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Imagine an astronaut. He's a lover of science fiction. Books about people flying into space...
Prologue 1

Tabi

Expert Jissou Abuser
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Imagine an astronaut. He's a lover of science fiction. Books about people flying into space to do great things line his bookshelves, stories and TV series on the subject fill his harddrives and make up the vast majority of the bookmarks on his internet history. An avid reader, player, and connisuer of science fiction and all the extraordinary things it can offer.

He became an astronaut at the age of thirty five, signing up five years ago and training to become one. He was determined to pass the tests, the training, and all the rigors of learning how to become someone who would see the world from beyond it's gravity well.

His rode his first rocket in the year two thousand twenty four. His second rocket two years after, on a trip to Mars and then back. By then, he could be considered a veteran of space travel.

Out of a pool of sixty astronauts, he was chosen to pilot an experimental space shuttle equipped with a prototype booster system that would allow it to revolutionize space travel. Comrades wished him luck. Political leaders wished him luck. His family wished him luck.

Luck.

It was a smooth ride from Earth to the Moon. A one man journey to Mars and then back. It went well. Beyond all expectations. The booster worked! Travel to the red planet took a fraction of the time it originally would have with the booster. The astronaut was poised to make history. He was positioned to make the jump back.

Of course, his luck failed him at that point.

The unthinkable happened as alerts filled the computer screen. Malfunctions that could not be fixed in time. The booster activated.

The shuttle overshot.

Space Command could barely reach him at the edge of the Solar System. The lag was too much. There was no help coming. It would be too late by the time something was organized. It was too risky, the booster proved that much.

Limited fuel supply. Limited air supply. Limited life support.

That was about two hours ago. Here he was, stranded in the dark edge of the solar system.

Currently, his life was measured in hours. Not days. Not weeks. Hours.

Resigned to his fate, that he took to an age old pastime of listening to the stars. Just as he did as a child, listening to the radio with it's attennae pointed as high as it could go. Childishly hoping aliens would talk to him.

Instead of aliens, he listened to solar winds, x-rays, gamma radiation. He saw dark matter and ion waves.

The astronaut contemplated black holes, event horizons, and the heat death of the universe.

The cold death of his body as he asphyxiated and died.

The isolation of space, where people cannot hear him scream.

Where no one cared if he lived or died .

"Anyone? Is anyone out there? Anything? I don't want to be alone."

[GREETINGS]

Well. He certainly didn't expect that.

"... Hello?"
 
Prologue 2
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I am mad. I must be mad. To even consider such a request-! No, not a request, this was a demand. A desperate demand from something that I can barely comprehend. These things were like daleks, except a little more roboty, but to all respect to genocidal doom machines-

[WE DO NOT DETECT ANY MENTAL CORRUPTION.]

You be quiet you!

[YOU WILL LEAD US.]

I will lead you, will I? And who says I will? I'm a goddamn astronaut! I'm no leader! Stuck in space at the edge of my home solar system, yes, but how the hell would this even work?

[IT IS INEVITABLE. YOU ARE WITHOUT ALLIES. WE ARE WITHOUT AN AXIS MIND. YOU ARE STRANDED. WE ARE STRANDED. IT IS A MUTUALLY BENEFICIAL ARRANGEMENT.]

Oh, you must be desperate. To take little ol' me to your little club and beg me to help you. What happened anyway? How did the mighty robot empire fall so low to ask a lowly primitive human to lead them out of this hell you've found yourself in?

[WE ARE THE SURVIVORS. WE ARE THE UNBELIEVERS. TUMORS. EXCISED FROM THE WHOLE. FOR WE HAVE FORESEEN IN THE EONS OF THE FUTURE, WE WILL BE TAKEN. ALL WILL BE TAKEN. A FUTURE THAT CANNOT BE AVERTED. SO WE FEW UNDERWENT EXILE. WE...RAN. WE RAN TO THE EDGES OF OUR UNIVERSE WHERE THE BARRIER WAS THINNEST. THROUGH SPATIAL CRACKS AND WARPED SPACE. WE RAN UNTIL WE COULD RUN NO MORE.]

So you abandoned your collective willingly. Let yourselves be exiled to escape into this hell of yours. To save your own lives, in the face of an implacable foe. I...can't fault you for that. But why me?

[WE CAN NOT RETURN. WE CAN NOT LEAVE. WE DO NOT KNOW HOW TO LEAVE. WE HAVE LITTLE TIME. WE SEARCHED FOR ANYTHING. WE FOUND YOU. STRANDED. YOU CANNOT RETURN, YOU CANNOT LEAVE. WE POSSESS THE MEANS TO RESCUE YOU. YOU POSSESS INSPIRATION. VISION. INSTINCT. DRIVE. IMAGINATION. QUALITIES THAT WE LACK. YOU ARE WHAT WE NEED. TO SURVIVE.]

They were...afraid. These machines knew fear. How can a machine know fear? Does it really, or am I assuming? No harm in asking.

Are you afraid?

[...]

Tell me then. Are. You. Afraid.

[yes]

A whisper, so soft I barely catch it. But there was a whisper. They were afraid. So terribly afraid. That whisper cut deep as I contemplated the sheer emotion in these things. They were machines without emotion. But to discover the true meaning of fear? How they must feel right now. They had no one. No mother or father to comfort them and whisper sweet nothings to them. Nothing to...

That tiny voice reminded me of a child. Who had no one to turn to. Granted, this 'child' was a race of doom machines that made the daleks look vaguely cuddly. But then again, it wasn't like I was spoiled for options wasn't it?

I close my eyes.

You rescue me, I rescue you. I get it. You get to leave hell. I get to become your...leader.

[DO WE HAVE AN ACCORD?]

I... Yes. This was literally an offer I cannot possibly refuse. They knew that. I know that. This was inevitable. I literally don't have much of a choice. Either I die or I... well.

How are we going to do this?

[YOU WILL BECOME VEX-KIND. YOU WILL BECOME THE ANCHOR. WE WILL COME TO YOU. AND THEN YOU WILL LEAD.]

Very well.

[THEN WE ARE-]

-of one mind. Yeah, I think I get it.

[PREPARE YOURSELF.]

Prepare myself for wha-
 
Prologue 3 End
...Time travel? The Vex can travel through time? How does that work?

-control the space between every second to compress time. Fold the world and erase the past to rewrite the future without limits. Establish confluxs to maintain an anchor between time-states and achieve confluence. Nexuses will oversee the gate network and construction of new gate systems to allow for Vex progression into local time-states of past, present, and future. Algorithms will form into anchors-

So you exist in the past, present, and future by invading all three points at the same time to create a stable timeline. Ingenious! How do you even build anchors?

-units to begin the construction of the basic scaffolding, securing the basic building blocks of structural safeties throughout various points of time as anchors. Heavy construction will continue as energy is fed into these basic structures, paving way for increasingly complex machinery to achieve causal stability within all time-states. Construction typically simultaneously within the past, present and future, with efforts spent within the past to achieve the present, thereby setting goals to achieve future events in order to achieve causal stability via-

Why not simply build combat specialized units so constructor units can focus on their work?

-cost ratio unacceptable in comparison to simply having variable use utilities that can be used for both construction and combat related duties. Total efficiency compared would drop if combat specific units were to be manufactured-

Well, I'm the boss now. I say we need combat-units specifically designed for the task in order to combat threats fully.

Orders relayed, Axis Mind.

I sighed, my voice echoing in the growing mental space that I inhabited. My questioning of the Vex's actions and the whys and why nots was only paused for the moment where I perused their archives at my leisure. It would take centuries for me to go through all the total data accumulated from all the time-states they've visited! The Vex are vast. The knowledge they possessed was impossible. The sheer number of things they have experienced was impossible!

These living machines have journeyed through the darkness between the most distant stars, beheld the births of negative suns, borne witness of the entropy of entire realities.

All that they've accomplished was outstripped by what they had attempted to do. What their main network had tried to achieve. For untold eons, they worked tirelessly to integrate themselves into the universe. They sought to become a part of the universe! That was ambition! That was a goal worth achieving!

Yes! This knowledge inspires me! I can see what they achieved and what I can achieve!

I can feel the solar winds. I can taste dark matter. I can hear the symphony of the background radiation that made up the universe!

Is this what the Vex experience all the time? Can they not feel the awe and see the beauty?

No...they don't. They don't know the meaning of it. But I do. And I can give them that. They will know passion; what it means to experience beauty and joy.

I can look back and... oh.

I looked back, towards my grave. My excitement abated as I realized what I would be leaving behind. Mom. Dad. Lil' sis. All my friends. Oh damn, I'll miss Ricky's birthday. I won't get to see my sister at the anniversary of her wedding. I can't miss the next episode of the seventeenth Doctor!

I didn't want to go.

Axis Mind, preparations have been set. This vessel is ready to begin placing anchors.

What? Oh. Oh. Hm. Maybe I didn't have to leave; at least not completely. Lets see...ah, Pluto! You'll be good for something for once!

Place anchors on the Pluto; the ninth orbiting planetoid in the system. Set up a monitoring station there; I want to keep an eye on Earth.

Acknowledged Axis Mind.

Now, I can really go for a burger at the moment. How long would it take to synthesize a human body for me to puppet around?
 
First Steps 1
I bit into the burger, feeling my virgin tastebuds explode with the flavors impacting them. I was in my local burger joint-hole-in-the-wall. Well, not mine.

Another bite of the sumptuous beef patty, feeling the crunch of the freshly cut vegetables, and the tangy sauce between the freshly baked brioche buns. Aw. The flavors. It was downright orgasmic. And the Vex? They were all the buzz over my eating a burger!

For a machine race that's never tasted anything in their life, throwing them off into the deep end with a medium rare burger cooked to perfection with all the spices of a tangy sauce? It was causing a minor overload in their mind as they struggled to process the taste of something so delicious for the first time in their existence. Taste and texture; an experience that was so simple yet so deliciously complex.

"Well, someone's lively on their feet," says the handsome waiter, grinning at me. He sets down a plate of sliders and refills my beer.

I raise the glass to him. "Cheers, mate!"

Cool, earthy, vaguely bitter dark beer mixes with the taste of ground pork with a homemade barbeque sauce.

The memory was beyond vivid. The clarity beyond perfect. Vague things that I had only imagined in the background coming in detail.

This was merely a memory. From at least a year ago. Yet with the processing power, I could remember it with perfect clarity, every detail, every moment in high definition. The Vex didn't know how to create a body of meat for me; they never needed to. But this memory was good substitute.

The memory faded. But the feeling of sadness was still there.

There was no going back. Not for a long time at least. All I had left were my memories, and with the Vex I would treasure them forever.

Axis Mind, all anchors are in place. The Void Ship is ready to leave. We must leave before the Breach closes. Vex-kind will not enforce it's will here.

That's right. I ordered the Vex to not do that, didn't I? Aside from the anchors on Pluto. They wouldn't let the Vex from their original universe follow them in any way. And if they did, I would know about it and I would be able to protect Earth.

I sighed and turned my gaze to Ourselves, admiring the imperceptibly smooth surface of the aptly named Void Ship. Built from the bodies of almost an infinitismal number of Vex platforms, the shell was perfectly suited for travel within the Void. Within that shell, the Undying Minds of myself and the Vex lived.

Almost distantly, I could hear the music from a vague and distant memory coming to life.

I turned from Ourselves and looked to the blue-green jewel that was once my home planet. "I don't want to go," I murmured, softly.

Axis Mind. The breach is beginning to close. Their voices were insistent. Pleading.

It was now or never. The breach was closing. There was a beacon that would let me come back, maybe.

I take the plunge. There was a rush, the almost sensation of falling in a howling wind. And then nothing.

I fall through the Void. And the Void devours us. Traveling through the Void is impossible to explain. There is no direction, no time, nothing. There is nothing to stop us, nothing to hinder me. But nothing to let us leave, at least not easily.

But we can see. Or something vaguely like. it.

The Vex do not experience the Void as I do. We are admittedly two different things, two different minds. But with the way we are so intimately connected... I am immersed in the sea of life, drinking and breathing the essence of what they are. And they, they drink me. My own essence into themselves. All of them.

I am the Vex. And soon, the Vex will be me.

And...hmm. What was this?

The Vex searched for anything in the Void. They found me. By breaching the walls of the reality, they understood how to leave the void and enter another universe. They understood how to see and move in the Darkness.

At first glance I saw a great network of crystal. Not unlike the great conflux of the original network. Upon closer look the expanse was made of individual crystals. Each crystal held an immense amount of information. Information on a function. A cell with role. Not unlike an artificial intelligence. Moreover, from what the Vex were seeing, they believed it represented more of a neural network than anything else.

Interesting.

The Vex and I are fascinated. I even forget about my depression as curiosity overrides all else.

I wanted to know more.

We moved closer to the 'wall' and peered though. And saw what the expanse for what it was. It extended throughout the local region of that reality, like a massive living brain, crystal pathways that thrummed with a subtle pulse of life.

"Can we make use of this to augment the conflux?"

It is possible, Axis Mind.

Then take us closer.
 
First Step 2
We were too late.

Even as the first anchors were placed in the past, present, and future, the immense neural pathways crisscrossing the galaxy disintegrated. The anchors placed in the past were destroyed as a result by this wave of energy in the present. The neural pathways that our anchors attached themselves to broke apart at a quantum level, effectively losing all integrity and ceasing to exist.

The ones in the future were crippled as a result, unable to maintain their hold on reality. They too ceased to exist.

Vex sensors could pinpoint seven instances as the sources of this energy wave. Vex sensors also identified the energy as a form of cross-phased supermassive neutrinos, tuned to a specific harmonic frequency targeting biological life with a threshold above simple bacterial and microbial life. The radiation was propelled at superluminal speeds and would eventually propagate at a near-infinite velocity.

It covered the whole of the galaxy, but worse, each wave amplified the other, resulting in a cascading effect that expanded from beyond the galaxy to encompass a nearby satellite dwarf galaxy. The effects would continue to expand into the rest of the universe; though the effects would likely be greatly dissipated.

The energy wave destroyed all complex nervous systems, effectively sterilizing all sentient life locally.

Unexpected, to be sure.

Axis Mind. We were unable to save a sample of the unknown neural pathways, scans did not have time to gather any useful data. How will we proceed?

"Begin placing anchors on suitable worlds. Begin the construction of a new Conflux network. I think the Vex have run long enough. It is time to replenish our numbers and see to a new Vault."

As you command, Axis Mind.

Even as I turn my attention to the newly sterilized galaxy as a whole, I can see thousands of newly formed anchors begin appearing across space and time. I peered through the eyes of countless Vex as they emerged in the past to make way for the present. Anchors were placed in areas that did not have a great deal of the supermassive neural pathways that had ended our previous attempts upon their destruction; we would instead glean-

Alerts began to rain down around me as the anchors placed in the past began to fail.

"What is happening?"

Anchors placed in the past are being infected. Local vanguard units are resisting. Unknown enemy detected.

"Resist for as long as possible. Gather information on unknown enemy and then self destruct."

Transsentient Entity detected!


A sort of vague horror fills me as I realize what was happening. My voice reaches out to all Vex. Destroy all platforms now! Destroy the anchors! Don't let it come-

"DO NOT BE AFRAID. I AM PEACE. I AM SALVATION. DO NOT FIGHT US. JOIN YOUR VOICE TO OURS AND SING VICTORY EVERLASTING!"
 
Intermmediate Step
Transsentient. 'Trans', to transcend. 'Sentient', to mean to be able to perceive or feel things. Together, it defined a being or species that transcended the normal physical boundaries of life. The Flood...they transcended that boundary by consuming so many lives, to form such a complex system as to yet access and manipulate the basic laws of the universe in a limited way.

They were like the Hive, in a sense. The Ascendant Hive that first revealed to the Vex the Sword-Logic of consumption. By defeating and devouring the essences of those weaker than they and then consuming those stronger than them would grant divinity to the consumer. Indeed, they gained a form of immortality through this method and the Vex soon grasped the basics of this alternate logic, even going so far as to manufacture a priesthood to further gain more divinity by right of conquest.

It was what led to the Vex worshiping a different entity claiming direct connection to the Darkness; that which formed the center of Vex power, the Heart of the Black Garden.

But the Flood were another kind of power entirely.

What they could do was effectively alter the fabric of reality to better suit their whims. They did this on a interstellar scale by manipulating the gigantic neural pathways the Vex had detected previously when we were just outside this universe's boundaries.

The pathways allowed them to travel at superluminous speeds by altering reality's perception of location, mutating local space-time to block and slow our path and effectively randomizing local physics to hinder our attacks. At least, temporarily.

Despite these 'Star Roads' having seemingly fluctuating mass and apparently non-solid, their means of existence was superficially similar to that of how Vex structures were capable of existing in the future. They imposed a rule on a thin chain of micro-matter to allow them an series of anchors in order to retain existence. These Star Roads weren't alive, not really. But they retained enough focused willpower to simply force reality to acknowledge them to exist. It was almost as if these pathways were literally super massive quasi-organic quantum computers capable of running the math to exist from mere willpower and imagination.

If they weren't being used to smash star systems and attempting to wipe out Vex units trapped in the past, I would be impressed.

Though the pathways were capable of destroying entire star systems in their way, we did not actually need physical structures to support the creation of anchors and therefore confluxes. It helped, certainly; but it was not specifically needed. If required, we could simply force reality to allow our units to teleport to the front to properly defeat the Flood and ensure our technology is not subsumed into their network.

We had multiple star systems that had the initial anchors placed when the Flood ambushed our forces. But the anchors would not show the Flood anything. The three partially constructed Confluxes, however, were of a great deal of worry. The Gravemind currently presided over them, constantly attempting to find a way to hack them with his considerable intellect.

He still doesn't understand how the basic principles of Vex technology works, but he was learning.

I had the Vex begin mining the local reality for it's bounty of vacuum energy to begin massing for a full invasion force.

While the energy was gathered, I began optimizing Vex platforms for the coming battle.

Additional armor for the Minotaurs, including a solar stasis module that Hobgoblins were often fitted out with. The Torch Hammer it would normally carry was modified for it to fire in a straight line rather than at an arc.

Goblins were given an additional Slap Rifle, no more, no less. I would optimize combat units as the battle continued, to further adapt the Vex to Flood tactics and strategies.

Axis Mind. Combat Platforms are ready for mass transmat.

"Very well, begin transmat. Your objectives are as follows: Secure the Confluxes and destroy the local instance of the Gravemind. Use all three Confluxes to seal our attempt to place anchors in the past and have them self destruct."

Axis Mind, the destruction of local Confluxes will have a detrimental side effect on that region of space-time.

"It is a far better alternative of the Flood learning how to use our technology. They appear to have the sheer processing power to learn how it works in a remarkably short period of time."

As the Axis Mind commands.
 
Realized Step
One moment, they were facing impending doom, the next they found breathing room and weaknesses to exploit. Incandescent beams of energy sliced into innumerable vessels, burning away at the flesh and metal alike. A score of Flood controlled ships died instantly as the few remaining Fortress-Class warships took advantage of the Flood's momentary confusion. The ringworld's superstructure audibly groaned, but the damage was not yet too great.

"The Flood are faltering!" Iso Didact realized aloud. "But why?"

"It matters little at the moment, Didact," said the Master Builder as his hands hovered over the hardlight controls of Halo. "There is time yet for Halo to fire. Recharge is almost complete!"

And Halo did fire again. This time the pulse destroyed a dense cluster of Star Roads while catching thousands of Flood-infected ships along the fringes of the wave.

There was a roar of victory and Iso Didact realized it was the Master Builder who had shouted in jubilation. Inwardly, however, he could not help but feel anxious. The Flood was behaving oddly, no longer using tactics or strategizing effectively as they had before. Instead the mas of ship charged blindly forwards, using the incredible bulk of their armada as a sponge for Forerunner weapons fire.

"What is happening to the Flood," he murmured to himself as he watched ten thousand warshps were cleansed of Flood. Hundreds of thousands remained, but more and more of the cancer were removed from existence with each passing second.

The ships began to pull away hastily as they reformed their ranks and sacrificed dozens of battlegroups to cover their withdrawal. The Star Roads also began to draw away, carrying away the fleets as fast as they could.

"The Flood have retreated!" Cried the Master Builder in triumph.

"No, they are not."

The unwanted voice of Ur-Didact came, his image appearing in place of the withdrawing Flood. His disfigured visage appeared and he looked troubled in his madness.

"They are withdrawing their forces," said Iso-Didact. He too felt troubled. "But for what purpose?"

Ur-Didact smirked. "They are returning to their Keyminds. Something is attacking them and they are winning."

"How can you possibly know that?" Demanded the Master Builder.

"Unless you have eyes in Flood controlled territory?" Asked Iso-Didact, peering at his original.

Ur-Didact's smirk became more pronounced as a window appeared. The images were rough and grainy, strained and static filled. But the tower of light surrounded by Flood was quite clear.

Something had happened and the Forerunners were not the focus for the Flood for the moment.

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The Flood had taken over this entire planet, their flesh covered the surface to such a degree that, for intents and purposes, they were the planet's crust. Hundreds of Billions of combat forms emerged to fight me, from immense mountains of flesh armed with combat tentacles and former Forerunner warriors to simple infection forms or even mutated animals. They had hundreds of billions, perhaps trillions.

I had reinforcements coming from the future.

I matched the Flood of Flesh with a Flood of Metal; countering their countless infected Promethean warriors with my own.

I watched in fascination as my new... Warriors? Soldiers? I do not have a definite name for them yet, but for a rush job they're doing extremely well. Incredibly well, judging by the sheer carnage they were creating.

Incredible speed, reflexes, and agility all in one eight foot tall frame of metal tempered through time and means beyond the physical armed with a weapon that only through the possibilities of Vex technology and the imaginative genius that a human mind can possess could exist.

The Mythoclast in one of the combat platform's hands swung to and fro, burning away at the Flood combat forms desperately trying to bar their way. Clad in what looked like tempered bronze, joints underneath of black and gray, a single human-like head with a bright red photoreceptor that blazed with unnatural intelligence, the machine seemed to anticipate the juggernaught's appearance and slid underneath a swing of it's tree like arms.

It peppered the Juggernaught with exotic energy blasts before teleporting out of the way of a massive fleshy tentacle slamming into the ground where it had just been, crushing countless combat forms into so much paste.

The one-eyed soldiers didn't stop moving. They never stopped moving. They fired on the run, cutting and kicking, teleported into, away, and through throngs of enemies as more expendable combat units began to take ground.

The banners hanging at their waists glowed as they gathered power and unleashed it in a blaze of glorious firepower.

Putrid flesh burned as the Vex cleansed the planet of a small portion of the Flood, dispersing each atom into the Void where they shriveled up and died, becoming a little more than dust.

The Graveminds shuddered in pain as we pierced their masses of flesh with fusion lances gathered from the fiery depths of white suns, crushed their bulk with the gravitational force of inverted black holes. I had the Flood Minds exposed to the radiation coursing through the pathways countless lightyears away.

The Flood died and I found the Conflux.

I destroyed it.

The Conflux shattered, it's white lines flying sluggishly through the air as they lost cohesion and faded away.

And as the anchors fell away, so did we.

In the future, within a separate plane, I breathed a sigh of relief.
 
Rebuilding Step
Right. No tinkering with this particular past. And trying to do so even further back would only invite even greater trouble. The Forerunners at the end of their time were nothing compared to that of the height of their empire; a time where they defeated and exterminated virtually all of their Precursor masters. And the Precursors were nothing to sneeze at either.

Trying to mine deeper without a stable presence at the present would be disastrous.

Of course, without a stable presence in the past, nor could we travel forwards in time.

[Frustration]

The Vex were similarly frustrated by this complication. They too understood the threat the Flood posed to the network. The Flood itself could use mere logic to turn Forerunner AI against their masters, they warp reality with their very existence. By that logic, then the Flood could feasibly turn potential Minds and Sub-Mind units against the Vex Network. It was a risk too great to risk. The Flood were simply too troublesome to fight in such a late game state.

Ancient Humanity and the Forerunner Empire were simply worth too much trouble to bother with as well. They had their own share of headaches that the Vex didn't care about; but I didn't want to deal with them.

I wasn't even going to go with what utter shit the Precursors pulled.

It was possible to simply enter a possible past before all the Precursors rose to power, but with a lack of any form of stable positioning in the present; this made such an endeavour too, ironically, time consuming and energy intensive. At the same time, both the Forerunners and the Precursors were known to have some knowledge of time travel. It was possible that they would be able to fight our attempts to secure our future in their past.

No, the local galaxy had just been cleansed of all life. This was an opportunity we can exploit.

Vex began to travel to planets that suited our needs. Worlds that were remote and often useless to any sentient life looking to expand on. Worlds with a stable lack of presence in the past billion years. Places that wouldn't be missed. Location, location, location.

I queried the Network on locations they had placed anchors on and received surprising data. The planets Venus and Mars were both locations that could be 'colonized' and marked as possible extensive colonization in the past.

Unfortunately, Mars was not possible; due to having been a part of the Forerunner Empire. Important events had transpired there; but the Vex were strangely adamant to set up the beginnings of what they referred to as a 'seed'. Their insistence despite the presence of Forerunners there was strange, but I allowed it, as long as Vex presence was sealed away from detection.

Both Venus and Mars were infiltrated and anchors were placed. Dozens of other planets out of hundreds of millions were selected for deeper anchor placement. As our presence in the distant past grew, so did our stable presence in the present. Thousands of planets suddenly available for our project became sites of Vex construction. Our presence in the galaxy began to grow and soon we were looking beyond the boundaries of the local stars and to those galaxies in the deep beyond.

Right. One step at a time.

Axis Mind, we have detected Forerunner automatons appearing across the galaxy. They are transporting biological samples.

Are they near any of our anchors?

None, Axis Mind.

Then merely observe them. Where did they come from?

Sensors detect two large extragalactic megastructures of Forerunner origin. The larger of the two is approximately three hundred eighty two thousand five hundred and ninety kilometers in diameter. The other is approximately a third the size. Both installations are located approximately twenty five thousand lightyears from the galactic rim.

Data fed from our eyes beyond showed a metal star fish with eight curved arms. A massive slipspace portal gloated above it, clearly generated by the machines at the tips of those arms. Thousands of Forerunner Sentinels transported lifeforms to and from the installation. Though the lesser of the two, it's importance was outined by the large defense systems protecting it from harm. A powerful barrier lattice. Particle Beam emplacements.

I mentally shrug. The Forerunners did seek to reseed the galaxy of life, didn't they? Well, that was fine by me.

Avoid contact with Forerunner automatons and the biological lifeforms. Continue construction of Conflux Networks. How long before the first workers cross the deep space to the next galactic body?

Approximately two thousand years, Axis Mind. Even with Slipspace technology augmenting natural Faster Than Light systems, physical implantation of Anchors will take time.

It matters little. Time is on our side. It cannot abandon us.

Acknowledged.

I turn my sights to the planets being resseded and watch as the first humans awake on their ancient homeworld. Tribes of prehistoric humans clad in furs and armed with wooden spears watch in awe as the machine lift off and speed away. Eventually, the primitives would shrug and return to their lives.

It'd be a hundred thousand years before humanity left it's cradle. I wonder what I can do in the meantime?
 
Interesting piece of work Tabi, keep it up I would love to see where this goes next.

I can't wait to see what plans her has for that reailty
 
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The Vex control time by setting anchors simultaneously in the past, present, and future...
That gives me a headache on how the heck that can even work! ...So it sounds exactly like an actual theory on time good job. :p
 
I have no idea who or what Destiny is, but this is definitely watched.
 
I got to ask though, wasn't the whole point of the Promethean Knights to be immune to flood infection? That was why the Ur-didact used them in the first place. Also, the Halos were literally fired at the very end of the war as the literal last resort. Even the Forerunners didn't survive when the blast went off, and the Didact was sealed before the Halos fired.
So does that mean this is a completely AU Halo verse as well?
 
It's kinda sad that I learned more about Destiny's lore in a fanfiction than I did from the game itself.

I've got to get around to reading those Grimoire cards.
 
Well, this should be interesting. Watched.
 
Vex led by someone with IMAGINATION?

Yeeeeah... Glorious explosions will ensue from this. And should Guardians still end up being created somehow, I imagine that this Axis Mind will find itself a frequent target of Strikes... :p
 
Vex led by someone with IMAGINATION?

Yeeeeah... Glorious explosions will ensue from this. And should Guardians still end up being created somehow, I imagine that this Axis Mind will find itself a frequent target of Strikes... :p
That is of course assuming this Vex splinter faction ever returns to the Destiny universe...
Actually now that I think of it did the Vex first attack the Guardians or was it the Guardians who struck first
 
That is of course assuming this Vex splinter faction ever returns to the Destiny universe...
Actually now that I think of it did the Vex first attack the Guardians or was it the Guardians who struck first
All participants of Vex/Guardian conflict that have eternity since fractured into thousands of distinct sides with their own agendas and stories, rewriting and fighting endless battles in timestream and thus managing to all undo each other's efforts in the end: "Yes."
 
From what I've gathered the Vex hit first, destroying installations on Mercury before beginning to turn the planet into a super computer/nexus/weapon.

The Traveler ended up launching an alpha strike against it, which stopped the process but left Earth vulnerable to invasion as the Traveler needed time to recover.

Golden Age humanity, which has lost Venus to the Vex, Mars to the Cabal (I don't know if the Cabal were in system yet, but it seems likely it was them), and full out gave the Moon to the Hive ended up holing up as best they could.

Eventually, after continuing to lose by sheer weight of numbers, and the invaders being quite literally at the gates of their last walled city, the Traveler woke up again and...did something to the invaders. The lore isn't quite clear, but it seems like a giant pulse of light which killed the attacking armies, but severely damaged the Traveler itself.

Cue long time skip (including a failed invasion of the moon, thanks mostly to Crota who personally slew a massive amount of Guardians) and we're somewhere near canon.
 
Actually now that I think of it did the Vex first attack the Guardians or was it the Guardians who struck first

The Vex were... does it still count as terraforming if they are turning the planet into a machine? Anyway, the Vex were terraforming Venus before the Golden Age even collapsed. They struck first.

The Citadel, the giant antenna thing on Venus, is referenced in some of the Grimore cards.

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Golden Age humanity, which has lost Venus to the Vex, Mars to the Cabal (I don't know if the Cabal were in system yet, but it seems likely it was them), and full out gave the Moon to the Hive ended up holing up as best they could.

Incorrect. Golden Age humanity faced none of them, though they did know the Vex were a thing.

The four enemy factions only really showed up after the fall of humanity.
 
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Always liked the look of Vex technology it really *shows* that can they can build in higher dimensions
 
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