Maestro

Frederik shook and fidgeted, trying to get Tai's vice-like grip off his neck. He looked over and tried biting him, only to realize he still had his helmet on. He flailed his arms and legs about, kicking a Grunt in the face and knocking its respirator off. The little alien scrambled to pick its lifeline back up, when another one of its kind found it and handed it to him. He chattered at Frederik, pointing his Needler at him. Out of nowhere, he felt a sudden blunt strike to the back of his head. His shields popped, and his consciousness lapsed. The attacking Elite walked beside Tai, wielding a Storm Rifle. "Is that better?" he growled in Sangheili. The Spartan's limbs went limp. "Sa... man... tha..." Frederik whimpered. Then another Spartan appeared, knocking the sword out of an Elite's hand, ready to try and fight off the teeming horde that brought him down. He looked up. "Why... why would someone help... me?" he thought, before drifting off into the recesses of his own mind. OOC: That is, assuming that Desmond is trying to save Frederik.

"I know I'm dead. You will be too if you don't destroy that Pelican that landed," Frederik stated. "I'm not dead though. We aren't dead. I know!" He shook his head erratically, this time clutching his helmet with both hands. The megalopolis of New Alexandria sprawled below. Frederik sat on the ground and looked at the skyscrapers which breached the atmosphere's abode. "I only moved here two years ago... I'm still not used to how big it is," the young red-haired girl said. Frederik looked over at her, then down at her hand. She fidgeted. Her hair danced with the wind, obscuring her face. "Sure is beautiful, eh? Kinda like..." Frederik stared at his feet and hesitated. "Kinda like you..." he mumbled. The girl's head shook. She turned towards Frederik. Half of her face was replaced with an Elite's face, parted by a large plasma burn mark. "Are you blushing, Freddy?" the Elite half of her face asked in a dulcet voice. "Did you let me die?" the human half inquired with a snarl. A flash. "No, I didn't! Forgive me!" Frederik started stabbing at the air in front of him. "Leave me alone, Samantha!!"

Frederik whirled his head back and forth, looking at the horde of invaders surrounding him. He saw some Grunts stray too close, and swung his knife at them. "Get back!" They stepped back, and jabbered in foreign tongues. He looked around. If he ran, he was dead. If he stayed, he was as good as dead. His radar was filled with red dots, and more were on the way. He looked at his primary opponent, and snickered. "Y'know, we got a lot in common, don't we?" Frederik asked.

Frederik attempted to roll out of the way, only to have his right forearm and lower back rub up against the energized blade. Not as painful as taking the full brunt of the slash, but it hurt more than enough. He screeched in agony, and scrambled to get back on his feet. Once again, he gauged the distance between him and his attacker. He holstered the Fuel Rod Gun, and drew his kukri. "Let's go, Squidward!" His head twitched. "It hurts... Freddy... help... me..." a young girl said, lying on the ground bleeding. "No- ... - you can't die!" a young man fumbled around, before pulling out a bouquet of flowers. "I-I got these for you!" "They're... beautiful... I... I..." the girl couldn't draw another breath to finish her sentence. A flash flickered. "Samantha!!!" Frederik screamed, the word echoing through the facility once again. His grip on his blade tightened. His upper body trembled. His right arm shook violently. "Why can't you leave me alone?! You're dead, you're not here!!"

OOC: True enough, but you were coming in for an attack though so I reacted with some judo. Forgive me for being rusty at the art of RP, it has been at least a year since I last did anything of the sort... IC: "Argh!" Frederik's head bounced with each Carbine shot. "I'll cook you f***ers up like KFC!" He pulled out his Fuel Rod Gun, and got a shot off towards the marksmen and a shot to the Grunts before focusing back on the sword-wielding Elite. "Where were we? Fighting Squidward! Wasn't talkin' to you!!" He gauged the distance between him and Tai for a split-second, determining if using the radioactive, explosive weapon over his shoulder was a good idea. Quickly he stepped back, but lost his footing on the pill bottle that escaped from his bag of tricks. It flew through the air towards his foe as the Spartan landed on his butt. The Spartan's trigger finger commanded the Fuel Rod Gun to fire another shot, sailing past Tai. He looked up at the alien now standing far taller than him. He gazed at him. "Take him to evac- ... - now!!" a man in a suit exclaimed. A white flash flickered. "Mom! Dad! Hurry!!" a young man motioned his arms towards him in a panic. Another flash. "Not now, mommy, not now!!!" Frederik shrieked. He kicked the other Elite head and clawed at his own helmet with his free hand. His words echoed through the facility.

Enter from the west side where Frederik is? You've got a few options.

Frederik heard the alien yell, and took a step to the right as Tai lunged with his sword. "Why hello, supper!" He dropped his burlap sack and holstered his Fuel Rod Gun. The Spartan grabbed Tai's sword-wielding arm, and turned his momentum against him, lifting the alien over his shoulder and dropping him on the ground with a slam. "I'm a Judo Gerudo... uh... Colorado? F***, it didn't rhyme yet again! It also didn't make sense, you clod." A bottle of pills rolled out of the bag, along with another Elite head. (OOC: For those who were bashing Frederik for being OP, thanks for making me feel included, but he will be nerfed and already has his share of weaknesses. I don't want him to die as soon as he's introduced.)

Frederik focused on the fallen Elite. He spotted the alien's holstered Energy Sword, and picked it up. He activated it, and sliced the Elite's head off. He took his helmet off, and eyed up his prize that he held in front of his face. "I like squid... no I don't. Is this calamari? Yes. I like calamari, raw, cooked, burnt, raw, sushi. I'll eat it later..." he said with a smirk. He gave it a squeeze, and let drops of Sangheili blood fall on his face. He spotted the security camera, and turned towards it. "Hey, Covenant! I'm lovin' it!" He squeezed the head again, letting more drops pour. He smiled, loosened his grip, and hurled the head at the camera, tilting it away from the door. "Yes I know that didn't rhyme. Shut up. You idiot, it's a soft rhyme!" he said while putting his helmet on. The Spartan reactivated his active camouflage, and opened his burlap bag. He shut off the Energy Sword, placing it inside along with an Elite head, and hefted it over his right shoulder. With his Fuel Rod Gun at the ready, the door slid open, and he peered in. Light was scarce. He gave the previously tossed Elite head a hard kick down the hallway. It hit a wall with a splat, and rolled a short distance before coming to a stop. "Darkness should be scared of me," he whispered to himself as he stepped inside. (OOC: I suppose for continuity's sake, this post took place before the one directly above. Darn my slow post composition!)

Frederik laid down in the snow, and peeked over the crest of the hill. He reactivated his active camo, and pulled out a Plasma Pistol. He charged it up, and fired at the Elite. The EMP hit near his feet, draining most of his shields. Frederik rained a volley of fuel rods at the lance, obliterating two Grunts. A Jackal attempted to dive out of the way, but lost his footing in the snow and tripped, only to be consumed by the green blasts. A Grunt climbed into the Shade Turret, and opened fire. "Time to reach into my BAG OF TRICKS!" He pulled out a Magnum, and shot at the Elite. The Elite's shields popped. "I love pop!" A bullet lodged itself in the Elite's head. Frederik gave the Jackal a quick shot to the skull. He fired another charge shot at the Shade Turret, and dashed up to the Grunt operating it. He dragged the Grunt off the seat, and held it up by the neck. "You putrid little s***-breathing s***." With his free hand, he yanked the Grunt's mask off, and tossed it at the facility wall. He knocked the methane tank off the Grunt's back, shot its knee with his Magnum, and threw the creature beyond the hill he was initially fighting from. The Grunt readied a Plasma Grenade, and hurled it a metre in front of it. Following the blue explosion, Frederik walked back to the hill, and dragged his burlap bag behind him to the door. He pressed a sequence of buttons on the panel, and hacked his way into the western side of the facility.

"And it begins..." Frederik said softly. He deactivated his camouflage and walked towards the outpost as the Pelican descended into the courtyard. He slung a Fuel Rod Gun over his left shoulder, and dragged a burlap sack behind him. He trudged through the ice and snow, hellbent on achieving his goal. At the entrance closest to him stood a Shade Turret and a squad consisting of an Elite, two Jackals, and three Grunts. "F***ing Covies. I'll peel them like f***ing potatoes." He crouched down behind a hill, and reached into his burlap bag. Snickering madly, he pulled out an Elite head, and hurled it at the lance awaiting him. A bottle of pills inside the sack rattled as he tossed it aside. With a thump, the head landed at the Elite's feet, with plasma fire following shortly after. Frederik cackled as the colourful bolts whizzed by above him.