[h1][center][color=0072bc]Ben-E218[/color][/center][/h1] 

Ben saw the Unggoy sleeping in the stairwell. He would have said something, but he was just too cute to disturb. Such sloth would have been lethal on the battlefield, God knows Ben killed plenty of sleeping Grunts who were caught dozing in the middle of a warzone. Why The Covenant had tolerated such behavior was beyond him. Even normal human soldiers and marines would get in serious trouble for nodding off when they were supposed to be on duty.

The mammoth had come to a halt. The Spartan-III took the opportunity to scan the horizon once again, only to find no immediate threats, although he did spot a few drones in the extreme distance, though none of them approached the mammoth. When the others began to gather around Vael, Ben joined the rest of his team, careful to keep his distance from the Elite; he had a feeling that his species preferred to have a fair amount of personal space. He spoke to Vael, inquiring on their status.

[color=0072bc]"Have we received further orders? We're halted here out in the open, and we're exposed. No one has attacked us since we entered the mammoth, but our luck can't last forever."[/color]