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<< Shield World 006 "Sarcophagus" // Aboard the M510 Mammoth >>
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	[b]”You seem ready for battle, but there is more I would know about you. I was given a document with your history, but I would prefer to ask you myself. You are unusual for one of your kind. Your armor, equipment, the way you act towards them… you have worked with the Humans long before the idea of this team was conceived. You also fight without a bond brother, yet the spikes on your back show that you do, or did, have one. I am curious what events brought you here.” [/b]Vael said. Tasuma thought to itself, unusual yes, and yes, it had worked with humans before Aegis was created. The Sangheili was a perceptive one, but then again, Tasuma knew that most were. Its story was quite a long one, and it began to think about how to structure the story, or even how to tell it. It knew that humans liked to embellish their stories, inject humor, draw the listener in with drama and tension. It knew that some Sangheili enjoyed heroic tales, by human standards, like their ancient epics. Or status reports, Tasuma supposed. Lekgolo communicated stories very differently however, and it likely would not be biologically feasible to do it the way the Lekgolo do it. 

	Thankfully, they were interrupted. Spartan Aviza had appeared with a query, concerning an unknown pattern of Energy Sword she had in her hands. Giving the colony time to collect its thoughts. But... the sword was a 'Spartan Killer'? Of the Silent Shadow? Tasuma looked at the blades hilt with curiosity, it had heard of no such thing before. It knew that the Spartan Clans were the greatest warriors of humanity. These red swords must be rare, for it to have appeared here in this vehicle for use by the team, someone must have 'pulled some strings', as the humans called it. Spartan Aviza then took off her helmet and suggested they go up a deck to plan out the next move. Commander Vael felt... Tasuma rose its spikes in an attempt to hone its sense. Anger? Most Sangheili wore anger on their sleeves, even to allies and each other. Irritation? And an attempt to be civil in a strange alliance? Tasuma wondered, but ultimately, the colony was amused. Most didn't care for the history of Hunters. Though the Commander did give Tasuma an order to explore the vehicle, a wise decision, if there was an attack the Hunter would need to know where it could go and where it couldn't. Showing that Vael liked to know the abilities of the team, in its environment. Then the Spartan and Sangheili departed, going up the stairs.

	With Tasuma looking around the vehicle, it wasn't long that another grabbed its attention. Grik called the Hunter over, and Tasuma walked towards the friendly Unggoy. Grik gestured to a pile of forerunner metals, saying that he was done with his work. Tasuma was pleased, it would get to taste Forerunner material so soon? It wasn't exactly what its ancestors feasted on many years ago, but it was close enough. The metal-skin of Forerunner sentinels, the Holy Warriors of The Sacred Rings. Tasuma waved its assault cannon over the pile, its claws sifting through the pieces. After a moment it picked out a clean piece of scrap. It rose the piece to its helmet, so that the others knew it was examining it. Its team was being sociable, getting to know each other. Perhaps it should attempt to do the same.
[b]"Ancient Lekgolo consumed the Rings of Te... we always wondered how it tastes."[/b] Tasuma spoke, looking at the metal. Just under its helmet, a hole appeared between the individual lekgolo, and Tasuma placed the scrap inside. The hole closed. It was... [b]"Disappointing."[/b] Tasuma remarked. But it didn't spit it out, instead it rolled the metal inside of the colony, chipping away at it little by little. [b]"Hard. Reminds us of Nanolaminate. But Nanolaminate becomes... chewy. Titanium-A. Easily best, to us. Cold, when brittle, becomes crunchy. A pleasant snack. Like... big potato chips."[/b] Tasuma said to Grik and Ben. Tasuma then picked up the pieces and walked over to the lockers, placing them inside. [b]"We will clean them later. They will make a good snack for long deployments. Thank you."[/b] Tasuma said. 

	Tasuma then turned to the stairs and approached the right side stairwell. One of the Mammoth crewmembers, monitoring a console on the side of the troop bay, saw the Hunter and ran up to it.
[b]"Woah woah, hold on there big guy, I know the stairs are rated for Spartans but you're like... ten of 'em at once!"[/b] The crewman said. In response, the Hunter looked at the man for a moment, then leaned over him menacingly, craning its neck to seem taller. Though, the Hunters spikes remained still. [b]"Ah- I mean, you're looking great for a Hunter, slim and strong, not saying you're fat. You're just-"[/b]
Tasuma interrupted him with a, [b]"Ha! Hah, hah."[/b]
[b]"You're?"[/b] The crewman was confused, [b]"Laughing? Ah you big joker."[/b] he chuckled nervously. Tasuma went back to its normal posture and looked at its shield. [b]"Ah maybe if you- yeah, uh huh."[/b] Tasuma walked over and placed both its assault cannon, and two ton shield, under the stair well. [b]"Maybe on all fours? Spread out the weight a little, it's why the Mammoths wheels are so wide. If they were any smaller it'd just sink into the ground and get stuck."[/b]
Tasuma followed the crewmans instruction, and placed its two hands on the stairs first, widening its grip, taking up two stairs per hand. It looked to the crewman, who nodded. The Hunter then carefully walked up the stairs, and after a few moments, the Hunter had successfully ascended the stairwell without falling through the stairs itself. It looked back at the crewman, who gave it a double thumbs up. Tasuma in reply nodded in thanks. It walked over to the cockpit, where the command section was, arriving several minutes into whatever conversation was happening.
[b]"We are present."[/b] Tasuma announced in a well practiced 'inside' voice. Though its heavy footsteps may have given it away before his announcement.

A deck below, the Crewman returned to his post. [b]"Man the girlfriends never gonna believe that I was on the ass-end of a Hunters joke. Didn't even know they [i]could[/i] joke."[/b]
The other crewman next to him snorted with amusement.