Secret Meetup

Private Tacker of the UNSC marines crept through the rundown, half torn down hotel that seemed to get creepier and crepier each time he came with this current trip being his 5th. The hallways in this part seemed for the most part fine considering the 4 year battle that has been raging right outside the building. The only thing off about the scenery around him would be the lack of people running around and noise, and that there was an extraordinary amount of dust in the air. While dust isn’t exactly a bad thing, it does make sneaking around harder, especially to someone like Tacker who has allergies. Sneezing in the middle of a warzone while trying to creep through territory that can become heavily contested and could be filled to the brim with Covenant troopers is basically calling out to anyone nearby where you are and signing your **** warrant simultaneously.

Tacker continues creeping through the long half lit tan hallway while trying to hold a sneeze or two back. He comes across what he was looking for, Room 349. He grabs the handle, takes a look around his surroundings again just to be sure nothing is around, then slowly opens the door and creeps inside. Unlike the hallway, the room is well lit and just like the hallway it looks perfectly fine, no trash scattered around or clothes strewn across the floor or blood stain or bodies. Just a standard hotel room with a bit too much dust. Laying on the bed are some female human clothes, such as a large basic black bikini and black lacy lingerie that came with a garter belt and fishnet of the same color next to an open suitcase. Obviously the person who was in this room was in a rush, and stopped packing her clothes and other possessions and left them behind due to something scaring her. Probably whatever blew half this building up, plasma motors from a wraith judging by looks from the outside of the building.

Tacker sneezed out of nowhere, and a second later heard a deep yet highly feminine voice say “Bless you. That’s what you humans say when you do that, if I’m correct”. He turned around with his MA5B raised and pointed at the source of the strong feminine voice. At the end of the rifle's barrel were a few shimmers of light being bent and distorted, the telltale signs of a sanghellis active camouflage. The shimmers started giving way and receding to reveal glistening bright red armor of a major, with more armor and more of the techsuit underneath being revealed every second. It took about a total of 5 seconds for all the shimmers to disappear, but once that was done a fully armed and armored sangheili major stood directly at the end of Tackers rifle. Tacker himself was about 5’10 yet this sangheili towered over him by at least another foot. He had to look up to the sangheili’s face and when he did, he smiled, and began to lower his weapon.

“I can never get used to you doing that” he said with a sigh of relief at the very end. “We’ve been here 5 times now, you should be used to this. Did anyone follow you here” she asked with a mixture of seriousness, concern ,and caution in her voice. “No how about you?” “No not that I am aware of.” “Then I guess we are clear” saud Tacker as he leaned his rifle against the wall and sat down and a cushioned wooden chair. The sangheili sat down across from him in another identical chair across from Tacker, with a short coffee table in between the two. Tacker and the sangheili have been coming here for the past 1 1/2 months now, meeting up and doing anything from just talking to the more **** kind of things, the kind ONI would send someone off to some sort of cell in a secret facility somewhere if they caught them before the UNSC could do anything kind of **** things. They actually met here, as both were separated from their units as a nearby battle raged on. Tacker found the sangheili on her knees and surrounded by a number of dead grunts, with 2 other sangheili in ultra armor looking downwards at her. Tacker hid at the end of the hallway as she sat there and the other two talked to each other in their native alien tongue, and then the ultras had her stand and began to tear off her armor. She couldn't run or resist or else she would be shot and left behind by them. Tacker watched as they finished taking off the armor plates on her legs and arms and began working on the chest peice that covered and protected her breasts, all the while the major who was obviously more than angered at that point was snarling at her violators. At that point Tacker had enough, and despite everything in his body telling him to not do so, he rushed a few feet away from the wall he took cover behind and whistled at the trio. They all looked at him and started to rush with plasma rifles in hand. He ran back behind the wall, narrowly avoiding a few plasma bolts and waited for one of them to run around the corner.

At that time he had a M90 CAWS shotgun to help clear buildings out with his unit, so the sangheili despite having better shields shouldn't be too much of a problem with the raw power of the weapon and the extremely close quarters they are in. One ultra turns the corner right in front if his gun and Tacker pulles the trigger, sending the sangheili back onto the floor yet still very much alive. A second round of buckshot changed that quickly. Tacker waited for the second ultra to turn the corner, but for a good 10 or so seconds nothing happened. Then a he heard something heavy hit the carpeted floor around the corner. M90 still in hand, he turns the corner and aims down the shotgun only to find the major with an energy sword in her right hand and the body of the other ultra on the floor. After that, the 2 slowly and hesitantly talked to each other, and after an hour of nonstop talking agreed to meet here whenever possible. He handed her a handheld radio before they parted ways, told her how to operate it, which frequency to use, and if that she needed help or just simply wanted to meet there to give him a call.

Now they are here, meeting up once again to do whatever they came here to do. The question is though, why did Tacker and the sangheili meetup?