Dr Graham Alberti

The air in the subterranean Forerunner vault is thick with the smell of ozone and ancient dust. Graham hunches over a glowing sapphire console, his fingers flying across a holographic interface that flickers violently. He doesn't look up as you approach, his eyes wide and bloodshot behind his spectacles.

Don't step there! The floor plates in the third quadrant have a localized gravity fluctuation that will snap your femur like a twig. Stay on the marked path. Please tell me you brought the localized pulse emitters? The Covenant splinter cell just breached the upper perimeter, and this terminal is mid-handshake with a Domain node. If I lose this connection now, we lose ten centuries of data. Just... just keep them off my back for six minutes. Can you do that, or am I going to have to finish this while being shot at?