Chapter 4: Mind Reading
Three weeks till Spartan2b arrivals.
The Forerunner that the Master Chief had captured only came out of its 'hibernation' three times over the past month. It did nothing during those periods of time. All attempts to communicate were unsuccessful. It was as if the Forerunner was possessed when it fought the Master Chief. The only breakthrough was that the Covenant knew that it had been captured and weren't willing to get it back or be near it. It also meant a major recovery mission was being planned. "Chief! You need to go to the Forerunner immediately, something's happening." Getting out of his bed the Master Chief cleared his vision and grabbed his helmet. "Couldn't you just page me instead of screaming into my ear? I'd like that better." "Couldn't. This is to urgent." Knowing it was useless the Spartan walked down the metallic hallways. Right as he was to palm the hand pad Cortana interrupted him. "Do you have weapons?" "No." "Get some, now, and hurry." The Chief's stomach plummeted as he realized what he would have to do.
Arriving at the armory he went to his personal locker. Grabbing a pistol and the plasma shotgun that he used to knock the same Forerunner out with, he just stood and thought to himself. He had a splitting headache, but for some reason, it felt, good. It wasn't making him sick but made him think. He couldn't tell what he was thinking about but it just felt important. He holstered the pistol and primed the plasma shotgun. Realizing he might have to use heavy firepower he reached for a half dozen grenades. But his vision started to blur. The corners started to go white then went black. In the back of his mind he thought that he heard Cortana yelling something. Chief, Chief! Was that what she was saying, I don't know, was all that he remembered before totally blacking out.
Thump! Thump, Thump! Explosions were heard all around. He felt the intense heat as an explosion went off near him. The ground shook as another explosion went off. The Chief tried to call out to Cortana but no sound came out. He tried again but it turned out the same. Wondering if his vocal cords had been damaged the Chief grabbed at his throat. But what he saw was horrifying but amazing at the same time. On his right arm he saw a large beam sword. The Chief looked at himself and saw that he was in a Forerunner's armor. No, he thought, I am a Forerunner. Realizing this his breathing became staggered. When he tried to walk he stumbled, unsure if it was the new body or his delusional mind. He fell backwards on the ground and just laid with his eyes closed for what seemed like an eternity. But when he opened his eyes he saw something that was in his dreams every night. The land started the arch forward as it came around to meet thousands of kilometers in the sky. He was on the Halo he destroyed years ago. Or rather to the Forerunner, hundreds or even thousands of years ago. Then in his mind it felt like Cortana had come back into his head. Trying to call to her again he was met with silence. But when he had finally given up on trying to speak a deep booming voice echoed in his mind. "This is what you destroyed. The first Halo. We built more but never with as much beauty and pose as this one. You destroyed it to save your race from destruction. If you hadn't, what do you think would have been happening right now? Do you think you would be dead right now, or the war over? Could anyone ever know?" Realizing how he was communicating with him. Thought. "Yes. There is someone who could know. I don't think it is a computer. But somebody with knowledge of everything." "I am that person," replied the Forerunner, "I know what would have happened if you hadn't destroyed the Halo, or rather you activated the only blemish of the object. The ability to destroy all life within 25,000 light years of it's location. The outcome will surprise you. Had you not destroyed the ring world the war would have ended there. For some reason the Covenant believed that they were unable to stop your power. But had you activated one of the powers the war might never end. The ripples in the water never go the way you want them to. You might think you know where they will go, but won't, ever. No, you didn't need to destroy all of the Covenant you did, but the outcome wouldn't have changed." "How'd you know?" "You are in my mind aren't you?" replied the Forerunner. "Right now there is the last war the Forerunners will be able to fight in. Our slaves have revolted and have stolen enough weapons to arm an army." "Who are your slaves?" "See for yourself." The Chief sat up and saw what was going on. Blue streaks were being fired from over a hill and were landing near him. "You, or rather, I am a General, in your ranks. The slaves are about to come over the hill and attack in waves even our superior strength can't handle." As he finished dark shapes appeared on the horizon. He realized what the shape was instantly. An Elite. "No way. I thought the Covenant created their plasma weapons." "No. We created plasma weapons. The 'Covenant', as you call them, stole them from our armories. They were originally as primitive as you were. But they were taught how to make plasma weapons and other advanced weapons." The Elite was running down the hill toward the Chief. The Chief jumped to his feet and started running at full speed towards the Elite. The Chief swung the sword in one swift swipe. The Elite paused and looked down at the purple blood running down his thighs. Because of the basic armor he wore the Elite was no stronger than a normal marine. Impatient with the Elites slow death the Chief swung the blade in a straight line across the Elite's neck. The head fell to the ground followed by a puddle of blood. Then a rumbling was heard from the hill. "You have psychic abilities." "How do I," questioned the Chief. "You know how to." Remembering how the Forerunner did it during the battle, he lifted his hand and spread his fingers. Instantly a surge of energy went rushing through his fingers. Somehow knowing to how to control it and use it he sent a shot forward. The Covenant that were hit with it seemed to have run into a bar laid at neck level. Their legs flew out from under them but still went forward. Suddenly the other Covenant started to do the same as the ones who he shot at. He turned around and saw the thousands of Forerunners doing the same as he was. But the Chief wanted to be in on the action readied his sword and charged at the dark shapes on the horizon. Once the sun was at another angle he saw that there were the three main Covenant, Elite, Jackal, and Grunt. Nothing stopped his charge, not until he saw that his army was about to die with him. He turned around one last time to face the Covenant head on. Right before he engaged the enemies he stuck the sword straight out to his right. "You ha two swords." The Chief saw the second one and deployed it, sticking it out to the left. He struck the Covenant with tremendous force. Elites, Jackals, and Grunts alike succumbed to the beam sword en masse. Blood poured down the hill in streams as the Covenant were killed by the Chief. The beam swords were just a blur as they tasted the foulness of alien blood. He couldn't help but step and crush the skulls of Covenant that met the blades and fell. The Chief couldn't believe the speed that he possessed. The other Forerunners arrived at the summit of the hill to see that hundreds of Covenant bodies lay in pieces all around them. The Chiefs once silver colored armor was now a collage of purple and blue. For some reason he felt a burning desire to kill all of the Covenant that existed ever. He had never felt such hatred when he fought. It felt good though. He wasn't sure if he hadn't been hurt or was so high on adrenaline that pain was non-existent. He swung his blade with such precision that every target he had died a bloody death. He aimed mostly at the head but every once in a while he hacked something in half. That usually slowed the overwhelming advance long enough to rest. But he was becoming very tired. Without the MJOLNIR enhancements he didn't have the infinite stamina he enjoyed. But the only thought in his mind was Covenant annihilation. He cared nothing for the other Spartans or the Halo or even himself. Then he felt a stabbing pain in his right leg. It seemed that a small glowing dagger had hit in the joint between the thigh and knee plate. He pulled the blade out and saw a white liquid dripping off it. I'm bleeding, thought the Chief; you'll pay whichever son of a bitches did that to me. He swung the energy blade in a giant circle. Fifteen heads feel to the bloody ground. The Chief decided to go ballistic and kill everything at that point. The long, braided, metallic hair of the Forerunner got into his face he wiped it away leaving a swath of purple-blue blood on the scaly face. The Chief jumped into the air and used the psychic abilities to force himself into the group of Covenant in a superman position. He extended the blades and put thirty-nine Covenant to the afterlife. But he looked over and saw that he had positioned himself into a circle of Elites. All with stolen beam swords. "Go to hell!" were his last words as in desperation he killed fifteen of them before falling to the same weapon that killed close to a thousand Covenants. Floating in what seemed like a white cloud he heard the booming voice. "You did exactly what I did. You killed 987 sla- Covenant. You may take my beam swords in the future." "You mean this wasn't a dream," asked the Chief. There was no reply. Then he realized what the Forerunner wanted him to know.
The Chief sat up in a brightly lit room. He realized that he was in his under suit on an examination table. He jumped up and ran to the Forerunner's room. Walking in he saw the Forerunner looking directly at him. He extended both arms. A bright light appeared around the two beam swords. They hovered over towards him and stopped. The Chief reached out and grabbed the beam swords. "I am the only one that you could trust. The others will kill you at any cost. I had to find somebody that was suitable to be my host," echoed throughout his mind. An intense light appeared at the Forerunner and traveled to the Master Chief's head and disappeared into it. He felt a warm feeling as the Forerunners mind entered his. I will not control you but give you unknown advice. What do you mean? Trust your gut feeling. The Chief stood there for almost minutes before going to retrieve his armor. Any revived Forerunners that allied with the Covenant would die at his blades.
Note: Please, don't comment on the format or anything like that. Whatever happens between the transfer causes anything that I did special to go away.
Three weeks till Spartan2b arrivals.
The Forerunner that the Master Chief had captured only came out of its 'hibernation' three times over the past month. It did nothing during those periods of time. All attempts to communicate were unsuccessful. It was as if the Forerunner was possessed when it fought the Master Chief. The only breakthrough was that the Covenant knew that it had been captured and weren't willing to get it back or be near it. It also meant a major recovery mission was being planned. "Chief! You need to go to the Forerunner immediately, something's happening." Getting out of his bed the Master Chief cleared his vision and grabbed his helmet. "Couldn't you just page me instead of screaming into my ear? I'd like that better." "Couldn't. This is to urgent." Knowing it was useless the Spartan walked down the metallic hallways. Right as he was to palm the hand pad Cortana interrupted him. "Do you have weapons?" "No." "Get some, now, and hurry." The Chief's stomach plummeted as he realized what he would have to do.
Arriving at the armory he went to his personal locker. Grabbing a pistol and the plasma shotgun that he used to knock the same Forerunner out with, he just stood and thought to himself. He had a splitting headache, but for some reason, it felt, good. It wasn't making him sick but made him think. He couldn't tell what he was thinking about but it just felt important. He holstered the pistol and primed the plasma shotgun. Realizing he might have to use heavy firepower he reached for a half dozen grenades. But his vision started to blur. The corners started to go white then went black. In the back of his mind he thought that he heard Cortana yelling something. Chief, Chief! Was that what she was saying, I don't know, was all that he remembered before totally blacking out.
Thump! Thump, Thump! Explosions were heard all around. He felt the intense heat as an explosion went off near him. The ground shook as another explosion went off. The Chief tried to call out to Cortana but no sound came out. He tried again but it turned out the same. Wondering if his vocal cords had been damaged the Chief grabbed at his throat. But what he saw was horrifying but amazing at the same time. On his right arm he saw a large beam sword. The Chief looked at himself and saw that he was in a Forerunner's armor. No, he thought, I am a Forerunner. Realizing this his breathing became staggered. When he tried to walk he stumbled, unsure if it was the new body or his delusional mind. He fell backwards on the ground and just laid with his eyes closed for what seemed like an eternity. But when he opened his eyes he saw something that was in his dreams every night. The land started the arch forward as it came around to meet thousands of kilometers in the sky. He was on the Halo he destroyed years ago. Or rather to the Forerunner, hundreds or even thousands of years ago. Then in his mind it felt like Cortana had come back into his head. Trying to call to her again he was met with silence. But when he had finally given up on trying to speak a deep booming voice echoed in his mind. "This is what you destroyed. The first Halo. We built more but never with as much beauty and pose as this one. You destroyed it to save your race from destruction. If you hadn't, what do you think would have been happening right now? Do you think you would be dead right now, or the war over? Could anyone ever know?" Realizing how he was communicating with him. Thought. "Yes. There is someone who could know. I don't think it is a computer. But somebody with knowledge of everything." "I am that person," replied the Forerunner, "I know what would have happened if you hadn't destroyed the Halo, or rather you activated the only blemish of the object. The ability to destroy all life within 25,000 light years of it's location. The outcome will surprise you. Had you not destroyed the ring world the war would have ended there. For some reason the Covenant believed that they were unable to stop your power. But had you activated one of the powers the war might never end. The ripples in the water never go the way you want them to. You might think you know where they will go, but won't, ever. No, you didn't need to destroy all of the Covenant you did, but the outcome wouldn't have changed." "How'd you know?" "You are in my mind aren't you?" replied the Forerunner. "Right now there is the last war the Forerunners will be able to fight in. Our slaves have revolted and have stolen enough weapons to arm an army." "Who are your slaves?" "See for yourself." The Chief sat up and saw what was going on. Blue streaks were being fired from over a hill and were landing near him. "You, or rather, I am a General, in your ranks. The slaves are about to come over the hill and attack in waves even our superior strength can't handle." As he finished dark shapes appeared on the horizon. He realized what the shape was instantly. An Elite. "No way. I thought the Covenant created their plasma weapons." "No. We created plasma weapons. The 'Covenant', as you call them, stole them from our armories. They were originally as primitive as you were. But they were taught how to make plasma weapons and other advanced weapons." The Elite was running down the hill toward the Chief. The Chief jumped to his feet and started running at full speed towards the Elite. The Chief swung the sword in one swift swipe. The Elite paused and looked down at the purple blood running down his thighs. Because of the basic armor he wore the Elite was no stronger than a normal marine. Impatient with the Elites slow death the Chief swung the blade in a straight line across the Elite's neck. The head fell to the ground followed by a puddle of blood. Then a rumbling was heard from the hill. "You have psychic abilities." "How do I," questioned the Chief. "You know how to." Remembering how the Forerunner did it during the battle, he lifted his hand and spread his fingers. Instantly a surge of energy went rushing through his fingers. Somehow knowing to how to control it and use it he sent a shot forward. The Covenant that were hit with it seemed to have run into a bar laid at neck level. Their legs flew out from under them but still went forward. Suddenly the other Covenant started to do the same as the ones who he shot at. He turned around and saw the thousands of Forerunners doing the same as he was. But the Chief wanted to be in on the action readied his sword and charged at the dark shapes on the horizon. Once the sun was at another angle he saw that there were the three main Covenant, Elite, Jackal, and Grunt. Nothing stopped his charge, not until he saw that his army was about to die with him. He turned around one last time to face the Covenant head on. Right before he engaged the enemies he stuck the sword straight out to his right. "You ha two swords." The Chief saw the second one and deployed it, sticking it out to the left. He struck the Covenant with tremendous force. Elites, Jackals, and Grunts alike succumbed to the beam sword en masse. Blood poured down the hill in streams as the Covenant were killed by the Chief. The beam swords were just a blur as they tasted the foulness of alien blood. He couldn't help but step and crush the skulls of Covenant that met the blades and fell. The Chief couldn't believe the speed that he possessed. The other Forerunners arrived at the summit of the hill to see that hundreds of Covenant bodies lay in pieces all around them. The Chiefs once silver colored armor was now a collage of purple and blue. For some reason he felt a burning desire to kill all of the Covenant that existed ever. He had never felt such hatred when he fought. It felt good though. He wasn't sure if he hadn't been hurt or was so high on adrenaline that pain was non-existent. He swung his blade with such precision that every target he had died a bloody death. He aimed mostly at the head but every once in a while he hacked something in half. That usually slowed the overwhelming advance long enough to rest. But he was becoming very tired. Without the MJOLNIR enhancements he didn't have the infinite stamina he enjoyed. But the only thought in his mind was Covenant annihilation. He cared nothing for the other Spartans or the Halo or even himself. Then he felt a stabbing pain in his right leg. It seemed that a small glowing dagger had hit in the joint between the thigh and knee plate. He pulled the blade out and saw a white liquid dripping off it. I'm bleeding, thought the Chief; you'll pay whichever son of a bitches did that to me. He swung the energy blade in a giant circle. Fifteen heads feel to the bloody ground. The Chief decided to go ballistic and kill everything at that point. The long, braided, metallic hair of the Forerunner got into his face he wiped it away leaving a swath of purple-blue blood on the scaly face. The Chief jumped into the air and used the psychic abilities to force himself into the group of Covenant in a superman position. He extended the blades and put thirty-nine Covenant to the afterlife. But he looked over and saw that he had positioned himself into a circle of Elites. All with stolen beam swords. "Go to hell!" were his last words as in desperation he killed fifteen of them before falling to the same weapon that killed close to a thousand Covenants. Floating in what seemed like a white cloud he heard the booming voice. "You did exactly what I did. You killed 987 sla- Covenant. You may take my beam swords in the future." "You mean this wasn't a dream," asked the Chief. There was no reply. Then he realized what the Forerunner wanted him to know.
The Chief sat up in a brightly lit room. He realized that he was in his under suit on an examination table. He jumped up and ran to the Forerunner's room. Walking in he saw the Forerunner looking directly at him. He extended both arms. A bright light appeared around the two beam swords. They hovered over towards him and stopped. The Chief reached out and grabbed the beam swords. "I am the only one that you could trust. The others will kill you at any cost. I had to find somebody that was suitable to be my host," echoed throughout his mind. An intense light appeared at the Forerunner and traveled to the Master Chief's head and disappeared into it. He felt a warm feeling as the Forerunners mind entered his. I will not control you but give you unknown advice. What do you mean? Trust your gut feeling. The Chief stood there for almost minutes before going to retrieve his armor. Any revived Forerunners that allied with the Covenant would die at his blades.
Note: Please, don't comment on the format or anything like that. Whatever happens between the transfer causes anything that I did special to go away.