#spittercastequeen

The Cyborg wandered into view, summoned by the cacophany, watching as Queenie attacked various piles of scrap metal. Toaster didn't really mind per say, it was scrap after all, but there was concern from the Cyborg at least as he reached over and lightly tugged Queenie's tail to get her attention.

Death wasn’t anything new for the Spartan. He had been the cause of it for many years. Be it enemy covenant soldiers during the Human-Covenant wars or Insurrectionists. He took no pride in it. It was just about survival and protecting the UEG and her civilians from harm. He did what had to be done, what he was trained to do. During his battles however he noticed a strange figure in the distance. The stranger seemed to be on a horse and she would always be in the distance over the slain on the battlefield. He never approached the stranger but she would always be there. He was the only one to see her as when he asked other marines if they saw the woman they would reply with no. Even reviewing the footage didn’t show anything. Perhaps it was just battle fatigue.

Another battle had started since the last time the Spartan had saw the stranger and she was the last thing on his mind. The battle had turned towards the Insurrectionist favor. The UNSC forces were pinned down and 197 was fighting along side his daughter and her squad. The fighting was intense and soon a grenade had landed near Rebecca. The Spartan had covered his daughter by acting as a shield and absorbed the grenade blast. The UNSC forces were soon able to turn the tides and win but the Spartan was badly injured. He was rushed to a UNSC field hospital with Rebecca staying by his side.

When the Spartan awoke he wasn’t in a hospital but in a strange land. It felt peaceful but he couldn’t place his finger on where he was.

How about a night out~?

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@spittercastequeen

He looked it over with a grin that seemed more than pleased. Knowing fully well it would be added to a special collection, that only he knew the location of. Keeping both secret and safe.

Baron Kazimir was seeing red... literally for once. Wherever he was was dark and a little damp, and he’d had to activate his night vision. As such everything he could see was bathed in red, but even with his limited vision he could pick out things that looked amiss.

In particular was that shiny thing. It looked like polished obsidian covered in oil. Whatever it was seemed to be giving off some kind of life signs, and was unmistakably huge. It seemed to have turned its head towards him to, as he could make out some sharp looking teeth under that crown like mantle on its head. He raised his right arm, pointing a hefty metal finger at the being.