Master Chief had never dreamed that playing a game and accepting a quest would lead to an NPC teaching him an entirely new language.
Although Master Chief knew little about linguistics.
As he learned, he instinctively felt that this language had not simply been cobbled together for the game world.
It followed clear patterns, and when he carefully sounded out its words, it even felt rather beautiful.
He could sense that this language was the best possible answer, refined and optimized by countless linguists over tens of thousands of years.
Perhaps their special status as Players gave them perfect recall.
Or perhaps the language itself had been specially optimized to make it easier to learn.
After roughly two hours, Master Chief felt he had grasped the basics.
He could not make sense of the more complicated vocabulary, but everyday communication would be no problem.
With the language barrier resolved, Kilman spoke with excitement and anticipation. "Mr. Master Chief."
"Next, I need to communicate with the Golden Sisters through you."
"My fleet has already reached the vicinity of the Storm Nom Sector, but without precise coordinates, we cannot break free of the Dark Universe's gravitational pull."
"As territory of the Second Empire, this place must have starlight coordinates marking its ownership."
"Once those coordinates are activated, our fleet will immediately jump to the destination."
Master Chief nodded in understanding. "I understand that operational plan."
"But how am I supposed to convince the Golden Sisters of who I am and get them to follow my plan?"
"Even without speaking their language, I can tell that these Golden Sisters are extremely stubborn, even fanatical."
Kilman smiled. "You needn't worry about that, Mr. Master Chief."
"I'll give you some information that will earn their trust."
Golden Faith Planet 12, Storm Nom Sector.
Vanguard