> > > The Timeless One, the one that the Ancient Humans encountered and the one that the Ur-Didact met at the end of hte Human-Forerunner war was the last true Precursor, the last of the ones that the Forerunners rose up against. It would seem that, not long after it was brought aboard the future Installation 07, it merged with the Flood, as is made evident when the IsoDidact encounters the Primordial in Primordium.
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> > My issues with that is the fact that as a Flood form he wouldn’t need a large disc to get around when he could just create wings or gas sacs. You then have him producing the very powered that was described in all the novels <mark>not to mention having eyes and not being able to communicate with them until it heard them speak.</mark>
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> I don’t recall this exactly, so I’ll have to re-read Primordium. However, the Primordial described in Cryptum is very different from the one in Primordium. The former only had 4 arms, while the latter had many. In addition, the Primordial was most definitely a Gravemind by the time it was met by the IsoDidact. At some point, it must have merged with the Flood.
> The cell contained, in temporal suspension, a genuine monster: a large creature with an overall anatomy like a grossly misshapen human, though possessed of four upper limbs, two degenerate legs, and an almost indescribably ugly head—a head shaped remarkably like that of an ancient arthropod seeded long ago on a number of planets, presumably by the Precursors, and known to some as a eurypterid. A sea scorpion.
> Oval, faceted, slanted eyes bumped up from the front of its low, flat “face.” And from the rear of the head, a long, segmented tail descended the spine, ending in a wicked barb two meters in length.
Doesn’t sound flood like there.
> Through the thicket of black rods the head became apparent first: shining grayish brown, flat, jeweled eyes mounted wide, expressing an arachnid’s perpetual watchful sadness—no neck, the head’s broad wings curving down over narrow, leathery shoulders.
Still doesn’t, everything that comes up describes this think as looking like an insect of some sort.
> The skin was covered with what resembled sweat but was actually a glassy, coruscating solid, like frozen dew.
The powder?
> The many-faceted eyes measured us in return; the Primordial knew all our dimensions intimately. The mouthparts concealed under the front of the wide head thrust down and out and sounds came forth, accompanied by a continuous faint tapping or clicking. The sounds seemed familiar, yet were not speech. The Beast was asking questions, but did not expect answers.
> HAVE YOU FOUND what you came here for?” the Didact asked the Primordial. For a moment, I doubted it had the means to answer in any language we could understand, but the sounds from the symmetrical, vibrating mouthparts slowly began to produce words —something like speech. At least, I heard speech.
That was what i spoke of it not knowing how to communicate until they said something.
> The Primordial rearranged its limbs with a leathery shuffle. Powder sifted from torso and legs.
Doesn’t that powder sound very familiar? shouldn’t we all know what that is by this point?