《ʙᴏʀɴꜱᴛᴇʟʟᴀʀ》

DEK of the Yautja —
- runt of the litter.
- head of the clan.

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𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘈 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘋𝘦𝘬

synthetic researcher & mega fauna enthusiast. now with legs.
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"I never knew your kind to be the farming type. What crops do you grow?"

Ever since his self-imposed exile, Bornstellar had been living a primitive lifestyle. He too was a farmer with many alien crops and animals.

「ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ」

This exact scene but with Antiquary finding Bornstellar using only part of his armor is what's going on rn

「ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ」

This exact scene but with Antiquary finding Bornstellar using only part of his armor is what's going on rn

<<

He held out the armored hand, a blood red outline forming. An offering of information.

"I rarely wear this anymore. But it contains all I know, all I was before...this."

He gestured at himself with his non armored hand. The simple robe with straw hat clashed with the armor. Two identities.

<<

He nudged what looked like an old and outdated combat skin, at least by Builder standards. The armor woke up, doing its best to come alive and surround him. He brushed most of the pieces aside except for one glove which was nearly assembled. Letting it close around his skin,

>>

Finding his own spot to sit, he sighed. It was clear from her tone go her body language that she was out of the loop, and likely had been for a long time.

"There are few of us left now. Some of us like me took a self imposed exile after the Array fired. Others...I don't know."

>>

...Its a long story. One I will tell in time.

[They stood in the living room of his simple house. It was modest, likely seen as primitive by this privileged Builder. So much like his younger self].

For now, please sit. Its been ages since I've seen another Forerunner besides my wife and child.

I...

I thought I was the only one left for so long. Even after the [imprint] took over.

By the Mantle...

Another Builder? Here?

—
The past was 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 • a
pattern of elation ; a
𝚌𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚢 of
possibilities • An
𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 chase
What more
was 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚?

Temporary Pinned.

「 #MVRP ／ #FATERP ／ #TYPEMOONRP 」

𝐓𝐱𝐮𝐫 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐲ä𝐟𝐩𝐢 𝐩𝐞𝐲ä
𝐓𝐱𝐮𝐫 𝐚 𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐲ä𝐟𝐩𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐲ä

And what exactly is this project of yours? Some new grand plan for the galaxy?

...Side project?

𝕴'𝖒 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖉,
𝕴 𝖜𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖉𝖎𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊
𝖂𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖘 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓

𝕯𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖙𝖔𝖔 𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊
𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖎𝖉𝖊?

𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖙 . . .

𝕋𝕆 𝔹𝕌ℝℕ 𝔸𝕃𝕀𝕍𝔼.

#MVRP \•\ #OCRP /•/ #AURP

<<

This was followed by the sound of metal slamming on hardlight. One armored fist striking the console in anger.

"They should not be released. We kept them locked away for—"

His words stop as he hears something from outside. He began to walk over to the door.

"Who's out there?"

<<

Standing a bit over 10ft tall, the Forerunner was like something out of a nightmare. With hands big enough to crush his skull without even hesitating.

Bornstellar was doing some cursing of his own in his native tongue of Jacob, less Harash than Digon but still unlike any other languages.

>>

How this person managed to end up in the deepest and oldest part of Zeta Halo's tunnel network was beyond the Warrior. Was it luxk? Or some strange intuition? Regardless it was foolish.

An open door passed them by, and one of his eyes may have seen the armored figure looking at a console.

>>

<<

The prior unfortunate experience you had with a living Forerunner."

As he stepped forward his hands were held to show his dark palms, to show he was carrying no weapons. Of course Forerunner weapons worked differently but it was the thought that counted.

"My name is Bornstellar."

"I hope I'm not interrupting."

His armor was less bulky at the moment, looking more akin to standard clothing. His hands and head were unarmored, hoping to ease whatever tension may have started. Being twice his height, he had to look down at Lasky.

"I was unsure how to approach, given

>>

The IsoDidact is observing him from a distance, hesitant to approach given the bad first impression his original had on the Reclaimer and his kind as a whole.

𝘾𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙇𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙮
CO - UNSC Infinity

“𝘐’𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨’𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.”

Librarian. Perhaps you could [fill me in] on what has transpired?

Where are Chant and Wish?