(Obertiera)

L:midhgns shdfg shdgfasd?

Travis: Sorry ma'am. This is a restricted area.

(they/them)

L:rehrshfj? dshfsbhfdh afdbksf *translate to english* but this is my home world why do i need to be to to leave by outsiders like u

Travis: Huh?

L:*switches to english* is this better?

Travis: Yeah

L:what i was saying was why do i need to be told to leave when is is my home planet

Travis: This area is restricted! Now scram!

L:*sits down* no your not my dad

Travis: I'm on a patrol

L:yea cool what ever *rolls eyes*

Travis: Get out or I'll make you *pulls out MA40*

L:fine damn *leaves to another part of town*

Travis: ...

L:*sees him* what now

Travis: .

L:what?

Travis: .

Travis: .

L:u told me to leave one area what u want me to leave this one to

Travis: Nothing

L:thank the gods

(Coraxia)
*He is a reasonable distance away from him.*
???: Who are you?

Travis: Now. Get in the hog!

Ace: Alright. *does so*

Travis: *drives*

Ace: *waiting*

Travis: *drifts the warthog almost flipping it*

Ace: GAH! Seriously?!

Travis: Sorry

Ace: *sigh* It's ok. Let's just keep going.

Travis: *drives*

Ace: *waiting again* (just keep on doing the thing every time it reach the unreplyable comment, for example right now)

Travis: Who the hell are you?

???: I'll tell you after you answer my question.

Travis: I am an UNSC spartan. Heard there's covenant on your planet.

???: Never heard of 'em. My name is MPUD 135, but you can call me Ace.

Travis: Good to meet you Ace

Ace: Good to meet you too. What brings you to my home specifically?

Travis: The covenant are mining resources from here. We're trying to take those mines over.

Ace: I can help with that.

(tas

(Ok, but reply to my first comment. The one with the picture.)

Travis: Help me find covenant patrols

(Wait, is that a question or a task?)

*they spot a covenant camp*

Ace: Should we deal with this one on foot?

Travis: Yeah

Ace: Alright then. Let’s deal with these bozos!

Travis: *pulls out a sniper from his back* We're gonna do this quietly ok?

Ace: Ok. *One of his robo-hands turn into an assault-rifle-like laser gun. It’s suppressed. He also stops flying, then retracts the propeller and sprouts two pairs of wheels, possibly to reduce sound.*

Travis: *shoots one grunt*

Ace: *also shoots a grunt*

Travis: ..

Ace: *looking for more grunts*

Travis: *shoots a brute and an elite*

Ace: *shoots 7 grunts*

Travis: *shoots an elite*

(sure) Travis: ...

Ace: Alright. Where to look first?

Travis: Hop in the warthog gunner seat! *Gets into the warthog*

Ace: Ok then. *he flys into the gunner seat*

Travis: *drives*

Ace: Alright, just tell me when to start shooting.

*the pass some covenant grunts* Travis: FIRE!

Ace: *quickly flies up to the gun, aims at them, and kills them, only missing one or two shots*

Travis: Nice, go get a plasma pistol or a needler from them!

Ace: Don't need 'em. I got my own weapons. *one of Ace's robo-hands turns into a laser pistol, then a regular shotgun, then a plasma machine gun* See?

Travis: Heh. Cool...

(Do the thing again)
Ace: Heh heh, thanks.