Disclaimer: Halo and Genshin Impact DO NOT belong to me. They're owned by their respective owners and the only thing to my name is possible OC's and this story.

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Imaginary Guy117 - Yes, Aether is B-311 and Lumine is B-312. I've learned the best way to tell a story is to show rather than tell. So when reading this story and answers, keep in mind that I'll not always be direct to avoid spoiling the story. I was debating whether to have Aether as B-311, B-313, or some other Beta company random number. Though as far as I know, there as been no actual brothers and sisters in Spartan classes so it was a group of people unfamiliar with each other. With no way to decipher how Spartans are categorized other than companies, I figured labeling Aether as B-311 will make things simple.

SpoopyTheScout - Oh boy, I hope so. Like I said, I need time to properly research and understand the atmosphere.

Anyway, enjoy.

"Internal Dialogue"

"Regular Speech"

"Foreign language translated"

Sound Effects

... Scene Break

Her face felt a wet splash, audible hissing reaching her ears. She rolled away into a crouch, wiping the substance off. She subconsciously avoided the visor fragments embedded in her face. A group of shredded and dismembered corpses laid where she was pinned. Indigo blood covered the area and staining her armor's gray with purple. Steam flowed from the heated chest plate, blood boiling off where the plasma bolts connected. Loud gunfire assaulted her ears causing her eyes to lock onto a Pelican hovering above the battlefield.

Plasma bolts slammed into the underside, yet not doing significant damage. An M370 autocannon, under the nose, spewed hot lead at the enemy infantry before blasting. A boulder-sized ball of blue plasma flew through the space the aircraft occupied previously. It landed on top of a group of Elites, vaporizing them instantly. A pair Wraiths stood off the graveyard of a compound, their hulls visible in the dust cloud. She made use of the distraction and ran into the largest building.

She jumped into a collapsed corner of the building to where a dead spartan laid. Beside it, a Spartan Laser hung loosely in a dead grip. She took the weapon and came back outside to take aim. She pressed the trigger and a red dot appeared on a wraiths side. It grew in size and a line became visibly before it disappeared. The Pelican dived from the sky and released missiles the landed upon the wraiths, two flames exploding with shrapnel flying everywhere.

She placed the weapon on her back and went to one of the many dead aliens that littered the battlefield. She scavenged a plasma pistol, placing it one one thigh, and holding up a plasma rifle. Her eyes caught a gleam and she dislodged the silver handle from a dismembered maroonish-purple armored claw. Placing it on her other thigh, she carefully moved throughout the compound; taking out Covenant soldiers with plasma fire. The Pelican continued to fly above the buildings, 70 mm rounds ripping Covenant bodies apart. Soon silence permeated across the battlefield, only the sound of the Pelicans thrusters reach her ears.

She glanced at the open sky and saw Phantoms in the distance, heading towards them. The pilot must have realized it too as the Pelican lowered in front of her. The bay opened, revealing a turret bolted in its aft section and the cockpit door opening. A familiar helm peaked back at her, a flash of green glinted off his visor. She sharply turned around and threw a pulse down at her feet. A dome of blue hexagons appeared before green incendiary gel washed over it, more rounds followed the first.

"Get in, now!" She followed the command, rushing into bay. She manned the turret and the pelican bursted forward, not rising at first to avoid leaving it open itself to fuel rod fire. The drop shield finally popped, revealing a Field Marshall missing its lower half; crawling and holding a fuel rod with pure tenacity. The multiple barrels spun and a stream of bullets turned the surviving Elite into Swiss cheese. The Pelican gained speed and altitude as it zoomed away from the pursuing Phantoms.

"Incoming Banshees on our port side." She swerved the gun to the right, releasing a burst. It pierced the first Banshee's canopy and clipped the wing of the second. Blenching smoke, it continued flying and gave its own long burst. The Pelican veered to its starboard side, plasma flying past its left wing. Noble Six took it down with another burst. It fell to the speeding ground below and exploded in blue flames.

The Phantoms became smaller and smaller as they gained ground. The helmet-less spartan quickly survey the rushing winds, keeping a vigilant eye. Minutes passed by with only the sound of thrusters keeping her company. The doors blocked her view as it closed, giving a hiss of pressurization. She then realized how tired she felt after fighting for... she couldn't recall how long. After a while, everything became a haze until it ended with those flashes.

Fury and self-loathing flared in her bosom. She couldn't believe herself, she had accepted death at the hands of those bastards. Damn it... she let go of the turret's warped handles. If she had died as she nearly had, what would that mean to everyone that sacrificed themselves. For her... Jorge, Kat, Carter, Emile, her parents whose faces she couldn't even remember, and... nearly him. She walked down the bay and into the cockpit, a gray helm peering at her for a second before looking out again. He fiddled with a hard case on his thigh, pulling out a small first-aid kit.

She took it out his hand and sat in the co-pilots seat. Opening the kit, she pulled out a rag and wiped most of the indigo blood off; avoiding the visor fragments. Then she pulled out a pair of forceps along with a mirror next. Many small blood covered fragments clattered on the floor. She wiped the rest of her face and drained a bottle of rubbing alcohol down her face, ignoring the intense burning sensation.

She looked at her chest plate, the right side burned and warped yet hadn't lost its integrity. She applied antibiotic ointment on the cuts before placing adhesive bandages over them. The kit gave a clatter as everything was put away and closed. The amputee accepted the kit back with no fanfare. Silence reigned between the twins. Her brother seemed unaffected while she shifted slightly.

"Thanks... for coming, I mean." She spoke softly, perhaps too softly. He only scoffed at that, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Her eyes shifted from the passing landscape and onto the back of his head. Perhaps it was... The missions she was on and the conditions she fought with... she had to think for herself and only for herself in order to survive. That was a guaranteed lifestyle of hers until she was assigned to Noble team.

"Friend of yours?"

"Father."

"I'm sorry."

"Why should you be?"

She felt a pang, something she hadn't felt for a long time. She reached around and pulled out Jorge's, Kat's, and Emile's dog tags. It brought back bad memories and a horrible sense of understanding. It was simply another job, not this... Instead of laughing at dying Covenant monsters, they laughed at Noble's expense. Her fists tightened dangerously. "Those bastards!"

She thought of that civilian, staring at the gray helm. "Why should you be?" Echoed in her mind. Would she feel something worse, would she feel sorry if HE died just to save HER of all people? She won't let that happen! She won't fail anyone again! She won-

"You're staring again." Caught, she remained impassive. The Headhunter peered back at her, visor locking onto her hand for a split second. The pilot's form oozed understanding before he turned back, she didn't know what to feel at that. Silence permeated the cockpit once again before she returned the dog tags to where they were. B-311 seemed to sense that.

"I also got this for you." He reached below the seat and pulled out a helmet. A RECON helmet with an extra plate on top of it. The one she ordered for herself before WINTER CONTINGENCY. The gray helm gave a bronze glare through the thin visor, and she grabbed it. Sliding it over her head, the HUD came to life and her shields reappeared once again. Yellow light covered her form, diagnostics scrolled across her HUD, and declared green across the board.

"That lone wolf stuff stays behind. Clear?"

Her thin visor met his own as he peered back again. ...Heh, they match now...

"Clear."

...

"Hold on!" The internal microphones blared in her ears. She braced and resisted the shift in momentum. The Pelican abruptly slowed, thrusters barely lit. Both banshee's split before all the aircraft dog piled, the human ship's thrusters flared again and pursued the original pursuers. Rounds slammed into one Banshee, downing it. The other Banshee rolled, avoiding a line of tracer fire. It swerved into a curve, completing a 180. The Pelican rolled, avoiding bolts of plasma.

Objects in the bay and the compartments flew out and scrambled in the bay before the Pelican reoriented. She placed a hand on the ceiling and kept her balance through the ordeal. The Banshee flew past and disappeared into the wall of snowfall. Winds howled and thrusters burned, covering sounds of the banshee's engines. Looking through the blizzard, she couldn't see any hint of purple. A flash of green erupted.

"Veer to the left!" She called out, sending a stream of lead to where the flash originated. The Pelican bursted to its port side where a ball of green zoomed past. A flash of blue erupted behind the Pelican, the bullets hitting their mark. Four more hazes of purple appeared, the surviving Noble team member spraying bursts at the masses.

"Hold them back, we're nearing the gateway!" She fired another burst and another blue explosion answered her. The Pelican lowered closer to the ground, snow billowing in their wake. Three pairs of plasma fire filled the air around the green aircraft. It dodged the blue superheated gases before a lucky stream impacted the right wings thrusters. It exploded, the pelican dropping sharply.

She grabbed hold of the ceiling meshing, bracing her feet against the bolted feet of the turret. The belly of the bird impacted the ground hard, the Spartan jolting sharply and the turret tearing off its bolts. It flew off and disappeared in the large cloud of snow shrouding the Pelicans form. The human vehicle slid to a stop in the middle of a snowy plain. Her brother exited the cockpit as she picked herself up. She spied something glowing red under a seat.

"We have to hurry, the Banshees will make another pass." He said as he hurried towards her. She reached under it and pulled a brick of gray metal with reddish-orange highlights. She pulled his twin closer and plugged it into his lower spine, the amputee staring at her quizzically.

"It's armor lock, an armor augmentation that gives you a shield that makes you virtually impervious to all forms of damage." She croaked out, monotone. He only grabbed her hand and dragged her out. "The only drawback is that it only lasts five seconds and immobilizes you. To activate it, you'll need significant force so... punch the ground?"

B-311 scoffed at that and placed a mechanical palm in the snow. His regular hand held on to her as flakes of silver metal rose from the group. Seemingly unaffected by the blizzard and rushing winds, the flakes clung to both twins. Soon she was blinded as her form changed from gray to silver. Massive resistance met them as they, what she assumed, sunk through the ground. A only a few seconds passed when the ground shook heavily before silence settled.

Minutes passed by as they sunk further and further. Darkness met her eyes as they continuously descend. She can 'hear' her heart pounding harder, her breath quickly rushing. She felt drywall on her face, her tiny body squishing to compensate. Dust clung to the blood on her face, something heavy moved on the other side. It was wrong, she knew it was heavy yet its footsteps were light. Too light, too quiet...

thud... thud... thud... thud... thud... thud... th-

Something squeezed her hand, causing her to jolt. She controlled her breathing and paced. Her heart rate slowed as she blinked the memory away. She firmly squeezed back. The resistance ceased and their speed increased for a few more minutes before they ceased. The flakes slackened, releasing them, before sliding off. They joined their brethren into the ceiling as the hive above glowed, bathing the room in an eerie blue.

The walkway had crates lined off to the side with various equipment scattered around. A dormant locater beacon stood by a set of metallic double doors with a power line connected to a generator. She glanced around at the sentient room, feeling on edge despite what her brother told her. She didn't like how isolated they were, trapped inside a kill box waiting to happen. Like a rat in a cage, she hated it. She goddamn hunted the Covenant like the animals they were, not hide from them.

"It's necessary." She whipped her head at him. "You're mumbling." He explained, her lips pressed into a thin line and was glad he couldn't see it. Had she always done that? When did it start? Had she been... compromised? Compromised by what... her near death, memory flashes, or... him? The Headhunter seemed to stare at her for a bit and continued the conversation.

"We'll restock and resupply, we'll have to wait a bit before we can enter." He opened up a crate and reached a hand inside.

"Why wait? Every second we wait, the closer the Covenant will be to finding this place." She placed her alien weaponry and Spartan Laser onto a table.

"Normally I would agree, however the moment we activate-" He thumbed at the double doors, "that, we're going to light up like a flare with the Covenant so close. The fact that they blew up the Pelican up there means they have no idea about this place as they shown great care for this technology. Even to the point of reverence." The amputee pulled out an MRE along with a couple bottles of water and handed them out to her. She raised a palm.

"I don't nee-"

"When was the last time you ate?" B-311 asked, albeit with a dangerous undertone.

"We Spartan's require little sustenance to operate efficiently. There's no need." He stood to his full height, standing only two inches taller than her.

"When was the last time you ate?" He repeated lowly, pushing the MRE into her chest.

"...4 hour-" He grabbed her chest plate and roughly shoved her down on a seat at the table. The small crate, or improvised chair, buckled slightly.

"I meant goddamn food, not nutrient supplements or stim-packs. Now-" He pulled out another small crate and sat on it. Placing the MRE and water in front of her, he growled "Do I need to fuckin' feed you?" She shook her head and he leaned back. She grabbed hold of the bag and read its contents. Shrimp Alfredo, her eyes flicked to her watching brother. Seafood was a favorite of hers as a child...

"Any MRE would have been sufficient."

"We can afford the 'luxury', Lumine." Her body shivered at the mention of the name. She couldn't see under his helmet, but she could feel the irritation oozing from her brother. She tore the lip open and emptied its contents.

"So when will we open the gateway? I didn't see any sensors in place to detect Covenant forces up top." She grabbed a bottle of water and drained it into the MRE bag. She slipped an heating pad next along with the sealed package of Shrimp Alfredo.

"Won't need them. Instead we have an electro-magnetic reader. We'll use that to tell us when to go." She only held the bag up, letting the flameless heater chemically activate and warm the food. She pondered on what he said, then it clicked.

"...You're crazy. I'm not waiting to get glassed, even if it masks the gate opening."

"I'm flattered, getting called crazy by you is an accomplishment in itself." She felt the sudden urge to bash the smug bastards face in.

...

Her heart hammered as the whole room quaked. She stood off to the side of the double doors, waiting. Her brother stood farther back, his face lit up by the terminal he was working on. It shrilled at him and continued in intensity as the room rumbled harder. On his back laid a rocket launcher and a sniper rifle, encompassing the whole space. His right thigh held a magnum and in hand, he held a assault rifle.

Unusual for a Spartan to equip so many weapons, his reasoning being "Anything can be in there and I want to have anything and everything to kill it with." She agreed with his reasoning and reequipped herself the alien weaponry she brought beforehand. She had placed the plasma pistol and plasma sword onto her left thigh while the right held the plasma rifle. On her back laid the Spartan Laser and a shotgun while her hands held a DMR. The blue glow of the room disappeared, shrouding everything in darkness. Before the Spartans could activate their VISR, the glow returned.

The room glowed red, the 'waters' above and below raged. The rumbling reached its highpoint, all the equipment and crates clattering. The amputee abandoned his post and sprinted to the doors, placing a mechanical hand on its face. The doors 'burned' away as a wall of light took its place. He went to take a step, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He glanced at her as she gently pushed him behind her.

It made sense for her to take the lead, she was better equipped and had the proper armor. She'll take the first shot for him, she won't fail him. She released a breath and stepped in. Light blinded her and her insides did butterflies, her mind under a light haze. The light subsided and light rustling of wind met her ears. Sky.

Sky as far as she could see with white pillars with gold trim reminiscent of Roman architecture dotted the landscaped. She couldn't see a bottom as it was completely concealed under a solid layer of clouds. Bridges lined crossed from pillar to pillar and led to parts unknown. Some of the pillars stood crooked and others were either thin, thick, small, or large as they all stabbed through the cloud line. It... was if it was a mirror to the room they were in before. She peered back, her brother came through the wall of light and took a moment to adjust.

The double doors had the same white Roman aesthetic with golden ornate trim. The doors weren't missing as well, instead they were laid open before they slowly closed. It gave a thunk as it completely shut. She motioned her head at him and led him down the bridge they were on. Both soldiers wouldn't admit it, but they were on edge. They were in unfriendly territory with no support and, she swallowed, no cover.

She scrutinized the pillars and bridges around them, looking for any sign of movement. She had her drop shield and her brother had the armor lock, however it would hinder their movement too much for the cover to be beneficial. This was a sniper's wet dream and they would be decimated if enemy aircraft showed. Time wasn't their ally.

"We should move. We're too exposed." She softly spoke into the microphone.

"Agreed." Both Spartan's sprinted, quickly covering distance. The surrounding architecture became a blur as both soldiers ran faster than any non-augmented human could. She noticed the lagging yellow dot behind her in her motion tracker. She grimaced, SPI armor didn't provide the same level of enhancement as MJOLNIR. Still, slowing down will only compromise them. They continued on like this for minute until the bridge ended.

What laid in front of her was a very large platform, the size of it closer to several football fields. A yellow dot reappeared on her motion tracker and formed up with her. Both twins walked forward, each taking a side to cover. They walked across this large platform and came to a stop on the other side. A small portion of the side descended into stairs, disappearing in the cloud layer. Both stood at the edge, she glanced at the amputee.

She stiffened when he placed his fingers on his faceplate, as if trying to massage his face. B-, Aether NEVER did that. She bumped his shoulder, jostling him to attention. He placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a firm shake. She looked at him dubiously before nodding. She turned back to the stairs, she took a step; an ankle disappearing in the cloud. Her boot met solid ground, prompting her to take another step; the clouds up to her stomach.

CLUNK

She whirled around, bringing her rifle to bear. Her brother laid crumpled on his back, a foot hidden in the clouds. Her eyes went into overdrive and absorbed the environment in short time. No snipers immediately seen, no obvious wounds, no blurs of stealth Elites, so what happened? She brought out her brother's bio signs and check his body personally. Armor integrity is stable, no punctures, and no other aspects that can signify his conditions.

His bio signs showed that he was... asleep?

...

He dragged his sister on, his slighter taller build helping him run quicker. Both panted in exertion, he glanced back. Nothing seemed to chase them until he saw a small branch on one of the trees bend openly in the air. He ran quicker, they were close now. A simple white two-story house stood in the open of a clearing, pavement on the other side leading to a human city further away. They followed the dirt path leading back home as quick as their little legs could carry them.

He reached the backdoor first and opened it wide enough for his sister to slip through. He followed closely behind, slamming the door shut. He linked his fingers together and formed a cup. His sister quickly stepped on it and he lifted, just liked they always did when reaching for no-no places. She locked the door, and climbed down.

"The pad!" Her voice squeaked out, and left the kitchen. He grabbed a chair and dragged it to the counter. He used it to climb on top of the counter, peeking through the blindings covering the kitchen window. He looked down the dirt path, looking for it. The forestry swayed gently with the breeze, no blurs he could see. A patch of dirt shifted, his eyes widen. Something blue burned a hole through the window, frying the stray strand of hair on top of his head. He fell off the counter and landed on the hard floor, his vision blurred.

He blinked, the environment changed. Rolling waves breaking against a U-shaped beach, rock cliff walls bordered the area. It was dark, rays of sunshine attempting to peek over the horizon. His throat burned, his chest felt tight... he needed air! Air! His hands grasped his helmet, unlocking the airtight mechanism and twisted it off. He gulped mouthfuls of air between coughs of carbon monoxide.

His eyes quickly glanced around, his mind felt fuzzy. Where was he? Who... was he? He fumbled around the collar of his chest plate, pulling out a two pairs of dog tags. Jorge S-052, that didn't feel right... He looked at the other pair. Aether B-311, that felt more familiar. Why would he have two...? It hurts... to remember...

He pushed himself off the sand and stood up. Patting himself down, he recognized a few weapons on his person. A magnum on his right thigh and his hardened case which hadn't lost its integrity. The knife rested in its proper place by his head. His hand reached over his shoulder and found only one weapon remained, pulling it out revealed a sniper rifle. He checked his weapons and he found that they weren't damaged or defective.

Checking the ammunition, he found that the magnum was fully loaded, yet the sniper rifle only held a round in the chamber. He glanced back, a Spartan imprint in the sand. Beside it, laid the Spartan Laser and the handle of a energy sword. He grabbed both and saw that they were depleted... wasn't someone holding these before... he didn't recall him possessing them. The golden rays of dawn collided into his eyes, he shielded them with a hand...? Golden? Gold...?

"Lumine?!" Where was she?! What happened?! Everything hurts, but he had to know!! Standing six feet, nine inches tall in gray MJOLNIR armor. Quiet, awkward, standoffish, blonde hair tied into a bun, golden eyes, his little sist-

"Wake up!" He sat up, pulling his magnum free. The barrel met a thin line of bronze, unimpressed. His mind caught up with him and he lowered the weapon. She grabbed him by the shoulders and lifted him from the bed. "We have to go!" She shoved an assault rifle in his hands and dragged him from the room. Screams echoed in the background, sounds of battle and fire, and clashes of... steel?

He blinked, fuze dissipating somewhat. His form rose above the clouds and stepped onto the large platform, his sister beside him. With a thundering crack, the sky split apart. Something similar to a slip space rupture, red portal opened before flatlining and oscillating as if it were a heart monitor. Both siblings brought their weapons up, splitting off to take their respective side. Something coming here just as they tried to escape and be friendly? Not a goddamn chance in hell, this was an enemy. The enemy that 'sabotaged their inheritance' and knew about them.

"We should escape, something that can create that can be more trouble than they're worth. Lock them in and throw away the key." He only received a nod from his sister. They sprinted, his sister taking the lead. He kept glancing back, watching as the line settled into a trio of concave sided diamonds. He switched his assault rifle with the sniper rifle.

A... a feminine leg came first, toes touching invisible ground... that pulsed gold? He slid to a knee and shouldered the rifle, peering through the scope. Fiery amber eyes appeared from the darkness, a blue circular crosshair laid between them. He squeezed the trigger leading the rifle to boom. A trail of vapor instantly appeared and speared into the red hued wall. The being jolted out, the vapor trailing across her damn cheek... heh, heh, wasn't he being cheeky.

She must of heard his thoughts as her eyes narrowed dangerously back at him through the scope. Two more vapor trails followed and slammed into a red hued wall comprised entirely out of cubes. The wall shifted into a trio of cubic tendrils that shot out and covered the distance in an instance. He rolled forward, feeling the impact shake the entire bridge behind him. He brought his assault rifle to bear and sniper rifle back into place in one fluid movement. He fired and the woman shot off into the distance, barely avoiding the fire.

"Belay escaping, she'll take us out in a second on the bridge." He received a green acknowledgment light. She disappeared behind a pillar, tendrils shooting behind it. Rifle rounds slammed into the flying cubes, yet they remained unaffected. He rolled forward missing the first two and sidestepping the third. He sprinted forward, back the way they came.

"Under you!" His eyes glanced down, seeing the floor glowing red. He jumped back from the red square before it expanded up into a solid black cube where he stood not a second ago. It faded out of existence, leaving a gap in the bridge. He glanced at his motion tracker, a red dot zooming under him and a yellow dot dashing at his six. He slid into a knee, dropping the rifle to cup his hands. An armored boot stepped into it and was launched across the gap, the mid-air spartan sending DMR fire underneath the bridge.

He backed away and sprinted as fast as he could and jumped. His fingers slipped past the bridge's edge before his mechanical forearm was grabbed. She pulled at him with two hands before she glanced up. She whipped her left hand at the ground and a drop shield materialized. Black tendrils slammed into the blue dome and ate at it. She pulled him up and the twins exited out the back.

Both cleared the bridge and made back to the large platform. The siblings covered each other's backs as they surveyed the surround area, looking for the strangely dressed individual. His motion tracker displayed nothing so far and he kept glancing at his feet. They wouldn't get much done standing here would they?

"Sorry we couldn't introduce ourselves, but we're short on time so we'll be leaving." He loudly proclaimed. His muscles tightened in preparation.

"Arrogance. Such a common trait of Mankind." A red dot encompassed their yellows. He dived forward, tendrils bursting through the ground and whipping wildly. One clipped his sister, cubes appeared on her form before yellow flashed and winked out of existence. She bounded away.

"Don't let those things touch you." She warned, seemingly calm about being nearly taken out. He jumped over a swinging tentacle and sidestepped another that tried to stab him. His figure literally blurred and backed away from the cubic mass. Lumine rolled from the writhing mess and quickly switched to her plasma rifle.

"Shield! Now!" She snapped into action, another dome materialized as tendrils attempted to penetrated. The unknown woman floating above, summoning more of the cubic abominations. He could see it, the pale woman's eyes scanning the landscape for him. He peered through the scope, red triangles locking onto her. He fired, a rocket blasting from the tube and into another wall.

He shifted his aim slightly to the left and the rocket launched. It curved mid-air and into the enemy. A ball of cubes expanded from the being and absorbed the blast, it pulsing orange. A ruby red laser impacted the ball a split second later and burned a line across it. It didn't penetrate through however.

"I'm the Sustainer of the Heavenly Principles, and they won't be broken by the likes of you." The unknown woman's voice echoed. He threw the spent launcher aside and deactivated his camouflage. The ball's pulse quickened and glared burning orange, his sister sliding at him.

"Mine isn't recharged yet!" He understood and slammed the ground beside her head. Their bodies flared, encompassed by a shimmering aqua shield. The world became dark as cubes impacted every square inch of the battlefield, including them. The cubes latched on, attempting to grow and expand. Their shields continued to pulse before it burst, blasting the cubes off. Lumine shoved him off to the side, a tendril speared into her chest.

The pale woman stood above her, coming from the sky. Cubes expanded and quickly consumed her form though not before a silver handle flew at him. He grabbed it and squeezed, a bright blue blade winking into existence. In the same fluid motion, he swung right at her neck. It stopped before it could, a cube blocking its way. One hand held a hollow cube that glowed gold, the remaining cubes that consumed his sister disappearing into it.

The other held the plasma at bay. His eyes flickered, spying the lying green weapon where his sister disappeared. He grabbed it with the other hand and attempted to bash her with it. Another cube blocked it before he could, the cubes devoured both weapons and his arms. His head whipped forward, but missed when she backed away. He could only stand there, not able to resist as the cubes encompassed him.

Fury. That was all he felt. At losing the battle, at losing her... useless. Fury cleared his vision, his focus sharpening, burning his target's image in. Pure white flowing hair, amber eyes with unusual pupils similar to a cross, ornately designed dress with the colors of white, black, and red, right hand and wrist are tattooed, left arm consists of printed animated squares, and finally a deep cut across her left cheek. Cubes reached the edges of his vision before encompassing them completely.

...

He blankly stared at the objects in his hand, objects that shouldn't be here. The flashes would stop, they're repeat over and over again. He failed her... failed... failed... He didn't notice his hands trembled, the weapons landing on the sand. His fists tightened and he screamed out into the new morning in pure angst. It was like back home, he lost people important to him and he lost the final one. He was all alone, he was all that was left.

Author's Note: It was interesting designing the twin's personalities. I watched the Halo Headhunters video and read up the personality traits of Canon Noble Six to refine the twins' personalities. It actually brings the characters alive because in Genshin Impact, they're lackluster; or doesn't take an active role as they should be. There's dialogue choices to where you can be short-tempered, boastful, analytic, and other similar aspects; but the choices don't matter at all. Just wished they were more active as a character with more personality I suppose.

Also, I hope I did this fight justice. One big aspect I noticed is that Spartan Lumine and Aether can only fly like bricks, proving to be a huge disadvantage. What did prove to be a huge advantage though is guns, keeping the Unknown God at bay and could quite possibly take her out. Though I would say that the battlefield would prove to be their downfall with how confined they were without the ability of flight. It proved to be an interesting fight to create with how little we know of the Unknown God abilities and combat skills and Super Soldiers with futuristic weaponry, strategic mindset, and underhanded tactics.

Finally, I'm done with the prologue. Holy shit is this prologue quite large and it hasn't even got to the main adventure. I'm finally glad to get this out of my head despite the experience being enjoyable.