RECOMPOSE
by Ladywolvesbayne
Today's episode will be kind of 'messy' and it will challenge your wits but it's still very important, so pay attention -wink- and enjoy! See you again at the end for an even more important announcement. I apologize beforehand for any possible mistakes, I didn't have time to triple-check, I just wanted to post and make you happy for tonight.
36. LIAR'S PARADOX
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"-ster Chief! Please, respond!" the voice kept saying inside his head, John came back from the numbness and his eyes opened slowly. "I read your brainwaves, you are conscious. Answer at once!"
He was moving, alright, but he wasn't walking. When his eyes finally focused on something, he saw his own armored feet and the fluorescent darkness that surrounded them, and noticed that something else moved beside him. A prism-shaped yellow crate, as tall as himself in armor. It all came back quickly, and John hit with the back of his hand the powerful arm of whoever was dragging him and the Havoks along. It was Sigrid.
"Carefully." she said. "A moment ago it was all fireworks inside your head."
"I'm fine." he growled.
His HUD was half dead, John found that he couldn't access the basic medical scan routine and that he had no instruments, but he wasn't surprised. The AI released her grip on the back of his armor and John stood up, checking weapons and ammo in an act of pure instinct. He still had his rifle and sidearm, the extra magazines pinned to his left thigh and a combat knife perfectly nested in its place. His armor was fully operational and there was no pain, so the next thing he did was to check the bombs.
The containment crate was damaged (some serious bumps and nicks), but not too badly. He pushed the locks and opened one of the lids, extracted the mine inside. The device seemed to be unscathed. He put it back in place and locked the lid again, then turned to Sigrid.
"Our squad?"
In a very human gesture, she shifted her weight from one leg to the other.
"I'm afraid it's just the two of us, Master Chief. So far I haven't received any kind of information about the other SPARTANS or about Cortana and her sibling, but I must keep my ports closed. There's something lurking around."
"What is it?"
"Not sure, but I can hear it." she replied. "Focus and you will hear it too."
'The Sphynx?' John mused. He looked up and found thousands upon thousands of tiny lights floating in well defined currents, rough crystalline columns and a nonexistent roof. At least they had light and it was enough to see clearly.
Strange. He thought he'd fallen into water or something.
Also... the humming on the back of his comms had stopped. What was it?
It was already a huge break of luck that they still had short range comms since transmissions relied on coordination, and coordination relied on precise timing. John peeked at his mission clock, it still shifted like crazy between the same numbers. Sigrid was right, he could hear the distant voices; it sounded just as if he were standing in the shadows of a corridor, hearing people talk at the other side as they walked away. The voices ended up fading in echoes, he couldn't make anything out of the words since the language was unknown to him.
All that open space wasn't reassuring either.
"We have to move." the Chief hurried, rifle already in hand.
"The gravitational pull comes from that direction." she turned right and pointed at the fluorescent path amongst the massive glass columns. "Subject Eleven's handwritten blueprints state that the Fortress surrounds the Bridge, which is most likely the mega-structure's center of mass. We should head that way."
John thought about what Subject Nine and the black hole.
He considered for a moment telling Sigrid about it, but when did he ever disclosed with anyone any vision he ever had provided or about Cortana? Not even Johnson knew exactly how he made it through High Charity to finally find her amongst the wreckage and the swarm of Flood-infected monsters, back then. Besides, Nine said the singularity was contained along with the ancient life-forms. Precursor life-forms, if she was right about them too.
Some things, John always chose to keep to himself.
"Then we go that way." he commanded, dryly.
The Master Chief grabbed one of the handles of the crate and Sigrid grabbed the other as they started walking, keeping their surroundings under watch. Dragging the container would only create unnecessary noise and so far, John was one-hundred-percent sure that he didn't want to be spotted by anyone who wasn't related to his team. A small thought crossed his mind, they should have found the Pelican by now; but the aircraft, probably smashed beyond any recognition, wasn't anywhere on sight.
They should have found the others, too.
His pulse stuttered when he remembered that Cortana was snatched away from him, so easily that it was almost embarrassing. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind, with violence. It wasn't the time to dwell on that, the memory of the fallen soldier and Nine's sharp, tired blue eyes struck his nerves like lightning and he focused on what she said. He had a job to do, but first...
Find her. How was he supposed to find Subject Nine, if he didn't even knew what that place really was?
"What are we looking for?" Sigrid said, after a while.
"A way out."
"Correct, but aside from that. Your theta brainwaves were consistent with a deep REM cycle, just that... you weren't dreaming, were you, Master Chief?" she insisted, her iridescent-green visor turned towards him. "I got a glimpse of it, it was too fast for me to seize and triangulate the source of the signal, but I saw it. Someone or something was broadcasting data to your neural implants. So, what are we looking for?"
John pursed his lips, uneasy, and decided to let it go a little:
"I think I know how Eleven got his 'extra help' to find the exit of this place." he said. "We might not have as much time as I first thought."
"More good news, I see. What was the content of the broadcast?"
"A memory."
Sigrid kept walking at his same pace, silent, expecting the rest of the explanation. It never happened. The AI tried to keep her temper under control as well, she should be used to be shut out like that and especially coming from that man. Truth is, at that point, Sigrid had no idea of why she kept siding with the Master Chief anymore, if she was now a truly autonomous being and he evidently didn't need her assistance.
An amber hue flickered around them and the AI felt the invasion of an alien signal scanning her systems; she knew she wasn't the only one under scrutiny. She stopped dead on her tracks, and then...
"SCAN COMPLETED. GENETIC MAKEUP NINETY-SEVEN PERCENT MATCH. GENETIC MAKEUP APPROVED."
The voice suddenly exploded everywhere, startling John. He immediately released the handle of the crate and crouched, his rifle aiming at the sparkling lights that floated around as lazily as they ever did. Sigrid hissed like an enraged viper and followed his lead, back to back with the Chief and keeping the yellow crate between them. The next time it wasn't just the voice: a low thunder made the floor tremble, the thudding steps of a solid entity that walked in many legs gave away a direction.
"A TRUE RECLAIMER, AT LAST. WHY DOESN'T IT COME TO US?"
Both John and Sigrid looked to their right:
"This place is shifting again." he noticed, uneasy.
"Confirmed." the AI informed. "The gravitational pull has increased by the tenth, we are definitely closer to the structure's center of mass. I have no further information on what happened or how."
"Ready to fire on my mark." the Chief insisted.
"You don't even have to say it, sir."
"PERHAPS IT ISN'T AWARE OF THE PROTOCOL."
The voice was an ensemble of many other voices, human, alien, male and female alike, all mixed together in a single, imperative sound. Behind the words spoken in the common tongue, John heard other languages and realized that this creature had been roaming around in the darkness along with them the whole time, waiting, maybe even following and studying them.
A flash of silver and orange called out the Chief's attention as the entity came out of the shadows, walking on four gigantic articulated legs.
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Kelly peeked carefully over the edge of the cliff.
She could hear the wind howling, but there was no wind.
She could see stars shining down the hole, but she was sure those weren't stars.
And still no Linda, or the Master Chief, or anyone else. The only thing she was certain of so far, was that she'd never been so disoriented before in her life. That place was playing games with her mind.
The SPARTAN crouched beside the edge, looking down, and studied the pit.
It was probably even wider than the platform they had fallen from earlier (a mile wide if she had to make an educated guess) and there was a thick luminescent stall that began down within the shadows and didn't seem to end anywhere above, whose lavender hue bathed the cavernous surroundings. It hummed like a running engine. Kelly supposed it was an energy conduit, maybe a backbone data stream. Whatever it was, the tall tube of light emitted radiation and it was messing with her radio, she could hear low cracks in the back of her frequency.
There was something strangely familiar about that lavender stall, anyway.
Between the howl and the hums she heard the buzzes, and looked up.
She didn't run back to the shadows, although what her eyes found was somewhat disturbing. Leaning back a little, Kelly pointed up with the barrel of her rifle and used the radio:
"Up there. A full swarm of drones."
Fred noticed them, regular Forerunner sentinels. He stopped counting after twenty five, guessing that the total count was three times the number as far as he could see. The silvery drones were hovering around the central stem, occasionally they touched it with their clawed utility arms, as if they were placing or extracting something from the structure, or just executing maintenance. The drones seemed old and battered, their design was similar to others he'd seen on Onyx but not exactly the same.
That hole and those drones where the first things they had found after walking blind in, well, nothingness, for maybe hours. Fred had been counting his heartbeats again, but even SPARTANS could get nervous and distracted when the current situation wasn't giving any sign of improvement.
The Lieutenant was willing to take this as an improvement.
"See any gravity lifts around?" he asked, still calm.
"Not in plain sight, at least. But I think that's a terminal."
Kelly's weapon now aimed across the surface of the hole, there was a pillar of some sort by the edge of the cliff at the other side, set in a platform stretched above the void and only wide enough for one person.
He looked at the terminal and then at the drones again.
For one, there was no way the two of them could make it there without alerting the machines' sensors. But then, there was two of them and one of them happened to be the fastest SPARTAN alive. They had it worse than seventy-some armored enemies and Fred liked their chances.
"If we can get some sense of direction, we'll know where to go." he decided. "You give it a try, get everything you can in a memory crystal. I'll cover. If the situation goes South, you know what to do."
"Understood."
Kelly didn't think twice, she darted dangerously skirting the edge of the hole and as soon as she was out in the open, the drones sensed her. Fred aimed and shot, the anti-HARPY ammunition pierced through every shield and piece of metal like a hot knife through butter and the machines started to smoke and malfunction, falling. It took him two shots to bring down the first six, while keeping an eye on Kelly. With this much precision, Linda would've probably killed three to five machines with a single shot, but he wasn't that good; so Fred was grateful that none of the drones had crossed Kelly's path yet and kept shooting.
She ran through the narrow catwalk and finally made it to the terminal, drones and bullets flying around her. The holographic screen lit up in a confusing amalgam of cyan fireworks when she touched the controls but then it flared a red sign and shut down. Kelly touched the console again. Nothing.
"It's locked!" Kelly yelled, punching the surface. "It doesn't respond!"
"Get out... there!" Fred said, as he continued shooting. The proximity of the energy beam was affecting their radio comms more than ever. "There's... machines... something... on the way!"
She wasn't giving up, not yet.
Kelly planted a bullet in the center of a drone who dared to come very close to her and yanked off the empty memory crystal from the back of her helmet, thinking fast. There had to be a way to access that computer, but the terminal didn't seem to have a port to plug in the crystal either. What the hell was going on with that place? Suddenly, the holographic screen lit up again and showed her images of a bright space and small figures moving in it, some bigger than others. It was a closed room, the signs stamped on the video were undecipherable to her.
The SPARTAN froze, her eyes glued to the screen.
'Is that... people?' Kelly thought. She distinguished the figures and understood what she was seeing, but she couldn't believe it. 'The missing crews of the prowlers and Covenant vessels, maybe? There are some Sangheili there, too. Where is this?'
She touched the console again, still no response.
"Kelly! ...out of there!" Fred ordered again.
"Just a second! I have something!"
"No, Kelly... to me! Look around... is going on!"
She looked up and noticed the broken machines, the drones either she or Fred had shot down with the anti-HARPY bullets, were moving. More like the busted drones were dismantling themselves and floating in the air, even the ones that had fallen down the pit were floating up in pieces. An orange energy wave bathed both Fred and Kelly and all the remaining drones ceased the attack on the spot.
The pit and its lavender stall became eerily quiet, all of a sudden.
An unidentified voice came out of nowhere: "SCAN COMPLETED. GENETIC MAKEUP FORTY-THREE PERCENT AND FORTY-SIX PERCENT MATCH. GENETIC MAKEUP NOT APPROVED."
The broken pieces of the machines moved faster, floating up to form a shapeless mass. The parts were creating something new, something big. Kelly started to walk backwards to the edge of the hole, looking for cover. Whatever was building up itself with broken drones was twice as tall as she was and irradiated heat.
Six orange-glowing eyes in a mildly human face were staring at her.
"YOU ARE NOT A RECLAIMER. YOU CANNOT GIVE ME MY ANSWER."
Fred's voice suddenly exploded in her ears: "KELLY, RUN!"
The creature's chest burst open and several white-hot cannons flashed an intense light before shooting to the moving target.
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It was an artificial construct with a massive head and six orange-glowing ocular devices up front. It stood over fifteen feet tall. Something wasn't right with it, for one of the eyes flickered on and off with an electric buzz, parts of its bodywork were nicked and even rusty. The construct reeked of human blood and heat (according to Sigrid's quick scan), beneath the many thin, silver floating plates that constituted its bulky body, its energy core still boiled with life and the shape of well hidden weaponry was mildly easy to spot.
John leveled his rifle immediately, the six eyes in the lion-like head focused on him. Silver elongated plates of its body bloomed around the head, making it look even bigger and threatening. John wasn't afraid of it, but its dead orange stare sure had an unnerving aura.
Its stylized and barely human face lit up in orange from beneath the plates.
"I ALMOST HAD LOST ALL HOPE, AFTER SO MANY FAILURES."
The droid ended its statement with a sound as sweet as children's laughter.
The Chief felt Sigrid's invasion in his head when she touched his elbow to speak privately: "Subject Eleven forgot to mention this little friend. It's an incredibly outdated sentry drone, limited AI but very little patience and quite the firepower. If you're going to piss it off, let me know first."
"How dangerous is it?" John asked, using the link.
"It's really ancient and somewhat damaged, but still deadly. Two plasma cannons at least, who knows how many other surprises. The two of us together have a seventy-six percent chance of taking it down with minor injuries."
"This is the closest thing to a terminal we've found so far."
Sigrid hesitated, but complied: "I understand. On your mark?"
"Affirmative."
"YOU HAVE WHAT IS NEEDED. YOU MIGHT BE THE ONE." the creature kept talking, unaware of what was going on before its armored paws. "BUT FIRST, YOU WILL GIVE ME MY ANSWER."
John's head snapped towards the Sphynx when heard that.
He forced Sigrid to let go of his elbow and faced the creature, ready to fire.
"I'm looking for the Bridge of this installation." the Chief said. "Take me there."
"ONLY IF YOU ANSWER TRUE."
For not being a monitor, the thing sure talked like one.
John tilted his head up instead of saying anything, which pretty much meant that he was ready to hear the rest.
All the floating pieces of the gigantic drone started to shift around its own bulk, some folding over each other, some breaking in smaller parts. The creature shrunk slowly as it moved closer to its prey, first on four legs, then on three and finally on two, and the plates of its body kept moving until the overall shape resembled a tall human figure. Sigrid gripped her weapon tighter between her artificial fingers and took a step to the side, since the creature was focused on the Chief and the Chief alone, as far as she could conclude.
The Sphynx had now turned into a silvery but perfect replica of the SPARTAN in olive green and black. The angry-orange iridescent faceplate faced John eye to eye, less than a yard apart from him.
The Chief didn't take a step back, on the contrary, he just waited quietly.
"THERES ONLY ONE QUESTION AND ONLY ONE ANSWER, THIS IS THE RULE." the Sphynx said, imitating John's voice. The deep, almost growling sound rippled through the vast area echoing in every tall column. "ANSWER TRUE, AND YOU WILL HAVE ME AT YOUR SERVICE. ANSWER FALSE AND YOU WILL SHARE THE FATE OF THE FALSE RECLAIMERS. YOU HAVE ONLY TEN HEARTBEATS TO RESPOND. AND YOU HAVE ONLY ONE ATTEMPT."
Now, that was interesting...
"Is that also a rule?" John dared to ask.
"AS IT WAS WRITTEN IN MY CODE. ARE YOU READY TO GIVE ME MY ANSWER?"
The Master Chief didn't hesitate: "Shoot."
"TELL US, RECLAIMER." the creature demanded again, and then, its helmeted head shifted slightly to the side, almost in an innocent gesture full of curiosity or perhaps arrogance. "WHAT IS THE NAME OF THY FATHER?"
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Eleven and Linda made it to what seemed to be the end of the cavernous area, a pair of massive blast doors awaited them. They'd been walking without real sense of direction for so long that they had to make sure that those were real doors and not some twisted mirage.
Attached to the wall next to the doors, there was a sensor pad of some sort. He ran to the doors and tinkered with the pad, while Linda approached slowly and kept an eye on the surroundings. She was a little worried about her team-mates but managed to keep herself composed, after all, Linda-058 was a prime soldier with or without a team. She was absolutely sure that the Master Chief, Kelly and Fred were capable of taking care of themselves, they were top SPARTANS as well. What worried Linda the most was her lost SRS and the nuclear mines she didn't have at hand.
How was she supposed to do the job she came here to do?
She had to figure out something else, quickly. She was a resourceful soldier.
"Are we close to the Bridge?"
"I wish. This is just a door between areas, unfortunately."
Linda sighed. "Do you even know how far are we from the Bridge?"
Eleven turned to look at her, the angry-red lines along his black armor flared.
"I know better than lying to an armed SPARTAN, so..." he started.
He shrugged and turned again to work with the pad. Seconds or minutes flew by as he tapped and tapped into it but only received red signs for response. Eleven growled under his breath. Since the system wasn't on the mood to be cooperative, he smashed his fist on the wall, cracking the display into a dozen pieces. A burst of sparks erupted from the pad as the red lights died out.
"What are you doing!?" Linda cried out, startled.
"My bad, the doors are now open." Eleven answered, facing her as he picked up the gun from his hip and sprouted a long black blade from his other wrist. "Weapons ready, we might have company."
The tall, silvery double doors buzzed and then slid apart, opening, revealing other pair of doors equally thick behind them. The space resembled an airlock. The other pair of doors slid open too, slowly.
"You mean, like that?"
Linda leveled her gun with both hands, way up Eleven's head, and quickly placed one shot exactly in the center of each of the drone's six orange eyes. A wave of some strange energy combed the area, touching both Eleven and the SPARTAN with its amber hue, and then retreated. The creature tilted its head back and produced a sound so loud that it pierced through flesh and bone, a deep, metallic screech.
When Eleven finally laid eyes on the enemy, he took a few steps back.
"Not what I was expecting!" he said, both hands on the grip of his weapon.
"SCAN COMPLETED. GENETIC MAKEUP FORTY-FOUR PERCENT AND TWENTY-SEVEN PERCENT MATCH. GENETIC MAKEUP NOT APPROVED."
The construct stood up again on its four articulated legs, as if the gunshots had been nothing. It was titanic, thick and exuded heat from its boiling energy core. Eleven had seen it before and he'd been smart enough to avoid the vigilant of the Fortress. The silver Sphynx. But that was all he knew about this sentry drone, allegedly one of the oldest inhabitants of the Fortress and probably, one of the deadliest.
"YOU ARE NOT A RECLAIMER. YOU CANNOT GIVE ME MY ANSWER."
The plates covering the Sphynx's chest moved aside revealing a set of white-hot cannons looking for a target to vaporize. The lion-like head of the drone shifted again, absorbing the broken oculars and replacing them with brand new ones.
Linda checked the counter of her gun: half a magazine ready to fire. Eleven did a fine job with the refinement of their weapons, hardened receivers and muzzled barrels to provide maximum range and overall thirty-seven percent less recoil, very powerful and accurate shots. Very limited too, since most of the spare anti-HARPY ammo was lost with the Pelican, which they still hadn't found.
Good thing that she was a gifted sharpshooter, then.
She shot again and again, and with each shot the sentry drone took a step back but it did not fall and the cannons didn't stop getting ready to fire. The beast wasn't going to stop, that was a given.
"How do I kill it?" Linda asked, eventually.
"You happen to carry a set of plasma cannons in your pocket?"
She turned to look at Eleven, mildly angry.
But she dropped the sidearm and ran away into the cyan-hued darkness, looking for the cover of the crystalline columns, just as he did. The first blast of the powerful twin energy cannons followed them very, very close...
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"Tell us, Reclaimer; what is the name of thy father?"
John chose to remain silent, since he wasn't sure if the machine would take any of his words as an answer or if it required a basic phrasing structure to consider an answer. Alas, Subject Nine said he shouldn't give the Sphynx any kind of response, for the valid keyword was lost with the metarch she deactivated.
He didn't even remember the name of his father, but even if he did, John was sure that it wasn't the correct answer. He could try 'Forerunners', just a thought. That drone had been waiting for someone who, clearly, wasn't John-117, no matter how much his genetic makeup matched the right Reclaimer.
If he had known that at the same moments the rest of his squad was being attacked by similar sentry drones, he would've shot the Sphynx down until it was just a collage of holes and smoke. Even if it didn't help at all. Instead, the Master Chief faced the beast to keep it distracted, meanwhile Sigrid walked away from them waiting for John's signal to open fire and later on, do her part.
The construct, now morphed into a silver replica of John's armor, insisted:
"ANSWER, RECLAIMER. WHAT IS THE NAME OF THY FATHER?"
It wasn't a riddle, it was just a password.
Without the appropriate counter-response, there was no way to crack it.
But it came out of nowhere, a gentle voice on the back of his head that made his spine shiver. The voice somewhat sounded like Cortana and the memory of her made John close his eyes for a few heartbeats, trying to hold on to her. It was telling him that the rule was everything that mattered.
Then he found himself thinking about the rule.
One question.
One answer.
One attempt.
He hadn't realized that the countdown was on and close to end.
But when he noticed what he was doing, it was too late:
'What is the name of thy father?'
"The same as my son's." John said out loud and out of the blue.
Sigrid stopped dead on the act of placing a foot in front of the other, and turned to look at him, alarmed. Even the Sphynx stood very still. For a while, nothing happened as the red-orange faceplate of the drone flared in different shades of the same color as the response was being processed (an eternity for an advanced AI such as Sigrid); in the end, the construct tilted its head up, in an angry gesture:
"AND WHAT IS THE NAME OF THY SON?" it demanded.
John felt the adrenaline rushing through his veins.
'Gotcha.' he thought.
"You said one question, one answer, one attempt, ten heartbeats. I answered, you can't ask me again. Now, let me access the mainframe or kill me."
The silvery SPARTAN replica recoiled, taking a step back. It twisted its head in a strange angle, the plates covering its chest cracked and parted revealing glimpses of the boiling core beneath them.
"YOU MOCK ME."
John took a step forward. "I gave you an answer."
The drone roared with a voice made of many voices and animal screeches.
"YOU MOCK ME! YOU ARE NOT WELCOME IN MY INSTALLATION!"
"Figured as much."
The Chief leveled his rifle, finger already placed on the trigger, when Sigrid called out his attention:
"Wait! Something is going on!"
"YOU MOCK ME." the creature repeated, its fingers twitching. "YOU M-M-M-M-M-M-M..."
The voice got lost in a choir of rabid screams and curses.
John looked back at the Sphynx again as its body's shape started to shift; it was crawling backwards and morphing into its original form, screaming that same sentence over and over again about being mocked. Somewhere along the way, the Sphynx started to glitch, its half-fused articulated limbs shaking out of control, and it suddenly froze, its six dead eyes staring into the nothing beyond the Master Chief. Orange arches of raging electricity ran through the silvery plates but the creature didn't move again.
Sigrid approached quickly, keeping her weapon forward.
She examined the twisted drone for a few seconds, touching it carefully with her free hand, caressing with her armored fingers the still plates, letting the energy and the information penetrate her own system.
The AI retreated her arm in mild confusion, almost staggering.
"Sigrid, report?" John encouraged her.
"It crashed. Its programmed logic couldn't outsmart itself and your tricky answer made the whole system crash." Sigrid said, her voice sounded dubious. "How did you know what to say?"
John shrugged a little. "I didn't, it was a lucky shot."
Sigrid tilted her head to the side, now amused.
"Whether it was a lucky shot or not, you just got ourselves a terminal, Master Chief." she commented, as her fingers decomposed into a million small black pearls and crawled into every crevice of the frozen drone. "Let me see if I can use it to find the end of this labyrinth and the rest of our team."
TO BE CONTINUED
-chuckle- Oh, John, you lucky bastard.
Okay, let's not make a fuss over the two "missed" updates, shall we?
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