Heretic, Hero

"That would do the trick. Should we sweep the ship for survivors?"

Ardus:
"There are none" I mutter as i come to.

Conor:
"Jenna scan the ship for survivors anyway" I say not trusting the Sangelli.
Jenna, "There are three life forms on board, thats you guys"

"Any mechanical threats? Do the covenant use automated weapons?"

Conor:
"No machine attackers if thats what youre asking"

Ardus:
"It is a sacraliege to have a machine fight for you when you are perfectly capable"

"Okay, thanks for clearing that up. Stupid zealot. I'd love a machine to fight for me."

Ardus:
"Coward" I grunt

"Hothead," replies F961.

Ardus:
I spit on the smaller humans visor.

F961 wipes his visor clean, and presses the flat of the energy sword against the zealot's thigh.
"Not so big now, are we?"

Ardus:
I ignore the pain and hiss a string of Sangelli oaths at him.

F961 removes the sword and chuckles. "You're not so big now, are you?"

Ardus:
"Quite to the contrary I am much larger than you, I believe my height excedes yours by about 1 of your feet" I say.

Conor:
Jenna says, "Hes got ya there"

"Doesn't understand plain English," replies F961. "What I mean is, now I am in the position of power, and all of your alien swearing will get you... where?"

Ardus:
"A position of power is only perceived if you have someone to be in charge of, in your case me. But, I do not see you as having much power over me so you must have no power by simple logic"

"Your logic is somewhat flawed," replies F961. "Observe."
He raises the energy sword and holds the edge of the blade over the zealot's wrist. "Now, who makes the decision?"

Ardus:
"The Forerunners make the decision of everything" I say my face blank and expressionless.

"What's that meant to mean?" snarls F961.