"You speak of impossible words engineer." Said Bev'em solemnly leaning his tall angled head lower to look at Isaac through the energy field "Where the abomination has…"

"Let's hear what he has to say first." Said Carter as he cut the Sanghelli off.

Isaac took that as his cue as he pressed a button on his forearm that suddenly projected an image of two tall, dark twisting spires that rose towards the sky. It looked to Carter like dueling black, pointed tongues that were twisting around each other with markings vertically etched into it. The tower certainly looked of alien origin considering that it looked nothing like any human or Covenant designs he had ever seen. However the spire unsettled the Spartan. Carter had seen several Forerunner artifacts during his tours of duty but where as those artifacts looked bright, angular and clean, this one looked foreboding and almost angry and other worldly.

"This is our ticket to controlling the Necromorphs. Several months ago we found something on the surface. ONI ended up coming in and their eggheads came down to look at it. Eventually they built the station so they could bring it up and study it. The scientists called it the Marker. After sometime they found out it was created by the Forerunners and that it was a way that they could control them. We could make them do anything we wanted them to do."

"That'd be one hell of a cavalry. A trooper falls in battle, becomes resurrected to be still combat effective."

"A desecration of honorable warriors is what it is, turning them into unfit mongrel bastards." Commented Bev'em with a hiss

"How is this possible Isaac? How does it work?" asked Carter

"Sorry but I don't know. It wasn't the project I was working on. Everything was going well until we came under attack from Insurrectionists who took control of the Marker. Apparently we had some sleeper agents on our crew that knocked out communications and infected our station A.I. In the chaos the Innies got control of the Marker and unleashed the Necromorph test subjects on us. Almost everyone on the station was wiped out or turned into one of them. Only a handful of survivors were peppered all over the station."

"So what you're wearing is what I'm assuming what got you off the station." Said Carter as he and Bev'em quickly scrutinized the alien looking armor that clung to Isaac's form once more

Isaac abruptly turned the projector of the Marker off as he let out a breath and broke his gaze. For a long moment he looked around the cell, not looking Carter or Bev'em in the eyes.

"Isaac." Said Carter softly. "I understand what you were working on was top secret but I need to know everything before we can commit to going into such a dangerous situation, especially if we're talking about necromorphs."

A moment of silence passed as Carter could see the conflict brew in Isaac.

"Damn it. Alright. When they found the Marker…they… hell with it, we found some Forerunner battle harnesses as well. They were old and damaged. Things were so advanced I don't think we could repair it if we wanted to but we could reverse engineer some of it. So that's what we did and once that was done, we then combined it existing technology from the Mjlonir and Covenant tech and well…made this." Said Isaac as he turned his palms upwards to show them what he was wearing with a slight smile of pride.

"What's it called?"

"It's called a RIG, short for Resource Integration Gear. It's an advanced prototype right now with a bunch of abilities such as functioning in a vacuum. I was among five people in a group of survivors. With us was Colonel Hammond, in charge of Titan operations and security. He gave the order for me to put on the RIG and get it as far away from the Innies as possible since we lost the Marker. Hammond tried to issue the self destruct command but we lost Vandal, our A.I. so we couldn't use the self destruct so Hammond and the rest of the group of the security group were going to fight their way to the power core and try to blow it. That was the last I heard from them before I got shipped out."

"And who was the woman attacking you? We're under the assumption that she was an Insurrectionist." Said the Elite

"You're probably right. I didn't even know she was following me until she started shooting at me. I'm just an engineer. Look I know it sounds weird but I'm telling you everything that's the truth."

A moment of silence passed as the Spartan and the Elite carefully gauged the information that they were just told. It seemed a lot of information to process and would take time to reach command for verification. Carter wasn't even sure if the Mercy was able to make it to the Titan station let alone have enough troops to make an assault.

"Look man, I don't know if they succeeded but it's not likely. I went through hell to escape and bring help so maybe we can help them so we have to go back." Pleaded Isaac

"Sit tight Isaac. I understand it's hard but even if we could, it might take awhile to see where our repairs are at. Meantime just sit tight and take a breather. We'll do what we can. Do you need anything else?" said Carter reassuringly

"A sandwich and a bottle of whiskey." Responded Isaac as he returned to his seat and leaned back, practically melting out of exhaustion as he gave a chuckle.

Carter smiled at Isaac over the small joke. The engineer reminded him of Noble Six in a way. It made the Spartan take a long deep breath of air into his lungs as he tried to push out the feeling of guilt.

"We shall send some food over. Meanwhile, it is best to get as much rest for any upcoming battles." Said Bev'em "You have proven your worth in defeating such abominations with honor. We may need you."

With that, Carter and the Elite turned and headed out the door as the two guards waiting patiently outside turned and saluted once more before turning and heading back into the brig to continue their watch. As the door closed, Carter waited a moment before speaking as to make sure no one else was listening. But the silence also served to help Carter find the will to speak to the Elite standing next to him as an ally since sight of the tall purple alien stirred atrocities from the war that rolled around inside him like a piece of burning charcoal. War was over though and they were on the same side now.

"What do you think of our guest?" asked Carter, trying not to make his voice sound too forced.

"A truly honorable warrior in the face of such monsters. I do believe he in need of rest."

"I meant, do you trust him? Something about all this feels off. I thought Insurrectionists we're wiped out."

"Some do survive still. But your question is I do trust him." Said the Elite with a proud assurance

Carter let the new information sink in his head as the only sound that stood by them now was the hollow echoing of their footsteps on the cold metal floor. The sound mirrored the new information bouncing around Carters brain as he tried to catch each thought to properly process it but to no avail. He felt on edge since the crash and the wounds on his forearms were beginning to ache fiercely again as the duo made their way to engineering.