Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Deimos got the opportunity to watch again, brow arched as teams formed, and soldiers intended to divide and conquer. Wholly amused, he heard the feverish whispers of groups, begging for the opportunity to not have to meander amongst Halo’s chilly, crisp mornings looking for danger, figuring the competition would be enough to spur them onwards. What they received for results was just that – swift, keen, and decisive, ensuring targets were blown apart, set aflame, each trio close on the heels of one another.In the end though, one prevailed over the others, and so he bowed his head at their abilities through accuracy, precision, and the understanding that sometimes one needed to combine their intellect, capacities, and quick action to set them apart from the rest. “Well done to each of you.” And he meant that – they’d all completed and accomplished multitudes of work in the interim. “We will not be seeing you in the morning,” he nodded towards the winning coalition, granting a boyish grin, before landing amongst and amidst the others on a sigh and a shrug of his shoulders. “To those not as fortunate, get some rest. You all did good work today. We can head out.”
And hopefully, with some reflection, they would all be that much better tomorrow.
[FIN]
