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Author's Notes: I have noticed that no one has really done a story with a precursor as the main character in a crossover or regular fan fiction so I thought that it would be cool to write one about it.
Chapter 1: Frying pan into the Fire.
The precursors were a non-violent race as they upheld the mantel of responsibility for the life that they seeded into the galaxy. They were defenseless as the Forrunners turned on them in a fit of jealousy and betrayal. The precursors could not see why they commit such acts of destruction, and perhaps this pride that the Forrunners had was the reason why they were not picked to carry on their legacy once they departed the galaxy. They were driven beyond the out rims of the galaxy and into pocket galaxies around them.
Their last home in a pocket galaxy a few thousand light years away from was set ablaze by the desires of conquest from the ones that they created. But not all of the Forrunners were blood thirsty for those who they felt betrayed by: some came to regret their actions and sought redemption for their crimes. One such Forrunner, Soul's requiem of Eternal Reflection, found one such precursor protecting what looked like children inside a broken down house, though it still looked way more advanced in tech than what they had.
Soul's:" Is this what we have become in our petty pride and jealousy? Slaughtering our creators who have not the desire to harm or fight?" He thought solemnly as he stared into their "faces"
While the precursors are not the most beautiful of races, they were by far one of the kindest species of all. Soul's couldn't do this anymore: for what was the point in being honored by your people if it meant sacrificing your innocence and sanctity of your own spirit.
The Forrunners understood that if the precursors ever felt the desire to destroy at some point that they could wipe out the Forrunners effortlessly, but they lacked the desire to do this.
Soul could see that the precursor in front of him was incasing himself in armor that sprang into existence as if it was a part of his own body to begin with. His hand formed into cannon as he aimed it at. Soul knew that he was no match for him, but that is not why he stopped and lowered his weapons to the ground.
Soul's:" I know that you can understand me creator. I do not wish to fight your kind anymore. I'm so very tired of harming innocent lives that I'd rather be no more than continue. I'm afraid that I can only afford to save one of you. Too many of my kind are around here for us to attempt to escape all together. Here take this." He said as he stripped away his armor and handed it to him.
Soul's:" I know that this armor is vastly primitive compared to what you have, but it will disguise you as me as you make your escape. I will protect these young ones as best I can, I promise." He said with tearful sincerity.
The precursor did not speak, since its body didn't have a mouth, but knew what Soul's was saying as he bought on the armor that was given to him. Now it was the precursor's turn to feel solemn.
The precursor decided to preserve a copy of Soul's corporeal form inside itself as he touched Soul's forehead and copied Soul's corporeal form inside its own body using its neural physics tech.
Soul's Salvation:" farewell our creation. I will preserve your essence and make it my own in respect to the creation that saved the last of my kind." He said in Soul's own voice.
Soul's Salvation is what the Precursor named itself after changing its form into Soul's requiem's in honor of him.
Soul's Salvation then went out past the warring roads and paths as he made his way to a star road.
Soul's:" Farewell my friend." He said as he took one last look at the burning world.
Soul's decided to travel to the nearest galaxy that mirrored the one that his race seeded life on, but this would turn out to be a very long way to go. Soul's did not care for the passage of time since it did not affect his form as it would do most others.
A very long time later:
Soul's came upon a spiral galaxy that was the same size as the one he left. He entered it and landed on the first habitable planet he came across.
Soul's:" Perhaps I will find my redemption here in this galaxy." He thought to himself.
Soul's took off the armor he was given a long time ago, though still boor the body, memories, and mind of the Forrunner that saved him. His neural physics produced a seamless armor with large shoulder guards.
The planet he was on was that of ashes and toxic mists that choked the air. Soul's could hear the sound of spitting and gunfire off in the distance. Wishing to intervene in the violence transpiring, he went towards the noise as quickly as he could. His armor formed jets at the back and propelled him forward at blinding speeds as he flew towards the battle that was taking place.
On the top of a high mountain cliff, Soul's could see a battle raging between an insect like race that spat acid, and a reptilian race that pushed against the insects with brute force.
Soul's:" I will end this as quickly as I can." He said as he jumped from on high.
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