Authors notes: Alright, it's been a while, sorry about that, focused on writing other stories as well as being busy.

Now, I'd like to state that Intervention isn't all that bright and didn't think of getting an alternative solution to the predicament with the protectorate. Now, to state this, I don't intend to have Intervention join the wards and I don't intend to have him join something where he doesn't get any say in the matter.

Anyhow, I just wanted to say, from what I heard, the Halo live action show was garbage, I haven't seen it, but I've heard about it, and I do not intend to watch it.

Anyway, onto the story, I hope you enjoy.


A deal with a precursor

2.1

As I awoke, I felt my body have less limbs when I had ended up here, I took notice of the webbing that surrounded my body. Using my clawed hands, I scraped myself out of the cocoon that surrounded me. As I looked out into the world, I noticed that I layed on top of what could only be assumed to be an operating table.

That was when I saw a mirror with my reflection in it. I was different than I was when I was a centipede. My eyes were no longer that of glowing eyes, but now were mostly black with white glowing slitted eyes. My mouth shared some similarities with that of a human mouth, but the back of my head had a tail with crab like plates flowing down them. Now the upper half of my body now had two pairs of arms.

Across from me was… Taylor… at least who I assumed was Taylor, as she also looked like a precursor… only looking more like a human than I did. She happened to have come out of her cocoon before I did… most likely startled at this. She looked over to me with her eyes, making it very nervous for me.

Looking away, my face red, as the rest of her body was also very close to sharing a resemblance of a female human body than that of a precursor one. The only thing that was covering her was of course a sheet that she held close to her for what I could only assume for covering herself.

'Alright then, Taylor, he's awake… so we can finally talk about the future.' The voice of Annete spoke out, making me stock still.

'Hold up now, you have to explain why you weren't talking to me on that fateful day! You can't just leave that unexplained!' I yelled, sounding very agitated. It was very unexplained, so it had some reason.

"Is that actually my mom or…" Taylor trailed off, before I sighed in response. This wasn't exactly the best time. We were both under PRT custody, and I'd rather not deal with this right now.

"Yes, yes, it is. Look its hard to explain, but now would be a great time to be informed." I told Taylor, before thinking on what next to do. Was I really willing to join the PRT and the Protectorate? Not really, but how exactly do I get out of this?

'Alright, I'll explain my reasoning. So, when Taylor awoke earlier that morning, she could then tap into the mental plane that Precursors have access to, although she was… how do I say, late. The reason I say that is because she is half human. And with her being half human, she was both unaware of her tapping into the mental plane, as well as the fact that she was not taught on how to not tap into it consciously. And I was really wanting to reconnect with my daughter.' Annete stated, making it very clear to me. She was talking to Taylor, and most likely wasn't the only one talking to her.

"Alright, I understand… now to figure out how to get out of here…" I talked to myself, getting a curious look from Taylor.

She then spoke up, "What do you mean by figure out how to get out of here? What is it you're thinking about?" she asked, before saying this, "Do you have issues with the Protectorate?"

It was then I remembered one thing, one thing that could aid in both of us getting out of here. The star roads that are on this planet. Sure, the rig that we were on had a shield and all sorts of tinker bullshit, but star roads were even more bullshit. Here's my reasoning, at the end of the forerunner flood war, the flood utilized star roads and destroyed the greater ark, to put that into scale, the lesser ark that constructed the modern halo array was around 130 thousand kilometers in diameter, which produced ten thousand kilometer halo rings, whereas, the greater ark produced thirty thousand kilometer ones, making the full size of the greater ark at an unknown diameter… because it was destroyed as well as the fact that it was never stated.

Anyways, this rig in comparison to that was just an oil rig repurposed for a base for superheroes sponsored by the government, doesn't matter what kind of tinker tech they put in place, they most surely wouldn't have though about preparing for an attack from what would be essentially the closest thing that the entities would create if they lived in society and created their own civilization, as the star roads apparently existed in several more dimensions… thinking about it just results in mental damage.

But I wanted to catch the capes by surprise, and they most likely have footage of one tripping Emma, so they're probably very suspicious of me right now, I think. So, I think I shall use it when they least expect it. Although that was just in case they don't see my reason.

"Let's just say… I intend to solve the problems this world has without having strings attached to me. Although, I must say this, Taylor. Do you trust the Protectorate and PRT to understand what we are? Do you think they'll be able to grasp at what we exactly are? I will only tell you this only because of the situation. We aren't exactly what they would call case fifty-threes, and they wouldn't be… exactly sane after the scenario I dub "shits fucked", where I do tell them the whole truth." I told her, before looking away. 'And we would attract the attention of a certain organization that shared similarities with the concept of the illuminati back home if I were to tell the whole truth.' I thought to myself.

Taylor then thought about it for a moment, before she asked through neural physics. 'Are you really sure that you want to be a rogue?' she sounded concerned slightly, wondering whether I was right.

Thinking about what I thought before I happened to become unconscious, I was now a hundred percent certain that I didn't think it through clearly, and I was most likely being an idiot. My fate wasn't determined by the government, for I had a way to get out of this place and I knew that I wasn't going to be bound by the PRT or the protectorate.

I also didn't have the means to be both apart of the Protectorate as well as being a villain without being caught. I wasn't a collection of lek'golo worms that had the unique natural ability to have bond brothers and what not.

'Yup, can't solve the world's problems with bureaucracy holding me back.' I responded.

I then felt through neural physics a group of individuals approaching the room. It was then I figured out that the moment of thinking would be soon over, and the time for talking would take place.

"They're here." I stated, before commenting, "I hope they had brought clothes or what not… a shirt would be fine."

Then the door opened, right there was of course, Armsmaster, the person I could only assume was Emily Piggot, Miss Millitia… and another person… who I soon found out he just happened to be Danny Hebert. How exactly was I able to find out? Well, because of a certain other precursor.

'It has been so long since I've seen him… to see my husband.' Annete stated.

Then the Primordial pitched in, after being silent this whole time, 'So this is my brother-in-law? Eh, I'm not surprised.' He commented.

"Dad?" Taylor spoke, seeing the sight of her father.

"Taylor… is that you?" Danny asked, looking at his own daughter.

'Great their getting emotional…' I thought before getting off of the table that I sat on, intending to do something without being in the way.

I walked over to a countertop that had a tray with all sorts of tools, I then emptied the tray, then flipped it over and drew on it with my clawed fingers. I drew a map, nothing fancy about drawing a whole world.

"Don't mind me, I'm just trying to not ruin the moment." I whispered.

As Taylor and Danny got their moment over with, the director then spoke up, "As much as I don't want to interrupt your moment, I believe we should get on with everything else. For example, the other individual in the room." She coughed to gain my attention. I looked over to her.

"As much as it pains me to say, I do think there are some things to be discussed." I stated, "For example, how I don't truly intend to join your little dress up game and play as a puppet for you to gain traction with the public. Or how you yourself are in dire need of exercise and a healthier diet as well as new kidneys and other things." I commented, earning a glare from the director.

"Intervention-" before Armsmaster could speak further, I interrupted him.

"Just because I stated that I was friend and not foe, doesn't mean I'd be exactly… willing to be drowning in paper. My name isn't intervention for nothing. I serve as an outside force, preventing and de-escalating situations before those situations go to shit. If I were to join the Protectorate or the wards, it would destroy my very goals for the future." I spoke, making it clear that I had no real intentions of joining anything, "And may I say this, this planet is exactly doing the opposite of not going to shit." I spoke, narrowing my eyes at the government employed individuals.

"How exactly do you intend to do that? Ask the slaughterhouse nine to stop and give out flowers? Talk to the endbringers into becoming peace makers? Establish diplomatic relations with Nilbog?" Piggot asked, with her volume increasing steadily with each question, with her as well approaching me.

"All in order, no, sort of, and maybe, if he is willing to come to terms with it and come out of his hidey hole. But let it be clear with this: My goals and my methods behind them all will be enigmatic to you. I don't intend to beat the gangs into submission, all you have to do is think outside the box. For example, improve the economy here in the bay, and you might find that criminal activity will decrease. Sure, that doesn't stop the already established villains from doing what they want to do, but maybe allow future parahumans the chance to start their own thing. For example, if you have a new pyrotechnic or an already established one, allow them or better yet, teach them that they could start a restaurant of their very own where they get to become the world's greatest chef and what not. If you have someone who finds they can control, I don't know, pests, allow them the chance to become an exterminator without the whole killing of the pests." I told her, fully aware of the conflict engine that causes Parahumans to seek out violence.

"And let them run out there uncontrolled?" She asked, sounding a bit… upset.

"We do live in America, the land of opportunities, am I wrong?" I asked, then looking to Danny, "Now, I must say this, I do not intend to make any deals, as the last time I made a deal, I ended up paying the price for not reading the fine print…" I trailed off, before staring right back at Piggot, "I intend to not make the same mistake again." I glared at her.

She then glared at me, before sighing, "Despite how much I want to disagree… you do make a reasonable argument." She then faced Taylor, "Now, could you explain what exactly happened to her?" she asked.

"If I told you the whole truth, you'd go crazy. I do not intend to make you lose your sanity." I stated, "But I can tell you that I had nothing to do with her… transformation." I told her.

Then armsy spoke up, "He's telling the truth." He simply stated, before sighing.

"Now… can I please leave?" I asked, as I then shifted my body to a new shape, "And before you ask, I can manipulate my biology to however I want." I informed them as I shifted into a parrot.

Piggot groaned, before speaking, "Well, you do have to sign some paperwork in order to be registered as a rogue, once that is done, then you can leave." She responded.

Taylor then asked me this through neural physics, 'Can I do that as well?'

Flapping my wings to land on the counter, I then responded, 'Why yes you can.'

Now that I didn't have to use a star road to break myself out, I mentally wandered to the next thing to do. The Simurgh.

I now had plans to free the Simurgh from her control, and I had a blueprint to an enigmatic precursor technology.

Now, all I had to do was construct it and activate it.


Authors notes: I hope you all enjoyed, feedback is appreciated, and I hope you all enjoyed.