686 EBULLIENT PRISM part IIImechaphiliaJune 30 2010, 10:22:38 UTC
Appearance: Typically a Monitor with a glowing red optic somewhere between beach ball and basketball sized. Prism's design is slightly different from that of the Monitors encountered in the Halo video games, as he is boxier and has a different design on his 'face.' His optic also has a different pattern from that of most other Monitors, given that they have the Marathon symbol while he does not.
Age: Somewhere around 102,552. Give or take a few decades/centuries.
OC/AU Justification ; If AU, How is Your Version Different From Canon, and How Will That Come Across? If OC, Did You Run Your Character Through a Mary-Sue Litmus Test? And What Did You Score?
Samples ; Log Sample: [ connection to facility systems OFFLINE ]
686 Ebullient Prism cycled through his connections for the thirtieth time, constantly tweaking and retrying various settings in an attempt to make some sort of contact with his other systems. Each, rather predictably, failed. He did this as he floated down the hallway, his attention split equally between attempting to reestablish connection and exploring his new surroundings for potentially useful resources.
Prism was not particularly surprised with his inability to make any form of contact with a Forerunner facility-it did not take very long to come to the conclusion that he was somewhere foreign, effectively out of range of any possible communication systems which might link up with his own, and in a section of space he was utterly unfamiliar with somewhere near the galactic core.
He was, to assign a more human emotion to his current mental state, thoroughly annoyed. This place, this Sacrosanct--
[ 'sacrosanct', adjective; 1) beyond alteration, criticism, or interference, especially due to religious sanction; inviolable, 2) sacred ]
--and whatever force had brought him to it were effectively preventing him from carrying out his purpose. If he was not present to run Line Installation 1-4, who would carry out the necessary research? Why, that very second some life form could be crashing into the planetoids surface, his gatherers en route to collect and separate the specimens for his convenience. He would not be there to analyze them.
The Monitor swept around a corner, pausing for a moment to scan an interface and take note of the unfamiliar code streams, then moved on.
Really this entire farce was a critical waste of time. Didn't they realize how important his work was? No, this wouldn't do, this wouldn't do at all. His protocol was extremely strict in that sense; he must continue researching organic life for potential resistance or immunity to flood infection. Prism slowed, and finally stopped altogether, as his various systems came to a unanimous agreement:
He could continue his research. If not at the facility, than anywhere would do so long as he could bring the data back when he finally secured a form of escape. Certainly this location had displayed a sufficient level of technology to allow him to perform the necessary tests and compile the necessary information.
Prism's flight through the hall resumed with renewed purpose, the Monitor humming a perky, tuneless song to himself. Yes, everything would be find. He could construct a temporary research station, collect what he needed, and return it to his installation as soon as he could.
Typically a Monitor with a glowing red optic somewhere between beach ball and basketball sized. Prism's design is slightly different from that of the Monitors encountered in the Halo video games, as he is boxier and has a different design on his 'face.' His optic also has a different pattern from that of most other Monitors, given that they have the Marathon symbol while he does not.
Age:
Somewhere around 102,552. Give or take a few decades/centuries.
OC/AU Justification ;
If AU, How is Your Version Different From Canon, and How Will That Come Across?
If OC, Did You Run Your Character Through a Mary-Sue Litmus Test?
And What Did You Score?
Samples ;
Log Sample:
[ connection to facility systems OFFLINE ]
686 Ebullient Prism cycled through his connections for the thirtieth time, constantly tweaking and retrying various settings in an attempt to make some sort of contact with his other systems. Each, rather predictably, failed. He did this as he floated down the hallway, his attention split equally between attempting to reestablish connection and exploring his new surroundings for potentially useful resources.
Prism was not particularly surprised with his inability to make any form of contact with a Forerunner facility-it did not take very long to come to the conclusion that he was somewhere foreign, effectively out of range of any possible communication systems which might link up with his own, and in a section of space he was utterly unfamiliar with somewhere near the galactic core.
He was, to assign a more human emotion to his current mental state, thoroughly annoyed. This place, this Sacrosanct--
[ 'sacrosanct', adjective; 1) beyond alteration, criticism, or interference, especially due to religious sanction; inviolable, 2) sacred ]
--and whatever force had brought him to it were effectively preventing him from carrying out his purpose. If he was not present to run Line Installation 1-4, who would carry out the necessary research? Why, that very second some life form could be crashing into the planetoids surface, his gatherers en route to collect and separate the specimens for his convenience. He would not be there to analyze them.
The Monitor swept around a corner, pausing for a moment to scan an interface and take note of the unfamiliar code streams, then moved on.
Really this entire farce was a critical waste of time. Didn't they realize how important his work was? No, this wouldn't do, this wouldn't do at all. His protocol was extremely strict in that sense; he must continue researching organic life for potential resistance or immunity to flood infection. Prism slowed, and finally stopped altogether, as his various systems came to a unanimous agreement:
He could continue his research. If not at the facility, than anywhere would do so long as he could bring the data back when he finally secured a form of escape. Certainly this location had displayed a sufficient level of technology to allow him to perform the necessary tests and compile the necessary information.
Prism's flight through the hall resumed with renewed purpose, the Monitor humming a perky, tuneless song to himself. Yes, everything would be find. He could construct a temporary research station, collect what he needed, and return it to his installation as soon as he could.
All he needed were test subjects.
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