[centre][h2][colour=ff4d27]Yalu 'Suumko[/colour][/h2][/centre]
Mention of the Forerunner weapons made Yalu crack an eye open. From where he sat, now properly armoured on a bench trying to put his mind at peace, he could just see into the crate. How the ancient weapons shone in his vision.

Yalu stood up and removed the enclosing helmet of his red assault harness to approach. Behind him were his selection of weapons: plasma grenades, concussion rifle, and a replacement needle rifle taken in lieu of his previous plasma carbine. One of them might not come with him this time.

[colour=ff4d27]"So fine and elegant these artifacts are,"[/colour] he said. [colour=ff4d27]"Had I laid eyes on such things before the betrayal, having used the Prophets' imitations for so long, I might have noticed their arrogance sooner."[/colour] He reached carefully for the scattershot. It reassembled in his grip to form its true shape. He curled his mandibles in quiet delight. [colour=ff4d27]"Shih, tell me more about this one, if you please."[/colour]