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Subject: Halo Fanfic: The End of a War
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Is that Joexxx guy calling Mr_Clark a copier just because he posted FanFic?
Is every one who posts FanFic other than sir suddenly a copier?
Also I dont think Clark would appreciate it if everybody says sir sucks just because his story is better. Hes too nice of a guy....
EDIT Yeah new page!!!! In your face!!!!

[Edited on 2/21/2005 2:20:01 PM]

  • 02.21.2005 2:17 PM PDT
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na joexxx55 was saying anyone who copies his stupid posts is a copier

and could you pls remove the in your fave please everyones been the first on a page at somepoint

[Edited on 2/21/2005 2:25:29 PM]

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I straightened things out with JoeXXX guys. There was some unkind things said on Sir_Brilliants thread earlier. So how bout we all keep the hostility to a minimum? Flame wars make writers sad :(

  • 02.21.2005 2:31 PM PDT
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you'll are both good writers. he takes too long to post. and your's goes a little bit off the game's plot about the spartans.

  • 02.21.2005 2:53 PM PDT
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I haven't visited here in a while and I don't browse the forums. who is this sir guy everyone is talking about. i read that obnoxious guy and was pretty pissed. so pls tell me who sir his and post a link to him so I can make a judgement on the two writers.

  • 02.21.2005 5:02 PM PDT
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it's sir brilliant. here's a link to his fanfic.

http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=1899402&po stRepeater1-p=1

  • 02.21.2005 5:35 PM PDT
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you, Mr. C, have a rare talent for spinning words. i was literally in tears (of awe) when I finished your first 9 chapters, and am waiting in eager anticipation for your next chapter. I seriously think htat you should consider going into writing, if this is the caliber of what you come up with IN YOUR SPARE TIME. you are a god among men (not in a blasphemous way, for any who are offended), and i thank you for your efforts. let it not be said that your efforts have gone unappreciated. PM me if you release any new chapters, and keep up the Excellent work.

  • 02.21.2005 9:49 PM PDT
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oh, and sir_brilliant's isn't bad, but its not in the same league as this one

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Chapter 10 will go up early Tuesday morning, look for your PM then. I'm finished it, but I still need to give it a once-over then post it everywhere. I'm exhausted right now so I'll throw it up nice and early in the morning.

  • 02.22.2005 12:02 AM PDT
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Just take it easy.

  • 02.22.2005 7:10 AM PDT
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i'm dying waiting for this next chapter

[Edited on 2/22/2005 8:01:53 AM]

  • 02.22.2005 8:01 AM PDT

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i read the 10nth chapter and i have to hand it to ya it was hela good i hope u get it published or u right the story line for halo 3 i bet u can

k well ODD OUT

  • 02.22.2005 8:43 AM PDT
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The End of a War

Chapter 10

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

Janissary James felt her dreams slip away and slowly be replaced with cold harsh reality. She whimpered as a resonating pounding sounded off in her skull. Trying her best to remain perfectly still she dimly noted that she was lying on something.

Oh God, it feels like I’ve been listening to one of Jersey’s crappy ‘Flip’ albums. Why the hell did I refuse to take the helmet back on Cairo? I’ll be lucky if I don’t have a cracked skull.

After a few moments she realized she still had her eyes clenched shut, and experimentally opened them a fraction of the way. A ceiling filled her vision, along with strange lighting. It was a far different design than she remembered seeing back on Cairo station, in fact it looked almost alien.

Now why the hell does that thought make me on edge? she groaned mentally. Moreover, why am I getting the feeling that something’s wrong?

A memory flashed through her mind, one of her clutching weakly to the Master Chief’s arm and begging him not to leave her. Jan flushed slightly, wondering how she would explain that to the Spartan later.

Her musings were cut short however when a chattering noise off to the side caught her attention. Craning her neck slowly to the right, Jan felt her breath get hitched in her throat.

“You awake now?” the small Grunt asked, standing no more than six inches from her. It watched, perplexed, as the human girl looked shocked and then angry. Had the creature anymore time to consider why the girl might have been angry, it most likely would have moved out of the way when Jan leapt from the medical compartment and delivered a strong roundhouse kick. The Grunt wailed as it skidded across the medical bay, knocking over tables and other devices before it was stopped by the far wall.

Jan had picked up a small device that looked as if it were some kind of scalpel, and was advancing on the Grunt even before it had time to scramble to it’s feet.

“Wait! Me not your enemy!”

“Shut it!” Jan shouted. “Where’s the Master Chief? What did you freaks do to him?”

She’d gotten within a few feet of the Grunt when a new voice sounded in the chamber.

“Put the knife down girl, the only danger that little guy poses is to your shins, and I’ve never seen them capable of kicking before.”

The decidedly human touch to the voice made Jan pause, turning slightly to gaze at another medical table. A large muscular Marine was sprawled out on it, and Jan recognized him immediately. He had been at the televised awards ceremony with the Master Chief on Cairo station.

“You mind telling me what you’re doing here?” the Marine asked, his voice was gruff and Jan could tell an order when she heard one. “Last time I checked the only humans on this ship were me and the Commander, so unless you sprouted wings and flew here, than there’s gotta be an explanation.”

“My names Jan, Janissary James,” she said, sputtering slightly under the Marines intense gaze. “I’m not too sure how I got here, the Master Chief said the Covenant picked up our escape pod, but the next thing I know I’m lying on an operating bed waiting for some Grunt to start dissecting me.”

The Marine grunted, even as a smirk worked its way onto his face.

“You were with the Chief?” Jan nodded, and the Marine continued, “So I presume you’re a Marine as well, though you look a little young.”

“I’m not a Marine,” Jan replied. “And I’m seventeen by the way.”

“Huh, too young to join the Corps,” the Marine paused. “A Navy tech?”

Jan shook her head, “I’m not in the military buddy, and now that I’ve answered some of your questions could you maybe answer one of mine. Like why are you on a Covenant ship and why have we not been killed yet?”

The Marine laughed even as he shifted uncomfortably, and Jan noticed him wince when he moved his right side.

“I suppose the Master Chief didn’t tell you, but things are strange in the Covenant now. The Elites, Hunters, and Grunts have been kicked out, meaning we’ve got a temporary alliance in the works here. I also don’t think kicking that little guy was very nice given the circumstances.”

Jan found herself somewhat embarrassed and turned around to apologize to the Grunt, only to see it had passed out.

“You gave it quite a scare with that knife,” the Marine commented. “I don’t think even a normal Marine wouldn’t have pissed himself seeing you come at them like that. Where’d you learn those moves?”

“I’ve had a few good teachers in my time,” Jan grinned. She was about to elaborate when the Marine’s face suddenly contorted with agony and he fell back against the table, swearing roughly. Before Jan could rush to his side, an alarm sounded and a pair of side doors slid open, revealing a squad of unarmed Grunts, who began a series of checks on the control systems in front of the Marine. A long mechanical arm appeared from underneath the table and something akin to a syringe was produced. It administered a shot to the Marine, who immediately lost consciousness.

A lone Grunt broke away from the action surrounding the Marine and trotted over to Jan.

“Human Commander say when girl wake for her to see her. She on bridge, you want me to take?” the creature asked in broken English. Jan shook her head, mentally noting that when not in combat the Grunts could look quite cute.

“I’m sure I can find it on my own,” she replied, shooting one last look at the Marine before exiting the medical bay. Without any real knowledge of where she was going, Jan hung a right and walked down a long corridor, populated with several groups of Grunts and Elites. As she approached they cleared a way for her, even the Elites, who watched her with intense eyes. The Marine fatigues she wore seemed to make her stand out more than she normally would, which made her slightly uneasy.

The corridor soon emptied into a large network of crossways, leading off in several different directions. Jan stopped and glanced around, wondering if perhaps declining the Grunt’s offer had been a wise choice. The ships architecture was confusing to say the least, and her experience navigating ships was somewhere on the low-end of the spectrum.

As she was about to turn back and ask one of the Elites she saw earlier where the bridge was, a resounding crash echoed down from one of the corridors. Curiosity got the better of her and she turned down the corridor, approaching the open doors that led into an enormous chamber. Before she could enter, a pair of voices caught her attention.

“-lieve that the Flood leader was aboard this vessel ever since the parasite arrived on High Charity. It had accessed the ships schematics and your Construct has informed me that it learned of the location of your home world, as well as ours.”

The Master Chief and an Elite were standing near the door of the chamber, facing the other end. Several Hunters were clearing away rubble that looked like it came from the upper deck. The Spartan and the Elite weren’t facing each other, but Jan could see that both soldiers looked tense.

“I checked in on Sergeant Johnson before speaking with Cortana,” the Chief said, his voice belaying an underlying tone of apprehension. “Is there any other way we can confirm he killed Gravemind?”

The Elite in the strange armor shook his head. “Honor Without Mercy’s security systems were somehow bypassed by the parasite, any recordings we may have been able to analyze were destroyed. Regardless of whether or not the parasite survived, it is no longer aboard this ship.”

Jan inched closer to the door, and saw that the Hunters were now using their fuel rod guns and firing constant streams of concentrated radiation down into the collapsed deck. As the Hunters continued their work, an uneasy silence descended on the pair of soldiers.

“Is the Prophet of Truth dead?’ the Elite suddenly asked. Jan noticed the Master Chief pause slightly before responding.

“No, I destroyed the Forerunner artifact he carried with him and it triggered an explosion. I’m not sure what happened but I was thrown off the ship and before it could be destroyed, it entered Slip Space. I intercepted several transmissions from the Covenant fleet before it was destroyed, one of which was a series of coordinates. Once were back on Earth, we’ll be able to analyze them closely and determine exactly where they lead.”

Something close to a sigh was emitted by the Elite, and Jan saw his shoulders bunch up.

“I do not wish for those aboard this ship to be killed once we land on your planet Demon,” the Elite said. The Master Chief finally turned and looked at him.

“Cortana has informed the defenses that we’re not under Covenant control, they won’t open fire when we approach,” the Spartan explained, somewhat confused. The Elite gave the Master Chief a hard glare in response.

“We are warriors Demon,” the Elite snarled. “Do not pretend you are unaware of how your people view us. I have witnessed the extermination and cleansing of many planets your kind inhabited. Millions of humans wiped out as we burn their bodies into ash. What about you Demon, we murdered the other members of your unit on Reach.”

The Spartan had turned fully to regard the Elite, and Jan saw his right hand flex slightly. The motion didn’t fail to catch the Elite’s notice either.

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“Now do you see?” he questioned angrily. “If a soldier of your discipline can still despise us, how will your commanders feel? The people who have lost their families? ”

“Are you done?” the Spartan asked, coldly. “Mankind doesn’t kill those that don’t pose a threat to us. You’ve got us confused with your hierarchs.”

The Elite laughed unkindly. “Hatred does not disappear simply because the threat is no longer there Demon. You will see this soon enough.”

Before the Spartan could respond the Elite walked off, towards the Hunters. Jan hung back, wondering if announcing her presence would be a good idea.

“Hey Chie-” she stopped herself from finishing her greeting when the Spartan suddenly slammed a fist into a nearby metal column. His fist punched through the outer layer and was buried up to his wrist, but the Spartan didn’t notice. The Master Chief was staring at the deck, giving no sign of having heard her.

“Excuse me.”

Jan jumped when a hand fell softly on her shoulder, and spun around sharply. Instead of some kind of hideous Covenant beast behind her, a human female was there, smiling softly at her.

“Did I startle you?” the woman asked. Jan shook her head, even as she tried mentally to get her heart to stop hammering in her chest.

“No, I’m just not used to seeing so many…” Jan paused, “non-humans.”

The woman laughed softly and stuck out her hand.

“Miranda Keyes,” she said by way of introduction. Jan grasped the extended hand.

“Janissary James.”

The two smiled at each other for a moment before Miranda continued.

“Would you like to take a walk with me Ms. James?”

“Uh, sure,” Jan said. Miranda led her away from the chamber and back into the crossways she had previously walked through. They walked in silence as they passed a cluster of Elites and a pair of Hunters.

“There’s a few things I need to ask you Jan,” Miranda said once they were alone in the corridor. “The Master Chief was somewhat vague on the details of how you wound up fighting with him on the Covenant fleet.”

Before Jan could respond, the older woman held up a hand to silence her as they continued their slow pace.

“I was wondering just what your relationship is with Spartan -117,” Miranda explained. “Despite your Marine fatigues I’m guessing from your lack of identification that your not a soldier. I had Cortana pull up the UNSC rosters and it says you applied for service not even a month ago, and was consequentially turned down because you were under the required age. So Janissary James, just who are you?”

Jan felt her hands twine together and twist uneasily. Skipping around the truth would only get her in trouble with this woman.

“Okay, I’ll tell you everything, but I think we need to find some place to sit down, this could take awhile.”

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Darkness consumed the bridge. The explosion that rocked the ship previously had disrupted all controls and power. As consciousness slowly returned to the crew they began to realize that something was wrong.

The Prophet of Truth felt the room slowly hum to life, at the same moment he regained control over his body.

“Report!” the Prophet barked out to the Brutes that were struggling to activate the ships controls.

“Your Holiness, it appears we have entered Slip Space,” the Brute Commander announced. The Prophet of Truth fought the urge to shout his displeasure. The Brutes needed to continue to see him as an unshakable.

“Bring the ship our of Slip Space, Commander, and send a squad of Brutes to find the Demon. Do what you wish with the body, I want his head.”

Where is the Holy Light? Has the Demon destroyed it as well?

The Forerunner crystal wasn’t present in the room, and neither was the Demon himself.

The vermin must have retreated.

“Your Holiness, this unworthy one must report that we cannot access the ship’s controls.”

Truth stared down at the Brute.

“Then regain control, Commander. I will not accept any failure on your part.”

As the Brute returned to his station, the Prophet of Truth turned to internal musings.

The Demon shall pay for his transgression!

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There is still strength in this world. From where did they regain their prowess? Much is to be answered, and many questions remain, my kind must not be ended here. There is time, and the foolishness of mortals will bring me opportunity.

A long tentacle gripped the small orb-like monitor from the depths of the darkness.

“What do you see?” the creature asked.

“A rupture in the power grid, I detect several frigate-class ships have entered the system. Their coordinate destination will bring them towards this facility.”

“Good. We have much to prepare then.”

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“What’s waiting for us down there Cortana?” the Master Chief asked the A.I from the bridge of Honor Without Mercy. Many of the Elites had gathered on the ship’s bridge to watch the monitors.

“Take a look for yourself,” Cortana said, bringing up images of an empty stretch of field. Hundreds of Scorpion-class tanks were poised and waiting at the far end of the field, along with several squadrons of Longsword fighters surveying the air.

“It seems they are not willing to take many chances,” the Arbiter mused softly. He glanced briefly at the other Elites and saw that most of them had their attention split between the monitors and himself.

“Jan and me will go our first, along with the Arbiter,” the Master Chief announced. “With Commander Keyes and Cortana aboard they wouldn’t think to open fire on the ship.”

“Alright,” Cortana responded before Keyes could interject. “But there isn’t a platform on the ground level to stabilize the gravity lift, so expect a somewhat choppy landing.”

“We’ll be fine,” the Chief said, though his gaze was now focused on the girl standing next to him.

As the ship slowly descended through Earth’s atmosphere the bridge grew quiet, and all eyes were soon focused on the images of the defensive measures the UNSC had gathered. The Scorpion tanks tacked the ship as it continued its decent, and those aboard could almost feel the destroyers in orbit around Earth keeping their MAC guns still trained on their craft.

“We’re in position, good luck you three,” Cortana said. The Master Chief nodded slightly at Cortana’s image before leading Jan off the bridge, the Arbiter tailing close behind.

“I believe this is the first time I’ll ever have touched human soil without having seen it burned by our fleet,” the Arbiter announced. Jan looked somewhat offended, but the Master Chief laid a hand lightly on her shoulder. He knew the Arbiter meant no harm from what he said.

“Lets hope your never in the position to do so again,” John replied. No one offered any other comments as they reached the main grav lift. John glanced briefly at Jan, before grabbing hold of her hand and stepping into the lift. They were out of sight before the Arbiter could blink.

The Elite glanced down briefly. He shook his head slightly before he to, disappeared down the lift.

Chapter End

  • 02.22.2005 10:14 AM PDT
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Ergh, I threw this up earlier than expected, I have things to do today so I couldn't wait around, sorry. If I accidentally PM'd anybody twice, that's my bad. I had a lot more PM's this time and I got confused halfway through over who I had msg'd and who I hadn't, so if you got two I'm sorry.

  • 02.22.2005 10:16 AM PDT
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Great! Really just great! It's all I can say. Great! Fantastic! Wonderful! etc. etc. etc.



Prowlaz, I wasn't talking to you and I never wanted to piss you off, okay?
I was talking to Mr_Clark. (When I said; take it easy.) I just meant that he shouldn't rush it.

[Edited on 2/22/2005 11:00:17 AM]

  • 02.22.2005 10:31 AM PDT

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Chapter 10:
Wow, you were right that this chapter was going to be different. I love it. It is a nice lull before the storm, and you've really captured the wisdom of an aged Elite General with Arbitor. He understands war, and civilans who only see one side of war. And I don't know if you meant to do this, but you kind of took advantage of Chiefs limited knowledge of civilian life. He sounded so clueless about how we (humans) would react to the Elites, almost believing that everyone fallows military protocols. Perfect man!!

“Hatred does not disappear simply because the threat is no longer there Demon. You will see this soon enough.”

Amazing detail in this story, and I may add that you didn't give the chief enough light, but the confrentation between him and the Arbitor.. WOW, overshadows anything bad about chief.
keep it coming.. now I'm REALLY eager to see what's gonna happen.

Right Marines?
"OOHRAH, those damn Elites, screw PEACE!"
Shut-up soldier, or I'll be the first to crack your skull. GOT IT?!


  • 02.22.2005 10:50 AM PDT
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I will always place the mission first.
I will never accept defeat.
I will never quit.
I will never leave a fallen comrade.

Thanks for the PM again and good chapter.

  • 02.22.2005 11:02 AM PDT
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SWWEEEEET!! that rocked (as usual!) man i did not think a dialogue chapter would be as good as others but boy was i wrong. that really was great, especially with the way grunts interacted with jan. so truth is still alive and so is gravemind, i am beginning to see how it will be about 20 chapters long. roll on chapter 11.......

  • 02.22.2005 11:07 AM PDT
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I read a little of sirs fanfic and it just isn't as good as clarks. he is a fairly boring author to read and he doesn't use words as well as clark does. thankyou both people who gave me the link. I now truly see that clark is a more amazing author than I first thought.

  • 02.22.2005 11:23 AM PDT
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good chapter, and thx for the PM

  • 02.22.2005 11:26 AM PDT

I share pies.

Nice thanks for pm too

  • 02.22.2005 12:35 PM PDT