Snippet #1783676

Private First Class Corban Thrace
EDF Atlas- Crew barracks

After several shots and a beers Baird had managed to get Corban to loosen up. The big mans helmet was laying on the table beside several empty glasses and a broken bottle.

"... I mean frak If I was that ugly I woulda ate my gun. Hell this little freak looked like, like this guy."

Baird said throwing a thumb at the man sitting behind him at the next table over. Corban took another shot before noticing the man behind Baird stand up and turn to glare down at Baird.

"You talking about me runt?"

The man said. The guy was a pilot by the look of his uniform. Just a tad shorter than Corban but big enough to dwarf Baird. Corban eyed him from his seat ready to drop this guy if he tried anything. Baird just causally turned around in his seat to look up at the big pilot.

"Easy fly boy, don't get your panties in a knot. I was just making a joke beef tits. Ya know a joke? Like that thing in your pants."

The pilot gripped Baird up by the shirt collar and lifted him out of his seat.

"I'm gunna bash your face in smart ass."

He growled. Baird just chuckled.

"Oh you're such a charmer. I bet you say that to all the girls."

The pilot cocked a fist back but as soon as Thrace stood out of his chair the pilot looked like he rethought his decision.

"Try it and you'll be picking up your teeth with a broom."

Corban warned. The pilot eyed him up before shoving Baird aside and stepping up to get in his face.

"Hey... Hey... I know you. You're Thrace right? Corban Thrace. Yeah I've heard about you. Your the ass hole that got your squad killed right? Your squad and both your brothers?"

Corban's fists clenched as the rage began to consume him. He could almost feel the heat radiating off his body as he imagined crushing the life from this pilots body. The pilot chuckled before continuing.

"Guess it's not so bad if ya think about it. Thanks to you there aren't anymore members of your piss pot family getting anymore EDF men killed."

The pilot barely got the last word out before Corban's hands shot out and grabbed his shirt collar before he pulled him forward and he smashed his forehead into the mans face, breaking his nose. The pilot stumbled back with a face pouring blood. Three more pilots stood up at the sight of the big marine attacking their fellow pilot. Baird chuckled and grabbed a bottle off the table beside him.

"Shiny, a tussle!"

He turned and turned to face the other pilots.

"Well ladies? We gunna scrap or ya gunna line up to get my autograph?"