Hello Ladies and Gentlemen, Mend1cant Bias here, coming at you with a new story. Will be trying my hand at a Destiny crossover with Halo with a twist of a self-insert living his life as a Forerunner. I don't really have anything else to say, just hope you enjoy this latest installment of a story and look forward to writing more for ALL my stories. Once again, thanks for taking a look at this.
Chapter 1: New Life, New Problems
Death.
Not something I'd expect to happen so soon, especially when I was a newly minted graduate at the age of twenty-one with high hopes for the future in computer engineering and software. I dreamed of working with some of the high end gaming companies such as Bungie, Obsidian, hell I would settle with Treyarch if it meant getting my ideas on paper or on a computer. I just wanted to make a living, doing what i enjoyed the most, Video games.
Guess that wouldn't be happening though, especially now that seven tons of steel came crashing into me, even now most of my limbs were too mangled to allow me to move. As well as the amount of adrenaline coursing through my systeeee- nevermind, oh fuck this fucking hurts. Jesus christ, it's like an alarm is ringing in my head from all this pain, my ears are ringing; I can feel a soft pool of blood around my head. My vision was blurring out already, I could make out figures surrounding me, their voices barely intelligible from all the blood rushing through my head.
My vision begins to fade, my only hope for whatever happens after, is that the afterlife or wherever I go is a much better place.
Darkness takes the place of my vision.
October 31, 2022.
The Death of Adam Wright.
A New Story Begins.
Warmth, a sense of warmth greets me in this darkness that envelops me. Time has no meaning anymore, it has felt like an eternity since gaining consciousness in this isolated segment of the void. I've had time to reflect on my current situation, thoughts isolated, plans on what to do if I ever got out or on what was even waiting for me out of this darkness. And then, it happened, mumbled voices and searing bright light finally greeted me from this vast darkness.
The searing brightness from the light blinded me as I tried moving my limbs, key word, tried.
My arms and legs definitely felt way different, my vision slowly returning to me as a sterile white room enters my sight, with occupants of an unknown species enters my sight. One had a rather large helmet obscuring his stoic features, the other was more open to look at, both seemed to be males and rather human-like. He had a pale face with slits instead of a nose, like a serpent, and instead had patches of fur growing from his scalp and nape. His clothing stuck to him like a second skin, moving with every muscle in his body with ease. It was only until he picked me up did I realize that I overlooked his stature, he held me up to his face and I can tell he dwarfed everyone in the room, easily standing in at ten and a half feet tall. He also hid an extra pair of arms, folded behind his back.
"Those eyes…. Yes, this one is quite inquisitive, very observant of his surroundings and of others." Spoke the one holding me. "An excellent son and heir to continue my legacy as a war and for my family heritage!"
His smile was rather small, constrained and reserved. His voice just barely contained any hint of positive emotion, if any at all. But with a single glance at his eyes, they spoke volumes with how pleased and happy he was.
I was quickly placed in the arms of my new mother, she had smoother features, her headwear was somewhat big and bulbous. She was definitely smaller than my new father, being only half his height. She was currently in the same outfit as my father, a skin tight suit, also moving with flexibility with each and every muscle.
She seemed to witness my gaze, my observational look as I examined each detail and each action taken. "You are right, my husband, our son seems to be quite the observer. His gaze scanning like that of a sentinel searching for a specific data stream."
She handed me off to what I can only assume to be their version of a doctor. He handled me gently, carefully looking over me for anything flawed. A metallic construct came into view, one that I instantly recognized as one of the most common, robotic cannon fodder, coming from one of my most favorite series.
It was a simple Forerunner sentinel, and it was scanning me.
I was in Halo.
(15 years later)
I ran, weaving left and right from obstacle to obstacle, the sounds of hardlight circuits buzzing underneath my feet. Orange bolts of Hardlight shoot straight past me, hitting a nearby wall, leaving behind glowing scorch marks. The entire arena was constructed to be symmetrical, both sides completely even to each other.
I peaked my head around the corner, my helmeted gaze staring down the middle of the arena. There he was, standing in all his glory, was my father. An elite member of the Forerunner military forces, a second in command, serving directly underneath the Iso-Didact. He is currently holding a burst-fire variant of the Z-250 lightrifle, albeit it was a training-sim version of the original model; a non-lethal weapon that hurt like hell.
My training currently involves getting a grasp of my surroundings, having to evade armed opponents while finding whatever weapons he has scattered across the arena, all of course being training versions of them. Besides those, were basic titanium staffs with built in shock modules, powerful enough to stun.
I only had a second before another burst of hardlight bolts were shot at me, the projectiles leaving behind scorch marks on the edge.
"You can take cover all you want Echo-of-Lost-Worlds, but you will have to fight back eventually! The enemy will not give you the opportunity to fight back, so you will have to grasp that moment and strike! Use whatever tool you have and fight!" Bornstellar-Brings-Pain spoke, firing another burst at my cover, slowly making an approach towards me.
I quickly activate my wrist mounted Z-79 FORGE device, a tool built to process stored matter into hand held tools, weapons, and components. In other words, a miniature fabrication device that can fit over my wrist, all while allowing a Archeon-Class Ancilla to be stored on it.
Quickly typing in the plans, I allow the device to fabricate three spherical, glass-like orbs onto the palm of my hand; each one weighing as heavy as an egg. Just underneath the black, glass material, I can make out a faint pulsing red light dimmed by the dark exterior. With a few well placed tosses over my cover, I allow two of the three spheres to land on the sides of my father. The last one I place to my side, allowing it to form a rather convincing holo-image of myself armed with a Z-110 Directed Energy pistol also known to me as the Boltshot, the two other holograms follow suit in activating.
"Not bad, son of mine! But you'll have to do more than that in order to gain a win over me. I still have centuries upon centuries of experience, I have felled numerous enemies of the Ecumene, where you have only gotten a fraction of what I am offering!" Bornstellar-Brings-Pain bellowed, activating a hardlight arm shield, blocking shots from both holograms.
This was my opportunity to strike, I bolted out of cover, making a mad dash towards a nearby hardlight control panel on the floor. Quickly typing away at some setting adjustments, I can see walls forming around my father, keeping him contained. And with this open window of opportunity, I caught sight of something that could give me an advantage; a Z-180 Close Combat Rifle/Asymmetric Engagement Mitigator or otherwise known as a Scattershot.
I was only a foot away from the damned thing before pain erupted in my stomach. That hard bastard actually broke out and punted me with his leg, launching me a good couple meters away. I could feel the pain swelling throughout my body as my lungs struggled to get air in them, the sound of footsteps grew close as I looked up and saw the grinning visage of my Father. It was brief, but I could make out the pride he had for me, quickly replaced with a serious look in them.
"Using the environment against me, letting it bend to your will, is a truly excellent display of combat intelligence. Along with using holograms to overwhelm your opponent, a simple move, but one that still has merit when including your ingenuity." Bornstellar-Brings-Pain spoke, before kneeling down to my level, or as close as his size would allow. "While it was wise of you to go after a more powerful weapon, solely focusing on it allowed you to get sloppy. This sloppiness cost you a victory, costing your very own life which your opponent could have taken away."
Lifting me up, I could tell something was up with the old man, he usually didn't look so worried before. It's as if his age has finally caught up with him, the sense as if mortality was finally catching up with him, this new side of him was terrifying in the sense that it was beyond serious. It was when he pulled me into a hug that I now knew it was going to be life changing, not for just me, but also our family.
"I have been called up to arms, the Ecumene Council has deemed it necessary that Humanity must pay in blood for the death of millions of Forerunners. Their assaults on our colonies must not go unheard, even now they wipe away planets to strengthen the hold on their empire. All due to some outbreak spreading amongst their own, this is where I come into the equation." Bornstellar-Brings-Pain spoke, no emotion could be heard in his voice, only a neutral tone that spoke a lot on his stance on the matter. He didn't see Humanity as an enemy, not in the traditional sense, but as a priority target set by the Council; one that needed to be destroyed. "You are a strong Manipular, my blood as well as your mother's, runs through your veins. The blood of a warrior, one who has a penchant for battle, all while maintaining intelligence and ingenuity in craftsmanship."
I can feel the tight, constricting feeling of confliction wrap around my heart. I knew exactly what he was speaking about, Humanity bombarding worlds and taking territory, a mysterious outbreak spreading among the Human Empire, The Forerunner Ecumene going on a crusade against Humanity.
This was the moment the Forerunner-Human war started, a conflict that would see the destruction of multiple colonies and deaths of millions. What chilled me the most, was that it would pale to the real horror that would beset onto the Forerunners, the real threat that caused Humanity to act without hesitation.
The Flood will be creeping across the galaxy soon. From what lore I can remember, they used to be the ruling race of the galaxy, the Precursors. A highly intelligent race that was comparable to gods, seeding galaxies with life and neuro-based technology that broke conventional science. Though their fate would be short lived as the Forerunner race were envious in thinking that they deserved the Precursor's inheritance of the Mantle; not Humanity or any other race in the galaxy. And with that, the Precursors were ruthlessly hunted down until none could be found. Though that was a ploy, with a good amount breaking themselves down into dust and allowing themselves to travel the stars in automated ships until they could reform.
This would backfire, as the dust they had become would become corrupted, with Humanity finding the remains of the Precursors and unknowingly releasing the Flood on their colonies. Bringing a terror unimaginable upon the galaxy, one that sought to unite all races by consumption.
It was with this terrifying knowledge that I hugged him tighter, not wanting him to see the look of fear upon my face. But I know already from body language that he was indeed worried for me.
"Father, surely we could hold talks with the Humans? Receive their side of the story and take into account details on why they thought it necessary. Humanity might be a stubborn and arrogant species, but for them to be so bold, that is outside their standard set of actions." I reasoned with him, trying to see if he can take up a possible chance of changing the timeline. If I could even change a little of the canon timeline, there could be a possibility, albeit absolutely small chance of Humanity being given a lighter sentencing for their crimes.
"You speak of doing the impossible, especially since the Council has already made up their minds on the matter, though you do bring up valid points. Very well, I will speak with your uncle on this matter, perhaps when we take in prisoners for trial; they will be given the opportunity to voice their accounts of the situation. But for now, let us head back. Your mother is probably finished with supper, I believe she is cooking angolian stew tonight." This time, I can see a smile on his face, one that I also mirrored back. If there was anything we enjoyed more than combat, it was our love for whatever mother was cooking.
It was with this one moment of slight joy, that I allowed myself to forget about the horrors of the future. To just live in the moment, make the most of the time I have within this new world, spend time with my new family.
I would like to thank you all for reading this chapter of my new story, House of Reclamation. I hope you all have had a good start to this new year so far. Mend1cant Bias reporting out.