Elijah MK III
Nihilistic Existentialist
Colonel Yi slipped quietly in from the shadows, staying low so the sleeping Spartans wouldn't see her. Jonas followed afterward, walking backwards and covering their six with the gun-shaped piece of foam he carried in place of a real gun, since they were safe in the base and didn't need weapons.
"Damn, these kids ARE strong. How'd he make it all the way here? I TOLD you we should have just put him in a sack and beaten him with baseball bats, it would have been a lot easier." she whispered to Jonas.
"Yeah, but de plasma so much FUN! 'ey, you take 'im to de medics, I gonna start a pillow fight. Dese black kids not doin' deir job, maybe I gotta show dem 'ow to do it."
"Good plan, Jonas." Yi hefted the unconscious boy onto her back and crept out of the room toward one of the medical bays. With luck, the Spartans would think it all a strange dream in the morning.
Jonas selected the pillow of a Spartan near the door, and quickly yanked it out from under her head, throwing it forcefully at another Spartan a few bunks down as he slipped through the doorway himself, waiting just outside to make sure it got the proper effect.