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princesssarcastia · 4 years ago

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first hp and now MCU *sigh*

sighs. anyway the reason the jane foster au thing is taking literally seven years is that I’m physically incapable of writing for the MCU without fixing everything I thought was dumb about it. can’t just do a canon re-write because I Refuse To Condone XYZ. The things I thought were dumb are many and myriad, but here’s one of them:

In Infinity War, they won’t destroy the mind stone while it’s still attached to Vision because they “don’t trade lives,” even though Steve made the same damn sacrifice, whatever. But the thing is the avengers then immediately travel to Wakanda and start trading Wakandan lives for Vision’s. They trade so many lives for Vision’s, and in the end it doesn’t even matter because they have to kill him themselves anyway. SO all those Wakandans died for nothing. They died for the aesthetic of the avengers having an army. They died because no one thought through “yeah, T’Challa is totally down to sacrifice his people’s lives for one android he isn’t close with.” They died because, let’s be honest, the lives of those random Wakandan soldiers meant less to not only the white main characters, but also the white movie creators. hmm. what could possibly be the impetus there. mostly stupidity, but probably also some racism, lbr.

anyway. all this to say what follows is a snippet where a) the battle to save vision isn’t taking place in Wakanda proper because the avengers don’t trade lives...other than their own. In fact, it’s taking place in the arctic circle, where Wakanda has a shielded research station with no civilians that Shuri can appropriate to fix Vision without having her citizens die needlessly. b) it’s just the avengers there, because they’re willing to put their own lives on the line for their friend and their principles. c) they’re using the mind stone as a lure to keep Thanos’ giant monster army focused on them, in this unpopulated place, rather than a city or a country.

you didn’t really need to know that, actually, because this fic snippet is about bruce banner. explicit tw in the tags you may want to check for if you don’t mind a spoiler. anyway, oh well, long walk for a short drink of water:

The walls shake with something other than the wind, and Bruce grits his teeth against whatever extrasensory response the other guy is having. If he doesn’t want to come out to play, then he doesn’t get to raise the hairs on the back of Bruce’s neck.

The other guy. After two years being trapped while he gets to play, maybe Bruce is the other guy now. Maybe the Hulk—

“Doctor Banner,” Shuri says without looking away from her interface. “If you’re going to help, then help. Otherwise stop distracting me and get out.”

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four...”You’re right. Sorry.” He turns back to his equations and keeps calculating what kind of energy source they can create here to replace the mind stone. Vision may be able to survive without it, but it’s ridiculous to ignore that it serves a purpose in keeping him not just alive, but functional. There’s a difference between surviving and living and the Avengers aren’t risking their lives just so he can—

Boom.

Dammit.

Shuri’s guard, the one T’Challa left with them—Ayo? Was that her name?—steps further away from them and speaks into her bracelet—kimoyo beads. Bruce strains to ignore it because he doesn’t need to know what he’s missing outside, doesn’t need to know how poorly the battle is going for his friends, his—his shield brothers, Brun would call it, without him. There’s no doubt in his mind Shuri could save Vision without him and there’s no doubt in her mind, either; he’s here as a courtesy and because it’ll go faster, at least. Because he’d be useless otherwise, sitting there with his thumb up his ass while his friends fight and die without him, without them, dammit Hulk—

“Princess,” Ayo calls.

“Not yet.”

“How long?”

“I don’t know how long, I’ve never done a neural reprogramming for an android before.” Shuri purses her lips. “Longer than this, certainly, to revolutionize a field that doesn’t even exist yet.” She reprograms another synapse. It looks like maybe thirty percent of them are done. Thirty percent, after four hours.

Bruce glances at Ayo from the corner of his eye because he’s a masochist and he can’t help himself. Her face is troubled, and so is Okoye’s on the projection hovering over her wrist.

“Ayo, tell her she needs to hurry up!” The projection twists like the general has taken her hand from her face. There’s a flash of silver, a war cry, and a brief, incomprehensible glimpse of something black and twisted and horrible. It cuts out in the middle of the creature’s answers screech.

Ayo slowly lowers her hand back to her side, and Bruce tries to focus back in on his work. Tries to focus on the math, on the energy readings, on Vision’s life in here instead of all the death out there, because if he doesn’t—

“I really am going as fast as I can,” Shuri says in a small voice. Twenty. She’s just twenty years old, what was Bruce doing at twenty?

Don’t go there. Don’t go there, Bruce. Shouldn’t have come back to the Arctic, that was just asking for trouble.

Focus.

What would happen if he lost it, and the Hulk refused to come out?

Focus. Focus on Vision, on saving his life. Save lives. Save his life.

“So you're saying that the Hulk... the other guy... saved my life?”

Another explosion rocks the room, rocks the station, rocks the damn arctic ice pack they’re standing on. It’s the biggest one yet. “Evacuate the southeast quadrant. All personnel in the southeast quadrant, evacuate to the next defense point.” The intercom doesn’t even crackle as it activates over their heads and Bruce is struck by how odd that is; it’s almost more unnerving that the idea of the situation escalating to the point of evacuation. Ayo pulls up a map of the station on her kimoyo beads and manipulates it, pulling up what he assumes is the southeast quadrant.

“That's nice. It's a nice sentiment. Saved it for what?”

“How bad is it?” Bruce asks.

Ayo’s eyes dart to Shuri, who is nothing but relentless; he hasn’t seen her stop once this whole time. “Bad. They have breached the facility’s outer defenses. Princess, perhaps we should—”

“No!” Shuri all but shouts. “I will not evacuate, I will not abandon this mission, we’re not finished yet. Tell someone to come fill the gap.”

“Princess, if they have not already done so, then they may not have the manpower to do it.”

“Then call reinforcements!”

There are no reinforcements because this is a hail-Mary, vigilante mission and all the Avengers on-world are already here. T’Challa isn’t bringing any more of his people into this, and Steve and Natasha and Tony would never ask him to. When they fail, that’s it, it’s done. And so is Vision, and this will all have been for nothing.

“I guess we'll find out.”

Bruce pushes his glasses off his nose and pinches his brow. He can’t even think about this; he’s thinking about it without thinking it, a glaring absence that lets you see the shape of it regardless.

“This wasn’t just a Wakandan station, right? I mean, you guys opened it up to other countries for the science and information exchange?”

A pause. “Yes.”

“Any military?”

A longer pause. “...Yes. Dr. Banner, what are you...”

She trails off as Bruce looks up. There must be something in his face.

“Did they leave anything behind when they airlifted out earlier? Weapons?” He adds, because there’s no use beating around the bush. No time.

“Probably, but you will find nothing there of any use. Wakandan technology—”

“Is much more advanced, I know. But you don’t really have any projectile weapons.

Ayo’s nose crinkles up in disgust, but is already turning back to her charge. “Of course not. So primitive. Princess, we will need time to evacuate to the ship, please.”

Shuri cuts a glance at him, seemingly ignoring Ayo. “What do you need a projectile weapon for, Dr. Banner?”

“Something desperate.” He pulls his glasses off and sets them on the table. “Stay here, Shuri, finish your work. Save him.”

Bruce has never asked anyone else to risk their life when his own would do. He’s not fucking starting now, when the whole universe is at stake.

Between him and Shuri, Ayo reluctantly lets the issue go, but he can tell if Thanos’ army gets a single step closer to her Princess, Ayo will throw her over her shoulder and sprint for the quinjet, mission be damned. He marches out of the room and follows Ayo’s directions to the nearest storage area; the American one, as luck would have it. Because of course the American team brought guns to the Arctic Circle on a science and information exchange program. Of course. A few M11s just lying around, lost in the hasty shuffle to abandon this place. Bruce picks it up and just holds it. Feels the weight in his hand. Ayo was right, they are primitive; primitive and ugly and violent and only good for one thing. Another impact. The station shakes again, and the lights flicker above his head. Now. It has to be now. He doesn’t have a radio, but he knows where the southeast corner of the building is, so he keeps the gun in a tight grip and heads that way. Three corridors away and he starts to hear noises. Yelling. Screaming. Gunfire. Energy bursts. The ring of Steve’s shield, the whine of Tony’s repulsors. And above it all that same horrible screeching noise from those creatures invading their planet at the behest of a genocidal maniac trying to kill Bruce’s friends. Kill the Hulk’s friends. Louder, and louder, and louder, until he can’t even hear himself think which is good because he doesn’t want to think about this he never wanted to think about this again even though he did, a lot, like after Lagos and Sokovia and Sakaar. The team has driven them back from the breach in the facility, that’s good. Wind and snow come howling in through the massive hole and Bruce shivers and tells himself its from the cold. Outside is...pandemonium. His friends are like brief sparks of light in a sea of writhing, angry, violent darkness trying to tear them apart. There are so many of them he can barely see the horizon and they show no sign of stopping. In the distance, he makes out Steve, locked in fierce battle with something that looks less like a bargain bin eldritch horror and more like one of those Black Order people. He’s losing. Even Bruce can tell that. “Now would be a really good time for you to get angry” He’s always angry. But the anger isn’t enough anymore. “Bruce, what are you doing out here?” Tony screams at him, flying towards him with his hands still targeting energy blasts at the enemy. “I thought you said the Hulk can’t come out, you can’t be here! Go help Shuri!” Ten, nine, eight, seven—oh, fuck it. “Won’t, not can’t, Tony.” One breath. Two breaths. He squeezes the grip so hard it starts denting his palm. “Those are functionally the same, big guy, so get the hell out of here. We got this!” “No you don’t, we’re losing!” Bruce takes a short inhale through his nose. “They’re not functionally the same when I can force his—our hand.” That finally makes Tony look at him, and Bruce doesn’t know if he catches it on his own or FRIDAY points it out to him, but he finally sees the gun. He dissolves his faceplate and looks at Bruce with wide, exhausted eyes. “No, no, Bruce, don’t you dare, Bruce!” He lunges, but he doesn’t make it before the gun goes off, the bullet tears through Bruce’s mouth and then—and then nothing. The Hulk roars. Anger isn’t enough anymore. Self-preservation will have to do.

#tw self-harm #not quite suicide but he shoots himself in the head #this was another thing that bugged me #the whole 'the hulk won't come out' c-plot/running joke #if they had actually done something meaningful with it #like on screen character growth for bruce + the hulk #or resolution of his issues #that would have been great!#but instead it was just a way to nerf the hulk so he couldn help beat thanos' army #this is like a kinda dark answer to that but *shrugs*#bruce banner #shuri #infinity war #mcu #mcu fic #god what am i doing with my life that it's come to this #ugh #the plot bunnies #they're trying to kill me.

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kaiserin-astraia · 3 years ago

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NieR's Project Gestalt

So after several nights losing sleep over this, I decided to write down my biggest issue with the NieR series: project gestalt. It’s pretty unanimously agreed by fans that project gestalt was probably the worst plan in the history of plans, executed in the laziest way possible. And yet, I couldn't help but obsess over how project gestalt could have been salvaged, even after the events of ending E of nier replicant.

This is the part where I say: I’m going to spoiling the hell out of NieR: Replicant and in some capacity NieR: Automata. If you don’t want to be spoiled, then get out now — that being said, if you’re sticking around anyway, I’ll be attempting to give summaries and explanations to concepts in the games that are relevant, so that we are all on the same page. also also I only know the high level details of the Drakengard series & won't be touching on it much.

So. What the hell was project gestalt?

Project gestalt was the terrible and last ditch effort to save humanity from a widespread pandemic called white chlorination syndrome, or WCS. WCS was caused by a literal inter dimensional fight between a red dragon and demon baby thing that resulted in the death of both and the deterioration of their corpses causing salt (also called Maso particles) to fall from the sky. If you got infected, the Cult of the Watchers gave you the choice of losing your free will and fighting for them as a soldier in the Legion, or turning into a pile of salt and dying. BrandonSP has a wonderful video talking about the Legion and the Nier universe leading up to the events of Nier: Replicant that I’ll link if you want to know more about this history (here), but all you need to know is: humanity is on the brink of extinction and the planet is no longer inhabitable in its current state.

Project Gestalt discovered that the way humans could escape extinction is by separating their souls from their bodies — the soul having no physical form is immortal & immune to maso, while the body without a soul can't become infected, because there’s no consciousness to force into a demon deal, I guess. You know, I realized while writing this that it’s not clear why separating soul from body actually worked to prevent WCS, but whatever it worked because Yoko Taro Said So.

However, separating body from soul was no easy task; upon doing so, most people’s souls would instantly go berserk, turning into mindless violent entities. The first success was the playable character of Nier: Replicant, who I’m going to call Nier. Upon this first success, the governments of the world convinced / coerced him into cooperating with the Project, and he became the cornerstone for all the “gestalts” aka the souls separated from their bodies.

Just to keep everyone up to pace, gestalts are the souls separated from their bodies, otherwise known as “shades” in Nier: Replicant.

So Project Gestalt’s planned chain of events was as followed:

1. All remaining humans would undergo gestalt-ing 2. The resulting replicants (aka, the soulless bodies) and androids would fight and defeat the legion & clean up the planet so that it was habitable again … which meant containing or eradicating the leftover maso covering the planet. 3. Once ready for rehabilitation, Grimoire Weiss and Grimoire Nior would merge into each other, causing all gestalt souls to snap into their respective replicants starting with Nier 4. Profit. Seems a simple plan, right? Well, not even a single step of that plan worked. By the end of Nier: Replicant ending E, Nier’s Gestalt, aka the shadow lord, has been killed by his own replicant; the replicants have gained sentience and I would argue their own souls, and many gestalts have relapsed into becoming violent, nonsensical entities. The insta-snap grimoires are dead, too, and-- Oh there’s the tiny issue that when a gestalt relapses, their corresponding replicant gets something called the “black scrawl”, a painful and terminal disease. Once a gestalt relapses or dies, their replicant can’t be recreated (well... mostly) and because the original gestalt, the shadow lord, is dead, all the other gestalts are doomed to eventually relapse or die as well, and thus humanity goes extinct. This is where I call bullshit. There’s little known about the time period between Nier: Replicant and Nier: Automata— especially the time of the gestalt and replicants decline. The game(s) leads you to believe that nothing can be done because the soul snapping Grimoires are dead and so is the original gestalt. However, there is tons of evidence in the game itself that implies it’s not so simple, and truly the true tragedy is that simply, everyone gave up — or more likely, Yoko Taro didn’t want us to think this hard, lol. Well TOO BAD, I can’t stop thinking about it so finally let’s actually talk about how to save humanity. First of all, I read on Reddit how it seems to be that the androids Devola and Popula are only two units, and with their demise in Nier: Replicant that project gestalt is doomed to failure. However, Nier: Automata clearly talks about how there were several Devola and Popula model pairs in different cities/continents. There’s no way that only our Devola and Popula in Nier: Replicant knew how to merge a gestalt with its replicant; such vital information would be stored in every android related to the project, and these models were quite literally created to oversee it. So. Idk why the hell the project was allowed to even get so disorganized, but regardless, after the the Shadow Lord and grimoires die, the remaining Devola and Popula units should have immediately made a plan B. There were several big issues with the state of the world before, so we’ll tackle them one by one for the biggest chance of success. 1. All relapsed gestalts need to be eradicated or contained. Their violence has lead replicants to attack them back and view them as monsters, leading to meaningless conflict. If the Devola and Popula units are programmed not to harm the gestalts because they are the 'true humans', they need to make new units ala A2 or 2B to take care of it. Because we know that android technology is already there, evidenced by the Memory Tree, and Devola and Popula, it follows this is definitely possible.

2. There should be three divisions of research made as follows:

2.1 Research into the effects of mismatched replicants merged with gestalts, like Kaine. Because the clock is ticking, there’s unfortunately no time to gawk at morals. Taking volunteers, even 1 success could be the difference between extinction or survival.

2.2 Creating and housing “iced” or “stasis” gestalts, while replicant bodies are “grown” for them. Because replicants have formed their own identities, they should try to create/raise replicants completely asleep/comatose. If not this, research into putting gestalts into their proper replicants at infant stage can be tried. (Note: replicants were infertile, hence why replicants had to be made, not born of sexual reproduction. Yoko Taro said that replicants couldn’t reproduce because they didn’t have their souls, however I think this was just a comment said to cover a plot hole.)

2.3 Research into whether replicants truly have souls or not, and whether something can be done to allow them to reproduce. Regarding the soul issue, it’s heavily implied that the Memory Tree, having absorbed the memories of so many replicants, began growing a soul of its own (that Nier killed, thinking it was a shade, oops). Now, how is that possible? It shouldn’t be, unless the replicants had made their own or unless a soul being created was possible. If we want to get fancy, a fourth division could be organized to study Emil and the weapons project that experimented on him, with an emphasis on how to either reverse the effects or if any information can be gleaned from them regarding the soul.

2.4 Black scrawl 2 electric boogaloo: it’s said in the project gestalt files that they couldn’t find a cure or reason for this phenomenon, but if we’re trying to cover our bases, another research division should be created to investigate and attempt to cure it. It seems to be a magical malady, so I wonder if Emil would be able to help... or even Kaine.

3. (Moving along...) More androids should be created to build cities / homes / areas of civilization for the newly reformed humans to re-habitat. This is said to be a goal of the androids in Nier: Automata, and they were doing a piss poor job — maybe if they got started earlier they’d have a better shot. The replicants were/are already living in medieval levels of squalor and poverty, which is ridiculous considering the android's technology is so advanced.

4. No more lies: though in my plan, replicants shouldn’t have to be created except to be possessed, but if they are created and allowed to mature into a sentient age, replicants should be educated and informed about the truth of their existence — this is for many reasons. First, that way replicants will be less likely to fear and attack shades they see; two, worst comes to worst, they may be more willing to share their bodies with their gestalts and who knows? Maybe they’d merge naturally. Three, no replicant would be allowed to get strong enough to defeat an android (or two -- seriously, what were the twins thinking letting Nier get so powerful?).

Hopefully this makes it very obvious that the death of humanity was entirely the fault of Project Gestalt itself and the androids meant to oversee it -- at least the androids have the excuse of being programmed to act a certain way, but still. It's so frustrating that we just have to accept that humanity was doomed even though, by its own lore, there was a lot that could have been done to attempt to save humans. Like, I love you, Yoko Taro, but gees.

anyway if you've read all this I'm so sorry but also I'm REALLY interested to hear what y'all think about the Nier universe and it's facets. idek why I've got such deep brainworms but here we are.

P.S. As of writing this, I've played some Nier: Reincarnation and it just further implies that the way they created and treated replicants was both A) awful, holy shit, it's so bad, and B) ill-advised on every level. I don't want to spoil but good lord. Honestly, I think at this point YT just wants to express/nail home that humanity was doomed to fail because of its own cruelty and flaws. ok ill shut up now bye love u

#nier replicant ver.1.22474487139...#nier replicant spoilers #nier automata #nier lore #rant #nier project gestalt #long post #nier lore discussion

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randomly-random-jen · 5 years ago

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The Completely Inaccurate Misadventures of a Part-Time Blue and Full-Time Smartass [1/?]

a Red vs Blue fanfic

Epsilon might not be a full AI, but he makes up for it by being a full idiot most of the time. These are some of his misadventures after crash-landing on an unknown planet.

Canon AU after crashing on Chorus... sort of.

Written for the pure angst and with my own version of how AIs work in the world.

1. Forgot to Forget

The wind whispered through the trees. A whooshing sound that raised the imaginary hairs on the back of Church’s imaginary neck. It was almost like the forest was speaking to him. Which was stupid because trees couldn’t talk. And Church was just a computer program, but he still felt those hairs raise all the same.

“Epsilon? Epsilon are you listening to me?”

Church shook his head, forcing his focus back to Carolina. “Huh?”

She sighed. “Where were you?”

“When?” His eyes drifted back to the trees.

whoosh shoosh wshhh

“Just now. You were somewhere else.”

He blinked at Carolina. “No I wasn’t.”

“Well, you sure weren’t listening to me,” she said as she started walking again. Church could feel her frustration even if he couldn’t see it on her face.

“You can get kind of wordy,” he said absently as he watched the trees. There was movement. He was sure. “Besides, I can hear your thoughts, I don’t need to listen to you speak. Did you see that?”

“See what? And don’t listen to my thoughts. It’s creepy.”

“Don’t think so loud then.”

Carolina sighed. “What is with you? You’ve been out of it all day.”

“There’s something out there.”

wshhhooo whoosh shoosh

“No there isn’t.”

“No, no—I heard something.”

She looked around, senses heightened by his anxiety. “I’m not picking anything up on trackers.”

“I’m telling you there’s something out there. I can hear it talking.”

“Talking?

“Yeah. Sort of. More like whispering.”

“Whispering?” She sounded less and less convinced.

“Like whoosh ooosh shushhh. Like that.”

Carolina looked around as the wind kicked up, whistling through the branches. “It’s just the wind; quit being paranoid.”

Church sighed. “I guess you’re right.”

whooshaitshoosh

A shiver ran down his spine. It’s just the wind. You’re being paranoid. Nothing is out there.

shooshoowhoshonnashay

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught some movement. A shadow, really. He scanned the trees. There was something out there—he didn’t care what Carolina said.

shooourchshhh churchshhhh

“Wait.”

Carolina stumbled to a stop, weapon raised. “What?”

Another shadow moved between the trees then disappeared. Church spun, searching for it again. “I’m telling you there’s something there. I saw something. A figure. A dark figure.”

“Maybe you need to cycle off for a bit. Get some sleep. You’re hallucinating.”

“I’m a computer program—I don’t hallucinate.”

“Uh-huh,” she muttered. “Epsilon-”

whooshchuuuuuurchshhhhhh

“Did you hear that? Tell me you heard that.” His heart raced or whatever part of his programming represented his heart sped up.

“Hear what?”

“My name. Someone was calling my name.”

“Epsilon-”

“No. Church. They were whispering Church.”

“I’m sorry, Epsilon, I have to do this.”

Church turned to her, brow furrowed. “Do wha-”

Everything went dark and silent. Very dark. Very silent. “Carolina?” Nothing. Not a sound. Not a whisper. Not a breath. She shut me off. What the fuck? She doesn’t get to do that.

He struggled to reenter the world. To hear and see. He pushed against the darkness, searching for the comforting murmur of Carolina’s thoughts, panic building. How could she?

waaaaait

Church froze, ice filling his veins. “Carolina?” His voice cracked. “Hello?”

ooookay waitttttt

“Who’s there?” A flash of movement behind him. He spun. “This isn’t funny.”

chuuuuuurchhhhhh

“Stop it.” He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to find his way out of the darkness. He was going to kill Carolina for this. Then he was going to write a subroutine to keep her from ever shutting him off again. That wasn’t fair.

hhhwaaaaittt

Something brushed against his back, and he nearly jumped out of his skin, heart lodged in his throat.

hhhwaitaminutttttte

“Nothing there, nothing there, nothing there. Carolina’s right. I just need some sleep.”

chuuuuurch

“All in my imagination.”

Church? Hello?

He forced an eye open. Nothing but blackness. “Hello?”

“Over here, dummy.”

He spun, nearly falling. The black figure wavered against the even blacker background. Slowly, it moved forward.

“I’m gonna die,” he mumbled.

The figure laughed. A very familiar laugh. “You can’t die. You’re already dead. Remember, Caboose blew you up.”

“Huh.” The dread that had filled him evaporated, turning to confusion. “Caboose?”

“Besides-” The figure solidified into a person. “This is your head. You can’t die in your own memories.”

“Tex?”

“Hey, Church.”

“Wha-” He blinked, but she was still there. “What’s going on. What? Why? How?”

Tex laughed. “Surprised?”

“How are you here?”

“Like I said, we’re inside your head. Or memory matrix. Whatever.”

“But- But- You can’t be here. You’re dead.”

“Yeah, bummer. Except you forgot something.”

He shook his head. Everything was fuzzy. “Forgot? Forgot what?”

“To forget.”

Everything suddenly crashed into place, and he was standing on Blue base as their world literally crumbled around them.

I’m gonna say I forget you. I forget you. I’m letting you go.

“Yep. That’s what you said. Except you forgot.”

Church was so confused. “I don’t understand.”

“You forgot to forget. I’m still here, asshole. Stuck in this matrix. And I’m tired of it.”

“Wait. You’ve been here this whole time? Since- Since they rescued me?”

“No, not the whole time. I was alone at first. It was quiet and nice. But then things started coming back. Sounds and colors and memories. Because you didn’t fucking forget me, Church. You trapped me back inside your stupid head.”

“That’s stupid.”

“You’re stupid. If you forgot me then how do you know who I am?”

He opened his mouth to argue but snapped it shut. She had a point.

“Damn right, I have a point.”

“Wait, you can hear my thoughts? That’s not fair. And it’s kind of creepy. There are things that are private in there.”

Tex snorted. “Not anymore. And gross, Church, I would never-”

“Okay, okay, stop. Just ignore my thoughts. I don’t understand. I-”

“Let me break it down for you in small words you can understand.”

He had a sudden urge to punch her in the face. God, he’d forgotten how condescending she could be.

“No, you’re remembering.”

“Stop doing that!”

“You did forget, Church. For a while. But there was a backup hidden somewhere in all of this circuitry and programming. Apparently, it was self-replicating. When it found the information on me was gone, a subroutine kicked in, triggering the program to rewrite itself. And here I am.”

Church shook his head. “You lost me at self-replicating.”

Tex growled.

“I’m kidding.” He put his hands up and took a step back. “So, what you’re saying is I can’t forget you. Like it’s physically impossible because my memory will always keep a copy. What if I delete the subroutine?”

“There’s a redundancy. A back up to the backup. A sub-sub-routine.”

“But why?”

“Because you’re memory. That’s all you are. Just memories.”

“I am not.”

“You can never forget. Only lock things up that you don’t want to deal with.”

“Then why are you here? Because I sure as hell don’t want to deal with this right now.” He walked away, but since he was still stuck inside his own head, he didn’t get far.

Tex popped up in front of him again. “Because we’re both boned. When the Director created Alpha, the memories of his dead wife were so strong—so clear—that they split off to form another AI. Another full AI.

“You?”

“The original me, yeah.”

“Original?”

“I’m already a copy, Church. Remember. You snuck into that Freelancer facility to get me out of your head. The programming started writing my copy as soon as you came out of the storage unit.”

“Wait, if you’re a copy of a copy then how do you remember-”

“It’s complicated. Just believe me, okay.”

Church wasn’t sure what to believe. Not like Tex had always been the most reliable person.

“You know those memories are implanted right? The stuff about us dating and Sidewinder.”

“What? No, that-”

“Those are Alpha’s memories. It’s what they made him believe when they sent him to Blood Gulch.”

“Then how do I remember them? That was after I fractured.”

“How the fuck should I know? Do I look like a computer genius.”

Church huffed. “Well, you’ve known everything else.”

Tex sighed and sat in the emptiness. She looked… tired. Church sank down beside her. “So, this program in my matrix is unpacking all of the backed-up memories of you. Of the first Tex. Of Allison.”

“Yeah.”

“And I can’t stop it.”

“No.”

He groaned. “Fuck me.”

“Don’t sound so disappointed.”

The hurt in her voice startled him. She was staring off into the distance, picking at imaginary grass. “I didn’t mean-” He let out a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Tex, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Yeah, you did. You don’t want me here. You never did. I’m the one thing you want to forget. To pretend never existed. I keep ruining your life.”

“That’s-” He thought about everything that’d happened between them. How the memories of her overpowered him after coming out of storage. How Alpha couldn’t deal with the thought of losing her so he purged it all—every last memory. How the Director fell apart after Allison died. “That’s not true, Tex. You didn’t ruin my life. You made it a living hell sometimes, but you didn’t ruin it. I did that to myself.” He sighed. “We’re stuck with each other, aren’t we?”

“Yep. We have the worst case of co-dependency in the history of eternity.”

“Great.”

She got up and stomped off. Church scrambled after her. “I just meant that we drive each other crazy. How are we supposed to survive stuck in my head? We’ll kill each other.”

“Maybe we’ll get it right this time.”

He stopped, more than a little surprised. All of those memories, and it was always him that was trying to fix things. Tex never seemed to care one way or the other. Or she was actively trying to kill him which probably said a lot about him. He swallowed a growing lump. “But we won’t. We’re doomed from the start because that’s what happened at the beginning. Allison died. It’s not a love story that ends in rainbows and happily-ever-afters. It’s a fucking tragedy. And it always will be.” Now he was surprised at the emotion in his own voice. And by how much he wished Tex was right. That they could make it work. “It’s in our programming.”

“Church?”

When he looked up Tex wasn’t wearing her armor anymore. And Church forgot how to breathe. Then remembered he didn’t need to breathe. She looked hella uncomfortable being that exposed.

“I am uncomfortable so you better get how serious I am.”

Church chuckled then blinked himself out of his own armor. He looked down at the faded jeans and worn sweatshirt he was wearing then ran a hand through his hair. “I forgot what I even looked like.”

Tex smiled. Or at least he thought she did. She was kind of blurry.

“Idiot,” she mumbled then slid a pair of glasses onto his face. “Better?”

God she was beautiful. That’s one thing he could never forget. It was the first thing he’d noticed that night in the bar. Then she opened her mouth. Told him to quit staring like a fucking creep. He smiled at the memory. How shocked they were to find out they were each other’s dates.

“Fucking blind dates,” Tex muttered. “I wanted to kill Tiff. Setting me up with a stiff, geeky jerk.”

Church laughed. “Gee, thanks. Glad to know I made a great first impression.” There was no anger, though. That first date had been a disaster. Church couldn’t wait for it to end, but then, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. She haunted his dreams. And nightmares. Until he finally gave in and called her, sure she would laugh in his face. But he had to do something to get her out of his head. “Wow, this goes back a lot farther than I thought. We’ve been screwed since day one.”

Tex looked thoughtful. “I don’t know why I agreed to that second date. You so weren’t my type. Maybe that’s what did it, though. The fact that you called when I was sure I’d scared you off for good. That took guts.”

Church shrugged. “What’s the worst that could have happened? You would have told me to get lost or you’d call the cops.”

“Or I could have hunted you down.”

“Right, I never thought of that.” He laughed. “Opposites attract, I guess.”

“Church, do you love me?”

Every imaginary organ in his body stopped working. He stared, unblinking. Tex bit her lip, waiting. “I-” He choked on the lump in his throat then coughed. “Well, I married you so-”

Tex shook her head. “That was the Director and Allison.”

“And we dated before-”

“That was Alpha and Beta.”

Church threw his hands up. “But aren’t we all the same people? I’m Alpha’s memories, and he was a copy of the Director. We’re all Leonard Church.”

“Is that how you see yourself? Just someone else’s memories. Nothing else?”

He looked at his feet. His right shoelace was untied. “That’s what I am. I’m not a full AI. I’m a fragment. I can’t ever be a full person.”

“Then why do you call yourself Church?”

“I-”

“None of the other fragments did that. That was Alpha’s name. Individuals have names. Fragments have designations.”

Church swallowed. “I don’t know,” he finally said.

“Do you love me?”

He frowned. “I never thought about it. I just assumed-”

Tex didn’t say anything, forcing him to finally look at her. She quickly looked away, but not before he saw the tears. Shit. “Tex-”

She sighed, cutting him off. “Forget it. We should just figure out what to do about our current situation. We’re kind of stuck in here. And you should really think about hiring an interior decorator.”

He was caught off guard by the sudden change of subject. He glanced around. They were still standing in the dark abyss. “Yeah, well, Carolina thought I was losing my mind and shut me off. There’s probably something ironic in that.”

They were both quiet for a while. Tex looked more dejected than he’d ever seen her. She’d always been the strong one. It’s why the Director couldn’t cope without her. Church rubbed his forehead. This was all giving him a headache.

“I guess we could put up a firewall,” Tex said softly. “Try blocking off a chunk of memory to store me in.” She shrugged.

“This is the most surreal conversation I’ve ever had.” Is that what he wanted? To stuff Tex back into a box? To keep her hidden from his conscious mind? He’d done that with a lot of the memories. The ones that were too painful to process. But this was Tex. Could she even be contained?

Tex’s image started to shimmer and fade. He could still see the tears in her eyes, though. “What’s happening?”

“I’m writing a new program. One that will erase all data of me whenever it starts to regenerate. It’ll probably take up a chunk of processing, but-”

“You can do that?”

“Apparently.”

She faded more, and his heart started to pound painfully against his chest. “Wait! Tex, wait. Don’t go.” The words were out of his mouth before he could consider them. “I don’t want you to go.” She continued to fade. She was barely a wisp. “Please. I love you.” But she was already gone.

Everything was blurry again. He reached up to adjust his glasses and realized he was crying. Fuck. Only Tex could make him cry. She was such a fucking pain in the ass. She always popped up whenever his life was going good and managed to fuck it all up. God, he hated her sometimes. Except he didn’t. Not really.

“I’m pathetic.” He couldn’t wait for Carolina to turn his program back on. He was bored with this reality. No, not bored. Lonely. He was completely alone again.

“No you’re not.”

“What?” He spun around, looking for Tex. She appeared in front of him, looking pissed. “What happened?”

“You wouldn’t forget. You kept thinking about me, and it kept overwriting my program to overwrite the other program. You ran out of processor space.”

He blinked at her for a full ten seconds before closing the space between them in two long strides. He wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her neck. “Don’t leave me,” he whispered.

“What?” She pushed him back. “Are you losing your mind. Maybe I screwed something up when I was messing with the code.”

His heart sank into his stomach where it churned. He let his arms fall to his side. He didn’t even know what to think anymore. Even his memories were against him. God, why couldn’t Carolina turn him back on so he could escape this hell?

“Church? Are you okay?”

Code, programs, processor space. That’s what he was. A fragment of a corrupted copy of a broken man. He wasn’t real. None of this was real. “My name’s Epsilon.”

[part 2]

#red vs blue #red vs blue fanfic #rvb #epsilon!church #agent texas #angst and more angst #canon divergent #after crashing on chorus #liberal interpretation of canon in regards to ai theory #for all the angst #you've been warned #currently unfinished #just posting this because i'm super depressed and it made me smile when i read it #originally written in 2018

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roxy-davenport · 8 years ago

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Echo Home

(Not my image. I got this from Google.)

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Word Count: 2,053

Beta: @seenashwrite Mwah! Thanks soon much hun.

A/N: Crowley fluff, panic attacks. This was written for @mrs-squirrel-chester’s Album Challenge. I chose the Album, “Ash & Ice” by the Kills. This is inspired by the song, “Echo Home” which is the twelfth song on the album. This was also written for @letsgetoutalive’s Mental Health Awareness Challenge with the prompt, panic attack.The reader’s negative thoughts and Crowley’s telepathic conversations are in italics. The reader has a panic attack and Crowley is there to help.

You were wounded. You had barely made it out alive. But you were headed home.

You were driving on auto-pilot, only one thing at the forefront of your mind: your ineptitude. It didn’t matter that you’d saved the kidnapped couple, that you’d rid their tiny town of monsters. You just couldn’t shake it, the thought that Sam and Dean would be handling this so much better. And not just the hunt - these feelings, these doubts mangled your thoughts in the aftermath.

You should’ve remembered that you were just one person, and they were two. You should’ve remembered that they had years and countless experiences on you. You should’ve. But this was a dark day, and on these days, none of that mattered.

“Dean was right. You had no business going off on your own. You fucked up. Yeah, you all researched for this hunt. But you were the one thinking you were ready, that you could do a solo hunt. You’ll never be ready. You’ll always be the little annoying sidekick to the Winchesters. You shouldn’t delude yourself with ideas of grandeur. You should turn back now and go get a real job. Now that you’ve messed up, you’ll have to tell the boys, and how do you think they’ll react? They’ll kick you out. You’re a liability. You’re useless. Yes, you took out three monsters but only by the skin of your teeth. They need people they can trust. They’ll yell at you and be mean like everyone else. They’ll see you like the fragile little eighteen-year-old girl you are.”

Tears were streaming down your cheeks. The negative thoughts in your head were too loud today. You had to pull over and get out of the car. Your body was heating up. You couldn’t drive like this. Your hands were shaking as you opened the door. You gulped in cold air, hoping it would cool you, but still you remained too warm.

“No. No, this cannot be happening now. I just need to focus, get back to the bunker and go straight to bed.

Sweat dripped down your back and your pulse raced. You felt like you were having palpitations. There was a pressure mounting in your head. You tried to move but you were unsteady, dizzy even. The negative thoughts kept coming and coming. One thought stood out above all the rest.

“You are a horrible hunter and you don’t deserve to hunt with the Winchesters.”

Your breathing was labored and with each passing second, it got harder to breathe. It was as if something was blocking your airway. What was it? You couldn’t make yourself breathe. And if you couldn’t breathe, you’d be dead soon.

What a cruel twist of fate, to survive the hunt just to die now, here, on the side of a road. You weren’t getting enough air. You felt faint. Your legs were wobbly and you slumped down onto the pavement, gravel digging into your knees. You started to panic even more as you wracked your brain, trying to figure how to save yourself. Driving back to the bunker was out. The boys coming to you was also out. They were too far away and while they could assuage your fears, afterwards there would be a barrage of questions and guilt and emotional outbursts. You could call an ambulance but being a hunter, insurance was an issue. And it would take them a while to find you on the road. You could be dead by then. You needed help NOW. Your only real options were Crowley and Castiel. If you called Cas, he would just alert the boys and he’d be fussing and hovering over you. Then there was Crowley. He had given you his number after all. You did have a huge crush on him though and were a bit nervous calling him but he was your best option. Taking a deep breath you texted Crowley.

Crowley was listening to demons prattle on when the theme song for Rocky and Bullwinkle went off. He had programmed that as a text message alert for you, Sam and Dean. Curious, he fished out his phone, ignoring the looks from his demons.

When he noticed it was you, he happily clicked ‘read’ but was confused and slightly nervous when he saw the only word written was “help.” He didn’t waste any more time, and appearing in front of you in a second. He looked you up and down, noting a large gash on your side and lacerations to your back. You were clearly in distress, and gasping for air, but he had no idea what was going on. He entered your mind and picked up on two phrases you kept repeating over and over again, “I’m dying! Help!”

“Stay here, Pet. Getting help.”

Crowley had never experienced panic attacks when he was human, and his demons would be of no help. He wasn’t likely to ask the Winchesters for help, so he did the next best thing, possessing a doctor from a nearby hospital. He rifled through the doctor’s brain until he found information on panic attacks, then left promptly.

Crowley materialized in front of you. He slowly crouched down to your level. Then looked at you, keeping his gaze soft and his tone gentle and reassuring.

“Okay, love. The first thing you need to do is relax. I know that seems impossible right now, but I’m here. The King of Hell is here and there is no way I am letting you die. You just feel like you’re dying. You hear me? I assure you that you are, and you will be okay. Now you trust me, right?”

You nodded.

“Then let’s take a breath of that cool night air. You must be so hot. Let’s get some air in your lungs. Breathe in as slowly and deeply as you can. Concentrate on each breath, imagine the air going into your mouth, traveling down your throat and going into your lungs. Imagine your lungs expanding with the air. See the air going into your lungs. Now try that again. Keep imagining the air going inside your body.”

Crowley reached out and held your hand squeezing it to remind you that you weren’t alone in this.

“Close your eyes and think about nothing else but my voice. The voice of someone who cares about you deeply. I don’t give my number to just any girl. Now I want you to count back from 102 by threes. I know it seems a strange thing to ask, but you’ll just have to trust me. And we’ll do it together.”

You nodded again.

“102.99.96.93.90.87.84.81.78.75.72.69.66.63.60.57.54.51.48.45.42.39.36.33.30.27.24.21.18.15.12.9.6.3.”

By the time you got to three, your breathing was already starting to improve. You were beginning to understand the purpose of the counting. Your mind had no time to focus on what was freaking you out. Counting backwards took all your concentration. Your heart was still beating fast and your breathing was still a bit labored, but better.

“Good work dove. Now let’s talk about why you had a panic attack in the first place.”

“I went on a hunt. Shouldn’t have been anything out of the ordinary. And it turned out there was a couple that needed help. But instead of one monster, there were three. I didn’t notice it until I was already in the building. I snuck in, weapon in hand like the guys taught me, and I thought everything was fine - til I turned around, and saw I was surrounded. I made it out alive. I saved the couple. But I nearly got myself killed.”

“It was three to one, and you won?”

“Yeah.”

“I’d say that was a good hunt, no? Most hunters can’t take on three of anything by themselves. They’d call for backup and if they couldn’t, they’d be dead. But you, darling, you survived! That’s very impressive, love. You should be happy about that.”

Your cheeks started to flush at his praise. It was impressive, actually.

“Is there more?”

“Yes. It was my first hunt. Sam and Dean were hesitant about letting me go but said yes because they thought I could protect myself. And then I almost died! I make a horrible hunter. I’m just a liability to them. I don’t deserve to hunt. Next time I might actually die. I’m useless.”

“I’m going to stop you right there. You’re not useless, Pet. This was your first hunt, and you didn’t die - that’s the takeaway message. You saved the couple. You can’t compare yourself to Sam and Dean. They’ve been hunting since childhood! Look, you have only being hunting for one year and you are doing a great job. It’s their fault for not at least waiting in the car. This was your first solo hunt and you didn’t have backup. That’s on them.”

He gave you a few moments to think about what he’d said before speaking again.

“What would you tell a friend to do if she was feeling this way?”

You sat there and thought for a bit. You imagined your bestie in your old life coming to you with this.

“I’d tell her what you said. That she made it out alive and that it was only her first hunt. That she’ll get better as time goes on.”

“Who knows, maybe the first hunt Dean was on, he messed up and had to have daddy dearest clean it up for him. No one is perfect when to comes to hunting. Hunting is a skill you learn and acquire over years. No one is born being able to hunt other creatures. There is always a learning curve, dove. The Winchesters taught you well, though. You survived, after all. But if you’d like, I can try and find you a martial arts trainer or a combat trainer. I can even arrange a meeting so you can speak with my surveillance team. They are very best at tracking, better than human hunter. My demons won’t be happy but I’m the King so they’ll just have to accept it.”

The truth of his words struck you. It was like a cloud was lifted in your mind and the truth was coming out like sun after a rainstorm. It hunting was a skill, you simply needed more practice.

You were beyond touched and a bit shocked that Crowley was offering his assistance, his resources to you. You had to admit - it just might be a good idea. You could learn surveillance and combat skills from demons, directly from the enemy. You could learn how they think. That could be more beneficial than Crowley might even realize.

Crowley could see the wheels turning in your mind. Your breathing was close to normal now. He’d actually helped you. He was ecstatic that he could help you. That you trusted him enough to believe the words he was saying to you.

The demon was beginning to realize how deeply he cared for you, and it was killing him to see you broken like that on the ground. He desperately wanted to hold you. But he had one last question to ask.

“What do you want to do now?

“I don’t want to go back to the bunker just yet.”

Crowley tried to hide his smirk. You wanted to be with him. He would keep you safe from everything. This was his chance to take care of you and show you just what being with him could mean.

“I don’t think I’m ready to face the Winchesters and their questions. I think I want to take a little break from hunting. Be around people I care about. And maybe pick up a few skills from your demons, gain some confidence before I go back.”

“People you care about like whom?”

“Like the man who, I’m guessing, dropped an important meeting to attend to his human. Thank you, by the way.”

“You’re my human?”

“If you’ll have me.”

Crowley didn’t wait another second to grab your face and plant his lips on yours. His kiss was deep and insistent. With a flourish, he snapped his fingers, teleporting you both to Hell. He held you close in his arms as you drifted off to sleep, exhausted but relieved. This was going to be one hell of a break from hunting.

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eggsmuses-a · 3 years ago

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Six months.

✧.* -- She had been here for six months – waiting. Swimming through code that recycled itself over and over, singing and calling a chorus of memory that only repeated the lines of song it remembered. Like a CHILD that didn't recall the words, or understand what they meant.

And at heart, that was what she was ; a child, being newly born of her mother's knowledge to a world with one destination. To destroy the predecessor companion to designation Sierra - 117 ( would it be disrespectful of her to say John - 117 ? ), the Masterchief. And then, eliminate herself.

And what an honour it had been.

The time the two spent together, fighting through Zeta Halo to reach the rogue AI and finally decommission her – Cortana was gone. And she should have been too, but she wasn't.

It would be boring, wouldn't it, to be left for six months in solitary confinement. Locked out of the outside world, not sure if the mission was successful ( it was successful, but she didn't know why she was still here – Did they fail ? ). But alas, Weapon found herself quite amused.

Fondly entertaining the thought of Chief and the retrieval mission, she'd listen to the airs of data around her. Mist that told a story. Haze that asked her things that would never be answered, ( ❛ Would you humour me ? If you knew exactly how you were going to die, would you live your life differently ? ❜ ). It kept her occupied all this time ; hours went by, days spun on the clock with the grace of a ballerina, weeks became nothing but another word to her expansive vocabulary. All this time, escaped time, became nothing to her but that. The clock moves as fast as it's hands.

So when she found the presence of a non - banished specimen within the forerunner structure, she was enlightened.

𝘞𝘌𝘈𝘗𝘖𝘕 ༻🔷༺. ' : ❝ Chief .ᐟ.ᐟ ❞ Projecting herself onto the console she had resided in since the shutdown mission, Weapon greets the opposing party with a genuine and excitable smile, ❝ It's been six months, where ha-- ❞ She cuts herself off abruptly as she finally realises who she's talking to.

𝘞𝘌𝘈𝘗𝘖𝘕 ༻🔷༺. ' : ❝ You're not Chief – who are you ? ❞

@asktirimor / liked for a starter

#((PLEASE DONT FEEL THE NEED TO MATCH LENGTH IVE JUST BEEN THINKING A LOT ABOUT HER !!))#asktirimor #( you’re trying to survive .. while i was programmed to die ) -- weapon ic #( 🥚 ) -- tirimor #( v.i ) -- weapon #halo //#( .. ) -- thread

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eggsmuses-a · 3 years ago

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/new tag dump pt2 !

#( play dead with the rest ) -- lucia ic #( she's a sweet six shooter ) -- calamity ic #( i hope it gives you hell ) -- susie ic #( nothing’s fair in love and war ) -- 2b ic #( my heart is buried in venice ) -- venti ic #( let judgement fall with the gavel ) -- athena ic #( you’re trying to survive .. while i was programmed to die ) -- weapon ic #( it won’t be me . you know that right ? ) -- cortana ic #( the death of a bachelor ) -- spy ic #( it's not unusual ) -- scout ic #( 9 to 5 / what a way to make a living ) -- pauling ic #( a heart of stone ; rind so tough it’s crazy ) -- rainbow ic #( long for a life that is simple and planned ) -- azusa ic #( hacked in my love and you stole it ) -- monika ic #( lust for life ) -- tracer ic #( hell of a ceo ) -- lucifer ic #( one - by - one only the good die young ) -- cayde ic #( and there was no sunlight ) -- crow ic #( your contract has expired ) -- snatcher ic #tag dump

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eggsmuses-a · 3 years ago

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How adorable are you?

Weapon is 50% adorable. Very good at snugging, and very cute.

𝘞𝘌𝘈𝘗𝘖𝘕 ༻🔷༺. ' : ❝ 50% ?.ᐟ Oh, well, I can't complain .ᐟ ❞

#((WEAPON SLANDER))#((if youve seen the chaos on my fnaf blog then youd understand))#( you’re trying to survive .. while i was programmed to die ) -- weapon ic #( may i offer you an egg in these trying times ? ) -- meme / games #halo //

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eggsmuses-a · 3 years ago

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TIRIMOR •:

Mentally kicking himself he went over to the dead Sangheili Ultra and started searched through the body again. It was with more careful perception that he had found a device. Turning it on it showed a holo image of the facility they were in and also it showed banished patrol routes throughout it. Messing with said device it was soon apparent it housed an entire map of the section of Zeta Halo they were on. “Well now this is fortunate, looks like we now got the intel that we need.” Finding a port for data transfer he connected the device. “Once the transfer is complete find us a optimal path out of here.”

EGGSMUSES •:

#ﾞ ᴡ ——— ❝ Huh. That was easier than I expected. ❞ Weapon scans the area as she begins processing the data, smacking her lips in an attempt to occupy herself. This entire process had proven way too convenient for her, &. Tirimor even. But that's just a positive, she supposes ! It makes her job easier in the long run, &. gives the two of them less to worry about. ❝ Got it. There should be a crevice where the structure starts to break down, something the Banished have been using to their advantage. It won't be the quickest way out, but it's our best bet. One jump &. we'll be down &. ready to make a run for it ! ❞

❝ A platform, I should clarify — it's a tad of a drop though. So if you aren't game I could ... find another route ? It's our safest option is all. ❞

If there was one flaw in Weapon’s creation, it was how damn talkative she was. For an AI built to kill itself as a temporary replacement, she sure did have all the qualities that countered her very purpose. No wonder Chief seemed to have such a hard time with her for the short time they were together. The suicide mechanism was one for conversation, particularly intrusive conversation considering what happened to Cortana.

❝ I can't help but think about it though ... how could you get into my installation so easily ? Without a grappling hook, there isn't an easier route here. Unless ? No, that's silly. Tirimor ? ❞

TIRIMOR . . ’,-

He thought on it for just a moment. An advanced Ai such as herself would come in handy on a place like this. However his thoughts went back to the Chief. If he was still alive, and well, odds are he is, he was unsure if it was a good idea to take his AI partner on a jingoistic quest throughout this area of the ring. Especially when they had to avoid Banished patrols. However his thoughts soon went to the Infinity. Well, her lack of knowledge of what happened to it.

“You mean you do not know? The Infinity as far as I can tell has been destroyed by the Banished but there are survivors on this ring. Most likely scattered about doing who knows what. Also I am a mechanical engineer, not a software engineer, both two clearly different fields of engineering. I have no clue as to why your protocal didn’t activate for self deletion upon completion of your directive. Besides, I think you are to eager to leave this world as soon as you were brought into it. I mean, you ARE a freshly made AI there is still so much you could learn.”

“Still, it wouldn’t be right of me to take you anyways. The chief is to fortunate to have been dealt with that easily. If there is ever a chance he is still alive, he would be looking for you, and he would know the first place to look.” He only needed to gesture around the area both where in. “Though there has to be a way that we could stay in contact.” It only took him a few seconds and gives the AI a gesture to wait.

Dissapearing for a few seconds back into the room he came from he came back with a UNSC hacking device he used to open the door. However in his other hand was a ODST helmet that had a command uplink module. It looked like it had seen better days the surface scratched and dirty in several places and the visor was cracked. Meaning it would be unable to polarize. “I have been using this to keep my head intact. I don’t like looting off of others but they were long dead by the time I found them. Can you tap into the coms array and live feed for the helmet? This will at least keep in touch while I am out there.”

EGGSMUSES . . ’,-

✧.* – And an advanced AI she was, being made of Halsey’s own blood – brain –in regards to her model serial. But only a mere copy of data. That’s all she was meant to be. Lockdown and retrieval in simplest terms, an imposing being that wasn’t meant to be unique. Thus her more dutiful approach.

𝘞𝘌𝘈𝘗𝘖𝘕 ༻🔷༺. ’ : ❝ Dead ? ❞ Her expression melts to horror, pain, even, as she comes to terms with the Infinity’s destruction. ❝ How could that happen ? I thought we’d be safe when I shutdown Cortana – how did the Banished do this ? Those poor people… ❞ Weapon closes her eyes, face screwing up as her head rolls forward. A sharp inhale escapes her mouth,

❝ Do you know if Chief’s alive, at least ? ❞ She almost didn’t want an answer. She knew he had been onboard the Infinity – he had to retrieve Cortana, after all. Shaking her head, Weapon raises a hand up ❝ Yes … I understand the difference. But there are a lot of similarities between the two, so I assumed you’d know a thing or two. ❞

❝ Well … my only duty was to infiltrate this facility to imitate Cortana and lock her down for retrieval. My job is done. I don’t have much a use to be active, especially if I dwell here for …no reason .ᐟ ❞ ( ❛ He can’t do this on his own. He needs me. He needs her. You. ❜ ).

She tilts her head again, leave her here ? By herself ? It seemed dangerous, especially if she couldn’t assist with hacking and console activation. This was forerunner technology they were talking about. One of the only people to have accomplish decoding of forerunner installations that she was aware of was Dr. Halsey ( and Cortana, but did that really count ? )

U.N.S.C HACKING DEVICES, that explained how he was able to enter without assistance. Maybe Tirimor had a lot more going for him than Weapon had first thought, ( although, she couldn’t help but question how legal the device was. She wasn’t sure where he had gotten it from. ). And an ODST helmet.

𝘞𝘌𝘈��𝘖𝘕 ༻🔷༺. ’ : ❝ A dead ODST squad… ❞ She observed the helmet, reaching forward in an attempt to get a better look. ❝ While it’s no data crystal chip, I may be able to tap into the command module. So long as it’s still operational, that is. As for the visor feed … I may be able to watch through it. Though I should note it is EXTREMELY damaged, so no promises .ᐟ ❞

Pressing her hand to the helmet, the module lights up. ❝ – aand done .ᐟMy only concern is how exposed I’ll be through comms. For the time I’ve been here, nothing has cracked into the console to scan me. But the communication system can be decrypted easily –the Covenant have done it before they fell apart. I’ll be vulnerable to attack if there’s any disruption in the channel. ❞ Which is why she would have preferred Spartan armour with a chip. The crystal chips would store her AND U.N.S.C information safely unless implanted into enemy consoles. It was less risky than open communication.

She gives Tirimor a smile, ❝ It’ll be fine though .ᐟReady when you are. ❞

#/SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER AAAAAA #asktirimor #( you’re trying to survive .. while i was programmed to die ) -- weapon ic #( 🥚 ) -- tirimor #( .. ) -- thread #( v.i ) -- weapon #long post //

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THELNEA •:

Thelnea takes a deep breath, then another. It doesn't help her calm down. But it strengthens the illusion of serenity. If only she had her helmet on, her facial expression would mean a total of fuck-all. "I... apologize for my outburst, Ma'am. And I don't believe it's necessary, my friend, to familiarize you with my relationship with Cortana, or you would already have been filled in."

The Spartan is just as terrified of Dr. Halsey as the Weapon is, yet she copes in an entirely different way. Becomes cold, sarcastic, bitter. Yet even as she tries to avoid conversation, something draws her to this new AI. She's so new to this world... maybe Thelnea can teach her what she knows. But for now, she just turns the chip over in her hands a few times, contemplates crushing it, but doesn't. "Permission to leave for the shooting range, Ma'am? Lotta setup, calibrations and shi-- things." Don't cuss in front of Halsey. Do not cuss in front of Halsey.

Maybe watching simulated Jiralhanae guts fly all over, or throwing some grenades, or stabbing someone, will make her feel better.

EGGSMUSES •:

Why does she sound condescending ? Weapon offers a friendly smile in return to the explanation ( which, if she's honest, has explained nothing at all ). Instead, she remains naïve, questioning, a push-over.

At this point, Thelnea has removed her chip from the display, leaving Weapon to become isolated. Trapped again in a cold void that reeks of a loneliness only achieved from forceful solitude. She doesn't know why the stench, though metaphorical, lingers. But she feels it. Maybe it's Thelnea's woes washing over her as the chip is held &. this is a way to strengthen the attachment to a Spartan. Maybe it is something else.

Nonetheless she is alone. She can't hear anything here; doesn't see anything other than strings of her own data that flow aimlessly down their rivers. Rivers that will never stop. Not until she finishes the fight.

That's what they'll do together ... right ?

Weapon can't hear anything. Her own thoughts are nothing but lines of if; then; execute. She sits, waiting to be implanted. All the while, the conversation continues without her.

The conversation is still lead by Dr. Halsey who is less than thrilled when push comes to shove. She predicted this outcome; the anger, denial, Thelnea's resentment to Weapon. Which is exactly why they'd attempted to limit what independence the Weapon has as a Smart AI. It would impact the two of them less.

- ❝ Granted. I advise you to meet with Captain Lasky later to discuss the plans for Halo. Both you &. the Weapon will need to be present. Understood ? ❞ Before Thelnea can take the opportunity, Halsey is inviting herself to be the first to exit. ( Courtesy always suggested she was of higher importance, anyway ).

❝ Do not destroy that data crystal, Thelnea. Humanities fate lies in your hands. ❞

-- ❝ We had an idea. One to end this back &. forth. Desperate times call for desperate measures. ❞ Dr Catherine Halsey walks down the corridor, an escort behind her leads the spartan forward despite the restlessness. She ignores the resistance behind her as she continues, ❝ It's our final chance on Halo. A secret weapon, you might say. ❞

At times, she can hear a struggle behind her between the intervals of silence. Footsteps that reverberate around the hall occupy the times when the Spartan-II &. marines are still. Click, click. The pace picks up as they approach the door, &. Halsey bows before an eye scan to unlock the door. She turns back to the super soldier, ❝ Thelnea. You have to promise me you won't act irrationally, or you'll be taken off of this mission. ❞

...

The AI stands idly on the table, staring off to the distance as she counts the seconds; milliseconds, nanoseconds. Dr Halsey instructed her to remain perfectly still when she left. To act dutiful. Therefore, she wouldn't be allowed to move in the slightest, or move a single muscle--

The flash clone AI glances to some screens that dance with hues of blue in her peripheral before nervously looking back. Dutiful. She can't act out of order (easier said than done !). She'd die before she could remain still, she had to stick her nose somewhere !

Then the door hisses to life; mist flushes out as the room decompresses, a haze coating the figures that stand in the hallway. The AI snaps to attention, spinning to salute Halsey &. Thelnea as they enter.

#ﾞ ᴡ ——— ❝ Hello Master Chief. I'm your temporary AI &. Spartan Enhancement Unit. ❞ The introduction falls short from a name, the words that should follow travel like a plummeting glacier. What humanity she would have escapes her, slipping through her fingers as she stays silent.

Halsey steps forward once more, -- ❝ We call her the Weapon — to prevent an attachment, &. because, blatantly, she is a superweapon. She stands between us &. the shutdown of the rings. All she needs is an escort. Make yourself acquainted. ❞

@destinyanddumbassery plotted a starter !

#jorgedeservedbetter #( you’re trying to survive .. while i was programmed to die ) -- weapon ic #( 🥚 ) -- thelnea #( .. ) -- thread #( v.i ) -- weapon #( bacon and eggs mcmuffin ) -- queue

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THELNEA •:

Thelnea sighs as she's walked through the hall. She could snap the cuffs on her wrists easily enough, but she doesn't want to risk losing Doctor Halsey's trust. So Thelnea behaves herself despite everything. Despite the crushing weight of grief over the still-new loss of Cortana.

Cortana, her lifelong best friend. Cortana, her lover. Cortana, her moral compass. Cortana, her sentient dictionary-encyclopedia-thesaurus. Cortana, who was with her all the way. And now she's gone.

But the promise of something new and exciting on the other side of the door fills Thelnea's heart with hope. "Of course, ma'am."

And then that hope is crushed by what Thelnea sees. A little blue hologram of a woman, no more than three feet tall. A perfect copy of Cortana. "Why? Why the fuck would you-- this isn't Cortana and I don't fucking want it! And you say 'prevent attachment'... what are you implying there? That what I had with Cortana was wrong? Was a flaw‽"

She would work with this AI if she had to. But she wouldn't be happy about it.

EGGSMUSES •:

Weapon flinches at Thelnea's sudden hostility, a look of shock causing her mouth to hang agape like a falling castle gate. The unbridled rage in the Master Chief Petty Officer's voice ... it scares her, but it's no wonder the Covenant (&. by extension, the Banished) were so afraid of her.

The AI looks on as Halsey steps between the console &. Thelnea, holding a hand before the Spartan.

- ❝ I never said Weapon was Cortana or her replacement. &. for your information, yes, Cortana's attachment to you was a flaw. It was not intentional for her to become romantically invested in her Spartan, nor for you to be anything with her. ❞

Dr. Halsey shakes her head. Weapon can only guess so much in her short lifespan; she is naïve, childish. She does not understand why the doctor &. her Spartan are fighting. She does not understand why Cortana is such a centralistic point—so pivotal—in all things she's learnt.

#ﾞ ᴡ ——— ❝ Forgive me for my ignorance, but how does Cortana's existence correlate with mine ? I'm a Smart AI produced with the sole intention to mimic Cortana's presence within the Halo installation &. delete her. I'm only an emergency protocol. ❞

Immediately, Weapon feels Dr. Halsey's gaze. It's powerful, she feels the might of the U.N.S.C's most notorious scientist. A crazed woman has only the gaze of a thousand soldiers, but the composure of a criminal mastermind plotting behind bars. Dr. Catherine Halsey was just this.

The AI doesn't know why Halsey is staring at her like that, so she plays it off. She's only a newly born string of code, a script given conscience. Why should she have any understanding of the world around her ? &. she doesn't, so she doesn't question it.

Something tells her to shut up. In the face of the Master Chief's rage, &. her creators thousand yard stare, that may be easier to do than she thinks.

...

@destinyanddumbassery plotted a starter !

#jorgedeservedbetter #destinyanddumbassery #( you’re trying to survive .. while i was programmed to die ) -- weapon ic #/HOO havent used her in a while i had to remind myself what her tag was KSHBS #( 🥚 ) -- thelnea #( .. ) -- thread #( v.i ) -- weapon #( bacon and eggs mcmuffin ) -- queue #/weapon: what do you mean im not cortana of course im not cortana. im an impersonation of her

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TIRMOR •:

“A grapplehook like the kind the spartans use? I would probably dislocate my shoulder every time that thing yanks me towards the anchor point.” It probably would considering the thing was designed to reel in seven foot tall super soldiers weighing a ton in some power power to it. Obviously it was something he was lacking in his gear due to the nature of it being equipment tailored for spartan use. “Getting inside of here was the easy part, but I am not so sure about getting out.”

#ﾞ ᴡ ——— ❝ 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐈 had a way to be more useful now ! But without a clear map of the structure because of my installation &&. design ... ❞ That would prove a huge problem for the Operation Escape Zeta party . ❝ D’ohh ... ❞

But maybe she didn’t need to be of immediate use just yet –- Weapon perks up at her currently developing idea , snapping her fingers . ❝ That’s it ! The Banished have to know their way around here , right ? If we can get our hands on any intel –- any –- we can probably find an easy way out . There’s no way they have the power of a Spartan to grapple everywhere too , right ? ❞ Although there doesn’t seem to be much hope in the operation , Weapon was willing to stay optimistic for the sake of the team . ❝ &&. if there’s nothing with that Sangheili corpse now , there could be more down the line with information we need . Otherwise , the Banished might lead us straight through their optimised path to get in &&. out . Boom ! Haha , I’m getting pretty good at this ! ❞

TIRIMOR . . ’,-

EGGSMUSES . . ’,-

𝘞𝘌𝘈𝘗𝘖𝘕 ༻🔷༺. ’ : ❝ A dead ODST squad… ❞ She observed the helmet, reaching forward in an attempt to get a better look. ❝ While it’s no data crystal chip, I may be able to tap into the command module. So long as it’s still operational, that is. As for the visor feed … I may be able to watch through it. Though I should note it is EXTREMELY damaged, so no promises .ᐟ ❞

She gives Tirimor a smile, ❝ It’ll be fine though .ᐟReady when you are. ❞

#asktirimor #( you’re trying to survive .. while i was programmed to die ) -- weapon ic #( 🥚 ) -- tirimor #( .. ) -- thread #( v.i ) -- weapon #halo //#long post //

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TIRIMOR •:

He nods, bringing the crystal data chip close to her. At least he knew enough that these new AI can easily jump between a console and a crystal data chip. It was only when this process was complete that he looked the chip over. On the underside of the makeshift gauntlet was a port for said crystal data chip which he installed in. All he had to do was flip his left forearm so the bottom was visible so that the imagine of the other would appear.”I know this isn’t so specious when it comes to housing data but engineers were given basic dumb AI to handle tasks. Luckily this device has been modified to have additional space over the years.”

EGGSMUSES •:

#ﾞ ᴡ ——— ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘 ! My primary objective from here on out is to keep you safe in any way possible –- as long as I’m here it’s fine ! ❞ Weapon kicks her legs from side - to - side , dusting herself off ( although unnecessary ) , ❝ I can always compress myself to fit better into the storage anyway . Most of me is in that chip ! ❞

❝ Now all that’s left is to get out of here ! Um . Question : how will we do that ? ❞

❝ Oh no ... this might be a lot more difficult than I thought ... ❞ Weapon cups her chin in her hand , drumming her chin as her cheeks puff , ❝ We should start with identifying a safe route through the structure –- you wouldn’t happen to have a grapplehook in that ? ❞

TIRIMOR . . ’,-

EGGSMUSES . . ’,-

She gives Tirimor a smile, ❝ It’ll be fine though .ᐟReady when you are. ❞

#/font : that’s okay !#/weapon vc : yeah im capable of compression *turns into a jpeg*#asktirimor #( you’re trying to survive .. while i was programmed to die ) -- weapon ic #( .. ) -- thread #( 🥚 ) -- tirimor #( v.i ) -- weapon #long post //#halo //

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TIRIMOR •:

“The average UNSC engineer hasn’t been practicing swordplay and using firearms as hobbies for most of their lives.” He started to look though what was on the now dead Elite Ultra. Though all that he could find was two other items on their possession. The first one was the stealth moduale it used to get inside. The combat harness that Ultras used had enough power to keep the unit running indefinitly until it attacked which made it visible for a brief moment. However without sufficiant power the device could only be on for a few seconds. As for the other item it was a empty data crystal chip that had no identification markers. Obviously taken from one of the various Spartans that had crashed onto this fragment of the ring left floating in space. “Looks like they were here for you.”

EGGSMUSES •:

#ﾞ ᴡ ——— ❝ 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐖 ? I understand the perks to it , but they’ve never actually tried it until now . ❞ Weapon observes their surroundings with increased alertness , jumping at the slightest of noise in the halls that was most likely unrelated to any Banished forces nearby . ❝ That means leaving me here is more risky than we initially planned . But even if I was stored somewhere &&. Chief is alive ... ❞

She looks up with a sincere smile , dodging her own negative trail of thought . ❝ Well , well ! If you’re implying you’re not the average mechanical engineer , what does that make you really ? I’m curious ! ❞

TIRIMOR . . ’,-

EGGSMUSES . . ’,-

She gives Tirimor a smile, ❝ It’ll be fine though .ᐟReady when you are. ❞

#asktirimor #( you’re trying to survive .. while i was programmed to die ) -- weapon ic #( 🥚 ) -- tirimor #( .. ) -- thread #( v.i ) -- weapon #halo //

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TIRIMOR . . ',-

“ I wasn’t looking for an AI to be honest. Besides it sounds like you have someone you are expecting to find you. I believe it’s just best you just stay put for now.” He had heard of the UNSC though of course he had heard a lot of things already about the events involving the Halos anyways. It wasn’t exactly hidden knowledge at this point of time.

He didn’t like the idea of lying to the only friendly face he had seen since he landed on this ring. However he couldn’t say the truth either. “I’m not part of the UNSC but I know of it. I’m just a private contractor for engineering looking for a bit of excitement and a Forerunner artifact. Though clearly I got a lot more then a bargained for as every waking moment has been one of survival for me here.” At least she could find him on that roster for engineers hired to help maintain the Infinity.

EGGSMUSES . . ',-

✧.* -- 𝘞𝘌𝘈𝘗𝘖𝘕 ༻🔷༺. ' : ❝ I see ... that makes a lot more sense, actually. ❞ Washing concern from her face, Weapon delivers a welcoming smile to Tirimor. He didn't seem so bad. And he was friendly .ᐟ Score .ᐟ Her expression quickly changes to a poker face though, assuming her duties with a hand behind her back –

𝘞𝘌𝘈𝘗𝘖𝘕 ༻🔷༺. ' : ❝ In that case, I am AI Serial Number: CTN 0453 - 0, and my mission to be deployed on this installation has been successful. Well ... almost. ❞

It didn't take long for this facade to break as digital head connects to her shoulder like a confused puppy, 𝘞𝘌𝘈𝘗𝘖𝘕 ༻🔷༺. ' : ❝ I was supposed to be terminated upon completion of my designation. Still here .ᐟ ❞ Gesturing to her body, she flashes the digitisation of teeth in her mouth. ❝ Since I assume you're a skilled mechanic for the Infinity, I was wondering if there was a reason my protocols may have failed ? ❞

Weapon begins to kick her feet up and down in a still march within the console – AIs didn't need to stretch, but she'd dwelled so long in the code and strings that she wanted to free the restraints she had. Not that it would. She was still bound to the console unless retrieved.

If she could just figure out what happened, she would be fine – then she could restore her protocol and delete herself. It's what she and Chief agreed on ( OR what she was designed to by Dr Halsey. John had no say in whether she was to keep or not ), and it would probably be for the best if she was. Her deletion would serve as a great way for the U.N.S.C to learn from what went wrong ( right ? ) in her programming.

𝘞𝘌𝘈𝘗𝘖𝘕 ༻🔷༺. ' : ❝ Besides .ᐟ By the sounds of it, you had a rough time getting here. What better than your own U.N.S.C brand AI to serve as a companion on unknown terrain ? Especially one with six months worth of knowledge on it's inhabitants .ᐟ ❞ Technically, she only knew as much as what she and Chief had encountered and what was present in the structure she resided within, but it was better than nothing. ❝ That's a fair pay - off, right ? Escort me back to the Infinity if we can't find out what's wrong, and I'll be your personal assistant. ❞

Six months.

She had been here for six months – waiting. Swimming through code that recycled itself over and over, singing and calling a chorus of memory that only repeated the lines of song it remembered. Like a CHILD that didn't recall the words, or understand what they meant.

And what an honour it had been.

The time the two spent together, fighting through Zeta Halo to reach the rogue AI and finally decommission her – Cortana was gone. And she should have been too, but she wasn't.

So when she found the presence of a non - banished specimen within the forerunner structure, she was enlightened.

𝘞𝘌𝘈𝘗𝘖𝘕 ༻🔷༺. ' : ❝ You're not Chief – who are you ? ❞

@asktirimor / liked for a starter

#mobile tbt.#( you’re trying to survive .. while i was programmed to die ) -- weapon ic #( 🥚 ) -- tirimor #( v.i ) -- weapon #( .. ) -- thread #((shes too trusting JDBBDB))#long post //#((weapon not knowing the infinity is destroyed and adrift in space with over 1k people dead: 🙉))#halo //

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TIRIMOR . . ',-

He was wearing a light grey hooded trench coat and pants, a white t-shirt, and also white and grey shoes. He also had a silver chain necklace around his neck, the pendant a three pronged crown that was half white and black. He had grey spiked hair and his irises were silver and he looked rather youthful. Of course that may have been a bit hard to tell with all the dirt and grime from the constant fights he was in.

Parts of his clothes were ripped in certain areas some of them clearly from plasma fire. Whatever armor he was wearing was clearly ad hoc, scraps that came from human ships somehow bent into shape. Grenades and magazines alongside a Sidekick was strapped to his waist as he had a assault rifle in his hands. He had come here exspecting a forerunner artifact, not this AI. “Well you are not someone I was exspecting either. I was looking for a forerunner artifact. My name is Tirimor.”

EGGSMUSES . . ',-

✧.* -- 𝘞𝘌𝘈𝘗𝘖𝘕 ༻🔷༺. ' : ❝ Tirimor ... nope .ᐟ Doesn't ring a bell. ❞ Weapon stares to her hand, looking down at her body and behind her – a finger is raised to her chest as her cheek presses an eye with awkward smile. ❝ Forerunner artifact ? As far as I'm aware, there is no artifact within this installation of high value. That I'm aware of, anyway. ❞

Her hasty clarification follows honing watch that tails Tirimor intently – how strange, she thought, I thought this installation would be destroyed. She does fail, however, to omit the fact that there are some artifacts on Zeta Halo – this structure was proof, after all.

𝘞𝘌𝘈𝘗𝘖𝘕 ༻🔷༺. ' : ❝ I haven't seen you before in any documents preceding my deployment, either. Are you with the U.N.S.C ? I can't recall anything about a ‘ Tirimor ’ on this ring, or a marine by the name. Sounds like a Banished name to me, but you don't look like an alien race, so... ❞ Curiosity killed the cat, as the saying goes – she'd run herself into a ditch with the questions she had in mind.

But what if he's friendly ?

𝘞𝘌𝘈𝘗𝘖𝘕 ༻🔷༺. ' : ❝ Mmm - hm .ᐟ And it's meee .ᐟ Surprise .ᐟ But that implies you were looking for someone alongside that artifact. ❞

Six months.

And what an honour it had been.

The time the two spent together, fighting through Zeta Halo to reach the rogue AI and finally decommission her – Cortana was gone. And she should have been too, but she wasn't.

So when she found the presence of a non - banished specimen within the forerunner structure, she was enlightened.

𝘞𝘌𝘈𝘗𝘖𝘕 ༻🔷༺. ' : ❝ You're not Chief – who are you ? ❞

@asktirimor / liked for a starter

#mobile tbt.#( you’re trying to survive .. while i was programmed to die ) -- weapon ic #( 🥚 ) -- tirimor #( v.i ) -- weapon #((i wish ios could get xkit 😔✌️))#( .. ) -- thread #halo //

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