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Poll: Have fun; Can you finish the story? Read before voting please. [closed]
| A Star nameplate:
10%
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(2 Votes)
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| Emiles face:
24%
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(5 Votes)
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| A crap portrait of Marty:
43%
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(9 Votes)
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Total Votes: 21
A Sangheili Field Marshall hears a shout in the night...
"One ODST is better than two Elites!".
The Sangheili Field Marshall sends two of his best Sangheili Rangers to find and kill the intruding ODST.
The two Elite Rangers do not return and then the Sangheili Field Marshall hears ....
"One ODST is better than five Elites!".
The Field Marshall now very angry sends out two pairs of Hunters, eight more Elites and a couple of suicide grunts to eliminate the mocking voice.
None of them return not even a grunt and then he hears ....
"One ODST is better than fifty Elites!".
The furious Sangheili Field Marshall sends out everything he has. One hundred Elite Minors, five pairs of Hunters, a Wraith, two Banshee's and fifty odd grunts to destroy this persistent ODST.
Only a single Hunter with terrible wounds to his neck and even missing an arm returns. The Sangheili Field Marshal asks his brave and injured Hunter what the hell had happened. The Hunter unable to speak snorts a horrible noise before writing a message using his own orange blood that reads;
"Master, we were tricked...... It was a Spartan".
The massive Hunter crashes to the floor and breathes it's last breath. The Sangheili Field Marshal notices a strange marking carved into the Hunters back. It looks like....