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@mandatedmartinet-blog
I never did get to make a lot of reaction images for the Martinet but I have a few.
Poor Martin
I wonder if he’d make a good turian…
That’s exactly what I’m thinking, how do I human. Thank you for your clarifying my inner thoughts
remember when I tried to doodle Martin every night before bed?
yeah
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*smirking a tiny bit, he peeked past the elite* Ahhh…well, may e we could help one-another then..
The Martinet was less than enthusiastic. Working with people was not something he was accustomed to, or particularly wanting of. "Don't you have other humans to work with?"
The Spartan completed her roundabout inspection of the alien before her, before finally stopping to face him; hands clasped behind her back and feet set shoulder width apart. It was hard for her not to swim past a desire that sang in her very blood to kill. But despite what everyone had intended Echo was not simply a machine for killing. She accepted the role readily, but there was more beneath the surface. Things that gave her pause, made her question the right choice. This alien’s words rang true, and his conviction could be heard in every syllable.
“Quite correct. I’m sure your kind learned that quite well some time ago,” What was it that they had called Sierra 117? A demon? Everyone knew of his accomplishments—how he had turned the tide of war essentially. He was held up as a symbol of what the other Spartans should strive to achieve; when they weren’t thrown at their enemies like lambs to slaughter, that is.
“Everyone has a name. But you only give a title,” Echo observed. There was something ironic about that, something that the Spartan could find herself understanding quite well. “Martinet. Where are you venturing to? The jungles of Requiem are not just filled with your rebel Covenant.”
A consensus seemed to have been reached. She stopped now; still rigid but not overly aggressive. Perhaps it had been a good conclusion. Not that he would cut his suspicions. Better to be over-paranoid than relaxed and dead. Only one of those paths let him continue his work.
Whatever she was inferring must have been from the war. His knowledge summed up to rumors and what angry warriors had yelled at each other over the cease fire. He knew very little about single individuals but the Arbiter, the san 'shyuum and the Demon. Was that what she referred to? He had heard many things about the events surrounding the sacred rings, none of which he knew what to believe. He would rather not voice his ignorance to that. Not now.
What he did know was that those events had thrown the sangheili into crisis. The gods were always illusive and now many were unsure of their divinity at all. He did not care. "I have met the Forerunner guardians. If the gods wish to stand in my way than I will fight them too."
The Martinet paused, looking to where he had planned to go. His body had been tilted in that direction, ready to move when he was released from this conversation. He now turned to face Echo fully. "I had intended to observe their holds for later attacks." He struggled another moment, trying to find the human phrase he needed. "Guerrilla tactics."
*he glances around, narrowing his eyes at the elite* are there any other hostile covies in the area?
He mumbled something angrily in sangheili. "Traitors." He corrected and gestured to the area behind him. "My work demands their death."
“I refuse.” He holstered the weapon instead. If the human chose to shoot him for it, his shields could take a hit or two.
*narrowing his eyes behind his helmet, the spartan holstered his aswell. No doubt he could take him down, but he wanted to try something new rather than shoot and scoot* hm. You’re a smart one.
"We cull the ones who are not," the Martinet said nonchalant. It was a simple truth, an act done for the good of a keep.
He didn't show any worry over Capparzo's presence. Only the not so subtle annoyance at having his work interrupted. Again. "What do you want human, I have work to do."
spartan-173 replied to your post: spartan-173 replied to your post: *sweeps a...
((IS IT BAD THAT IM SQUEALING RIGHT NOW. LOOK AT IT))
((I would be very disappointed if you weren't.))
s293-capparzo replied to your post: *sweeps a corner, seeing the elite and leveling his rifle at him*
*does not lower his battle rifle, but motions the barrel to the elite’s concussion rifle* drop it.
"I refuse." He holstered the weapon instead. If the human chose to shoot him for it, his shields could take a hit or two.
spartan-173 replied to your post: *sweeps a corner, seeing the elite and leveling his rifle at him*
omfg that picture
[You humans are ridiculous]
*sweeps a corner, seeing the elite and leveling his rifle at him*
If you shoot me, human, I will be very annoyed.
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Tex crossed her arms. “What is it with you guys and titles,” She groaned, eyes flicking back to the…Martinet.
“Agent Texas. Just call me Tex.” She nodded at him. She debated on just calling him Mart, but she could already tell that that wouldn’t fly.
"You say this like humans do not have their own oddities."
Humans did not take their names as seriously. It didn't mean the same things it meant to sangheili. He did not quite grasp the informality of it, or the reason. Laziness? At any rate, he supposed it would be more respectful to do as she asked. "Tex?" It was more of a test of the syllable than an actual query.
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Not sure if she should label him as a threat or not. Either way she kept her distance and her hand close to her holstered pistol. “Do you need anything?” She asked him
"Not unless you have information to share on our mutual enemy." He debated adding a statement as he had about passing through but a replacement word for the insufferable "P" word eluded him too long for relevance.
its another sangheili. i thought that i was almost alone in this place full of humans
And I was not informed of any other sangheili near besides my targets. So you see why I may not the most welcoming.
“That is what you humans call us.” He said rather bluntly.
“I could think of worse names.” She replied sharply, she wasn’t very fond of them but she could deal with them.
"As I could for you." The Martinet's responses remaind matter-of-fact. He wasn't fond of pissing contests.
mandatedmartinetstarted following you
“Elite?” She eyed them curiously.
"That is what you humans call us." He said rather bluntly.
