“I…I’m not sure what that word means.”
Kit begins to blush
“Why would you want me to have it?”
The Ai begins to speak for his companion
“If you don’t accept his gift, you will offend him.”
the AI continues.
“In Sangheili culture its common practice to give the skulls of their trophies they killed in battle to the most respected teachers, to show his true skill in combat,”
“perhaps he thinks fondly of your kindness or that you have showed him more to life then just killing, its hard to say. It may also be a peace offering to his changed ways and accepting him into your culture. Sangheili are strange creatures. I would just be thankful he isn’t giving you a skull.”
“Okay, I’ll take it!”
Kit smiles at the Sangheili
“So, what is your AI? Is it UNSC? I was not aware the Covenant had AIs that are self aware like ours.”
the Ai cheeryfully answers kits question
“Allow me to formally introduce myself! My name is Peter 17-8970. Formally known as AlfA i was designed as a oni security ai till i was captured and repurposed by the covenant engineers as a translator for 328 dialects!”
The Trio finally materializes in their corner, admist shattered wood and debris. The fighting finally over, the bar is dank with alien blood, covered up by the stench of fresh corpses and smoking guns.
“So much death. What can men do against such reckless hate?” moans Fred.
“Shut up Fred, this isn’t Lord of the Rings,” Sam snips. “Besides, try and stay out of sight and out of mind. Hopefully, we’ve been forgotten about. I don’t think Joe is as read up on his “sawing people in half” magic tricks as we hope he is. Right Joe?”
Joe dusts himself off, his pants stained with the leftovers of Fred’s Pepsi that got spilled in the commotion.
“Uh, right, yeah, not real comfortable weilding that crackling blade of bluish energy, especially in a magic trick. I don’t have my props, a decent stage, or even an effects machine to give the proper ambiance. This’ll be a disaster if these guys try and make us perform again!”
“So what else are we gonna do, pick our way through the alien bodies and go out the back door, risking a dine and dash, and a walk amongst the tombstones? Come up with a better plan, genius,” Fred retorted curtly.
Comes to
It’s always the Jackals… ALWAYS the Jackals that get me… anyway…
Reclaims mic
What do you get when Agent Ice Berg makes a sarcastic joke?
Dry Ice!
“Dry-Ice, classic!”
Puts energy sword away seeing as the magic of sawing someone in half probably won’t happen.
Orders another Duff from the automated Max Headroom style bartender. And notices the small glow of a screen in the corner of the bar near the TimeWarpTrio…
“Is that a classic Wild Gunman arcade game?!” as he closes one eye to focus better on the glowing of the screen “IT IS Wild Gunman!”
CHX grabs his Duff and stumbles across the bar slipping on the blood of the fallen enemies. He tosses his ODST hat on top of the arcade machine and begins to play
Mr. Mac smiles in satisfaction that his warning alerted everyone in time, and of course there were dead covies on the ground, and holsters Susan.
“Man I want a drink now, -hic-, nevermind.”
Walks over to elite handing a tooth to Kit
“Uhh…I dunno what to call you, but if it weren’t for you’re flankin’ maneuver out there ,-hic-, we all in here mighta’ been dead. Thanks.”
Mr. Mac extends his hand for a handshake
Kit admires the tooth for a moment before a soft smile goes across her face
“This means a lot to me…I mean…you are the first Sangheili I’ve talked to and you are just so kind.”
Kit’s eyes start to water again
“It means a lot to me that you appreciate me for reasons other then me being a Spartan, thank you so much.”
Hang on… your Ai’s name is Peter?
Anyway… looks like things have finally settled down here. Yessir… things have settled down… yup… back to the old grind… yeah… uh-huh…
Looks around
I want action, -Yoink!-!
Runs out of pub
Bursts into control room
Captain! Plot a new course! Now!
But soldier, to where?
…
To war.
…
…
.
I should court marshal you for that.
Screw it, it was worth it.
Strides over to control panels
Slaps the living shnozz out of them
That should do it.
FE17 notices the Infinity changing course and hacks the security feed from the bridge with his OPSAT
“Oh, lord. The comedian’s gone insane.”
Insane? I think not.
Insanity is trying the same thing over and over and expecting new results.
I simply have pressed multiple important buttons and expect to arrive somewhere that isn’t here. Wherever ‘here’ is.
Carry on. We can wait in the bar.
…
Two ducks and a rabbit walk into a bar.
The rabbit is suspicious of the ducks because the ducks have pulled pranks on him before.
So the rabbit goes to the ducks, 'Alright ducks, don’t try anything funny.
And ducks go,
‘Silly rabbit, tricks are for kids.’
> Insane? I think not.
> Insanity is trying the same thing over and over and expecting new results.
>
> I simply have pressed multiple important buttons and expect to arrive somewhere that isn’t here. Wherever ‘here’ is.
>
> Carry on. We can wait in the bar.
> …
>
>
>
> Two ducks and a rabbit walk into a bar.
> The rabbit is suspicious of the ducks because the ducks have pulled pranks on him before.
> So the rabbit goes to the ducks, 'Alright ducks, don’t try anything funny.
> And ducks go,
> ‘Silly rabbit, tricks are for kids.’
>
And with that horrible pun, Mr. Mac draws his pistol and takes aim at Comic.
“We don’t have pun here.”
#exotic goes to the bathrooms and poops#
´last time I’m visiting this place´
#exotic realises he was born mentally challenged and has no genitalias#
> And with that horrible pun, Mr. Mac draws his pistol and takes aim at Comic.
>
> “We don’t have pun here.”
Comic stares down the barrel of of Mr. Mac’s Mac-num
Heeeeey, now, there’s already been enough violence for one day…
Sweat beads on his forehead
he glance left… then right
Two goldfish are in a tank.
One says to the other, you drive, I’ll gun.
Kit looks at Mr.Mac
“No need for that…holster your weapon…please?”
Kit yawns
The Infinity jumps out of slipspace
The pub is jostled by the sudden stop
Comic’s last thoughts are ‘Oh look, a Halo ring!’ before Mr. Mac’s finger slips on the trigger
(And with that, I kill myself off. Again.)
> Kit looks at Mr.Mac
>
> “No need for that…holster your weapon…please?”
>
> Kit yawns
The bullet misses and fries the jump computer, saving Comic again.
“Just, just, the PUNS!!!”
Jump computer spits and sputters before exploding.
“Uh-oh. So anyone know where the hell we’re stuck?”
> > Kit looks at Mr.Mac
> >
> > “No need for that…holster your weapon…please?”
> >
> > Kit yawns
>
> The bullet misses and fries the jump computer, saving Comic again.
>
> “Just, just, the PUNS!!!”
>
> Jump computer spits and sputters before exploding.
>
> “Uh-oh. So anyone know where the hell we’re stuck?”
Kit looks at her Tac-pad
“I’m not sure…” She trails off a worried look in her eyes
Hey, I’m alive!
…
Snatches Elite’s AI thing out of the air
Dinklage! Where are we?!
“Installation 07… whatever that means…”
Psssht… what an unoriginal name…
Notices everyone gawking at AI
What?