Z is for Zebra
(Post Halo 3)
"What in all the blazes is that?"
"It's a zebra, Chief."
"It doesn't look like any zebra I've ever seen. Aren't they supposed to be striped? And black and white? This one looks like a polka-dotted bird of paradise!"
"According to the database, it's an experiment in genetic engineering, courtesy of ONI. They brought it out here so they could see how it reacts with the wild."
The highly unusual relative of the domesticated horse continued grazing on the wide-open grasslands, ignoring the commentary on its appearance in favor of stuffing its face.
"It's so gonna die."
"Or maybe not."
"Oh?"
"Well, it strikes me as a metaphor for you and the Spartans in the private sector, Chief. Like it, you'll blend in well enough on your own, but as a group? Well, you'll epic fail."
"Thank you for that inspirational message, Cortana. So which way do we go?"
"That a-way."
The dotted zebra lifted its head and watched as the Warthog and its occupants sped toward the strange metal thing in the ground, where the rest of the two-legs were apparently trying to kill it by taking it apart slowly. Deciding that the two-legs were weird, it calmly returned to its afternoon meal.
A/N: Yay, it's over! I mean, aw, man, it's over. Extras will be posted when I finish typing them up (they've been written on actual paper! Gasp!)