PUT YOUR STEVE JABLONSKY MUSIC ON.
[ He doesn't remember the casket opening. But he remembers falling. Atmosphere screaming around his ears and fire licking the re-entry gelling covering his visor, the universe blazing red and then hotly blue and then back to black.
The suit does not unlock until he's gouged a trench eight meters long and six feet deep into a grassy knoll, and knocks a tree over on top of him.
Fitting.
His plating gives off little high pinnnnng noises as it cools, moist earth sizzling into dust as his black gloves find purchase. The failsafes want to lock him out again, but he twitches a cheek and overrides them. The HUD comes on last of all, its screen rolling and fritzing back to black before it stabilizes, gives him two eyefuls of alien dirt.
And then he hears the signal.
And it's... what, right on top of him? How did her unit become separated from--
No time. Out of the trench first, then a look around. It looks like-- hell. Forerunner architecture. Let him guess: they were about to have problems.
'The child of my makers. The inheritor of all they left behind. You are--'
Forget it. Words from a gizmo, and a broken one, at that. What he needs is Cortana.
And probably, before that, a weapon.
Huh, a cave. ]
The suit does not unlock until he's gouged a trench eight meters long and six feet deep into a grassy knoll, and knocks a tree over on top of him.
Fitting.
His plating gives off little high pinnnnng noises as it cools, moist earth sizzling into dust as his black gloves find purchase. The failsafes want to lock him out again, but he twitches a cheek and overrides them. The HUD comes on last of all, its screen rolling and fritzing back to black before it stabilizes, gives him two eyefuls of alien dirt.
And then he hears the signal.
And it's... what, right on top of him? How did her unit become separated from--
No time. Out of the trench first, then a look around. It looks like-- hell. Forerunner architecture. Let him guess: they were about to have problems.
'The child of my makers. The inheritor of all they left behind. You are--'
Forget it. Words from a gizmo, and a broken one, at that. What he needs is Cortana.
And probably, before that, a weapon.
Huh, a cave. ]