Elario & Tifa II

[Tifa Lockhart]

Cthar roared loudly as the atmosphere swallowed them up and all went white. This was not the warrior's death he'd imagined, he was almost ashamed to think that this would be his end, crushed by the force of his own carrier ripping a hole in the very fabric of space.

[Elario Luminus]

Kylar thought he'd die inside this ball of energy, warped and torn apart as the carrier jumped away from New Mombassa.

That death, however, was not to pass.

When Kylar came to, he was face down in a patch of dirt. He had a ringing in his ears like an explosion had gone off nearby, and the HUD on his helmet screamed at him every warning it could. The bleeping of the shield indicator told him he was vulnerable, and it didn't display a weapon to him at all. Groaning, Kylar got up, albeit shakily.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Cthar was not far from where Kylar laid. He was sprawled out much more uncomfortably, spread-angled amongst large rocks. He was in mud, it had seeped into his armour plates, it felt horribly gritty.
Slowly he untangled his limbs and sat up, grumbling as he flicked off the mud. Cursed rock...
His vision was crossed, and his mandibles ached, he rotated them stiffly, looking around him at his surroundings. It seemed like it might be night, as it was quite dark, and his vision didn't really span any great distance.

[Elario Luminus]

Kylar picked himself up and looked around for a weapon of some kind. He didn't wanna be unarmed should he come across an aggressive...something. His shields hummed back into life finally, coating his armour with a thin gold layer of energy.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Once Cthar had picked himself up he shook his head to clear the haze of stunning. He checked over his armour and gear, quickly learning that his knife was gone. He still hand his plasma rifle in its place on his thigh, and he found his sword deep in the mud. As he grumbled to himself he also discovered that his coms unit was offline, though it didn't appear to be damaged.
Odd... he mused to himself.
At that moment his motion tracker alerted him to a hostile presence, and his plasma rifle was out and poised at the ready in seconds. "What dares approach me?" he demanded, eyes locked in the direction of the movement.

[Elario Luminus]

Kylar heard the alien tone of the Elite he was fighting before and quickly found his rifle nearby. He rolled, grabbed it, and aimed back at the source of the sound, rifle at the ready in a crouched stance. The Spartan slowly moved towards the Elite, cautious of his surrounds.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Cthar activated his sword, cursing slightly as it sputtered once before igniting properly. He then crept forward, the weapon poised to strike as something moved towards him. When the familiar shape of a demon emerged through the haze of night he snarled, ceasing his advance and raising his weapon in a more defensive then aggresive stance.
"It's you again, curse you demon," he snarled, "Where have you brought me??"

[Elario Luminus]

Kylar scoffed at the Elite, weapon still drawn and ready.
'Me? It was your dumb-ass Prophet that jumped in-system. I haven't brought you anywhere. Maybe you have an explanation?'

[Tifa Lockhart]

"You speak as if I had anything to do with that damn fool Prophet's actions," the sangheili snarled irritably, mumbling a myriad of curses beneath his breath.

[Elario Luminus]

Kylar hesitated slightly at that. Perhaps their hierarchy wasn't so strict as the UNSC had thought. He lowered his gun slightly.
'Alright, look. I don't know where we are, but I know how we got here. That Slipspace jump your Prophet did must have caused an anomaly, sending us somewhere. Where would Regret run to?'

[Tifa Lockhart]

"Regret is a coward with no honour," Cthar grumbled, feeling slightly ashamed for bad-mouthing one of the prophets so, but he was not the only one who was beginning to feel that the prophets cared nothing for their flock, and that this 'great journey' was something they selfishly pursued purely for their own gains.
"He will have fled to a strong-hold where he might safely hide."
He wasn't so sure about trusting this human, but it was better then being lost alone in a strange place.

[Elario Luminus]

Kylar barked a short laugh.
'No kidding. Right, well, this obviously isn't one of the Halo installations...'
As the Spartan looked to the night sky, his HUD scanned the stars for constellations. There he found the Southern Cross.
'We're on Earth!' He chuckled quietly, and then slowly began to laugh deeply.

[Tifa Lockhart]

This revelation didn't seem to make Cthar feel any better.
"It does not feel like earth..." he mused, folding his arms and tapping on long digit against the forearm panels of his battle-armour. "The air here is different... lighter... and i see none of your infernal buildings."
The Elite had superior night-vision to humans, and a quick glance around them found not a single structure in visible distance... they did not seem to be in any terrain that was familiar to Cthar either...

[Elario Luminus]

Kylar activated the night vision in his visor and looked around. Though everything was in a green tinge, he could verify what the Elite said. No buildings. No roads. No signs of civilisation at all.
'Desert. Nothing but sand and the odd bush.'
But the air IS lighter, less thick. I've heard of Slipspace anomalies, but what I'm thinking is pure insanity.
The Spartan hoisted his rifle onto his back, confident that his alien quarry was now in a calm state of mind. Confident enough that he figured the Elite wouldn't just kill him and be on his merry way.
'The only way we're going to get anywhere out here is if we pick a direction and head that way.' Kylar pointed at what looked like a distant glow on the darkened horizon. 'Let's head towards that glow over there.'
Without further ado, Kylar marched off towards the light.
'I'm trusting you not to kill me, by the way.' he called out over his shoulder.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Cthar growled impatiently when the SPARTAN clarified his claim that there was no civilisation in sight. He wished he could just kill this creature and be done with it, but unfortunately he was not disposed towards killing the only individual who might have some idea where they were. Begrudgingly he moved to follow the SPARTAN into the distance.
"I gain nothing by killing you this way, human," he growled, plodding along a short distance behind the human