Halo: Truth of the Covenant.

"I suggest we get a prophet to help us get it believed that Tel' Xamm is a traitor, which he is, and his heresy and defilement of the ship made us fail our mission, its worked for Tel Before, so..." Yapyan said.

Thar stodd and and went to the deserted ship's controls. She tapped and slid a few shining conrtols.
The ship rolled and split away form the other ships, heading for Basis.
"Sesa'Refumee? That's a surprise." She said to herself, then turned to look at Yapyan. "Better ideas?"

"Erhm... Oh no, not again..." He said.
He started typing, alot of symbols.
"Hmm, lets see..." Human music, 'Classical' started to play.
"Wrong button!"

Thar blinked.
"Studying Human music, Yapyan?"

"Erhm, yes, partly, why?" He asked.
"Lets see..."
A new music starting playing. (One Final Effort.)
"Erhm, ops, again."

Thar smiled slightly.
"No matter. Not far to the Gas Mine. You might want to have someone collect some Methane. They seem to have alot in there."

"I see..." Yapyan said.
A new music started playing. (Reconstructing Science)
"Opss... Erhm..."
A voice was then heard,
"They say great Science is built on the Shoulders of Giants. Not here! At Aperture we do all our science from scratch!" The Human voice rung out.
"That was not supposed to happen..."

Thar looked at an image of a Portal Gun.
"Huh, odd." She said and hid it swifly. "Well we have Gods and not Giants..."

"Oh yes, I remember that, hehehehe, hehehe, Oh sorry, some Human 'Video Games' were quite interesting, now the-"
A new music Played. (Prepare to Drop)
"That music. Is Horrible." He commented, trying desperately to turn it off.

OOC: Ironic...

Thar laughed.
"Why do you have it then?"

"Err, it was a Joke of Tranquilities, I think, putting such a bad music song on here, called 'Never gonna give you up, or something" He hissed.
"Disguised it by calling it 'Prepare to drop'"
He shut off the music.

Thar shuddred.
"Viahlesqe." She muttered. "Oh, that's, uhm, a cross between vile and grotesqe... or something... I am very tired, Yapyan, and I don't know why. I shouldn't be."

Yapyan shrugged.
"I wouldn't know why you are" He said.
"Lets see, I think this migh-"
New music began to play. A very popular Sangheili song.
"I forgot I have this one..."

Thar scratched a mandible idly.
"What will you do if we live?"

Yapyan thought for a moment.
"Good question, maybe I'll learn a fifth language, or write a book, or learn some programming- Oh Wait, I can already Program with CHPLus" He said.

"He knows the cure." Thar said suddenly.

"Who does?" Yapyan asked.
"What cure, in manner of speaking?"

"I don't know. He told me." She frowned.

"Interpreting Vague answer as 'No idea' then" Yapyan said.
He touched some controls.

Thar fidgited.
"I feel like I hate him, but it feels impossible."

"Hm... I see..." Said Yapyan.
"This might make you feel better, deploying Smooth music in three... two... one..."
(Smooth Jazz, Portal)
"Ops, that file must of been broken partly."

Thar blinked.
"If you know who I mean, you know nothing will help."

"Fine, be like that, I was only attempting to help" Said Yapyan.
"Well, what about this one?"
(Still Alive - Aperture Science Innovators)

Thar sighed.
"Be honest with me or die, what do you think of me?"

"Really... Eh... good question..."
"Firstly, I think you are too critical on yourself, you also blame yourself too much, and you also like to change your mind, alot. Ehm..." Yapyan stops to think.

"What happened on the Spirit?"