Loquen Nar 'Lulkam

have to worry about the politics.

Disabling his sword, Loquen returns it to the thigh armor where it had been resting. As blasphemous as his words may be, it would not hurt to show he had no ill intent.

“What are you doing here on this world, Spirit of Ceaseless Glory?“

all what God laughs at the notion of their own worship? The Arbiter was right.

“No,” he began slowly, but steadily. Not hostile but far from pleasant. “For you are real and I know the gods to be false.”

It was… liberating to say it aloud. No matter the consequences. To speak the truth and not -

Of all the twists the galaxy could have thrown at Loquen. He could tell just by looking at her, that she was a Forerunner. His whole life had been spent searching for their artifacts and worshiping them.

Oddly enough he did find some comfort from her laughter. The Forerunners were not gods. After-

Loquen had his blade pointed at her the moment, she finally revealed herself and landed on the floor. The same could not be said for his two guards. One had been so awestruck by the encounter that they not moved an inch while another quickly deactivated their sword and bowed to the Forerunner.

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path, as we have for millennia and will for millennia more.”

At least neither guard seemed too incensed at his words. That alone seemed worthy of celebration later. Should there be a later.

tensions between the devout and the non believers.

“Were you to ask me that in the past, I would proudly stated it was the gods. The Forerunners. The ones who claimed the very holy land we trod upon. Now I make no such claims to have such knowledge. Now I only know that we each must walk our own -

trap. Only they were so slippery and deceitful to decide now was a time for riddles.

“I will play your game.“

If only to buy more time. What was taking these Banshee’s so long?

The question was difficult and one that could easily shatter the unity he had been struggling to build. Reignite-

the sky, trying in vain to spot the stranger. The yellow light that bathed him was a stark contrast to the blue that covered his two guards.

“Does your shame know no end? That only hidden from view and shielded by anonymity do you dare speak?”

Perhaps he was mistaken and this was some San'Shyuum -

Even as foreign as it sounds, Loquen knows laughter when he hears it. Yet it is unlike any other species he had observed. Perhaps it is a rare breed of human? It is the only thing he can think of.

“We are asking you. Is that not one and the same?”

Still defiant, Loquen’s gaze was lifted towards-

the state of Sanghelios as a result of these human AI, perhaps he would feel less amusement over it.

“It is too large a risk. The demon will have to suffice. I thank you for your counsel. It has been most invaluable.”

regard. If he is given misinformation he knows it has all been for naught. If he is given nothing or perhaps even receives things of use, then perhaps there could be a bargain struck.

None could be said for the human’s artificial intelligence. A blight on the entire galaxy. If Khovo had seen-

engage with him, but he did not expect that to trickle down. Especially by one experienced in politics.

“You have a narrow mind for what constitutes the worst but we shall see what this Dayne has to say.”

The opporu would be illuminating for one reason or another. Khovo was correct in that-

“Is that not all the more reason to be wary? Surely their finest would not much enjoy delivering us aid if they have any other choice?”

His own people were hesitant to put their faith and trust onto the humans, and they had suffered but a fraction of what humanity has. Their leaders may have to-

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Hard to fathom why Jul 'Mdama held such sway when humans like this existed.

Nearly impossible really.

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prohibit them."

no better choice than I will heed your counsel."

The suggestion of turning to the human's AI disgusts him, and he makes no attempt to hide such disdain from his voice.

"I think not. Those cursed pieces of technology have caused enough problems. For all their faults the Prophets were right to -

they would be much help."

So ill-prepared he was. What a folly this was. His original plan after gaining the support of the Arbiter was to acquire mercenaries. Still shameful, but no where near as having to rely on the humans. The Arbiter did not think kindly of that plan.

"If you think there is-

Loquen listens intently as Khovo tries his hardest to list off all he knows of the human. It is mut much but it is more than he knew a cycle ago.

"A demon you say? Are you sure it is to be forthcoming with a former enemy? The stories of their ferocity and tenacity would not lead me to thinking-

a human in combat in many years. Since even before the end of the war. Once it had ended I thought it may never happen again."

Humans will bring them in line once and for all."

The Kaidon followed Michael into the ring, a subtle click of his mandibles telling his guards to not interfere. He was reluctant to get into a fight with any human while he was aboard. In this case he felt he had no other choice.

"I have not faced-

in remembering your home. You do your world proud."

Oddly enough, he found himself sympathizing with the human over a bloody past with the Jiralhanae.

"An apt name for those disgusting vermin. Even now they're a stain on the galaxy, causing bloodshed and chaos. Perhaps one day the Sangheili and-

Loquen found it extremely unlikely that there were no Sangheili present during that attack but choose to not comment on it. That would not be good etiquette. That much he has learned so far.

"I do not know if I have ever seen such a substance before. I have no right to say this, but there is honor-

of taunt? Or just a symbol of what humanity would persevere through? As much as he may have wished it could not go without acknowledgment.

"That is a dark but important reminder of the past our two species share. Our deeds in the war have stained the honor of the Sangheili for the rest of time."

the substance he believed it to be emulating. It had been the ships at his command that had helped to create it on many a human world. His hands had been the ones to present a shard of their achievement to the hierarchs. A shameful reminder of his past, one not easily forgotten.

Was it some sort-

In preparation for what would come next, he had removed his cape and other unessential livery. He saw little point in risking their damage. The Sangheili spent the time waiting for the Spartan to return admiring the strange walls that made up the human 'War Games.'

Loquen was more than familiar-

"The Honor Guard does not flee. Then or now."

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would be time for that later.

"As it is combat rarely clears my mind. I do not expect humans to make that any different. I come into this meeting disadvantaged enough I see no reason to worsen my odds. Perhaps there is somewhere we can discover more information about him."

By the time he had made his mind up about the human, things may have been set in motion that are too late to stop.

"Do you know anything of his service in the war? It may give us clues."

At Khovo's suggestion, Loquen shook his head slightly and his mandibles dripped down and to the left. There -