#Spartan X

[omercifulheaves]

Wheels on Meals (1984)

[comicarthistory]

Page from Jackie Chan’s Spartan X #3. 1997. Art by Michael Golden and Armando Gil.

[3lix13]

Part one of some Michael Golden insight that went into the creation of Spartan X - a backup feature in the Image comics reprint of issues.

[ntscdreams]

Spartan X June 21, 1985 // Family Computer

Released under the way more reasonable title Kung-Fu in the West, this is a single plane brawler where, wait for it, you have to rescue your girlfriend. Using kung-fu. Though this is an arcade conversion, Miyamoto was actually responsible for the Famicom port of this game, reportedly wanting to get more experience making side-scrolling action games on the platform. I wonder if that guy will ever make a game like that.

Regardless, Spartan X has fast-paced, responsive combat where you get the classic, satisfying one hit kill on most enemies. You can punch and kick, but I found I only ever really needed to kick, especially low kick as this also kills the midget enemies (??) that are mixed in with regular sized ones. Sirlin was right: low strong always wins. Unfortunately there are only five levels before the game loops, so it's pretty short, but it's a fun game.

[davidellisartworkstuff]

"Until Team RWBY arrive - and who knows how long that'll be - all we have is each other."

Helmet BONK sound.

[searching4rinoa]

Searching4Rinoa Plays - Kung Fu Master (Gameboy)

Technically, not a game I got on Xmas, but weekends demand one-shots from me usually.

[superiorsturgeon]

Pyrrha: *flips coin*

Pyrrha: …tails!

Jaune: *dyes his beard and puts on rusted knight armor*

Pyrrha: I’ve been a good girl, daddy~! 🥰

The next night…

Jaune: …heads!

Pyrrha: *puts on Tarnished Spartan armor and a gray hair extension*

Jaune: I’ve been a good boy, mommy~! 🥰

Nora: …okay, there’s being a switch, and then there’s…

Nora: …whatever this is…

[superbat-love]

When Superman gave him the kryptonite, Bruce felt touched that Kal-El would trust him, a human, that much. He knew that Superman was wary of humans when he first crash-landed on Earth a year ago, receiving a less than warm welcome from the military. If it hadn't been for the Justice League's intervention, Superman would have been locked up under Amanda Waller's watch.

It took months of fighting side by side on the battlefield before Superman accepted Batman's invitation to join the Justice League. As a show of mutual trust, Bruce provided Superman with plans to neutralize him in case he went rogue, and Superman entrusted any kryptonite he found to Batman for safekeeping.

They worked well together, and Superman had Batman's back in every fight against supervillains. While they had their ups and downs like any relationship, their conflicts never lasted long. That's why Bruce was puzzled when Superman started acting coldly towards him all of a sudden.

Bruce may not be the most emotionally aware being, but he could tell when someone was deliberately avoiding him. The rest of the Justice League noticed the tension and tried to mediate the situation. It was then that Superman suddenly accused him of cheating.

“You slept with that redheaded woman!” he yelled. Bruce tried hard to recall which woman Superman was talking about. Had he accidentally slept with Superman's lover? Then Superman continued, “I was patient, waiting for you to be ready to consummate our marriage, but you broke our sacred marriage contract! Clearly, you don't love me anymore!”

Bruce felt like he had entered the twilight zone. His mind spiraled as he frantically tried to remember when he had gotten married to the Kryptonian. It turns out that Superman fighting off the supervillains trying to get to him was part of a courtship ritual on Krypton. When Batman had invited Superman into the Justice League, Superman had taken it as a marriage proposal to join his inner circle, and they had exchanged weapons to seal the deal. It seems that Kryptonians had long, and pretty bloody, courtship rituals revolving around proving their strength to their partner and exchanging rare objects. Verbal declarations were unnecessary.

Bruce had been married to Superman for months, and he didn't even know it.

[incorrecthomer]

Helen: "Menelaus, can you turn the lights on?" Menelaus: "I don't have to, you're the only light I need in my life" Helen: *blushing* Clytemnestra: "FUCKING TURN IT ON. WE CAN'T SEE SHIT!"

[halo-adicto]

[mefiless25]

Do you think I've forgotten about my halo ocs? No))))

[satoshy12]

Danny was Leonidas.

As Danny did time travel as he fought against Vlad most of the time, he was one of the few historical figures. He had been in ancient Sparta, thanks to his grandfather Ares. Ares had been Jack's father: He was taken in and somehow turned into Leonidas of the History Lesson with his 300!

Well, he came back buff and huge. At least Amity Park is weird and just accepted that he came back massively Huge. Amity Park:" He had the Jack Puberty while away." (Shuumatsu Leonidas)

Vlad was Xerxes, as both did that whole war and battle. + Back in modern times, the 300 found their king easily. And he had a tiny heir! It's time to guard her!

The Spartan Ghosts always, and I mean always, follow Dani around! Dani:"No, I don't need protection! I am strong!" Sparta:" Of course you are strong! You are a Princess of Sparta!!" Dani:" Stop screaming that always!!" Spartan Ghost:" As the child of Leonidas! We make sure you are strong! But as your uncles, we make sure you are okay!"

Dani:" I can't show my face at my friends anymore!" How can she now face the YJ team after the whole army came and beat up that Villain!"

[cenittxnadir]

Master Chief Dating Headcanons

It is not news that John is not the most social of the group. Not even from the Blue Team. That position will probably be split between Kelly and Fred. So seeing John in a relationship is something completely new and unexpected, but it was nice to see, especially for the rest of the team who jumped at the opportunity to annoy him. It's not every day you get to outsmart Master Chief.

Leaving this clear, expect a lot of doubts and awkward moments with him, not in a negative way, this is all new to him but he is willing to learn your likes and dislikes while he discovers things that the UNSC has long been in charge of taking away from him.

John can be someone quite serious but behind closed doors and among his fellow Spartans he is one of the most relaxed, you won't see him laughing out loud or being flashy but with you he feels like he can be that child he couldn't be, not in a sense of immaturity but for the first time he feels that there is someone who can take care of him.

Dating Spartan is complicated, no matter what generation is. Everyone has trouble interacting outside of their fellow Spartans. So it is not something that despairs you, you will have to be very patient if you want to have a relationship with them.

In John's case, it's probably you who initiated the physical contact part, he doesn't mention it verbally but he really likes the attention you can give him and the day you told him how much you liked his hugs, he kept asking you if you wanted one He was happy, he felt that he was doing good in the relationship.

Consent for John is something vital, he is not used to being touched in a more intimate way, so all the time he will be asking you if he can hold your hand or hug you. He does not do it out of shyness but rather out of respect for your personal space. The last thing he wants is to bother you and it's the same thing he expects of you.

He's the epitome of a provider, something he didn't even know he was. Not only in the economic and material part. He is a protector by nature, so expect him to be aware of everything that happens with you even if you don't mention anything to him, so be careful trying to lie to him or hide something from him, he probably already knows but he won't tell you anything. Maybe you have your reasons for not telling him, but be very careful with this, he may feel insecure, so it is best to maintain good communication.

Speaking of economics, Spartans do have a salary, most of it goes into savings, since the UNSC provides them with all their needs. So taking this into account and John's military rank, he has a few zeros in his pocket. So when he discovered that many couples gave each other gifts as a sign of affection, he took this method to compensate you every time he had to go on a long mission. Soon after, he practically became your sugar daddy until the gifts were enough and you decided to put a stop to it. You explained him that a hug from him after so long without seeing him was worth more than any material gift.

John, being a protector, will be watching you at any time, not because he distrusts you but because you are important to him and he does not want anything bad to happen to you, he has had enough bad things in his life, you are one of the few good things that has. He can become jealous, but he would not do anything extreme or sick, as long as your life is not compromised, in case something like this happens, he will not hesitate for a second to use all possible means to protect you, even if it means abusing his of position.

In conclusion, you are the most precious thing he has, he will not let anything bad happen to you and that is a promise he made the day you agreed to be with him. Despite his appearance, John has learned to be more relaxed and enjoy the little things more, as long as you are by his side to show him how valuable his effort has been all these years and that now it is his turn to be taken care of by someone else.

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Forgive me, I couldn’t get this out of my head, and therefore you shall endure my visions.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: Captain Xanthos returns from a grueling mission and wants nothing more than to make love to his awaiting little spouse.

TW // Soft SMUT, Belly Bulge, Overstimulation, Biting/Marking, Size Difference, Yandere Themes, Google Translate.

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“What are your plans on getting back to your quarters Captain?” Lieutenant Zephytos asks him, shifting is his armor of bronze that is covered in drying blood. The red optics of their helmet staring right into his own, expecting an answer from him.

“To rest for the next battle to be won.” Xanthos simply responds to him, looking away from the Lieutenant and observing the roughed up scouts being tended to an Apothecary-in-learning. Their form kneeling down to the ground to observe their brethren for any injuries.

Some of the scouts groan out in soreness; rolling their neck and shoulders. While some others whine a little bit, but dared not to complain for it was not in their nature to do so. Their mission admittedly being a bit grueling for them to a standard as the mission was set a level higher than what they would usually handle, pushing their limits, but otherwise they have done greatly in their mission. Not one having an indent in their armor for an Apothecary to chew him out on.

“The scouts tiring you out already Captain?” Zephytos croons, subtlety teasing him with his rank. Obtaining a deadpan stare from underneath Xanthos helmet as he turns his head to look back at his lieutenant who dares to tease him all the damn time about anything he can. “What? Am I wrong? You can’t tell me they have disobeyed orders all day today.”

Xanthos sighs at that. He can’t deny that it was grueling to work with them. They loved to disobey orders for the sake of their mission being completed, but it wasn’t… efficient for them or their groups. They don’t understand just yet on how working together will improve their effectiveness. So most of the captains and the Masters of the Recruits agreed to let them figure it out the hard way. Which also had anyone ranked higher than a scout exhausted by just standing there idly; watching them closely to verbally recorrect their mistakes they may or may not listen to.

“That, they have.” Zanthos responds, turning his head up to the night sky. Taking note this planet had a lot less light pollution, and he could see how brightly the stars shine. How they almost twinkle and move while the planet rotates.

Perhaps, his love would like to observe some with him? To watch the stars once more? To lay in each other’s embrace while she would shiver at a simple breeze, trying to cuddle to him closer for his warmth. Which he’ll be happy to provide such simple request, and lift you up into his arms to protect you from the cold. His fingers lightly tracing your smaller body making you shiver at his attention.

He would tease you then as you were just in the perfect and willing place to for him to caress your body; to curiously dip and press his fingers into the clothed curves of your body. Trying to find out what makes you keen into him more; to make you melt under his attention. Purring at you when he does manage to gently squeeze a gasp out of you, your face hiding in his collarbone all while he would rumble out a laugh. Amused by your tactics to try and hide away in his bulk.

Didn’t you know he could make you look up at him if he pleased? Move and position you as he commands? To absolutely ravage you then and there?

Ah, but he doesn’t want to break the trust he already grown with you. He would not like to chase and find you all over again when you perceived him to be angry: afraid of his wrath and rejection. Yet, he was never was truly angry at you, he was just… brooding one might say. Not that was out of his and his brethren nature either, but you have to get used to their ways of living.

“Thinking of your lover?” Zephytos questions with a baiting tone, looking up at the sky with him. Both of them sitting in an eased silence for a moment. Listening to the creatures that call at night.

“Why must you test me, Zephytos?” He questions his lieutenant with another sigh, looking back down and to his side to face his lieutenant again. Awaiting his answer from him.

“Who am I if I do not?” The lieutenant responds, turning to meet his gaze. A sincere-like tone in his words, telling Xanthos that is his character. One of truth, trust and uncorruption. “Besides, I think your lover is just waiting for you to find them again. They certainly love playing that game with you.”

Xanthos scrunches his nose at that, but doesn’t make a remark on it. Knowing if you are hiding he’ll just find you again, like the many times he has done so before. That, or one of his brothren will find you and put you back in your area as they do not trust nor are persuaded easily. They know who you belong to. They have no problem returning you to him again and again.

“Maybe she finds a certain… enjoyment in it?” Zephytos harasses him more, purring his words out to him all seductively. Trying to effectively bother him some more. “A pleasu—”

The taunting lieutenant doesn’t even have a chance to say anything more when Xanthos slugs him on his pauldrons. A tiny ‘ow’ leaving the lieutenant as he hutches over for the Captain to wrap his arms around his helmet, putting him into a headlock while he growls at him. “You are a teasing bastard, Zephytos.”

Though, Xanthos wouldn’t mind if you would run from him in such a way. It would certainly show your bravery and strength to take him on in such a pleasing way. Not to mention he could watch how you would bounce and bend, and he could show off a little bit; get a rather tasty prize at the end too.

Hmmmmm.

“You’re thinking about it, are you not?” Zephytos pushes his luck while still being stuck in his captains’ arms. His gauntlet resting on the arms of Xanthos as he looks up at him.

“Shut it, lieutenant.” The captain simply huffs, tired of the younger mans shenanigans already. Neither confirming nor denying his words though.

You yawn as you flip a page in your book, completely endorsed in it. Well… as much as you can be without having to reread what you have already gone over. Your eyes heavy in exhaustion of not sleeping when you are supposed to. Which you know the captain won’t be to happy about to hear nor see.

The monstrous man of bronze liked to keep you in a prime state. To always make sure you had the meals and nutrition that you need everyday for you, but this also included many another things a baseline human would need to survive like: sleeping, entertainment, socialization, shelter and even clothing. All was provided, even when he wasn’t there with you.

Though, all needs were limited within… reasons you suppose. You were only allowed to speak to certain people and receive individual things from them, and your only shelter is wherever the captain may have walked and owned. The entertainment was all sort of things that you really didn’t have a limit on, and that also included clothes too. (High-class or even royal-class.) It’s almost as if ‘you wanted something you could get it’ type of life.

Not that you were a person of greed, it was just that was the way on how you were treated under their eyes. You honestly never really wanted much, and sometimes the overbearing mess of it all just frustrates you to no end. You never had asked for this! Why must you have it all? Why can’t they send it to another? Why can’t they just put it to a better use? Use it instead so it would not rot under your unwanting care?

You deeply sigh and close your eyes for just a moment to relax yourself. Only to suddenly jump in your skin when something touches your cheek, knocking you out of your calamity. Your book in your hands falling harshly onto your blanketed lap and sliding off into the ground with a heavy thud as it was a hardcover.

You would have thought you were being assassinated if it weren’t the familiar scent of myrrh to wash over you. A peculiar feeling of safety washing over you while a deep, but quiet laugh comes from behind you as you try and calm your nerves. Your hand over your chest, trying to calm your heart manually.

“Did you not hear my return my love?” The man behind you softly starts to kiss you below your ear. His arms warping around you easily from behind the couch that you sit on, trapping you in his unexpected embrace.

“I did not, my captain.” You respond in a quieter tone, looking in front of you as his scarred arms block your peripheral vision. Your body slowly keening into the back of the couch; more into his emission of warmth.

“You know, you are allowed to say my name little love.” He mutters, giving you trails of kisses up and down your jawline. His arms closing in around you as he awaits for your approval to attack your neck next.

You tiredly hum in return. Opening up your neck to him as your eyes slowly close in on you again the more he repeats his gentle affections. Your hands settling neatly in your lap until the rude man nips at the softness of your flesh, and snatches you up in his arms. Taking you and the blankets somewhere else besides the couch.

“Xanthos…” You whine at the man. Disliking the fact from being moved from your spot of comfort and away from your book that you didn’t even put a bookmark into yet, but you can’t do much about it when he already has you in his firm arms.

“You haven’t been sleeping well.” He states the obvious, but his tone says he’s a little bit disappointed. Not that you were affected by it much. It was common for you to resist your own baseline needs.

“Can’t sleep.” You simply reply, nuzzling into his clothed chest of silk while he walks, inhaling the comfort of his scent. Your fingers lightly tracing the cloth of his muscles. “You were not by my side.”

“Ah, let me fix that my love.” He softly coos into your ear, finally placing you lightly down on a plush surface: a bed you recognize after a sleepy moment as his hands slowly drag from the sides of your waist down to the calf of your legs. His massive form blocking any light from behind him as he looks down at you. His preying, red eyes sending a shiver down your spine. “Let me devour you and reclaim you tonight.”

Oh, the thought of him being between your legs definitely jerks at your sleepy mind a bit. Sending a shot of arousal through you the more you could think of how he would use you as a full course meal. How he could just keep you in place with one hand if he needed to. His strength more being more admirable than what you had thought before.

“I don’t think you are opposing that idea my love.” Xanthos teases with a chuckle. A finger of his hooking around the bottoms of your nightly clothing, eager to just pull it off you without much resistance.

“Σκάσε(Shut up), captain.” You groan, pulling off some little Greek you learned up at the man. Gaining a quick, but gentle leg pull from him. Pulling you down at the edge of the bed; flush against his hips with one of his arms resting above you so he could loom over your body with his warm cock evidently pressing up against you and through both your clothing. Threatening to just fill you up deliciously.

“Perhaps, I shall just reclaim you instead? To fill up your precious flower now?” The man softly growls, his breath ticking your ear while his teeth teases your skin. His hips slowly rocking back and forth, messing up both of your clothes. “A fitting punishment of your own negligence.”

“You wish to exhaust me with pleasure, Xanthos?” You huff, ignoring the growing heat below you. One of your hands trailing up from his stomach and to his collarbone before slipping underneath his cloth to touch his warm, smooth skin.

“That, I do.” He hums, leaning a little more down on top of you to let your hands explore the chest of his body. His lips attacking your neck once more before taking on your own. His tongue lapping at your bottom lip before giving it a little suckle, making it swell with red plumpness.

Tracing your fingers through the juicy curves of his muscles. You squeeze at them when Xanthos lips become suffocating and addicting, but don’t stop your teasing actions on his body. Your fingers still carefully dragging along his skin and rimming his portholes. Sending a shiver down his body that you might have not seen, but you definitely felt it.

“You tease me love.” He pops off your swollen lips, observing your tired, but desiring body. His tongue licking his lips as he savors what you taste like from your own lips before he digs right back in. All the more fervent to leave you breathless and withering before him as his other hand wanders under your shirt, wrapping around your waist and thumbing at your stomach.

“Xanthos.” You manage to gasp out, escaping his barrage of kisses. Your head laying back, leaving your neck open as he takes the chance to suckle there too. His clothed hips still rutting up against your own heat.

Your hands come up to try and grasp up at his shoulder but settle around for his neck instead. The bulk of him being too much for one to have a hold on as you can feel how he drags his hand on your stomach down underneath the waistline of your clothing. Circling his fingers on your skin there for a moment before nips at your neck again, tearing the bottoms of your nightly clothing away from you.

“Xanthos!” You yelp at him by his bite and the loss of your clothes. Disappointed that he would just rip one of your favorite clothings right off of you without a care. You wonder if that’s why he brought you some clothing for you so he can just rip it off of you.

“I will have someone make you some more my love.” He grins into your neck painted with red and purples. His hand that discarded your bottom cloth opening up your legs for him as he presses his proud heat up against you more, very eager to have you on his cock already.

You whine in response. Your legs trying to wrap around his mass unsuccessfully, but he doesn’t let your smallness get in the way of the both of you. In fact, he thrilled by the size difference. He loves to think of all the things he could do to you.

Leaning himself from the bed, he starts to take off his own clothing properly, unlike yours that he will just rip off anytime he feels like it. He’ll need them again when he’ll have to go back out and provide you with a meal and water after he is done with you. He knows how good and well he can and will fuck you.

Placing both of his hands on your thighs. He gently opens them to see you. To see the slick your body produced between your folds when he lathered your neck and lips with his markings. Another grin playing on his face as he settles his hard cock between your folds. His hips slowly rocking and gathering your slick on his cock, teasing you of the inevitable.

“Gah-ha!” You whine, your body tensing up on him as he slowly starts the lead his cock through your folds. A soft squelch sounding here and there the more he pushes himself through. His fingers tracing up and down your legs as he try’s to get you relaxed again.

“Relax my love, relax.” He coos down at you, watching you closely for any sign of pain you might show him. He knows he’s unnaturally big for a human like you and takes his time with you. Immediately pausing when you stopped breathing for a second on him. “Breathe little love, breathe.”

He pushes a bit further when you heed his words. His cock creating a visual outline within your body that he ogles at. One of his hands coming over to brush over the outline on your skin. A pleasured cry escaping your lips when he does, making his dick twitch inside of you at your over sensitivity.

“Y-You’re big.” You manage to breathe out, placing one of your arms over your eyes while you try and concentrate on your breathing and relaxing yourself. His cock feeling like it grows bigger in width and length every time he enters your pulsing core. The heated stretch is painfully delicious and addicting even, like he was the only one that could make you feel this amount of pleasurable girth inside of you, and it would be true too.

“So you praise.” Xanthos purrs, leaning back down to hover over you again. Sneaking one of his hands underneath the top of your nightly clothes, brushing his thumb over a perky breast of yours. His lips attacking your collarbone this time as he awaits for you to get used to him.

“Hhnng, please move.” You softly moan, wiggling your hips to tease the cock that sits inside of you. Earning a pinch to your bud in a little warning before the man above you abide your words. Slowly rolling his hips into you, making you feel a bit more breathless than when his cock entered you.

You immediately whine when he hits a deep spot inside of you at such a slow pace while his hand underneath your clothing plays with your breasts: squeezing them, gently pulling at them and giving both of them equal amount of attention before he ultimately rips off the rest of your clothing as well. Throwing it somewhere in the room while he curves his body in an awkward position to wrap his lips around your breasts.

Your hands find his hair then, threading your fingers through it while you keen into him. Urging him to continue his wicked actions to absolutely feast upon you tonight and even perhaps tomorrow. His tongue flicking against the perk of your breasts as his teeth threaten to bite into the plushness of them.

“Xanthos.” You moan his name, and have no doubt you’ll be calling it all night. Your fingers grasping at his hair, tugging at it as you feel a familiar tightness growing in your core the more he hit all the right spots deep inside of you.

The man trying to milk your breasts lowly growls out in response. Lewdly popping off your breasts while he drags his teeth from your bust back up to your neck before lowering himself on you, nuzzling you under your jaw. His elbows keeping him from squishing you fully as he wraps his entire body around you.

You are stuck underneath him and at his mercy as he increases his speed a little bit to fuck you at an average pace, nothing quick. His hips thrusting into your tight core while he can feel your muscles constrict tighter around his cock with every movement and action he does. His hot breath fanning against your neck while you sing to him with intelligible moans.

Xanthos hisses through his teeth when your core impossibly tightens on him more. His mind going blank for a second as his hips stutter. The feeling of your core milking him for all he is worth making him groan and nuzzle into your skin as he pumps his seed inside of you.

The two of you don’t dare to move from one another. Simply basking in each others’ afterglow with heavy breathes coating both sweaty skins. Your fingers gently twirling little strands of his hair while Xanthos simply lays his head on your shoulder. His hearing picking up the sound of your heart beat slowing to finally sleep underneath him.

[empresskadia]

I feel like Spartans would also be attracted to someone who can give them competition. Like, if Kelly had her fastest time at the Infinity's track tied by a medic in full kit, or Linda having her high score at the firing range beaten by another sharpshooter with unorthodox firing positions.

Oh, 100% and no one can convince me otherwise. Like the Spartans love a good challenge and I believe this causes some of them to obsess because they get overly excited, especially since this is out of the norm. Granted for this to work and be true, that someone would have to be at least Spartan-IV or have augmentations.

The words 'oh no,' would come out of Fred's mouth when Linda saw the leaderboard and she had been bumped into second place for the third time that week. First, all of Blue team was surprised but none of them were prepared for how excited Linda got, someone had beaten her? At shooting? Her? For the first time in her life? None of the other Spartan IIs could come close to making the shots she could, but here her name was, right above Fred's and finally, finally below someone else's. Linda has to know who it is, she is grilling Roland for information; she wants this Spartan's mission record, she wants their full profile and I believe this might be where Linda's obsession starts. Linda herself makes shots from unorthodox firing positions and to find another person who does it? She'll be asking Captain Lasky to pull some strings to get onto a mission with this Spartan and their team. And for the first time in the UNSC Infinity's history, the number one spot keeps bouncing between Spartan-058 and Spartan [L/n].

The day Kelly sees her record time tied with someone else, she stands there for a solid minute unmoving. She even goes to grab John or Linda and points asking if she's finally going insane and seeing things. Kelly wants to race. Who is this person and where can she find them? Fred has to hold her back from sprinting around the ship to find who the hell this other Spartan is. The longer this question goes unanswered, the more unraveled she gets, she's always been the fastest, and no one in the Spartan II program could catch her but here someone was with the same speed as her? This has got to be a lie, and she doesn't believe it until she sees a spartan playing rabbit for their team on the field and she immediately knows this bitch person is them. And when she finds out that they're the team's medic, Kelly wants to know more. She'll ambush them in the middle of the hall or in the medical facility, Kelly has question and you will answer them. Honestly, a part of her is excited to run full speed with someone matching her pace.

[davidellisartworkstuff]

"Wait, so who's the girl who led us to you?"

And with an awkward cough and a laugh, both The Rusted Knight and The Tarnished Spartan gestured to her...

"Ahem, well... Team RWBY... Please meet Cassie!

...Our daughter."

"Hey again!" She waved back.

And the stunned silence was deafening.

So everyone, please meet the Afteran daughter of Jaune and Pyrrha in the Ever After! Cassi Nikos-Arc!