Well, our final dream had been realized. The Construction was done. It had taken 14 long cycles, but it finally had ended. That scourge would finally be locked away for all eternity. I stood next to Jar'tol, and he looked back at me.
"Are you ready, Flin'tor?" he said in a calm voice. From the radio pike behind us, we could hear the COM chatter of the various warriors holding position outside of the Ark.
"Sir! We can't hold the parasite for much longer! They have overrun the shields and have consumed our first lance! We can't…cover that side Hark'tol, look o… et it off me! Get it o…warriors fall back to the auxiliary defensive zone…Activated any second!" The signal went dead.
I knew that the Flood were very fast in conquering our meager defense, and would be upon us any second.
"Yes. I am."
"Then hand me the Index, please." I was amazed. Even with the slaughter raging one hundred ticks away, he still remained perfectly calm in his disposition. "Forty-Nine Distal Bit, the Holo-corder please. I will address our people now."
"Absolutely, Sir. Inform me whenever you are ready." Said the grey, floating Drone. He was Monitor of the Ark, and would be if it ever needed be activated again.
"Please start now." He paused slightly. "My fellow Forerunners, we face a stubborn enemy. He decimates our strongest defenses with relative ease. He consumes and consumes without appetite. He kills without remorse. He is the Parasite. We have, however found a way to stop him. Our brightest minds have been stowed away safely under our shields. It is now time to activate our creations. I bid all who are watching the best of luck in the other plane." The Holo-corder bleeped, saying that the message had been successfully sent. Jar'tol turned back towards me.
"It is time." I nodded nervously in agreement and watched as he pushed the large glowing button on the projected panel. The generators whined, the lights dimmed, and a narrow purple beam shot into the hole in the ceiling and hit each of the seven fins that activated the rings. I stood in awe at the sheer beauty of our final revenge. I saw Jar'tol close his eyes and look upwards. I did the same, and thought to myself,
"So. This is how we win."