PROFILE: MICHAEL DEMS – VARIOUS IDENTIES INCLUDE: MIKE, MIK, MICHAE.
PROFILE STATUS: CLASSIFIED.
NAME – MICHAEL DEMS
PROFFESION – Orbital Drop Shock Trooper
AGE – 24
RANK: CAPTAIN
STATUS: K-I-A
REASON OF DEATH: FOUND A FORERUNNER B-
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"Arbiter, you know you shouldn't be looking at these things. There for human eyes only." The sergeant told the Sanghelli. The Arbiter liked the Sergeant, he was the son of Johnson, and he was as good a soldier as his father. "We are allies now, we have a right to this information, you know that." He knew that he was the only one truly comfortable in a human city, and most still felt uneased by human presence. The sergeant sighed and agreed with a sorrowful expression, "Sergeant, what did he find about the forerunners?" The curiosity was gnawing on him like a hungry dog on a bone, the tapping made by the humans on their computers surrounded him. "Trust me Arbiter, you sure as hell don't want to know." The arbiter stared at him before the human gave in, and nodded for him to follow..
"What you are about to see is the greatest find ever made in history, All races. It makes the discovery of Halo pathetic in comparison. What you are about to see is the video log of the neural implants of Michael Dems. If this becomes common knowledge.. Then... a new war will break out." The Arbiter understood. Do. Not. Tell. ANYONE. Paranoia? Perhaps, but if it stops another war it is worth it, he thought.
The sergeant reached a door, he tapped 32 numbers into it, then a giant blast door was there, blocking the way, he took said his serial number, gave it an code, then had it check his irises, his palm, a strand of his hair, and then some blood, it only then registered as clear and the blast door opened.
And in the room stood a computer, and one disc. He grabbed the disc and allowed it to slide into the drive, then a screen popped up with another password, 6 letters, he then clicked PLAY.
And what he saw, tore his world apart.