Originally posted by DarkC*Dennis looked around* Strap him up tight in the cockpit..he might be of use. *Dennis looked around at the marines, seeing some familiar faces* Boys, *He yelled out* This is the dawning of a new age! A Grunt is working as a Marine from now on! Treat him like one! We're going after that Pelican, and getting Spartan-116 back! Am I clear!
"Yes, I suppose I was." Clark smiled, guiding the Spartan to a crash seat. "Ain't that right, boys?"The marines were at ease now. "Oh yeah, you got that right, sir."
"He's always been pushing us around.""Where would he sit?" Clark wondered, nodding at the grunt. "Crash seats are way too big."
"Sir, yes sir!" the marines roared in unison, secretly glad that the Spartan had a sense of humor.
Clark moved up front, where Harfield was chatting animatedly with the Grunt. "So, what'd the Elites do to you that made you desert them?"
"Whipped me raw." the grunt replied in its squeaky voice.
"Damn bastards." Clark said.
Originally posted by DarkC*Dennis chuckled and yelled out again* Damn right I am! *He yelled to Clark* PUNCH IT!
"Sir, yes sir!" the marines roared in unison, secretly glad that the Spartan had a sense of humor.Clark moved up front, where Harfield was chatting animatedly with the Grunt. "So, what'd the Elites do to you that made you desert them?"
"Whipped me raw." the grunt replied in its squeaky voice.
"Damn bastards." Clark said.
Originally posted by DarkC*Dennis nodded* Will do. *The Grunt walked with Dennis into a tent where the food was served.* Wait here. *Dennis walked off to the shower tent* [damn, g2g..bye]
The marines instantly sprang to attention, and fanned out. Clark turned to Dennis."Spartan, meet me in the debrief room soon, in about an hour or two. Shower up and get some chow into yourself first. I dunno what Tiny here eats, but get something down him."
Two minutes later, Clark walked into the tent, and found the Grunt chewing on a frozen paste. It smelled nasty.
"Hang on, mate. Lemme thaw that out for you." Clark fried it in a microwave, and handed it back to the small alien, who offered his thanks.
"Humans aren't nearly as bad as the Elites." he sighed.
"Well, of course!" Clark said indignantly, chewing a sandwich. "What did you make us out to be, bloodthirsty barbarians?"
The grunt's (mygrunt) Cowardice showed as the elite hit him and took control of the pelican. He flew it toward the vector that is High Charity. He put out a signal that he was coming in an enemy vehicle, and was cleared. "Stupid Leety." The grunt said tohimself, and watched as Kiyo phased in and out of conciousness.
Tekka layed on the ground. He smiled as he activaded the shield slowly. Stupid grunt, betrayer aswell. He then made a smile once more, as he activated the camo. He must fix the camo, it takes for ever to recharge but he can stay in if for quite a while. He used the time to regain health. He slowly tried to walk out of the cockpit undiscovered. Bah.. him, fighting like a coward? He would like to see the poor spartan fight pure in a situation like that. He halted to a corner and sat down. He then activated an jammer device to make sure he could not be found by machine. To be sure of security he grabbed his two energy swords. Unignited but ready to strike.
~she was but not anymore.~
Tekka sat down in the corner watching the wounded marines, aswell as the ones helping them. Accualy, they only fought to stay alive. The poor humans did not stand a chanse against the wrath of a elite, but they tried. That is worth thinking about. That demon. She broke something in me. Fortunatly I have more, he thought and smiled. His other wounds had now recovered. "I love being selfhealed" he whispered in the ear of a marine, but he remained cloaked.