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When their collective vision ended, not one of them were in the same place they had been in when it began. Instead, they stood in a strict circle around the floating form of the Spirit itself, floating above and between them. One side of the circle was made up of the girls, the sisters in their middle. The other was made up of himself, Qrow, and both the immortal and the elderly woman in their center. Each of them stood straight as ramrods, arms rigid at their sides and heads hanging down, their chins against their chests. As they came to they stumbled, suddenly under their own volition to stand or fall rather than the magic that had held them.
Ozpin in Oscar's skin, sank to his knees instantly, hands clutching at his head as he began to sob. Beside her partner, Blake sank to her knees in the snow to do the same. Albeit her tears were more fearful, frustrated and lost, rather than the mournful hacking the man had so swiftly descended into. While they stood and processed all they had seen, the Spirit vanished into the Relic once more, resting on Ruby's hip.
Before any others could so much as move, Yang crossed the space under Jinn and seized the boy, hauling him up with her fists and demanding, "How could you keep something like that from us? Salem can't die?! Are you fucking joking?"
"I-I didn't-"
"Tell us the truth?" Yang interrupted, practically shrieking and her hair smoldering. Laughing harshly, she pushed him back and let him go, practically hurling the boy into the snow at her feet. Crossing her arms over her chest, the woman turned and took a few steps away, snarling back, "Oh we know you didn't, Oz."
"Y-Yang…" Blake murmured, drawing her partner's gaze. Without a word Yang was beside her, an arm pulling her head onto her shoulder as they knelt in the snow. Quietly, they spoke, whispering so lowly none of them could hear what was said.
The Arbiter could understand their terror in the face of such damnedaly indestructible adversity. The truth of the False Prophets had similarly broken many Sangheili warriors… Enough so that some of them had taken their own lives for the shame and shock of it all.
As the partners spoke, Ruby stepped up to them, her partner at her side looking like a tempest made manifest as a young woman. Voice taut with tension and anger, she asked, "Professor, what is your plan to defeat Salem? Why are we out here? What do you want us to do?"
"I… I…" Kneeling in the snow and looking up at them, the Arbiter could see fresh tears falling along his cheeks. His entire body trembled with the question, eyes searching the girl, and then her partner and, finally, the two older warriors for what to say. When he found no answers, he bowed his head and, quietly, admitted, "I don't have one, Miss Rose… I never have."
For the briefest moment, all was silent and still. Even the partner pair were silent, the young Faunus having had enough time to calm herself after the revelations and letting her blonde partner tug her upright. As he had seen on so many Sangheili, her fear filled eyes had vanished, replaced now by righteous anger. He himself had been there, fear, betrayal and revulsion replaced by righteous fury. An experience that, alone, allowed him to face down what had been revealed steadfastly.
Even if his hand trembled for a moment before he could school himself, he knew no one had seen it. And had they, who could have blamed him for fearing a war with an immortal, magically powered witch? No one. And besides, it didn't alter his plans at all, beyond the obvious caveat that direct martial confrontation would be useless entirely.
"You never had a plan to… To win?" Qrow asked, eyes wide and vacant, looking down on the boy.
When Ozpin didn't answer, his hands began to tremble and his eyes narrowed, rageful tears springing forward. Faster than even the Arbiter could react beyond the widening of his eyes, the man moved, closing the distance and slamming a fist into the young jaw hard enough to hurl him back and away to slam into a tree. Trembling the man stood where he'd struck him, hands slowly lowering and fists uncurling.
Finally, he spoke.
"No one wanted me, Oz. I was cursed, as far as anyone was concerned. Damaged goods." The man spoke, voice soft and trembling with pain and emotion frayed and breaking as he spoke. "I gave my life to you, convinced my team to trust you and give themselves to this fight, because you gave me a place in this world… I thought I was finally doing some good."
"But you are…"
"I destroyed my relationship with my sister, and with my partner, for you. Summer died for you." The man grunted quietly, ignoring his words entirely and turning his back on the ancient man. "Meeting you was the worst luck of my life. We'd all be better off without you."
"Maybe you're right…"
"Enough of this foolishness and self destruction!" The Arbiter finally interrupted, anger frothing unrestrained now. Stepping between them all he looked to each of them. Pleadingly he asked to Qrow's back, the girl's avoidant gazes, Ozpin's downcast eyes and his own mounting fury, "Are we not all allies in this war? Are we not on the same path, sharing the same duties? Salem is our enemy. Her immortality changes nothing in that fact."
"The hell it doesn't!" Yang snarled, stepping into his space as though to challenge him for it. When he held his ground she pressed her chest to his abdomen and stared up into his face, fearless even with him looking down on her. Pointing at the man sitting at the foot of the tree she demanded, "How many people has he gotten killed for this secret little war of his? How many people did he lie and trick into dying for his plans? How many villages, cities even, burned because of him? How many did he get killed-"
"Surely not as many as I have!" He bellowed suddenly, fury breaking forth as water from behind a crumbling dam. With a roar, he planted a fist in her stomach and launched her back and away. Her Aura shielded her from it and she landed in a roll, coming up ready to fight. Instead of meeting her in battle, though, he bellowed, "Do you know why I was called 'the Destroyer' and by whom? I was dubbed as such by the Humans, for I had burned their worlds to glass and ash! Ten Human worlds I laid waste to! Seas boiled, mountains reduced to slag, the very atmosphere left to burn over fields of glass!"
"How many millions do you think I killed to the ends of my own glory? Of the Prophet's Great Journey of damnation?" He demanded, seeing and knowing well the looks of horror on their faces but unable to contain himself now. The rage and shame were loose now and, chest heaving and eyes wild, he couldn't contain himself. "I laid siege to worlds home to hundreds of millions of Humans. I saw from orbit thousands of cities like your Mistral. Schnee, how many live within the walls of Mistral?"
"I-I don't know exactly-"
"Guess!" He demanded, turning to her and glaring hotly for his answer. At her wide eyes and stammering he took a single step towards her and pointed a long finger at her, "You are smart, girl. Make an intelligent guess."
"At least four hundred thousand!" She answered, shock from the earlier revelations and the new one both compounding with the fear of his irate form glaring her down pulling the information from her. Like a font of knowledge, she rattled off like a machine whose only purpose was the recitation of information, "Mistral is estimated between four and eight hundred thousand, higher even than Vale which sits at around five. Atlas and Vacuo both lag behind with around three hundred to four hundred thousand and one hundred to two hundred thousand respectively. Exact numbers are impossible to keep track of due to exterior villages and their less than stellar record keeping..."
They all paused at the overwhelming, almost too perfectly recited information and Weiss flushed, "I panicked…"
"I will take those numbers." Even the ones he hadn't needed, though she seemed to have panicked and let her mouth run automatically. Regardless, "I stood on the command deck of my ship over a world known to my kind as Atreus-II. And on its surface, I found a hundred cities of that size. And all of them, I burned to glass. Their evacuation shuttles I ordered destroyed. Their shelters, breached and slaughtered."
"But it wasn't your choice." Ruby tried, voice quiet and weak. He turned to look at her and her eyes widened. "You were… Tricked. You only did what you had to, because you were tricked."
"As Shipmaster, and later fleetmaster and more, I was not required to take to the field. Not required to fight personally, blade in hand. And yet, I did." The Arbiter argued simply, raising the quiet blade to look at its rune covered, ancient and new surface. Quietly, he finished, "I did so because I wanted to do so, fooled or not. Because I found honor in the works and sought to bloody my blade with the lifeblood of the heathens I was ordered to butcher. Because I enjoyed it."
"And so before you judge him," he finished, striding past them and away to find somewhere quiet, "perhaps you should judge me. For I know which of us carries the gravest sins."
Because if they thought Ozpin was a monster, what could they possibly think of the Arbiter after all he had done?
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The Master Chief hadn't known true fear outside a handful of scattered instances, spans of years and decades between them.
He'd been afraid when he laid down in the augmentation berth, and again minutes - or hours, it had been hard to tell - later when he could make out the screams of his fellows dying far too soon for their augmentations to be finished. That had been the first time he'd felt true fear, deep in his gut like a lead weight. Soon enough after he'd been afraid again in the same deep seated, primal, shameful way, shoved forward by his friend as a superheated ball of plasma slammed into him and killed him. A death on delay, but a killing shot regardless, compromising his suit's integrity and trapping him aboard a Covenant ship scant minutes before it was erased in nuclear hellfire.
The most recent was aboard the Mantle's Approach, unable to fight off the Didact's powers. Trapped, unable to move properly and fight him, while over their heads an orange lance wiped out hundreds and thousands of innocent souls. People he had been charged with protecting, erased. Relegated to a hellish eternity as Promethean Knights, at the service of the monster that had killed them, because he couldn't stop the creature. And again, minutes later, as Cortana said her farewells in the wake of the Approach's destruction. Another comrade dying in his place, even if technically she would have died with him had she not acted as she had.
It felt like the difference was immaterial there, in a way he couldn't comprehend. Or process, beyond rote compartmentalization procedures they had all been taught.
"The Arbiter is missing in action?" He asked, deep voice rumbling around the small barracks room he and Blue Team shared aboard the Infinity.
"He has been for over a month, yes." Lasky, the only other person in the room, answered. Hands clasped behind his back he stood at complete ease, and for good reason. Five Spartans, even out of their armor and unarmed, were a better bodyguard than most could hope for. Continuing, the man explained, "We, the UNSC that is, were informed two weeks after his disappearance."
"Which coincides with our assignment to the Infinity and the two weeks we have spent in Slipspace pretty nicely, too. Funny, that." Linda pointed out, the other three Spartans' gazes flicking to her in the slightest gesture of confirmation.
He added a curt shake of his head in a chiding gesture and she shrugged ever so slightly, averting her gaze in a silent apology. To which he responded with a small nod of acceptance before turning his gaze back on the admiral. Quietly, he guessed, "You want us to find him, then, Admiral?"
"Technically, ONI and HighCom want you to try to find him. Officially, I have no opinion on the matter. And no right to one, either, given my station." Lasky smiled, though, letting the Master Chief know his thoughts well enough. When the Spartan nodded to show he understood the message, the man went on, "Officially, I have been ordered to transport your team to a UNSC ship refitting station where you will board a light-Prowler designed for fireteam transport and covert operations."
"Micro-Prowler, sir?"
"Indeed, Blue Two." The man nodded, looking around the small room and asking, "I trust you all understand the operation and usage of a so-called 'Micro-Prowler'?"
"We do." Chief answered for them all, knowing they did without even needing to answer. The concept was simple and old. Older, even, than any of them. For Lasky's assurances, and at the man's raised eyebrow that asked for it, he explained, "A small ship approximately one hundred yards in length, half that in height, and the same in width. Typically used for ONI operative insertion, exfiltration and transport on clandestine operations."
"And this one is outfitted to crew and transport a four to seven man fireteam. Fitted with MJOLNIR Gen-II maintenance and outfitting rigging, as well as an armory the size of the Infinity's." The man left his opinion on an ONI ship like that, with stealth systems and meant to deploy Spartan fireteams - else why include the MJOLNIR maintenance and outfitting systems at all - entirely unsaid. Frowning, he added, "This model also comes equipped with a prototype, hence the size, light MAC battery."
"On a Prowler-class meant for squad detail?" Linda almost gasped, caught off guard more by the technology than the idea itself.
MAC weaponry was such that typically, only capital ships, select frigates, and stations could field any of them. Power to fire them and the sheer force of them meant that too-small ships could shake apart or overload and detonate if they tried to field them. Ammunition would be light, he was certain. And the power draw would no doubt cripple the ship for a short time after firing off a MAC round. But to have one at all, and in such a small, agile package as a Prowler meant to be manned by a fireteam? That was an advantage that couldn't be properly put into words.
"My sentiments exactly, Spartan." The admiral chuckled, allowing himself the smallest of treasons in their company. Blue Team he might not have known, but the Master Chief he did. And they had an understanding. Back to business, the man finished, "Your ship is already docked with the Infinity, and your armor and weapons have already been transferred aboard. We will drop out of Slipspace in five minutes on the edge of Sangheili space, which you will cross to reach the planet and begin your search."
"Yes, Sir."
"And do it quietly. If the Storm Covenant confirm he is missing, they will slam against the Swords of Sanghelios." The Chief nodded his understanding and frowned. Lasky returned the nod and went on, neither needing an explanation on what a ghost op was or how important the ghost part of the name was. "I volunteered to serve as your navigator, but was refused. Instead, I have a volunteer for you. Roland?"
"Already transferred to the Black Sun, Admiral." The AI reported, voice chiming through their barrack's communication speakers. Normally, they carried alarms and orders to ship statuses. Now, they carried telltale snark and surprise. "Did you know this thing has a light plasma pulse cannon?"
"Check your talk, Roland." Lasky chided, eyes hard. The Spartan understood the reason why. One never knew who was listening, after all. Especially with ONI involved. Regardless, the Admiral gave them a nod, "Dock twelve. A datapad aboard will appraise you of mission parameters, and of the ship's weapon complement insofar as you need to know. Roland will handle navigation and weapons systems, if you need them. The details are under lock and key, though, unfortunately."
"Respectfully, Sir," John grunted as he stood, "We're already gone."
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He walked through the silent, empty forest for the gods only knew how long, blood roaring in his ears and mind awash with plenty to stop him counting the passage of time. Visions of fire, plasma and glass danced before him and his chest heaved. He remembered the first world he had burned, the pride he had felt. The adrenaline and joy at watching the Human city below, its people and defenders having been corralled into it and until an hour earlier protected by a ground-to-space battery, gleam for a brief moment. Then a nod, a barked command, a thrum through his ship, and the city was gone. Millions dead, wiped out in supposedly holy fury.
Roaring in rage and hatred he spun and slammed a fist into a tree hard enough his shields flared and the bark splintered. Pain lanced up his arm as well but he ignored that. Instead, his mind turned to the Prophets, and their cursed Journey. Once again he closed his eyes and found himself on the gas refining station beside the first Halo he set his eyes upon, staring at the 'heretic', Sesa Rafum, with hatred and rage. So great had his foe's distrust been that even as the Oracle - the monitor who would rob from him a friend - made to answer his questions the Elite had attacked him.
How different would things have been had Sesa allowed the Oracle time to speak? Would he even have listened? Would listening have accomplished anything good, or merely propelled him along a different, doomed path? Without the Demon and Johnson's aid at the last moment, he would not have forged his alliance with the Humans. And without that alliance, and their militaries fighting as one the Rings would have lit the sky as they had once so long ago, and Earth would have fallen to the Parasite. In the end, Sesa would have always been a victim of the Covenant.
Be it by the Arbiter's blade he died upon, or the firing of the Rings that would have extinguished his life. In both cases, it was the Prophet's orders that took his life. Such was little consolation to the blood he felt on his hands for killing what would have been a comrade, yet such was still just as true regardless.
Small footsteps in the snow broke him from his considerations and he sighed, speaking loudly so they would hear, "Young Ruby, I should have known that you would come to get me."
"She didn't, actually." The more refined voice answered, quiet and withdrawn. Turning, he was surprised to find the Schnee standing there, one hand on a tree to lean on to keep from falling in the deep snow. Gesturing at a gnarled root beside her, she asked, "May I sit, Arbiter?"
"I… Do not own this forest." He answered, giving the pale woman a curt nod. "You may sit where you like, youngling."
"Thank you." She murmured, looking paler even than she normally did. Smoothing her skirts under her and drawing Myrtenaster so it wouldn't sit awkwardly, she took her seat on the gnarled root, ignoring the snow covering it. Twiddling her thumbs she asked, quietly, "Did you… Did you really kill all those people?"
"I did." He sighed, turning to her and rucking his cloak around him more snugly against the cold. More calmly now that he had reigned in his emotions, he explained, "I was charged with the duty of it as part of my military career. I did enjoy the violence of it, as I told you, but only for my deluded beliefs in the Covenant."
"And now?" She asked, "How do you feel?"
"Disgusted." He answered honestly. Just as honestly, he added, "Were I not bound by honor to lead my people in the wake of the Great Schism, I would have followed my brothers into the afterlife for my shame."
"You mean…?"
"It is honorable for a warrior so shamed as I am to seek death in battle or take his own life. Some of higher status, or with warriors they consider as kin, might request another do it for them. But all is the same." He answered simply. Many former Honor Guards of the Prophets had dones so, some after the Schism had ended and the Covenant had been struck down. Some Ship and Fleetmasters had done so as well, once they had finished the fight, though less of them did so than the Honor Guard. Quietly, he asked, "Why did you come to see me, Miss Schnee?"
"I… Know a thing or two about being judged for things you are made to do. Or made to tolerate, at least. More than most of the others." She smiled and added a small shrug, "And besides, Ruby is busy convincing everyone to forgive you and let you come with us."
"Forgive me…?" So easily? He was shocked, and that must have shown on his face, for the woman smiled and nodded.
"Ruby is a kind person. She understands and believes that you regret what you did, and wouldn't have done it if you hadn't been lied to and tricked." Weiss grimaced and gave him a look, though, thinking for a moment before she sighed. Voice firm she asked, "I need to hear you say you would never do such a thing again. That you would never just… Just murder so many innocents."
"Not without just cause." He murmured, thinking of the Parasite. When her brows furrowed in worry he added, "There are horrors in the black and bleak of space that I would not burden you with, child. Even if it aids me."
"That's not good enough." She challenged instantly, voice high and hard. "You may not want to, but you owe us honesty. What is a burden for us is none of your concern."
"...It is called the Flood." He explained simply, censoring his words for the worst of the horrors it could perpetrate. "A parasitic organism that seeks to consume all in its path. Your body is broken and weaponized, and your mind raped for an eternity. Knowledge, skills, the locations of other survivors, you voice to lure them to their damnation…"
"It sounds horrible…"
"Indeed." She couldn't possibly comprehend the Parasite, he knew. And he felt little rush to elucidate her further. Such would only be cruel, regardless of her demands of the whole truth. Rising, he asked, "Should we not return to the others, though? I would hear their minds on the matter."
"I mean… Sure." Weiss sighed, hopping up and dusting the seat of her skirt clear of frosty powder. Smiling thinly in a way that screamed of mental, as well as physical, exhaustion she shrugged. "It's probably been long enough for them to cool off and come to terms with… Well, with all of this."
"Indeed." And he hoped she was right, too. He didn't wish to part company with them, kinda as they were and dangerous as their surroundings were.
The walk back was longer than expected for a handful of reasons. Most obvious being that as short as the young Huntress was, his natural gait had to be slowed to accommodate. Massively so, in fact, as the girl seemed in no rush to get back to where they were going. Lost in thought and still processing what had been revealed, both by the Arbiter and the old spirit in Oscar's body, he supposed. He couldn't fault her, truly, and so voiced no complaints for the slowness of their walk.
"And it grants them more time to calm and process besides." He reminded himself as they walked, contenting himself with looking at the snowy landscapes around him. And distracting himself as well, as unhealthy as that could be, should he let it fester. He couldn't help himself, though.
The snow laden forest was breathtaking and serene, after all.
When they reached the others, the group was quiet, but not distant. Ruby smiled weakly and waved to him, stood between her sister and the Faunus. Both looked to him, the former with suspicion and resignation and the latter with something approaching pity and sympathy. Oscar and Qrow were nearby, sitting at the base of a train car, the boy's face buried in knees he'd tucked to his chest. The man, for as distraught and broken as he looked, stood nearby, nursing his flask and watching Oscar.
Whether out of anger or care the Arbiter couldn't tell for sure.
"Children." He greeted warily as he reached them, head bowed and hand well away from his sword in case they would be afraid of him. To Yang he added, "I am sorry I struck you as I did."
"It's fine." The woman shrugged, "Caught it on my Aura. No harm no foul."
"Arbiter, I..." Blake started and then paused, flinching. Thinking, and doing so very obviously. Finally, after a long moment, the Faunus gave up and simply sighed. "Ozpin is gone, Arbiter."
His eyes narrowed and he turned to Ruby, a silent question in his gaze that she was ready to answer, "After you left, everyone was quiet for a moment. Then Oz said he'd 'let us lead from the front for a while' and just… Vanished. Receded back into Oscar's head, and won't come out."
"Oscar says he can feel him there, though. His presence, I mean." Yang offered, turning a mournful and almost maternal gaze on the boy. Quieter, and clearly concerned, she added, "He… Asked us to give him a minute. We've already gotten our crap together, mostly. But we're giving him his minute to process."
"I shall guard him then while-"
"No!" The blonde shouted, catching them off guard. Wide-eyed for a moment when he turned to her, she flushed and chewed her lip, avoiding his gaze. "I-I mean, Uncle Qrow has it already. You don't, you know… Need to."
And she didn't want him to, he knew, reading between her lines and feeling his heart sink for it. Suspicion and fear, and shame in the eyes of some of those who regretted feeling it. He was used to such from Human companions, and saw it reflected to varying extents by the four girls. He'd have to readjust to receiving it from then, now. Nodding, he only rumbled, "Then it is so."
"We just need time." Ruby murmured weakly, his great head turning to look down on her. In spite of their proximity, she didn't balk from his gaze. A good sign, he felt, and one that reassured him. Smiling, she went on, "What you said was… Well, I can't really wrap my head around those kinds of numbers. None of us can. But…"
"But you can wrap your head around the fact that I took Human lives in numbers you cannot comprehend." He guessed, the four women nodding. Returning the gesture, he rumbled, "I understand, and do not hold against you all any of it. You ask for time, and time you shall have from me."
"Thank you." Ruby hesitated, then, for a moment. Finally, she grabbed his wrist and lifted his hand. In his palm, she set the Relic, glowing and emanating an odd warmth. His eyes narrowed and turned to Ruby and she explained, "You're the strongest of us, and… And you deserve a chance to prove we can trust you."
"But such a thing is… I can't..." The Relic was far too valuable, to his mind. And to the mind of the others, too. Xiao Long seemed ready to snatch it from him, only her partner's hand on her Human arm staying her, and even the drunken Huntsman was watching them like hawks. He turned to look past the young warrior at Maria, standing a yard or three away, but she only shrugged and smiled, showing him she had no intention of helping him. Pushing it towards her, he argued, "I cannot possibly take this from you. I will earn your trust another way, but this is too valuable. Too precious."
"I am the leader here, Arbiter." Her voice was suddenly harder than steel and her eyes were narrowed. He blinked in surprise and then her eyes softened and she stepped away. Smiling she shrugged, "I'm the boss here, Mister Arbiter. And what I say, you do. If you don't wanna carry it then drop it in the snow. None of us will. But if you want us to trust you, you need to trust us first."
"I see." He turned his gaze to the others, searching for any that would argue or take it from him, but none did. Even the elder sister seemed unwilling to argue with her leader's decision, even as she pursed her lips and sighed. Finally, seeing no one coming to his aid, he sighed and hooked the thing onto the back of his hip. Planting a fist to his heart he bowed his head in respect, "I will guard it with my very life and honor, Field Major."
"Field Major?" The girl asked, raising an eyebrow.
"If you are meaning to command me, then I will treat you as such." He answered simply, mandibles quirking in a Sangheili smil. Technically, he'd have outranked a Field Major. But the effect was the same nonetheless, and if she thought to command him and let him earn trust through enacting her orders, he would do so. Stepping aside, he gestured for her to go ahead of him and grunted, "After you, Field Major."
"Okay that is gonna get weird…" She stepped by, though, calling out for the others to get their gear together. As the two older members of their party called back their affirmations, and Qrow started trying to get Oscar to his feet, Ruby turned to him, "None of that 'Major' stuff unless we're in a fight, though. It's too weird."
"As you say." He chuckled, adding a small and hopefully mood lightening, "I hear and obey, Field Major."
The girl only groaned, exhausted, anxious and upset still but warming as the time passed. Now the worst was gone, and he knew they didn't intend to force him away, he too began to relax. Several of their party kept a watchful eye on him but neither the Faunus or the Schnee balked from walking beside him. Why, he couldn't be truly sure, beyond what little the Schnee had said of sympathising with him.
But, he found, he did not care.
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Until his eventual arrival, the Master Chief's story elements will be few and far between. However, as I intend on them intersecting, I felt the need to show you enough to get you going on what to expect.
For quick context the Prowler in question does NOT exist in canon. It is fan-made by me, using my understanding that A, Oni would totally develop a ship like this and B, Oni's Section Three would definitely be experimenting with minor plasma weaponry. Especially given that the Infinity has plasma based energy shields.
The Black Sun isn't overpowered though, rest assured. It has no shields, can barely move for a while after firing it's cannon, and only has enough ammunition for a short combat duration with any of its weapons. It's designed for transport and space-to-ground support during operations.
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Seanklovett :
Glad you are enjoying it!
Combine :
*maniacal and distant laughter*
Mr Doctor (Guest) :
I hope to satisfy your hopes!
CT-7567Rules :
Thel does not, in fact, have any other weapons. He has shields, a plasma sword, and a small knife. And no, it won't be enough. Aso, CT-7567 does indeed rule. I may do a story with him one of these days…
E Prince 200 :
About that~
Minecraft :
I personally assume one to one and a half million, to account for genetic diversity