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The park, evening

Slowly, O'Malley's troops had been gathering in the park. While still more were on the way, O'Malley had decided it was time to inspect his Duck Army. It could never hurt morale to socialise with the grunts. With Benedict - the duck formely known at the bratty duck with theet - by his side, O'Malley headed to the park where his Duck Army was standing in formation to greet their commander.

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Kawalsky decided to take his Santa-ing to town for a little while. That, and he wanted to check up on Tex or whatever she was calling herself these days. What better way than an innocent stroll through town in a Santa costume?

Sure enough, once he hit the park, there she was with the ducks. What the hell was it with her and ducks? Kawalsky shook his head. "Ho ho ho!" he called. "Merry Christmas!"

O'Malley had been in the middle of a passionate speech involving blood ponds when he was interrupted.

"How dare you..." He shouted as he turned around and stopped mid sentence as he noticed who had spoken. "Santa!"

"Yeah, it's me, Santa Claus," Kawalsky replied, hefting his sack over his shoulder. "Merry Christmas! I've been watching you this year."

O'Malley was quiet for a moment while Benedict stared from his commander to Santa Kawalsky and back again.

"Me or Allison? Because Allison's been very very naughty, but I've been a really good boy, Santa."

Aha. There came the multiple personality thing again. "No, no, not Allison," Kawalsky said in his best Santa voice. What was the name that the radio claimed Tex was calling herself? O'Grady? O something. O'Malley! "I'm talking about you, O'Malley. Are you sure you've been a good boy? Last I checked you were on my naughty list. You know, after that whole thing with the blood."

O'Malley bristled and huffed. "Of course I've been good. If I get paid to kill, then it would be naughty to not do it now would it? Unlike Tex who insisted on keeping that dimwitted idiot alive just because she slept with him. I would have killed them all, just like we were told to, but nooooo."

O'Malley laughed. "We'll have none of that anymore now. I'll do a good job. See? I'm a good boy, Santa."

"Well, yes, that's true. You have been a good boy for doing your job." He went out on a limb and tried his Goa'uld-or-something-like-it theory. "But what about taking over Allison's body against her will? That's a very naughty thing to do, O'Malley. Wouldn't you be much better off taking over the body of someone who wants to be taken over?" Gulp.

"Against her will?" O'Malley threw his head back and laughed loudly, the ducks startled and ruffled their feathers but remained in formation. "Didn't she spend her life training to receive me? She should be grateful that I rescued her from the clutches of the UNSC. Blubbering idiots and fools who didn't appreciate the gift I was to them. I'll be a good boy, Santa. Just deliver me some plasma grenades and I'll show how good a boy I am."

Kawalsky checked in his sack. "I'm fresh out of plamsa grenades, O'Malley. Customs and immigration wouldn't let me bring any weapons into the country. Pesky people they are. I can assure you, they're only getting coal from me for Christmas. What about something that doesn't do any damage, but that both you and Allison can enjoy together?"

"Cockbiting fucktards!" It's not the answer O'Malley wanted to hear and he starts cursing violently and waving his still out of ammo rifle around. "I'll get them for that. I'll rip them into pieces and shove the coal up their asses."

After a moment he calms down and tilts his head. "I know a good gift, Santa."

Kawalsky was doing his best to remain calm, and he was doing a pretty good job of it. "What would that be, O'Malley?"

O'Malley behind his visor and moved towards the nearest bench. The ducks standing in the way, fluttered aside and Benedict followed closely on his heels.

"You sit down," O'Malley said, motioning to the bench. "I'll sit on your knee and then you ask Allison the password and code to the supply room. She can't deny Santa now, can she? Yes. Yes, she will have to tell you and then I can get in and blow up the town and it will be a red christmas in your honour!" He laughed. Evilly. Like only supervillains can do.

Uh-oh. Think quick. He had to think quickly.

"I'm afraid you can't sit on my lap, O'Malley. With the weight of that armor, you'll crush me and then I'll never be able to deliver any more presents. But how about you sit down here beside me and let me talk to Allison and we'll see if we can get her to tell me what you want to know."

"Have you considered getting yourself some MJOLNIR armour? A red and white one. You'd be quicker delivering those presents. Or you could just give them all to me." O'Malley babbled on as he, like a good boy, sat down on the ground and looked up at Santa Kawalsky.

"That armor isn't a bad idea, O'Malley. I'll certainly give it some thought." Kawalsky sat down on the park bench. "Now.. Allison, are you in there? It's Santa."

'Come on Tex,' he thought silently. 'Wake the fuck up and kick this guy's ass.'

There was silence as O'Malley drew back in Tex' mind, giving her room. Chances were slim that Kawalsky would have noticed any changes happening behind the armour and further inside Tex' mind.

Then suddenly, O'Malley jumped back to his feet. The ducks startled and flew up, quacking in panic. "Kawalsky? Is that it, Allison? Is that the password?"

Kawalsky stiffened at the mention of his name. He slowly rose to his feet. "Merry Christmas, O'Malley," Kawalsky said. "I hope you get what you deserve this year. Be a good boy, and we'll see about those flash grenades for next year."

"Plasma!" He corrected and laughed. "No need, no need. When I open the door, I'll have all the grenades I want!"

"Benedict!" He called for the duck leader, already forgetting about Santa. "Tonight we will own this town. We will deliver grenades in everyone's mailbox and blow them up when they want to read their morning paper. It will be explosive news!"

Kawalsky got out of there as fast as he could without drawing too much attention. Tex was still in there somewhere. Whatever this O'Malley was was suppressing her enough to control her body. It had to stop. He'd been through the same thing, although his memories of it were limited to brief flashbacks, and he couldn't in good conscience let that continue, not with Tex.

He had some plotting to do.

~~Master Claus??? ooow!~~

~~Bwahahaha!~~

~~Does that make 343 Guilty Spark the Rudolph character?~~

~~*wouldn't know as she's unfamiliar with Halo*~~

*blasphemous!!

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