Halo Covenent

She heard him, but she ignored it, and pulled herself to her feet. Her knees wobbled, but didnt fall, and she tried hard to show none of her pain.

"yeah well ive had a longer and harder day then Plo has okay so cut me some slack"

Plo watched them. He laughed as he walked up to them. He pushed Drekken away and lifted the spartan up. "Dont tempt me" he said looking her into the eyes. "You are going to serve the black one as him and I said. It was his idea and you will follow it." he threw her infront of the feets of the black one.

"so drekka what do u plan to do on your return to high charity"
the spartan was on the floor at his feet he piced her up and put her over his sholder and walked towards his phantom "i am going to chat with the profits about this change in power i do not trust the bruts" he shouted back

"I am on your side" Plo said. (my new character.. will post an sheet on him soon) "But I dont think you will live the day if you tell the profets about that opinion"

"Well these flood need tending to anyone wanna help get this done with me so we can go home"

In a last attempt she slammed her fist into the back of his shoulder. "What the hell are you doing?" She said in a weakened tone. She knew she was losing it, but she didn't want to show it in front of this spartan

"plo i wouldent wory about me i can handle my self you have seen us spartans in combat but i hope it dosent come to that "

"Wait a minute.. are you going to face Regret?" he said and looked at him.

(turns and looks at spartan)

!!!!!!!!! (Ark in a panic ) this is suicide

Name: Plo
Sex: Male
Species: Elite
Skin: White
Eyes: Red
Rank: Imperial warrior leader.
Armor: The Highly Ornate Gold armor, equipped with Active Camouflage
Weapons: Energy Staff (in rare situations), dual energy swords (prefere one to have a hand avalible for other things.
Other information: 8' 8" Tall. Have a strong agressive voice and he have his entire life trained in the imperial army. He is now compleeted. He used to guard regret, but has been sent to forfill the journey. He totaly rely on his brute strenght and his odd tactics on the field. His armor grants him greatly improved plasma shield, but have reducec durability when the shield is gone. On his back he have the symbol of the great elites.

did i give you permission to bytch Ark

~were are you, ark?~

(( by Un )) no sir ! so what is our plan on getting out of here once we get ride of this mess ?

well actually we dont have one or i dont think anyway i figured we would all be dead by now so we just have to hope that we will get some backup for now, we lost far to many men already to continue unless we make an alliance with the humans but thats one of our last options and i think we will have to form an alliance if were to survive

Plo watched him. "Do you realy think the humans would ally us?" he said as he striked a flood zombie down with his sword without even looking at it.

well its our only chance along with there only chance of survival

Plo looked at him almost with a bit of shock. A marine jumped on Plos back and Plo grabbed him by his arms taking him infront of Plo. "Will you be my friend?" Plo said. The marine spitted him in the face. Plo whiped it out and broke the marines neck.

well he was like gay or something i um.... i guess.....so