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Posted by: ElementalRunner
Posted by: Commander Stroll
Still using a pump-action shotgun over 500 years in the future I see.
omg not realistic stop game production plz
Part 2 - Good Destination
Rorcus wearily threw the rest of his Power Armour onto the floor, watching the blue metal crack as it hit the ground. He slowly paced to the controls of the dropship and coded it to go to the Forerunner structure he could see from orbit; it must be Halo's control room, he thought. As soon as the Great Journey begins, everything will be divine, he thought to himself.
He went to the back of the drophship quickly, to get the last glimpse of High Charity as the dropship sped away. Explosions and rubble appeared all over the mushroom shaped city. Rorcus couldn't believe that this city which could travel across stars, which was 350Km from top to bottom...ruined. Gone forever. He growled as he yet again went to the control panel of the dropship. However, on this second time, he spotted something. Under the desk and panel. he saw a large box, as large as a Human at least. Rorcus reached for it and took it out. Slowly opening it, he saw a note on top. It read:
Lanadus; this is to be delivered to the Prophets for approval of usage. Very advanced compared to the previous Mark. Watch over it carefully. It is PT enabled.
Signed, Tartarus, your Chieftain of the Jiralhanae.
Rorcus was confused; what was PT? In his natural Brutal way, he ripped open the box to reveal a set of Golden Power Armour; the armour of a Captain Major. Rorcus was just a normal major...should he see what it was like to don? He was only a major. It would be considered a crime if any other Brutes knew, but he was alone. Nobody would know. Besides, his old blue armour was cracking. Slowly, Rorcus put on gauntlets, shin protectors, chest piece, back piece and finally helmet. By placing his finger on the hidden pad on the back of the armour, it activated and all the pieces were electrically connected on their own frequency. But something was different. His previous armour had only been weakly held together, which is why Brutes often had to get new armour - it broke when the shields used up the power supply completely. This armour however was...much more strongly held.
Rorcus, impressed, saw another note at the bottom of the ripped open box. Snatching it in joy, he read the note.
Delivery to: Prophet of Truth. Product: Jiralhanae Power Armour, Mk. II. Power Tethered.
That explained what PT meant. That explained everything. Power Tethered meant the armour was held together by a different power supply to the shields. Basically, the armour did not fall apart after the shields reached zero. Brute Armour was now at the standard of Demon and Elite armour. Rorcus smiled, for a moment of glee. It was to be a short lived smile. Seconds later, a beeping erupted from the Spirit's control panel, and the dropship shaked. Panicing, Rorcus ran to the control panel in his gleaming gold armour. Out of the view camera, he saw the problem. Something - like a strange pulling force - was pulling him and th dropship to a different structure. Slowly the dropship approached it. Rorcus smashed at the controls, hoping that the small ship may be able to pull away, but there was no hope. The dropship finally touched the ground softly. Out of the camera, Rorcus saw nothing which could have pulled him. He prepared his Spiker. He crept to the back of the Spirit, and smashed the door down in a violent kick.
"SHOW YOURSELF!" bellowed the Brute, searching around with his weapon ready at all times. He scourged every nearby bush and tree. Nothing. Then he came to realise that in front of the dropship was a gargantuan structure. A Forerunner citadel, at least 200ft tall, with Sentinels whizzing over him, although they were many metres above him. Noticing a large, Forerunner door, he paced through, much calmer now. Bright, silver lights flooded the otherwise dark corridor. The lights also allowed Rorcus to see upwards of the structure; the magnificence of it was incredible. Golden lights and lines filled the upper half of the structure, and the grand architectural walls and barricades reminded Rorcus why he was fighting this war. Perhaps this was actually just a dream. Perhaps he had travelled the Great Journey, and he had arrived. The thoughts excited him.
He heard something behind him. Rorcus swivelled. If it was Flood, he assured himself he would fight to the very death. He waited. The sound of footsteps approached. Rorcus tensed. The noise continued to approach. Rorcus readided his trigger finger. The footsteps were metres away...
"Oh! Thank the gods, it's just another one of you sentients. I thought it was Flood!" said a figure.
"Who...who are you?" asked Rorcus nervously.
"Me? Why sir, I am Daeon."
Rorcus continued to stare. The name meant nothing.
"I'm Forerunner, if that was what you wanted to kno- what are you doing?" asked the Forerunner. Rorcus was on one knee, bowing.
"It is you! One of the gods!" Rorcus said in happiness.
"Erm...I think you requrie my medical attention. I am no god. I am a Forerunner. You are....a Jiralhanae, I presume? Sentient species 07?"
Rorcus nodded, confused at why he was Sentient Species 7. Why did the Forerunner deny his godliness?
"Well, we've had so many different species trying to break into this facility to find weapons. Unggoy, Sangheili," said the Forerunner, although the Brute huffed at the mention of the wretched Sangheili, "...and even a new one which calls itself...oh what was it...Spartan? I think, was it? Oh I don't know, something like that..."
But the Brute was not listening to even his holy Forerunner anymore. The mention of Sangheili had angered him. The mention of Spartan had set him into combat attitude. If a Demon was here, Rorcus would kill it.