Author here, I've fixed some grammar mistakes here and there, enjoy.
(On Terra)
Across the mountainside, into the far lands, cosmic energy came down from the sky, briefly lighting the northern hemisphere in bright golden light.
A figure was standing there, it was humanoid in shape, the figure looked around, clad in its old armour, the figure was giving off energy from its body, and its armour reacted shortly afterwards. It started to mend and heal his wounds, and it detected how much energy the user had and adapted its mechanisms to be optimized with the user's max output for ability power. That way, the host doesn't inefficiently use his power and gets tired.
The figure started walking towards where it detected civilization. He didn't seem in a hurry but instead was looking frantically around while being nonchalant in his walk. He was more interested in the scenery but had more relaxed thoughts.
(Unknown Pov)
As soon as I got flung across the meta-cosmology of this omniverse, I saw unique and strong beings that could curb stop me. I thought personally, that the quality was great, but the quantity was low, but it turns out their both high, from the reading I'm viewing on my HUD.
I'm not too worried about them as their not my problem. I hope.
"Man, what a ride!"
I was in my old armour set before the shattering. It was by far overkill for the tasks at hand. I first need to find confirmation that life exists, which it does, since a bird shat on my head just now.
"I wonder how my other remains are doing?" I was deeply curious about how my remains were doing.
The splintered parts of myself didn't necessarily mean they were the same person at all. Some might be male or female, and if they do, they may not even exhibit a physical manifestation in the first place. What truly matters to me is the aspects they carry. I don't care about the physical manifestations of the remains. As most likely they'll merge with other lifeforms in the first place, what does matter to me is the remains of the aetheron energy stored in the shattered remains of my soul. Getting split apart isn't bad, considering the other negative effects that affected me.
As I was wandering around, I suddenly received a memory that was foreign to me. I quickly realized it was part of my soul integrating into the universe it was assigned to.
How it gets integrated is by anchoring itself to the nearest point in time where a major story is born. Now, these stories are like creations created by us to exploit once we got our technology to type 0.8 civilization on average, just because we were at that stage, it didn't mean we didn't have access to tech that had type VI on the minus scale, which led to exploitation in resource harvesting, which made massive booms for us.
It felt like having a connection to someone similar yet foreign to yourself. It was surreal as I knew that soul was now its own person.
The best part about my situation is that I don't have to make any effort to regain my health, as me being the original, I naturally siphon off their power. They still get to use their power at full capacity, but if I call on extra strength, they'll feel a sense of weakness, almost putting them in a coma-like state while being awake.
My armour itself won't be able to fully repair itself, nor do I think I can repair it. What was once able to repair this armour is now destroyed.
"I think, I'll relax and just wander around." I had nothing better to do, and I'd prefer I take my time to find intelligent life, granted it's as simple as teleporting there at their location, but with my experience and what I went through, I've been humbled to enjoy taking a very enthusiastic stroll.
( Halo universe - several million years before the main timeline)
In all the time the precursors were alive, they never would have calculated that an anomaly like this would come into their home universe. They know of the multiverse and of its timelines and realities that make it up, as well as the outervrse, but they didn't fully have any plausible understanding of the omniverse as a whole.
So when an astromatical energy spike made it home in the outer rim of the Milky Way galaxy. The Precursors investigated this phenomenon, some of them were curious about the newly discovered energies that were surging, and they started interacting with it. They indexed everything into their domain and sought to create a few species near this abundance of energy for them to inherit their teaching.
Their main creation were on average much better overall compared to other life in the multiverse, most of it had high cosmic renaissance near the anchor point where they existed. It didn't necessarily grant them power but they were one with the universe in a way were other outside forces couldn't necessarily inflict their will on them.
Each anchor point is where life resides, specifically life forms that have souls. By having enough collective consciousness through the same species, the universe begins a process called metaphysical alignment. Some were exceptional, while some were lacklustre at best, but they were all unique.
The process in which they were mixing the energy and interacting with the space and time around the organism gave them visions of what could be, through their collective struggles and happiness, through the good and the bad the sweetness was too enthralling. This experiment went on for some more time, and these microorganisms started to separate into 2 branches, they became distant cousins through the metaphysical energies that embody them. Both had potential to surpass them, which oddly made them reluctant to harm either or but, they will make sure either is kept on some form of leash if need be.
They relocated the 2, one on the planet called Ghiblb and the other on Erde-Tyrene. The ones sent to Ghiblb emerge as humanoid species called the forerunners and the other as a collective of species referred to as humanity, they both were taught about their philosophy, both were exceptional, they decided to give the mantle to the forerunners, as they were about to give it to them they notice an echo from the furture of this galaxy, how while it may prosper, the life in all its caltural ways and its dreams will stagnate which will fail this galaxey if its inhabitants arent able to make their own choices. They'll have order, but at what cost?
So humanity was the one to inherit the mantle.
(Fast forward a few million years - Erde-Tyrene)
As homo sapiens developed and eventually became space-faring civilizations, they were taught in the philosophy of the precursors. In the galactic stage, they became known as the forerunners rivals. They knew of what transpired between the forerunners and the precursors, and they did not like the outcome.
But alas, the past is the past, the best they can do is learn, adapt, and overcome.
So, within the magnificence of Erde-Tyrene, a human was currently walking near the research lab he was assigned to, for many, his height and appearance weren't normal. Naturally, they wouldn't antagonize him, but he did give off a weird vibe to more metaphysically inclined people who often focused on him, and they all considered him an outlier in their society. He was usually called Narrowborn, he did have a name, but he kept to himself.
(Caelon-chaoix-vireal pov)
It's been a long cycle, with the new biology project I've been working on, ever since I've became aware of my history through the original one, I've been passivly incorporating outside energy into my body, making me stronger than I look, I might be 5'11, but my strengh already surpass most life forms in the galaxy when, granted I need my adrenaline boost for that.
The day I awoke my memories, I've been able to realize I'm in the halo-verse, in a time where ancient humanity and the forerunners were still alive and not at each other's throats, but I knew it'll be just a matter of time before the flood, or as I like to call it, quantum-metaphysical bio-nanite plague, would arrive. I'm currently working on a cure to combat it, as I'm nowhere near powerful enough to even challenge the precursors in their metaphysics casuality rule-bending shit.
I've ignored all the social norms surrounding my current people. Childhood wasn't the best. Being thrown into the orphan system on Charum Hakkor is super rare, nevertheless being relocated to Erde-Tyrene which is tens of thousands of light-years away. Turns out my parents were pretty high on the social ladder, but being born the way I was, at this point in time wasn't idle. Granted I can very much change my size at will, but the ego of my soul prefers to let nature take its course. I could change it through augmentations and other natural ways that don't involve using space magic of any kind. But I'll keep this appearance, for once I travel into the future, I don't have to change, or at least I'm working towards that goal.
Some people do fraternize with me, and I do appreciate them for that, and when the time comes, I'll see if they want to be saved or die of natural causes.
I started to pack my belongings and headed out the door. The entire complex was massive for an apprentice at my level. I guess that's the best use for gravity fields and pocket dimensions, just make the total area a distorted space inside, to make it have more room. Also, because I'm tiny, compared to my peers around me, I usually get mistaken for with adolescent human.
As I was passing by the next hallway, the people around me weren't paying me any mind, as they were used to my presence, I no longer stuck out to them.
I headed to the marketplace in the city square, looking all around, I saw metal constructs and other high-tech sci-fi stuff that other species would worship. Granted, this looks slightly primitive. Why can't you have the AI's link to your brain stem deliver it to your own personal dimension if you could afford one that is. I guess it's not just my species thats here but others, most notably the San'Shyuum, quite tall beings 7-8 feet and all. I would usually buy my lunch here, and dinner for when I started to head home and eat. Currently it's cheap stuff but entirely healthy, so healthy in fact that I could live off this food once a month due to the high protein and nutrients.
Aside from the food, the person I'm looking for here treats me with kindness, she'll often give me pointers for swordmanship, I'm as humble as they come, as even though I dont need them, I do appreciate the gesture. She used to be a warrior class but then switched professions a few centuries ago.
Once I was a few feet away from her, she pulled out a bag containing a few logic boards I've pre-ordered from her.
"Thank you, you know if you're ever in need of some more hands for the mining operation near the edge of sol, then 'll be more than happy to help". I said hopefully that she might've found a place for me to work there.
"You really want to work on a resource site huh?" She tilted her head to the right, emitting a curious and hesitant aura around her.
I knew I didn't look to be the most physically inclined male for the civilian cast, but hey, it doesn't mean I'm any weaker than a Spartan II. I can't really compare their strength right now with the humans of this current time, because the inconsistent way humans of this time tend to be, I can only be mostly positive that a 180-year-old with no augmentation what so ever, might be able to physically overpower a Spartan II if they're wearing no armour, granted the kid of this time will need to train though.
But yeah, size and mass correlate, and I'm bottlenecked with my incarnation, I could use my powers to look strong, but I ain't no bitch. I also don't want to tap into the same energy frequency as the precursors, that'll be a bad day for everyone.
"Ummm..." she was humming, likely communicating with the person in charge of transport. I can't even speak the native language with this body unless I cheat, granted I can understand them. When I first came here in this universe and started to form in the metallic cloud, the precursors were all up in my business, I sadly didn't have the genetic template as the species before me. The meddling of the precursors when that energy expulsion happened when I arrived it affected the way the piece of my soul copied and pasted other species to blend in when I'm in a critical state. I'm more closely related to modern humans than they are.
Still being thrown out and shipped away at birth isn't nice.
After a few chirps and whistles like sounds from her, all the whistles meant she wasn't happy, and chirps meant happy talk, and the humming noise is just neutral talk.
From what I heard, I've got the spot.
"Ok, listen, you got the position on the mining squadron Cosmavore. The timing will be the first cycle of the 16 diurne. Try to be prepared for that"
"Thank you, Luminastra" I bowed my head slightly in appreciation.
Luminastra just nodded her head in acknowledgment. "So if you need anymore details look at your data-pad later tonight, they should send you the details."
"Ok, thanks again, I owe you one big time." I was quite happy to go to space and start the 3rd stage of my plan.
With that out of the way, I headed back to my residence. It wasn't much, it was smaller than my lab, certainly, but it felt comfortable. I found a strange sense of contentment with what I have and what will be soon.