"No can do, missy. You might think you're okay, but for all we know, you could still be internally bleeding. You Spartans are all the same; full of bravado and arrogance, not thinking you need any help, always wanting to go it alone. if you want Lance Corporal Hampton to fly you to Tekka's location, you are taking the test."
the medic nodded
"we have 5 tests for the CRT: ground manuvers, weapon accuracy, endurance, flexibilty, and Strength. if you perform well on all 5, then you'll be ready to raise hell. the first test is ground manuvers. when i say go, drop to your stomach as quickly as possible, and then Army-crawl to the bay door, around 30 feet. readdy... GO!"
Tekka watched out in space. "Well... I will be waiting for them..." he looked back and smiled. He had gather up 5 more imperial trained elites fully equiped (like them in halo2) and he laughed as they were ready for battle. "Bring me your best men, demon" he said as if the demon was standing next to him. "I have mine"
Tekka watched out in space. "No blowing up. Me and my imperial companions will face those bastards.. you may join up if you want.. But between me and the demon. This is personal" The imperial soldiers laughed as they all gripped an energy sword each and a plasma rifle. Tekka started to walk towards an cov transport ship. "we will face them." he grabbed two swords and walked into the ship. "I am comming for you demon" he said as his soldiers formed up behind him.