IS THIS THING DANGEROUS?
@fewdents gets a starter from Operator
Operator stirred slightly. They had been resting somewhere warm, where they could sun bathe, but a shadow had fallen over them. A glance upwards revealed a tall, armoured figure, not too unlike Toaster… and if Operator had a more traditional mouth, they would have given a satisfied smirk. They were originally going to complain about the sudden shade, but instead they now arched they back and stretched, their behind raising into the air a little before they got to their feet, looking the stranger up and down. Unless they were very much mistaken…
“Ah~ A Spartan?” They purred, cupping their chin and planting their lower hands on their hips. “Well this is a pleasant surprise~ I trust you’re not here to deal with me like those Covenant hm?” They chuckled, ear fins flicking. “That being said, I am partial to a little rough treatment…” Their tail flicked, and they looked up at him, their demeanour quite playful.
“So who might you be~?”
Covered in dirt, gravel, and smears of what looked like fluorescent orange blood, the Spartan certainly didn’t look half as comfortable and clean as this... What is this. This very shiny, very curvy... Alien. Probably an alien. Clearly not Covenant though. The physical differences and the general lack of hostility was more than enough to give 1337 the cue to lower his weapon, even if he can’t help the way his head tilts to the side in nearly palpable confusion.
“ Never seen anything like you before. “ He mutters, mostly to himself, but it’s audible for certain.
Four arms, floating bits and pieces, and a long, thick tail sweeping out behind them that he’d gotten a rather good view of when the alien had risen from what looked like a peaceful slumber. The tail alone seemed like a valid weapon. If blow came to blow, he’d likely have to avoid it lest he take a hit from it. He’d never seen anything quite like... This. But this wasn’t trying to kill him, whisk him off on yet another horrible misadventure, or feed him to their babies...
1337 rights himself and quickly shoots a few glances around the sunny clearing. No babies in sight. All Clear.
They speak and the Spartan II nearly jumps, instead returning his attention to the four armed alien. Surprise surprise, they spoke English and they knew what he was, right on sight. Intelligent, clearly. Their comment about rough treatment makes the tips of his ears burn, though there’s no real outward indication he actually understood. But he did, oh, he definitely did.
“ Spartan 1337, Chief Petty Officer. And uh, you’re definitely not Covenant. “ Considering that the Covenant is all kill first ask questions never... Yeah, it’s not a hard leap to make at all. Even for him. “ As long as you aren’t a genocidal maniac, we should be good. If you are... Then we’re not. “ For emphasis, he cocks the shotgun in hand, but after a moment he’s quick to lower it yet again. Didn’t want to piss this thing off after all. Just in case, he keeps a close eye on those fancy ear fins because they look an awful lot like a physical tell. Nice. Certainly easier to read than people in that regard he had to admit.
“ Who’re you? And- what, are you? “
