Ramo Zarianee sat in the hanger, watching a trio of grunts playing near a phantom as he waited for something to happen. Apparently, he was supposed to doing a mission in a small while, and there was going to be a signal for the squad to head to the hanger, but right now he needed to be patient. As far as Ramo was concerned, the grunts at the phantom were to be taking one of the plasma cannons off of the phantom, checking it for any issues, sending it to a Huragok if it needed repairs and then replacing it on the dropship. It would be wrong to say that the plasma cannon had barely been touched. It had been touched alright, except that the touch was one of the three grunts bumping into the cannon, making it hover slightly off of the weapon's tripod, the entire cannon being tilted down and toward the ground. This was enough to make Ramo stand up from where he was sitting, and stride over to the trio of grunts. The trio looked at him, cowardly looks in their eyes as they wondered why the pilot was striding over to them. 

Then it hit them, almost as hard as Ramo was prepared to do physically if they didn't do their jobs. Ramo came to a stop a few feet away from the grunts, and clenched his fists. Without a word, the three grunts walked up to the plasma cannon, took it off of the tripod and began their inspection of the weapon. With a low growl, Ramo walked onto the ramp of the phantom, glaring at the grunts. He didn't like when aircraft were disrespected. It was a bad habit, a pilot's habit, but Ramo didn't care. What came next infuriated him more.

One of the tree grunts walked up to Ramo, and said "We have found an issue with the weapon-" The grunt was cut off by a loud growl coming from Ramo, who looked at the grunt with frustrated eyes, and slapped the poor Unggoy across the face with the back of his hand.
"Then [b]get a Huragok to fix it, and do your job instead of fooling around, or I will personally punish you![/b]" It didn't a second for the grunt to realize that the Sangheili pilot in front of his was very angry, and immediately ran to his comrades to help them lift the plasma cannon to try to find a Huragok to repair it.

Ramo sighed, watching the grunts run off with the bulky weapon. His anger was starting to fade away, and he was left standing on the ramp of the phantom. A few grunts and jackals passed, shared glances at Ramo, then walked off. Ramo wished that he had something to do, and luckily that came. It came in the form of the blink of a red light on his helmet's HUD, and a chirp-like noise. [i]That has to be the signal for the squad,[/i] The Sangheili pilot thought. [i]I guess I can just wait here then.[/i] Ramo crossed his arms, and waited.