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back, Chief. She straightens and regains her composure. MIRANDA There's something you should see. The Chief and Miranda emerge on a ledge overlooking the

their passion for truly becoming part of the universe is on an entirely different level. Halo has been incredibly blessed to have such a massive and engaged

long periods of time, and I know it’s wearing on you. I’m working on something. Something big. I’ve had to keep it quiet, but we’re turning a pretty huge corner

But not Julien. Something . . . different. More. His mind fought to be free, to understand. But it also embraced the longing for something else. Unity. A

once-stellar combat record. Before he could give the final go-ahead, however, a different voice broke through the team’s comms. “Fireteam Shadow, this is Spartan

likely have been filtered by the Forerunners’ own artificial intelligences—something that the Prophets, in their infinite “wisdom,” had significantly curtailed

matched other scattered reports of similar activity occurring across several different colonies. The NCA had managed to get to Conrad’s Point first to study the

calling itself The Covenant has landed on installation 4, apparently seeking something specific. Exploring! Meddling! I’ve seen it all before. They’ll record

now, yes?” he asked. “Yes,” she said. She began to say something more, but did not finish. Something she doesn’t want to tell me. The Lifeworkers then guided

surrounding threats were all engaging from different positions—but Minas had no clue who or what they actually were. “Something that does not want us here, Choros