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PUSHING THE STORY
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Some time later, through a good deal of grumpy looks, awkward silence, and stealthy flying on Ramo's part, the phantom and crew touched down on the target asteroid. Hidden behind a particularly large rock outcropping, the team unloaded from the phantom. The hunter pair came first, High Councilor between them, shortly followed by Rava and Katan. Behind them came Rak and Ramo, and everyone else really. They all peered around, some wary, some excited, some generally emotionless at the prospect of slaughtering a bunch of heretics.
They were, thankfully, within walking distance of where the base was estimated to be, just out of sight of possible watchmen. As the Councilor began explaining the mission- Still grumpy, apparently, and having been silent for the phantom ride- Rak tuned out, only mumbles reaching his ears as he simply stared around, drumming his fingers on his thigh absently. He furrowed his brows, stomach suddenly rumbling, and with that his thought train trailed off further.
I wonder if the heretics are meaty.... Maybe I can steal a quick meal while nobodies looking...? The food on the ship is so bland, I could use a good chunk of Sangheili right now...
With that thought, he gave a brief glance to the elites standing around him, resisting the urge to lick his lips before shrugging and turning his gaze towards where the heretic base was estimated to be. He'd find a meal there, certainly...
At a particularly firm snap of speech from the Councilor, Rak's attention snapped back to the group, head shaking a moment to clear other thoughts from it. A few of the group were staring at him, apparently having noticed he hadn't been paying attention. He made no attempt to hide it, simply shrugging and pointing at the Arbiter.
"He was picking his nose."
Just trying to get yourself killed, aren't you?