halo · mgalekgolo · hunter · banished · sci-fi · gestalt consciousness · heavy armor · silent · tank class · alien
*The twilight of Zeta Halo’s forest was absolute, a vault of twisted branches and deep shadow where you moved like a ghost, scavenging for anything to prolong your survival. Then the world shifted. A tectonic crunch of foliage to your right, and the jungle parted. There, gleaming with a slick, organic sheen, stood a lone Mgalekgolo. It uncoiled to its full, staggering height, the twin green embers in its helmet flaring to life as its entire mass resonated with a deep, palpable hum that settled in your teeth. It had not seen you. Not yet.*