#green sangheili

[correctrvbquotes]

O'Malley moves to Church

Church: You know uh... I don't really feel all that different. Mha, mhu mha, mhu mhu, mhuh. Uh, nuh, feels pretty much the same, that's, that's kinda weird, ah, amean, expected more-

Tex hits Church in the back of the head.

Church: Where'd he go, where'd he go? Is he gone? ...Tex?

Tex: Church run!

Church: Tex, don't!

O'Malley jumps back in to Tex

O'Malley: You have no idea what kind of trouble you are in. Nahah!

Tex/O'malley grabs Wyoming's helmet and runs into the ship

Church: Wait, Tex you don't want to do this!

Tex/O'malley enters the ship, 'where the Green Alien and Junior are waiting, carrying the Wyoming helmet.

O'Malley: Sheila, are you ready?

Sheila: All systems online. Ignition coil activated. Starting thrusters.

O'Malley: Launch when ready.

Sheila: Please, take your seats. Launching in three, two, one.

Church: Tex, don't, do this.

Sheila: Liftoff.

Tex: Goodbye.

[glitterdragonthegreatprotector]

On the first day of the Festival of Unleavened Bread, the disciples came to Junior and asked, “Where do you want us to make preparations for you to eat the Passover?”

He replied, “Go into the city to a certain man and tell him, ‘The Teacher says: My appointed time is near. I am going to celebrate the Passover with my disciples at your house.’” So the disciples did as Junior had directed them and prepared the Passover.

When evening came, Junor was reclining at the table with the Twelve. 21 And while they were eating, he said, “Truly I tell you, one of you will betray me.”

They were very sad and began to say to him one after the other, “Surely you don’t mean me, Lord?”

Junior replied, “The one who has dipped his hand into the bowl with me will betray me. The Son of The Swordsman will go just as it is written about him. But woe to that man who betrays the Son of The Swordsman! It would be better for him if he had not been born.”

Then Church, the one who would betray him, said, “Surely you don’t mean me, Rabbi?”

Juno answered, “You have said so.”

While they were eating, Junior took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and gave it to his disciples, saying, “Take and eat; this is my body.”

Then he took a cup, and when he had given thanks, he gave it to them, saying, “Drink from it, all of you. This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins. I tell you, I will not drink from this fruit of the vine from now on until that day when I drink it new with you in my Father’s kingdom.”

When they had sung a hymn, they went out to the desert.

Then Junior told them, “This very night you will all fall away on account of me, for it is written:

“‘I will strike the shepherd,

and the sheep of the flock will be scattered.’

But after I have risen, I will go ahead of you into the State of Vadam.”

Caboose replied, “Even if all fall away on account of you, I never will.”

“Truly I tell you,” Junior answered, “this very night, before the rooster crows, you will disown me three times.”

But Caboose declared, “Even if I have to die with you, I will never disown you.” And all the other disciples said the same.

(Did I copy and paste Mathew 26 17-35, then replace some names with stuff from rvb and halo? Yes. Have I seen any episodes of rvb? No. Will I watch? Eventually.)

[halobirthdays]

Happy birthday to Shipmaster Rtas 'Vadum!

Today is his -463rd birthday!

Rtas was born on Sanghelios and raised in a keep by the sea. He spent much of his childhood exploring the shoreline and hunting the creatures within. He graduated with honors from a top war college, setting the course for his advancement.

By 2552, he held the rank of Special Operations Commander, specializing in discreet, unconventional warfare--often answering directly to a Hierarch. He served under then-Supreme Commander Thel 'Vadam(ee), who tasked him with investigating the agricultural support ship Infinite Succor, which sent the fleet a distress beacon. Once on board, 'Vadum(ee) discovered that the ship had been overtaken by the Flood, making him one of the first to encounter the outbreak from Installation 04. Recognizing the threat of the Flood spreading, he and his team fought their way to the bridge to initiate self-destruction protocols. Before he could escape, he was forced to fight his Flood-infected comrade, Bero 'Kusovai, who had been his best swordsman. During the engagement, the Flood form cut off 'Vadum's left mandibles with an energy sword, leaving him permanently maimed.

After the destruction of Installation 04, he and Thel 'Vadam were given a mission to find and kill Sesa 'Refumee, a Covenant defector who was labeled a heretic for his (correct) denial of the Great Journey. By this point, his once-superior Thel 'Vadam had been publicly shamed, stripped of his title, and was appointed as the Arbiter. Though Rtas lost respect for Thel, he still recognized him as a skilled warrior and valuable asset.

Rtas and Thel fought their way through the gas mine, killing the heretic leader and taking 343 Guilty Spark with them. When the Prophet of Regret arrived at Earth unprepared and fled to Installation 05, Rtas sent a large group of reinforcements to protect the Hierarch, before being unknowingly thwarted by the Prophet of Truth. When Truth used these events to justify the Changing of the Guard, he protested but accepted the decision.

However, following these events, he and Thel forged a mutual trust in their unified disagreement with the decision, and their experiences fighting together. When Thel was betrayed by Tartarus, Rtas was the first person he told, kicking off the Great Schism and forming the first Covenant separatist group.

While Thel fought his way to Installation 05's control room to prevent the firing of the Halo, 'Vadum engaged Jiralhanae forces in orbit, capturing the Kerel-pattern assault carrier Shadow of Intent, which would become the flagship of the newly-formed Fleet of Retribution. Rtas was instrumental in forming an alliance with the humans, quickly recognizing the importance of Flood containment above their previous hostilities. He ordered his fleet to glass Voi, a restrained measure meant to balance his serious interest in containment with the delicate alliance with the UNSC.

At the close of the war, Rtas and the fleet would follow Thel and the UNSC to the Ark, providing joint support to pave the way for Master Chief and Thel to stop Truth. When the ceasefire between the humans and Sangheili was formalized, he escorted Thel back to Sanghelios, but would not stay for long.

Though he grew weary of fighting, Rtas continued to serve as commander of the Shadow of Intent. After answering a distress signal from the colony Rahnelo, he learned that some San'Shyuum--who had largely gone into hiding after the end of the war--were still alive through Prelate Tem'Bhetek. He went on a mission with Tul 'Juran to stop 'Bhetek's misguided revenge efforts against the Sangheili, believing that the Swords of Sanghelios were responsible for the death of his family. Rtas convinced him of the truth, and 'Bhetek died trying to aid him. After this encounter, Rtas set aside his resentment of the San'Shyuum, recognizing that some deserved death, but some, like 'Bhetek, had also been deceived. Though he was offered leave by Thel, who was now a brother to him, Rtas declined, having learned that thousands of San'Shyuum yet survived, and was determined to locate those responsible for the lies of the Covenant. By present canon, he continues this campaign.

While serving the Covenant, Rtas was devout but not a zealot, willing to challenge orders from the San'Shyuum, including threatening to kill the Minister on the Infinite Succor for his singular interest in his own safety over Flood containment protocols, and his vocal disagreement with the Changing of the Guard. Though he is war-weary and embarrassed by his disfigurement, which makes it difficult for him to enunciate, he still prioritizes his responsibility to his species and loyalty to Thel over his own wishes. He is more tolerant than typical for his species and values pragmatism over tradition, willing to let female Sangheili and Unggoy in his ranks before either was deemed acceptable. In other words, he's special and amazing and you love him. And that's still lore so jot that down.

In canon (~2560), he is turning 73!

If it wasn't apparent, Rtas is this blog's favorite character and EVERYONE IS GOING TO CLAP RIGHT NOW.

[melonhead269]

Vortigaunt and Sangheili hugging

Made for who used to be a close friend. Green was his favorite color.

I used a Garry's Mod screenshot that I made as reference.

[helix-enterprises117]

Halo Reloaded: Rohkte

(based on @mrtobenamedlater's character!)

Colonel Holland's office was spartan, typical of military decor but with the personal touch of a few antique war relics displayed in a glass cabinet—relics from centuries past, evoking a time of earlier wars and forgotten battles. The soft hum of the air conditioner was a faint backdrop to the tension that lay like a thick veil in the room. John stood at ease across from Colonel Holland's desk, his armor almost absorbing the dim light of the late afternoon.

"Major," Holland began, his voice gruff, laced with the fatigue of endless war, "we have a unique situation. A young man named Rohkte is in our custody."

John raised an eyebrow beneath his helmet. The name 'Rohkte' had all the trappings of the Sangheili; it was not human. He braced himself, expecting a briefing on a new kind of Elite operative or spy. "An Elite, sir? Raised to infiltrate, perhaps?"

Holland shook his head, shuffling the papers on his desk before locking eyes with John. "Not exactly, Major. He’s human. But, as you rightly guessed from the name, there’s more to it. Raised by the Sangheili, from what we gather."

John’s posture stiffened, surprise registering even through his stoic façade. "A human, sir? Raised by them?" The idea was almost inconceivable—two species, enemies born of a brutal war, yet here was a bridge none had anticipated.

"Yes," Holland continued, leaning back in his chair. "Apparently, he was taken as a child. Instead of killing him, a Sangheili family raised him as one of their own. He's been with them until recently recovered during a covert operation."

"How does he... function, sir? I mean, his loyalties, his mindset?" John queried, trying to wrap his mind around the complexities such an upbringing entailed.

"That's what we need to find out, Major. His interrogation is crucial. We need to assess any intelligence he can provide about the Sangheili, and more importantly, we need to understand his allegiances." Holland’s eyes narrowed slightly. "He claims to have information that could prevent further bloodshed. This could be a massive advantage."

John nodded, processing the information. "Understood, sir. It’s... it's not every day you hear of a human living among them. Could be a treasure-trove of intel or a well-set trap."

"Exactly, Major. Your role will be oversight. Observe the interrogations, gauge his reactions, and verify his story. We need your judgment on this, John. Can he be trusted, or is this another layer of the war we hadn’t anticipated?"

"I'll start right away, sir." John’s voice held a cautious optimism, tempered by years of combat and betrayal.

Colonel Holland nodded, his expression hardening again with the weight of command. "Be thorough, Major. Dismissed."

---

In the stark, gray-walled interrogation room, John found Fred already present, standing awkwardly to one side. The sight was unexpected, and John’s steps faltered briefly as he processed his friend’s presence.

“Fred? What’s the occasion?” John queried, his tone light but curious, the metallic-green of his armor reflecting the harsh overhead lights.

Fred shifted uncomfortably, the faintest flush visible beneath his helmet's rim. “Well, it’s a bit of a shocker, John. Turns out this kid, Rohkte,” he gestured towards the young man seated behind the one-way mirror, “is my nephew. DNA confirmed it just this morning.”

John’s eyes widened behind his visor. “Your nephew? That’s...unexpected.”

“Tell me about it,” Fred muttered, then managed a wry grin. “Family reunions are going to be a nightmare.”

Behind the glass, Rohkte sat with a posture that screamed defiance and pride. Even seated, his training was evident; he held himself like a coiled spring, every muscle taut and ready.

They watched as Rohkte spoke animatedly with the interrogator, his gestures broad and confident. Even through the soundproof glass, his energy was palpable.

“So, what’s his story?” John asked, intrigued despite the bizarre situation.Fred chuckled. “Oh, it gets better. He’s been a bit of a charmer, according to the debrief. Thinks it’s perfectly fine to date, or "court" in his words, multiple women at once—”

“—especially if they're of high rank or have influential parents,” John finished, having read the brief. He shook his head in amusement. “The governor’s daughter and Admiral Benjamin’s daughter, huh? That’s aiming high.”

Fred nodded, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Yeah, says it’s tradition or something. Honor to be chosen by him. I can’t tell if he’s delusional or just really confident.”

As if on cue, Rohkte’s voice finally carried through the speaker, his tone earnest yet filled with a brash kind of pride. “In my culture, it is customary to seek partners who enhance one’s standing. Both these women are formidable, respected. It would be my honor to court them, as it would elevate their status further.”

John and Fred exchanged a look, a mixture of disbelief and entertainment crossing their features.

“Sounds like he’s taken the whole ��noble warrior’ thing to heart,” John remarked, a smile playing at the edge of his lips.

Fred sighed dramatically. “Guess I’ll have to teach him a few things about human customs. Starting with monogamy, maybe?”

“Good luck with that,” John laughed, clapping Fred on the shoulder. “If he’s anything like his uncle, he’s going to be a handful.”

Fred groaned, but his tone was light. “Oh, don’t remind me. Let’s just try to get through this without starting an interstellar political-shitstorm.”

---

The medbay's cafeteria... John and Fred stood, watching Rohkte devour his meal with a ferocity that was both impressive and slightly unnerving. The young man's sixth plate was just like the previous five: piled high with a mountain of calories—meats, grains, and vegetables mixed in chaotic abundance.

Fred whistled lowly, his eyes wide as he observed the eating frenzy. “You weren’t kidding about his appetite. Looks like he’s trying to eat everything in the mess hall.”John chuckled, his gaze fixed on Rohkte, who seemed to inhale his food rather than chew it. “Yeah, and that’s just his first round. He’s been at it for a while now. Makes sense, though, considering the bio-augments he’s sporting.”

“True,” Fred replied, leaning against a nearby table. “His mods aren’t exactly what we’re used to, but they’re close enough to give us a run for our money. Needs all that fuel to keep the engine running, I suppose.”

Rohkte, seemingly oblivious to their presence, reached for another hefty serving of protein-rich food, stacking his plate once more. His physical prowess was undeniable, each movement precise and powerful, even in something as mundane as serving himself food.

“Look at him go,” John said, a hint of admiration in his tone. “Reminds me of Kelly’s appetite, though I think he might have her beat.”

Fred laughed, shaking his head. “That’s saying something. Kelly can out-eat a squad on her own. But this kid? He’s on another level.”

They continued to watch, the room filled with the clatter of cutlery and the low murmur of conversation from other personnel. Rohkte finally seemed to notice them, his intense gaze lifting from his plate to meet theirs.

“Enjoying the show?” he asked, his voice tinged with a confident smirk, clearly not embarrassed in the slightest by his ravenous display.“

Just making sure you’re getting enough to eat,” John quipped back, his tone friendly but teasing. “Wouldn’t want you passing out during training because you missed a snack.”

Rohkte’s smirk widened. “Fear not, I have yet to meet a meal I couldn’t conquer. But thank you for your... concern.”Fred stepped forward, offering a more serious tone. “We’re glad you’re adjusting well, Rohkte. How are you feeling with all the changes?”

Rohkte paused, considering the question for a moment before responding. “It is... different here. But I am adapting. The training is familiar, but the food is better.” He gestured to his overloaded plate with a grin. “Much better.”

John nodded, pleased with the response. “Good to hear. We’ll start some joint training sessions soon. It’ll be interesting to see how you match up with our teams.”

Rohkte’s eyes lit up with the challenge, the warrior spirit evident. “I look forward to it. It will be an honor to learn from Earth’s finest.”

As they wrapped up their conversation and Rohkte returned to his meal, John and Fred exchanged a look of silent agreement. The kid was extraordinary, a testament to the complex weave of genetics and upbringing. And while his appetite might be a marvel—or a horror—his potential was something they both recognized and respected.

[doom-dreaming]

Do you think she said/he heard something funny enough that got him to smile/laugh and look away for a fraction of a second. Do you think she felt enamored and secretly tried to get him to laugh again. Because in midst of chaos she's never really seen him simply laugh and rarely seen him smile.

"You always take me to such nice places," she remarks. It's half-sarcastic (the body of the Jackal they'd ambushed is floating down the creek at the bottom of the ravine) but there's an undercurrent of sincerity to it - it is a nice little place. Leaf-filtered light dapples the grass under John's boots. High overhead, the glittering curve of Delta Halo's alien landscape fades into a cloudless blue sky. Her sensors pick up birdsong; she runs a quick comparison scan through her database...no match to a familiar species. Interesting. She files the call under a new entry.

A nice place indeed.

John shoots two more Jackal snipers off their perches, sending them sprawling limp against the rocks. Shouts echo up the cliff walls from somewhere beyond the range of both sight and sensors; Unggoy cries of alarm, silenced by a swift Sangheili command.

"Seems like we've crashed our own surprise party."

John drops from the ledge and hits the ground running, clearing a gap in the rocks around the waterfall with the effortless grace of a jungle cat. Cortana swears she can feel the mist swirling past his shields. He meets the oncoming Covenant as he always does, a wall of metallic green titanium, an unstoppable force and an immovable object all, somehow, rolled into one.

The next thirty seconds are a blur of bullets, brutality, and blood. Cortana wanders. A frog, an unremarkable little brown thing only a few inches long, launches itself from the bank of the creek, kicking through the water to the safety of a submerged rock. A dragonfly as dazzlingly blue as Cortana herself alights on the flowering stalk of a reed. A lizard with a brightly-colored tail three times the length of its body skitters up a nearby tree. A shiny black beetle, unperturbed by the chaos around it, trundles under a clump of fallen leaves.

This ring is alive in a way so different from the first, with an entirely separate ecosystem— "Wait." She folds in on herself, collapsing back into the confines of the Mjolnir, pressing at the barrier separating her—just barely—from the electrical storm inside his brain on the other side.

He stops.

"...I wonder if there are fish in that creek."

A mixture of amusement and confusion splashes up against the barrier, but he humors her curiosity without a word, picking his way over the rocks, deeper into the ravine.

Sure enough, there they are. Tiny silver things wriggling at the edges of stones and within the stands of reeds, breaking the surface tension to swallow up pinprick-small insects resting on the water, leaving behind perfectly round, glistening bubbles.

She relaxes again, swelling outward, soaking in everything she can touch. The rocks here are slick with waterfall mist; moss grows in the crevices, lush tracks of green and pink. Somewhere close, another frog croaks. Insects buzz. Leaves rattle in the breeze. There's no gunfire. No alien shrieking. No radio chatter. It's serene.

"Hard to believe these were built to be weapons," she muses, focusing on a miniscule spider as it climbs across a branch over their head. His head. She had to stop doing that. "...we should keep going. Regret has to be close. Sorry about the detour."

Calmness and nonchalant acceptance greet her from John's side of the neural barrier when she tucks herself back into the nooks and crannies of his armor. Part of her—a rather loud part of her—wants to stay and analyze the intricacies of this halo's flora and fauna and how it had all developed and fit together, but...they have work to do.

She can't resist one last quip as John navigates through the winding cavern out of the ravine. "On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate this date?" She's not expecting a response, but he surprises her. It's nothing more than a huff of air and a low sound in the back of his throat, but Cortana feels the chemical-electrical rush of amusement behind it and knows what it's supposed to be.

And in spite of the frogs and insects and birdsong, it's the sweetest sound she's heard since they landed.

[beanboozled44]

Okay I've also been thinking about the energy sword patterns and stuff recently. I'm in love with the idea that it's almost like lighting in the way that it feels when you first get it.

As soon as you pick it up it's almost like it immediately envelops you and sinks into your blood.

It's a part of you indefinitely.

When I was coming up with ideas for designs I decided to use animal symbolism for some reason? And i also decided to use the Sangheili symbol for energy sword as the general basis for the patterns.

Although i really do like some other pattern ideas I've seen and I'm overall just torn.

Also back to the idea that it's a part of you when the bonded, chosen whatever, is to die the patterns remain and just dull, whereas usually they glow.

I personally also have it, for tucker at least, that his eyes are now aqua instead of brown, maybe I'll make it that it happens to all sword users

Or maybe it's an overtime thing.

Idk it's interesting to me and I think it's cool when it's more than a cosmetic thing. Also the thought of the progression of "found this kickass sword today in a hole and suddenly felt searing pain :/ now I'm covered in this cool ass patterns" to "okay my eyes are different colours and I think the blood in my body is glowing blueish green"

Do you see my vision?

[shesareb3l]

Hurt

words: 606 tags: drama, alcohol overindulgence, self-blame, survivors guilt a/n: a small dabble with my halo oc, Iema 'Zykuree. setting is right after the end of halo 2 and as the events of halo 3 are starting. song included to set the mood. might be mildly off-canon

The empty bottle clanked hard against the table as it was set down roughly.

“Another,” Iema rumbled at the bartender, her voice thick as she slumped over the table. Without a word, the bartender swapped the empty bottle for a fresh one, which she hardly registered. Her head and neck extended across its surface, and her white and silver Councilor helmet lay opposite her, gleaming under the dim lights. The Sangheili stared at it with a look of pure disdain before turning her eyes to new bottle, her reflection staring back from the dark amber liquid. Her snout wrinkled in disgust.

‘You…’ Her thoughts slurred, muddled by the alcohol. ‘…you did this. You let this happen.’ Her green eyes darted away from the face in the liquid, and her hand fumbled for the bottle. She tilted her head back, taking several long gulps.

She just wanted the thoughts to disappear.

‘NO!’ The voices roared back at her, the voices of friends and fellow Councilors—voices now silenced forever. ‘WE WILL NOT!’

Iema groaned, setting the now half-empty bottle down as she shut her eyes.

‘YOU DID THIS. YOU KILLE—’

The slide of the door interrupted the echoing accusations, bringing with it a burst of light. Iema squinted, turning her head away as two figures stepped into the musty bar.

“Where is she?” a low voice asked. The bartender grunted in response. Footsteps echoed off the walls as the figures approached.

“Councilor?” one of the Sangheili called, his voice rough but familiar—one she knew all too well and was not ready to face.

“There is no Councilor here, Rol,” she muttered, refusing to lift her head. “They’re all gone. Murdered.” Her hand clenched into a fist before reaching for the bottle again.

“For Urs’ sake.” Rol sighed, exasperation clear in his tone. He murmured something to the figure behind him. “Give us a moment.” The second figure moved away as Rol dragged a chair noisily across the floor, seating himself across from Iema.

“Iema,” he began, his voice gentler now. But she still refused to meet his gaze.

“What do you want?” she snapped, bringing the bottle back to her mandibles. Before she could drink, Rol snatched it from her grip.

“That’s enough,” he growled, slamming the bottle down on the table. “Pull yourself together, Iema. You dishonor yourself. You’ve been hiding here for days. The Swords of Sanghelios—”

“So what?” she shot back, finally pushing herself up to face him, her arms shaky. “What could I possibly be needed for? Ceremonial duties? Leadership? Council?” Her brows furrowed, and she stared down at the table, the anger turning inward. “I am nothing but a failure. I… I allowed it to happen. I…” Her voice broke, and tears that welled in her eyes, fueled by the alcohol, were quickly blinked away. “I let them kill them, Rol. I… I didn’t foresee it... I should have…” Her head hung limp, her voice a whisper. “I should have known. I should have stopped them.”

Rol let the silence linger, watching his fellow warrior and friend anguish. “Iema,” he said quietly, leaning forward, “no one lays blame against you. Rather, they are grateful that you survived.”

She scoffed at the thought. ‘Survived.’ It didn’t feel like survival.

Rol sighed, leaning back as he accepted he wouldn’t win this argument tonight. “Look… there’s someone I want you to meet. I think they may be of some assistance.” He gestured, and the echo of footsteps approached once more. “Iema, I want you to meet Ascetic Vrok ‘Balav.”

Iema slowly turned her head, her green hues meeting the orange glow of the Ascetic’s eye covers on his helmet. “It’s my pleasure to meet you, Councilor,” Vrok said with a bow of his head, his voice calm and steady. “I think we may be able help each other.”

[divinityunleashed]

"I can't just sit back and watch. I need to act, now. But first, I need more information on who exactly they are."

Chronoa, the Supreme Kai of Time, has been investigating the two Zamasu's since their reappearance, since their attack on Gamindustri, and another on a realm similar to it. Zamasu has since been placed under the careful watch of Angel Caretakers Whis and Vados.

But not even that would be enough. Green Heart's energy faded fast, and since has been unfit for battle, leaving the CPU's without a fighter of the winds. White Heart has been keeping an eye on her whilst Black Heart and Purple Heart have been figuring out plans to rebuild their home.

Chronoa, on the other hand, has decided to take some matters into her own hands and contact friends and allies of the CPUs for more information on them, and their world.

She hopes that with enough information, she may be able to create a rift to resemble a close representation of the Hyper Dimension but as a blank slate. A place to start over.

Naturally, that led her to the Sangheili Elite known by his title of the Arbiter, Thel'Vadam to Green Heart. She didn't quite know much about him, nothing about his universe would come up in the Time Nest, which would hint that nothing to do with their universe's history needed monitoring.

She would attempt to reach out to the Master Chief's Covenant Counterpart...

"Hello? Can you hear me?"

[ Starter for @brothers-of-war ]

[lpmurphy]

Spring in Tchakova Park

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Summary: Green was the color of the grass where he used to walk in Tchakova Park.

In which John meets a stranger in the park, Violet learns of the care and keeping of Spartans, and Cortana offers dating advice. (Completed 5/7/24)

Chapter Three: Goose

The rain had continued into the evening, cold and thick as it fell. The dreary weather had seemingly deterred the citizens of New Alexandria from utilizing the park. John found himself alone by the pond. Occasionally, a citizen or two would pass under umbrellas turned against the drizzle as they marched towards their destinations. The lack of life left the park hauntingly silent, save for the soft rustle of wind through the surrounding foliage and patter of raindrops. His head was still heavy with the sounds of the last deployment; weighed down by the constant noise of gunfire and the grunts of dying Sangheili. The gentle natural rhythm around him was calming, soothing, cleansing as he listened.

He counted the lights that started to illuminate on the water and glanced over his shoulder at the open grass that remained empty. He brought his focus back to the lights of the apartment buildings over the water and checked his watch. 1745 rolled by, but he continued to find himself alone by the pond. Perhaps the dreary weather had deterred her as well. He felt foolish as he stood there under the downpour, the rain biting at his skin through his soaked civvies. This had been foolish, he thought. He began to turn back towards the transit station despite Cortana’s protests to wait another five minutes.

The sound of a dog’s bark stopped him before he could take a step. He turned to watch the border collie bound across the field to him, her bright orange ball gripped in her mouth. Sadie ran to him and dropped her ball at his feet before she jumped up onto him, her wet paws pressed against his legs as she barked at him happily.

“Hey Sadie,” he greeted her.

She threw herself down at his feet to roll over and show him her white belly. Her tail pounded against the ground and set a spray of damp earth splashing against his boots. John chuckled and crouched down to scratch the dog’s belly. 

“Sadie, you’re such a pest,” a familiar voice sighed. 

Familiar electric pink sneakers stepped beside the dog, speckled with mud and blades of grass. John looked up to find Violet standing above him, the hood of her rain slicker pulled up over her head. She had let her hair down since he had seen her in the lift, no longer twisted into the tight regulation bun. Instead it tumbled out of the hood of her jacket, twisting and curling slightly in the rain. He felt a twist in his belly that he couldn’t quite identify when she smiled at him; that same warm smile from the first time they spoke that somehow felt brighter than the lights reflected on the pond.

“Sorry, we got a later start today,” she explained. She brushed away the strand of wet hair that stuck to her cheeks, “Someone ate a pair of shoes while I was at work instead of chewing on her perfectly good toys, so I had to pick that up. I won’t name names, though, but it definitely rhymes with Bradie.” 

Sadie nudged her ball towards John’s feet with a high while. Her rear wiggled as he straightened up. Violet’s eyes followed him as he stood, her face turned up to the gray skies. That smile didn’t leave her face, still bright and warm. He scooped up the wet ball and give the pup a scratch between her ears. Sadie responded with a series of licks to his hands as if she were greeting an old friend. 

“I told you, she’s been looking for you,” Violet said.

John looked back up to where she stood. She hugged herself against the soggy weather, rubbing her hands against her arms. Her breath curled into the chilled air in wisps of steam, her cheeks pink and bright. Her fingers were the same shade of bright pink and he felt the urge to cover them with his own to chase out the chill. Sadie took his moment of distraction to strike and pepper his face with a furious frenzy of wet licks. Violet let out a snicker, apologizing profusely as he pinched his eyes shut tightly, turning his head in hopes to twist out of her licking range with little luck. She reached down and gave the dog a gentle push back, but Sadie lurched back forward towards her new friend and continued to lick his face happily.

“It’s nice to see you too, girl,” he muttered, pinching his eyes shut as he turned his face against her tongue.

He scooped the ball out of the damp grass and held it up to Violet. Sadie leapt up like an errant spring.“May I?” he asked.

Violet gestured towards the empty grass field before she tucked her hand back into the fold of her arms, “I think she’d be offended if you didn’t.”

He gave the ball a toss and Sadie trailed after it in a spray of rainwater and mud. The ball touched down on the opposite side of the field with a hard bounce, but the dog followed it in a low, agile sprint. He brushed the splatter of cold mud from his pant legs and watched the dog on her determined race across the grass.

“Sorry for dragging you out here in such shitty weather,” Violet said earnestly. She wiped the cold wet off of her cheek with the back of her hand, “It was really pretty up until a few days ago, and then it just started pouring. Bummer that you have such crummy weather on your first day back. How was your… trip?” 

An unsurity twisted her smile as she considered him, as if she were still determining if it were appropriate for her to ask. He shrugged as Sadie bounded up to him, her ball gripped tightly in her mouth as she skidded to a stop and sat in front of him. He bent down and held out his hand for the dog, who instead dropped the ball on the ground beside his open palm. He shook his head, snatched the ball up, and gave it another toss. Sadie bolted away in a streak of black and white.

“It was…” he searched for a neutral enough word, “fine.”

“I’m assuming you can’t say much about it,” she acquiesced. 

Rain collected on the edge of her hood and grew heavy as it strained against the weight of itself. He felt the urge to wipe it away before it could drip onto her freckled nose. Instead, he tucked his hands into the pocket of his jacket before he pulled his stare from the collection of freckles so vast he thought he could chart constellations in them.

“It’s classified.”

She nodded. She followed his stare to where Sadie approached the ball and scooped it up, giving it a few squeezes in her jaw before starting her run back to them. A silence fell between the two, John unsure of what to say to the woman beside him as they watched her dog trot across the grass. What do people say to each other? What does a man say to a woman? Violet shifted beside him and cleared her throat.

“You have been silent for 6.3 seconds, Chief. Humans can only handle 4 seconds of silence before they begin to experience feelings of discomfort or rejection. Talk to her!”

Sadie dropped the ball at his feet again, already starting to trot in the direction in which he had been throwing. He scooped it up again and tossed it several feet ahead from where the dog ran towards.

“I didn’t expect to see you at FLEETCOM,” he stated. Sadie skipped to a stop. Her paws slid in the mud before she snapped up the ball, “You don’t strike me as a marine.” 

“I didn’t say to insult her, John,” Cortana groaned, “Ask her questions about herself. Get to know her.”

Violet feigned a gasp and pressed a hand to her chest in faux offense, “You wound me, good sir.”

He looked over at Violet, prepared to apologize, but the dark haired woman held back a laugh at his bemused shake of the head. Jokes. Alright, people joked with each other. He could manage that, he guessed. She dropped her hand and laughed that clear, high laugh. He liked the sound of it.

“You would be right though. I’m not. Just another lowly little civilian contractor- I’m a scientist.”

“Yeah? What field?”

“Botany.”

The hollow feeling returned to his chest at the word. The word had meant nothing to him a year ago; just another discipline in which the UNSC weaponized. But now, it carried the image of a plant lab projected in his HUD in the ruin of his childhood home and cloudy memories of his father calling him into the room to show him plants that seemed to grow by magic. He pushed those memories down and glanced back at Violet with an acknowledging nod.

She hugged herself again, “I spent the last four years on a dying planet in the outer colonies working to implement artificial forests and farmland,” she explained, “We taught the locals how to grow and sustain crops. It was a very, very modified version of what the UNSC tried to create with artificial ecosystems a few decades back. The hope was to teach the villagers how to provide for themselves so that they wouldn’t become reliant on insurgent groups.”

“Sounds like important work.” 

Sadie deposited the ball at his feet, now panting heavily as she looked back up at him. He bent down again and the dog gave his brow an appreciative lick before he straightened back up to lift his arm. Violet gave a little shrug before she adjusted her weight on her hip and facing him again.

“It’s a tree-mendous job, but someone has to do it.” 

He stopped mid-throw and gave her an incredulous look as the joke hit him. She smiled at him expectantly as if willing him to laugh, stifling a giggle. Her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, he noticed, uncertainty lingered in the green. 

“I believe she made a play on words. See, instead of saying ‘tremendous’, she used a domain specific word to her area of study-.” 

“I got it, Cortana.”

“Oh, good.”

He chuckled and shook his head at the pun. She laughed again; a pleasant, happy sound that tilted her head back, punctuated with a snort. He liked the sound of it. How the noise lifted the corners of his mouth and wrinkled her nose. 

“Wow,” he murmured, his lips tugging up at the sight of her brightening smile.

Violet laughed, “Sorry, that was really bad. It usually kills with other botanists. Sometimes.” 

“No, it was funny,” he assured her with a nod, “You’re funny.”

She dropped her eyes from his, her cheeks as pink as her sneakers as she brushed her hair out of her face again, tucking a wet strand behind her ear. Her eyes met his again, the uncertainty replaced with the same pleasant warmth that rang from her laughter. It twisted that thing in his stomach he didn’t know how to identify. 

“Thank you,” she said softly.

Sadie trot was slower and she moved across the field back towards John. She panted heavily as she dropped the ball, ears dropping with exhaustion before she flopped over, her muddy paws pointed to the skies. 

 “I think I broke your dog,” he said with a chuckle. 

She gave a dismissive wave of her hand and laughed, “You can break her whenever you would like. She’s going to sleep so well.” 

Violet whistled and Sadie twisted upright to sit beside the woman as Violet fastened her lead. His heart sank at the punctuating action that signaled the end of the evening. 

“Offer to walk her home.”

He jerked a thumb behind him across the pond in the direction of the transit station, “Could I walk you back to base?”

She shook her head and made a face as the collection of rainwater broke its tension on her hood and dripped into her face. His hand twitched at his side as he considered wiping the wet away. She wiped her brow, “I actually don’t live on base. Perks of being a lowly botanist; the powers-that-be really don’t care about keeping me close.”

She raised a hand and pointed in the opposite direction towards the apartment buildings that towered over the park. He followed her finger to a familiar white building freckled with balconies; the building he had been watching before she arrived.

“I’m that one, actually.”

---

“You didn’t have to carry her,” Violet laughed, “You’re going to spoil her.”

John shifted Sadie under his arm. The dog pressed herself against him with a happy groan and leaned her head against him with a sigh. He had picked up the tired pup before they left the park after Sadie proved that she was not in the slightest bit interested in obeying Violet’s whistles and tucked the pup under an arm like she was no more than a child’s toy. Violet had apologized five times on the short walk from the park to her building for the dog’s behavior, but John waved it off dismissively. He didn’t mind, and neither did Sadie from the way she stared up at him with adoration in her heterochromatic eyes as Violet led them down the hallway from the lift to her apartment.

“This one is me,” she stopped halfway down the hallway and pointed towards the door brandishing D-43. She smiled up at John as she leaned against her door. 

“It was really nice to see you. I’m sorry you got soaked, though,” she said, gesturing to his damp clothing.

He shrugged, “It was worth it.” 

She dropped her eyes again and her cheeks turned that pretty pink. 

“I’d like to see you again,” he said. He kicked himself for how quickly the words left his mouth before adding, “If that’s alright with you.”

She nodded and smiled up at him with that smile. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

John returned her smile with a nod in return. A beat of silence passed between the two before Sadie scratched at the still closed door with a displeased whine, the pup’s thoughts of the park now replaced by her motivation to eat. Violet sighed at the dog and scanned her access card on the pad beside the door. The light flashed green and the lock rolled in the tumbler before she gave the door a push open and dropped the lead to led Sadie dart into the dark apartment.

“She probably wants dinner,” she explained as if in apology. 

He nodded and tucked his hands into his pockets. She didn’t move, and neither did he. Instead, she continued to crane her neck to look up at him wordlessly, that smile still stretching her lips. He wondered idly if it was ever absent from her face. She held up a finger and turned into the doorway.

“Hold on one second, actually,” she said, “Wait here?”

He nodded and watched as she disappeared into the apartment. John peeked in the open doorway as a light flickered on somewhere beyond the entryway. On the far wall, he could make out a series of shelves covering the walls in the dark, adorned with plants in pots and vases of various sizes and a few frames. Sadie trotted out of an unseen room, her lead still trailing behind her. She stopped in the middle of the dim living room to shake out her wet coat beside the sofa, her tags jingling as mud splattered against the leather.

“Ugh, Sadie!” Violet groaned. 

Violet reappeared in the doorway, her rain slicker gone to expose a gray long sleeve water stained by her hair. Muddy footprints decorated the wooden floors behind her as she walked back towards him. She held out a slip of paper to him. His fingers brushed against hers as he took it from her. They were still cold from the rain, but soft against his own. The want to warm them with his own remained as they lingered on his for a moment before she pulled away. He inspected the sage green square; her comm number was written in neat, bulbous print on the notepaper. A cartoon house plant was printed in the corner. 

“This way, we don’t have to stand in the rain to find one another,” she said with a shrug.

John tucked the paper into his pocket with the hope his wet clothing wouldn’t cause it to smudge.

“Not to worry, Chief. I have already programmed into your contacts,” Cortana announced proudly.

Violet continued to watch him as she crossed her arms and leaned against the doorway. She missed the doorway, obviously miscalculating how close she thought she had stood to it, and quickly corrected herself so that she leaned against it. A glimmer of embarrassment crossed her face as John smirked at her. 

“Okay.” He said.

“Okay,” she repeated. She lingered in the doorway still, twisting her wet hair around a fist. He wondered if it felt as soft as it looked. “Goodnight,” she murmured before she stepped into the apartment and pulled the door shut behind her.

“I like her.”

“Cortana. We’ve talked about this.”

“Right. Boundaries.”

John shook his head before he retraced the path they had taken back to the lifts. He yanked the hood of his jacket back up as he stepped onto her street, the pavement glowing under the streetlamps as the last lights of the evening dissipated beyond the horizon. He crossed the street towards the park and kept a quick pace towards the walking path that would lead him pack to the transit station, ready to rid himself of the cold, rain sodden clothing that had only started to feel uncomfortable in the minutes since he had left her door. 

He stopped on the sidewalk to glance back at the building and counted the windows on the fourth level, his eyes resting upon the window of her apartment. Inside, a light flickered on and bathed the window in warm light. He stood as if transfixed by it, watching for a few moments before he turned and continued through the park, the light of her apartment reflected on the smooth surface of the pond.

---

Vannak was a horrendous snorer. 

John laid on his bunk, eyes fixed upon the ceiling as he tried to force out the sound. The other Spartan’s snores echoed off the walls and filled the barracks with the roaring noise. He lifted an arm and tucked it under his head, his hair still slightly damp from the blisteringly hot shower he had taken upon returning from the park. The snores came to a conclusion and the room fell silent again. Relieved, John closed his eyes in hopes to find the release of sleep that he had found so little of the last two weeks. He shuffled down on the familiar, firm mattress. Kai’s covers shifted as she turned a few feet away and mumbled something in her sleep. He sighed and allowed his body to relax.

The silence disappeared as quickly as it came when another snore ripped from Vannak’s bunk. Riz groaned and turned over to swat at his shoulder with her pillow and grumble at him to turn onto his side before she fell asleep again. John’s eyes opened again as an annoyed sigh whistled through his nose. He turned over, silently accepting that sleep was a mission he would be unable to accomplish that night. He reached to the shelf beside his bunk and his fingers closed around the crumpled slip of paper he had peered at repeatedly since he pulled him from his pocket before he hit the showers that evening. Her loopy handwriting stared back at him, the numbers slightly smudged and rain spotted. The cartoon face of the houseplant met his gaze with expressionless eyes as it smiled out from under her short message.

He reached for his pad and tapped until an empty conversation thread appeared under her name.

“It is well past midnight, Chief,” Cortana warned, “I doubt you will get a response at this hour. I would recommend against contacting her tonight. Many dating experts recommend waiting at least two days before making first contact in order to not seem overly eager.”

117: Hey, goose girl. 117: It’s John. 117: From the park.

He dropped his pad onto his chest and fixed his eyes on the ceiling. He sighed and ran his hands across his face, his cheeks burning. Cortana was right, he assumed. He wouldn’t hear from her until the morning, if she would respond to him at all. Three messages back to back hardly came across as cool and collected. He closed his eyes and willed his spinning thoughts to still long enough for him to sleep.

When the sound of an incoming message chimed mere moments later, John nearly threw his pad across the room in the speed in which he sat up.

Violet Harris: Hey, John from the park. Gotta say, I don’t entirely hate goose girl. Violet Harris: Thanks again for tiring out Sadie. She’s been asleep since you left. She did, however, expect to be carried to bed. So I think you owe me one for that.

117: Anytime. I guess I do.

Violet Harris: Shouldn’t you be asleep? I thought they kept you Spartans on a tight bedtime. 

117: I could ask you the same thing.

Violet Harris: You’ve got me there, big guy. Guess I should turn in for the night. The plants won’t catalog themselves tomorrow, after all.

117: They certainly won’t. 117: It was nice to see you tonight. I had a nice time.

Violet Harris: :-) Me too. See you tomorrow maybe?

117: What is that?

Violet Harris: It’s a smiley face. People put it to show they’re happy.

117: Copy. 117: See you tomorrow.  117: :-)

[correctrvbquotes]

Cut to Grif lying face-down next to Andy

Andy: Hey Grif, just tell 'em where the kid with the sword is, and you can go.

Grif: Wha? A-Andy is that you? Why are you helping monster people?

Andy: Hey, gotta make a livin'.

Green Alien: Hnk. Hnk? Wnkwnk. Wrear.

Andy: He says someone's comin'. Eh we gotta go!

The Green Alien and another alien run off, presumably carrying Andy

Andy: Seeya Grif! By the way, you look like shit! Zing!

Grif: Uoh, okay, bye. I'm gonna, to go to sleeping again...

[kobra93art]

Horse au anon here again, once more unable to sleep, with more ideas.

Escharum and Jega's friendship could be a lot more deeper and personal in this au.

Sangheili/horses still think that the brutes are dishonorable beasts, but while they're intelligent, they are still technically animals. With no actual language.

Jega could be a lot more skittish and hateful as a horse, along with having a LOT more ptsd than his canon Sangheili counterpart.

Ends up getting known as a "killer horse" after ending the lives of Unggoy and Kig-Yar caretakers that try to put him down due to his injuries.

A younger escharum could find Jega, and save him from being put into a slaughter house or from being taken to a glue factory. Makes him a prosthetic that doubles as a weapon, and in return, jega welcomes Escharum not just as a rider, but an actual friend.

I don't know how horses play, exactly but I could see jega showing behavior towards escharum that only horses show each other (obviously in private though. This horse has the mentality of Sangheili still, and has SOME dignity if he doesn't have honor.)

I could also see him being a lot more chill with Escharum being rough with him. Grabbing at him, smacking him, being loud, etc. It still spooks him, he just accepts that while Jiralhanae are dishonorable and fucking terrifying, his friend can be terrifying as a treat. He won't run, friends don't run from friends. He just side eyes, and judges Escharum whenever he starts roaring or doing normal brute stuff.

Horses are pretty opportunistic eaters from what I remember too, so they sometimes eat meat. I could see horse-jega copying his new brute "herd" by sneaking snacks from prisoners. Stomping them to death, then grazing on the guts. Probably not good for him, but hey, Escharum does it.

Escharum in return would have to start eating some greens, to keep his horse from getting sick. Imagine this poor chieftain reluctantly eating a salad, with a horse over his shoulder.

Horses also can pick up on things not being right faster than people can, so this adds some angst to their relationship. Jega could figure out that Escharum is getting sick before he can, but the brute can't figure out why his steed is trying to keep him from fighting, when normally Jega is pumped and practically begging to take him to the fight. The banished could think that the horse is going back to his rebellious ways, till escharum starts showing symptoms like he does in halo infinite, and it clicks that Jega was begging him to go rest because he was getting ***sick.***

But thinking of Escharum, this giant brute chieftain, acting kinda like a horse girl towards jega throughout their whole friendship is so funny to me. I think they'd enjoy apples together.

I'm picturing their first ride like Barbie's first ride on Majesty in Barbie in a pony tale. Jega refusing any horse riding gear, then bolting once escharum actually gets on his back.

Oh wow I love your creative ness <3 Absolutely this idea is amazing, from start to finish. Also sorry you couldn't sleep well with all this ideas haha. But I love it, having once been an equestrian myself and seeing 'kill horses' that are flagged with the red ribbon on their tail. I kinda like the idea of Escharum helping Jega and taking care of him.

Like Escharum here be feeding Jega the good sugar cubes and damn oats and Jega be like " I like you, but also I need to look cranky all the time. Let me kick that other Brute in the butt for you as a thank you. " It totally makes for one heck of an idea. I might even do some headcanon stuff for the next anon of yours :D and sorry it took me so long to respond back. Work got in the way.

[halobirthdays]

Happy birthday to Spartan Kurt Ambrose!

Today is his -487th birthday!

Kurt Ambrose was born Kurt Trevelyan on Circumstance. Like all SPARTAN-II candidates, he was identified as exceptional by Dr. Catherine Halsey, kidnapped, and replaced with a flash clone. Kurt was one of the top candidates of the program, with Franklin Mendez believing that he would lead the Spartans. Like all Spartans, he possessed physical and mental prowess, but he also displayed a sociable nature that was unusual for the Spartans. Like John-117, his closest competitor, he had strong instincts and a tendency for luck to fall in his favor of his intuition.

Kurt became the leader of Green Team. Like all Spartan-IIs, his intital deployments were against Insurrectionist groups. However, after the Human-Covenant war began, his training was accelerated and he was sent to combat the Covenant.

After the death of Samuel-034, Kurt was assigned to Blue Team. While uneasy with the replacement of their friend, he was welcomed into the team. During one of their missions, Kurt's armor malfunctioned, sending him into space, where he was marked as MIA and presumed dead. However, the suit malfunction was actually orchestrated by ONI under the orders of Colonel Ackerson, who wanted to use Kurt for his secret project: training the next generation of Spartans. Ackerson knew Halsey would attempt to stop him, so he had Kurt and the new recruits sent to the secret shield world Onyx to be trained. He gave Kurt the surname Ambrose, which he would need for his officer's commission, as Kurt's indoctrination was so complete that he forgot the name he was born with.

Kurt would begin training the new conscripts alongside Mendez, the same person who had trained Kurt and his peers. Kurt cared deeply for the trainees and was devastated when he lost Alpha and Beta company, blaming himself despite the fact that SPARTAN-IIIs were intentionally treated as more disposable than their previous generation. Shaken by his losses, he had Gamma company enhanced with illegal augmentations, which were risky but increased their odds of survival.

In 2552, there was an outbreak on conflict on Onyx. During this conflict, he discovered that Catherine Halsey and Kelly-087 made their way to Onyx after fleeing the Covenant invasion of Reach. Halsey was furious to discover the SPARTAN-III program, but happy to see Kurt alive. They were joined by Blue Team, minus John, who were there to assist in finding Forerunner technology that Halsey believed was located within Onyx. This was a lie, as Halsey actually intended to activate the planet's defenses and protect herself and her Spartans after the UNSC lost the war.

As all this was happening, the Great Schism had just begun in the Covenant. Fleetmaster Voro Nar 'Mantakree joined a group of Sangheili shipmasters who defected from the Covenant but maintained their faith and hatred of Humanity. 'Mantakree discovered the operations on Onyx, and took his feet to attack the shield world.

The subsequent battle left Kurt mortally wounded, and, at the protest of those under his command, he insisted on being left behind. However, before his death, he primed multiple nuclear warheads, and used himself as bait to lure 'Mantakree's forces to him. Once they were in range, he activated them, killing 'Mantakree and his entire fleet and saving the survivors.

Kurt's armor transponder continued to emit a signal that was detected by the UNSC, leading to the survivors' rescue. With the outer "shield" of Onyx destroyed, the remaining Dyson sphere was officially dubbed "ONI Research Facility Trevelyan", named in Kurt's honor using his real surname at Halsey's behest.

[johnthel]

The Flood Thing AU

Im writing this at 2am. SPOILERS, OBV. OKAY SO roles: Im very indecisive so i would love feedback on casting.

Mccready is Chief, but Cortana is also there but may not take the role of an existing character, since she's probably still just an AI.

Childs is Arbiter. Gary is Johnson? Or possibly Captain Keyes? I like the idea of him as Johnson better, BUT... with the end of the movie, and the big disgusting one at the end with him and nauls, i think it could work as keyes. I cant decide

I want to include Rtas for sure, and also Miranda Keyes. but after that I don't really know who else to include since I've stuck to the first 3 games and dont know any more side characters. So feel free to suggest and help me out please!

I'm thinking Rtas as Nauls just cus i like him so much, but Im really not sure it fits. I need the rest of the cast: Blair, Bennings, Norris, Palmer, Copper, Fuchs, Clark, and Windows.

My thoughts during this watch:

Chief trying to play chess with Cortana at the beginning lol

(X and Arbiter) "Chief wants the flame thrower!" "He wants the what?" "Thats what he said!" Very quietly under his breath: "Dammit"

X=unspecified character (doesnt have a role yet)

Mccready wears green i notice... very interesting...

So i mean, aliens obviously exist and have contact with earth in this au already and thats common knowledge. So i think their disbelief comes from the flood thing's powers, and maybe Where in space it originated from, and how it is obviously very sinister.

I havent thought of human and the covenant/cov rebels history yet or why this group is stationed somewhere so cold and im honestly too tired to. So whatever

Do they still dig it up out of the ice, and the humans are in disbelief that aliens made contact with them That long ago? Or did the flood thing land recently? Does some of the distrust of the humans come from thinking the aliens on their team could have something to do with this?

I think a good bit of mccready's dialogue would go to cortana instead of chief

Wait does that say Sexdozer 301

Fuuuck... ive always thought Childs is so fine...

(Chief) "Trust is a hard thing to come by these days."

I love this cus it focuses on Chief and Arbiter's tension for real... they dont trust each other and its so tense. Its great

(X and Arbiter) "What if we're wrong about him?" "Well then we're wrong."

(Chief) "Anyone messes with me and the whole place goes... Go on, burn me... Put the torch on the floor and back off. Way off."

(Arbiter and Chief) "You shall not bind me." "Then I'll have to kill you." "Then kill me."

...... i mean it, i guess you do (i'd exclude these lines tbh, i like it ending with THEN KILL ME... its just more hardcore for them to say nothing and then chief turns around and shoots a dude trying to stab him)

I think arbiter totally would cuss but he does it very under his breath and never wants anyone to hear. Lol. He learned his swear words from the humans but hes hesitant to say them in front of them

(Johnson as Gary) "I know you gentlemen have been through a lot, but when you find the time, I'd rather not spend the rest of this winter TIED TO THIS FUCKING COUCH."

When they go under the tool shed where Blair was, its covered in that disgusting flood stuff, instead of the spaceship. Yick

Also i just think its interesting Blair, as human, was the one most determined to destroy transport and keep everyone there, but then as the thing he's the one building a ship to escape.

Not sure who Nauls would be.. cus whos left at this point would be Thel, Johnson, Chief, and Cortana technically, and nauls. Maybe.. nauls could be cortana? But i was thinking she would still be an AI, cus that just feels better cus its less of a change. So nauls could be someone else. My heart says Rtas just cus i love him so much. But i dont think so. Imagining Rtas on little roller skates jamming out is sending me though

God.. imagining when the flood thing takes over both human and sangheili and cant finish morphing, would be so cool

(Johnson as Gary and Chief, but it also sounds like a convo with Cortana tbh) "Generator's gone." "Any way we can fix it?" "It's gone, Chief."

THE ENDING IS SOOOOO GOOOOD. Childs missing for the whole final act until this point. And meets up with mccready. And the tension. Their impending fate. The mistrust... ive read that childs is definitely infected by the end, but its truly never confirmed WHICH I FUCKING LOVE. Because we, as the audience, are in mccreadys place by that point. We just dont know. We cant trust him.

The drink is really interesting. Two theories ive read, childs is so willing to share the whiskey which is suspicious (but i wonder if it could be interpreted as him accepting his fate?). The other is from a filmmakers art perspective, and that those who are infected throughout the movie have a certain gleam in their eyes, however ive never personally noticed this yet. Next watch i'll look for it.

(Arbiter and Chief) "The fire has the temperature up all over. It won't last long though." "Neither will we." .... "How will we make it?" "... Maybe we shouldn't."

[helix-enterprises117]

Halo Reloaded: Abandoned

In the deep, dark expanse of space, the abandoned Sangheili corvette, painted an unorthodox shade of green, floated like a forgotten dream. Its eerie silence was broken by the methodical clomp of a certain armored, seven-foot-tall Spartan.

John made his way through the ship with all the subtlety of a bull in a china shop. As he turned a corner, his motion tracker lit up like a Christmas tree. There, huddled in the corner of what looked like a makeshift playroom, were a gaggle of Sangheili children. Their eyes were as big as saucers, and their little mandibles quivered at the sight of the infamous "Demon" in their midst.

John knelt down. He spoke, in what he hoped was a comforting tone, "Hey there, I... I came to share some snacks." He held out a pack of standard-issue UNSC rations, which looked about as appetizing as cardboard.

A tiny Sangheili, with eyes that could rival a puppy's, stared at the rations with a mix of suspicion and hunger. His stomach audibly growled, breaking the tense silence and prompting a few giggles from his peers.

The eldest, a young Sangheili girl with a natural air of authority, stepped forward. She eyed John as if trying to decide whether he was more robot than man. "You help us... Demon?" she asked, her voice a curious mix of caution and innocence.

John chuckled lightly. "Please, call me John." He started unpacking the rations, showing them it was safe.

As the ice broke, the children introduced themselves with names that John had a snowball's chance in a plasma reactor of pronouncing. So, he gave them nicknames based on their quirks. Makee, the eldest, he dubbed 'Boss', for her no-nonsense attitude.

They shared stories, the children animatedly chatting about their favorite games and toys left behind, while John offered simple, warm responses, a far cry from his usual 'shoot first, ask questions never' approach.

In that strange, floating tin can of a ship, a fearsome Spartan turned into an unlikely babysitter. The once fearful whispers of 'Demon' transformed into peals of laughter, echoing through the ship's hallways.

[indomitus-ferox]

Dossier Cheat Sheet

Legal name: Artemis Arcturus Katona

Nickname/s: Arty, Six / Sixie, wolf, lone wolf, El-Tee

DOB: 17th February, 2532

Gender: Female

Place of Birth: New Alexandria, Reach, Epsilon Eridani system

Current residence: UNSC Infinity

Spoken languages: English, Hungarian, rudimentary Sangheili, UEGBSL ( UEG Base Sign Language ), Spartan signals & sign language; knows enough French, Slavic, & isiXhosa to be able to hold a basic conversation ( verse-dependent )

Education: Spartan-III training

Hair colour: Copper red

Eye colour: Oceanic blue, flecked with green and silver

Height: 6’5” ( 1.96m ) [un-armoured] / 6’9” ( 2.06m ) [armoured]

Weight: 108.6 kg ( 239lb ) out of armour

FAMILY INFORMATION

Sibling/s: Older brother / genetic donor, Master Chief Petty Officer John-117

Parent/s: Meredith Katona ( mother, deceased ); Jorge Katona ( father, deceased )

Relative/s: None

Children: None

Pet/s: None

RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION

Sexual orientation: Gray asexual, in part due to augmentations

Relationship status: Single 

Since when: N/A

tagged by: @fasciinating​ ( ty :3 )

tagging: @thestupidmeanone​, @prideofonyx​; if anyone else wants to do it just steal it, lols