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He’s big, Alice thought. Too big. Eight feet tall at least. Standing up, he would have towered over her. Even two of her stacked on top of each other would, just barely, beat out one of him. Something this big, this massive, didn’t look natural curled up on the ground. "We should just put a bullet in 'em and be done with it." Hav tapped a pistol against its helmet. The big thing, the elite, warrior of warriors and best the Covenant had to offer, whimpered, not unlike a puppy. Hav laughed. "A scared elite? Didn't think they made those." He raised his head and nodded towards Alice; It was perfunctory, almost casual, as if he didn’t have a 300-some pound monster at his boots. They were both in uniform, gray fatigues overlayed with heavy flak jackets, though Alice didn’t bother with her helmet. She didn’t expect to find anything out here but rubble. No one did, that’s why there were only two of them. Alice was a little surprised, a little shaken too, but she knew like any solider how to down her worries with a swig of bravado. "I’ve seen plenty," she said with a little authority. She couldn’t see Hav’s expression through his yellow-tinted faceplate, but he quickly turned away to refocus on the elite. She chose to take that as a victory. "Yeah, well, guess I need to up my game." Hav took a step back. The elite immediately looked relieved, or at least Alice assumed with his face square in the dirt. He didn't, unfortunately, get to enjoy such relief for long. Hav pulled a leg back and kicked his side. The alien squealed, likely more out of surprise as his armor surely took the brunt of it. "He's kind of pathetic, huh?" Alice said nothing. Instead, she stared at The Alien, green eyes looking him up and down from his sleek blue armor, now coated in a fine layer of grime, to how his body trembled like a dead leaf in autumn. "Anyway," the man said, with a chuckle, "time to eighty-six this squid face?" "No." "No?" The woman shook her head. "Think for a moment, Hav. How is this one still alive? The only covenant still alive here?" She motioned towards the smoking wreck that used to be an enemy outpost. Sleek slabs of metal intermingled with shattered concrete, creating a fantastic mess of human structures and alien equipment. First a human research station, then converted into an ad hock forward base by an evidently foolish covenant commander, now a pile of rubbish. "Got lucky?" Hav offered with a shrug. "He's a coward. Probably ran off when the fighting started." "Oooookay? So? Our armies have plenty of cowards. I guess, statistically speaking, Covenant would have some too." "So, I don't wanna just shoot him." "What? You wanna strangle him instead? I don't know, Sarge, Elite's have pretty thick nec--" "I wanna let him go." "WHAT!?" Hav’s sudden explosion caused The Alien to squeal. This was it. A human war cry, he seemed to figure. They were finally going to kill him. He shut his eyes and waited for death to come. He waited a while. "Alice, you can't be serious! We let him go and he'll be right to back to killing us!" "You really think someone like this could kill anything?" "I think he's a enemy combatant in an armed conflict. So yes, I think he could kill many things, actually!" She gave the man a glare that made him instantly drop his tone. "I...we just can't, sir. What would we even tell command?" "That we found nothing. I mean, it would barely be a lie, honestly," she said, motioning towards the cowering, weeping Sangheili warrior. "That...that doesn't feel right, sir. We can't just let him go! Think of everything the covenant's done! There has to be some kind of punishment!" Alice looked between the two, then grinned. "Oh, we can do punishment." She ambled over to The Alien’s side. He barely reacted, or rather, was already in a perpetual state of reaction. He trembled, a shiny blue leaf in autumn. Gray fingers dug furrows in black dirt. Squid-like mandibles clicked a worried beat every other second. Never in all her life, short as it was, did Alice expect to see an elite this pathetic. She didn’t want to admit she felt bad for him; it isn’t like he’d give any human the same courtesy. Hav was right, she knew. Every logical bone in her body screamed in tandem with years of training and pithy sayings memorized from long nights with UNFC handbooks. Alice drew her pistol. Hav gave a relieved sigh. Then he sucked that air right back in frustration when she didn’t pop its head off. “Up.” She motioned with her free hand for the alien’s benefit. Too bad his head was still buried in the dirt. “Get. Up.” He met Alice’s eyes for a moment, though comprehended nothing from them. Alice reached out. The elite warrior squeaked and pulled away. Alice yelped as his flailing pulled her into a sudden lurch. Coward as he may be, this fucker could still snap any human in half with his bare hands. “Stop!” Click Both human and Alien looked up: Hav leveled his pistol again, ready to put a bullet between the elite’s pale amber eyes. “Up.” Hav motioned. Now with the mental clarity afforded by gunpoint, The Alien realized what they wanted. He lifted, slowly. He held up two dirt-stained hands in what was apparently a truly universal symbol for don’t shoot me. “Where do you want ‘em, Sarge?” She panted, hand limp over the elite’s broad armored shoulder, as though consoling a friend. She looked around: nothing but gray plain, slate, and grass for miles. If not for the burning wreckage of this elite’s outpost, the entire world be entirely colorless. “Uh...there!” She pointed, a great slab of concrete rested over a ghost, the sleek vehicle flattened into a purple pink pancake underneath what must have been several tons of rock. The surface, though, was smooth, slanted, perfect for leaning. Hav didn’t look. Instead, he motioned. “Walk!” Mandibles clicked. The Alien spoke, or maybe wept, neither human could really tell. His voice was guttural, almost an animal cry, a mouse squeak pitched down. He made it a few more times before Alice finally put together that they were words. Whatever, wasn’t like either trooper spoke whatever language that was. Hav motioned with his weapon again. “Go!” And he went. “So,” Hav said as he walked alongside Alice, gun trained on their prisoner, “what are you gonna do to him?” “Spank him.” “I—what?” He paused a step and she passed him. He caught back up a second later. “You’re joking.” Alice unbuckled the belt around her waist. “Oh God, you’re not joking!” “Think you can get him to strip?” She asked as they neared the slab, tugging her belt free with a whoosh. “I...guess? I mean, I don’t know the squid face word for ‘take your clothes off’, do you?” She shook her head. “No, but you could probably show him.” “Oh, now I gotta strip tease the fucking alien?” She glared at him again. “Fine Sir. Fine.” Getting The elite naked was a more involved process than either soldier would have liked to admit. It wasn’t for pride or embarrassment, both were sure, but rather a simple lack of comprehension. Hav waved his gun around and he cowered. Alice motioned taking off her armor, even removed a glove, but he just watched, mandibles still clicking up that frightened tune. It took Hav actually seizing his arm and pulling a piece of armor off for it to click. Eventually, by the grace of some kind of God Alice was sure, the elite’s shiny blue armor laid in pieces at his feet. Underneath, he wore a form-fitting gray/black one piece, something like a wetsuit. Alice tried to ignore the massive bulge between his legs. Hav just laughed. “Big boy ain’t he?” “Shut up.” An expression that had to be terror passed over The Alien’s face when Alice motioned for his undersuit. He shook his head, mandibles flapped side to side as guttural noises poured from his maw. The humans were deadset though, and he had little choice. He turned away from them and peeled off his suit. It clung to his skin, tearing away with as much reluctance as he himself removed it. “Damn!” Hav whistled. Alice ignored him. “Cuff him.” They leaned him over the slab of concrete, arms and legs cuffed to different sections so his rear was fully unobstructed. Did elites have any concept of spanking? Maybe they did, in which case she hoped he understood this as punishment. If not, well, it was time for a little cultural exchange. She drew her arm back, belt buckle ringing a soft tune in the wind, and smashed the doubled-over strip of leather across his muscular rear. The belt took him entirely by surprise. He squealed, and a fresh pink line marked the center of his ass. He tried to move, but the restraints kept him firmly in place. All he could do was squirm over the slab, naked, pathetic, and wait. The second overlapped the first. He howled. Agony! Sheer Agony! He pressed himself against the concrete slab, humping it in a futile effort to spare his ass a little pain. Alice waited, then slammed the belt down a third time across both cheeks just as he seemed to relax. Another yowl. "How many you gonna give him?" Hav asked, pistol still at the ready. "How much daylight do we have?" "A few hours." "Well there you go." Tears welled in the elite’s eyes. -- Yre lowered his rifle. Two humans, a naked Sangheili warrior, and a strip of leather. It sounded like the setup to a stupid joke. He supposed it was. He should really call in. Really, be should do a lot of things; shoot the humans, free his superior in rank (and little else), anything that didn't involve reaching into his pants. Agggghh! The jackal gave himself a squeeze as another wail cut across miles of barren plain. Strange these humans know of the old Kig-Yar custom of bottom searing, he thought. But his cock was a little too hard to question anything. He watched, clicks away in a mountainside sniper nest, occasionally grabbing his rifle to get a good look at the Sangheili’s crimson red bottom before returning to his cock.