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RIDDLES

There is a reason those with biotic ability should not be left to their own devices. The undisciplined get ideas of invincibility and do stupid things. That's what Shepard had said. Jack laughed out loud into the silence as she crept along the precipice of a large, gaping hole. Stupid things… only the bed-wetters, the novices let their curiosity turn into a mistake. And she was definitely not one of those.
Jack knelt down and peered into the hole, quickly covering her nose with her arm.
"Agh, c'mon man…" It smelled like a Varren pit full of Varren pits. With more Varren than pit.
As the last echoes of her voice disappeared, a low rumbling shook the rocky interior of the cave. As Jack backed away from the precipice, the Gravemind rose from his slumber, waving a dozen tentacles around dramatically.
"You enter here with curious mind… yet not in fear, and that I find… to lead the most to untimely demise."
Jack regarded him with hint of caution for the briefest of moments before sitting back and crossing her legs in a casual manner.
"Hey ugly!" she called out to him. "What's with the fancy talk?"
"Talk..to talk is but a waste of thought and time," the Gravemind mused. "if one speaks not with meaning and rhyme."
Pulling out a can of drink, Jack popped open the top and took a long draught, then smacked her lips, regarding the Shakespearean plant with a quizzical expression.
"You like riddles right?"
"A riddle worth to hear is rare and all the more dear."
"Alright…" Jack narrowed her eyes. "It talk and it talks all the god-d**n day, yet it doesn't have an effin' thing to say?"
The Gravemind's circular mouth seemed to tilt upwards in amusement as his voice began smoothly and unaffectedly.
" The only one I know to use such druther… would be your mother."
Jack's face sobered instantly. Did he just…? Oh yes he did. Jumping to her feet, Jack's hands glowed blue in biotic agitation.
"Screw you, plant freak!"
"The appropriate insult to replace… I believe…would be your face."
Then chuckling to himself, the Gravemind retreated down his hole, his tentacles following close behind. With a cry of rage, Jack threw her can down into the hole. No retaliation was made. Just silence.
No matter. Take that, Vakarian, she thought to herself. That's 300 credits you owe me and I'll be laughing all the way to the bank with you're forced to buy that cheap, awkward date-night wine on less than a vigilante's salary.

END

Spectre: You know... I don't even know what to say. For once, I am without words.

Spartan: Well what can I say. The Halo universe generates some classy people...even if they are a super giant alien plantlike organisms...yeeeeaaaahhhhh can't beat the Halo universe for classy characters.

Spectre: The Mass Effect universe generates some stupid ones, apparently. Who would bet Jack 300 credits on ANYTHING? Sheesh, Vakarian. Think about it next time.

Spartan: Hmm...well, I guess that sums up this story. Obviously this was a lot shorter than usual but this is just a test run for turning our screen play parodies into story format so message us and tell us what you think.

Both: Spartan and Spectre, out.