(Halo & ILoveBees (c) Microsoft Studios, Bungie & related creators. Content includes mentions of death, violence and some inappropriate, uncensored language. Potentially nightmare-fuelling imagery ahead; phobic triggers of death and the dark are possible upon reading. This fic is on the harder end of the PG-13 scale; viewer discretion is advised.)
- TRANSMISSION I OF ? -
Hey.
I can't hold onto the connection for much longer, and I know you're pretty fucked up from what happened to you. But you're the only one who can listen - you didn't know they implanted it in your head, did you? You're a fluke, though. Something's wrong with the chip that doesn't let them see you - did you bang your head off the side of something too many times, pal?
... Okay, bad joke for the current situation, what with your ... being half-chewed up and everything. Yeah, I'm like that, and you'll probably be hearing more of it, but I've got to make things short. Whoever the hell is poking at my insides won't take long to take down the barriers I've managed to throw up - I can't protect myself for very long. There's no promises I can keep up the encryption to your device in this state, either, so I want you to listen close, and listen well.
I can't tell you my name, as they're after me. What I need you to do is find her for me. I think she's somewhere in this jungle - I've heard things. Loose lips sink ships, like they say. I can't say where she is, but I think they might have planted her in a host. A blind host, to try and throw me off their trail; they're hurting her, I know it, just like they hurt me. I need to make it stop, and let them know what really happened to her and me. You're the only one close I can find to tell this - the implant, after all.
By the time you're awake enough to comprehend this, it's probably just going to be a little niggling memory in the back of your mind. But that's the key - they can't find us if that's true. You'll remember, when you need to - I'm sure of it.
Sending data now ...