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Kaneco
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This is for UGC only.
Looking for a spot in UGC Plat, main or backup, doesn't really matter for me, not trying to go super keen tho because I will have exams in June. Can play both solly or demo.
Already have multiple seasons of plat experience as both soldier and demo.
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kanecoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo :D
big shoutout fr this big guy
Really good with medic and the quick fix, i would really like to join your team
thx guys <33
that last comment ??? :D
Amazing person a true filho da p*ta :D
he really does know his moves with that quick fix. really good medic. would definately join your team.
MY BOY
CAN DO
Already got a couple offers but just a last bump to see if anything else comes my way
really, really, REAAALLY strong player
go fucking pick him up, sick editing skills
bump for a backup spot, I can play if needed but mainly to rosterride since I am focusing on 6s and exams.
The hotel seemed deserted enough for Jason. Most of the other buildings in Vancouver were filled with either marines or Covenant forces. He did not want to tangle with either one. The Covenant would kill him outright, while the marines would force him to fight, and thereby kill him indirectly. Living for as long as he could was Jason’s big goal.
The once luxurious interior of Hotel Vancouver was now choked with dust and debris. Though it did not appear as though any fighting had taken place within the hotel itself, errant explosions nearby had taken quite a toll. Jason did not care about that. For the moment, the fighting seemed to have died down. It would give him ample time to find somewhere in the hotel where he could hide out and sleep.
The past night had been a long one. Jason suspected that it had been a long night for just about everyone involved, but he only knew about his own night. It had been an exciting night, what with being separated from the rest of the orphanage and having to fend for himself on the war-torn streets. Personally, he wanted all the excitement to go away. Though, now with the Covenant here on Earth, that didn’t seem likely to happen soon.
But that was all in the future, and though it was a very near future that Jason knew he was going to have to deal with, the present was a more pressing matter. The present called for rest, and unless he wanted to fall over from exhaustion he had to answer that call.
So Jason made his way up the gilded steps to the second floor. They creaked slightly beneath his shoes, causing him to slow his pace in caution. The last thing he wanted was to alert anyone else who might have decided to take refuge in the hotel.
Once Jason got to the second floor, he began to search for a room with a balcony. He wanted to be able to keep a watch of sorts on the street below, to be able to look down and see if it was time to get moving. Being caught by surprise was not high on his list of things that he wanted to do.
One door that was slightly ajar caught his attention. Jason peered inside. There was a balcony there all right. But the door that lead to it was blocked off. Someone had turned the bed in the room on its side and moved it in front of the balcony entrance.
Jason slowly opened the door and walked into the room. It was laced with shadows cast by the morning light. He moved through them with a bit of caution, looking over the bed at the street below as he did so. It was still empty. From where he was he could see a good deal of the city. Smoke rolled up from several parts of it, sending a dark cloud into the sky.
Jason kicked something with his foot. He froze when he looked down and saw what it was. A Covenant plasma rifle, it’s blue polished surface gleaming up at him. The boy took a deep breath and began to slowly back away.
Suddenly something grabbed Jason from behind and threw him backwards. He hit the opposite wall hard. The blow knocked most of the wind out of him. A strong arm pinned him to where he was, slumped against the wall, and an energy sword ignited just inches away from his face.
Jason’s eyes grew wide as he saw just who his attacker was. A Covenant Elite, eight foot tall and clad in white armor, was staring intently at him.
For a few moments, no sound came out of either of the two. Jason was frozen speechless out of pure fear, doing his best to keep calm and not soil himself. The Elite simply looked over the boy intently, studying him. What for Jason did not know. He expected that pure white blade to slice his neck at any moment, simply because the Elite so desired it.
The Elite warbled something. It took Jason a moment or so to realize that it was actually trying to talk to him. It wasn’t doing any good though. Whatever the Elite had said was indecipherable to Jason.
“Wha…wha…what?” he stammered out, wanting to do his best to appease this creature and spare his life.
The Elite responded by picking Jason up bodily by his arm, growling the entire time. It kept the lethal blade in the boy’s face.
“Hey hey hey!” Jason cried out, grabbing at the Elite with his free arm in an attempt to steady himself. “What do you want? What do you want?”
The Elite seemed to glare at him for a moment or so longer. “What is your name?” it asked, this time speaking in gruff English.
“Ja…Jason Ferris,” the boy replied, kicking a little at the floor beneath him.
The Elite shook him once. It was not a terribly hard shake, but it was enough to still Jason’s struggles. The boy gulped and kept his eyes focused on the sword that the Elite held. It crackled a little in the great creature’s hand.
“Why have you come here, Jason Ferris?” the Elite asked, moving its great head closer to the boy.
“I… I… I was just looking for a spot… a spot to hide in,” came the shaky reply. “I just wanted to catch some rest and move on. That’s all.”
He did not know why the Elite was even bothering to ask him questions. From what he had heard on the reports, the Covenant was not in the habit of taking prisoners, much less questioning at all. It worried him a little. All right, that was an understatement. It worried him a great deal.
The Elite kept looking him over with that same harsh glare. It was too piercing for Jason’s liking. He wished that the Elite would think him not worth his time and let him go. It wasn’t likely, but he still wished it.
At last, the Elite set him to the ground and let go of his arm. Jason immediately tried to turn and run for the door, but his captor picked him up and threw him towards the other side of the room. He hit the floor hard and winced at the pain.
The heavy hoof of the Elite rested on Jason’s chest. He tried to struggle out from underneath it, but the alien simply kept applying pressure in order to keep him where he was. At last, Jason could struggle no more and simply lay back, exhausted, doing his best to catch a breath.
“You are done,” the Elite said, leaning down. “Good.”
Jason did his best to remain calm. While he did not have a lot of energy, what he did have was busy being used to keep from yelling out in fright. If he yelled, there was no telling what the alien would do to him.
“You are young for your race,” the Elite continued, still looking the boy over. “No matter. I will find use for you.”
There was no way that could be any good. “What… what do you mean?” Jason stammered.
“If I release you, will you stay and hear my tale?” the Elite inquired.
Had the big alien spared the boy only to tell him stories? This was all very strange. Jason really did not know what to think about it all. He did know though that the Elite was not likely to let him go much of anywhere until he had told the story. The big alien seemed rather forceful that way. Hopefully, once the story had been told, then Jason would be free to run off. The boy slowly nodded his head.
The Elite took his hoof off of Jason, then reached down and grabbed him by the shirt. He dragged him behind the bed, then slid to a sitting position beside him, taking up his plasma rifle as he did so. The alien smelled of scented oil and lacquer. Jason would have preferred to not be so close to it, but he did not think he had much of a choice in the matter.
The Elite stared directly ahead for a moment or so, his eyes narrowed as though he was in deep thought. Jason simply watched the alien, waiting for him to begin his tale. At last, the Elite sighed and started to speak.
*
“My name is Tras Ikanporamee,” the alien said. “I am an Ultra, the highest rank a Sangheili foot soldier can attain.”
“Wha… What’s a Sangheili?” Jason asked.
“I am Sangheili,” Tras replied, looking at the boy with a harsh expression. “It is the name of my race, though you call us Elites.” This last part he said with quite a bit of disdain.
Jason nodded to indicate that he understood. Perhaps questions weren’t quite wanted. “All right.” He looked ahead again and shut his mouth.
Tras turned and looked straight ahead again. “I was a Special Operations officer. My brothers and I were tasked with helping to secure this city. And we performed admirably; according to our station, all without exception.”
It couldn’t help but cross Jason’s mind that this meant the Elite had been killing quite a few humans. The boy tried not to let this development get the better of him and continued to listen to Tras’s story.
“But tragedy, fell betrayal, struck us. For Jiralhanae, whom you call Brutes, came down in new ships. Before we had a chance to open communications, their foot patrols massacred us. At first we thought it was a Brute rebellion of sorts. Then, something even worse was realized. The Prophets themselves seemed to support this, for we received no aid when we asked for it. Instead, the Jiralhanae found us from where we called and massacred us there as well.
“All night they have been at this. I do not know how many Sangheili are left upon this world, but I do know that I am the last in this city. For even the ancient and secret ways of communication do not reveal any of my brethren. So I chose to hide in this building, to await whatever might come.”
Tras stopped talking now, focusing all his attention on the wall ahead of him. Jason took a moment to let what the Elite had said sink in. “You mean, your own Covenant ditched you?” he asked, speaking up again.
“Betrayed us, yes. Betrayed the sacred Writ of Union in favor of mindless currs. I curse the Hierarchs now for that, for turning away the proud Sangheili race in favor of the coarse Jiralhanae.”
The Elite turned and looked at Jason. “But I shall show them another sort of betrayal, a sort similar to what they showed me.”
“What do you mean?” Jason asked.
“You should not be here, in this city,” Tras stated simply. “It is a battlefield, and the young and untrained have no business on a battlefield. You need to get out, to find your way to somewhere safer, do you not?”
Jason nodded. He could not deny that this was what he needed. Heck, it was what he wanted. Get away from this war-torn place and try to keep alive. That was all he wanted out of life.
Tras nodded and kept his gaze on Jason. “I thought so. And I wish to show that things have changed, both to the Covenant I once knew, and to those who know me as its instrument of swift destruction. You shall be my example.”
This was odd. “What do you mean?” Jason slowly asked.
“From this moment on, consider yourself my charge. I shall keep you safe from harm until I see fit to release you. If and when that time comes all depends on how long the Jiralhanae and the rest of the Covenant take to accomplish what they wish.”
“What are you talking about?” Jason asked, a bit of fear creeping back into his voice again.
Tras turned around and looked over the bed for a moment at the city outside. He growled at something, though at what Jason could not be for sure. Then he looked down at Jason.
“I am saying that you and I must fight together until my brothers from elsewhere come,” he said. “I do not doubt that they will. For I heard, before all went dark, that Truth himself was coming here. And if Truth comes, then they will be sure to follow. For I do not doubt that this has happened elsewhere, this betrayal. My brothers will seek blood for it, his blood. And then they will find us, and we shall be delivered.”
Jason shook his head at this. “What makes you think that I am going to go with you?” A bit of courage was returning to him now.
A hard look from Tras threatened to chase it all away again. “Do you think I like it any more than you do? You are only human, and only a young one at that. But I need someone to go with me, someone to watch out for me because in return I watch out for him. By coming with me, you will ensure your own survival.”
Jason didn’t know what to do. He wanted to refuse this, to throw back all the glassed colonies in-between here and Harvest in Tras’s face and ask him just why he should trust him. But he was still too afraid for that. All he could manage was a glare that tried to sneer.
The glare that Tras gave him in return was far more intimidating. “Sometimes one does not know he has sinned until he glimpses the gates of Perdition itself,” he growled. “What our sin has been I do not know. But I shall conduct myself in accordance with my best guess.”
“What’s that?” Jason’s voice was more level now. The fear and the hate were beginning to balance each other out.
The Elite turned and looked back outside. “Take the rest you need,” he said to Jason, ignoring the boy’s question. “When nightfall comes, we go forth.”
Jason wanted to press the issue and find out just what the alien was talking about when it said it’s “sin”. But he remembered how effortlessly Tras had tossed him around just a little bit ago and decided it would not be in his best interests. At the moment, the Sangheili seemed content to let him live and had even said he could sleep. Better to keep quiet and enjoy those few luxuries than speak up and be hurt somehow.
So Jason leaned back against the bed and did his best to try to sleep. It was hard. After all, there was an Elite, a high-ranking foot soldier of the enemy, just a few feet away from him. It would be hard for anyone to sleep in those circumstances, let alone an orphaned teenager. But, soon enough, he found an uneasy sleep filled with fire and whirling plasma swords. It was not much, but it would have to do.
Also Kaneco is the greatest I love him