Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-4794494-20141123021722/@comment-25357035-20141127060218

Yozoz sighs. " Finaly! Alright, sir. Cloaked Missionary, abort mission."

Frozo: Why?

Yozoz: We gotta help the Kig-Yar leaders.

Frozo: (To lance) Alright, my grunty buddies! Let's find those Kig-Bosses!

Unggoy: Okey-dey!

The mic shuts off. Yozoz stare out into the stars in the window, sadly.

Yozoz: You know what, Charmer?

Charmer: Yes, my friend?

Yozoz: On Beta Maximus, Zuzu told me that he wanted to go home. You might remember- it was when we were on that skyscraper. He was always the coward... before he died in your house. But I thought he meant he wanted to get away from the battle because he was scared. Now I understand. He just wanted to go home. To Balaho. To our universe. Most of us Unggoy do. Home... I want to see my family. My mate and my pups... I'm tired of fighting this war. It is not my war. Mine is with the Brutes and Jul 'Mdama

Yozoz looks at Charmer.

Yozoz: This is your war. You must now think I am a coward. But wouldn't you miss Flower if you were away from her, fighting in a different universe? Even in this univese. After this battle, I will find a way back. I have my own wars to fight. And my own family. I do support the fight against the Chat. And I would give my life in it...

Yozoz looks down at New Eden. On The streets, Cloaked Missionary is speeding foward on ghosts. Frozo leans forward and accelerates. A rocket smashes into his ghost, which shoots into the air leaving plumes of black smoke. Mercenaries run out of buildings, firing SMGs at the other three ghosts, which sputter to a halt as their drivers are killed one by one.

On the Augury of Justice, piles of dead Sangheili, Kig-Yar, and Unggoy lie on the floor as Black Fang mercenaries step over their blood, which is splattered all over the ground. One Unggoy Minor pushes himself off the floor onto his knees. A shotgun shell is instantly spent on his brains, which explode around it.

Glofnog grabs his plasma pistol from off the ground and aims it at Minnae. A limp Zealot is hurled through the air at him, which knocks him cold to the ground.

Yozoz: ...but just how many of my peoples' lives is it worth?