Mission 4 - Part 2 - Ground Battle

[tincanhitman]

Raul Green 5 Shield World Surface

Raul raised his eyebrows a smirk cane to his face.

"Damn! Did it just get a little colder in here?" he asked "Ice queen is out today." He sat himself back, allowing his legs room to stretch.

"You know Cap, you need to loosen up, we all know why your angry, but its still not right" he lit another cigarette and threw his old one out the back. "Plus, you treat Church like shit." he said Nodding to church

[Huka]

Major Domo Til 'Muramee
Covenant Center Drop-zone

As the equipment and security forces were beginning to be land, Til was recieving reports of other Covenant drop points being occupied. Good, the foothold is being established.

A phantom landed and opened its back bay, allowing a Weapons master and a lance of Unggoy and huragok to march out. "Are you Major Domo Til 'Muramee?" The Weapons Master asked with a deep sense of authority. "I am." Til replied with little interest in his tone.

"We are occupying this area for a equipment crache for now till all of the areas have been built. And the Legion Master wants to speak with you." The Weapons Master said before producing a holo-emitter from his belt and a mini-figure of the Legion Master Falsu 'Ramamee appeared.

"Major Domo, your first objective is complete. We are now taking control of the area. Reports indicate that the humans are fighting for their lives against the world's holy protectors, which should make our mission more easier." He said with a obvious tone of confidence.

"What is it that you need me to do, mighty commander?" Til asked with a short bow.

"I want you to be my spear, collect your lance, equip yourselves accordingly, and begin venturing forward to any dangers that will hinder us on our path to the control room. More reinforcements will be on their way and Special Operators are already on the move." The Legion Master said.

"As you command, honorable Legion Master." Til said humbly and the Legion Master vanished.

[milostsamis]

Mattie Stroud

Mattie's breathing started to go back to normal almost immediately. He didn't exactly have the most stamina, but his recovery rate was phenomenal. He stood up straighter now, and an unusual air of confidence surrounded him now. Those things were nearly there, and that meant a battle. Mattie was never very sure of himself, but when there was a battle about to take place, he felt he could take on the world. At least, before the battle actually started. Then he'd start acting on instinct, so as to not let his doubts cloud his mind. That was another of the things he could do, he was so used to this now, that it had become instinctual. He could fire at an enemy, have his gun jam, take cover, fix the jam, go back out and fire at the enemy some more, and reload before he even knew what he was doing. That's what made him so deadly with the assault rifle. Easy to use, easy to fix, easy to shoot, easy to kill.

Mattie was mildly disappointed when Jackson tapped his shoulder with the SMG. It was quickly cast aside when he realized that it was a weapon all the same, and a fully automatic one too. At least it wasn't one of those damn DMRs or BRs, he couldn't shoot for shit with those things. He took it gratefully and smiled to himself at the feeling of holding a weapon once again. He did have his kukri knife, but with the enemies they were facing, it was hardly a weapon worth having. He nodded his thanks to Jackson and checked the magazine and chamber. Both seemed fine. After a quick scan of the ground, he found three extra mags to take with him on the trip. Not much, with how much this thing ate ammo. But it was more than he already had, so he didn't complain, which was a surprise because he was fairly good at complaining.

He did a quick check to make sure the SMG was linked with his HUD before stepping out of the falcon's bay once again. The sunlight burned his eyes for a brief second before his visor compensated for the increased light. He felt slight perspiration on his forehead from the heat, although it was a mild heat. That was fine, he'd been through worse, like that fucking desert earlier. He looked into the distance and saw the small silhouettes of the sentinels as they moved closer to the ODSTs position. "Get ready.. They're almost here." he said quietly, looking back at Lunar.

[darthsloan]

Church

Church just shrugged back. He wanted no conflict yet not with Summers. He did feel out of place with her around but he learned why on his own. She loved the woman who held the spot where he stood, and that is what distances himself from her. It was a sad story that is usually only found in books or movies intended to make you weep in deep sorrow for characters you only knew for thirty minutes. Right now, he had nothing to say... nothing to say....

[tincanhitman]

Kels
Special operations
Planet surface

"Heresy!" roared Kels, turning his optic camouflage and igniting his energy sword.

"You disgrace the covenant, your rank and the gods themselves!" he said taking a strong stance.

He had watched the 'major' offer to help the human scum. What heresy was this! Not even the dirty heretics who fought the holy covenant had the standard to fight the humans!

"Engage me heretic and claim you place among the humans in hell!" he roared making slight motions with the blades dual tips. He then spun, flaring his blade around himself to show his great skill.

MimYap
Special operations
Planet's surface

MimYap had moved the lance forward, but wanted to make sure that the Major wasn't in trouble.

"Keep moving." he whispered into LumLum's ear, not wanting the others to be alerted to his absences.So, activating his optical camouflage, he turned back and made his way to the door way the sangheili had gone through.

He heard the major speaking, wondering who he was talking to he rounded the corner, in time to see him smile at a....human!

"Kill him do it!" the voice screamed, buzzing in his head.

"No! He has reason!" MimYap said, having to shout to hear himself speak over the buzzing that was in his head. He felt his hand reach and pull his pistol from his side, slowly bringing it to bear at the major. But MimYap fought it, forcing his hand to point downwards.

He felt like his eyes were about to explode out of his head. He grunted and flung the weapon down, falling onto his back, grunting with the pain of fighting the voice. He felt his vision blur and the voice's presence left, leaving him there to pan in pain.

He rolled over onto his stomach in time to see his leadre, Kels, challenging the major. MimYap grunted, pulling himself to his feat, waddling over to the edge of their fight.

[z]

Rakath V'keelaii, Planets Surface, Caught in the act of Heresy

His head perked up when the voice met his ears. Well.. This was great... Just great. Now he was going to be labeled a Heretic if anyone knew of this.

He turned to see another Special Operations elite. The Human maybe a inch to his left, Rakath was showing him trust that he turned his back on him.

The Elite began showing off and Rakath nearly drew his sword to give him the "HONORABLE" death... But no... quick and easy was much better.

Bending his arm up slowly, he aimed Hectus's Revolver and fired two rounds into the Elites chest to bust the shields and armor with he explosion, then a third to make sure he was going to go down. "We will see whom hits hell first... Covenant Pawn..."

Looking up he noticed the Grunt he had been speaking to and cursed loudly... "Fuck!" He yelled out, a human curse surprisingly. "Am I going to have to kill you as well, Unngoy?" He asked, prying the still lit Energy Sword from Kels hand and holding it in his free hand, just to piss the near death Elite off more. Rakath then lifted the sword up and brought it down into Kel's head to end his life.

"I do not wish to kill you nor the Silent Imp, Ungoy..." He said, sheathing his Revolver but drawing his own energy Sword, holding one in each hand now. "But I will if i have to..."

[tincanhitman]

MimYap
Special Operations Major
Planet Surface

"Kill him! Challenge him to death!" the voice was back, tearing at his brain with its loud words.

"NO! No! no...no...no...no!" MimYap said, screaming at first, then falling to his knees and whimpering. The voice had never had this much control over MimYap's decisions. But at the glance of every weapon around him MimYap had images of killing the sangheili

He reached, hand shaking, behind to his methane tank, and pulled the valve, allowing more than average methane to flood into his lungs, relaxing him like a human inhaling to much oxygen.

After shaking for several minutes, almost throwing up, he re closed the valve and stood, shaking, to look at Rakath.

"No...." he whispered hoarsely, he leaned heavily against the wall. The voices words had turned to a dull buzz, a constant background noise. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind, almost falling to his knees again.

"I won't challenge you..." he said trying to steady his sporadic breathing. He stumbled forward towards Kels dead body, falling to his knees in the blood of his leader. With a low wheeze he began to rummage through Kels person, bringing up his data pad, he removed the chip and tucked it into his pouch, the first sangheili registration he had ever had.

He shook harder, from the shock of his idol dying in front of him. He just looked into the glassy black eyes and began to cough, shaking even harder.

[z]

Rakath V'keelaii

The Grunt... He felt terrible now... Guilt riddled him. Looking down at the body at his feet Rakath clanked his mandibles together and shut off the sword of the Elite he had only just killed. Crouching and lowering himself to the same height as the Grunt, The large Elite sighed.

"I know... How it feels..." He said. "My Mentor was killed... was not by one of his own race, it was by a Demon... But still..." He looked at the unlit sword in his hand, Kels's sword, he then stretched his hand forward to offer it to the small being front of him.

"If you do not tell anyone.... You can keep this..." Rakath said, nodding. "Be just like one of us... Just don't let any of the higher races see you using it..."

[tincanhitman]

MimYap
Special operator
Planet surface

MimYap slowly took the blade from the sangheili, his hand shaking as he did. He held it for a moment, then, ignited it in front of himself, the blade bathing him in the soft glow of the blue energy.

He let out a small laugh, which grew in to a loud resounding cackle, echoing off the walls. He stood and swung the blade, rather clumsily, and began to swing it around with a crazy laugh echoing out around him.

He turned and looked at Rakath, his cackle become stifled at realizing how crazy he sounded.

"Uh..." he just turned the sword off and tucked it into his belt. Allowing himself to calm down.

[Wax™]

Private Dean 'Coxy' Cox
Reaper Platoon: Lunar Squad
Surface Inside Shield-World

Cox sighed, he was sick of being called 'Silent Imp' he looked left and right, he noticed the Elite infront of him killed another of his kind so Cox took the moment to step back put his pistol behind his back and slide in a new clip.

The elite then turned forward and and gestured towards the Grunt, the Elite talking about the same fate for him as he did for the Elite, Cox then sighed as he was called 'Silent Imp' again he sheated his pistol walked up to Rakath and gripped the Elite's helmet, gripping around the eye plates he dragged the Elite''s head/neck down so he could view his name plate on his chest which said.

Dean, Private...

[z]

Rakath V'keelaii

"Keep it hidden well... I do not wish to see you Execute-" He was cut off by his head being pulled down. In a combat reflex, his sword went up and he held it to the humans gut.

But then he saw what he was trying to show him and lowered it.

"De-aan.... Private...." Rakath then stood at full height and looked down at the human. "Very well, De-aan Private. sheall we move to get you to your people?" He asked.

Looking over to the Grunt he laughed a bit. "If you choose to follow, keep your distance... Or return to your lance and say your leader was killed by the Sentinels... Can you do that?? He asked, his voice not a commanding tone like most of his race, but a sincere question.

[Huka]

Major Domo Til 'Muramee
Covenant Ground HQ-Equipment sector

Dressed in a stealth harness, Til felt abit unaccustomed to it, but he’ll get used to it. The harness reminded him of the assassin Nyla, it was near-white blue and light weighted compared to his more armored harness, the Weapon Master warned him, even though his armor had a modified stealth system, it had no energy shields to protect him if he was caught, meaning he have to rely on his natural instincts, stealth, and skills as a hunter to keep him alive.

Fixed and adjusted after a couple units with help from the Weapon Master and a couple of his Unggoy helpers, Til checked his arsenal; he kept his spear and curveblades-three of his own and the last given to him by his old friend Sorsa-and took a modified needle rifle, plasma pistol, and a half-dozen of plasma grenades.
Actually, after a while, the armor felt right, even if it was temporary. “Major Domo,” Major ‘Urudee called, pulling the tent flap back, “Are you ready, sir?”

“Yes, I am, is everyone outside?” Til asked. “Yes, sir.” The somewhat older Sangheili answered.

Turning around, Til walked out to see his two lances standing in complete attention, with one of his new Kig-yar and L’sae keeping close to the human prisoner. Around them, the camp have been mostly set up, and patrols were circulating through the separate camps.

“Warriors, we have been given a special mission from our Legion Master himself. We are to be the first of the legion to head towards the commander center. ‘Urudee will be leading the front for I will perform a more unaccustomed duty to scout ahead and provide vital intelligence for you all.” Til briefed and saw a disappointing face on S’Kor and a few others. “It is the only way to maximize a chance of overall survival in the lances and since I have a much greater experience of this, it is only natural.” The lances visually agreed.

“To give our more forward Minors suitable experience of commanding, ‘Urudee and I have decided to allow the select few to lead their own files to prove themselves in this mission.” Til said and nodded to his subordinate, who stepped forward, and looked to the younger Sangheili. “Ahij ‘Vadukee, Skor ‘Husnee, and L’sae ‘Fulthamee.”

Skor looked at Til, who gave a friendly purr, and said, “You three will have equal powers over you given files, who have been assigned to you accordingly to your individual skills, and know if any die under you command, it will because of your incompetence and responsibilities as leaders. I have eyes and ears in your files and I will be given reports of your abilities. Nothing will transpire without my knowing.”

Looking carefully at the three, Til was satisfied, and looked to the Major. “Major ‘Urudee, follow the path I will carve for you and follow my given directions. For I want to see all of these warriors at the structure alive, if any are missing, it is on your head.”

“I understand, honorable and wise ‘Muramee.” The Major acknowledged with a bow to the much taller Sangheili.
Til straightened himself and looked at everyone before exhaling and spoke with a more natural, softer tone, “May the Gods watch and guide us to a glorious victory. All hail the Forerunners and their chosen Prophets.” Then he vanished under his camouflage, not leaving a sound.

“Move out!” Urudee ordered after a few moments to allow Til to have time to move ahead.

Captain Major Valerius
Aboard Phantom, Savage Harbinger

Valerius sat on a crate, his hands over the pommel of one of his axe, in deep thought with his four original Jiralhanae and a handful of new members looking at him expectingly. His golden armor covered by a cloak of fur and skins, his good eye burning in fury.

First, he is put on a leash of a capable chieftain, one he could saw he respected. That was somewhat bareable. But the fool had to be involved with a Sangheilian Arbiter of all things, everyone knows a Arbiter is a omen of suicide, and the moment he was trapped in that Forerunner structure, somehow Valerius knew the Chieftain and those who followed him was dead.

He personally ordered the Jiralhanae to pull back after the Humans started to flood out and repel them back.

Now he was being commanded by a whelp and his mother. Bah! A great annoyance. Valerius and his small pack found it a great disgrace from their destiny, but Valerius knew it was foolish to face this now.

First to deal with the Humans and that stolen artifact.

"Captain Major." A voice called.

"What is it?" Valerius asked with a growl in his deep tone.

"Er, we are approaching the location." The pilot answered. "Open hatches." Valerius ordered and no sooner the sidebays opened, allowing natural light to pour in and the pheromones to spill out.

"What should we do, all-powerful Alpha?" Carberus asked, with his usual sniveling.

Valerius looked at the groveling major with his eye and said simply, "We will do what is nessecary to keep my pack strong. I care little for the rest. Don't fail me and strengthen yourselves, or die."

Albus chuckled delightfully, "A great plan, Alpha."

Therus remained silent as he petted his precious bird, face hidden under his mask.

The new Jiralhanae were just as quiet, afraid to offend the ruthless Captain.

"We are approaching now, Alpha." The pilot announced.

With a grunt, Valerius got up, towering his fellows as he sheathed his axe with its twin on his back, and walked to the edge of the left bay door, looking at the forest, mountains, and Forerunner structure in the distance, and the sky filled with formations of Sentinels.

Coming this far out was a gamble, but a gamble Valerius is willing to risk.

"Pilot, I want this dropship in one piece when I call, understand!" Valerius roared and the pilot answered with a growl of acknowledgement.

"Pack of Valerius, move and conquer!" He roared and jumped out, with his pack close behind.

The Savage Harbinger flew on, with the crates of Unggoy dropping.

The Hunt was on.

[kel]

Kel guided Zhal away from the drop ship. She peeked around every corner, through every doorway, but there was never anything there. The mass of silver corridors and rooms went on, and on, and on, punctuated occasionally by the great chasm the drop ships had followed the cruiser into.

But where was the cruiser? If it had crashed, it'd be deep in the blackness that fell far below. Kel stepped nervously close to the edge to glance down into the depths one more time, before returning to Zhal. "It's clear."

Zhal stepped past her, and crossed the room to another corridor. "Kel, this place is abandoned. Well maintained, but abandoned. There's nothing in here. Hurry it up. We need to find the others before any survivors are withdrawn back to the fleet."

Kel trotted after him, and pressed her helmet's comm. "Ruk, Kag, can you hear me? Mir? Yik?" All Kel received was static.

"That's the fifth time, Kel. You can't get a signal in here. The comms are useless without a transceiver." Zhal shook his head as they came upon yet another section that overlooked the chasm.

"Look!" Kel exclaimed, pointing down to a ledge a few hundred yards down. "It's one of our drop ships! Do you think it's Ruk's or Mir's?"

"We won't know until we open it. It's too far down to jump, and these walls are too slippery to climb down. We'll need to find a passageway heading down somewhere. Follow me." Zhal began to trot away. Kel gave the ship a worried glance before setting off after him.


--Ruk--

Ruk rose quietly. He had just woken up, and had his rifle in his hands. In the moments that the drop ship had crashed, Ruk had successfully braced himself into a slight indent in the wall. He emerged relatively unscathed.

Tapping his helmet, he activated his night vision and looked around. Kag was still here, and Ruk pried himself out of his alcove to reach him.

Looking him over, he discovered Kag had a part of his shotgun was embedded into the arm. "That's why we don't use Brute weapons." He muttered under his breath as he looked around for something to bandage the injury with.

[z]

Kag

Chuckling a bit he spoke. "Human weapon.... Good one at that... think they call it a... Shot-Gun?" He said, reaching over to check the other side of his arm.

"Well, it didn't go through... So" Kag took the shotgun in his teeth and jerked it out quickly. A small amount of blood spilled out, but not a large amount.

"Not bleeding as much as I thought... I think I'll live... Besides..." he said, pushing back on his hands and then flying up to his feet. "Blood stains make my armor look cooler..." He said, chuckling and rolling his arm to test it.

"Moving on your call boss, I'll take the skin from a dead Unngoy to patch it or something."

[Huka]

Major Domo Til 'Muramee

Moving like the wind and manuevering through the trees, Til felt free, it have been too long since he have been a actual hunter of his own according, no longer chained to anyone. Able to move at his own pace.

It felt good to feel free.

As he thought these things, he felt a ping of regret and shame as he thought of his lance, of Skor, L'sae, of Igri and his fellow Unggoy. Of Sufang.

All brothers of war for him, but...

Suddenly he saw something on the corner of his eye that caught his attention, enough to make break out of his rush, and jump out of the trees, and landed near it.

Crouching low, the invisible Til approached, and found the thing that he have found was no other the corspe of a black-armored Sangheili.

A Special Operator. What could have kill this elite warrior?

Not far from it was a familiar figure.

Deactivating his cloak, Til could only whisper, [yellow]"Rakath?"[/yellow]

[Deleted]

Vice Admiral Klix

"Sir, as far as we can tell, they don't have shields!" The Ops officer replied, for the third time.
"Re-run. Sorry, what? The Covenant DON'T have shields? Then what do that have!" The Admiral yelled.

The Ops officer tapped away at the buttons on her console, entering in commands designed for the sensors.

"I can't get much, but the energy reading is to... Dull to suggest they have shields." The Ops Officer replied.

The Admiral thought for a moment. Do they attack, or assume they still have shields.

"Alright. Navigation, keep us away from their Pulse Laser's." The Admiral said, deciding not to test anything on the Covenant ship.

"Sir! We have ARCHERS!" The Weapons Officer reported.
"Did you unlock them!" The Admiral asked quickly.
"No sir, they were already unlocked, I just missed them during my initial report." The Weapons officer replied.

A mental lapse. "Don't let it happen again, under-stand!" The Admiral barked.

"Yes sir!" The Weapons officer quickly replied.

Second Lieutenant Killinger

He slowly aimed at the sentinel, he was doing a test. He fired a burst towards it, all rounds hitting the growing target. It's shields flared. He pulled the trigger again.

The shield flared, failed and the single sentinel exploded into a ball of electric fire. If a single soldier would come against the target, he would put nearly a magazine into just three targets.

They needed to stay in groups, of at least four.

"Captain Lloyd, I recommend that units stay in fire groups nothing less. It takes a few rounds to destroy one of these sentinels. I just tried. They'll slaughter us when the fighting gets tough if we work separately. That means if a trooper needs to blow his noise, three troopers will be covering him." Killinger said into his comm channel.

He noticed two others closing in on the pelican returning to the Arizona, which was hovering almost directly over the drop zone now. Easier for units to get down.

A series of automatic rifle fire interrupted his gaze, as a small fire team of two fired upon a sentinel. They were dangerous in groups, but cannon fodder for projectiles when they were on their own.

They were artificial intelligence for sure, scouting already.

[Wax™]

Private Dean 'Coxy' Cox
Reaper Platoon: Lunar Squad
Surface Inside Shield-World

Dean let go of the Elites head and sighed as he got his name wrong almost straight away he then just pointed to the Dean part, Private being his damn rank, Dean shurgged it off though and stepped back, he then took out his pistol again for protection, not that he needed it anymore against an Elite that would not kill humans but, you can't be too safe, Cox looked blankly at the Elite for a few more seconds.

Thoes few more seconds were not good for Cox, or the Elite who had spared his life, behind the Elite known as Rakath, another Elite appeared out of the shadows, Dean opened his eye's wide and suddenly stood in a defensive stance and lifted his pistol to fire at the new Elite, then realizing that was a bad idea he turned and sprinted out of the hall as fast as possible.

Once he was out he bent down, grabbed his helmet and slid it back on, moving the same way across the cliff face as he did before.

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mimYap
Special Operations
Ground surface

MimYap jumped at the voice of the new sangheili.

"RUN!" the voice screamed in his mind, forcing him to activate his camouflage and run, leaving the stronger sangheili to fight its battle.

"No stay!" he screamed running around the corner, fleeing as if he was some sort of minor. He stopped and forced himself to wait. He then, slowly, turned and moved back around the wall, wielding his pistol.

"Me help sangheili!" he shouted at rakath and began to over charge his pistol. The other sangheili had more weapons and looked to be younger, but MimYap had his mind set on repaying the sangheili.

"Fuck you!"MimYap screamed knowing not what it meant.

"Run you fool! He will kill you!" the voice said screaming again in MimYap's ear.

[Huka]

Major Domo Til 'Muramee

In his shock of this assembling puzzle, hoping that it is not what it seems, Til stood frozen for a moment, not even moving to stop, in the very least kill, the human in the scene.

But it was short-lived, shaking his head, he heard the screams of a black-armored Unggoy, another Special Operator. The little creature was screaming and frenzied with a wavering overcharged plasma pistol.

Til's eyes seemed to gleam as his mandibles vibrated and fangs flared.

"What is the meaning of this?" He growled, eyes still on the Unggoy, but question directed to both.

[z]

Rakath V'keelaii, Caught in the act of Heresy... Again...

"No..." Rakath turned his head to see Til... ad he muttered another human curse. "Fuck..."

There went the human... And the grunt...

Rakath drew his sword din one hand, and his Energy Knife on the other, growling and turning around. "Til... I do not want to engage you, but if that is what it takes... Major..." He said.. protective almost, nodding to his Grunt companion when he returned to help.

[Huka]

Til was arching his back as his appearance starting to look more savage, "Why, Rakath? Why did you do this?" He asked, walking towards the two, hand on his spear.

His savagry was more at the annoying Unggoy. He didn't take kindly to threats, especially at this state of mind.

[z]

Rakath V'keelaii, Caught in the at of Heresy... Again...

Growling and holding his sword crossed over his chest between him and the Major her glared at the younger Elite. Then raising his voice. "Ungoy! Lower your weapon..."

Rakath's orange eyes stared through his visor at the other of his race, he did not let his guard down for a moment... One ELite laid dead at his feet... a second shouldn't be much.. .Right? But.. .Rakath did not wish to hard Til...

"The Covenant is not right, Til. WE FOLLOW FALSE PATHS!" He said, leaning forward slightly. "The Prophets spout lies, Til! Surely you can see this!"

[tincanhitman]

MimYap
Special Operator
Planet Side

MimYap calmed a bit, still STANDING BACK DOWN THE HALL. He stopped spewing curses and allowed the sangheili to talk, waiting for if he was going to have to fire.

He was wary of this new sangheili he didnt seem to be as calm as Rakath and that unerved MimYap.

He set himself to private com.

:Move in cloaked on my position, only watch." he said into his private Com , waiting to for his cloaked soldiers to show up.

[Huka]

Til was in disbelief that Rakath was bold enough to do this, he knew of the elder's views but this..."The path of slaughtering brothers, the Covenant is what keeping us from another age of conflict. What path is it that you see Rakath?"

[z]

"I was protecting myself, Til... The dead one attacked me..." He said, his jaws clicking as he looked down at his Revolver.

"Til, I want away fromt he Covenant. I do not care if they choose to hunt me, I have been their pawn far too long!" Rakath roared. His Sword gripped tighter, his grip, and focus unwavering.

"Til, a ZEALOT.... One that twas near the center of our so called "Faith" mad me murder a Hospital room full of just born children, and a teenager. They had not even been given a chance to live!" He yelled out.

"That day, my faith was gone... Call me a Heretic, take me back to them if you wish. claim honor from this.... Of capturing a Heretic... Of hunting one..." He said.

"But don't think i will make it easy on you..."

[Huka]

Til looked at Rakath with a neutral face; mandibles relaxed and straightening up a bit. Hearing his story, Til nodded. "I see. I understand your sorrow...there is no honor in that, killing youths of anykind is a upmost disgust and disgrace. And self defense is a suitable excuse, but..." Til said before he saw something in the trees. A large bird dressed in a harness perched on a tree. He knew whose bird that belong to. "Your heresy will not go unpunished." Til snarled before squeezing his spear, extending it to full length. "Defend yourself, Heretic!"

[z]

Rakath V'keelaii

"I'm done either way..."

Til changed his tone so fast... First he was understanding him, then he went to combat mode. Growling when this happened, Rakath turned and walked deeper into the hallway he was in, tossing a plasma grenade backwards before fading from sight."

This would not turn out well...

Would he have to run?

[Huka]

Seeing the grenade falling by him, Til lunged and roared like a beast, eyes aimed to the disappearing Ultra. Target primed, he thrusted his spear, and basically flying through the air from the explosion behind him.

[z]

Walking as he vanished he heard the roar of Til and spun, energy Sword drawn as he went for the spear coming for his body in hope of cutting it.

If he was successful, Rakath would simply just walk away.

If not, and he was struck, Rakath would groan in pain and light two more Grenades, throwing them down between him and Til and run, as fast as he could.

Either way, he left.

[Huka]

Feeling his spear hit something, Til jumped back and twirled his spear, "fight me you coward!" He snarled but Rakath instead tossed two more grenades, blocking his path in a inferno of plasma. Blinded, Til growled, and watched as Rakath vanished. "Run you coward. I will hunt to you down to the human homeworld itself if I have to!" Til roared and glanced back to see the bird flapping its long wings and leave. Quickly accessing his com to a channel that Sorsa taught him, he spoke, "May the Gods guide you to your destiny, brother."