She smirked, knowing that she wouldn't give this up for anything in the world. Imagine, having the most powerful warrior begging her for help. How she loved power, and torturing him like a cat toy.

"So, tell me, what do you know about the Forerunners?"

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing."

"Ooh...poor baby...and I suppose you're here for..." she trailed off.

"Yes. The missing Piece"

"Hmm...sorry. No can do. It belongs only to me. Why, after all, should I give it to you, of all people."

"I am the reclaimer. It is mine."

"No."

~

Perhaps I should explain how I ended up here, begging this woman for some piece of something. My previous campaign has been well documented. Everyone, on Earth at least, knows my story. Well, here's the rest of it.

Something was wrong. Guilty Spark got away. Halo was useless. Beyond useless, in fact, it was destroyed. But doubt still plagued me. I knew there was something more. Why would the forerunners make them just to wipe out everything. There had to be more.

Then it came to me. As I was riding, tying up some loose ends from a minor battle, I found it. The Other Index. Or at least the Last Piece of it.