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((Don't change it. And I am not being sarcastic. I really do appreciate someone posting for me when I am not on.))

"Cut what boss?"

I say, turning to him. Looking at what he is pointing to, I raise my arm and clench my fist once, a large mono-molecular blade shooting out of the underside of my wrist. With a quick check of the surroundings, I thrust my arm at the metal wall, my blade sinking directly into the metal like it was butter.

((A regular blade's edge is really dull wehn looked at in a microscope. But my mono-molecular blade, has a single line of tiny but strong molecules. This helps to seperate any material, except for another mono-molecular blade.))

With a couple of twists of my wrist, I cut a large enough hole for us to climb through.

"One hole, as ordered sir!"

Not wanting to be left behind, I jump down after him, My metal legs taking the brunt of the force as I land on something tilted and Rather unstable.

"Take it easy once you get down here Sir!"

I shout up the hole at my Co.

"It is fine! But wouldn't you rather be down here with me?"

I joke back, kicking my heels together, creating some sparks. They ignight the stream of gas that I had been releasing, and a jet of flames shoot out of my mecha feet with a dull roar. Focusing the flame stream to a fine burn, I lessen the consumtion of fuel, and provide more thrust, lifint me, and my CO upwards, out of the dangerous area beneath.

((What is your character's name. I can't just keep calling you my CO now can I?))

"Yes it is. I have my secrets..."

I trail off, fireing a small jet of flames behind me, the orange energy shooting from my shoulders, which were both mechanical. I fall forwards, my feet loosing their lifting capability. I touch down with an unbelieveable silence, my feet's claws digging into the metal, letting me get my ballance, before letting go and retracting into my boots.

"Sometimes, being made out of metal has it's advantages."

"yeah...that is one of the downsides from being made out of metal. Any of the Spartans will agree with you about that little issue."

I say, sitting down next to him, waiting for the other person to get down.

Kristi and the other approached the ship later and Kristi hopped out, "Ok leave a few behind, these guys are taking to long and I'm going down to find out what the hell happened..." She took out both of her combat knives and examined them. She slid the sharp edges against each other making them a bit sharper, but not much, and headed in through the opened door that Breenans crew made before.

((If i typed out the wrong senario then tell me and I'll reedit))

((All right..sorry..Ill delete the post.))

He stood and looked around, he was tired of waiting for something to attack, he felt like a sitting duck. It was quiet at lest. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Well it wouldnt be long anyways. The covenant were most likely dieing to attack.