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The Forerunner's Fate by spectre
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The Forerunner's Fate
Date: 29 April 2004, 2:33 AM
Author's note: this is the first halo fic i've ever posted, so please give poinyers where needed.Also this is the prologue to a longer story.
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Prologue:
Like all species, the Forerunner had thier own unique social struture. What made them different was thier lack of a set caste system. For example the Hindus of Earth, believed that you were born into a specific caste, and once there the only way out was to die and be reincarnated.
The forerunners however, had a less stringent method, whereas your role in society was based on your own personal abilities. Which is why Ramani, though brother to a high-ranking Acolyte, was the chief science officer aboard the research vessel, Star's Birth. Currently the Forerunner were not engaged in any conflicts and therefore had dedicated the majority of thier assets to the advancement of medical studies.
Currently, Ramani's chief endeavor was the development of regenerative medicine. For the past four years he's been developing a single-celled infectious form, with the ability to repair wounded or dying tissues. Due to its overwhelming reproduction ability, this microscopic creature was designated "The Flood".
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Chapter#1: Forerunner Instellation/Sol System/08:30hrs.
Deep in the recesses of an ancient Forerunner instellation stood the Master Chief, a Spartan II, with the intent of gathering much needed technology. In hopes of beating the Coveneant, he was sent to gather the only thing that might save the Earth from invasion, Forerunner technology ancient designs. Now the only things standing in the way of the Master Chief and his mission, were three armed Sentinel Security Drones thirty meters ahead of him. Equiped with a shotgun, HE pistol, and a dozen frag grenades, John was more then ready for three Sentinels. A burst around the corner suprised the Sentinels, allowing John time to toss a few frag grenades and retreat back behind the corner. After a brief series of explosions John flew otu into the open firng Five blasts of the shotgun and finishing off the remaining Sentinel. A short jog later(down two corridors and another hundred meters), and john was in the command room. He found a data panel and inserted Cortana's chip. Downloading began shortly thereafter.
"Chief there are massive amounts of information in this system, as well as schematics for new weapons and armor,"stated an amazed Cortana.
"Run a search for other research, including Coveneant, Flood, and otherwise,"remarked John.
"Begining search now,"replied Cortana. Moments later data scrawled across the holographic image of Cortana."This is amazing, it seems there is a whole record of the Flood, from there creation to there eventual spread,"said an alomost ecstatic Cortana.
"Download all pertinent information and lets get the hell out of here before we run into another Guilty Spark,"expressed the Master chief, rather concernedly.
"Due to the sheer imensity of the information, downloading will take approximently five minutes,"stated Cortana", however I do show several active Forerunner weapons located in an armory twenty-seven meters away from the command center."
"I think I'll go retrieve those,"John said, as a nav marker appeared on his Hud. Out the door, turn left, and two more sentinels. The Master Chief quickly unloaded enough ammunition into the machines to stop a squad of grunts. From there, the trip was rather eneventful, the only other obstacle being the lock on the weapons locker. Two beam rifles and enough charge packs to unload on a small army. John retraced his steps back to the command center. Cortana had just finished downloading the information when John returned."time to go Cortana, I don't want to be here when things get hot. Did you get it all?"asked John.
"Yes, all data retrieved,"replied an overly zealous Cortana."Let's get out of here now, motion sensors show inbound Coveneant dropships."
"Already on it,"stated John, as he grabed Cortana's chip and quickly replaced it back in his neck interface.Back on the surface, John started the twenty kilometer run back to the pelican that had been waiting for him. Two kilometers east of the LZ and the Master Chief ran into three elites on patrol. "Seems like a good time to test these beam rifles efficiency,"said John, as he unslung the one on his right arm. Four blasts and a frag grenade later, and the Master Chief was back on his way to the pelican dropship which was waiting for him.
"Welcome back Chief,"shouted one of the ten ODST's guarding the pelican against Coveneant attack.
"Good to be back, Let's get under way,"John said as they boarded the ship. Twenty minutes later and the pelican docked on in the cargo bay of the UNSC cruiser, Liberty or Death. he was was just getting off the dropship, when a voice over the ship's intercom called for th e Master Chief to report to the Captain's cabin....
The Forerunner's Fate (2)
Date: 4 May 2004, 6:40 PM
UNSC Aragona/Sol System/14:52 hrs.
The Master Chief's heavy footsteps could be heard throughout the ship, as he quickly approached the Captain's Cabin. John was currently aboard the UNSC Aragona, one of the Fleet's newest battleships. The Aragona was a hybrid of Human and Coveneant technology, one of fifeteen newly commissioned ships. This behemouth was eguiped with four fusion reactors, which allowed this magnificent starship to make multiple pinpoint slipspace jumps, while maintaining power to weapons and shields. It was also equiped with the standard armaments of the new battleships were, six plasma laser turrets, ten shiva missile tubes, one Super MAC. cannon, and twenty-six standard Archer missile pods. The ship also had an arsenal of point-defense systems to further bolster it's magnificence. Not to mention the newly reengineered versions of the Coveneants shield and artificial gravity systems. The Aragona, having just been certified operational, the ship was relatively untested. However the crew and FleetCom all had high hopes for the entire new fleet.
As John approached the Captain's quarters, a rather plain looking Sgt. McKenzie saluted and ushered him in. Once inside, John instantly noticed the captain's odd taste in decor. Throughout the entire 12' x 16' foot space of the room were varying pieces of destroyed Coveneant ships and small munitions, as well as elite armor and several plasma swords.
John refocused as Captain Graham stood to greet him."Good to see you again son, we've got quite a few things to discuss,"stated Graham, as the Chief eyed him quizically through his visor."First of all, I'd like to congradulate you on a successful mission, those new rifles will go to good use."
"Thank you, sir.'
"Now, I do have a few questions son,"finished Graham. Now John knew the Captain and he wasn't a very inquisitive man. This usually meant something about a mission was somewhat odd. The Captain was not an imposing man either, standing six foot tall, one hundred eighty pounds, with a medium build, and relatively handsome face. he did however command the respect of his crew and peers, and he always got his answers."I've taken some time to review the captured Forerunner data, and I'd like you to review it with me. I think you'll find it quite informative,"said Graham as he slid the data chip in it's slot and pressed play. The Chief stared glaringly as the images on the holo-projector came to life. Since the Chief knew the forerunne wouldn't be speakin english, he engaged his translation software and began to watch.
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"I am Ramani, Chief Science officer aboard this vessel, this is the journal created to document our research on the Flood,"stated the creature in the projection. The image changed to the scene of what had to be a research labratory, where enlarged images of microscopic infection forms dotted the walls. The Forerunner in the projection were oddly beautiful creatures. They were all between four and five meters tall, with cobalt colored skin, and strong builds. The Forerunner wrer bipeds, with faces reminiscent of hairless wolves. They all seemed to be looking through microscopes, or mixing some unknown liquids. The documentation showed that the Forerunner research went on like this for two weeks, before bringing in live subjects. It was at this point that the Captain choose to pause the recordings.
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These recordings are what I really wanted to discuss,"said Graham."Are these the same Flood encountered on Halo?"
"Yes, it seems that they are a more undeveloped species,"was John's response. Then as if reading John's mind Captain Graham resumed the recordings.
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The journal began slightly ahead of where it left off, as a rather large Forerunner warrior entered the room. Apparently it was a male specimen named, Tashano. Tashano was about five and a half meters tall, with a forboding gaze, pearl white armor, and an overwhelming number of scars covering his body. He was lead to an examination area, and given explicit instructions not to move.
The Chief and Captain both were awed and gazedand gazed at the recording, as Tashano was shot and blasted to a near death status.Then as he lay unconscious two scientists approached this once ferocious warrior; and injected him with a pale green liquid. Following, two more rather bleak looking scientistsassisted the first in placing Tashano's limp body onto an examination table. He was then attached to several dozen biomonitors. Then the scientists began to monitor the warrior's life signs.
For days Tashano lay unable to move, unable to speak, the scientists could never know the pain he was enduring. It was impossible for them to realize just what was really happening to Tashano. As he lay helpless on the depressingly gray table, Ramani entered and began a series of his own tests. Ramani noticed a few very curious things, the Flood infection wasn't just repairing the body, it was mutating it.......
The first few parts of the story have very little action, as they are meant to set the story for the rest of the series. -spectre-
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