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HALO CONSTRUCT
[SPARTAN: Mission Log 00235546]
[Chief! Chief! Can you hear me?]
It was pretty hard not to hear Cortana. When you shared headspace with an AI, their thoughts and yours were melded in an intensely personal manner. Not that the Chief had use for personal things, or personal space-
Especially here and now. Light years from anything remotely resembling familiar. The Alien construct called Halo
He kicked a grunt off of him and shouldered his rifle, "Where's the Captain?"
[One of the many reasons I was trying to get ahold of you] Cortana sounded huffy, [I'm picking him up two corridors to the left. I'm not reading any weapons cache however-]
Combat thickened and the chief waded into the slaughter as one might wade through swamp water. After a while it became automatic, a release-hammering his fists into the creatures before shooting into them. The combat was gradually becoming far too close for comfort. Another step-
Behind the impassable mask that was the chief's helmet-John winced, "Cortana-any route that doesn't include an extensive collection of unfriendlies?"
[That's a negative chief] Cortana sounded worried, [The captain should be through that door there. But I'm not reading anybody else's signals.]
Trap? Possibly, "...The area's too hot." The chief said bluntly, "I'm pulling back until I can make sure that friendlies in the area aren't-"
Something shifted in front of them and the chief whirled around, " Oh jesus-"
[Granade!] cortana's artifical voice was practically screaming now, [THROUGH THE DOOR!]
[SPARTAN: Mission Log 00235546]
[Chief! Chief! Can you hear me?]
It was pretty hard not to hear Cortana. When you shared headspace with an AI, their thoughts and yours were melded in an intensely personal manner. Not that the Chief had use for personal things, or personal space-
Especially here and now. Light years from anything remotely resembling familiar. The Alien construct called Halo
He kicked a grunt off of him and shouldered his rifle, "Where's the Captain?"
[One of the many reasons I was trying to get ahold of you] Cortana sounded huffy, [I'm picking him up two corridors to the left. I'm not reading any weapons cache however-]
Combat thickened and the chief waded into the slaughter as one might wade through swamp water. After a while it became automatic, a release-hammering his fists into the creatures before shooting into them. The combat was gradually becoming far too close for comfort. Another step-
Behind the impassable mask that was the chief's helmet-John winced, "Cortana-any route that doesn't include an extensive collection of unfriendlies?"
[That's a negative chief] Cortana sounded worried, [The captain should be through that door there. But I'm not reading anybody else's signals.]
Trap? Possibly, "...The area's too hot." The chief said bluntly, "I'm pulling back until I can make sure that friendlies in the area aren't-"
Something shifted in front of them and the chief whirled around, " Oh jesus-"
[Granade!] cortana's artifical voice was practically screaming now, [THROUGH THE DOOR!]