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Hi. My name is Andrew. I'm Asian. Still trying to figure out who I am. Yup. That's it.
Just as William C. Dietz made Halo: The Flood, I shall make this, Halo: The Great Journey. Not a very original plan, but I am done waiting for someone to make a book version of Halo 2. (This is owned and made by Bungie and Microsoft.) (Though I did type it.)
Halo: The Great Journey - By: ~ Sol 249 ~ Andrew ~
Prologue
Covenant Holy City/ High Charity
Ninth Age of Reclamation
“There was only one ship.”
“One? Are you sure?”
“Yes. They called it… Pillar of Autumn.”
“Why was it not destroyed with the rest of their fleet?!” The Prophet of Mercy exclaimed.
The Supreme Commander of the fleet of Particular Justice stood in a long, rectangular room; the Council Chamber. Sangheili and Prophet Councilors sat on either side. In front of the gold armored Elite, were the three High Prophets: Truth, Mercy, and in a hologram; Regret. “It fled, as we set fire to their planet… but I followed it with all the ships under my command.”
“When you first saw Halo, were you blinded by its majesty?” The Prophet of Truth asked skeptically.
“Blinded?”
The Prophet of Mercy cut in, “Paralyzed, dumbstruck?”
“No.”
“And yet the humans were able to evade your ships, land on the Sacred Ring, and desecrate it with their filthy footsteps!” Mercy thundered.
The Supreme Commander held his hands out in what looked like a pleading gesture, “Noble Hierarchs, surely you understand that once the parasite attacked...” A roar of voices rose.
“There will be order in the council!” Mercy shouted as he banded his fist on his gravity chair.
“You were right to focus your attention on the Flood,” Truth stated, “but this Demon, this Master Chief…”
“By the time I learned the Demon’s intent, there was nothing I could do.” The Commander whispered; his voice a poisonous rasp. The council started to shout angrily at this statement. Nearby, the Brute Chieftain, Tartarus, chuckled.
“This has gone off long enough; make something of this… bugler. The council demands it!” Regret whispered in Truth’s ear, in spite of his holographic form.
“You are one of our most treasured instruments, long have you led your fleet in honor and distinction, but your inability to safeguard Halo was a colossal failure.” Truth told the Sangheili; ignoring Regret.
“Nay! It was heresy!” A lesser Prophet shouted, starting yet another uproar in the Council.
“I will continue my campaign against the humans!” The Supreme Commander growled.
“No… you will not.” Truth said, signaling to two Jiralhanae guards to take the Sangheili away. “Soon the Great Journey will begin, but when it does, the weight of your heresy will stay your feet, and you shall be left behind….”
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Earth Defense Platform/ Cairo/ 10.20.2552 (Human Military Calendar)
“The plating was about to fail, there’s viscosity throughout the gel layer.” Master Gunnery Sergeant Ganz reported, “Optics? Totally fried. And let’s not even talk about the power supply. You know how expensive this gear is son?”
Two hands reached down and picked up a MJOLNIR mark VI helmet. John-117, the Master Chief, fitted the shimmering green helmet over his head. “Tell that to the Covenant.”
“Well, I guess it was all obsolete anyway. Your new suit is a mark VI, just came up from Song Nan this mornin’. Take it easy until you get used to the upgrades.” Ganz replied. For a few minutes, Ganz tested the Spartan’s targeting systems, and then he had finally activated the Master Chief’s shields.
“Bingo!” Ganz remarked as the MJOLNIR’s shields wink on. “As you can see, they recharge a lot faster! If your shields go down, find some cover and wait for the meter to read fully charged.”
“That; or you can hide behind me.” The Master Chief cocked his head sideways and sighted the dark brown face of Master Sergeant Avery Johnson, the only other human who had survived the events on Installation 04, and made the trip back to Earth alive. “You done with my boy here Master Ganz? I don’t see any training gear.”
“His armor is working fine Johnson, so shut your chili hole.” Ganz snapped. The Gunnery Sergeant turned to the Master Chief, “You’re free to go son, just remember to take things slowly.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll hold his hand.” Johnson remarked as he walked back to the elevator he came in from. The Master Chief followed.
“So, Johnson, when are you gonna tell me how you made it back home in one piece?” Ganz asked.
“Sorry Ganz, it’s classified.” Johnson replied as the elevator started to ascend.
“Hah! My ass!” Ganz exclaimed. “Well you can forget about those adjustments to your A2 scope…” Ganz’s voice faded away.
“Well he’s in a particularly fine mood. Maybe Lord Hood didn’t give him anything.” Johnson remarked to the Master Chief. Together, they walked to a tram and it started to move. Earth loomed in the distance. “Earth, haven’t seen her in years. When I shipped off for Basic, the orbital defense grid was all theories and politics. But now look, the Cairo is one of three-hundred GOC platforms. That MAC gun can put a round clean through a Covenant Capital Ship. With coordinated fire from the Athens and the Malta, nothing’s getting past this battle cluster in one piece. Ships have been arriving all mornin’. Nobody’s saying much, but I think something big is gonna’ happen.” The tram jolted to a halt. Outside, a large group of Marines were cheering, clapping, and whistling at the Master Chief and Johnson. Even a camera floated past the two ‘celebrities’.
“You told me there wouldn’t be any cameras.” The Master Chief said as they walked between two crowds of Marines to a bulk door, where two Navy personnel saluted them.
“And you told me that you were gonna’ wear something nice.” Johnson shot back, “Folks need heroes Chief, to give em’ hope. So smile would ya’? While we still got something to smile about.” The Master Chief was about to mutter that nobody would see him smile, since he was wearing a helmet, when the door opened.
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Covenant Holy City/ High Charity/ Ninth Age of Reclamation
The Supreme Commander of the fleet of Particular Justice walked into a large, artificial valley of seats. Further ahead, he stood on a pedestal overlooking hundreds of Unggoy, Kig-yar, Yanme’e, Jiralhanae, his fellow Sangheili, and lesser Prophets. All were jeering and roaring in anger, some shouted things like, “Heretic! Heretic!” Others, mostly the Sangheili, watched as the Commander was chained to two floating probes.
“You’ve drawn quite a crowd.” Tartarus sneered.
“If they came to hear me beg, they will be disappointed.” The Commander spat.
“Are you sure?” Tartarus asked. Golden bands of fiery hot energy started to lance all around the Commander, singeing his once golden armor to a black. The pain was almost unbearable, but the Sangheili kept it to himself.
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The Master Chief and Sergeant Johnson walked up through the Cairo’s control room. Several men and women stood at attention, all were dressed in white ceremonial outfits.
Lord Admiral Hood, a white haired man who seemed to be in his sixties, stepped up, “Gentleman, we’re lucky to have you back.” One of the control room’s officers stepped behind the Admiral and whispered something in his ear.
“Go ahead Cortana.”
On a nearby hologram pedestal, Cortana appeared. She was an AI that simply took on the form of a human female. Bands of data scrolled around her translucent body, “Another whisper sir, near Io, we have probes en route.”
Hood turned to the Spartan and the Sergeant, “I apologize but we’re going to have to make this quick.” The Admiral turned back to retrieve something.
Cortana turned to look at the Master Chief’s armor, “You look nice.” She commented.
“Thank you!” Johnson said at the same time the Master Chief said, “Thanks.”
Hood returned; Johnson and the Spartan stood back at attention. “Sergeant Major, the Colonial Cross is rewarded for acts of daring and devotion, for a soldier or the United Earth Space Corp….”
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Covenant Holy City/ High Charity/ Ninth Age of Reclamation
“There can be no greater HERESY!” Tartarus roared at the crowd, “Let this be an example of all who would break our Covenant!” The crowd exploded into a wave of applause and shouts of agreement. Two Jiralhanae guards walked to the burnt Commander, and they started to remove the Sangheili’s armor. The Commander watched weakly and helplessly as the Jiralhanae Chieftain took a branding staff, one with the mark of shame on it, and plunged upon his chest. White hot fire spread throughout his body, the Sangheili tried not to make a noise, but it was too hard. He screamed; nobody cared.
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Earth Defense Platform/ Cairo/ 10.20.2552 (Human Military Calendar)
“Commander Miranda Keyes.” Lord Admiral Hood called; a young, dark haired woman stepped up and saluted. The daughter of Captain Keyes, who was the hero of Installation 04. “Your father’s actions were in keeping with the highest traditions within military service. His bravery in the face of impossible odds has reflected great credit upon himself, and the UNSC. The Navy has lost one of its best.” Hood handed Miranda an awards medal. She took a long, thoughtful look at it, and then she put it on.
[Edited on 08.20.2007 10:19 AM PDT]