[fic] TF/RvB
Well, kids, here goes the next part of TCTSNEH. Wrapping up the semester, I've got some more time to devote to writing than I did before!
"Holy fucking shit!" The exclamation caused Hound to divert his attention from the two organics directly in front of him. The other three organics and the heavily-armored vehicle had turned in his direction. Hound made a split-second decision; he knelt in front of the strange creatures.
"Bah weep grannah weep ninny bong," he said in a slow, measured voice, praying to Primus that maybe, just maybe he could fix this whole situation.
"The fuck was that?" asked the cobalt-clad one in an incredulous voice. 'So much for that plan,' thought Hound, then he caught sight of the black-armored organic tilting its head to the side, as if studying him.
"Church, stand down," it said suddenly, and the one called Church turned to it in surprise.
"Tex, this thing might fucking kill all of us!" Tex shook its head.
"I don't think so. It used the 'universal greeting.' They taught us to use it whenever we wanted to be friendlies with new species...or in case the Covenant ever decided to leave us all the fuck alone."
"When the hell did they teach you that?"
"You fucktard, you sat next to me in class for that one!" Tex made as though to cuff Church on the back of the head, but then thought better of it. It turned to Hound, who had been watching the exchange with great interest. "Bah weep grannah weep ninny bong," it said in the direction of the kneeling mech.
A smile lit upon Hound's face and he nodded his head. Deciding to give communications an attempt, he said, "My designation is Hound."
"I'm Tex, this fucktard is Church, and behind us are Caboose, Tucker, Sheila, and Junior." Tex looked at hound for a moment more. "would you like to come into the base? It's all more relaxed in there, and we can get out of our armor."
Hound looked at the building nearby and nodded. "That would be appropriate."
To be continued...
Comments are appreciated!
"Holy fucking shit!" The exclamation caused Hound to divert his attention from the two organics directly in front of him. The other three organics and the heavily-armored vehicle had turned in his direction. Hound made a split-second decision; he knelt in front of the strange creatures.
"Bah weep grannah weep ninny bong," he said in a slow, measured voice, praying to Primus that maybe, just maybe he could fix this whole situation.
"The fuck was that?" asked the cobalt-clad one in an incredulous voice. 'So much for that plan,' thought Hound, then he caught sight of the black-armored organic tilting its head to the side, as if studying him.
"Church, stand down," it said suddenly, and the one called Church turned to it in surprise.
"Tex, this thing might fucking kill all of us!" Tex shook its head.
"I don't think so. It used the 'universal greeting.' They taught us to use it whenever we wanted to be friendlies with new species...or in case the Covenant ever decided to leave us all the fuck alone."
"When the hell did they teach you that?"
"You fucktard, you sat next to me in class for that one!" Tex made as though to cuff Church on the back of the head, but then thought better of it. It turned to Hound, who had been watching the exchange with great interest. "Bah weep grannah weep ninny bong," it said in the direction of the kneeling mech.
A smile lit upon Hound's face and he nodded his head. Deciding to give communications an attempt, he said, "My designation is Hound."
"I'm Tex, this fucktard is Church, and behind us are Caboose, Tucker, Sheila, and Junior." Tex looked at hound for a moment more. "would you like to come into the base? It's all more relaxed in there, and we can get out of our armor."
Hound looked at the building nearby and nodded. "That would be appropriate."
To be continued...
Comments are appreciated!