"Well... no. But I remember most of the passages. I was talking
more of a battle plan." Then he thought at Skye The Gravemind is
close to this location. I didn't want to alarm the others, but I
intend to use the control room to set the facility for self
destruction to attract it's attention. It will be easier to escape
from the blast and find the Gravemind if we just jump over the edge
of the part of the facility that breaks the surface.
(#CrazyPlan )
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
'Ah, that makes sense, I suppose.' Skye thought back.
'And don't do that. It's already enough of a challenge to filter
the random thoughts of everybody else withing the fort.' She
muttered.
"Does it have any traps or security measures we should be aware
of?" Skye asked. The doorway was rusted metal interwoven with Flood
material, and what appeared to be flesh, which eerily pulsed and
glowed. "Uh... Didact? Did it always look like that?" Skye asked,
confused.
"Just... I got a question, Didact. If a flood combat, or The
Gravemind predicts the movement, And knocks you out before you
disabled the security systems, whats the main Threat of it?" Quill
asked as he quickly scanned the map with his eyes.
"I don't need to be anywhere near the facility to disable the
systems. I can do it from the Approach." Didact said. "I'm more
worried about the Flood. And the Gravemind can't move. It has
tentacle like arms, but can't walk."
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
"I see now what you meant by a giant venus flytrap." Skye muttered
under her breath. "So, we need to cut off its tentacles, right? And
then just set it on fire? Would that work?" She asked.
Skye stared at Didact. Hard. "Are you telling me that you don't
know how to kill it? You, the second in command of the Forerunner
military, don't know how to exterminate the greatest threat to your
nation?"
"Hey, hello? Where have you been for the last half an hour? I've
told you guys repeatedly that none have ever been killed in battle
before." Didact said. "Me? I've only ever seen one before and after
I did, I had to spend twenty years in hospital. So excuse me when I
say no. I do not know how to kill it."
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
"Wait, if its made out of dead/flood things, could we, somehow, use
the floods weakness against it?" Quill said as he kept stashing
more ammo/guns. Boomer was putting on armour
"Well, yes, fire has always bothered them. Err... so we can use my
weapons to subdue it to some extent. It's more or less a plant, so
We can use that to our advantage. Otherwise..." He trailed off.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
"Damnit, how are we supposed to beat it, throw torches at it?" Skye
muttered. "I mean, Gandalf could... wait a second." She realized.
"Haldir, go find Harry Potter. He's a boy, teenage, black hair,
green eyes, lightning scar. Quite useful if he can lend us his wand
or something." Haldir nodded and left the room.
"Hold up." Didact said, leaving the room. Five minutes later, he
came back with a missile which was pulsating with energy on his
shoulder. Carefully, he removed the pointed part at the top and
retrieved the explosive device from inside. The device was midnight
black. As soon as he removed it, the missile stopped pulsating.
"Took it from the Approach." He said, latching it to his armor. "If
all else fails, you guys run, I'll detonate this." He didn't add
the word 'manually'.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
"You're hiding something." All the Elves deadpanned at the same
time. Skye especially in a very deadpan manner, for she was quite
familiar to the culture of deadpanning.