Halo Covenent

She answered the threat with a smirk. "I am not afraid of you." Maybe the elite was right. Maybe she wouldn't make it back to earth, but she would rather die than submit to the enemy.

"Ofcourse you are not.. THe all mighty brave demon, fighting the odds. How do you make it trough all this anyway. Wait.. let me guess. You are using guns, because hand to hand, you would not come long" she had made him angry, and he was annoyed so he talked out with anything, did not even think what he was talking about.

She laughed, showing no fear in the face of the enemy, even though she was in terrible condition. "Hand to hand? You think just because you're bigger than me you are superior?" She looked through his eyes, seeing the anger boiling inside him.

"chill you 2 there is no point in riping each other to bits save it for the brutes" " well if you dont help then i will have to keep you as a slave for the rest of your life or the elites may get you in your sleep anything could happen i am offering you a free ride back to earth and you still give me lip i dont know what is wrong maybe the mark 3 were defectiv or some thing"

"I AM SUPERIOR, DEMON!!" he shouted loudly as he pushed her and the benche she sat on into the wall. It felt like his heart and eyes were burning of anger. When she reached the wall he striked the wall next to her head with the hand, causing a hole in the wall.

She smiled again and shook her head in frusteration. "Elites... such stupid animals." She then looked up at the other spartan as he said she would continue to be his slave. "Since when am I your slave? I dont remember having to listen to you"

put his hand on plo's shoulder "do you mind this ship literaly cos a arm and a leg i know i had to take it from the guy lol any way i think it time you went to your quarters and chilled out meditate or somthing" walked plo to the door "dont let her get to you"

He walked out and on his way he smashed the hand into the door. He then slammed the door hard. "Correction. Dont let her get to me" he said trough the door and walked away.

The spartan smiled triumphantly from where she sat. Now she just had to deal with this other spartan. She knew it would not be easy.

"my ship try not to reckit"

walks back in to were the spartan is slumped against the wall "why do you have to wind him up he is helping us to get rid of the bruts one class of the covenant wiped out i thought that was the kind of thing you wanted"

"What if we wipe the brutes out. There are still elites. This war is a mess. I will not help the enemy, and you cant make me." She said in a stuborn tone.

Plo walked into a room and watched his hand. He had smashed his armour on the hand broken as blood flooded from the hand. He started repairing the glove but could not release a sertain thought from his mind. The demon could not be trusted, he did not trust any of them. He waited with putting his glove on, and watched the highly bleeding hand. "He must get softer walls" Plo said and started to search for tools. He loved designing things, like the armour, specially designed by him for him.

laffed and sat down "at the moment they are yours and mine only chance of survival if it werent for plo you would be dead he allowed me to take you on as a slave after the fight remember "

"No I dont remember. I am not your slave. You dont control me, do you?... You dont have to rely on him. You could go take him out right now and take this ship to highcharity..." Her mind raced with toughts. They had gained this spartans trust, and that would make getting rid of the covenant alot easier.

"why would i need to gain controol of this ship i own it and it is my construct that pilots it oh and another thing lay down on the table my ship was repairing your armore and upgrading it"

"What if I dont want to lay down on the table?" She raised an eyebrow. She knew she was being difficult, but she didn't want to listen to this spartan.

Plo knew he should not be alone, it gave him time to think, and think was the last thing he wanted. He knew the demons could not be trusted, and here he is, on the ship of one of them. He knew how this black one was, but he did not trust him. Plo himself have killed anyone standed in his way, all from grunts and stupid marines to elites and hunters. Why would he let these people play with him like this. He standed up and putted the glove on. He looked around for a sidearm. He found a pistol but did not realy know how to hold it. "Stupid humans" he said and threw it away. "The black one better convince me he is on mine side" he looked around but found no gun or anything. "What is this. A ship of peace?" he walked out of the room and towards the room with the demons.

steped out the room "if its guns you are looking for check the armorey(cant spell to saveme life) "

[]lol neither can I... so i wont notice[]

As he left, she tried to stand, but only to fall to her knees. She looked at the floor as she caught her breath, and foced herself to stand. She grabbed at her side and realized she had no weapon. Oh well... shed find one eventually.

Plo walked by the black one and walked right into the side of him. He then walked into the armoury. He looked around for a while and grabbed a plasma pistol. That would be enough. He walked out of the armoury.