Chief opened his eyes groggily. A piecing light seemed to enter his helmet, suddenly pain erupted around his temples causing him to tightly squeeze his eyes. After silently writhing in pain for thirty seconds, Chief focused himself and willed the pain to stop. Quickly checking his radar, he did not find any hostiles on the blue circle.
Slowly testing his body functions, he willed his muscles in his hands to clench. It obeyed him and did as he commanded. Trying out his other muscles, he was surprised to find that every part of his body moved and worked well.
Taking a deep breath, Chief attempted to lift himself off the ground steadily. He was successful. Taking a quick glance, Chief noticed he was inside a massive sphere standing on a platform. In front of him was a glowing orange ball floating in what looked like the centre of the place.
Reaching up to his com unit on his helmet, he messaged Cortana. "Cortana are you there?", he asked. No response came back. Almost immediately one of those creatures appeared from a portal similar to slipspace. Orange lighting was marked around it's body like a tattoo. The upper body was large and seemed to have some sort of code scrolling through it's body, the limbs were almost comical as they were not proportionate to the body. It's head ;however, was positioned where the chest would be, lines crisscrossed diagonally on it's face.
The creature turned around and started walking in the direction of the orange sphere. Hoping this would lead to Cortana, Chief followed discreetly, making almost no noise as he tailed the thing. Within a few minutes, both had travelled to a T-Section, with two spires on either side towering ominously. The orange ball was much bigger up closer and was emitting a strange frequency. The HUD began to blur and become fuzzy.
Reaching up behind his helmet, he flicked a small switch and the armour systems stopped functioning. He knew that sacrifice his armour's shields and HUD was a bad idea, but if he didn't, the Mark VI would do something he would regret later. His foot steps became heavier as he was forced to rely on his own strength to move in the one tonne MJOLNIR powered armour.
A small raised platform laid several hundred metres away from him, dozens of holograms decorated the platform. Keeping his guard up, Chief kept walking slowly to the objective. Slowly putting a hand to his knife, he took quick glances from left to right. Two swirling portals opened either side of him dropping two of the creatures.
The things followed him at the same pace, observing him from a far distance. Somehow, Chief knew something was behind those faces of theirs.
Arriving at the platform, it suddenly became more active and the projected orange images spun around him like a helicopter. Scanners bathed his suit in an orange hue. Within seconds they disappeared and the console levitated while disassembling at the same time. Pieces broke off and partnered with other pieces to create a different object.
The object was a two handed grip, connected to a terminal. Without even thinking of the possible implications, he enveloped both of the grips. The moment he touched the bulbous objects, a shockwave emanated from the orange ball. A groaning of machinery moving emerged from within the ball.
Chief watched stiffly as a single platform lowered down with a humanoid figure kneeling down on one leg on top of it. Instantly the figure stuck out his left arm and several pieces of armour flew towards the stretched limb, covering it thoroughly. The same movement was made with the right arm four seconds later.
Being mesmerized by the complexity of the armour and level of technology, Chief could only watch in awe of the process happening before him. The figure stood up straight and more fragments flew, interlocking with each other and activating functions. Within seconds the figure was fully armoured. It turned it's head to face the Chief.
Orange hate filled eyes looked at the Chief, fangs turned upwards in displeasure and the skin around the face seemed to tighten in enmity. The figure then extended it's six figured hand towards the Chief, an invisible force suddenly gripped his two metre frame and lifted him in the air, excruciating pain coursed through his entire body as he was forcefully lifted towards the figure.
"I have to admit human", the Alien started with mock admiration, "you are very brave in releasing me from my solitary exile in Requiem's Cryptum".
Chief said nothing as he continued to struggle against the grip of the humanoid.
"Well then, since you do not want to acknowledge me human", the Alien continued venomously, "you have resigned yourself to your fate". Without warning, the Humanoid slammed Chief into the ground of the nearest platform, making a very large dent and knocking him unconscious. The figure pointed his finger at the nearby creature.
"You, bring him to memory extraction, I want to see everything that has happened in my absence", he commanded. The creature complied and lifted Chief up in it's arms before teleporting away.
"After I am done with this human, the rest of the galaxy will learn the might of the Ur-Didact", he mused to himself before teleporting away.
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