[lietenant David ‘Tyrant’ Simmons] [corporal Allen ‘Bullet’ Prestock] [western plains]

“Ow...” I say as I regain consciousness. Trying to remember what happened. Oh, that... The helicopter, the kid, me being a wimp, the explosion... “Explosion!” now I remember it all, that helicopter flew somehow. It was supposed to be a model, stupid fuckers up in high com put real bombs on the thing and now this happened.

Looking around; there's that mother fucker Tyrant... And a what do they call it, a W-warthog right?. hmm, cool looking car too. ‘mean green killing machine’ the DI always called them, except its red. It looks like a car with extra suspension, armor, and a fucking tri-barreled .50 cal ‘rotating death box’. Those... Grunts or un-goey called them

Anyways then there's me and David- er, Tyrant as he likes to call himself right now his helmet: a standard UNSC helmet but the visor is gone. Has a few words on it, one says ‘Tyrant’ the other says ‘big-Papa’ ugh he earned both of those, one on the battlefield and... You know. Well, he got the name ‘Tyrant because the grunts and jackals always called him that and somehow knowing who he is. But he just called himself Tyrant. More of an asshole though

Then there's me I am slightly taller than him but at least I kept the standard look for a marine. But damn harvest was hell then they sent us to Arcadia than the earth... I miss Reach. My Homeplanet, I was just a farmhand, now look at me a marine on this larg-- “what the fuck?” just starting to notice the nice view; there a spire made of... Something looks like steel but, eh. The beautiful ocean, the beach, a large fucking ring, the planet in the center of the ocean, that deer... Wait they are extinct aren't they? Meh, better than the moa.

I hear groaning next to me and see Tyrant lazily scratching at his crotch and slowly getting up “the fuck did you do you Retarded-nazi-dog-fucking-” he continued on for a while even when he has seen the view “crotch-smelling-donkey-fucking-” a while

[later] [finding a sadly broken/crashed Paris-class-heavy frigate]

we were driving through some potholes that riddled the land when we see it; a Paris-class-heavy frigate... damn. “What in the holy hell Bullet” Tyrant added “where fuck did you find this”

“It was just there” I reply

We stopped near a smoldering campfire “looks new” Tyrant said

“Is it?” I say. I can't really tell to be honest.

We approached the hanger about three hundred feet... *crack!* *ptzzzzuuuu* “Fuck, get some cover!” I yell as the round whizzed by

“Where? A fucking pebble!” his oh so obvious 'insight.'

*crack!* *crack!* *Thhhiiit *Paaanng~* A round hit the ground near me but the other hit my helmet “eeek” I release a girl- manly sque- yell of manlines. There was a heavy thud where the helmet fell. I see a box and jump behind it, I take out my binoculars and look... Ok

In a fucked-looking and melted pelican; a girl with ballistic shades, she is using what looks like a .45 with a SmartLink Holosight pistol but the ballistic shades also must have a VISR built-in, but if she didn't have them that would be a hell of a shot

*crack* *thurkt* “agh Fuck” I hear Tyrant yelp out of pain. as a bullet grazed his hand

*bang!* *bang!*
He returned fire but either hes a bad shot or he did that on purpose

“Ha ha ha” I chuckled at the stupidity at this ‘firefight’

“What so funny retard!?” he asked annoyance clear in his voice

“We’re in a firefight with a child,” I said with a chuckle only for... *crack!* *Thhikssssssss~ I look to the crate and see fire, fire!, “FIRE!!!” I run from the crate- a fucking fuel cell!. *BOOOOOOOOOOM!!*

“FUCK!!!” Tyrant yelled as he passed out

“Aaiiiiiii~” I screamed albeit high-pitched but still loud and then I hit my head on a rock

[Lola samings]

*bang!* Lola took another shot at what she thought were rebels because the vehicle they used. But they fired back

*crack!* *crack!* *tisuuum~* *ting!

looking through the holosight on the gun and with the help of the glasses, she fired *bang!* hitting what she recognized as a fuel cell, there was a low whistle... then as the thing exploded she heard one yell ‘fire’ *BOOOOOOOOOM!*

[A short walk later]

she smirked as she walked closer. midway there she grimaced as she saw the uniforms, and she got closer to see the ID of these... marines.

“uh oh”

Author's Note

here's another while I do something in real life