"Yeah. God forbid he go postal and start shootin shit up. Hell, I'd probably end up bein the one who'd have to kill him."

OOC: I haven't been able to find how Lekgolo eat (FSS is a bitch) which is why I've mainly stayed quiet for this part of the RP. Along with that, Lekgolo don't really communicate with anything but a Sangheili anyway so I don't know what to do here. . .

Jak walked into the mess hall a Rolm left. He scowled at his back. "Nothing but a bunch of prideful fools. Let me see their race go through millions of years of fighting over limited resources then act that proud." He didn't mind the Sangheili really he just hated their so called honor. Grabbing a tray of food he sat down at a table.

Jeff made his way over to the table the Spartans sat at and took a seat. He listened to their conversation for a few moments as he began to eat the food on his tray again, but soon lost himself. The conversation wasn't anything new to him anyways, he knew about the Spartans especially the one called Master Chief.

It wasn't long before he looked down and saw that there was no food left on his tray. Letting his fork drop on to the plate with a clatter, he leaned back in his seat. He tried listening in on the conversation at the table around him again, he had nothing better to do.

As he calm himself, he began to remember old battles. How it all began for him ,and how he earn his name Rolm Marakee. He still grew ill when he heard the humans made their names "elite". Such a disgrace in giving names when not earn, which is why in Rolm head, the humans were not worthy of his time. But some did show promise, and he respected that, like the many of his kind always did. The demons were mostly the only noticeable warriors to the Sangheili. He gets up, putting on his helmet so he would be understood when he talk and walk back out. Heading towards the cafe again and stop where the spartan table was. Then he sat down, something he wouldn't do likely as he watch them eat.

"What is our next mission...." he thinks a bit to what to call the demon. But could not think of anything "For your soldiers....demon."

"Don't know yet. We're about halfway on the trip to Earth, they'll probably send us dirtside to try to stop Truth activating the Ark."

"Good..." was all he said. Before getting back up and leaving. He wasn't someone for small talk as he started to wonder out of the cafe again.

Brutus was concentrating on his food, a raw piece of meat. He heard the cook call it "Beef", he had never heard of it but he knew instantly he could eat it for the rest of his life. Brutus had thrown his Plasma Cannon down so he could sprint faster, by the end, he had been running towards the ship on all fours. He was still surprised at how fast he could move on a low g world. He finished his strange meat with a belch and stood up to full height. He let out a yawn that sounded like a roar and stretched, though it wasn't a proper stretch as he had to bend his head slightly to stop it touching the ceiling.

Brutus felt uncomfortable about going to earth, he was more self-conscious than other Jiralhanae and he felt nervous around humans, he didn't like how they still viewed him as an enemy even though he tried to be as friendly as possible with everyone he met. He sighed, and it was so loud it made the smaller ones jump. Brutus let out a huge jovial laugh that sounded like a war drum. Brutus felt good about this group, and he knew he could rely on them when it came down to business.

Marius grunted as he ripped through the raw steak, his 2 large bottom teeth tearing at the meat as though it was a flimsy sheet of parchment.

"Truth is a fool, that is what I say! Nothing more than a fool, do my brother not realize what he intends to do?" Marius angrily tore at the steak again, blood dripping down his chin, "We must stop the false prophet before he does something he will greatly regret!"

Marius slammed his fist on the table as he gulped back a large glass of water, he wiped his chin with his arm and went back to his steak.

"You talk far too much." Logara said, as much to Marius as to the rest of the beings in the room. He and Kopaka stood along the side of the room, nearest to the team, watching and listening to all that was going on.

yusnak sees marius, gets up "excuse me" and walkes over
"are you uninjured from the jiralhanae that attacked you, it was quiet ferice" normaly yusnak would not dare talk about a time he saved a brute with them, however marius seemed more approchable than most and he thought it wouldnt mind

He heard what Yusnak said to Marius and laugh.

"HA...how is the Jiralhanae fighting fierce? When they fight like savages." He chuckle and waited to hear what the primitive brute would say next. If he wish to fight, then Rolm shall show everyone that the Sangheili is a better fighter then a Jiralhanae.

"Ah yes I am fine, a few scratches, nothing serious though! My teeth are fine, thanks goodness, I need these for many things!" Marius tore at the steak, "Like this for example!"

Marius roared with laughter as he heard the elite speak.

"You had better keep your fucking mouth shut filthy Sangheili, but do not think I don't know what you are trying to do! Goading me with what you think is wit, but I will not fall for your trick, I do not plan to fight you!"

"the way the jiralhanae fight maybe a far cry from your style but you cannot deny its effectiveness rolm, he did, after all rip a banshee appart with his bare hands and marius, if you shout out such blatent attacks on the sangheili he may not need to fight you" said yusnak as he looked around the room at the many sangheili that had stoped eating

Brutus couldn't take the shouting.
"Everyone, Quiet!" He bellowed. In the small room it sounded like a thunder storm. He looked around with obvious disdain.
"Nobody needs to be loud, how can we fight together if we can't even eat together?" Brutus looked at the three.
"Yusnak, there is no need for you to stir up trouble, if you have nothing nice to say, don't say it." He looked at Rolm. "And you, stop being a stupid pompous arse and grow up! Stop being such a stereotypical Sangheili." He then looked at Marius, "I am ashamed of you brother, stooping so low as to react to Sangheili insults you have heard since the day you were born." The Brute glanced at all three. "Now, is this really what we want? To be fighting each other instead of Truth's lapdogs?" He shook his head and ambled slowly from the room.

Austin stared at Brutus as he left the room.

"Uh, what he said?"

He quietly shoveled a lump of mashed potato in his mouth.

Rolm glare and growl at Austin as he got up and starts to leave to. "Tell me when the next mission is here" He left the cafe and went into his room to change into his armor. Taking off to the shooting ring to keep his skills in tone and top shape.

"You are ashamed of me!? I laugh at the very idea of you being ashamed of me!" Marius sarcastically laughed, "Look at you, you are like a giant, harmless little kitty cat! You are no true Jiralhanae, look at you, avoiding conflict like little, tiny baby!"

"marius be quiet he's right. we need at least to get along enough to be able to each other"

Austin sighed, and dumped his tray in the trash as he swallowed the last peice of steak.

"Don't bother, once you get a Jiralha, Jiraelh," He frowned, "-stirred up, you need to give him a while to cool down. Or a facefull of buckshot, if circumstances permit."

He gave the bug-alien a light pat on the head as he passed by, before heading to collect his armor.

yusnak noded to austin and made his way back to his quaters, it had been a long day and he needed some rest, with any luck there should be no more incidents before the next mission

Logan, deep in thought about his lost love Kristal, had watched this silently. Normally, he would have pulled rank and told them all to shut the fuck up and quit arguing, but he didn't have the heart for it right now. Then, something happened that gave him new heart, driving his grief from his mind. An overhead speaker crackled to life.

"Slipspace rupture off the starboard bow! It's a jiralhanae cruiser! Oh, shit! They've deployed fighters! We're under attack!"

Training and leader instinct kicked in, and Logan was immediately issuing orders.

"Everyone, get to the hangar bay! Get in your fighters! We need to drive off those attackers and prevent boarders from attaching their boarding craft!"

Logan sprinted off down the hallway, the others following him to the hangar bay.

Austin had just pulled on his helmet when the contact alarms sounded and Logans orders sounded through the TeamCom.

"Sorry, gotta go!"

He waved goodby at the surprised Human and Sangheili technicians who had helped him suit up, and sprinted out the door.

He ran to the hangar, bumping in to Rolm along the way. He noted that his alien counterpart had already put on his flight harness.

They arrived, and rushed to a line of empty Seraphs as a Jiralhanae-controlled Seraph soared past the hangar shield, followed by one of its Sangheili counterparts. Austins visor dimmed to block out the flashes of light as the Sangheili Seraphs plasma cannons burst to life.

Austins view of Rolm was lost when he climbed into one of the empty Seraphs, and he sat down and started up the activation sequence.

yusnak was among the first to the hangers along with verious others that had been close by when the order was give and quickly got into one of the many fighters stationed there, he had some training in space combat but was mostly used to flying phantoms his co-pilot, a sangheili named Xytan, and easily able to compensate.
Yusnak managed to get in the air in time to take out an enemy ship planning on stoping their counter attack before it began and forced his wingmen to break off for a moment. He noticed a group of freindly fighters leaving the hanger and moved to back them up

Rolm ran into Austin who told him of what was happening. He rush off to the hanger and got into a Seraphs as well starting to active it as well and rushing out into space.

Jeff wasn't a big fan of flying, but he could. He wasn't a great pilot by any standards but he was decent enough to match most Covenant pilots. When the alarm started going off, Jeff rushed to the hanger with the rest of his allies and jumped in a Longsword fighter.

He tried to calm himself as he manuvered his fighter out of the hanger bay. He flew out into chaos. At first it was hard to determines who was ally and who was an enemy. Jeff had flown straight into a massive dog fight, and it didn't take long for him to get a Seraph fighter on his tail. He tried for several moments to shake the fighter and grew frustrated when he could not. Eventually, to Jeff's relief, an ally shot down the Covenant fighter. The ODST tried to stick close to his allies, shooting down Covenant fighters when he could. Mostly he decided to try and defend the ship and his allies, too cautious to branch out.

A few minutes into the fight, it seemed like hours to Jeff, a squadron of Seraph fighters flew at the group Jeff was in. Two Longsword fighters were shot down in the first wave and the remaining fighters in his group were temporarily scattered. They recovered in time to avoid the second wave, suffering no casualties. The Seraphs split into two groups to circle back around. Jeff and another Longsword fighter took off after a group of three. The pilots of the Seraphs were skilled fliers and avoided Jeff and his wingman. While two of the Seraphs distracted the two Longswords, one of them circled around and got behind them. Opening fire it managed to damage Jeff's wingman. The two of them split off and the Seraph fighter followed Jeff. It opened fire and Jeff let out a breath as the plasma shot past his window. He tried shaking it but couldn't. Flying toward his own ship he went as close as he dared and then sharply banked, barely missing the side of the large ship. The Seraph pilot wasn't as quick and crashed into the side of the ship, becoming a ball of flame. Jeff hoped that it didn't cause too much damage, and searched for his group again.

Austin trailed an enemy Seraph, firing his plasma cannons. The cannons pierced the shield and melted the armor, sending the starfighter up in flames that should not have existed, due to lack of oxygen in space.

His shields flared, and he realized that an enemy fighter had snuck up on him. He was saved, however, by a Sangheili his IFF tagged as "Blue Two".

"Another strike wave is approaching. Come, Demon, and let us return to the fight."

They returned to the rest of Blue Squadron, and charged the incoming wave.

Plasma flew through the air, and Seraphs from both sides were reduced to scorched hunks of metal.

Austin whooped as the remaining Sangheili quickly overwhelmed the Covenant fighters, but noticed a damaged enemy Seraph heading for him on a collision course.

He spun his craft and countercharged, and at the last second fired his pulse laser, holing the enemy craft and sending it adrift. He pulled up hard, the top of it skimming his shields.

"Status report?"

Jak's hands flew across the panel. He watched as several more Seraphs were destroyed. His was disappointed in them for their poor flying. "Pitiful Jiralhanae pilots." he muttered as he destroyed a bomber trying to flank a squad of the alliances fighters.