EliteCommander

The Cradle

Though he was halfway across the room when they started talking, Nirann seemed to have no trouble overhearing Marae and Freyr’s discussion. On Rothia, he had always used his holographic avatar outside the simulation, but this time, it was heavy, metal footsteps they would hear as he approached. He could not always be guaranteed to have access to the local network on Outremer, so he had uploaded into a Rothian military droid for their stay on Outremer.

“You know, I might be able to help keep our numbers down even more.” Nirann remarked. Already, Marae was glaring at him, to which he put up both hands. “I know, I know, dear. But you know, everyone has their strengths, and mine is being able to carry out more digital operations in a second than you could even think of in an hour. Chances are, I can do the jobs your volunteers are going to do well enough to let them stay in safety. And if we stay in communication, with all the experts we have giving me instruction, I can carry out all those instructions at once.”

Personally, Vreta found himself somewhat surprised at Nirann. His plan did put himself at risk, for the sake of just a few Humans. Vreta did not doubt his capabilities, but most Rothians would be more hesitant about taking such risks. Marae was evidence enough of that. Either way, Vreta knew he would be going in as well. In addition to providing some extra security, the Rothians needed to have a voice present if they needed to speak with the entity again. “Whether it is Nirann or your volunteers with us, I will be there as well.”

The Cradle

Marae sighed, looking slightly away from Freyr. She seemed frustrated, though it was hard to say exactly at what. She could have been frustrated with Freyr’s decisions, or perhaps with the Outreman government for pressing them into this sort of situation. Either way, she could recognize what they could and could not change at this point. It would be best to evacuate the city, or even move the Cradle itself. It would be best to collaborate and design an automated system that could do what they needed it to do, but they did not have time. They did not have the option to do what was best; they would only be able to do what they could.

“Well…look, can we at least do what we can to limit the danger? How much of our team will truly be needed in there? Maybe we should just send only those who absolutely need to be there in person? Everyone else can still keep in contact from here to give advice and lend their expertise. If you want to decide who that would be, well…just think about it this way. This object we have found, and the entity it contains, it is exceptionally advanced. Its programming and hardware architecture is something even I can’t just look at and understand right away. For a being that advanced, if its plan fails, what do you think we would be able to do that it couldn’t? What advice or assistance do you think any of us would be able to give it that it couldn’t already do better than any of us? Whatever those things are, the people responsible for them should be the ones to go in the simulation. Everyone else can stay out here.” Marae suggested. She hoped that sort of compromise would be something they could work with, though if she was being honest, she did not know off the top of her head what they would be able to contribute that the entity could not handle on its own.

The Cradle

Marae had been rather wrapped up in her work as Freyr approached. She had stood to greet the rest of the team from the surface on their arrival, but had gotten right back to work immediately. She switched periodically between several holographic screens floating around her showing diagnostic data from their scans of the Object, the Cradle, and her own simulations. Currently, she seemed to be running an analysis comparing signals observed from the Object with those observed from the Cradle.

“Hmm? Oh, yes, I put Sken’Brara on that.” Marae answered. Briefly, she brought one of the screens off to her side front and center and read through the data. “The object’s behavior is following projections for now. Sken is performing all of the analyses you requested, so the data should be available to you.”

Marae returned just as quickly to the screen she had been watching before, though the look she gave Freyr was notably uncomfortable. “Am I right that you want to observe this little ‘reunion’ between these objects from inside the simulation? Are you quite sure that’s wise? We really don’t know what kind of solution this entity has in mind to fix your Cradle. What if its solution is to reset the whole simulation, with you inside? I know my protocols are ready for field trials, but I want to stress that I don’t know if they will work. Not at this early stage. What do you have to gain that you couldn’t get by observing from out here through automated sensors?”

The Cradle

Vreta supposed the bald man was partially correct. Vreta himself did not have much in the way of integrated weapons, but Rareth was another matter entirely. It was essentially impossible for a Datius to make themselves “safe.” At least, not a Datius of Rareth’s specialties.

Regardless, now that the teams were in the lab, they could actually start getting to work. Personally, Vreta wished he could be more involved in this part of the project. He remembered his own days working R&D on new, experimental technologies. So many experts of different disciplines coming together to push the boundaries of what they would consider possible. If his life had gone differently, he might have been working right alongside Marae and Freyr, but at this point, he just had to trust their expertise.

Freyr was not the only one to find themselves taken in by the otherworldly object just outside their window. Even Rareth paused behind them to look out into the veritable void before them. Vreta had read the descriptions of it, but they did not quite compare to seeing it in person. It’s design was just as much of a mystery as its purpose, and if he was being honest, it did unsettle him. He hoped for the best for this project, but he could not pretend he would not be doing things differently were he in charge. If this were a Rothian project, they would have taken both the Object and the Cradle itself to some faraway planet outside settled space if they wanted to carry out a plan with such unknown results. They would not do it underneath the most populated city on the planet, especially without an evacuation ahead of time. He wondered if it was pride or fear that drove the Human leadership to take these measures.

“It is an unknown variable.” Vreta commented after the others.

The Cradle

Vreta nodded, his memory briefly returning to the start of this crisis. The first encounter with those creatures in the Cradle had been a slaughter. The weapons they used were ineffective against the toughest creatures, and none of them had been prepared for that kind of a fight. Himself least of all. This time, though, they would be going in equipped for war, and any other circumstance they could reasonably, or unreasonably, think of. He had to assume the Humans were doing the same. The Cradle was inherently unpredictable, but they were expecting to have to be adaptable this time. “Let’s just hope that the people we have already lost will be the last to die to this crisis. If all goes well, this will be over soon. If not…let’s just be prepared for anything.”

Once they had came to a stop, Rareth was the first to climb out without a word, which made it considerably easier to maneuver out of the back of the truck. She was a comforting presence for Vreta, but the quality of life issues he faced on Outremer were magnified for her tenfold. Regardless, they were at the vault now and would soon be able to get to work. Looking up at the chromed surface of the cube, Vreta did find the vault to be impressive for a Human construct. They put their best into anything related to the Cradle, which certainly underscored its importance to them. “Yes, let’s hurry. I still think we should avoid any delays we can.”

The Cradle

Vreta did not seem nearly as amused as the bald man. Given his likely associations, his confidence was more unsettling than reassuring. He did not immediately understand his gesture, so he ignored it for now. “This is your planet I am concerned for. I am just trying my best to help keep it and its inhabitants safe. It is wise to search for flaws in one’s own plans.”

As much as he wanted to learn about the man, Vreta doubted he was going to be able to gain any meaningful information. Continuing down that line of conversation would likely just be a waste of effort. He soon turned his attention to Osman instead. “I will make sure to keep that in mind. I’m guessing you know that my people like to be particularly thorough in our preparations. Some of what we have encountered in this project…our preparations have paid off before. Have you been able to read the reports of events on Rothia, Osman?” Vreta asked.

The Cradle

“Hmm, I suppose you are more of an expert on this particular subject than I. My instinct would be to start this process as soon as possible, I simply hope the Object does not do anything…unexpected. There is much we do not know about it.” Vreta remarked, though he reasoned that his feelings on the Object were well-known among the team by this point.

Rareth did not give her opinion, whatever it might have been. Her expression was quite impenetrable, even to Vreta. He did notice the worry in one of the Humans’ expression when looking at her, though that may have just been because she wanted to avoid smashing into her once their ride became more bumpy. On Rareth’s part, her mass gave her substantial inertia, so she just had to keep one hand pressed to the roof to keep herself in place.

In any case, Vreta quickly compared the image of Major Osman’s face to examples from his memory once he heard her name. He had thought it sounded familiar. “Osman, it is good to see you fully recovered. Though, I suppose the Cradle does not leave any permanent marks, as long as you survive the initial injury. I would say that I’m surprised you’re willing to go back into the Cradle after what we went through, but…here I am about to do the exact same thing. I suppose we’re both just a little crazy.” Vreta chuckled.

The Cradle

Vreta gave a sideways glance towards the bald man. Rhia had no file on him, so he was likely an Institute member. He did note that the man was quick to dismiss any notion of wanting to second-guess their plan. It did seem to be the Institute’s position that this reunion between the two objects should happen as soon as possible. That they knew more than what they were letting on seemed to be a given; all that remained to be seen would be if that was a good thing for Outremer and its population.

In any case, there were no objections to getting the group moving again. There were trucks ready to get them to their destination, so under the guidance of their protectors, the science team started to board the trucks. The only condition which Rareth had was that she insisted upon riding in the same truck as Freyr and Vreta. Even out of her armor, she took up no small amount of space, but Vreta would always feel safer with a Datius as a guardian.

Once they were seated, Vreta looked down a Freyr beside him. “Once we get there, how long do you think it will be before we send the object in?”

Halo: Aegis Team

Vael 'Virisusai

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Vael halted in place with his carbine’s sights set firmly on the rebel commander. However, this time, to kill was not his goal, which was enough to give him pause. He was a warrior with immense battlefield experience against some of the most deadly foes the galaxy had to offer. He had seen more in battle than even most Sangheili would experience in their lives, yet he could not deny that this was something new to him. He had a foe in front of him that he could not kill, and in fact, that he needed to save from the weapon in his own hand. For all his battlefield experience, Vael could not deny to himself that this fell outside his array of skills. He would need his team to succeed.

Already, some of Vael’s team took the initiative to act, demonstrating options that Vael himself had not thought of in the moment. The pilot, Tar, matched hostage with hostage. She found one of the rebel’s allies to threaten and did so in clear view of the commander. It seemed dishonorable, but could Vael truly criticize unorthodox tactics in an equally unorthodox situation? The rebel commander had demonstrated considerable concern for his underlings, so it was a clever way to exploit that weakness.

At the same time, out of all his team, Grikgar was the one who seemed able to potentially move himself into position. Even Vael may not have noticed, were it not for his HUD highlighting his ally’s position, but the Unggoy was moving around wide under active camouflage to get behind the Human. The rebel commander was highly aware of his surroundings, looking around constantly to his front and sides. Being alert, he would likely notice an approach even through active camouflage from those angles, but Grik was hanging from the side of the platform to move around behind him. A perilous position, as it was quite a long drop off the side, but it was an approach that could actually work. Many Sangheili would find it foolish to trust such a vital task to an Unggoy, but Vael was aware that Grikgar was not the average Unggoy. Perhaps they did not need to succeed at negotiating with this Human? Perhaps they needed to merely buy time?

For the rebel commander, he only hesitated briefly upon seeing Tar’s hostage. “I know I can’t save everyone, but if you want me, then you’re going to let me save who I can. No arguments. You will let the rest of these dropships launch. Doesn’t matter if you pursue, because you’ll never find them once they’re gone. Then, you radio your people up top and…tell them to focus on the Brutes. They’ll follow that order, and I trust my people to get away on their own. You do that, and let your hostage there go, then I’m yours. Without a hole in my head. I give you my word.”

The Cradle

Though not one of the scientists himself, Vreta, at this point, was closely-involved enough with the project to have an informed opinion. Indeed, he and 595 had been personally closer to the entity than most of the others in the project. “Are you sure that is worth the risk, Freyr? We don’t know how much energy this object has left. If it thinks it has accessed the Cradle, it might expend more energy than it can afford to lose. If we are choosing to trust this entity, then we don’t want to hurt it.”

Based on their current course, Vreta felt his concerns were justified. Although, he would be lying if he said he was certain about the course they had chosen. Especially knowing more of the history of the Cradle, it seemed like a risky object to work with in any capacity. Rhia had started searches on public networks to identify each and every person they saw who was there to greet them on the platform, so he was fairly certain he could tell which ones were Institute personnel based on which ones had redacted files. He had no more trust now for the Institute than he had at the start of the project, so he was curious about how they would react to what he had to say next.

“And that is a key word: if.” Vreta continued. “I don’t think there are any guarantees, here. I feel it should be known that we do not know what will happen when the object interfaces with the Cradle. We know the object is technologically similar to the Cradle, certainly related, but we only have the entity’s word for what it will do. This could conceivably harm your world as much as it could help it. Just…be sure you are okay with that risk. If you feel we can trust it, then I think we should start quickly and keep it from having to wait any longer.”

Rareth nodded in wordless agreement to Vreta. In this case, they were agreed about the risks, but it was ultimately the Humans’ risk to take. “Marae and her team are already set up in the lab. We can send them the codex you mentioned, or you can simply get in there and get started right away.”