I'm a leader, not a fighter!

“I am not small I am a computer program.”

Church could sense a veiled insult when he heard one. The hologram crossed his arms in mild irritation.

“That ‘personality’ is going to help us win this war against Charon, General. I’m not some cheap Dumb AI, I’m the most advanced thing in this city, as far as I can tell. So let’s focus on that, and not me.”

“Very well.”

The AI was starting to get on his nerves, although Doyle had no reason to get angry. They all had to work together after all. That was just their problem, though. 

They all had no idea how to work together.

“Dude. The sword didn’t make me pregnant if that’s what you’re worried about.” Tucker smirked and laughed. “I just had to go on some stupid quest thing and the alien knocked me up while I was sleeping. I don’t think you have Sangheili here anyways. The sword is pretty cool though, huh?”

“Oh, thank god.”

Doyle let out a breath of relief.

“You’re… so tall…” He retorted. Taste of his own medicine for calling t small 

“Junior drank a gallon of his blood.” He smirked. “Why are you so interested now in it?”

“I-I’m not sure anymore.”

“Oh sure! I’m not really doing anything else anyways. Well.. Not anything important.” After getting an ice pack for the general, She pulled his arm over her shoulder, and helped him to his office. She may not sound it, but she was a little worried for the General.

He never did tell her how he got that injury, but she’d rather not push it. More than likely, he tripped and hurt himself that way.

“If you need me, remember that you can always use the private communications thing to contact me.”

Now probably wasn’t the time to mention he had no idea how to use that. But he was sure he could figure it out, if it ever came to that. Or he could use the comm. system. That was always fun. 

Doyle looked down at the files on his desk, and he remembered something he had to do. Might as well kill two birds with one stone.

{    Felix tilted his head and grinned, watching the man. He couldn’t remember this guy’s    name, didn’t care to, but Locus talks about him once in a while. So he wasn’t worried    when he saw the other’s hand go for his gun. Fuck, this guy probably doesn’t even    know how to aim.    }

“       Felix. You alright? Look kinda tense. “

The man doesn’t outright attack him, so that was a good sign. 

Doyle’s still wary, but there’s not much he can do if this guy does try to kill him. He can just hope that the other man isn’t planning to kill him. Whatever the man's intentions are, he's sure not going to find out by shooting him. 

There's also the reason Doyle is out here in the first place. 

Church just sighed. Again. He was actually surprised by the general’s admission, tilting his head curiously at Doyle.

“Wait, what? You’ve never seen an AI before? We’re not exactly a rare treasure, dude.”

Then again, Chorus was a backwater world, forgotten by the UNSC. He doubted their infrastructure had any sort of automation that required the use of an artificial intelligence.

“Well, I’ve heard AI but I’ve never seen one like you. Here, they’re just voices. They don’t have...personality like you.”

“Dude. I have birth to a Sangheili baby. Of course it fucking hurt. Don’t get me wrong, I love the little guy, but ow.” He shrugged. “Church flipped his shit, I was passed out for a few days, Doc was being weirdly motherly, and Caboose almost died from blood loss.”

“C-caboose almost died? How?”

Church could only sigh. “Okay, everyone, let’s take a break, shall we?” As the other people in the war room began to disband, the AI floated over to Doyle.

“Not you, general. I think we should discuss this in private, okay? What was up with the blank staring? We’ve got shit to do, here.” He felt like a stern teacher at this point, but if that’s what it took to get all this information across to everyone, so be it.

“Sorry.” 

For some reason, Doyle felt like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. 

“I’ve never seen anything like you. It’s quite strange, to say the least.”

{    Oh, this is gonna be fun.    }

“       Yeah, just looking for a way         through here. You wouldn’t         happen to know a quick way         through the city, would you? “

It’s the armor that throws him off. It’s not any Fed he knows. It’s not any armor he recognizes. But it’s not the enemy’s armor either.

“Dude. Lots of things have hurt in my life. You’re gonna have to be more specific.” Tucker rolled his eyes inside his helmet.

“The-the procreation.”

After giving the general a glare for that ridiculous description. She went on to examine the damage to his leg. “Well, first things first, You’re going to have to stay off of this leg, at least until it heals. There’s a bit of swelling here. Although it doesn’t seem to be broken in any way. I recommend an ice pack, and lots of rest. Otherwise you might just make it worse.”

“Noted, Dr. Grey.”

The last thing he wanted was to end up in more serious trouble because he tripped. It’s not like he saw much action anyways, so the rest thing was fine by him. Staying at his desk would bring back memories of his secretary days. Those were good times.

“You wouldn’t mind helping me with getting to my office? Or, ah, with the ice pack?”