Polls show a 5/1 for yes, It's Rookie's and no, it should be another Sangheili's child. So far Rehe gets a baby. Any objections? Keep voting, the world's gonna end soon, hope not.
Rebel Base, Rookie, age 23:
I fight off as many rebels I can before they grab my arms. I'm lead down a corridor to their leader. She's in some red balaclava with red tinted goggles covering her eyes. Nice to see that the guerrilla style carries on.
"What do you know about this place?" she questions in an effeminately masculine voice.
"It's cold as fuck." I sarcastically laugh, "It's like ding turkey's done under my chestplate. If you get my meaning."
She sways her hips as she comes to me. Her hand caresses my chin as the other palm assaults me.
"Yeah! Do it again!" someone shouts stealing my mouth, "Hit me bitch. You don't know what it does in my pants."
She recoils in disgust and assaults me with a blade, "Guess I'll have to step up, handsome."
"Keep it up and I'll have to go down on you." The familiar voice strains through my pain clenched teeth. Dalton.
"I'll kill you!" I yell out loud and struggle against the two men holding me captive, "You hear me, Dalton? I'll kill you!"
The rebels look at me with confusion.
"Kill me and you kill yourself Blakey-boy." He chuckles and aids me in getting out of my captor's grips.
The rebel on my left goes down with a well placed boot to his knees, and loses his grip on my arm. I use my free hand to break through his glasses and gouge out the other's eye. The feel of the round orb collapsing around my thumb and the glass slickening my digit with my blood.
The one eyed man screams in agony when I reach the back of his socket; then again, that's all he's done since I started doing this. I smile as I break through the orbit and kill the bastard.
I mule kick the second and send him to the ground. He doesn't have time to stand as my heel collapses his windpipe.
Bowing to the lady in red, "Shall we shag now, or now?"
She backs away from me in fear and cocks one of her twin magnums, "You're crazy!"
I make the gesture meaning small and reply happily, "Just a little bit."
I grab her pistol and blow her brains out with her own weapon. The all important organ splatters on my head and into my buzz cut hair.
"You know that was uncalled for. The sadistic stuff turning me on." I smirk and try to clean the gore from my face, "Made me look like a man whore."
Loved how you played along with my plan. I thought you were going to cry when I told her let's fuck. Like I'd betray our mate.
"Did you just say our mate? I knew you'd love her." I question as Dalton stutters to cover himself.
N... no. Maybe. I… I don't know. Bye!
I smile and shake my head. Grabbing my helmet from the ground, I head further into the installation to eliminate any rebels with twin magnums. My objective was to secure this ice cube and that's what plan on completing.
"Hey, Rebs!" I shout and shatter the wooden pallets acting as a door.
Rebel Base, Rehe, age unknown:
Beko landed the phantom two miles south of the fortification and we sprinted the distance. My carbine sweeps through the numerous corridors as we hear grunting ahead. A human is moving ice out of the way with purpose. I round the corner and pin the human down.
"My mate? Where is he?" I question the human in grey.
"You're the Lieutenant's girl aren't you?" he asks as I put more weight on his back, "I'm ODST like him. I knew Zoe was lying about Blake."
I make a note to confront Zoe about Rookie when I get back. The human under me groans and tells me more.
"Blake's trapped on the other side of the ice." He rasps out, "Let me up and we'll save the LT. He's in enemy territory."
I lift my hoof and assist the human up. Beko, the human, and I begin removing the chunks of frozen debris. My skinsuit regulates my body temperature, but I can visibly see the human shaking as the sun begins to set.
"Get to the phantom, it's two miles south of here." Beko orders as the human continues clearing the ice, "Use one of your explosive devices if you persist on staying."
The human replies quickly , "I use bombs then we'll be trapped under ice again."
Beko sighs and we finally clear a passage large enough for the three of us to crawl through. My objective is to ensure Rookie returns to his children.
"Fuck it all! Fuck this world! Fuck everything that you stand for!" Rookie's shouting echoes through the corridors, "Don't belong! Don't exist! Don't give a shit! Don't ever judge me!"
He seems to be yelling in a chorus of some sort. I'll have to ask about that, but right now he's close. I lead the others through the labyrinth of icy corridors and close in on Rookie's shouting.
He's setting a device near anti-air weapons and shouting at dread bodies with pools of crimson around them.
If you hadn't heard it, listen to You Only Live Once by Suicide Silence. Had nothing to do with the story, I love it. RIP Mitch Lucker. I put Surfacing by Slipknot and I have a strange case of Halo writers block. I'm going to work on elder scrolls for next week, so no updates then, but the week after. Depending on how I feel. Sorry.