THE PLANET REACH, 2552
"Hm?! What time is it? Who's there?!"
Sasop looked back and forth – all clear. Whew!
He'd done it again – he was on sentry duty and he had fallen asleep at his post. He was supposed to take the first shift for the night while his platoon – three Elites, eight fellow grunts plus himself – tried to get some sleep. At the slightest hint of trouble, he was to wake up the Commander and rally the others to tactical readiness.
In all honesty, the grunt Major didn't know what was worse – waking up the Commander in the middle of an attack, or being woken up by the Commander while sleeping on the job.
KABOOM!
"Oh no…"
The air was filled with gun fire. The Spartans were here.
"Wake up! Wake up!"
The Elites and Grunts snapped to their feet, shooting plasma in all directions.
"Show yourself, demon!" The Commander roared as he ignited his plasma sword.
"Frag out!" came the reply as a grenade landed in the middle of the platoon.
BANG!
The blast sent Sasop back a dozen feet. His ears were ringing. He looked up to see his platoon – all dead.
"Leader dead! Run away! RUN AWAY!"
Bad idea. In his panic, he just gave away his position.
WHACK!
Something hard hit the back of his skull and he was once again on the ground. He glanced over his shoulder to see a Spartan standing behind him.
"Please don't kill me!" Sasop begged. "If you let me live, I – I've got the fist of Rukt! I'll clean your boots! I'll polish your helmet!"
"You're just going to sit there and keep that squeaky mouth shut," the Spartan replied. He undid a clip on his waist that separated the lower half of the Mjolnir suit from the torso.
"Please! Anything but that!" Sasop cried.
The Spartan flipped him onto his back and ripped off the breathing mask. It started to lower his exposed pelvis towards the grunts face.
"Nooo!"
"How about a nice pair of Arabian goggles to go with that stupid ass rebreather?"
"Mmnnnf!" Sasop mumbled under the weight of the Spartan teabag.
"Suck it bitch!"
Finally the Spartan let up and got off Sasop who curled up into a ball and started rocking back and forth.
The Spartan opened his comlink: "This is Spartan Sierra-Alpha-Mike-Zero-Three-Four. All hostiles neutralized."
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