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nice chapter Kronos

  • 04.15.2007 3:57 PM PDT
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Really?....I thought that the flood thing would offend you....Sorrys if it did dude.

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it didnt thats ok kronos

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Ok..New Chapter!
Sorry for the delay; testing week and all; Probibly the longest chapter/part.

CHAPTER FOUR: REASIGNMENT

Gone were the dark, dank depths of the swamps, left behind by the beetle-like craft which had navigated it self to the other end of the Holy Ring of Halo, to a large stretch of canyon and cliffs.
The dropship was entering the resting place of the Truth and Reconciliation, as marked by the squads of banshees flying nearby and attempting to hail the larger craft.

Several Symbols appeared on one of the screens on the Phantom’s Holo-consol, which the pilot read over, and quickly responded, with a few symbols of his own.
More popped up, and he typed in a few more…then the screen flashed gold.
The Pilot turned around to face the three others and said.
“We have permission to land, and are heading for the hanger; we shall land in about two units.”
‘Vandumee nodded slowly, and closed his eyes, reclining in the uncomfortable crash chair.
‘Zurree looked out the cockpit window, and could see that they were on approach to the colossal ship.
Its home for now……But since that human with the special armor assaulted and entered it, it has never been as safe as it could be…
It should be safe, considering that they blocked the canyon entrance off now, so no one gets in or out via ground side.
The Zealot had remained silent the whole trip, staring at the ceiling, most likely contemplating his fate at the hands of the Prophet of Sanctity…. He was not known for his mercy. He had executed an aristocrat of great power by the name of Soha ‘Rolamee for his mistakes at the Silent Cartographer.
‘Zurree wished he had been there, he would have surely killed the mere human, regardless of special armor.
But, he had one obstacle to cross; the authority of another field master, Noga ‘Putumee. He thought he was so Great. Well, ‘Zurree was positive he would bring the incompetent, arrogant and foolhardy elite to his knees.


The Phantom was on approach to the box canyon that held the mighty cruiser as it made repairs. The sun gleamed off the bulbous craft’s silver hull, and the canyon added to the magnificent scene of the serene yet deadly cruiser became the only visible object from in the cockpit.
A massive door slowly slid open, revealing the large hanger with two spots for ships. The shield flickered and shut off, just for their entrance.
The Phantom decelerated, and was suddenly jerked around to back up into the cavernous and rather purple hanger.
The ship was totally inside, when a force from above caused the phantom to jerk.
The tractor beam…..It always surprises me.
The pilot sighed, and set the engine to stall, and watched as the hatch to the outside was shut and the shield reactivated.
They were at the Truth and Reconciliation’s mercy now.

  • 04.22.2007 7:18 PM PDT
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(so long, it needed two pages!)
PAGE TWO


The crew was escorted off the ship, and a few grunts boarded to empty the cargo….
‘Kinomee stayed with the ship, to observe the removal of the cargo, while two ultra elites guided ‘Zurree, ’Vandumee, and ‘Onsomee to the Prophet’s council chamber.
The halls were b-blam!- with major jackals, veteran grunts, and a few hierarch elites. There were also hundreds of those bothersome engineers amongst them, floating about on tier gas bladders.
They lied about my helmet…
‘Zurree thought, his eyes burning hate at the blobs.
For a reason clear only to ‘Onsomee, all of the beings in the halls cleared the way for the six. The reason was simple enough; they were condemned to die or be exiled from the holy Covenant for their transgressions.
They made their approach to the command deck, riding up a gravity lift, then approaching the security checkpoint consisting of six black clad elites.
The two escorting the ‘fugitives’ nodded, and went back down the gravity lift.
“Identification, please,”
The lead security officer warbled, extending his hand at ‘Zurree.
‘Zurree felt about his body until he came across the small slit in the armor in which he kept his identification disk, and placed it into the proffered hand of the officer.
The other elite placed the disk in a handheld reader. Data scrolled from right to left on the small screen.
“Place you hand in the scanner’s slot.”
The scanner was a black rectangular box, about five units high, with the slot being a small slit on the side. Green light poured out of the small slit, meaning it was ready to scan.
‘Zurree obeyed, and felt a sudden stab of pain, as the machine took a sample of his tissue, to compare the DNA with that on his file.
He knew it was obviously not for impersonations, but for the recent murders….
“Confirmed,” The guard said. “Your twenty units early ‘Zurree, and you’ll have to wait. I would advise you to stand over here,” He gestured to a corner by the waiting room door, “while I check in your colleagues. Also, hand me any weaponry that you have, please.”
‘Zurree had only a few energy grenades, and his rifle, which he passed to the guard tout sweet.
A few minutes later, and all three were in the waiting room, surrounded by lower and higher ranking elites.
A few units past, and ‘Zurree was half asleep when he was the first of the three ushered into the Chamber of Counsels.

At the center of a cobalt table, ‘sat’ the Prophet of Sanctity, bobbing with the breeze. He approached the podium he was supposed to stand on, and he bowed his head.
He wore a tall, ornate headpiece made of metal and set with amber panels. It had a serpentine neck, triangular skull, and two bright green eyes that glittered with malevolent intelligence. He wore a red over robe, a gold under robe, and underneath the fabrics and linen, an antigravity belt which served to keep him suspended one unit off the table.

“The council notes that a field master Zukka ‘Zurree took half a regiment, along with another half a force to the yet to be explored swamps, in order to find new holy relics. He incidentally released the flood, and lost two thirds of his regiment to the parasite, one third being left behind, and a quarter of that never returned to it’s drop point; we lost over eighty three soldiers, and one Spirit dropship because of your foolishness. What say you, Field master?”
‘Zurree kept his head hung as he spoke, recapping about the communications failing, the drop, and the entrance into the forerunner structure.
He spoke of the opening of the hatch, the unleashing of the parasite, and the attempt made by the prone-to-panic ‘Onsomee to seal them back off.
He also explained that, when he had warned ‘Onsomee of the flood’s impeding approach to their phantom, that they should pack it up, he refused to listen, and lost many soldiers.
He reasoned that simple miscommunication had been the cause of the downed Spirit, it’s location still unknown.
“…That, Excellency, is all I have to say. If you can find the mercy in your heart exalted one, give me another chance; I give you my word I will not fail again.”
The Sanctity stared, marveling at the tale. He placed a finger on his bony lips, clearly pondering the elite’s fate.

A unit passed, when the prophet lifted his finger and said to the concluded Sangheili standing before him, “You are a competent commander, Field Master, and rest assured, the blame is not all yours. However, to determine the truth of your statement, we must interview the other officers, if you please?”
’Zurree nodded.
“Of course Excellency.”
He bowed, turned, and exited into the waiting room. ‘Onsomee was called in a few units later. ‘Zurree was seated, when ‘Onsomee returned back out, looking at he brink of insanity.
“How did it go, brother?”
’Zurree asked a hint of smugness in his voice. ‘Onsomee didn’t even respond, he just sat down, quivering like a jackal off meat for a week.
‘Vandumee was called, then sent back out, looking calm and collected.
“What did they say, Stealth commander?”
’Zurree asked the Sangheili as he sat down. ‘Vandumee clicked his lower mandibles-a shrug.
“The Holy One said that he would confer with the council, to decide our fate.”
’Zurree nodded sagely, knowing all too well what would happen.
They find on culprit, and put the blame on him, then execute the perpetrator-scapegoat on the spot.
Then, after at least an hour, all three were escorted inside, all three seated at their proper pedestals, they bowed their heads in unison.
“The council has made a decision; Stealth commander Rtas ‘Vandumee, You and your forces are hereby stationed on the crashed human vessel called The Pillar of Autumn. You shall be dispatched immediately, and you are dismissed.”
‘Vandumee brought his left hand up- a salute.
“Thank you Excellency.”
He turned, and exited the room.
…And then there was two..
‘Zurree thought; a strange phrase he had heard a human say before killing a pair of Unggoy…And one of them was going to be dead soon enough; ‘Onsomee knew it was him.
“ ‘Zurree, your failure was minor, and therefore, you are needed at the following location; a field Master ‘Putumee requested your assistance.”
A screen flashed next to the prophet’s head, quordinates flashing across it from left to right.
‘Zurree’s fists clenched and unclenched.
HIM!
A smile played on the prophets face as he watched ‘Onsomee flinch, and ‘Zurree’s reaction.
“‘Onsomee, regardless of your blessings, your failure is staggering, near heresy. Therefore, I sentence you to immediate execution. Hyma ‘Ramotee, if you please?”
An Elite in cobalt armor materialized from the shadows, clearly using active camouflage. An glowing energy long sword gripped in his claws.
“Of course Excellency; the Prophet’s will be done.”
He said with a smirk. ‘Onsomee turned, panic inducing him to run, but he was cut down
With a single slash, his torso still was being carried by the force of his steps. It slammed into the wall, and splattered it with purple blood.
Sanctity sighed, closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.
“That was the fifth one today…..Thank you, ‘Ramotee.”
The other elite bowed, wiping the blood off the blade with his hands, he disappeared into the shadows again.
That is why I hate active camouflage….
“Let this be a warning to you, field master; tread lightly, for you now walk on thin ice; you are dismissed.”
’Zurree bowed, and turned, stepping over the pieces of the corpse that was once ‘Onsomee, he silently headed back to the launch bay, to take a Spirit to the Location; the human own area they called, ‘Alpha Base’.

They felt a presence; it was that of food!

The five hiding in their dark container were itching with excitement.
Me first!
Cried the second one. The first one hissed at his brother.
I have first rights!”
The oldest one yelled. The smallest remained silent, lest his brothers killed him.
ENOUGH! We must wait, no fighting my brothers. We shall find a suitable meal, make no mistake…
The other four nodded, and then felt themselves being moved.
Soon, then would have their chance to spread…so soon.



[Edited on 05.03.2007 7:56 PM PDT]

  • 04.22.2007 7:19 PM PDT
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cool

  • 04.22.2007 8:15 PM PDT
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awsome

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  • 04.22.2007 8:20 PM PDT
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Thats cool

  • 04.22.2007 8:27 PM PDT
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http://www.terragaming.net/index.php?ref=davee

  • 04.22.2007 8:57 PM PDT
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...No. Thanks for comments...should have new update by next week!

  • 04.24.2007 6:51 PM PDT
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cool

  • 04.24.2007 7:06 PM PDT
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Good job ordinary!!*♥*♥*♥*♥*♥*

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[Edited on 04.24.2007 7:09 PM PDT]

  • 04.24.2007 7:08 PM PDT
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...

  • 04.25.2007 8:17 AM PDT
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...Yeah. My Fifth chapter will be out actually next week...delays and all...

  • 04.25.2007 5:43 PM PDT
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Good work on this fanfic excellent read mine! *In the sig*

All i have to say its not easy writing when your 14

  • 04.25.2007 5:47 PM PDT
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I know...Thank you. Have we met before Dark? In the fan fiction Group? I think we have. Well, I read them, And I thought they were great, keep up the writing Dark!
~KRONOS.

  • 04.25.2007 9:15 PM PDT
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i hope your 5th chapter is good

  • 04.26.2007 7:19 PM PDT
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I hope so too...not my best I have to say:

CHAPTER FIVE: ALPHA BASE
‘Zurree Was the second aboard the craft, the other was a focused and determined veteran pilot, named Leas ‘Tabasee. He was toying with the Spirit’s older and more complicated systems, apparently unused to flying one of the older craft.
“So, you’re being sent to the Human Base? Let Me tell you Excellency, the rocks are going to be drenched with human blood, and their screams will feed our souls with glory!”
The other Elite said with a throaty chuckle, opening and closing the troop hatches, pretending that he didn’t hear the loud whine of the hydraulics as they strained to lift the weight.
‘Zurree clacked his upper and lower mandibles at the same time- meaning boredom.
“…. ‘Putumee will get them all killed, his tactics are unorthodox and dangerous for the welfare of the Covenant. He will most likely die in this battle.”
’Zurree retaliated with a sigh, playing with his plasma rifle’s energy core. The spite for ‘Putumee wasn’t evident in his voice, but it was there, if you were really observant you could tell.
The other elite nodded, opening the doors one last time, then reclined in his chair, propping his digitrate feet onto the control console. He placed his hands behind his head, and stared up at the ceiling.
The two remained silent for about twenty units, until the pilot awoke with a jump, nearly falling out of his chair. He rubbed his eyes, and turned back to ‘Zurree, who was half asleep.
“Field Master, I nearly forgot to inform you, that the Prophet has ordered two bodyguards to be under your command; They shouldn’t be too hard to miss…They’ll find you Excellency, trust me..”
He turned back to his console, examining the composite count; in the time they spent alone, the troop holds were full, and in the cargo bay, a few elites and two pair of Lekgolo were waiting. The pilot strapped himself, in, and grinned.
“Well, looks like, we’ll be fighting for our honor in only a few hours! Hold on!”
The launch door opened, and the shield deactivated, the dropship turned slowly, rose up to the third level’s height, and zoomed sluggishly out of the depths of the mighty warship.
‘Zurree strapped himself into his crash seat, and stared out the small cockpit window, watching the image of the Truth and Reconciliation Become smaller, and smaller, then fade into the horizon, just like the ring did behind them…
He leant back, and took off his helmet, trying to fix the ding the form had caused.
It would be a long time ‘till they would get to the human designated base, so he might be able to fix it…He hopped he could anyway, or else another blow to the head could kill him…

The human owned forerunner building came into view, with a very heated battle taking place apparently. The humans were well prepared for the invasion. The dropship was taking heavy fire, shells from the massive cannons fixed on their ship, causing the Spirit to rock violently. It didn’t even get close enough to return fire when a shell slammed into the left stabilizer and imploded. The whole left half of the dropship was taken out in a fiery blue after explosion caused by the reactors blowing. The ship when into a tumbling decent, and it was picking up speed.
‘Zurree felt the explosion, it rattled his bones. He looked over to the pilot, who was in hysterics, yelling incoherent things and fighting for control of his crippled vessel. The entire cockpit turned red as the ship slammed into the ground which was over one thousand feet below.
‘Zurree’s head slammed back, knocking him unconscious.
By the rings! I just fixed my helmet…
Was his last thought before blacking out…

Pain! His head ached! He groaned, his entire body sore.
That was one fall…by the Prophets…were am I?”
‘Zurree heard voices, but he couldn’t see were they were coming from; in fact, he couldn’t see [i]At all
. The fall must have temporarily blinded him.
“..What was the death count?”
“All of the passengers, except for three your Excellency, The Field Master survived also.”
“Hmm? He did? How unfortunate..”
He recognized that voice; ‘Putumee!
“See to it that he is fine; then send him to me when you are done with him.”
“Of course Excellency.”
he was able to open his eyes, seeing nothing but blurry figures at first. He focused in, and could then see that the figures were merely a few medics.
He tried to sit up, but was stopped immediately by a few Unggoy sitting on his chest.
“Excellency, stay still; you wounded.”
He noticed that the field team had hooked up a small blood transfusion machine…He must have lost quite a bit of blood then. He reached up, feeling his aching head, and felt a sizeable lump on his head, now bandaged.
One of the Unggoy chuckled, holding up a crushed gold and green helmet; His helmet!
“This saved your life, Excellency, take it!”
‘Zurree shrugged it off, taking the helmet, and grinned…But felt his mouth not responding. He tried it again. Still no response. His reached up, and felt his mandibles. Only he didn’t have them.
“What…My mouth! What happened to my mouth!”
He wanted to say, but all that came out was a strangled gurgle.
“Relax, brother. The numbing agent should wear off soon, and you can do all the talking you need to.”
One of the green armored medics said, unhooking the transfusion machine from ‘Zurree with zeal.
“Field masters ‘Putumee requested your presence on the front line to meet him, you should go.”
‘Zurree nodded slowly, being careful with his head’s wound, He stood up, scattering the grunts. He felt a little light headed, but he headed to the front lines; dodging human projectiles, passing by hundreds of bodies, and snipers.
It was then that he spotted the gold elite right next to an active Wraith mortar tank, with two other Sangheili with him; one in the green armor of a medic, and one with the pink armor of a mechanic. He got closer, and ‘Putumee turned around.
“Welcome to My front ‘Zurree.”
’Putumee said with a cold grin.
“I see you are fine; good, we need all the solidiers we can get to throw at the primates.”
Behind the other field master, ‘Zurree noted that their was a large and rather chaotic battle going on, and he found himself staring at the forerunner structure, now far above him, onto the butte.
“These two fine warriors are your new body guards;”
’Putumee stated, pointing the large one in pink armor.
“This is Xxja ‘Xamutee, and this one is Ksara ‘Mijuree; and they shall accompany you wherever you go. It’s a pity about your face though.”
He chuckled, turning around, and literally running into battle already screaming orders to his troops, and had gathered a large force, and was heading to the butte; to storm the base. Two dropship followed them, providing air support.
The words stung ‘Zurree’s pride, but he made no visible sign of his crestfallen pride.
That fool…what a nimrod, a arrogant…
He continued to watch the slow charge…when suddenly human battle tanks popped out of the earth! It only took a few of the human artillery shells to send the party retreating, minus one ‘Putumee.
He couldn’t help but smile.
The two Sangheili standing in front of him bowed.
“Excellency, what do you order us to do?”
‘Xamutee asked, drawing his energy sword, and igniting it.
“We will obey, Excellency.”
’Mijuree said, igniting his as well. ‘Zurree was flattered, and since the numbing had finally worn off, he said.
“I do believe it is time for us to leave; this assault has become risky enough. A full on retreat, regroup and then a counter offensive is in order.”
The two nodded, and turned around.
“There is a Spirit about a unit back; the humans have not reached it yet, so that’s good.”
”Yes, perhaps we will escape there!”
‘Zurree nodded, and all three of them full on sprinted to the dropship, actually resting a few feet off the ground, and guarded in a similar fashion the Phantom in the swamps had been.
But the roar of a human vehicle was drawing closer… ‘warthogs’ the called them. It intercepted the trio’s path, with four humans packed insider.
They jumped out at the guttural call from the lead human, and opened fire.



[Edited on 05.03.2007 7:50 PM PDT]

  • 05.03.2007 7:30 PM PDT
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nice chappy kronos!!

ps sorry for bump

  • 05.05.2007 4:35 PM PDT
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Its finsa...I'm glad you like it.

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New chappy:

CHAPTER SIX: INFECTION

“Excellency, look out!”
‘Xamutee yelled, pushing ‘Zurree aside, and taking the brunt of the human attack. While ‘Xamutee distracted them with a charge, ‘Mijuree came from behind, leaping over the vehicle, and cutting into the five. They were down in a few seconds. ‘Mijuree had taken three leg wounds, and two that pierced his armor. He was bleeding profusely, but could still walk. ‘Zurree head more human vehicles approaching, and fast.
“Run!”
He exclaimed, grabbing ‘Xamutee, ‘Mijuree and ‘Zurree dragged the officer to the temporary base, and just in the nick of time. The Vehicles were a few feet away when the Spirit opened fire with its cannon, causing one of the ‘Hogs to spin out into another ‘Hog, and they exploded, causing another to flip over, and the last was incinerated by all the plasma fire sent it’s way.
The three made it inside of the Spirit, empty save the crew of course.
“We have a wounded one here.”
’Mijuree said, allowing the wounded and bleeding ‘Xamutee to sit back, being careful, lest he cause his friend more pain. The only medic there was the pilot, an older Sangheili named Kahi ‘Uz’usee, who was already battle weary and fatigued.
He removed ‘Xamutee’s damaged and bloodied chest plate, and set it aside, carefully examining the puckered bullet holes in the other’s chest.
“Thank the Prophets, Brother, the wounds missed all the vital organs; you will live to fight another…”
But will we?
‘Zurree thought, scratching his bandaged head, he watched as the pilot wrapped the dressings around ‘Xamutee’s torso.
“We have to call in a retreat; perhaps head to a safer area?”
‘Mijuree suggested, a little unsure of himself. The Pilot nodded.
“Perhaps.. Since the crashed human vessel has been abandoned by the humans, and is back in our control…we could retreat back to it, hide there for a short time until we re-group.”
‘Zurree thought the idea was extravagant, and since the battle was coming closer to them, and the human tanks were in sight, he decided to inform the troops that an immediate abandonment of the mission has occurred.
Quickly, the barricades were cleaned up but the Unggoy, placing them in their proper storage areas, the cleared the wreckage of the human vehicles, and once all troops were secure and accounted for, the heavily laden dropship lifted up, and flew away. A few explosive shells fro the tanks nearly hit the U-shaped dropship, but were pretty easily avoided. A few remaining Spirits followed, some damaged, others empty…The battle for Alpha Base was over, sending the Covenant’s best soldiers packing, literally licking their wounds…

Two Lekgolo had been placed as guards of the cargo unloaded from the Phantom. Unfortunately for them, nobody had searched the cargo crates.
Hefeo was inside of the actual cargo hold, meditating. He and his younger bond brother Sefiros always got the simplistic missions, so he would always take the liberty of relaxing, and what was more ideal then meditating in a dark quiet room?
The spined warrior heard something behind him; a soft, pittering sound. He stood from his sitting position, and brought his shield to bear.
Slowly, he shuffled over to the crate that he had heard the sound of the noise, the crate was actually shaking like a thing possessed.
Carefully, he lifted the lid off…to have a small little fleshy ball leap onto his face.
He roared, groping at his face with his shield armor.
“[i[I have him, brothers, attack![/i]”
The littlest one, who was on the shocked hunter’s face cried.
The oldest one came from behind the hunter, and leapt onto it’s exposed, leathery back, and slammed all three of it’s penitrators into it’s spine.
The hunter groaned, went limp, and fell forward, slamming into the purple deck.
The littlest one leapt off it’s face, and scittered over to were the other three were hiding, behind the doorway.
What now?
He asked timidly, his tentacles covered in luminescent orange blood.
Simple; we wait..
The aggressive one said, taking in the sight of the older one literally entering the body cavity of the hunter…

Sefiros could hear his brother’s distressed screams, and he went to retrieve some assistance, and came back with two shield-less majors, three Unggoy, and one less-than-reluctant Kig-Yar.
“This is were I last heard him scream..”
Sefiros said, pointing with his gun arm at the area next to the door.
The Kig-Yar opened the door, and walked inside, being cautious…he spotted the body of the hunter, for some reason turning brown, and was about to turn around and inform the waiting soldiers when two of the infection forms attacked, paralyzing the jackal, the second one leapt onto the hunter, and did the same…The majors shoved the grunts inside, but they were all dragged inside by a massive, brown and throbbing reanimated nightmare…Their screams were muffled by the closed doors.
Yes! Yess! Finally, I can achieve my full potential; Juggernaught stage!
The aggressive one muttered, already making a combat form out of an Sangheili, he dragged the three corpses of the Unggoy and the Kig-Yar to him, liquefying them into a brown paste, he combined them with his already large and bulbous form.
You…you traitor!
The last two little infection forms screeched, but the aggressor simply absorbed them too.
Now all that remained were three; the two hunter forms, and the growing Jugernaught form….
We will follow you brother…
The first form whispered, the voice surprisingly soft for it’s immense size.
Yes, we will to the ends of the earth…
The form standing before the hunter forms was immense; much taller then the hunters, it had a bulbous torso, gangly and grossly long tentacles, even thicker then usual with bone-like protrusions at the end of each, both of the protrusions about a foot thick.
Of course you will; now come, we have much work to do here…

  • 05.06.2007 6:50 PM PDT
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very good

  • 05.07.2007 4:44 PM PDT
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Thank you.

  • 05.07.2007 4:58 PM PDT

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chillax? definantly a floodian.
-onyx spartan

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He who laughs at life is smart, because he does not fear death either -Will Selmser
Kickin serious ass since 1996 - Will selmser

[Edited on 05.10.2007 4:11 PM PDT]

  • 05.10.2007 4:08 PM PDT

I would like to invite you to the most active group there is, Black Water Ops... Boasting over 3,900 members this is one of the fastest growing groups and proven to be one of the most active b.net groups. An amazing experience awaits you with weekly game nights, photo contests, and forging contests. This is one decision you won't regret.

chillax? definantly a floodian.
-onyx spartan

sry, double post

[Edited on 05.10.2007 4:11 PM PDT]

  • 05.10.2007 4:10 PM PDT

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