(fanfic) Platoon of Mikes.

[(XBOX)S0b1t]

 

The hellion notices a group of lancers loitering in the hall, "Woot you skoom standin round for?"

After glancing at the others, one spoke. "Seems to be a invisible Mike blender in there" he pointed towards a door.

"Woots ah Mike blooder?"

The group speaker motioned at the group and self "Grineer platoon of Mikes..."

"And ah Mikeal" one in back interrupts.

With a heavy sigh Mike continued, "and a Mikeal. Are half numbers. Each Mike goes in door ground meat chunks"

The hellion pushes past the Mikes. But cautiously approachs the threshold. Inside a bloody mess of body parts cover the walls and floor. He strains thought for full minute. "Have not Mike gone in?"

"No" 

The hellion grabed Mikeal, throwing him in the room. He sees shadow movement, hears familiar whirl of an atterax as Mikeal explodes in a mist of gore.

With a strangely satisfied look on the hellion's face he turned to the group. "Not Mike blooder. Tenno skoom. Get clem" None moved. Hellion aimed at group "Doo it for Mikeal"

Air quoted "Mikeal ah dooosh... Made us call em Mikeal."

I like to think the hellion finally got it as he was garotted. Anyhow, thats how my Naramon for life shirt got Mike all over it.

Edited August 24, 2017 by (XB1)S0b1t
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