A/N; So finally an update! yay, go me. The reason behind the slow updates for everything is quite simple, my laptop, the piece of equipment i keep all my work on... it... it died, a two weeks ago now and to get it repaired i need around £80, and i don't have that money. so, all the work i did for chapters is now pretty much gone. so updates from now on are whenever i can, i mean i lost alot of work when my laptop died so i didn't really wan't to redo all of it.

But here we are with an update so i guess we can't really complain now can we?

Also, why does everybody think i'm committing genocide on the batarians? i'm not, seriously read the last chapter and you'll see that.

Forerunner Capital, Capital system, 600 years post Halo activation

Elizabeth stood by the balcony watching the Forerunners go about their business; dozens of drones flew about completely unhindered and almost completely ignored by the Forerunners. She frowned at the scene, she had always been told A.I's were bad; they couldn't be trusted and would kill all sentient creatures of given half the chance, but here was evidence on the contrary, they were treated like servants and yet they didn't seem to care. She was so confused by everything she had seen since being brought out of the prison by Bornstellar.

A Forerunner in combat armour entered the room behind her; he was only slightly taller than her but looked more… sturdy, more powerful, Elizabeth noticed that he didn't wield a weapon of any sort, at least she couldn't see one.

"Human, your presence is required by the Lifeshaper." He said. He stood to one side of the door to allow her to walk through. Elizabeth sighed to herself as she moved from the balcony and past the guard into the hallway.

"Okay, where to?" She asked the guard who escorted her through the house, he led her into what appeared to be a large dining room, unlike the one her grandparents had it wasn't lavishly decorated and extraordinarily fancy but at the same time, it was. She put it down to the alien aesthetic tastes.

Sat at what she barely recognised as a table she saw the same woman who had taken her out of the building and also sat at the table was Bornstellar, his large imposing figure dominated the room, surprisingly though he looked more peaceful now than when he did the first time they had met.

"Lifeshaper," the guard said as he walked into the room, immediately all noise in the room halted, the Lifeshaper stood up and dismissed the guard. The woman was over twice Elizabeth's height and far thinner than she would have thought natural, but then again these people weren't exactly abiding by the normal standards of the galaxy as she knew it anyway.

"Please sit, I believe you must be hungry, no?" she said in a soft voice full of warmth and in an almost motherly tone. Elizabeth took a place at the strange looking table next to two Forerunners that were closer to her in size then the rest.

Soon after several of the eyeball like drones came out and served food around the table, she noted there were two types of meals, one for the larger and more statuesque Forerunners and one for the smaller and less powerfully built ones. She was served the same meal as the warriors, a mixture of strange looing stuff that she guessed was food, and the strange purple mix looked to be mainly plants and vegetables but no meat.

"Is something wrong?" Bornstellar asked her when he noticed her starring at her food.

"No, no it's just… purple; I've never eaten purple food before, except that one time during training and that didn't end so well." She replied.

"It's the meal suited for warriors, and as a warrior yourself I figured it would be an insult if you were given something else." Bornstellar replied.

She went to try and eat some but she quickly noticed her lack of cutlery, looking round she saw the Forerunners using something to eat with, but she couldn't see it around her place.

"Umm, I don't have a umm fork or anything." She said awkwardly, the two Forerunners sat next to her looked at her with amusement on their faces before one of them made a slight motion with her sixth finger, causing an eating utensil to appear in front of her; it simply floated there until she grabbed it.

"Ha, that was pretty cool, if a little bit creepy." She said as she tried to get used to the alien utensil. She failed to notice the range of emotions across the table, the older warriors looked back and forth between Born and Elizabeth in an attempt to get the head of the able to in act some manners on the human but the stern glances from both Born and Chant prevented any form of outcry.

The meal was eaten in silence, unlike the meals she remembered with her grandparents; they were always loud and full of cheer, talking, joking and all sorts of mayhem. The food she ate was pretty bland flavour wise but it was edible, which was the main thing she guessed.

"Elizabeth," Bornstellar started after the meals were tidied away by the little drone things, "tell us about your people, what are they like," he asked her, all the Forerunners at the table looked at her expectantly, she fidgeted nervously before replying.

"Oh uh, well we're humans, mammals, omnivores, have a penchant for getting into trouble. Nearly every decade another fight breaks out somewhere over something really stupid. Recently it's been the Batarians, trying to stop them. Previously it was the Turians, kicking them off of Shanxi, and before that it was pretty calm for a century or so." She paused to take a breath before continuing.

"On the galactic stage most races are okay with us, although many of them resent us for getting an embassy on the Citadel so quickly after first contact, but we're tougher then we look; we have the second most powerful Navy in the galaxy, not the largest or most advanced but it's still a force to be reckoned with, the Turians learnt that at Shanxi. We don't actually have a very large military, only around three per cent of the total population are actually members of the Alliance." She said, none of the Forerunners said anything but Born looked at Chant with a look that said everything.

"What about your people? It's only fair, I told you a little about mine after all." Elizabeth tried, she was doubtful of getting anything useful from them but it was worth a try.

"Our people have only two worlds where we are settled, we don't need anymore, our Navy is small, only ten ships strong and our warriors are young and inexperienced, the few Prometheans I have with me are… old and tired of war. Our people will not interfere in the galaxy, not much at least, I promised an old friend we wouldn't. We came from a galaxy far away, with no idea what we would do, what we should do. Only a few dozen thousand survived the war, so we came here, thinking it would be safe; unfortunately I fear it is not as safe as we had hoped and that our people will once again be thrown into bloody war." Born replied, he said a lot but gave away little, she could help but notice how… angry he sounded about the war his people went through, whatever happened to the Forerunners it wasn't good, not if it made someone that angry and left so few survivors.

"I think it is perhaps time we retired to our areas and considered the teachings of the Mantle, I have arranged for some… sleeping arrangements for you, Elizabeth." The lady said, interrupting the conversation before it continued.

The Forerunners left slowly, all saying farewells to the lady and Bornstellar before leaving into the maze of hallways that made up the house. The guard from earlier escorted her back to the room and left her, the room was the same only this time a bed formed from the wall as she entered, it lacked a quilt or sheet or pillow but she figured it was better than nothing.