||Sorry for the inactivity the past few days folks Finally turning 22 today so this week's had me swamped with stuff

Oh, good. The caffeinated beans are ready for harvest. He's brought these seeds all the way from the shieldworld. A small hobby project since he'd come into UNSC custody, he'd heard often hiw much humans enjoy their bean beverage. Coffee, wasn't it?

By the time she arrives he'll be on the simulation control deck working away alone. Or well, relatively speaking. One does not become a 'guest' at an ONI blacksite without constant surveillance. But 'good behavior' had earned him this much freedom, at least. Plus in truth despite being a -

It is a poor lifeworker whom lacks bedside manner. Politeness and courtesy are simply just.....natural.

Admittedly it is more for his sake, than hers. Humanities experience with the Parasite is harrowing, but the horrors of the old war. The flood came close to forming a single key mind by the battle of the ark, the old empire fought dozens and no shortage of other nightmares. -

How......Odd. You reclaimers truly are unique. Extraordinarily so.

There's more kinds of humans, then? I was under the impression that the 'Spartans' were your apex.

.......Spandex?

In truth, with how radically different the human simulation systems are to what the empire once wielded, much less the fact that Ashes himself was never really a warrior himself. Well- To put it bluntly there will be a lot of 'winging it' based off of what data he has available in the domain. -

In the future, if remedy is required, he could synthesize one with humorous ease. He is told they taste faintly of mint.

Indeed! Every little spark of life becomes a note in creations grand chorus. It is truly.....wonderful, really. From the smallest crustacean to even our people, such potential is a beautiful thing.

Expectation? When have I truly asked anything of you beyond to simply just.....be? And perhaps, to try better paths. As for the matter of truths, well, their melody will only haunt you until confronted one way or the other. Raise your eyes, warrior servant. -

Likely so? Promethean warriors were the elite of the old empire, even amongst the other warrior servants. Granted, he was never privy to their training as a lifeworker, buuuuuut as the one who reshaped them as was tradition, he at least knew their limits and capabilities to some extent. -

Nothing is so utterly broken it cannot be fixed. You included, though in truth you are not broken, merely.....bleeding. All will be healed, in time. As for the threads of days past and to come? Perhaps you need only to pluck the strings, let the tune speak for itself.

Birth comes to mind. Seeing a life take it's first breath into this world..... truly miraculous.

[Pat pat.] A successful one it would seem, if that is any consolation. Need a drink?

Some sort of Courting ritual, I believe.

Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip. Quite the morning, it would seem.

Because such is the station of my caste, my friend. To nurture, sooth, cultivate, shape, grow. Let me put it in your terms, when a weapons sights are off center, do you not correct them? A disharmonious mind is no different. Sometimes peace and patience are as essential as adjustment.

Then listen to my voice, listen to Harmony and the shieldworld's mellow chorus. This is a place of birth and humble toil, it may prove insightful indeed. If nothing else? I still have a cask of wine or two we could share.

I've heard it for ages, we all have. But I've heard other notes with equal clarity, war sings to you the same as life and creation serenade me. I've oft found keeping busy also helps greatly to drown out the noise.

Echoes. Of what once, will be, and is. Tune it out, my friend. Would a walk clear your mind? Fresh air may do you good, especially if you actually open your combat skins helmet for once.

The domain's symphonies and notes number in the Quintillions. You'll have to be more specific.

So much to explore. So much to unearth. So much awaits you reclaimers, come, seize the day. No sense in letting it collect rust, after all!

If she craves a more exhaustive challenge, perhaps the touch of someone more versed in augmented physiology could help? Ever since he's come into human custody, he's been quite curious about seeing the capabilities of 'Spartans.' Cruder than warrior servants, perhaps, but he -

So many humans suddenly arriving on the shieldworld. Peculiar but not unwelcome, by all means, make yourselves at home reclaimers. Plenty of space to go around.

.....Curious. Most curious. As soon as the vessel enters the orbit of shieldworld Harmoy, the lifeworker is notified, and finds himself....curious, indeed. It has after all, been quite some time since he had visitors. Least if all non-humans. Harmony yawns awake as it's outer shell opens.

“ 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 . 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 .”

This earned a nod from the lifeworker, whom held out a crystalline glass full of perfectly chilled amber liquid. "Good."

He gives a gentle nod, his own helmet receding to reveal pale features as he takes a sip of his glass. "This vintage was sealed and perfectly kept in preservation for millennia." He took another gentle sip. "Another relic from before the rings firing."

The lifeworker nods, gently putting a crystalline glass in her hand, before grabbing a mask of similar make filled with a shining amber liquid and pouring it until her glass was half full. ".....May it ease your pain, Master Juridicial."

........Wine?

Hnnnh...... I'll.....get two glasses.

[Why] will someone die? [Who]? .....I need wine.

What - I reseed several glasses worlds, and come back to talk of bloodshed. Please tell me someone hasn't died.

Hm, so the humans have finally set foot upon Harmony.... Great! It's actually been awhile since he had company that wasn't.... Ahem. Bent on galactic dominion.

A glyphs flickers across the domain, and a door hisses open. Entering soon after would be Ashes and a aggressor sentinel, whom would depart after the lifeworker gave a nod to the construct. He gazed around at Spirit's workshop, he had been here before, but he made note of 'new' projects -

He retracted his hand, tilting his head. "I understand that you are afraid. What was done to you was a wrong that should not have been allowed to be perpetrated." He knelt down again, the soft Azure visor of his helmet staring right into her eyes. "This choice is your own." -

He gave a gentle nod. "Very well. Come with me, please. This will be done the right way, painless and precise." He held a hand out to angel to help her rise to stand, as he stood up and looked downwards.

He waits a moment, then sighs softly. "I do not blame you for your mistrust. But understand that healing, the tending of life and easing of pain is my craft and my oath." He turned towards her fully, lowering until he knelt down in front of the human. "I only wish to help, not harm."

The forerunner glances over. "My offer remains open. If it bothers you so, please, allow me to undo the damage done."

By the mantle....... So many worlds purged through fire. Glassed and wrought with ruin. He will undo the damage that has been done. It will take.....time.

He is content. The first seeds have grown, the work has made progress. ......he'll get around to the paperwork. Eventually.

If she does not want his aide, he will not force it. Though the offer remains open, flesh and blood, not steel and light.

The work begins anew, mentor. Though I know you are just an echo.... the work you entrusted upon me is being done.

By the mantle....... He observed [every] protocol and rite. But forget the damned paperwork..... agony.

The Anthem's notes are conducted precisely, the genesong sung in accordance to protocol and with every bit of reverence [all] life is owed. Nothing is disturbed, only that which was lost or ravaged given life anew. Admittedly the forms escaped me, but in fairness, the catalog is -