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LagunaFairTribal
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Thoran turned around and looked up at Felix, with a kind of body language that said "Are you fucking serious right now?". He took a step forward, grabbed Felix's leg, and flung him onto the ground on his back. There was no worry of injury though, because Spartan armour was meant to withstand a fall into the atmosphere. "I'm sorry, sarge. I forgot you were the boss here." He said softly yet aggressively, getting down on one knee and leaning close to him. "I shouldnt have to explain myself to you, but I shall if it will make you sleep better at night. I need you, as a scout, to stay here to keep watch. For now, your job is over. You've scouted, and now you can scout the outside of this pelican. Green Horn can't maintain something on a planet with possible hostiles without some kind of back up, and aside from Roza, you'll be the best one to see them coming. We need Roza to keep US safe while WE do our jobs... IS THAT CLEAR!!??" He continued to stare through Felix's visor at him, waiting for a reply, and ready to smack the shit out of him if he gave him any cheek.