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She tapped the spartan
"earth to man-"

he just sheathes the combat knife and checks his rifle

5 Felines---A tall black and orange tortoiseshell with orange eyes, A plump calico with green eyes, And a huge fluffy white tom with yellow eyes, A pale ginger tabby with hazel eyes, and a massive white and grey rossetted cat with blue eyes came through the opened doors. They spoke in hushed mews, Almost seeming completely silent other than the movement of their mouths as they moved by the bar. It was for certain though, The black and orange cat seemed to be the leader of the group of them

he flicked his eyes over to the cats as he reloaded his weapon the audible click of the magazine locking firmly into place on the bottom of his gun being heard

The white and grey cat flickered her gaze to him with a small glare before turning back to the black and orange, giving him an uncertain hiss. The orange-eyed tom flicked his tail for silence between them, to which they immediately shut up. with a low growl from him, they back up

the spartan made a small inclination with his head as if to say "understood" before he moves his gaze away from the cats and back to the device mounted to the arm of his armor

The cat simply nodded before he padded over to the counter, leaping on, and letting himself relax there in silence, long snake-like tail wrapping around his bi-colored body

the spartan reaches into a pouch on the front of his armor and extracts a small card from it the card was nothing more then his military id but instead of a name it just said SPARTAN B312 for six had no real name or a name he could remember

The tom snuck a glance at his card, not like e was trying to hide that he was looking or anything, but he was kind of curious

catching the cats gaze he walked over the metal of his boots if you could call them boots making a thumping noises as they hit the wooden floor as he laid the card down for the cat to see why he was showing to a cat was anyones guess but six was smart he knew this cat knew more then it was letting on and when your a spartan trusting your instincts was always best

He sat up, the tip of his tail twitching as he seemed to read over it a couple of times before he looked back up. Flicking his torn ear, he silently nodded with a look that said the words he couldn't speak in the form, which were ' You know, Dont you?'

"your more then appearance gives away" the spartan understood slightly as he left the card there it had his height weight SPARTAN id tag call sign but his real name was nowhere to be found on the card

The 4 cats who were still on the ground looked up at him and he just gave them a grin and a nod. Each had their own reactions, though none seemed very negative. He soon stood to his usually tall height, unsheathing his claws as the pure white cat brang him a small piece of paper, To which he wrote on it. Im quite happy someone had finally noticed. it was getting pretty boring, seeming as nobody was suspicious of a group of cats waltzing into a bar. He wrote with his claw, turning it to him

"a lot more weirder things have wandered through these doors in their defense and no i am not a machine"

Your an interesting fellow 'Spartan'. The toms leg slightly twitched as he continued. I like interesting. Make sure you watch your back around cats too. Never know which could be a wild one. He jumped down and turned to the juke box which was playing music that he certainly didn't like. he fidgeted with a few of the nobs with his snout until it turned to 'I cant decide' by Scissor Sisters

"I won't see wild cats only the blood of the battlefield" his mind flashes back to reach to its desolate land as he turns to return to his seat taking the card reach would also pain him like an old wound that will never fade

He nodded for a second before nudging the 4 cats, signaling them to the outside for a second. all of them followed the high-raised cat outside. they were out for around 5 minutes, though another group of 5 came in, And it was obvious it was the same few cats that had come, aswell as they all hand the familiar cat ears and tails. The black and orange tom was about the same height as the spartan, as he let himself slide back onto a chair, humming along with the song he earlier turned on with a toothy grin. he had fingerless gloves on, though they were connected to extremely sharp mechanic claws that were connected to the black gloves as he tapped the counter with it, creating a few scrapes

he looked up at him then back to his gear then at his arm as his mind was still on reach he could feel the heat of the blade pierce his arm the blood flow down his broken armor and body

The hybrid paid him no mind, focusing on the music, the group not liking his grin. The same grin that he had when he did all those murdering methods in the song that was playing in the background. they sat beside him, all talking out territory defenses

he reaches by his waist and picks up a weapon activating the indigo blue blade of the Energy Sword the same weapon that he saw kill emile a same type of weapon that had wounded his body but six held no grudges spartans aren't allowed to hold grudges