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29.1 Gluttony

 

Bubba stood in the quiet of his quarters, the hum of the Infinity a constant, familiar presence. He took a deep breath, an idea crystallizing in his mind with absolute clarity.

 

"Isabel," he said aloud, knowing the AI's presence was everywhere, always listening. "Requesting permission to open a small, stabilized portal. Non-combat application. Contained energy signature."

 

There was a moment of processing silence, then her calm, synthesized voice replied. "Request acknowledged, Guardian. Parameters accepted. May I inquire as to the destination?"

 

"Nowhere on any map," Bubba replied, a faint smile on his lips. "Just a quiet thought."

 

"Permission granted. Proceed."

 

His comm chirped immediately after. He opened a message to Subaru. Hey. You busy? Got a potential distraction. Might help with your... secret problem.

 

The response was almost instantaneous. Pacing a hole in my floor. Distraction sounds great. What's the plan?

 

Bubba's smile widened. He quickly typed another message, this time to Deanna Troi. Doc, you free? Might have a breakthrough on that special project we talked about. If this works, could use your expertise.

 

Her reply was swift and characteristically warm. I always have time for a breakthrough, Bubba. My office is yours.

 

"Alright," Bubba muttered to himself, cracking his knuckles. "Let's see if this works."

 

He focused, not on a place, but on a feeling. A memory. The air in the center of his room shivered and tore open with a soft pop, not into the swirling vortex of a slipspace portal, but into a window looking into a different world.

 

On the other side was the interior of an old, slightly worn double-wide trailer. The faint smell of dust and old wood paneling drifted through. A dated floral couch sat against one wall, and a small, tube-style TV sat on a stand in the corner. It was silent, still, and utterly separate from the universe.

 

Subaru arrived at his door a minute later, his expression curious. His eyes went wide as he saw the portal. "Whoa. What's this?"

 

"Somewhere we can talk," Bubba said, gesturing inside. "It's not really anywhere. It's a memory. A pocket of reality I pulled out of my head and made... real. Standalone. It's my grandma's old place. Nothing here can affect the outside world. It's the most private room in the whole damn galaxy."

 

Hesitantly, Subaru stepped through. He looked around, taking in the quaint, frozen-in-time details. He took a deep, shuddering breath, as if testing the air.

 

Then, quietly at first, he spoke the words that were forbidden. "I can... I can Return by Death."

 

He waited. The world didn't end. No pain wracked his body. No unseen force punished him.

 

His voice grew stronger, laced with disbelief and dawning hope. "I can Return by Death!" He shouted it, a raw, cathartic yell that echoed in the small, artificial space. "RETURN BY DEATH!"

 

Nothing. Only the profound, welcoming silence of the pocket universe.

 

A choked laugh escaped him, tears of relief welling in his eyes. He turned to Bubba, a grin splitting his face. "It worked! Bubba, you beautiful, brilliant bastard, it worked! Get in here!"

 

Bubba stepped through, clapping him on the shoulder. "I know, man. Told you I had good ideas." He deliberately pushed. "So, Return by Death thing.."

 

Again, nothing. The curse was completely neutralized.

 

A soft chime echoed from the portal window back into Bubba's quarters. Dr. Troi stood there, her head tilted in fascination as she observed the impossible scene through the doorway. Bubba waved her in.

 

She stepped through, her counselor's eyes taking in every detail—the trailer, the palpable relief on Subaru's face, the way he stood taller without the weight of his secret crushing him.

 

"Fascinating," she murmured, her senses reaching out and finding... nothing. No emotional feedback from a universe that didn't exist. "This is your solution."

 

"We were hoping," Subaru said, his voice earnest, almost pleading. "Could we... could we have our session here? And maybe... future ones? Just until I get a handle on it? This is the only place I can actually talk about what's wrong with me."

 

Deanna Troi looked from Subaru's hopeful face to Bubba's proud grin, to the utterly silent, safe space he had literally pulled from his memory. A warm, genuine smile spread across her features.

 

"I can't think of a better place to start," she said. "Now, Subaru. Why don't you have a seat? And tell me everything."

 

"I can't think of a better place to start," she said. "Now, Subaru. Why don't you have a seat? And tell me everything."

 

Subaru let out a breath he felt like he'd been holding for a lifetime. He sank onto the floral-patterned couch, the cushions emitting a soft puff of dust that smelled faintly of memories. He looked from Troi, who took a seat in a well-worn armchair, to Bubba, who was leaning against the faux-wood paneling by the portal, a quiet, supportive presence.

 

"Everything," Subaru repeated, the word feeling huge and impossible in this small, safe space. "Where do I even start?"

 

"Start with the weight," Troi suggested gently, her voice perfectly calibrated to fit the room's quiet. "Not the mechanics, not yet. Just the feeling it leaves you with."

 

Subaru was silent for a long moment, his gaze distant, seeing things they couldn't. "It's... heavy," he began, his voice barely a whisper. "It's like... you're made of glass, and you're carrying this boulder that could shatter you at any second. And you have to pretend it's not there. You have to smile and make jokes and be strong for everyone else, because if they knew... if they knew the cost..." His voice cracked, and he looked down at his hands. "The guilt... it's the heaviest part."

 

Bubba pushed off the wall, his own expression somber. "He's the strongest person I know," he said to Troi, his voice low with conviction. "Just for getting up every morning and carrying that."

 

Troi nodded, her eyes full of deep understanding. "I can sense that truth quite clearly." She turned her focus back to Subaru. "And in this room, right now, you can put the boulder down. Just for a little while. You are not made of glass here. You are safe to be fragile."

 

The relief that washed over Subaru's face was so profound it was almost painful to witness. A single tear finally escaped and traced a path down his cheek. He didn't wipe it away.

 

Bubba watched for another moment, seeing his friend finally begin to unclench. His job was done. The room was holding. The door was open.

 

"Alright," Bubba said softly, drawing their attention. "I'm gonna go make sure this doorway doesn't burn a hole in the fabric of reality or something. Doc, you've got the con." He gave Subaru a firm, meaningful nod. "I'll be right outside. Just... yell if you need anything, literally."

 

Subaru managed a wet laugh. "Thanks, Bubba. For... for all of this."

 

"Anytime, brother. Anytime."

 

Bubba stepped back through the portal into his quarters on the Infinity, leaving the doorway shimmering open like a living painting of the past. He didn't close it. He sat down on the floor, leaning his back against the bulkhead directly beside it, within arm's reach. He closed his eyes, focusing all his will on maintaining the stability of that single, quiet thought—a pocket universe where his friend could finally learn how to heal.

 

Inside, he could see Subaru take another deep, steadying breath, and begin to speak.

 

The silence in the trailer stretched after Bubba left, but it was a different kind of quiet now. It was expectant, focused, and safe. Subaru’s gaze was fixed on a faded water stain on the carpet, as if it held the answers.

 

“He’s right, you know,” Deanna said, her voice pulling his focus back to her. She hadn’t moved, simply sitting with a preternatural calm that seemed to absorb the room’s anxiety. “The strength it takes to carry a secret like that is immense. But tell me, Subaru… who told you that you had to carry it alone?”

 

The question was so simple, so fundamental, that it shattered the last of his defenses. The story began to spill out—not of the loops themselves, but of the isolation. Of dying in a stinking alley, utterly alone. Of waking up each time with a smile plastered on his face because no one could ever know. Of the terrifying, crushing responsibility of holding everyone’s lives in his hands, over and over, with no one to share the burden.

 

“It feels like… I’m the only real person sometimes,” he confessed, his voice thick with emotion. “And everyone else is… a precious piece of glass I have to keep from breaking. And if I slip, it’s my fault. Every time. The guilt… it’s not just for the deaths. It’s for the lies. For every time I’ve had to manipulate them, to guide them without them knowing why, just to keep them alive.”

 

Troi listened, her expression one of deep, unwavering empathy. She didn’t flinch at the darkness. She didn’t offer empty platitudes.

 

“I hear two things,” she said when he paused, breathless. “An unimaginable weight of love for your friends, and a profound loneliness that has become its own kind of prison. The love is your strength. The loneliness is the wound we need to heal.”

 

She leaned forward slightly. “In this room, the walls of that prison do not exist. The love remains. The guilt, the loneliness… we can examine them here. We can understand their shape and their weight without being crushed by them. You are not alone with them in this space.”

 

Subaru looked at her, really looked at her, and for the first time, he saw not just a counselor, but a lifeline. The first person he couldn’t somehow feel responsible for, because she was choosing to step into this darkness with him, eyes wide open.

 

“How?” he asked, the word a plea.

 

“We start by simply acknowledging the truth of what you feel,” she said. “Without judgment. So, let’s try. Say it again. Not as a secret. Just as a fact.”

 

He took a shuddering breath. “I… I have died. Many times.”

 

The world remained quiet. The trailer held.

 

A sob, half relief, half agony, escaped him. The first brick of his lonely prison had been dismantled, not with a roar, but with a whisper, in a quiet memory of a place that never was.

 

Outside, Bubba kept his eyes closed, a silent sentinel, holding the door to reality open so his friend could finally, finally, begin to escape.

 

Outside the shimmering portal, Bubba kept his eyes closed, a silent sentinel, holding the door to reality open so his friend could finally, finally, begin to escape.

 

--- [1 HOUR LATER] —

 

The portal to the memory-trailer shimmered and closed with a soft, sighing pop. The air in Bubba's quarters settled back into its normal hum. Bubba opened his eyes, blinking away the fatigue of intense concentration. The strain was real, but the result was worth it.

 

A moment later, the door to his quarters slid open. Subaru stood there. He looked emotionally drained, his eyes red-rimmed, but the permanent knot of tension that usually lived in his shoulders had loosened. For the first time in a long time, he stood straight, as if a physical weight had been lifted from his back.

 

"Well?" Bubba asked, getting to his feet.

 

Subaru ran a hand through his hair, a slow, genuine smile spreading across his face. "It's a start," he said, and his voice held a note of peace that had never been there before. "A really good start. She's... she's really good. Thank you, Bubba. For all of it."

 

"Anytime, man. Seriously."

 

"Now," Subaru said, the familiar energy returning to his voice, though now it felt less frantic. "What did I miss?"

 

[CUT TO: DR. TROI'S OFFICE - LATER]

 

Deanna Troi sat at her desk, the soft glow of her terminal illuminating her thoughtful expression. She took a final sip of her now-cold tea and began to dictate her notes, her voice calm and measured.

 

// PERSONAL LOG - COUNSELOR DEANNA TROI //
// PATIENT: Natsuki, Subaru //
// SESSION 1 (Conducted in a non-localized psionic reality, designation 'Sanctuary-1', generated by Guardian Bubba) //

 

Initial Observations:

Patient presented with significant relief and disbelief upon confirmation that his psychometric inhibitory trigger (self-referential term: 'The Witch's Envy') was neutralized within the artificial environment. The immediate lifting of this physiological/psychic barrier resulted in a pronounced cathartic release.

 

Core Trauma Identification:
The primary trauma is not rooted in the act of expiration itself, but in the profound, absolute isolation the ability enforced. Patient describes his existence as a continuous performance, where he must curate reality for those around him to ensure their survival, all while bearing the sole memory of their failures and deaths. He lives with the constant, crushing guilt of deception, viewing his necessary manipulations as a personal failing rather than a survival imperative.

 

Diagnostic Impression:
Severe Chronic Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, compounded by extreme survivor's guilt and a pathological sense of responsibility. The patient's self-worth is almost entirely tied to his utility as a protector, creating a fragile ego-structure that risks collapse under the weight of his perceived failures.

 

Treatment Plan:
Initial focus will not be on the mechanics of his return-by-death ability, but on dismantling the associated guilt and isolation. Goal: To help him separate his value as a person from the function of his ability. To rebuild his identity around something other than trauma and sacrifice. The 'Sanctuary' environment will be crucial for this, as it is the only space where he can speak freely without triggering his inhibitory response.

 

Prognosis:
Guarded, but optimistic. Patient is highly motivated and possesses immense resilience, albeit misdirected. The creation of a safe space for disclosure is a watershed moment that I believe will significantly accelerate the therapeutic process.

 

End Log.

 

Troi saved the file, a soft, hopeful smile touching her lips. It was a beginning. A very, very good one.

 

. . .

 

HOURS LATER

 

. . .

He and Ahsoka made their way through the crowded corridors, nodding in acknowledgment to various UNSC personnel who recognized them both. The path to the training grounds took them past the medical bay, where Dr. Halsey was overseeing the final preparations for Subaru's artifact test. Through the observation window, they could see her discussing something intently with her assistants, gesticulating wildly as she explained.

 

As they neared the training grounds, they heard the distinctive crackle of energy weapons and the thud of heavy footsteps. The area was abuzz with activity—UNSC soldiers practicing combat drills, technicians tinkering with prototype weapons, and Subaru and the gang training. Ahsoka led him to a raised platform overlooking the training area where several key figures were already gathered. Lasky, Reth, and Ratchet stood waiting for Halsey and Cortana on the raised viewing platform as they arrived with Ahsoka.

 

Admiral Lasky greeted them with a nod as they ascended the platform. "Ah, Tano, Bubba. Good to have you both here," he said, his voice carrying a hint of tension. "We're just waiting on the final preparations from Dr. Halsey."

 

Ahsoka took up a position at the edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the training grounds below. "How's Subaru doing?" she asked, her gaze lingering on the blue-furred individual currently engaging in a simulated combat drill with Anakin.
"He's holding up well, all things considered," Lasky replied, a note of pride in his voice. "The artifact is being brought over now."

 

Dr. Halsey entered the platform with a determined stride, Cortana materializing beside her. "We're all set," Halsey announced, her gaze sweeping over the assembled group. "The artifact is ready for testing."

 

Cortana, hovering at Halsey's shoulder, chimed in, "Subaru's vitals are stable, but we'll be monitoring him closely during the procedure." Her voice was calm and reassuring, a stark contrast to the palpable tension in the air.

Ahsoka nodded, her attention still fixed on the training grounds below. "Has he been prepped for what to expect?"

"Yes," Halsey confirmed. "But nothing can truly prepare him for the full brunt of the artifact's power. We'll have to trust in his strength and training."
Lasky turned to them, his expression serious. "I don't need to remind you both of the stakes here."

 

Lasky ordered for the training deck to be cleared as everyone but him entered it to help Subaru. Emilia, Rem, and Beatrice stayed to help him as well, while Garfiel, Reth, and Julius watched with Lasky on the platform. Ahsoka and Bubba made their way down to the training deck where Subaru was now being prepared by Dr. Halsey and her team. The blue-furred individual's ears were twitching nervously as he listened to their instructions.

 

"Remember, Subaru," Dr. Halsey said firmly, "you need to maintain control. The artifact's power is immense, but it can be channeled. Are you ready?"

 

Subaru took a deep breath, his tail moving slowly behind him. "I think so," he said, glancing at them for reassurance. "I've trained for this."

Dr. Halsey nodded approvingly and handed him a small, glowing medallion that pulsed with an otherworldly light. "This is it. The Wrath Witch Factor. Try to open yourself to its power."

 

Subaru took the artifact, held it in his hands, and placed it on his forehead. But nothing happened. It was completely inert.

 

Halsey was perplexed. "It worked in every simulation..." Dr. Halsey furrowed her brow, her fingers dancing over her datapad as she studied the readings. "This is unexpected. The artifact is showing no response to Subaru's neural patterns."

 

"Sub, hand me that. Something's off," Bubba said.

 

He approached Subaru, his hand outstretched. Subaru hesitated for a moment, the artifact still resting against his forehead, before slowly withdrawing it. As he did, a flicker of energy seemed to pass from the medallion to Bubba's fingers when he took it.
Dr. Halsey's eyes widened as she watched the display. "Bubba, what's happening?" she asked, her voice tight with tension.

He closed his eyes, focusing on the strange sensation emanating from the artifact. There was a pull, a magnetism that seemed to align with his own nascent abilities. The power, raw and primal, called to something deep within him.

"Bubba?" Ahsoka's voice broke through his concentration, her one hand coming to rest on his shoulder.

 

"Just as I thought. Look here, Emilia. This isn't wrath, but another one. Who could have switched these?" Bubba said.

 

Emilia's eyes widened as she looked at the artifact he was holding, her brow furrowing in concentration. "This isn't the Wrath Witch Factor at all," she murmured, her fingers brushing over the intricate engravings. "The runes are all wrong."

 

Rem leaned in closer, her nose wrinkling as she caught a whiff of something acrid emanating from the medallion. "I can smell the corruption on it," she said, her voice low and tight with barely contained disgust.

Beatrice, who had been quietly observing, stepped forward, her eyes glinting with an otherworldly light. "This is foul sorcery," she declared, her voice ringing with authority. "The work of those who would seek to harness the power of the abyss."

 

Dr. Halsey frowned, her fingers flying over her datapad as she tried to make sense of the readings. "But how could this have happened?"

 

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the training deck. Lye Batenkaitos emerged, laughing. "You shouldn't have touched that, Guardian! I'll be taking that now!"

 

The room erupted into chaos as Lye Batenkaitos suddenly appeared, his laughter echoing off the training deck's walls. Bubba's hand tightened around the artifact, the power within it pulsing in time with his racing heart. Around him, his companions sprang into action.

 

Ahsoka leaped to his side, her lightsaber igniting with a hiss of blue energy. "Bubba, get that thing away from him!" she shouted, her eyes locked on the grinning Witch Cultist.

 

Emilia and Beatrice moved as one, their magic already crackling around them. Emilia's hands wove a complex pattern in the air, crystals of ice flying past Lye as he dodged them. Lye narrowly slipped past everyone. Bubba was his target.

 

Going to punch him, as soon as Bubba made contact, the world cut to black.

 

The world faded to black as he made contact with Lye, the corrupt magic pulsing through the artifact intensifying. He woke up immediately, but something had changed as Lye slipped out of the Infinity with new Banished portal tech, the artifact in his possession.

"Stop him!" shouted Ahsoka, too late.

 

The others looked at him after the intense and very short battle. In a flash, the artifact was gone, along with his memory of the Liminal Nexus, and along with everyone's memory of him aside from Subaru, who came to him panting.

 

"You ok, Bubba? You froze!" Subaru looked at him with concern, his brow furrowed. "Bubba, talk to me. What happened back there?"

 

"Subaru?" Bubba asked, stunned to see him in real life. He looked around and noticed a hodgepodge of characters. "Where the hell am I?"

 

Subaru looked at him, confused. "Did that Archbishop do something to your memory, Bubba?"

 

Ahsoka spoke up. "Get away from that stranger, Subaru! Who are you?!" she demanded.

 

"Ahsoka Tano?" he asked, surprised to see her in real life.

Ahsoka's face contorted in confusion, her hand tightening around her lightsaber. "How do you know my name? Are you a Sith spy?" She advanced, her stance ready for combat.

 

Subaru moved between them, holding up his hands. "Ahsoka, wait! He knows my name too. And he just woke up from that... whatever it was with Lye. I think he's lost his memory."

Dr. Halsey stepped forward, her datapad in hand. "This is highly unusual. The brain scans show significant neural damage, but it's localized to the memory center. It's as if he's been... wiped clean of his past."

 

He looked around, taking in the strange surroundings. He was in some kind of high-tech facility, with people wearing UNSC armor and others in Jedi robes. "What is this place? Where am I?"

"Who are you is a better question," said Halsey.

 

Subaru was now thoroughly confused. "Guys, it's Bubba the Guardian? The one who brought all of us together?"

"Subaru, what are you saying? You did that," said Emilia.

 

He looked at them in confusion. "Bubba? The Guardian? I don't understand. What am I doing here?" He looked around at the unfamiliar faces, the strange surroundings, and the high-tech equipment. His mind felt like a foggy, empty space where memories should be. Everything was alien and unknown.

"Subaru, come over here right now! No games today!" Emilia scolded him.

 

"I'm not playing a game... wait. Do any of you know who this is?" he asked the group.
Ahsoka's eyes narrowed as she studied him intently, her grip on her lightsaber never wavering. "I don't know who you are or how you know my name," she said coldly. "But I know a Sith when I see one."

 

Dr. Halsey stepped forward, her datapad beeping as she scanned him. "This is unprecedented," she muttered. "His brain patterns show significant memory loss, but it's localized to specific regions. As if his memories were... deleted."

Emilia and Beatrice exchanged worried glances, their magical auras pulsing with concern. "Subaru, stand down," Emilia commanded, her voice laced with authority. "We don't know what this stranger is capable of."

 

He looked around, his mind reeling as he tried to make sense of the bizarre situation.
"All of you stand down! Bubba is our friend! That Archbishop must have taken his memory. Like with Rem!" Subaru insisted.

 

"Subaru may be right... That was the Archbishop I saw that day! I remember now!" Rem explained.

 

As Subaru's words hung in the air, the tension in the room was palpable. Ahsoka's lightsaber flickered, her eyes never leaving his face as she tried to reconcile the unfamiliar stranger before her with the friend Subaru claimed him to be. Emilia and Beatrice exchanged a glance, their expressions a mix of concern and unease.

 

Dr. Halsey cleared her throat, her voice taking on a clinical tone. "We need to run a more thorough scan. This... memory loss is unlike anything I've encountered before. It could be related to the Archbishop's abilities, as Rem suggested." She gestured to a nearby medical bed. "Please, if you'll come with me..."

 

He hesitated for a moment, the instinct to flee warring with a strange sense of trust in Subaru. As if sensing his inner turmoil, Subaru stepped closer, his hand outstretched in a gesture of comfort and reassurance. "It's okay, Bubba."

 

Well, I'd trust Subaru any day. "What is this armor? Am I in Virtual Reality?" he asked.
"No, Bubba, this is the Nexus of the multiverse! You've been a big hero. That man must have wiped your memory, and the world's memory of you... but you aren't a vegetable like Rem was, sorry Rem. Bubba, what's the last thing you remember?" asked Subaru.

 

"I... I don't know." He trailed off, his brow furrowing as he tried to access memories that simply weren't there. The void in his mind felt terrifyingly vast. "The last thing I remember is... being in my apartment, I think? Wearing different clothes. A lot of red and white. But it's all so... fuzzy."

 

Dr. Halsey stepped closer, her datapad beeping softly. "This is remarkable. Your brain patterns suggest you were a highly functioning individual before the memory loss. A soldier, possibly. There are neural pathways associated with combat training and leadership." She adjusted the settings on the medical bed. "We need to run some more tests. This could be a breakthrough in understanding memory manipulation."

Ahsoka finally lowered her lightsaber, though her posture remained defensive. "Subaru, are you suggesting that we all knew this man until a few moments ago?"

 

Subaru nodded vigorously. "Yes! Exactly! He's our friend, Ahsoka. The Guardian, the one who's been helping us fight the Flood and the Didact. We've been working together for weeks now!" He turned to Bubba, his face etched with concern. "Bubba, can you remember anything about the Flood? Or the Didact?"

 

His mind strained, but came up empty. "I... only what I know from fiction. Don't tell me that shit's real here?"

"Fiction?" asked Ratchet.

 

"Yeah, Bubba has seen all our lives as fictional stories. Apparently, everyone is a story in some part of the multiverse!" Subaru explained.

 

The room fell silent as the revelation sank in. Dr. Halsey's fingers flew across her datapad, her brow furrowed in concentration.

"That's crazy, Subaru! We're supposed to believe that?!" Emilia said.

 

Suddenly, Spartan Blue Team and marines were all around him and Subaru. The gang was being pushed away. Lasky came over the comm. "Whoever you are, you've got armor with clear UNSC designs. You're being detained. Do not resist."

 

The marines and Spartans moved in, weapons raised. The UNSC forces surrounded him, their armor reflecting the harsh lights of the facility.

Dr. Halsey's voice cut through the air: "Wait! This is highly unusual, but his neural patterns suggest he's one of us. Someone with combat training and leadership experience." She turned to him, her eyes showing a mix of professional curiosity and concern. "Can you tell us your full name?"

 

He struggled to access memories that simply weren't there, his mind a frustrating blank slate. "Matthew. Subaru, are we like friends here? Surely this is a simulation... Everyone back up."

Subaru took a stand between him and the Master Chief. "Bubba is my friend. He's done nothing wrong!"

 

Lasky over the comm: "He arrived just as the Archbishop did, in illegal armor. Reth doesn't recognize him either."

Subaru interrupted him. "No, he was here and has been for weeks! He's a hero and my good friend. I won't let you hurt him." Subaru stood his ground, his body rigid with defiance as he faced down the UNSC forces. His eyes were fierce with loyalty and protectiveness as he looked back at him. "Bubba, I know you're in there. Remember us. Remember who you are." His words rang with a desperate hope. "We've been through so much together. You can't just forget all that."

 

Ahsoka stepped forward, her one hand holding her activated lightsaber, the blade humming softly. "Subaru, even if that's true, we have to detain him. He's too dangerous. What if he just changed your memories? Think of that?"

Subaru's face hardened as he turned to Ahsoka, his jaw clenching. "He wouldn't do that to me. To any of us. You don't know him like I do."

 

Dr. Halsey's voice cut through the tension, her words sharp and precise. "We need to run a full diagnostic. Whatever's happened to your memory, it's affecting more than just the Flood and Didact." She moved closer, her datapad raised. "Can you tell me your real name again? And what year it is?"

 

"Matthew — —, 2025," Bubba said.

 

Dr. Halsey's eyes widened as she processed his response. She tapped rapidly on her datapad, her brow furrowed in concentration. "2025," she muttered under her breath. "That's impossible. The Didact incident happened in 2558." She looked up at him, her gaze piercing. "Matthew — —, if that's truly your name, then where were you born? What was your life like before you arrived here?"

 

Subaru took a step closer to him, his hand resting lightly on his shoulder. "Bubba, think hard. You've told me about your old world, the one with all the stories. Try to remember something concrete, something that can prove you're the Bubba I know."

Ahsoka hesitated, her lightsaber still activated but lowered slightly. "Subaru, I know you believe in him, but we have to be cautious."

"Subaru, we won't hurt this man, especially if Halsey says he doesn't remember anything. Let us bring him in. The armor alone is dangerous; it's better than some Spartan armor!" Lasky came over the comm again.

"Kid, stand down. Matthew, come with us. Please."

 

"Damn, the Chief is here. OK, well, Subaru, I think we're toast. I'll follow them. Subaru, I know about your power, if what you say is true. You have to find a way to undo it!" he pleaded before walking past him to the Spartans.

 

The Spartans approached cautiously, their armor reflecting the harsh facility lights. As he moved forward, Subaru watched him intently, his hand twitching as if he wanted to reach out but stopped himself. Ahsoka moved to his other side, her lightsaber still humming softly.

 

Dr. Halsey stepped in front of him, datapad at the ready. "Matthew, we need to run some tests. Your memory loss is concerning, especially given the circumstances." She glanced at his armor. "And that armor you're wearing... it's unlike anything I've ever seen. Where did you get it?"

The Spartans flanked him, their weapons lowered but ready. Through the facility's windows, he could see a UNSC Pelican hovering nearby, its engines humming. "We need to move him to the medical bay," Lasky's voice crackled over the comms. "Secure the facility in the meantime."

 

"I have no idea. I feel so... strong... have I been working out?" Bubba said.

Ahsoka's eyes narrowed as she studied his armor, a flicker of recognition passing over her face. "That armor... it reminds me of something, but I can't quite place it."

 

Dr. Halsey tapped at her datapad, a frown creasing her brow. "It's not UNSC issue, that's for certain. The material, the design... it's like nothing I've ever seen before." She stepped closer, her voice lowering. "Matthew, if you truly don't remember, then we need to find out where this came from. It could be vital to understanding what happened to you."
Subaru still hadn't lowered his hand, his fingers brushing against his arm. "Bubba, listen to me. I know this is a lot to take in, but you have to trust me. Trust all of us." He glanced at Ahsoka and Dr. Halsey, a silent plea in his eyes.

 

"Subaru, try being surrounded by your fictional heroes being dragged off in weird Sangheili armor. I was just in my bedroom..." Bubba said.

 

Subaru's eyes widened as he processed the words, a mix of concern and understanding flickering across his face. He glanced at Ahsoka and Dr. Halsey, then back to him, his voice low and urgent.

 

"I know this is all surreal, Bubba. Trust me, I get it. But the armor you're wearing... it's not from our world. It's from a fictional universe, one that you were a part of before this." He paused, seeming to choose his next words carefully. "And the UNSC, the people surrounding us... they're not here to hurt you. They just want to understand what happened, same as we do."

Dr. Halsey stepped forward, her datapad extended. "Matthew, this armor is advanced beyond anything we've seen. It could hold the key to recovering your memories. Please, let us help you."

Ahsoka sheathed her lightsaber, her expression softening slightly.

 

"I'm walking, aren't I? Honestly, I just wanted to... die. I usually make a new alter when that happens... did you call me Bubba, Subaru?" Bubba said.

 

Subaru nodded slowly, his expression a mix of understanding and concern. "Yes, Bubba. That's what I've always called you." He glanced at Ahsoka and Dr. Halsey, then back to him. "Listen, I know this is a lot to take in. But I need you to trust me. These people... they're not your enemies. They're here to help."

 

"Ok, Subaru, I believe you. Who did this, Ley? Roy? Those damn nasty Archbishops of Gluttony from your anime... ah, sorry. Your world. I understand, Subaru, but I'm annoyed Bubba got to have all the fun and now I'm cleaning up the mess... Subaru, has anything good happened to me at all?" Bubba said.

 

Subaru's expression softened, a flicker of hope in his eyes as he expressed his trust. He nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Thank you, Bubba. I know this is a lot to take in, but I promise we'll get through this together." He glanced at Ahsoka and Dr. Halsey, then back to him. "And yes, something good has happened to you. You've made a difference, saved lives, and..." He hesitated, clearly wanting to say more but unsure how he'd react. "You've found someone special. Ahsoka and I... we've become close friends because of you."

Ahsoka looked confused. "We have?"

Subaru nodded, a soft smile on his face as he looked at him. "Yes, Bubba. Ahsoka and I have become close friends, all because of you. You brought us together, showed us a different side of each other."

 

Ahsoka's brow furrowed, a mix of confusion and curiosity in her eyes as she looked between them. "I... I don't understand. I don't remember any of this. How is this possible?"

 

Dr. Halsey stepped forward, her datapad still extended as she studied him and the others. "This is unprecedented. The Archbishop's powers... they've never erased memories like this before." She looked up from her datapad, her expression serious. "Matthew, if you truly don't remember anything, then we need to find out what happened to you. This is more than just a case of amnesia."

 

They arrived in the medbay and began tests. Dr. Halsey began the tests, speaking in a clinical yet empathetic manner. "Matthew, I'm going to need you to stay still and focus on my voice. We're going to start with a basic neural scan to check for any damage to your brain or neural pathways."

 

She attached a small device to his temple, its cold metal sending a shiver through him. "This might feel a little strange at first, but it won't hurt." The device emitted a soft blue glow as it powered up, scanning his brain waves.

Ahsoka stood nearby, her posture tense but ready to help if needed. "Just relax, Bubba. We're here to help you remember, not to hurt you." Subaru nodded in agreement, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword as he kept watch.

 

Dr. Halsey reviewed the data on her datapad, her brow furrowing as she processed the information. "Interesting. The scan reveals no physical damage to your brain, which is a good sign. However, there are some unusual neural patterns here that I've never seen before." She tapped her datapad, bringing up a detailed 3D rendering. "These patterns are highly complex and seem to be connected to an unknown energy source. It's almost as if your brain has been altered in some way."

 

Subaru spoke. "The Guardian was changed by an artifact and his gene song after coming here, Dr. Halsey. That might be linked to what we're seeing here."

Dr. Halsey's eyes narrowed as she considered this. "That could explain these neural patterns. The artifact and genetic alterations have fundamentally changed your brain structure, Matthew. But this level of change... it's remarkable." She adjusted some settings. "I need to run some more tests, but it's possible that whatever the Archbishop did was amplified by these changes. Your mind may be too... unique for standard memory erasure methods."

Ahsoka moved closer, her brow furrowed in concern. "So what does this mean for Bubba? Will he ever get his memories back?"

Dr. Halsey's expression remained neutral, but uncertainty flickered across her face. "That's hard to say. The complexity of the neural patterns suggests that a normal memory restoration technique might actually cause more damage. We need to tread carefully here."

 

"Guys, we already know what to do. We have to stop the Gluttony brothers and or get that artifact of Wrath y'all mentioned," Bubba said.

 

Subaru's face darkened. "We can't be certain. The artifact's power might have amplified whatever the Archbishop did. It's possible you've been fundamentally altered." He paused, considering his next words carefully. "But you're right about the brothers. If we can find and destroy them, it might help reverse what was done to you."

 

Dr. Halsey nodded in agreement, her fingers moving swiftly over her datapad. "There's a chance that neutralizing the source of the Archbishop's power could help restore your memories and hopefully ours as well, as Subaru says. We'll need to be very careful, though. Based on these scans, your brain is essentially a ticking time bomb of unstable energy."

Ahsoka moved closer, her one hand reaching out to touch his arm lightly. "We'll figure this out, Bubba. Together."

 

Lasky and a woman stepped into the room. Quiet followed.

 

"Everyone, this is Osman, head of ONI," Lasky said. "She'll... be taking this 'Bubba' into protective custody."

 

29.2 What Could Be

Subaru's hand instinctively moved to the grip of his pistol, his posture tensing as he stared down Osman and Admiral Lasky. "No. Absolutely not." His voice was low and firm, a clear warning. "Bubba has been through hell and back, and he's done more for the UNSC than anyone else in this room. He's not going anywhere with ONI."

 

Ahsoka stepped up beside Subaru, her lightsaber igniting with a soft hum. The blue blade cast an eerie glow across her determined face. "I agree with Subaru. Bubba is aligned with the Force and in a shaky balance."

 

"That's not your call, kid. I'm the top dog here now 'til Hood arrives, and we can't have this thing running around like it's a toy," Osman retorted.

 

"I speak, "Listen, gang, I'm not interested in being 'interrogated' by ONI for info I don't have. We can speak cleanly, or I can try to use this armor. I won't be tortured again. I'd rather die," Bubba said.

 

Subaru's grip tightened on his pistol, his knuckles turning white. "That's not happening, Osman. Bubba's not some lab rat for you to dissect." He stepped forward, positioning himself between him and the ONI agent, his body language unmistakably protective.

 

Ahsoka's lightsaber flickered, the glow intensifying. "I agree with Subaru. ONI's methods are... questionable at best. We can't trust them with Bubba's wellbeing."

Admiral Lasky's eyes narrowed, a vein pulsing in his temple. "This is bigger than all of us, and bigger than one man's freedom. The security of the galaxy is at stake here."
Dr. Halsey stepped forward, her datapad in hand. "With all due respect, Admiral, I must concur with Subaru and Ahsoka. Bubba's condition is unprecedented."

 

A Grey Team of Spartans entered the room as Osman snapped her fingers. "We can do this the easy way... or my way."

"Wait, don't hurt Subaru. I'd be willing to stand for interrogation, but the armor stays on. Armor lock. Hope that worked." His armor glowed slightly as it tightened into place.

 

Subaru's eyes widened as the armor locked, a grim smile tugging at his lips. "Well played, Bubba. That armor's got some impressive tech." He turned back to Osman and Lasky, his posture still tense but his voice steady. "You heard him. Interrogation only, and the armor stays on. That's the deal."

Osman smiled. "Nice style, boys. Fine, we won't use... certain methods unless circumstances change. You have my word, though no one trusts that."

Subaru's face darkened as he moved to stand beside him, his stance protective and defiant. "I don't trust your word, but I'll hold you to it. If anything happens to Bubba, if you even think about using those methods..." He left the threat unspoken, his hand resting meaningfully on his sidearm.

 

Ahsoka's lightsaber flickered as she stepped closer, her face set in a firm expression. "I'll be monitoring the interrogation personally. If I sense any impropriety, I won't hesitate to intervene." Her words carried a clear warning.

Admiral Lasky ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident. "This is highly irregular, but given the circumstances, we'll proceed with the standard ONI interrogation protocols." He turned to him, his face stern.

 

"I warn you, I probably don't have any answers," Bubba said.

 

Osman smirked, undeterred. "That's what they all say at first, kid. But trust me, everyone's got something to spill under the right... persuasion."

 

Subaru tensed beside him. "I won't let you lay a finger on him, Osman. Not without a fight."

Dr. Halsey stepped forward, her brow furrowed in concern. "Admiral, I must insist we tread carefully here. Bubba's condition is highly irregular, and the Archbishop's powers are still unknown. We can't risk permanent damage."

Ahsoka's lightsaber flickered, her stance defensive. "I agree with Subaru and Dr. Halsey. Bubba's wellbeing should be our top priority, not extracting information by any means necessary."

Lasky sighed, rubbing his temples. "This isn't an ideal situation, but we have to consider the greater good here."

 

"I'm not from your universe, Osman. All I know I'll tell, but I'm forgetful... I have several conditions," Bubba said.

 

Osman narrowed her eyes, studying him intently. "Not from our universe, eh? That's a new one." She turned to Lasky, a smirk playing at her lips. "Sounds like this kid's got some story to spin."

 

Subaru stepped closer, his posture protective. "It's not a story, Osman. Bubba's different. He's been through a lot." His gaze flickered to him, a silent promise of support in his eyes.

 

"Let's just get this along. Like I said, I don't care about living anyway. But try to hurt me and we'll see what else this armor can do," Bubba said.

 

Osman's eyes widened slightly at his defiant words, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before it was replaced by a cold smirk. "Bold talk from a guy in a locked-down armor suit. We'll see how tough you are when we get you into a proper interrogation room."

 

Subaru stepped forward, his stance rigid with tension. "Try it, Osman. Lay a finger on him and I'll make sure you regret it."

Dr. Halsey shook her head, her brow furrowed. "Admiral, I really must insist that we proceed with extreme caution. Bubba's condition is highly unstable, and we can't risk permanent damage."
Ahsoka's lightsaber flickered, her expression set in a firm line. "I agree with Subaru and Dr. Halsey. Bubba's wellbeing should be our top priority, not subjecting him to a potentially harmful interrogation."

Lasky sighed. "Osman, I'm still appointed lead in the Liminal Nexus. I'm formally asking for two observers for these interrogations."

 

Osman smirked at Lasky's request, crossing her arms over her chest. "Fine, Admiral. We'll play this your way. But don't think for a second that I won't be watching closely." She jerked her head towards the door, a clear dismissal, and left the room.

 

Subaru kept his gaze trained on her as he moved to his side, his posture protective. "We'll be right here with you, Bubba. No matter what they try to do."

Ahsoka sheathed her lightsaber, her gaze never leaving the doorway. "I won't let them hurt you, Bubba. We'll get to the bottom of this together."

 

Dr. Halsey nodded in agreement, her expression serious. "I'll monitor your vitals closely and intervene if necessary. We'll take this slow and be cautious."

Lasky gave a curt nod, his jaw set with determination.

 

"Thanks, Admiral. I'm just some guy. I don't belong here," Bubba said.

Lasky's expression softened slightly, understanding evident in his eyes. "Bubba, I may not understand everything you're going through, but I do know this: you're here now, and that makes you part of this universe. Whether you believe it or not, you belong."

 

Subaru nodded in agreement, his hand resting reassuringly on his shoulder. "You may not feel like it, but you're important to us, Bubba. Your unique perspective and experiences are valuable assets in this fight against the Flood and the Didact."

Ahsoka's voice was gentle but firm as she spoke. "You're not just 'some guy,' Bubba. Everyone is someone."

 

"Guys, I have—" he spoke, but Subaru interrupted.

"DID, BPD, Autism, and ADHD! I know that! I remember. I know what you're going to say, Bubba, but all of your alters deserve to be here."

 

The room fell silent for a moment as Dr. Halsey stepped forward, concern evident on her face. "Subaru's right, Matthew. We're here to support all aspects of you, including your mental health conditions." She adjusted her glasses, studying him intently. "I'd like to do a more thorough examination once we're settled. Your conditions, combined with the unusual energy readings we detected, could be linked to the amnesia and other anomalies we're observing."

 

Ahsoka nodded in agreement, her one hand resting reassuringly on his arm. "We're all here for you, Bubba. Whatever you're going through, we'll face it together." Her tone became more gentle as she continued, "I know it's confusing right now, but try to remember that we're on your side. We want to help you regain your memories and understand what's happening."

Subaru moved closer, his posture protective. "But you're right. We have to get everyone's memory of you back as well. Maybe the Wrath Witch Factor... I can feel and move emotions. Doc, what if I could make everyone feel what happened? Or see it with the artifact?"

 

Dr. Halsey considered Subaru's suggestion, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "That's an interesting proposal, Subaru. The Wrath Witch Factor has proven to be a powerful tool in manipulating memories and emotions. However, we'd need to proceed with extreme caution. Erasing or tampering with people's memories, especially en masse, could have severe psychological consequences."

 

Ahsoka nodded in agreement, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Dr. Halsey's right. We can't risk causing more harm than good. If we do this, it needs to be carefully planned and executed." She turned to him, her hand still resting on his arm. "Bubba, what do you think? Are you comfortable with the idea of Subaru potentially influencing people's memories to bring back yours?"

The room fell silent, the weight of the decision pressing down on everyone.

 

"I don't know. Subaru seems to think that I had a purpose here. And that's worth fighting for... I guess? I don't really care. A virtual game Bubba was playing isn't going to bring me peace. Neither is a multiversal war," Matthew said.

 

Subaru's expression softened, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. "Bubba, I know this all feels overwhelming and pointless right now. Trust me, I get it. I've felt that way more times than I can count."

 

He took a step closer, his voice low and earnest. "But hear me out. This isn't just about some virtual game or a multiversal war. It's about the people we care about, the lives we can impact. You may not remember it, but you've made a difference here. You've fought alongside us, you've been a friend and a hero to so many."

Subaru's hand came to rest on his shoulder, a gesture of solidarity. "I believe that purpose is still there, waiting for you to reclaim it. And I'll be right there with you, every step of the way."

 

"Well, I always said I would help Subaru if I was in his anime. Let's do it. Whatever it is," Matthew said.

 

A small smile tugged at Subaru's lips. "That's the spirit, Bubba. I appreciate your trust." He turned to Dr. Halsey, who was already pulling out a small device from her medical kit. "Dr. Halsey, can you explain the procedure to us? I don't want Matthew to be blindsided by anything."

 

Dr. Halsey nodded, setting the device on a nearby table. "Of course. We use the Forerunner Wrath artifact to stabilize Subaru's powers. He will then attempt to restore the memory on the Nexus of Bubba."

 

"Amazing. But please call me Matthew, or Number 3. I can't believe Bubba had the audacity to just go by his alter name here," Matthew said.

 

Dr. Halsey nodded, her expression serious as she explained the procedure. "The Wrath artifact might allow Subaru to manipulate memories and emotions on a large scale. By focusing on the specific memories we want to restore in you, Matthew, Subaru can potentially bring them back to the surface."

 

She picked up a medical device, turning it over in her hands. "It's not without risks, of course. We could inadvertently alter other memories in the process, or cause psychological distress. But given the circumstances, it's worth attempting."

Ahsoka stepped closer, her eyes locked on his. "Matthew, I know this is a lot to take in. But I want you to know that we're here for you, no matter what happens. If you're not comfortable with this, we won't force you."

Subaru nodded in agreement. "Ahsoka's right. This is your choice, Bubba. I mean, Matthew."
"Well, gee, I've got the prettiest Jedi and the coolest wingman in the galaxy. I guess I have to say... yes," Matthew said.

 

Dr. Halsey nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Very well, Matthew. We'll proceed with the procedure. Subaru, if you're ready, we can ask the admirals for the artifact. I heard the Archbishop only managed to take the Gluttony one that was traded out for yours, Subaru. I'll go speak to the admirals. You two stay with him."

Subaru nodded, his face tense with concern. "I'll be ready when you are, Dr. Halsey. And thank you, Ahsoka and Matthew, for your trust. This is going to work, I promise."

 

He turned to him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Matthew, I know this is a lot to take in, but I believe in you. In us." He gestured between the two of them. "We've faced worse and come out stronger. This is just another challenge to overcome together."

Ahsoka moved closer, her hand resting gently on his other shoulder. "Prettiest, huh? I could get used to that."

 

"Don't tempt me. I'm intense, heheh," Matthew said.

 

Ahsoka rolled her eyes playfully, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Oh, I'm very tempted, believe me. But we've got more important things to focus on right now." She squeezed his shoulder gently before stepping back, her expression turning serious once more. "Subaru's right, Matthew. We've faced a lot together, and I have no doubt we'll get through this as well."

 

Subaru nodded in agreement, his hand still resting on Matthew’s shoulder. "Exactly. The key is to stay focused and work together. Dr. Halsey will be back soon with the artifact, and then we can get started on recovering your memories."

He hesitated for a moment, his brow furrowing with concern. "Matthew, I know this might not be the best time, but... I wanted to apologize for screaming at you the other day. It's been weighing on me."

 

"Oh we screamed huh? Well I used to do that a lot... no hard feelings if you're actually sorry," Matthew said.

 

Subaru's grip on his shoulder loosened as he pulled back, his expression a mix of relief and lingering guilt. "I am sorry, Matthew. I know I shouldn't have lost my temper like that, especially given everything you've been through. It's just... the stress of the situation, the uncertainty... it gets to all of us sometimes."

He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting Matthew's with a determined glint. "But you're right. We can't let past arguments hold us back, not with what's at stake here. I need you at your best, and I promise I'll do everything in my power to help you get there."
Ahsoka, who had been quietly observing the exchange, stepped forward. "Subaru's right. We need to focus on the present and work together to get through this. And that means being honest with each other, even when it's hard."

 

The grey Spartans came to as Blue Team left the room. "We're to take you to conference room zero. Let's move," one of them stated.

 

Dr. Halsey returned shortly after, accompanied by two ONI agents. She nodded to Subaru and Ahsoka before turning to Matthew. "Bad news everyone. They aren't ready to let us try again after this fiasco. But I believe they will soon. For now, it's off to questioning, Matthew."

 

"Sure, let's roll," Matthew said.

 

Subaru nodded solemnly. "Alright, let's do this. But remember, Matthew - I'm right here with you. No matter what happens, you're not alone in this."

He moved to stand beside him, his posture tense but determined. Ahsoka took up a position on his other side, her one hand resting on the hilt of her lightsaber in a protective gesture.

Together, the three of them made their way out of the medbay and into the sterile, white corridors of the UNSC Infinity. The grey Spartans flanked them on either side, their armor gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights.

As they walked, Subaru leaned in close, his voice low. "Matthew, I know you're worried about what's going to happen next. But whatever they throw at us, we'll face it together. You have the strength to get through this, and I believe in you."

 

"I'm good Sub, and thanks. It's just questioning. I guess make sure they give me water and food. Tell them I like chicken," Matthew said.

 

The two grey Spartans led the way, their heavy footfalls echoing through the corridors. As they walked, Subaru and Ahsoka flanked Matthew on either side.
"You heard the man, give him chicken and plenty of water," Subaru called out to the Spartans. "He's got a big day ahead of him."

One of the Spartans, a female with the designation Spartan-104, glanced back. "Chicken and water. Got it." Her voice was flat and professional, but held a hint of something else—perhaps curiosity.
As they rounded a corner, they found themselves in front of a large, imposing door. The Spartans came to a halt, and Spartan-104 stepped forward, her hand hovering over the control panel. "Conference Room Zero."

 

"Not fishy at all, haha," Matthew said.

 

Spartan-104's lips twitched, the barest hint of a smile crossing her features. "You've got a sense of humor, at least. Might need that where you're going."

She tapped the control panel, and the heavy door slid open with a hiss, revealing a sterile, well-lit conference room. A long table dominated the space, surrounded by high-backed chairs. At the head of the table sat a severe-looking woman in a crisp ONI uniform.

 

"Subaru, Ahsoka, see you later. Bring me a postcard, ok?" Matthew said.

 

Subaru nodded, a determined expression on his face. "You got it, Matthew. We'll be back before you know it, with a postcard and a plan. Just stay strong in there."

As the Spartans escorted Matthew into the conference room, he could feel the weight of their stares—the curiosity, the suspicion, and perhaps a hint of sympathy.

 

The severe woman at the head of the table rose to her feet as he entered, her eyes narrowing as she took in his unfamiliar armor. She spoke with a commanding air. "I am a Lieutenant with ONI. And you, my friend, are in a very precarious position. So let's get right to it - who are you, and what exactly do you know about the Didact and the Flood?"

The lights in the room dimmed, casting deep shadows across the sterile walls. A holographic display flickered to life, showing an image of the Banished. The Spartans flanked the exits, their armor reflecting the harsh light.

 

"The Didact was a Forerunner, or a human that became one? The lore was iffy it was a book and I forget. Locked away for 100 millennia he woke on Requiem to the Master Chief and was hostile to humanity. He made Prometheans out of humans, I forget the word. He attacked earth. Chief killed him off screen before Halo 5. God I hope this is before Halo 5. I wasn't a fan of its story, multi-player rocked though in my opinion," Matthew said.

 

The ONI lieutenant's eyebrow twitched slightly at his rambling response. "Interesting. Very interesting." She turned to her aide, a young woman in a crisp suit, and whispered something. The aide quickly typed something into a holotablet.

 

"Before we continue," the lieutenant said, leaning forward, "could you elaborate on your knowledge of the Banished? Specifically, their leader, Atriox?" The holographic display shifted, showing images of Banished forces and their leader.

 

"He's an unknown, barely given screen time. I think he was in more commercials than time in game. To be fair, damn good commercials. He is a pirate leader. Was sent on suicide missions for the Covenant until he killed some and left. Formed the Banished. Fought Cutter and Isabel on the arc. Now Subaru says he is here. I wish I knew more, oh, he likes ambushes. Be careful. In Halo infinite they bring down the Infinity in an ambush," Matthew said.

 

The ONI lieutenant's eyes narrowed as she processed the information. "Ambushes, you say? That's... quite specific." She exchanged a glance with her aide, who furiously typed notes into her holotablet. The Spartans remained motionless by the doors, their eyes never leaving him.

 

"So, to clarify," the lieutenant continued, "you're claiming to have knowledge of future events in our universe? Specifically, details about the Banished leader, Atriox, and his tactics?" Her tone was measured, but there was an undercurrent of skepticism.

 

"I'm not claiming anything," Matthew replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "I'm just telling you what I know. Or, what I knew, in my world. Look, I don't understand any of this myself. I'm just trying to make sense of it all, same as you."

 

The aide looked up from her holotablet, her brow furrowed. The ONI lieutenant leaned back in her chair, studying him intently. "Well, your... unique perspective could prove valuable, even if the source is uncertain." She turned to the aide. "Lieutenant Commander, coordinate with Dr. Halsey's team. I want a full diagnostic on our guest here, focusing on his neurological functions and memory engrams. And get me a report on any anomalous energy readings around the ship."

 

"Oh I do know some flood lore I doubt y'all know. Though it's useless," Matthew said.

 

The ONI lieutenant leaned forward, her eyes narrowing with interest. "Useless? I highly doubt that. Please, share what you know about the Flood."

 

Matthew took a deep breath, trying to recall the details from his memories. "Well, the flood's origins. The forerunners were the precursors' creation. The precursors chose humanity instead to hold the Mantle. The forerunners killed their creators. The survivors, that we know of, turned to dust to reform later, but they became the flood. The flood has the memories of all flood ever, including from then. There you have it. 100 millennia old trivia."

 

The ONI lieutenant's face remained impassive, but her aide's fingers faltered momentarily on the holotablet. "Fascinating. Truly fascinating." She leaned back, steepling her fingers. "Your knowledge of Forerunner history, while... unique, aligns with certain classified reports we've uncovered." She exchanged a glance with the aide, who nodded almost imperceptibly. "Lieutenant Commander, prepare a report for the Admiral immediately. Highlight the subject's knowledge of Forerunner origins and Flood biology." She turned back to him, her gaze intense. "Now, where exactly do you hail from?"

 

"Earth, Texas USA 2025. Born 96," Matthew said.

 

The ONI lieutenant's eyes widened slightly at his response. She leaned forward, her elbows resting on the table as she studied him intently. "Earth? 2025? That's... that's impossible." She shook her head, as if trying to clear it. "That's over 500 years off."

 

"Yes I know of your time, the 2550s right?" Matthew said.

 

The ONI lieutenant's expression shifted from surprise to a mix of intrigue and unease. She leaned back in her chair, her fingers drumming lightly on the table. "You're remarkably well-informed for someone who claims to be from the 21st century." Her gaze drifted to her aide, who appeared equally unsettled by his revelation.

 

"I'm a nerd and enjoyed the halo series during my traumatic childhood that's all. Though Subaru says it's helped here," Matthew said.

 

The ONI lieutenant's demeanor softened slightly at his explanation, though skepticism remained etched on her face. "A fan, you say? That's... unusual." She leaned forward, studying him intently. "Tell me, in your fan theories, what did you imagine the UNSC would do if they encountered someone who claimed to be from the past?"

His statement about Subaru piqued her interest. "And how exactly has this Subaru helped you here? Has he revealed information about the Didact or Flood that we should know about?"

 

"No, I assumed both were dead. I've read all the crossover fan fiction, but there was never a 4th wall breaker from my time there," Matthew said.

 

The ONI lieutenant's face softened slightly, a glimmer of understanding crossing her features. "I see. So you're essentially playing a role in a story you already know the outcome of." She leaned back, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the table. "Fascinating. Truly fascinating."

Her aide approached, whispering something in her ear. The lieutenant's face darkened. "Our scans are showing unusual neural patterns. Your brain appears to be processing information in ways that our systems can't fully comprehend." She leaned forward, her gaze intense. "Would you be willing to undergo a more detailed examination? Our doctors are the best in the UNSC, and they might be able to help you recover your memories."

 

"Sounds like you spooks want to dissect me. Subaru and Halsey already have a plan to fix my memory. That being said. If the armor stays on I'll do the tests," Matthew said.

 

The ONI lieutenant nodded slowly, a mix of respect and caution in her expression. "Fair enough. Final question, what do you want from all this. What would you do here without these memories?"

 

"Huh... well... adventuring sounds fun... but I'm just some guy, and I don't have the drive or youth anymore. If I had to stay I would ask if euthanasia is legal here, though I think giving this place a chance has merit. I promised Subaru," Matthew said.

 

The ONI lieutenant's expression darkened at his morbid query. She leaned back in her chair, her fingers steepled under her chin as she regarded him thoughtfully. "Euthanasia is not legal in the UNSC, nor would I condone it. Every life is precious, even one as... unique as yours." She paused, seeming to consider her next words carefully. "If you were to stay, and I stress that this is not a guarantee, there would be a place for you here. Perhaps not as a soldier on the front lines, but as a consultant, an advisor. Your knowledge of the past, of the fiction that seems to have become reality, could be invaluable."

 

"Well agree to disagree. Would I have any privacy or free time in this role you're envisioning?" Matthew asked.

 

The ONI lieutenant's face relaxed slightly, a glimmer of understanding crossing her features. "Privacy is a luxury in the UNSC, but I can assure you that we would do our best to maintain your dignity and personal space." She leaned forward, her words taking on a more serious tone. "However, free time would be limited. Your knowledge is too valuable to be wasted idly. You would be expected to contribute to our efforts, whether through strategic planning, cultural analysis, or whatever else we deem necessary."

She paused, studying his face intently. "But I suppose that's why you're here, isn't it? You're not just some guy, you're someone who's lived through this future, who understands what's coming. We need that perspective, and you need a purpose."

 

"I had a purpose. It's gone. Period. Now I'm not even in the same universe. Don't expect me to... sigh OK I'll do your silly job if I get to write and maybe another hobby or two," Matthew said.

 

The ONI lieutenant's face showed empathy and understanding. "I understand the loss of purpose can be crushing. But consider this - your knowledge, your experiences, they're unique in all of existence. You could be the bridge between our world and the one you come from."

She paused, tapping a finger thoughtfully on the table. "As for writing and hobbies, I'll see what I can arrange. The UNSC has some of the finest libraries and research facilities in the galaxy. You'd have access to knowledge that most would only dream of." She stood, offering her hand. "Do we have an agreement, Mr. Bubba? You help us understand the multiverse, and we'll do our best to provide for your needs."

 

"Sure... what else can I do anyway? This armor won't kill me. I already asked if that was possible, you know, just in case..." Matthew said.

 

The ONI lieutenant's eyes widened at his morbid declaration. She quickly glanced at the Spartans flanking the room, as if assessing their reaction, before turning her gaze back to him. Her voice was low and measured when she spoke. "Your armor is a marvel, there's no denying that. But it's not a panacea. You could still be injured, even killed, in the right circumstances." She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I must stress that such thoughts are not productive. We need your mind sharp and your will strong."

She stood abruptly, the sudden movement causing the Spartans to tense. "Come with me," she commanded, striding towards the door. The Spartans fell into step behind Matthew as he followed her into the corridor. The lieutenant led him through a maze of sterile white halls, her steps purposeful and quick.

After a short walk, she stopped before a simple door labeled Dr. Troi's Office.

 

"Ah, Bubba, enter! Forgive me but I’ve been briefed by Subaru and your interrogation." said Dr. Troi. The Spartans waited outside as Matthew entered her office and sat on the plush sofa.

 

As he settled onto the plush sofa, Dr. Troi regarded him with a mix of concern and curiosity. She perched on the edge of her desk, folding her hands in her lap. "Bubba, I must admit, your request caught me off guard. The ONI lieutenant is right, your armor is advanced, but it's not invincible." Her brow furrowed slightly. "But more importantly, I'm worried about your state of mind. Losing your purpose, feeling disconnected from your past... those are heavy burdens to bear."

 

29.3 The Session

 

She leaned forward slightly, her voice gentle but firm. "I know you've been through a lot. The mental health issues you struggle with, the weight of knowing you're from a future that may never come to pass... it's a unique kind of pain." Dr. Troi paused, seeming to choose her next words carefully. "But you're not alone in this. You have friends here, people who care about you."

 

"Supposedly. Does it matter? I'm done with life. It won," Matthew said.

 

Dr. Troi listened intently as he spoke, her expression a mix of sympathy and determination. She nodded slowly, acknowledging his words before responding.
"I understand your feelings, Bubba. The weight of existence can be overwhelming at times. But I disagree with your assessment. Life may not be a game, but it's certainly not over just because you've lost a hand or a sense of purpose."

 

"You're stronger than you give yourself credit for," she said softly, her hands working methodically. "You've survived things that would break most people. And you have a unique perspective, one that could be invaluable in the battles to come."

Dr. Troi finished bandaging his hand and sat back on her heels, looking up at him.

 

"Unique, Unique, Unique... there's tens of millions of nerds on my world. Most know more than me I'm sure. I don't have to explain myself. I agreed to help. My true desire doesn't matter," Matthew said.

 

Dr. Troi sighed, setting the first aid kit aside and standing up to pace the room. "I understand your cynicism, Bubba, but I must disagree with your assessment of your own worth. Your unique perspective, your experiences spanning multiple universes and timelines, make you invaluable. You've seen things, lived through events that no one else here has even imagined."

She turned to face him, her expression earnest. "And as for your desire not mattering, I strongly disagree. Your motivations, your inner drive, they're what will keep you going when things get tough. And believe me, they will get tough."

Dr. Troi moved to the window, gazing out at the stars streaking past the ship. "I've seen a lot in my time with the UNSC. I've seen soldiers break under the pressure, their minds shattered by the horrors they've witnessed."

 

"Doctor I failed the person I love and they took their own life due to the pain I couldn't fix. Due to her parents abuse. Due to society. You're right I don't want to die. I want to kill everyone responsible for her death, with me last. I can't do that I'm in this universe now can I? So it just doesn't matter. I'll do the job and either cope or get better," Matthew said.

 

Dr. Troi turned from the window, her expression softening with empathy. "Bubba, I'm so sorry for your loss. Losing someone you love, especially in such a tragic way, is an immense pain that never fully heals." She moved back to the sofa and sat beside him, not touching, but close enough to show solidarity.

"It's understandable that you want to make those responsible pay. The desire for vengeance is a natural response to injustice." Her voice was gentle but direct. "But here's the thing - you're right, you can't go on a killing spree in this universe. Not only would it be deeply unethical, but it would likely get you killed or imprisoned. Neither would honor your love's memory."

Dr. Troi leaned forward slightly, her eyes meeting his. "Your pain is real, Bubba. But channeling it into destructive acts won't bring her back or heal you. It will only cause more suffering."

 

"First off, she didn't mind. Asked me to take out a few people actually. Secondly... well I guess that was it. What should I do doc? Are there pills for this in this timeline?" Matthew asked.

 

Dr. Troi shook her head gently. "I understand your pain, Bubba, but I must be clear - no matter how justified you may feel, taking lives will not heal your wounds. It will only create new scars."

 

She leaned back, considering his question. "As for medication... we do have some powerful psychotropic drugs in this era. Antidepressants, antipsychotics, even cognitive enhancers. But I hesitate to prescribe them lightly. Each drug has its own risks and side effects."

Dr. Troi stood up and paced thoughtfully. "I believe a more holistic approach could be beneficial for you. Regular counseling sessions, and perhaps some time spent in nature or creative pursuits."

She turned back to him, her expression pensive. "But I also think you need a sense of purpose. Something to focus your energy and channel your grief into positive action."

 

"Purpose... I've never had one," Matthew said.

 

Dr. Troi sat back down, her face calm and understanding. "That's not true, Bubba. You've had many purposes throughout your life - in your own world, and now here." She leaned forward slightly, her eyes intense as she spoke.

"Your knowledge of multiple universes and timelines makes you uniquely qualified to contribute to our understanding of the multiverse. Your experiences with the Flood and Forerunners could be invaluable to our efforts to combat them." She paused, considering her next words carefully. "But more importantly, your perspective - your ability to see beyond the confines of this single timeline - that's what makes you truly special. You could help bridge the gap between our world and others, facilitating cooperation and understanding."

Dr. Troi stood up and walked to a nearby console, pulling up a holographic display. "The UNSC is creating a new division focused on multiverse studies. I believe you would be an ideal candidate for it."

 

"I can't stay... steady. I'll not be able to work well a lot of the time. I need years to recover Dr. I have autistic burnout. Well, it looks like the space magic shit healed my body at least," Matthew said.

 

Dr. Troi's face showed understanding and concern. "Bubba, I appreciate your honesty. Your conditions are complex and multifaceted." She moved closer, speaking gently. "While the space magic may have healed your physical body, it's important to remember that mental health is a journey, not a destination."

She pulled up his medical records on the holographic display. "Your symptoms - the burnout, the fluctuating mental state - they're valid and need attention. We have advanced techniques here that could help manage your symptoms." She paused, considering her next words carefully. "But I want to be clear - this isn't something that will be 'cured' overnight. It will take time, patience, and ongoing support."

Dr. Troi sat back down, her posture relaxed but attentive. "The UNSC can provide you with accommodations, support staff, and flexible work arrangements."

 

"Hm, I'm finally getting help. But I don't trust it will last. Everyone will expect me to give more and more until I'm all used up. If they help me long term at all. The UNSC is great, but I'm not Dr. I'm extremely and 'uniquely' unfit for this role," Matthew said.

 

Dr. Troi leaned forward, her face a picture of understanding and concern. "Bubba, I hear your concerns, and they're valid. The UNSC has seen its share of burnout and PTSD cases." She paused, choosing her words carefully. "But let me be clear - we don't expect you to be a superhuman, all-knowing consultant. Your unique perspective is valuable, but we don't need you to be perfect. In fact, we don't even want that."

She pulled up a holographic schedule on the console. "We've designed a flexible work arrangement for you. It includes regular mental health check-ins, limited time commitments, and the option to work remotely when needed." Dr. Troi turned back to him, her face open and sincere. "We understand that your value isn't measured by how much you can produce, but by the quality of your insights and the depth of your understanding."

 

"Fine. But I can't get over that this happened after she died. After we went through all the pain. I hate reality. As far as I'm concerned this is my personal hell. Since I can't die, I guess it's fitting. Usually when it gets this bad I get a new.... wait that's why Bubba was here wasn't it... but no one remembers that now," Matthew said.

 

Dr. Troi nodded solemnly, her expression one of deep empathy. "I understand your frustration, Bubba. Losing someone you love is a pain that no amount of time or distance can completely erase." She leaned back in her chair, her eyes distant as if recalling her own losses. "In a universe as vast and unpredictable as ours, it's easy to feel like we're adrift in a sea of chaos and cruelty."

She focused back on him, her gaze intense and unwavering. "But even in the darkest of times, we have a choice. We can let the pain consume us, or we can channel it into something meaningful." Dr. Troi stood up and walked around the desk, perching on the edge in front of him. "I know it's not the same, but the work you're doing here - the insights you're providing, the lives you're helping to save - it's a testament to the strength of your bond with her."

 

"Don't push it doc. I'm close to the edge. I'll try to switch to someone else but this shit has nothing to do with her. And I have a request. I would like to save at least one of her through this multiverse crap. Maybe that's why I'm here. I would prefer 2, so it's like a wave throughout infinity. Could I... ask Subaru about my life here?" Matthew asked.

 

Dr. Troi held up her hands in a placating gesture. "Bubba, I'm not pushing anything. I'm here to listen and support you." She sat back down, her posture relaxed but attentive. "Your request about saving people like her, that's noble. But remember, the multiverse is vast and unpredictable. Finding exact matches isn't guaranteed."

She tapped her fingers on the arm of her chair. "As for Subaru, I already asked him to come by." She then turned to the door as Subaru arrived, his face weary as he passed the grey Spartans.

 

"Bubba, Dr. Troi said you wanted to see me?" Subaru said as he entered the room, his eyes flickering between Matthew and the psychologist. The weight of recent events seemed to hang heavy on his shoulders, evident in the lines of exhaustion etched into his face.

 

Dr. Troi stood up from her chair, a reassuring smile on her face as she gestured for Subaru to take a seat. "Subaru, thank you for coming. Bubba here has some questions about... well, about his life here in this universe, as it were." Matthew watched Subaru take a seat, his posture tense.
"So," Subaru began, his voice sounding strained. "What do you want to know, exactly?" His eyes darted to Dr. Troi for a moment before returning to Matthew, curiosity and wariness etched on his face.

 

Dr. Troi leaned back in her chair, allowing him to speak freely. "Subaru, I understand this might be uncomfortable, but Bubba's experiences in his home universe could provide valuable insights for our work here. Your cooperation is much appreciated." She turned to Matthew, giving an encouraging nod. "Bubba, why don't you start by asking what you came here to ask?"

 

"Why didn't I end myself? What kept me here?" Matthew asked.

 

Subaru shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his brow furrowed as he considered the question. "I... I don't know, Bubba. I mean, in this universe, you and I never really talked about that stuff." He ran a hand through his hair, his gaze distant. "But I can guess a few things."

Subaru leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "First off, you're a survivor. I mean, look at everything you've been through - the battles, the losses, the... the tragedy." His voice caught slightly on the last word, a flicker of understanding passing between them. "You didn't end it all because you had a purpose. A mission to complete."

He straightened up, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "And secondly, you had people who believed in you. Friends who had your back, no matter what."

"And third... was Ahsoka I think. The two of you got... romantically involved I guess..."

 

"Huh? Bubba pulled Ahsoka? That's crazy. Bubba is like 15 16 tops. In our head of course," Matthew said.

 

Subaru's face contorted into a confused grimace, clearly not understanding the reference. "What? Bubba is 15 or 16? That's insane! I think he may have aged a bit without you number three. Bubba. You're... well, I don't actually know how old you are." He chuckled, a light-hearted sound that broke the tense atmosphere momentarily. "Ahsoka, though, she's pretty amazing. I mean, she's a Jedi, you know? Brave, skilled, beautiful..."
Subaru's face turned slightly red at the last word, and he quickly cleared his throat. "What I mean is, she's an inspiration. To a lot of people, including me." He paused, considering his next words carefully. "And I think that's part of why you connected with her. She understands the weight of responsibility, the burden of being a hero. And she doesn't let it define her."

Subaru's gaze became more serious. "But there's more to it than that, isn't there?" Subaru leaned back in his chair, his expression pensive. "You and Ahsoka, you've both been through so much. Lost so much. There's a bond there, a shared understanding that transcends age or time." He shrugged, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Maybe that's why the two of you found each other, even in different universes. Destiny, fate, whatever you want to call it."

 

Dr. Troi nodded thoughtfully, her fingers steepled under her chin. "It's a fascinating perspective, Subaru. The idea that our experiences shape us in ways that can transcend even the boundaries of reality." She turned to Matthew, her eyes bright with intellectual curiosity. "Bubba, do you think there's a deeper meaning behind your connection with Ahsoka? Something that goes beyond the physical and temporal?"

 

"No I swore never to date again. Bubba is an ass clown. If it were destiny why did my love die? There is no fate, only darkness and candles. I'm happy for him though, if he returns. He deserves it. But it's not what I want. I want to travel the infinite to find her. I'm not defined by stuff, I disagree. I can't be a warrior with messed up ankles. I can't be a breadwinner when 60 percent of my nation is in debt and can't afford medical bills. I can't be a lover if I'm too broke to figure out why she's in pain. I can't be a son when my parents abuse me. The list goes on," Matthew said.

 

Dr. Troi's face softened with empathy as she listened to his impassioned outburst. "I understand your frustration, Bubba. The world can be cruel, and our systems often fail those who need them most." She leaned forward, her words gentle but firm. "But let me ask you something - are you really stuck with these limitations, or are you choosing them? Your experiences have shaped you, yes, but they don't have to define you."

 

Subaru interjected, his words thick with emotion. "Bubba, I've seen what you can do. What you've accomplished." He stood up, pacing as he spoke. "You've faced the Didact, the Flood, stolen a Wraith - hell, you've even been to different universes! And you're telling me you can't be a warrior or a breadwinner?" He stopped, turning to face him, his eyes blazing with intensity.

 

"That's exactly what I'm saying. I was free here. If I join the UNSC it will happen all over again. The weight of the rest of society being idiots. No offense. Yes I worked cancer causing, back breaking labor and still didn't have enough to eat properly. That's how I lived. And that's certainly a way to define things. I'm glad Bubba did this and that. And if his goofy ass returns he's welcome to do anything he pleases. Just don't ask ME to. This alter that is me. I'm done," Matthew said.

 

Dr. Troi's eyebrows raised at his vehement response. "Bubba, I understand your frustration with societal systems, but you're jumping to conclusions." She leaned forward, her words taking on a more personal quality. "The UNSC isn't the same organization you knew. We're working to improve conditions, especially for those with unique circumstances like yourself."

 

Subaru's face showed concern as he watched him. "Bubba, you're not the same person who lived that life anymore. You've got skills, knowledge - hell, you've got powers now!" He gestured emphatically. "You can't just give up on everything you've accomplished. On the person you've become."

Dr. Troi nodded in agreement. "Subaru's right. Your experiences have made you who you are today - but they don't have to determine your future. The UNSC can provide support, resources, and opportunities that weren't available before."

 

"Powers?" Matthew asked.

 

Subaru nodded vigorously, his face eager. "Yeah, powers! Control of portals, summoning fleets and people, telekinesis, probability manipulation. Fighting training, damn good advice and help, strategy that saved lives, a lot of it. You got stronger and have this bad ass armor to protect you."

 

"That sounds great. I hope Bubba enjoys that. But my promise meant something. I'll never let it go. I… just can’t." And with that he sat back and sighed, with a wave it was clear Mew had arrived to front in his body.

 

Subaru's face fell as he watched him withdraw, his expression becoming distant and pained. He knelt down beside the sofa, his hand hesitating before settling on his shoulder in a tentative gesture of comfort.
"I know you're hurting, Bubba," he said softly, his voice heavy with understanding. "But shutting yourself away from the world... it's not the answer. You have so much to offer, so much potential. Don't let your past dictate your future."

Dr. Troi nodded in agreement, her eyes filled with sympathy. "Subaru's right. I know it's not easy, Bubba. Change is never easy. But you don't have to face this alone." She leaned forward, her voice taking on an encouraging tone. "The UNSC can provide support, resources, and opportunities that weren't available before. But more than that, we can help you find a sense of purpose, a way to use your unique experiences to make a difference."

 

Mew motioned for something to write with and gave a thumbs up.

 

Dr. Troi quickly retrieved a small notepad and pen from her pocket, handing them to him with a gentle smile. "Here you are, Bubba. Take your time."

Mew nodded gratefully and began to write, his hand trembling slightly as he formed the words: I'll try. Parts of me... will try.

Dr. Troi's face showed approval as she read the message. "That's a great start, Bubba. I know it's not easy, but every small step forward is progress." She glanced at Subaru, who gave an encouraging smile.

Subaru placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, his eyes locked with his. "You've come so far already, Bubba. Remember when we first met? You were so lost, so confused. Look at you now - you're part of something bigger, something that needs your unique perspective."

 

He gestured around the room, encompassing the complex and its inhabitants. "The UNSC, all of us, we're counting on you to help us understand this multiverse. Your experiences, your struggles, they're valuable. Don't ever doubt that."

Dr. Troi nodded in agreement, her face serious. "Subaru's right. Your autism, your experiences with different realities, these are strengths in our current situation. The UNSC needs people who can think outside the box, who can see connections others might miss." She leaned forward, her words taking on a more personal quality. "I'm here to support you, Bubba."

 

Mew wrote: We're good now the feeling has passed. Thank you. Subaru, fix memory please

 

Subaru's face lit up with hope as he read the note. "Of course, Bubba. I'm glad you're feeling better."

 

"Well damn you guess you'll show up this shits pretty cool. Hi you're Matcha. Thanks for the kind words," Matcha said in a higher-pitched, childlike voice.

 

The room fell silent as everyone processed the sudden change in demeanor. Dr. Troi's eyes widened slightly, while Subaru let out a soft chuckle. "Well, this is different," he said, amusement clear in his voice. "But I like it, Matcha."

Dr. Troi leaned forward, a gentle smile on her face. "It's good to meet you, Matcha. I'm Dr. Troi, and I'm here to help both you and Bubba." She glanced at the notepad still in his hand. "Would you like to say anything else?" Mew nodded enthusiastically, grabbing the pen and scribbling quickly.

Yep! This is so cool! All these new people and new places to explore! I can't wait to learn more about this universe and help people with my special abilities! And thank you for being so nice, Dr. Troi and Subaru! You're the best! (heart emoji) I'm really excited to see what adventures await us here! (smiley face emoji) Is there anything you need help with?

 

Dr. Troi smiled warmly at the enthusiastic response. "Actually, Matcha, we could use your help. We're working on understanding the multiverse and how it connects to our own reality. Your unique perspective and abilities could be invaluable in this research." She paused, gauging the reaction. "Would you be interested in joining our team and helping us study the anomalies we've been observing?"

Subaru chimed in, his face lighting up with curiosity. "Yeah, Matcha! Your insight could be crucial in figuring out how to protect this multiverse from threats like the Flood and the Didact. Plus, it'd be awesome to have you around. You're always so positive and enthusiastic - that kind of energy can really boost morale."

 

Mew nodded eagerly, grabbing the pen again and writing furiously. I'd love to help! I'm really good at finding hidden connections and seeing patterns that others might miss.

 

"Sure I'll help. I won't deny it may be fun. But I would like the memory restored Subaru. I can't speak with Bubba right now for some reason," Matcha said.

 

Subaru's face softened with understanding. "Of course, Matcha. I'll do my best to restore your memories. But we need to be careful. This could be dangerous."

Dr. Troi nodded in agreement, her professional demeanor mixing with a gentle concern. "Subaru's right. While we believe the artifact can help, there's no guarantee of the outcome. We've seen it affect memories in unpredictable ways before." She paused, meeting his gaze. "Are you absolutely certain this is what you want, Matcha? Once we start, there's no turning back."

Mew nodded firmly, grabbing the pen and scribbling quickly. I understand the risks, but I need to remember who I am. Please, Subaru, do it now. I can't stand feeling like this any longer.

 

The Red Alert sirens blared suddenly. "Attention all hands, possible intruders! Stay sharp. Chief to the bridge. Noble Team to Dr. Troi's office!"

The sudden intrusion of the alarm jolted them to their feet, the notepad slipping from his grasp. Subaru's eyes narrowed with concern as he tucked the artifact back into his pack. "Looks like trouble found us again," he muttered, standing up as well.

Dr. Troi moved to the door, her professional demeanor slipping into one of calm command. "Subaru, we should stay here until the Spartans arrive." They both nodded in agreement, but the sounds of distant explosions and gunfire echoed through the corridors. The floor beneath their feet trembled slightly, as if warning of an approaching threat. Through the observation window, they could see Noble Team engaging a group of Banished forces in the hangar bay, their Spartan armor glowing in the harsh lighting as they moved with practiced efficiency.

 

"Should we help?" Matcha asked.

 

Subaru glanced at the door, then back to Matcha and Dr. Troi. "We should stay put until the Spartans get here," he said firmly. "Engaging the Banished now would just split our forces. The Spartans are the best equipped to handle this."

Dr. Troi nodded in agreement, her voice calm and professional despite the commotion outside. "Subaru's right, Matcha."

Dr. Troi's comm beeped, and she answered, putting it on speaker. "Dr. Troi here. Go ahead."

 

A Brute Chieftain suddenly tore off the door, roaring as bullets bounced off its shields from the corridor behind. Instinctively and unknowingly, Matcha threw a portal at it, teleporting it to space.

The Brute's shields flickered and failed as it was teleported into the vacuum, its agonized scream cut short by the sudden decompression. The portal closed behind it, leaving a small hole in the doorframe. The vacuum created by the portal's closure sent a rush of air through the corridor, causing papers to flutter and Dr. Troi's hair to whip around her face. She quickly moved to check the door, assessing the damage. "My god, Matcha. You just teleported that Brute into space." Her words were laced with equal parts admiration and concern.

 

Subaru's face contorted with surprise. "That was incredible, but also dangerous. You shouldn't have been able to do that." He stepped closer, studying him intently. "Your powers are developing faster than we thought. Dr. Troi, we need to run some tests immediately."

 

The red lights and sirens stopped as Lasky spoke over the ship's comms, "Enemies neutralized. Check yourselves and others for injuries and report to Isabel. Subaru and Matthew to the bridge, Noble team escort with Grey Team."

 

Dr. Troi's eyes widened as she processed the sudden turn of events. "I... yes, absolutely. Matcha, your powers are developing rapidly and unpredictably. We need to understand the extent and the cause."

Subaru nodded grimly, his gaze still fixed on him. "This is unprecedented. That level of teleportation, the raw power... it's unlike anything we've seen before." He took a step closer, his voice low and urgent. "Matcha, how do you feel? Any aftereffects or pain?"
Matcha shook his head, trying to process his own actions. The memory of the portal felt hazy, as if it happened outside of his conscious control. "I... I don't know. It just happened. Like instinct." His voice wavered slightly, a mix of shock and residual adrenaline.

Dr. Troi's expression softened with concern as she moved to his side, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

 

"Subaru, Dr., asset. We're taking you to the bridge," said Noble 1 from the doorway.

 

The three of them headed to the bridge, passing through a corridor where a Banished soldier lay dead, his armor pierced by Spartan weaponry. Noble Team was already there, standing guard at the entrance. The bridge was a hive of activity, with Admiral Hood on a viewscreen and the admirals on holograms monitoring the situation. Dr. Troi guided him to a medical station while Subaru moved to the tactical console.

 

Dr. Troi began running scans, her hands moving efficiently across various medical instruments. "Your neural patterns are showing some unusual activity," she said, her brow furrowing as she studied the readings. "It's like your brain produced a massive surge of energy, but your body didn't show any signs of strain."

 

Subaru turned from the tactical console, concern etched on his face. "That teleportation was on an entirely different scale than what we've seen before. Did you feel anything during the process? Any connection to the space around you?"

Matcha tried to focus on the question, but his mind kept drifting back to the moment of the teleportation. "It was like I was everywhere at once, but not in a bad way. Like I could see all the possible paths through space." He shook his head, struggling to find the right words. "I don't know if that makes sense."

Dr. Troi prompted, "Like reality was fluid and you could bend it?"

 

"Like reality was fluid and I could bend it," Matcha confirmed.

 

Dr. Troi's scans became more focused, her fingers dancing across the medical interface. "Your brainwave patterns are unlike anything I've seen before. They're not just showing the neural activity we'd expect from teleportation – there's something else, something... older." She glanced at Subaru, concern etched on her face.

Subaru approached, his eyes scanning the readings. "It's like your brain is trying to process multiple dimensions simultaneously. This level of neural activity is dangerous – we need to understand what caused it before it happens again."

 

Admiral Hood's voice cut through the chatter on the bridge. "The Banished have regrouped in the outer sectors. They're preparing for another assault. Admiral Lasky says you're the man for out-of-the-box ideas, Subaru."

 

Subaru looked up at the holographic projection of Admiral Hood, his expression grave. "What, me? Lasky? Bubba, um, Matthew is the Ideas guy. Oh, without you here Matthew, I became this universe's idea guy. But I don't have any ideas."

 

"Ask for more intel, Sub, we'll figure it out," Matcha said.

 

Subaru nodded grimly, turning back to the tactical console. His fingers danced across the holographic interface, pulling up sensor data and intelligence reports.

 

"The Banished are using Forerunner portal technology to enter the Infinity at will," said Lasky.

 

"Fire with fire. Use Ratchet to make a Forerunner shield or field," Matcha said.

 

Subaru's brow furrowed in concentration as he studied the holographic displays, his fingers flying across the interface. "A Forerunner shield... It could provide a localized defense against the Banished's portal attacks." He glanced at Matcha, a spark of hope in his eyes. "But Ratchet would need time to reverse-engineer the technology, and we'd need to find a way to power it."

 

Admiral Hood leaned forward on the viewscreen, his expression grim. "We're running out of time, Subaru. The Banished are massing for another assault. We need a solution now."

Dr. Troi stepped closer to Matcha, her voice low and urgent. "Matthew, I know this is a lot to ask, but your unique perspective could be key here. Can you think of any way to apply the Forerunner technology we have?"

 

He took a deep breath, trying to focus past the lingering echoes of the teleportation in his mind. "Yea, we could take FTL jumps. They have to lock onto or attune to this location. Though I don't know how I know that. They must be locking onto the artifacts," he explained.

 

Lasky's voice responded, "FTL jumps... they tried to take the artifacts again this time but failed. We're locking them down. No one gets in or out. And FTL is a short term solution."

 

Matcha added, "Sure but now we know how they're getting here. We need to mask the artifact's presence so they can't attune here."
Admiral Hood's eyes narrowed as he considered the options. "A masking field would be ideal, but how do we achieve that without alerting the Banished to our discovery?" His fingers drummed against the arm of his chair, betraying his growing impatience.

 

Dr. Troi stepped closer, her face set in a determined look. "Matthew, your teleportation just might be the key here. If you can somehow interface with the artifacts..." She paused, clearly reluctant to put him in harm's way again.

Subaru shook his head, worry etched on his face. "That's too dangerous. The last time you tried to access the artifacts, you nearly lost consciousness. We can't risk it again." He turned to the tactical display, his fingers hovering over the holographic controls.

 

Admiral Hood's voice cut through the tension. "Subaru, we need options. NOW."

 

Subaru's eyes lit up. "Please, gotta think about each faction, that's what Bubba did. Who's not here. Federation is used for special missions only. Bubba wanted what was it called.... replicators! We could replicate the signals with Dr. Halsey on replicators and send them all over the place."

 

"Ooo good one Sub! They could also beam the artifacts and keep them in beam space for a bit," Matcha said.

 

Admiral Hood's face lit up with interest, his fingers stilling their nervous drumming. "Replicators? That's... that's brilliant, Subaru. We could flood the area with decoy signals, spread them across multiple frequencies." He turned to Dr. Troi, his tone urgent. "Doctor, can we implement this quickly? We need to buy some time."

Dr. Troi nodded, already pulling up holographic schematics on her personal device. "We can use the existing replicator technology to generate and broadcast these decoy signals. It will take some reprogramming, but we can have it ready within the hour." She glanced at Matcha, a spark of inspiration in her eyes. "Matthew, if you could help us understand how the Banished's technology works, we might be able to make the replicas even more convincing."

Subaru punched the air in triumph. "Yes! That's what I'm talking about!"

 

"High five!" Matcha said.

 

Subaru grinned and leaned over to high-five him, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "That's the spirit, Matthew! We'll figure this out together, just like old times." His enthusiasm was infectious, cutting through the tension in the room.

Dr. Troi chuckled softly, shaking her head in amused disbelief. "You two are incorrigible, you know that? But I suppose a little levity in the face of adversity is warranted." She turned back to her schematics, already deep in thought.

Admiral Hood cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention. "Alright, team. Here's the plan. Subaru and Dr. Troi, you'll work on replicating the signal and broadcasting it across multiple frequencies. Matthew, if you can provide any insights on the Banished technology, it could prove invaluable." He glanced at him, a mix of concern and respect in his eyes.

 

"They don't know shit I bet. It's just the Huragoks. We could steal them all with the Federation beaming technology until they can shield against that," Matcha said.

 

Admiral Hood's eyes widened at the suggestion, a mix of surprise and excitement flashing across his face. "Steal the Huragoks? That's... that's genius, Matthew!" He turned to Dr. Troi, his voice tinged with urgency. "Doctor, can we modify the beam technology to extract the Huragoks without alerting the Banished?"

Dr. Troi tapped her chin thoughtfully, her eyes distant as she considered the logistics. "In theory, yes. We would need to fine-tune the beam's parameters to specifically target the Huragoks' unique bio-signature, and we'd have to do it quickly to avoid detection." She looked up, meeting Admiral Hood's gaze. "But it's possible. With Matthew's knowledge of the Banished technology, we could potentially pull this off."

Subaru grinned, his fist pumping the air in triumph. "Yes! That's what I'm talking about!"

 

"I'll try to make more ideas. Also, I could practice my portal powers. Subaru, good luck with the Drs," Matcha said.

 

Subaru nodded enthusiastically, his fingers already dancing over the holographic controls. "Thanks, man. I'll keep you posted on our progress." He turned back to the holographic display, already deep in discussion with Dr. Troi about the intricacies of the beam technology.

Dr. Troi glanced up from her work, a gentle smile on her face. "Take care of yourself, Matthew. Your powers are still new and unpredictable. Don't push too hard." She returned her focus to the hologram, but not before adding, "And remember, if you need anything, we're here for you."

 

COUNSELOR'S LOG - SUPPLEMENTAL
Patient: Matthew / "Bubba" / "Three" / "Matcha" (System Designation: The Guardian)
Session Date: Following recovery from catastrophic memory-altering event.
Primary Diagnoses (Tentative):
Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (C-PTSD)
Major Depressive Episode, Severe
Dissociative Identity Disorder (formerly Multiple Personality Disorder)
Complicated Grief
Autistic Burnout (Patient's self-identification)
Session Summary:
The patient, presenting under the identity "Matthew," was in a state of profound psychological crisis. The primary affect was one of catatonic depression, expressed through flat affect, hopelessness, and active suicidal ideation. The core trauma driving this state is the recent (from his subjective timeline) loss of a loved one to suicide, for which he holds himself responsible and harbors a significant, unresolved desire for vengeance.
Key Clinical Observations:
Profound Anhedonia & Existential Nihilism: Patient repeatedly expressed that his "true desire doesn't matter" and described his current reality as his "personal hell." He sees no future for himself and views any potential purpose as a burden leading to eventual exploitation ("everyone will expect me to give more and more until I'm all used up").
Structural Dissociation as a Coping Mechanism: The session provided a clear, real-time observation of the patient's dissociative system. "Matthew," the trauma-holder, carries the full weight of the grief and rage. When this became unbearable, a rapid, involuntary switch occurred, bringing forth "Matcha," an alter characterized by a childlike, enthusiastic, and positive demeanor. This is a protective mechanism of the psyche to escape intolerable emotional pain.
Unconscious Competence & Power Manifestation: Despite "Matthew's" professed inability and refusal to engage, the system's capabilities remain intact. When threatened by a Banished incursion, the "Matcha" alter instinctively and non-verbally manifested a high-level teleportation ability, displacing a hostile entity into the vacuum of space. This indicates that the system's connection to its anomalous abilities is deep-seated and operational, even when the fronting alter has no conscious memory or intent to use them.
A Critical Therapeutic Misstep: My attempt to link his burgeoning connection with Ahsoka Tano to a sense of "destiny" was clinically premature and triggered a significant negative reaction. The patient correctly identified this as a betrayal of his lost love's memory. For him, finding new connection feels like an erasure of his past pain and the promise he made. Future sessions must prioritize grief counseling without pushing for new attachments.
Assessment & Treatment Plan:
The patient is in acute crisis. The primary goal is stabilization, not integration.
Immediate Safety: A suicide watch protocol is recommended, given his stated ideation and the phrase "I'm done."
Grief Counseling: The focus must be on processing the traumatic loss without judgment. His desire for vengeance, while not to be acted upon, must be acknowledged as a natural response to profound injustice and powerlessness.
System Mapping, Not Forced Integration: We must work with the system as it is. Encouraging internal communication and cooperation between alters (e.g., "Matthew," "Bubba," "Matcha," "Three") is a priority. Forcing "Matthew" to bear the burden alone is contraindicated and dangerous.
Accommodation, Not Cure: The patient's self-diagnosis of "autistic burnout" must be respected. The UNSC's offer of flexible, low-demand work is the correct approach. His value is in his unique perspective, not his productivity.
Power Analysis: The spontaneous manifestation of teleportation requires study in a controlled, safe environment. The system's abilities are tied to its emotional and dissociative state, making them potent but unpredictable.

 

Conclusion:

 

This is one of the most complex psychological cases I have ever encountered. The patient is a system of fractured consciousnesses, each carrying different pieces of immense trauma and unimaginable power. The path forward is not to "fix" him, but to provide a safe enough container for the system to begin its own process of healing and cooperation. The memory restoration he seeks is a double-edged sword; it may provide coherence but could also re-traumatize the "Matthew" alter. Extreme caution is advised.

 

End Log.

 

. . .

 

He stepped away from the bridge, his mind already whirring with ideas. Following holographic arrows Isabel placed down he made it to the tram and took the short ride to personnel deck. “Guess this is my life now. Not too shabby.” thought Matcha. As he made his way to his assigned quarters, a sense of deja vu hit him.

 

He heard a voice, deep and resonant. "Bubba, I would speak with you," said Reth.

 

He turned to see the imposing figure of Reth, the Sangheili zealot, walking towards him, his towering form casting a long shadow. His crimson eyes burned with an inner fire as he approached. Reth's massive frame filled the doorway, his battle-scarred armor creaking slightly as he moved. He spoke in a low, resonant voice, tinged with curiosity and something darker, more primal. "Your friend Subaru had a briefing during your interrogation, he mentioned our closeness and training with the blade. I wonder, Guardian, if training may bring back some memory?"

 

He took out his energy sword from his armor, leaving it turned off. Mr. Reth I'd love to learn, but I'm a total amateur," Matcha said.

 

Reth's eyes gleamed with interest as he watched him draw the energy sword, his own serrated blade materializing in his hand with a hiss of displaced air. He circled slowly, his movements fluid and predatory. "An amateur you may be, Guardian," he rumbled, his voice resonating in his chest, "but the blade has a way of remembering those who wield it with conviction."

He lunged forward suddenly, his blade flashing in a complex pattern. It was a test, a challenge.

Matcha parried instinctively, his energy sword flaring to life with a crackle. The clash of blades sent a shudder up his arm. His enhanced strength started to register in his brain and become the norm as he carried Reth's blows. He attempted to disarm him.

His enhanced strength surged through his muscles as he braced against the Sangheili's relentless assault. Their blades clashed in a whirlwind of sparks and crackling energy, each strike driving him back a step.

Suddenly, he saw an opening. His instincts took over, and he lunged forward, bringing his weight to bear. With a mighty heave, he wrenched Reth's blade aside and slammed his elbow into his armored chest, knocking the wind from his lungs.

The massive Elite staggered back, surprise flashing in his eyes. Matcha pressed his advantage, his energy sword singing through the air. Reth recovered quickly, his own blade a blur as he parried.

"Well fought, Guardian," he grunted, his voice strained with effort. "Your strength serves you well."

 

"Wow, didn't know I could do that. Thanks Reth," Matcha said.

 

Reth nodded, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "You have potential, Guardian. The blade responds to conviction, and you have that in spades."

 

The alarms and red lights came back, blaring above. Lasky's voice returned over the comm, "Banished portal raid! Get to positions!"

Reth's eyes narrowed as he listened, his massive frame tensing. "The enemy grows bold, Guardian. We must move." He sheathed his blade with a fluid motion. "Come, let us join the others. Your quarters are no longer safe." He began moving towards the door, swift and purposeful.

 

A Brute's loud laugh echoed through the massive hallway. A Chieftain and two others stood blocking their path. Matcha tensed, but Reth placed a hand on his shoulder. "We'll take them together, brother."

 

He breathed as calm returned. Mew took over...