FELIX: ( while observing the bgc crew ) holy shit. it's actually them. ( turning to look at locus in the distance ) oh no.
EPISODE 13: +1 FOLLOWER
FELIX: psst, hey! LOPEZ: ¿escuchaste algo? FELIX: yeah, you. brown guy. over here. LOPEZ 2.0: mierda, ¿quién es ese? LOPEZ: ¿quién es qué? no puedo ver. FELIX: hey, don't move, just — listen. you and your friends are in a lot of trouble. LOPEZ 2.0: ¡¿qué?! LOPEZ: en serio, ¿qué carajo está pasando? FELIX: i'm gonna get you guys out of here, okay? but listen, you've gotta sit tight for just a little while longer. i'm not the only one that has their eyes on you. LOPEZ 2.0: ¿qué significa eso? FELIX: i gotta go. look, i know you people can fend for yourselves, just — be careful.
EPISODE 15: NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH
WASH: let's move inside. we need to find cover in case there's more hiding out in the — FELIX: ( jumping in front of wash ) run! SIMMONS: look out! it's another one! FELIX: ( dropping into a crouch as locus snipes his calf/leg/whatever ) augh! son of a bitch! SIMMONS: no, wait. i'm confused. FELIX: argh, what are you doing? i said run! LOCUS: excellent work, soldiers. you killed my men. i suppose that makes you the real deal. SIMMONS: okay, now i'm really confused. LOCUS: quiet. all of you, come with me. WASH: and why would we do that? LOCUS: because if you don't come now, i'll have to take you later. FELIX: fuck off! LOCUS: you. shut your mouth and be glad i missed your head. FELIX: ( in the prissiest bitchiest tone ever ) oh my god, you are such a douchebag. TUCKER: yeah, what he said! LOCUS: this is your last chance. WASH: freckles! GRIF: holy shit! did you see that? CABOOSE: no! what happened?! please describe it to me! use only small words! FELIX: um. any of you know how to patch up a leg? DOC: i'll go get some orange juice. FELIX: wait, that's a thing?
EPISODE 16: FAQ
DOC: there, good as new. FELIX: i can't feel my toes. DONUT: that's normal. FELIX: is it? ( at wash as he comes in hot with a rifle in his face: ) hey, whoa! WASH: you need to start talking. FELIX: hmm, aggressive, paranoid, and a little melodramatic. you must be agent washington. TUCKER: ha! melodramatic. FELIX: and that means the rest of you are the reds and the blues. CABOOSE: oh my god, how did he know that?! GRIF: we're wearing red and blue armor. CABOOSE: but how can he tell? GRIF: will somebody please fix his helmet? WASH: how do you know who we are? FELIX: seriously? c'mon, man. everybody knows about you guys. you're heroes! SARGE: heroes? FELIX: you're the team that brought down project freelancer. you're some of the galaxy's greatest soldiers! SIMMONS: weeeell, i can see how you might think that. SARGE: because it's absolutely true! DOC: iiiiit's partially true. GRIF: but mainly false. WASH: stop giving him information. what's your name? FELIX: felix. WASH: okay, felix. what are you doing here? FELIX: do you want the long answer or the short one? WASH: do you want another bullet in your leg? FELIX: hey, that bullet's there because of you! TUCKER: he's got a point. WASH: just . . . explain what's going on. GRIF: uh, yeah. like who were those guys that were trying to kill us? SIMMONS: and why haven't we been rescued yet? FELIX: wait. where do you think you are? TUCKER: what do you mean? FELIX: i mean, do you understand where you've crashed? SARGE: well, we've been taking bets. highest wager's currently on bermuda triangle. after that we've got gilligan's island and purgatory. GRIF: so stupid. DOC: no, just think about it! it makes perfect sense! FELIX: the reason no one's come to help you is the same reason no one's come to help them. SIMMONS: them? FELIX: the people on this planet. WASH: what planet? FELIX: chorus. TUCKER: never heard of it. FELIX: well, i wouldn't expect you to. it's on the very edge of colonized space, and after the war between the humans and the aliens, it was more or less forgotten by earth and the unsc. GRIF: we crashed in the middle of nowhere on a planet in the middle of nowhere. fucking beautiful, everybody. SIMMONS: but how did we end up so far from home? it should've been a short flight. SARGE: uhhh, one mystery at a time there, simmons. FELIX: now being a small planet completely free of unsc jurisdiction the nice little people of chorus decided to run things on their own. the only problem was, they didn't do a very good job.
INNIE ➔ insurrectionist SPOOK ➔ this isn't a term exclusive to halo but within halo's universe it's generally used in reference to an oni operative GLASSING ➔ orbital plasma bombardment HIGHCOM ➔ unsc high command UNICOM ➔ unified ground command ODST ➔ orbital drop shock trooper
I don't usually discuss my weaknesses mainly because I don't have many, but that's definitely one of them. What? You didn't think I knew? Please. Smokers know cigarettes kill you but you still see them huddled together out back on their lunch breaks. You wanna know why? 50 percent crippling addiction to nicotine, and the rest because it just feels good.
See, as you're aware, I kill people. It's what I do. I do it really well. Now some people say that makes me a bad person, and to those people I say bzzt, wrong. People have been killing people for centuries. We do it in the name of war, religion, because fucking Steve was cocky enough to try and bang my wife. This is nothing new. You know what it is? It's what makes us human.
Animals don't kill in the name of anything; they just fucking kill shit because they're hungry or territorial or whatever. People are on another level. You ever stop to think about that? Like, what is it about people that makes us so different? We've got all these emotions and thoughts and opinions on things.
My partner hates it -- runs from it, really -- because those thoughts get in the way; they make things complicated. He's right, but he's also a little out of touch with his humanity. Do you see what I'm getting at here?
Okay, let me start it back: why do I talk?
I talk because it's my way of expressing what makes me, me. Because it feels good. The fundamental law of nature is that the strong survive and the weak don't. The same thing applies to us. If killing you is gonna put money in my pocket, put bread on my table, then I'm gonna kill you. Weak feeding the strong, circle of life, hakuna matata.
Here's the important part: if I feel good about killing you, if being better than you gives me a rush, does that make me a bad person?
No. That makes me human. Get it?
Then no hard feelings.
SOURCE: miles luna, but unfortunately the original post is no longer active.
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