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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Hal0T1nman:
12/17/2016 2:32:42 AM
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[b]A UNSC Pelican raced meters above the ground towards the Dojo. A voice spoke.[/b]
Once we get there, I want Fred and Linda covering our flanks. James and I will take point. Understood?
[i]Yes sir.[/i]
Good. Do a final weapons check. 10 seconds.
[b]The Pelican came to a screeching halt above the Dojo. Four figures jumped out, the figures being UNSC Blue Team.[/b]
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The Arbiter, if you know him. [i]He's pretty cool.[/i] [u]I've never met him, actually.[/u]
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"And what do you want him?"
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I just want to see him. [b]He stepped forward, clenching his fists.[/b]
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"He's in the gym. [b]Eidos points to a building [/b] "He's all yours."
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Thank you. Blue Team, move. [b]He picked up his rifle, and walked silently with the rest of his team.[/b]
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[b]Eidos followed, obviously curious about what they would do [/b]
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[b]They spread out, Linda moving to face their flank, Chief taking point, with James and Fred on left and right, respectively.[/b] [i]I'd like it if you stopped following us.[/i] [b]They had almost reached the gym.[/b]
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"Well I wanna see what happens. After all Arbiter is a member, and as much as I may not like it I gotta defend him if you are planning anything."
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We're friends. I only came here to see him. [b]They reached the gym, Chief opening the doors and Blue Team following him in. The Arbiter sat a few feet away, polishing his carbine.[/b] Thel. [b]He looked up, and smiled.[/b] John.
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[b]Eidos leans against the door, looking at the scene unfold [/b]
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Quincy, the small 4'7" anthropomorphic arctic fox, was reading in that area at the time. He was dressed in white sweatpants and a red sweatshirt. He jumped, yelping at the sudden event.
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[b]The Spartans locked their weapons on the creature.[/b] Don't move.
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He whimpers, not moving a muscle.
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Who and what are you?
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"M-my name is Quincy.." he stammered frightfully. "A-and im an arctic f-fox..."
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A talking Arctic Fox... Figured those were extinct. [b]They lowered their weapons, walking towards the Arctic Fox.[/b]
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He calms down, currently sitting in a sheet of snow, hugging his book.
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We won't hurt you. [b]The Spartans walked on, Linda covering their flank.[/b]
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He stayed where he was, resuming reading his book. The cover was a dark velvet color and had no inscription on it.
