- iTz Mr Quincy
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- Intrepid Heroic Member
AL is preventing me from having fun. It is also preventing a lot of people from having fun. People who defend AL say they can live without it. It is obviously unfair in many ways.
SO WHY DON'T WE REMOVE/TWEAK IT?
Also, yes, I do goose.
Chapter V: Meeting
A secret. The parasite could not ever tell anyone of what he was, or risk everything. It could all become hinged on a single life, of which he had to choose life or death for.
Searcher had ran for about a week now. It had payed off. He was now close to civilization, and could interact with the humans, see local news, and live a laid-back, but secretive lifestyle. He could no longer become a tree, for that would be too obvious to them. Instead, he decided to be a flower. It was unnoticeable, for he took roots deep within the forest. Every now and then, he would take part of his root, and morph it into a bee. Then, he would use that to gather up news. The first news headline he read was a reason for celebration, or so the town next to him thought so.
'Covenant leader "Truth" killed by Master Chief'
He even took part in the celebration. It was great news. He sent a fly instead of a bee to the party, where it watched over all of them. He could not take part in the celebration, but he could watch them. As the party went on until dusk. Everyone left, as did Searcher. But, on his way back, he noticed a girl. She was heading in his direction, but she was still in town, and he just thought she was going home, and payed her no heed. As he went into the forest, he noticed she kept on walking. Directly towards him.
She walked for about a mile, and then sat down, right next Searcher's flower. She laid back, and looked at the stars, and she seemed happy and content. This was the first time he really gazed upon her. She was a beautiful girl. She had long, dark, gleaming hair, eyes that would put a lake at midnight to shame. She rolled over.
"What a pretty flower!" she said, happily.
She took out a small camera, and took a picture of him. Then she laid back down, but instead of looking at the stars, she looked at him. She obviously was oblivious to the fact he was an intelligent being. She would also be in disgust of his true form, if he revealed it to her. And yet... he felt like he wanted to make her happy. Whatever it took, she had to be happy.
She left, eventually. Searcher, after seeing her leave, morphed back into the original. He still wanted to make her happy, no matter what had to happen. Nothing would make him more content. He sent a fly after her, to see where she lived. Once the fly caught up with her, he never let the fly's gaze turn from her. She slept there, on her bed, still smiling. He was happy too. He morphed the fly into a larger shape, and had it take a piece of paper, and a pencil. He could not interact with her directly, but he could still write to her.
She awoke the next morning, to find a note written on her bed. All the while, the fly watched. She read it allowed.
"Dear mystery girl,
I cannot meet you in person, for reasons I cannot explain to you, but I wish to interact with you, in any way possible. I feel... like I need to make you happy, no matter how, or at what cost.
Signed, A mystery flower"
She read over once again in her head it seemed, and at first, she was irritated, and left her house. She went down the street a bit, turned right, and came to a brick house, similar to hers. She accused the man there of mocking her, an apparent friend of hers. After telling the truth to her, saying he did not know what she was talking about, she started to think she was insane. She read the note over and over again. Then, she just decided to play along. She wrote a note, and walked the Searcher's flower. She placed the note next to the flower, stared at it a bit with a skeptical look, and then left once again.
He again sprang up from the ground as the original, and read it. It read:
"If I'm not crazy, and this is really a flower that I'm writing too, then I accept your offer. Make me happy.
Signed, Suzan"
He immediately fetched the pencil he had stole the other night, and began writing on the back of the note. He again made a fly, spyed on her until she was asleep, and then put a note on her bed.
She woke up the next morning, noticed the note again, and again read it aloud.
"I can assure you that I am not a flower, but something much more.
And a question: What makes you happy?
Signed, a mystery flower"
She took out another piece of paper, and again started writing. She again put the note next to the flower, and started away again.
They continually wrote back to each other, revealing this and that about themselves, after 2 weeks, Searcher revealed that he was, indeed, not human. Suzan responded back saying she didn't care. He kept saying that his true form was vile, and disgusting... but she cared not. She still wanted to meet him, her mystery lover, even if he was grotesque. These words brought Searcher great happiness, indeed. They were to meet by his flower, within 2 days.
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Captain Fisher looked down at the planet Sangheilios again, from his observation deck. He was fascinated in the detail, and would strain his eyes trying to see smaller objects, like farms and ports. The scenery had a majestic feeling about it. The city's glow at night. The mountain's beauty. The ocean's mystery. But, he would not see this scenery for long. The lone survivor from the "incident" had slipped into a coma. It was not a serious condition, luckily for him, but he would be asleep for nearly a month.
In the mean time, Fisher had work to do.
He was already trying patch up relationships between the Sangheili's air force and his own crew. The air force blamed the entire incident on him and his crew. They tried to explain that, if they haven't had done what they did, they all might have died. It was actually lucky that it was a trap for their ship, and their ship only, with the firepower the Covenant ships had. If they had not done what they had, many more would have died.
His own crew were also a bit disheartened from the attack. After all, the sequence of events was a bit terrifying. Almost dying from superior firepower. Almost killing billions. Being responsible for the death of 4 Sangheili. Although, it was a better alternative to the "killing billions" bit for sure. Morale was low, and things were starting to get lazy around the ship. Private Nash was Public Enemy #1 to most people, as he had been responsible for them being there in the first place.
The Sangheili in the coma was a young one, and the doctors there were quite fond of him. His survival was the only good thing in the situation. But, there was one problem. He had lost one of his legs during the explosion. Prosthetics were not on the ship, as they never expected this kind of situation to happen. Until they got a replacement, he wouldn't be able to walk. Even if he was fitted with a prosthetic, it was apparently more dishonorable than to just come back legless. But he still insisted on putting it on.
The entire situation was just one big mess, which got worse and worse as it went on.
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It was the day before Suzan would meet up with Searcher near his flower. And so, he went deep into thought about what he would say, what he would do, and what he might be. The last question was the hardest. He had already said he was not human. Yet, his original form was grotesque, and he did not want that to be her first impression of him.
"Grotesque."
He shuddered at the very thought. He could not assume a human like form, or else she would not take him seriously. So he decided on being the original, but modified a little. It would have arms instead of tentacles, and it appear to have a human face.
It was not the most perfect thing to show her first, but at least she would believe he was not human, nor was he grotesque. His only thought was to please her.