❛ Yeah, that definitely does sound like the Covenant. Damn, sorry to hear that. . . Er—, sorry, I never introduced myself. I’m Spartan Edward Buck, and you are. . .? ❜

❛ A general, eh? Spartan’s are. . . Sort of a rank. Though we’re mostly identified as a branch rather than rank. Don’t know what a Jedi is though. . . That some sort of soldier? ❜

𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜.

❛ Whoa, slow down. . . Lightsabers? Force? Gimme a quick run down on that. . . God, I miss the simple days of just shooting things. ❜

Spotting the silver, metallic hilts. His eyes would narrow behind his mirrored visor, head offering. A slow nod. Must’ve been like the energy swords the Sangheili use. ❛ Pretty impressive, bestin’ then at their own game. ❜

❛ Damn. . . That does look like sorta like the energy sword. . . Just a lot sleeker. ❜ To say he was a bit impressed by the weapon would be to downplay the hidden excitement on his features. ❛ . . . That puppy can cut through about anything, right? ❜

❛ I’ve had my close call with something similar. Hell, I probably wouldn’t be around if it weren’t for my shields I’d be skewered. ❜ Watching the blade spin, Buck almost felt like he were watching a light show. Yet he knew just how dangerous it was.

🕷: I love Emile: “You’re scary, you know that?”

🕷: Buck: Akemi: 🥺 Buck: Who needs to die?

❛ Feet first into hell. ❜

But—, but you aren’t meant to touch the ball with your hands.

Ope—, here comes Buck, hugging Ａｋｅｍｉ － Ｂ３１２ without warning. ❛ How’s my surrogate child? ❜

Put him back in a metal coffin and drop him from orbit.

❛ Dare ain’t gonna be happy I sorta took a Spartan under my wing. ❜

❛ One of ‘em is a fuckhead. The other is alright. ❜

❛ You know the music, time to dance. ❜

Where is his surrogate spartan daughter and why aren’t they watching cartoons?

❛ C’mon Akemi, I’ve got donuts and Scooby Doo. ❜

It is time to Yee some Haw.

❛ Feet first into hell boys, feet first. ❜