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[Master Chief is captured and immoblized by the Didact]
Didact: Awaken… Warrior,
I beseech unto you a fascination, there has been few honourable equals, such decorum is unforeseen in your malignant race. You share the prowess and merit of only one other… a respected and driven individual, The Lord Of Admirals… but there is something different about you… a resistance still, curious indeed? No matter, I will know all your secrets…
[After scanning, the Master Chief struggles in his shackles. Didact discovers information about John]
Didact: Warrior… abandon your frail pursuits… you have been weighed, you have been measured, and you have been found wanting… this temporary sovereignty is now at an end… you are defeated. My array is underway and soon you shall bear witness to its glorious fire, and the final judgement of your species’, long untamed sins. The composer was a mercy compared to what is to come… and once I am done with Humanity’s relentless -Yoink!-, I shall finally strip you of your possessions…
[Master Chief continues to struggle capture, Didact waves his hand to a monitoring device which approachs the Master Chief, and is now with in view]
Didact: Warrior… I have examined you precariously, wondering just what, or possibly how, you resisted composure… yet still without fruitition? But neither the less, I have learned a great many truths about you… it seems we share an affinity you and I… we are not that different. We are the last of our kind, I may have had a hand in your brothers and sisters demise… however… your ancestors started this feud, out of blindness and pride; we have both been accustomed to negligence and rejection from our proprietors, even against the parasitic fount… and we have been betrayed by our loved ones… so I ask you who will save you now, and where do you stand?
[Master Chief begins to waver in his resistance, considering what the Didact has to say]
Didact: It was a careless undertaking that we poetically fell like our precursor… and so I procure an offer, an agreement, to pertain from our soulless rivalry and disputes… against an even greater foe. I understand the qualms you would have… but you are a Dominus of your species… and so this would pertain to a greater good. This is but a request, not of slavery, but of preparation for the ensuing conflict… the Flood will return and we are in dire need of a force to oppose them… my Prometheans could easily quell the outbreak… however without insufficient souls, it is no use?
Reflect on what I have said… Time is against us… And war is now on the horizon!
[Master Chief stops struggle, and drops his head… in submission]
Screen Goes Black
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