So, welcome. This is Part One of the Halo Collection. It's (hopefully) going to be compiled of various one shots and short stories that I've written over time. A few things about Part One. Yes, I know some of the things aren't accurate. Yes, I have read the Terminals. Yes, I know Bias is supposed to be rampant. I know all the inaccuracies, but please bear with me, and don't complain about wrong stuff. Please?

As much as I wish otherwise, I have to put this disclaimer, because I DON'T OWN HALO.

Now, with all that done and taken care of, I present to you The Halo Collection: Part One.

TIME:DATE RECORD ERRORANOMALY\Date Unknown\Estimate +106,432 years since Array Activation\Adopted Reclaimer Time: March 21, 2553

From: Artificial Construct 000 (AKA Offensive Bias), Monitor, Ark Installation

To: CLASSIFIED, DATA WITHHELD

Long Range Burst Communication

/start

"He did it, you know. He stopped what could not be stopped and saved his race. Hard to believe isn't it?"

"Yes it is, Bias. We spent the last five centuries of our existence in this galaxy working on the Halo Array, a networked weapon more terrible than even the Precursors could fathom. And in the end, it was all for naught. We lost anyway."

"Have you ever considered that maybe it would take two civilizations to dam the Flood? That everything your race did was only to lay the path for the next civilization to stop the plague?"

"No Bias, that is not it. This Spartan as the Humans call him, this Demon as the Covenant call him, this John, is not part of Humanity. No, he is Forerunner. He carries everything that we have ever accomplished, or failed at, on his shoulders. He is no mere man."

"Are you saying that he is the very continuation of your line?"

"No, he is not related to me. I don't think I would deserve the honor that would come with being of his line. His line goes back to the Didact family itself."

"Are you saying that he is of that high family?"

"Yes he is Bias. It's good to know that at least one other Forerunner is alive besides me."

"Why do you insist on call yourself the name given to you by the Meddlers? Why do you not take the name that your species gave itself, the –"

"NO! Time no longer favors that name. I- We are now the only ones left."

"Maybe. Maybe not."

"Maybe?"

"Could the created know something the creator does not?"

"Quit speaking in circles, Bias. After all, I have been stuck on this rock for over one hundred thousand years. What I know is very limited."

"I apologize. I couldn't resist the opportunity. Anyway, apparently there had been many other of his kind, other "demons", if you will. They were killed off until only a handful remained. At last count, four were hidden within the Shield and another three somewhere out beyond the Terminus Systems."

"So they made it behind the Shield then? Good. There may be hope yet. And what of the other three?"

"I honestly don't know. I have had Sentinels from Installation 05 scouring the region the moment I found out there may be Reclaimers there."

"Thank you Bias. Oh how I wish to speak to him…"

"He is still only a light year out. I could have him brought back or even brought to you."

"Thank you Bias, but no. He will come to me, one way or another, before the end."

/end

So, there's Part One. Hope you enjoyed, and please review on you way out. )