Chapter 3: The Eternals
Date: Unknown Location: Unknown
"Chief? Chief! Are you alright" Cortana's harmonic voice resonated through the in-helmet speakers of the Master Chief's rebooting hardware. " I am so glad you're not dead, I have so much information to tell you about."
The Master Chief, still a little dizzy, stood trying to shake the pain of like a bad case of fleas. As his vision returned, so did the memories of what had happened. Maybe Cortana had been able to find out what that light was. "What the hell happened?" Time seemed to glide by like a swarm of butterflies on a summer's breeze.
"I don't know what happened to us other than we are alive. We were sucked into a vortex of energy that shut down my system. I am able to determine that we have traveled approx. 9 months into the future. I am not sure yet about how we did such an event, or how that is possible. I have determined that we are still within a slipstream's hour of the debris of Halo. I send a probe to the area and discovered a mass of unknown alien vessels in the area. They examined my probe and curiously sent a signal to us asking us who we are and offered assistance" she stated.
"They, whoever they are, offered us assistance? Have you sent them a reply?" "That was my next question to you sir. Do you wish for me to send a distress signal?"
Master Chief reviewed their current status. He had 3 hours of air remaining until he suffocated to death, his stomach was about to invert because he hadn't eaten in 4 days by his calendar, and the ship's engines were out for good. He wasn't a tech no matter what Cortana said. "Do it." He ordered.
"Yes sir." Cortana said, sending the signal.
Several moments passed without a hitch, without anything. "Send it again, Cortana."
"Ok, sendin. wait, I'm receiving a reply. Processing. They said that they would be glad to assist and are enroute." She stated, a slight sense of relief in her voice.
The Master Chief wasn't so sure. His options being depleted had made the choice for him. He did not know this species, nor did Cortana. He had no idea if they were allies, or if they would rip him apart to see what his innards were made of. He knew that if it came down to that, he'd take a few of the bastards down with him, or die trying.
A few minutes later a huge bright purple light appeared in front of the ship as several small ships, no larger than his own pelican, appeared from the plasmatic Slipstream all to familiar to him.
"Unknown alien vessel, we are dead in space and require your assistance. Non-hostile intentions. Lost. Please reply." The Master Chief stated with authority.
A moment later Cortana spoke. "We're being hailed." "Put it on the front view screen." An image of a huge manlike figure appeared on the screen. It was around 15 feet tall and had 8 tentacles poking out of its head. It was the color of a Covenant warship, and from the look of the creature, the strength of one also.
"Greetings. I am Spartan 117 of the UNSC's special unit division." he said, telling part of the truth so that if they ever found what he really was, they would still have a little trust.
The figure spoke in a deep, yet crisp voice. "Hello, Master Chief, I am Higavod, Commander Of the Eternal's Slipstream Discovery and Recovery team. We are pleased to meet you Master Chief. Would you like to board our ship? We may discuss details here."
Details? The Master Chief was curious by that statement. What details did Higavod speak of? After a careful moment of silence by both sides, a horrendous thought sparked inside his head. He was supposed to be 9 months into the future. Was there still an earth? Was he the last survivor? Dreadful waves of regret and anger filled him as he thought about the matter.
"Chief? What's wrong? Is there something you don't like about them?" Cortana asked concernfully inside his helmet. He returned from his thought session and replied to both of them at the same time. "Prepare for my arrival." He said.
* * *
The boarding of the "Eternals" ship went as expected. Tension tight as a tripwire waiting for the foe to spring a free for all. He had made contact with the ship and had boarded it without a hitch. They had made a slipstream jump back to their main vessel, known as an Armoroid (the closest thing they could translate it to), where they would talk with their Leader, which was translated roughly into Domintix Profaticus (Dom for short).
The Creatures were huge. Easily twice his size he felt a little out of place. The interior of the main vessel was black: Glistening gem-like objects serving as lighting made him feel like he was in a cave littered with diamonds. He had not seen any indications of hostility from them in their brief introduction on the Pelican and his boarding. However, with their sheer size and weight, a single bullet would just make these creatures itch and turn to scratch the Chief.
"I sense your pulse has quickened. Are you afraid of these beings? All they have done is help up. Can't you just trust someone for once?" Cortana spoke while they were being escorted. "I am calm. Just trying not to let my guard down." The Master Chief replied. He lied. His serious and dirt brutal training hadn't covered this too well. He had never been good at negotiations. The only way he knew was to shoot first and ask questions later. But he knew that if that applied here, he'd probably be dead by now.
They came to a room at the long end of a hall. As black as the hallway had seemed it had still gotten darker. Even his sensors inside his MJOLNIR armor were having trouble finding light to amplify. A crack appeared along the wall as one of them opened the massive door; each easily the size of a 21st century automobile, except on hinges.
The room was the closest replication of hell that the MC had ever seen. He knew. He'd been there and back more times than he could remember. It even put blood to shame by making it look like a diluted pink. Placed inside the room was the largest table he had ever seen. And along with it, the Dom. He was dressed more formally than most of the Eternals the chief had seen since he arrived, but he could still make out the muscular outline of the strongest hunk of muscle he would ever see. The Dom turned to see him at the other end of the massive table, sat down in his "royal" chair, and with some flicks of his fingers, brought up the Ships AI.
The Chief couldn't believe how alike the human technology was to theirs. That was a good question, but others had to come first. The Dom was the first to speak and with the translation of the AI, started. "Lets Talk."
(EXPECT THE NEXT CHAPTER A WEEK INTO THE NEW YEAR!)
Date: Unknown Location: Unknown
"Chief? Chief! Are you alright" Cortana's harmonic voice resonated through the in-helmet speakers of the Master Chief's rebooting hardware. " I am so glad you're not dead, I have so much information to tell you about."
The Master Chief, still a little dizzy, stood trying to shake the pain of like a bad case of fleas. As his vision returned, so did the memories of what had happened. Maybe Cortana had been able to find out what that light was. "What the hell happened?" Time seemed to glide by like a swarm of butterflies on a summer's breeze.
"I don't know what happened to us other than we are alive. We were sucked into a vortex of energy that shut down my system. I am able to determine that we have traveled approx. 9 months into the future. I am not sure yet about how we did such an event, or how that is possible. I have determined that we are still within a slipstream's hour of the debris of Halo. I send a probe to the area and discovered a mass of unknown alien vessels in the area. They examined my probe and curiously sent a signal to us asking us who we are and offered assistance" she stated.
"They, whoever they are, offered us assistance? Have you sent them a reply?" "That was my next question to you sir. Do you wish for me to send a distress signal?"
Master Chief reviewed their current status. He had 3 hours of air remaining until he suffocated to death, his stomach was about to invert because he hadn't eaten in 4 days by his calendar, and the ship's engines were out for good. He wasn't a tech no matter what Cortana said. "Do it." He ordered.
"Yes sir." Cortana said, sending the signal.
Several moments passed without a hitch, without anything. "Send it again, Cortana."
"Ok, sendin. wait, I'm receiving a reply. Processing. They said that they would be glad to assist and are enroute." She stated, a slight sense of relief in her voice.
The Master Chief wasn't so sure. His options being depleted had made the choice for him. He did not know this species, nor did Cortana. He had no idea if they were allies, or if they would rip him apart to see what his innards were made of. He knew that if it came down to that, he'd take a few of the bastards down with him, or die trying.
A few minutes later a huge bright purple light appeared in front of the ship as several small ships, no larger than his own pelican, appeared from the plasmatic Slipstream all to familiar to him.
"Unknown alien vessel, we are dead in space and require your assistance. Non-hostile intentions. Lost. Please reply." The Master Chief stated with authority.
A moment later Cortana spoke. "We're being hailed." "Put it on the front view screen." An image of a huge manlike figure appeared on the screen. It was around 15 feet tall and had 8 tentacles poking out of its head. It was the color of a Covenant warship, and from the look of the creature, the strength of one also.
"Greetings. I am Spartan 117 of the UNSC's special unit division." he said, telling part of the truth so that if they ever found what he really was, they would still have a little trust.
The figure spoke in a deep, yet crisp voice. "Hello, Master Chief, I am Higavod, Commander Of the Eternal's Slipstream Discovery and Recovery team. We are pleased to meet you Master Chief. Would you like to board our ship? We may discuss details here."
Details? The Master Chief was curious by that statement. What details did Higavod speak of? After a careful moment of silence by both sides, a horrendous thought sparked inside his head. He was supposed to be 9 months into the future. Was there still an earth? Was he the last survivor? Dreadful waves of regret and anger filled him as he thought about the matter.
"Chief? What's wrong? Is there something you don't like about them?" Cortana asked concernfully inside his helmet. He returned from his thought session and replied to both of them at the same time. "Prepare for my arrival." He said.
* * *
The boarding of the "Eternals" ship went as expected. Tension tight as a tripwire waiting for the foe to spring a free for all. He had made contact with the ship and had boarded it without a hitch. They had made a slipstream jump back to their main vessel, known as an Armoroid (the closest thing they could translate it to), where they would talk with their Leader, which was translated roughly into Domintix Profaticus (Dom for short).
The Creatures were huge. Easily twice his size he felt a little out of place. The interior of the main vessel was black: Glistening gem-like objects serving as lighting made him feel like he was in a cave littered with diamonds. He had not seen any indications of hostility from them in their brief introduction on the Pelican and his boarding. However, with their sheer size and weight, a single bullet would just make these creatures itch and turn to scratch the Chief.
"I sense your pulse has quickened. Are you afraid of these beings? All they have done is help up. Can't you just trust someone for once?" Cortana spoke while they were being escorted. "I am calm. Just trying not to let my guard down." The Master Chief replied. He lied. His serious and dirt brutal training hadn't covered this too well. He had never been good at negotiations. The only way he knew was to shoot first and ask questions later. But he knew that if that applied here, he'd probably be dead by now.
They came to a room at the long end of a hall. As black as the hallway had seemed it had still gotten darker. Even his sensors inside his MJOLNIR armor were having trouble finding light to amplify. A crack appeared along the wall as one of them opened the massive door; each easily the size of a 21st century automobile, except on hinges.
The room was the closest replication of hell that the MC had ever seen. He knew. He'd been there and back more times than he could remember. It even put blood to shame by making it look like a diluted pink. Placed inside the room was the largest table he had ever seen. And along with it, the Dom. He was dressed more formally than most of the Eternals the chief had seen since he arrived, but he could still make out the muscular outline of the strongest hunk of muscle he would ever see. The Dom turned to see him at the other end of the massive table, sat down in his "royal" chair, and with some flicks of his fingers, brought up the Ships AI.
The Chief couldn't believe how alike the human technology was to theirs. That was a good question, but others had to come first. The Dom was the first to speak and with the translation of the AI, started. "Lets Talk."
(EXPECT THE NEXT CHAPTER A WEEK INTO THE NEW YEAR!)