Darkgenerallord

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May 2nd, 2020
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  1. A rifle is delivered, a compact, slender fasces of plasma and microwave guides—extremely powerful. A control panel fits to my armor’s glove, adjusting quickly to my smaller finger-span. I examine its workings, request guidance; the monitor instructs my ancilla. My armor learns quickly. I barely pay attention.
  2. ...
  3. The Didact stands alone before a partial readout of Requiem’s security. His armor lies folded in a repository, awaiting his attention.
  4. ...
  5. I lift the weapon. My glove merges with the panel. We are one, armor, me, weapon. I can conceive of no better fate for him than long sojourn in the Domain, reacquaintance with ancestors, with our honor, our history.
  6. Such as it may be. Away from this universe. Now he looks my way. Now he realizes.
  7. I fire. The bolts wrap him in curls of positronic lightning. Wherever they touch, they paralyze, numb; they encircle his head last, and his eyes are fixed on me, expressing no surprise—expressing nothing.
  8. After a moment of silent protest, he collapses to the floor. Even now, I wonder if he expected this, planned for it; ever the master at strategy, ever the genius at the finest of tactics.
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  10. Halo: Silentium Ch 34
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