large alien was hunkered down next to, recruiting humans with his AI companion for some cause that the trio had not yet realized. Within seconds after throwing the sack out the window, all the plasma grenades detonated, starting a chain reaction outside the bar, blowing in all the windows with the force of the blast.
>
> Wait, this is on a space ship. Where are the windows…? Are we dead now?
(windows can be at places other than just facing outside…)
> The sangheili general comes to his senses an realizes what going on
>
> he begins to bark orders as his AI compainion translates
>
> “Hold your fire you barbaric humans!”
>
> the general looks out the window at the covevnat militia
>
> “These arent standard covenant forces, these are religious rebels under the comand of jul’ mdama. Tey arent going to listen what i have to say…”
>
> “I need one volunteer to go with me on a flanking mission, my suit has a cloaking device, You special ops human (fe17) does your spec ops grade suit have some sport of camo device? If so your coming with me”
>
> he looks around the rest of the room
>
> “The drunken human can stay here with the rest and provide supprisive fire. Barteneder arm yourself and make sure none come through the front door. The will send unggoy in waves first yhen kig yar after. Its common covenant field tactics.”
>
> “Purple and white spartan stay safe…”
>
> Everyone know there jobs?
>
> We need to move fast special ops human…
Dodging the debris from the tiny trio’s plasma grenade mishap, FE17 puts on his trifocal goggles, activates his dynamic camouflage and nods at the Elite
“I’m ready for action… Lead the way, Sangheili! Let’s deal with this so the pub can get back to… Well, it was never particularly normal, per se.”
The sangheili general and FE17 exit through the pub side door making their way around and behind the enemy they remained cloaked.
“Lets see what your made of human.” -the ai translates… it continues.
“I am only armed with my sword, i cannot get them all while being invisble as my sword gives my posistion away… I will sneak up behind thier leader and render his head from his body. I will need you to support me and take out as many of the officers as you can.”
"Do not miss human… Once we have killed their officers the unggoy will likely flee. "
“i have been longing to kill… Are you ready human?”
FE17 levels his handgun and loosens the strap on his combat knife
“Ready when you are.”
Meanwhile in the bar…
Unggoy as predicted come trotting through the door weapons charged, firing at anyone they can hit. Mr. Mac has trouble hitting his first few shots but soon starts connecting his shots.
“Just like training! Just with a little handicap is ,-hic-, all. That all y’all got? I’ve seen Moas fight better!”
Shoots three grunts through the head with a collateral.
“Whoo! Hell yeah! -Hic-. Beat that…whatever y’all are in that armor?”
Outside the sanghieli and FE17 get into posistion to take out the first set of commanders, the sanghielie watches the 3 yellow glowing dots on top of fe17 head as he, himself gets in to posistion. He wonders to himself how the enemy doesnt see those three yellow dots… Neverthless. He stands waiting. Because the sangheili cannot see fe17 he assumes he is in posistion.
*the sangheili ignites his energy sword and slices the opposistions head clean off. *
the enemy commander falls to the ground
the sangheili Ardo Moretummes looks over to see how fe17 is doing.