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End of the Forerunner by MarcusP
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End of the Forerunner // Chapter1
Date: 1 January 2004, 2:43 PM
Maegnar was on his way to the High Inquisitors office to discuss recent events. He was wearing a maroon ceremonial gown, with a cream and black pattern trim. His long dark hair was pulled to the back at the sides in a plat. He hated meeting with the High Inquisitor he always made him feel guilty about something that he had not done, yet. Maegnar stood outside the large old door and ran his hands over his hair and pointed ears, which both came up into a large point over the back of his head. He then pressed a button on the glass panel and walked in.
"Ah Maegnarion, I trust you are well? Please take a seat." a graying man wearing a black metal crown with several spikes on it sat at a crescent moon desk. He had a dark green robe on and was fiddling with piece of glass, which was usually used as a memory stick.
"Yes my Lord I am well." Maegnar slipped into a seat.
"Well Maegnar I have not called you here for a friendly chat. Why did you refuse to carry out any more research on the Prophets?" The graying man asked in a concerned tone.
Maegnar ran his hand over his metal blade under his robes. It was cold to the touch, like its use, and as smooth as glass. Maegnar shifted in his seat making sure he was in stabbing distance.
"You know perfectly well why I refused Xin." He said calmly.
"That's Lord Xintarc to you Maegnarion, and what do you mean I know." The High Inquisitor was starting to sweat and twitched uneasily.
"I was on your database about a week ago, making sure the archives were up to date." Maegnar started.
"You found the file about the Prophet's deal?" The Old man said while shrinking even more.
"Yes."
"You know they now have some of our technology?" Xin asked.
"Yes" Maegnar replied even more calmly than before.
"So you also know they wish to enslave some other planets and convert them to their ideals?"
"Now that was something I did not understand." Maegnar ran his finger up the back of his blade feeling the tooth like grooves. He did not like killing, but he did have the training for it, and was always chosen by the High council to sort out the corrupts.
"They want power you see. And they said I would get some to, you see. And, and, and...You could help us. Help us gain control.." the old man gibbered.
"I don't think so Xin. If you noticed we, the forerunner, are watching other races develop not giving them huge advances in technology. The Prophets will be watched more closely for a while now. As for you I wish you a happy life." Maegnar stood up and thrust an empty hand towards the crumbled man. He stood up in turn and took his hand. Immediately he felt a sharp pain in his rids as Maegnar thrust out his other hand.
"You You said have a nice life?" The Inquisitor questioned as blood slowly trickled down his chin.
"Oh did I. Sorry I meant I hope you had a nice life." Maegnar pulled out his knife and the man slumped backwards into his chair, Maegnar turned and calmly walked out of the door.
There were several armored troops waiting in the corridor outside the office.
"You may take him away now; he should not be any trouble." Maegnar ordered.
"Yes sir."
Meagnar walked down to the gardens outside the council temple. He found an empty bench and lowered himself into it. He then let himself relax with a large sigh and pulled out his knife. He cleaned it on the grass leaving a black stain. He then closed his eyes and let his head drop backwards.
"Lovely day." An angelic voice commented to him.
"It is not as beautiful as you." He said without opening his eyes. A woman clad in the same robes and Maegnar sat down next to him, and wrapped her arms around his waist. She had long brown hair, and the lightest blue eyes.
"How are the Humans?" She asked.
"They are doing well, isn't it amazing that we can watch their development?"
"Yes, I could sit and watch you for longer though." At this Maegnar opened his eyes and smiled.
"What is to become of the Prophets?" She asked.
"Full of questions, why so today Lilaon?" Maegnar inquired.
"Well it occurred to me that...What is that sound?" Lilaon stood up and looked around worriedly. Maegnar stood up and looked towards the sky. There was a scientific space jumper floating above the temple.
"It does not look right Maegnar, there are things hanging from it." She was right the ship did not look right. The ship was covered in what seemed to be a plant. There tentacles hanging from the ship with spikes on them.
"What the Zicarn is that? The whole ship is throbbing, it looks alive." Maegnar exclaimed.
"Ships are metal they cannot be alive, can they." As this was said the ship slowly descended into the gardens. Many forerunner walked towards the landing ship in amazment.
"Let us go see Maegnar." Lilaon murmered while taking her first step. She felt Maegnar's hand slip into hers it was cold but sweaty. He turned her around.
"We have to go this does not feel right."
"But Maegnar this could be the most amazing thing ever. A living plant ship!" Lilaon exclaimed.
"No its not a plant. It's like a, well I don't know but we have to go to the council. This does not feel safe." As he said this the ship landed and there was a faint sound of gurgling. Maegnar pulled Lilaon up the stairs to the front doors of the temple. As he reached the door he stopped and looked back at the ship. The door had still not opened he had time. Maegnar pulled Lilaon down the huge ornate corridors passing many people running to see what was in the gardens. He slammed his way into the council's room and all twenty faces looked relieved to see him.
"Ah Maegnar we are glad to see you."
"What is that thing out there?" Maegnar got straight to the point.
"It gave us the right code whatever it is." A female Senator said.
"It seems harmless." Said another. Maegner walked over to a huge clear window, and looked down at the ship.
"It worrys me. I mean we have never seen this specie before; we are the watchers..."
"So?" Asked the female Senator.
"So we should know what this is. Shouldn't we? It's opening." Maegnar whispered.
End of the Forerunner // Chapter 2
Date: 3 January 2004, 12:54 PM
Dimernil opened his eyes slowly, to a blinding light. It felt like ice had been thrown into his lungs. He started to shiver. He looked at the room in front of him, staying as still as he could. The whole room was white with only one black, light absorbing, window. He sat up and raised himself onto the balls of his feet. Dimernil then twisted to look down at the strange shaped bed in which he had slept. A dreamless sleep, nothing but cold black memories. Memories seeped back into his head slowly. Dimernil could not remember anything of his life. He could remember escorting a group of scientists out of a ship onto a planet, and that was his most recent memory.
He launched himself, like a cat on its prey, out of the bed and onto the floor. He then crawled on all fours up to the window. Dimernil then pushed his pointed ear to the wall. There was no sound on the other side.
"Dimernil good to see the D.N.A reconstruction went well." Dimernil spun and looked back at the bed. He saw three older men sitting at a curved control consul made of all glass a few meters behind it.
"Doctors?"
"Ahh yes you are a bit behind with what has happened. Do not worry all will be explained when you sit back..." The doctor was interrupted by a man running in through a door behind them.
"The other ship from the scientist convoy has been located." The young man said.
"Where is it?" Asked another Doctor on the left.
"In the grounds outside the temple." The Doctors turned to each other and whispered between themselves. Dimernil stood up and looked at his hands, his gaze then followed his arms to his white robe.
"Something does not feel right." He murmured. The first Doctor snapped his gaze on his patient.
"What did you say?" He inquired.
"Something is not right. I feel healthier than I ever have before, I also feel younger." Dimernil was only 234 years old, which considering the Forerunner lived at least to 500 years old, this was still young.
"Scan him." Said the first doctor. The Doctor on his right taped the glass screen in front of him.
"He is right sir he is different. He seems to have a strange new gene inside him." The doctor informed.
"But where did it come from? It can't have been our equipment, it does not make mistakes." The Doctor puzzled. Dimernil walked over to the panel and looked at the new information in his gene structure. Suddenly a high pitched whine came from no where and calm female voice announced.
"Please make your way to the nearest docking bay, there is an attack in progress on the colony." All of the Doctors jumped up and ran out of the room as if the room was on fire. Dimernil calmly walked out of the room and into an ornate grey corridor. He thrust out a hand and grabbed, with an iron grip, a man as he ran past.
"Where is the armory? I need clothes and weapons." He asked in a collected voice.
"Down the hall and take a right." The man then wrenched his arm free and carried on his path. Dimernil walked down the corridor and took a right as he was told. There was a creature outside the armory door, it was slowly making its way forward dragging one long tentacle arm along the ground. Dimernil lopped his head to one side and frowned, he recognized the creature's distorted face.
"Dara?" He asked. The creature faced him for the first time. It had no eyes, but brown skin covered the sockets and its jaw hung open, dripping with a green substance. The creature was hunched over and its arms hung limply at its side. Dimernil could see some of its internal organs where there was no skin covering them. It raised its right arm which was fused to a weapon that Dimernil defiantly recognized. Two pure white charges ripped through Dimernil's chest as if he was not really there. He then fell to the floor with a sickening thud. The creature then slid over to him as his blood made a small pool for him to drown in. The creature bent down and a small creature bust out of a whole in its stomach. The small creature floated over to Dimernil's injury with some gurgling noises. It then tried to attach itself onto his wound, but it pulled away quickly as one of its tentacles crumbled. Dimernil's vision slowly blurred then cut out.
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