The Hybrid a FanFic by Tehface
"Look for the signs, the keepers of the flame. They will lead you to war, and perhaps, to victory."
Part Four- Revelation
Mark collapsed.
He had been following Remenant Bias, when out of the blue, his legs gave way, and he toppled over. He had discovered earlier that the lights that coursed through his arms were present throughout his whole body.
These lights were presently flaring a darker green, and he started to shake uncontrollably.
"Reclaimer!" A startled Bias exclaimed. Lights flickered across the monitor's eye, which seemed to be scanning the marine.
The struggling Mark managed to get up on one knee, better but still weak.
Looking up at Bias, he asked, "What was that?"
Bias paused, perhaps reviewing his data, then he said,
"It seems your Mind is rejecting the the biotic augmentations, most likely due to the premature withdrawl from the procedure." He stopped, perhaps letting this sink in.
Then, "I'm afraid the only way to stop the frequent burnouts, is to find some way to finish the process."
"Well...take me back." Mark said, gesturing behind him, the "doctor" machines.
"The generators must be powered on first," Bias stated wryly, "We should proceed."
Mark stood slowly, using the wall as a brace. "Oh boy." He said sarcastically.
But Bias, oblivious to sarcasm or not caring, hummed contently down the hall a few feet, then turned left into an open room.
When Mark finally entered he saw Bias floating around a disabled energy core of some kind.
The Monitor was discharging small bolts of energy into the device, to no avail.
Approaching the core, it gave Mark a strange feeling. Excitement? Familiarity?
Reaching out, he touched the machine. Expecting the cold feel of the strange steel, he was suprised to find it....warm...alive even.
The core itself was surronded with a green glow in his HUD.
I wonder... , he thought, placing his hands on it.
That prompted an immediate reaction from his new neural interface.
Contact of Forerunner Origin!
Scanning...Complete!
A blueprint for the machine appeared in his vision.
His hands began to glow brighter.
Status....Core Offline,
Beginning restart...
Green energy gushed from his palms once again, revitalizing the ancient machine.
Remenant Bias immediately perked up.
"Power Systems operating at maximum facility! Requesting status report now." He said cheerfully.
Mark looked at his hands, the lines returning to their regular opacity.
He sighed, what had they done to him? And why?
He glanced over to Bias, who was floating peacefully.
"The facility is stable, and ready for use. We can head back to Medical Bay and finish your augmentation."
Mark frowned, and regretfully followed Bias back the way they came.
But the hall was sealed. They we're blocked in.
Bias swiveled wildly.
"What is the meaning of this?" He said to an invisible being.
A disturbing silence filled the room.
Then a voice, rocky and menacing, older than the stars themselves, spoke.
"Remenant Bias, you picked a bad day to reappear."