Private Talgott wasn't invited to the command center. After all, he was but a lousy recruit. As he was wandering the Alamo, a silver-painted phantom dropped reinforcements within the walls. A silver phantom? It hadn't been long ago since he saw one just like that somewhere in deep space after his run-in and subsequent capture by jackal pirates.
Out of the gravity lift dropped a white-armored sangheili Ultra along with some happy-looking grunts. Talgott knew this elite! It was R'Kahn Sever'ee! His luxury yacht's silhouette could be seen in the clouds underway back to the battle above.
"Recon!"
Talgott, still wearing his helmet, walked up to the muscular two-feet longer alien. R'Kahn, in all his cultural wisdom and youthful ignorance, growled back at him and wove him off with his four long fingers. "Be wary, human! I am preoccupied!" Talgott smiled under his helmet. However impressive their adaptation to alien languages, those aliens always spoke so silly. He took off his helmet and opened his arms, ready to embrace an old friend.
"Saxophone-man!"
Giddy as a schoolgirl, the mighty R'Kahn Sever ran into private Talgott's arms and raised him into the air. All of his grunts marveled at this so called 'Saxophone-man human'. "Blood brother!" The elite Ultra finally set him down.
It wasn't long before R'Kahn and Talgott had set up a makeshift jazz lounge in the eastern quadrant of the Alamo. Talgott manned the saxophone, R'Khan the piano (although he wasn't very good) and the grunts did percussion on Talgott's dual helmets and other scrap metal. The saxophone and piano were brought in from the Burden of Impotence, R'Kahn's flagship. After befriending Lester Talgott a few months prior, he had taken up the piano himself hearing the ODST's endless monologues about the beauty of jazz. And although the sangheili could not work out the sax, the grunts occasionally had fun with it.
At least a dozen battle-worn marines shuffled to the multi-species jam session. R'Kahn and the grunts had found a rhythm. It was time for Talgott's saxophone solo! His broken-or-bruised arm made it a little difficult, but he was a jazz musician - he could never fail a crowd. Even in the command center could Talgott's saxophone solo be heard, albeit very faintly.
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