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Round 3
Posted By: sleepingdragon80 and bowog the grunt<neodragonlvr@hotmail.com>
Date: 28 March 2007, 4:31 pm
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Round 3
: This had better work: Thought Master Chief SPARTAN 117 as he stood behind the counter of an abandoned cheese shop wearing a white apron. He had switched most of his MJOLNIR armor for thinner shielding, just in case the Elites decided to use their weapons, but still wore his combat boots and gloves. 3l33tgam3r was dressed the same as Master Chief, and was posing as the assistant. Sleepingdragon80 was hidden near the door waiting for the elites to come in before locking the door behind them and covering them with an assault rifle. They were ready.
With the ring of the door bell, five elites entered. They walked towards the counter in a V formation, with the leader in the front, and were about to speak to the 'shop keeper,' when a shelf fell to the floor.
Authors Note:
This next part may seem kind of rude (because it's rude to stare), for, as you might have guessed by reading the thing in ( ), this next part involves a lot of Clanging and staring. Hang in there with me, for we are going on a wild ride.
End of Authors Note.
Everyone turned and stared. And then another shelf fell right next to it. Once again, everyone turned, and stared. With a clang, yet another shelf fell. Sleepingdragon80 slowly brought her gun to bear on every new noise. It went on like this for quite awhile. Clang, turn, stare. Clang, turn, stare. Until finally, the invisible intruder knocked over a whole set of shelves, and somehow got itself buried underneath them. While it was trying to free itself, Sleepingdragon80 stepped in front of the door, 3l33tgam3r (aka Joshua-118) and Master Chief slipped into the back room to change into their armor, and the elites stood in shock, unable to do anything.
After 10 minutes of staring, gun pointing, and being frozen in place, the thing finally got itself free and turned its active camouflage off. I don't know how it was possible, but Sleepingdragon80's eyes opened even wider. The thing under the active camo, was very… different. The thing seemed to be about the size of a 12 year-old human child in MJOLNIR armor. It had a pistol strapped to its side, and had a modified battle rifle strapped to its back. About that time, Master Chief and Joshua came bursting from the back room in full armor, making the elites jump, but they never took eyes off of the small Spartan. When the Spartan saw the Master Chief and 3l33tgam3r, it did the strangest thing, saluted.
"It's a Spartan?" the Chief asked no one in particular.
"Evidently." Sleepingdragon80 replied, never lowering her weapon. "I think you should ask who he is."
So with a heavy sigh, the Master Chief strode over the small Spartan. "State your name and number, soldier!" The Chief yelled sharply.
"Kevin, SPARTAN 059, sir!"
"You can't be a Spartan! You're too young." Joshua exclaimed.
"Take your helmet off soldier! You are to always address me without your helmet in a non-hostile environment, understand?!?" Chief said.
"I understand you, sir!" And so Kevin took his helmet off. Everyone gasped. For, under the helmet, was the face of a six grade level child. At that very moment, Kevin saw the elites and drew his pistol. But Master Chief stepped between them and said, "It's okay son, their with us, in a way."
Two Hours Later…
To fill Kevin in on what had happened so far, they all moved into the back room of the cheese shop and arranged themselves around a table, then told him the story while the elites were looking around for cheese, every now and then announcing their opinion, whether they had been listening or not, much to the annoyance of the chief.
"So, what I understand is, that these elites crash land on earth, they're looking for cheese, and the government sent you three Spartans out to take them into custody." Kevin stated after hearing the entire story (which took awhile).
"Correct." Said Master Chief. " Now, why are you here, and why are you so… young?"
"I can't give that information. I can say that High Command sent me to give you a hand."
"Why wasn't I…"
"Raxacorikafallapatorious!"
"WHAT???" They all scream at the black-armored elite standing in the corner, chewing on a hunk of bread.
"That's what I said. Raxacorikafallapatorious. It's the planet we're trying to go to. They have lovely cheese there." The elite said thoughtfully.
"As I was saying…"
"Isn't it Raxacorikafallapatoria?" A white-armored elite said.
"No, its Raxacorikafallapatorious." The black one replied.
"I've always heard it pronounced Raxacorikafallapatoria." The white elite stated plainly.
"ENOUGH, ENOUGH, ENOUGH, ENOUGH!!!!!" Sleepingdragon80 yelled, silencing them. "JUST LOOK AT A MAP, AND GET IT OVER WITH!!!!"
"Why don't you make us?" The white one asked.
The arguing went on for 10 minutes, before an elite in pink-armor said, "What's that noise?"
To Be Continued…
Authors Second Note:
It's been forever, but here is the third chapter in the exciting series starring Master Chief, 3l33tgam3r117, and Sleepingdragon80! If you were wondering how to pronounce Raxacorikafallapatorious, or Raxacorikafallapatoria, break it down, and pronounce it as it's spelled.
Dedicated to Kevin, the sixth grader who was smart enough to realize he was too old for the SPARTAN program.
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