Seek The Truth

Heavy footsteps sounded off on the pavement, as the man went from passerby to passerby, halting them momentarily before moving on, an apology offered for their trouble. Beneath the (plastic) helmet, the man’s expression was calm, with hints of frustration beginning to grow. It had been a little over an hour and yet a very simple question was going unanswered. It was as though the very concept of what he was asking seemed to go over the citizens heads, most of them giving the man a quizzical look. To anyone else, the lack of aid would be infuriating. To Jameson Locke, it was just another trouble in his growing pile. He moved to the next person, this one a girl, with an air a bit more distinct than the other citizens he had spoken to up to that point.

A galaxy in chaos, madness spreading across the stars, a new threat that endangered all free life as they knew it. And in the midst of it all, two of the greatest heroes every known, Spartan 117, known as the Master Chief and the Sangheili, Thel ‘Vadam, more well known as the Arbiter, disappear. And who better to find them than the Spartan who helped intertwine their considerable legends again?

Hive City. The notion of its existence seemed absurd, but Jameson Locke was almost entirely convinced that this was where both of those heroes were currently residing. It was the only possibly explanation for their complete and utter disappearance. How did such an illusive world exist, separated from all physical and spacial forms of travel aside from the one of their particular choosing? What dictated the need or desire to bring new people into their absurd little world? From where else were these residents being pulled?

Too many questions, and a long line to follow for the answers, too long when it came to the point of what truly mattered; locating 117 and the Arbiter and their immediate return to their world, the world that was currently under siege by the constructs they created themselves. With a little grimace at the toy he had been given as a “weapon” and the plastic mockery of his MJOLNIR that he was currently wearing - not like he was wearing something else before he left - he hefted his helmet back on, speaking to no one in particular, just out of habit...

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