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Subject: Halo 3 Epilogue Story (Part Four) see page 7

Chicken go cluck cluck cow go moo

That was great.

  • 07.26.2008 2:07 PM PDT

I'M GONNA HEADBUT YA!!
I'M GONNA HEADBUT YA!!
I'M GONNA HEADBUT YA!!

Posted by: NAKED N00B 14
Maybe you should write romance novels. I'm getting a lot of s3xual tension out of this story,


Hahahahahahaha!!!
Dude stick to your own threads (Funny though! =,))

  • 07.26.2008 11:14 PM PDT

I'M GONNA HEADBUT YA!!
I'M GONNA HEADBUT YA!!
I'M GONNA HEADBUT YA!!

This story deserves an......

Awsomesauce!

  • 07.26.2008 11:20 PM PDT

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Minnesotan, currently going to school at KU.


@Geegs30

That was some great late night reading. Since I haven't read the books I don't know if this is better or not but this stuff would be hard to beat. Very gripping story and lots of action now in the later parts. I can't wait for the next chapters to come out. This thread very much deserves to be stickied. I bet the guys over at Bungie would love this stuff. Keep up the good work 11/10

Cheers,
Geegs30

  • 07.27.2008 12:01 AM PDT

its like 3 30 over here in the moring of course and i went through every page and read it all. normally i wouldnt but this was really gud :) after many years, i will laugh when bungie releases thier next series continuing the Halo trilogy and its plot is exactly this :P hahaha u beter have gotten pain then :D good work

BTW saved thread lol

[Edited on 07.27.2008 12:29 AM PDT]

  • 07.27.2008 12:28 AM PDT

Thanks all. Part 9 coming.

  • 07.27.2008 2:27 PM PDT
Subject: Halo 3 Epilogue Story (Introduction and Part One)

feet first into hell

ODST's motto

sorry I read the whole thing, sorry

[Edited on 07.30.2008 8:14 PM PDT]

  • 07.27.2008 4:40 PM PDT

feet first into hell

ODST's motto

sorry nevermind

  • 07.27.2008 5:21 PM PDT
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Come on! Part 9! >:O

  • 07.27.2008 5:41 PM PDT
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHH why end IT THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!??????????!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • 07.28.2008 9:01 AM PDT

Just a quick word on the story.
At the moment it's on Part 8 and part 9 is coming along soon, but i don't know how long the whole story will be, but i would say that we are around a third of the way into the story.

If i could post longer parts without too much trouble from the word count limit then there would be far more detail and description in the story, but unfortunately i have to keep my word limit down usually, unless i really need to get a certain part of the story over in greater detail.

If you want to read the whole story in one go without being interrupted by posts, then i have the whole story for everyone to read (including the edits) at www.fanfiction.net the lazy link is below.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4326860/1/The_Halo_3_Epilogue

Link now fixed.

[Edited on 07.30.2008 1:55 AM PDT]

  • 07.30.2008 1:50 AM PDT

WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT HOLD THE GOSH DARN PHONE!!!!!!!!!!!

I'M DATING A HOT GIRL????????????????????
-blam!- YEAH, SEAKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This story is great. How much longer do you think until part 9 will be finished?

  • 07.30.2008 10:42 PM PDT

Within the next 7 days, "Sorry" I know it's a long time.

  • 07.31.2008 12:16 AM PDT

POP! Goes your body.

Fantastic story man great detail.

  • 08.02.2008 11:12 PM PDT
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get the okay from bungie and publish it. you will makes tons of money from all halo fans

  • 08.02.2008 11:29 PM PDT

Part 9

A deep pop echoed from the front of the rocket launcher as the solid propellant was ignited, and the four retaining pins were released. For a split second it seemed as though the launcher was faulty, until the quiet pop was replaced by a deafening roar as the rocket screamed towards the nearest alien.
The rocket hit the alien square in the face and exploded with enough force to destroy a Warthog, as a result it was thrown against the nearest wall, landing with a bone shattering crunch.
Despite the direct hit to the face, which was now a semi-molten blob, the main bulk of the alien had somehow remained intact.
John had previously turned Covenant Wraith tanks and the lumbering Hunters into smouldering wrecks in his encounters, with successive hits from a rocket launcher. But here was an alien no bigger than himself, clad in some kind of power armour that, despite being dead, still had all of its limbs attached after being hit by an M19.

Just as the launcher had completed its automatic re-load of the second and last rocket, John turned to the next alien in line and squeezed the trigger.
Even with knowledge of the outcome, the alien made no attempt to evade its impending demise, and as a result it was thrown against the wall, knocking two of its comrades onto the floor that fell directly on top of the string of fusion cores.
John dived to the floor, behind the Forerunner computer terminal just as Cortana activated a power surge in the damaged conduit. The line of sentinel cores exploded in a blinding display of light, sending two more of the aliens to their deaths, but that still left another four.

John popped his head above the computer terminal to see where they were stood, but this time they had stopped, as though assessing the effectiveness of their new threat. All John needed was for them walk forward another metre or so and they would be directly next to the LOTUS anti-tank mine.
John frowned in his helmet, staring at the dark figures. “What are they doing?”
“I think they’re trying to figure you out, see how much of a threat you are. Three hundred sentinels couldn’t stop them but one Spartan seems to be more of a handful.” Examined Cortana
Just as Cortana finished her sentence, one of the aliens raised its black gauntlet at John and a strange fizzing sound filled the chamber.
“Get down!” warned Cortana.
John fired a quick burst from his BR55 Battle rifle as he dived for cover, but the brief storm of bullets did little to deter the alien.
A second later and the room was filled with cascading bolts of iridescent green light. The computer terminal took most of the blast, but the alien energy seemed to worm and slither its way around as though looking for its target. Several smaller strands of lightning sprang from the smoking computer console, striking John and the surrounding area.
His Mjolnir armour seemed to flex in the flowing energy, as if it was being slowly pulled apart and then he heard a distinctive pop as his shields failed.
Bright pin-pricks of pain surged from his legs and arms, followed by waves of intense heat and nausea. John thought he was physically on fire until he managed to open his stinging eyes to see the energy finally dissipating.
“Chief!” yelled Cortana “The mine!”
John pulled his aching head up and around the computer terminal to see the remaining aliens slowly lumbering forward, into the killing radius of the anti-tank mine.

With his body still reeling from the energy weapon, John reached over and grabbed the LOTUS remote firing trigger. The pistol grip sized device was illuminated by a single display that read “SAFE” in bright green letters.
John toggled the switch and the previous display was changed to “ARMED” in a menacing red glow, before he pressed the spring loaded trigger.
The anti-tank mine shattered like glass before exploding, sending three of the aliens in all directions, one of which was struck by the shaped charge. The fourth was thrown against the nearest terminal followed by a storm of fist sized mine fragments.
John slowly pulled himself upright and then felt a warm wet trickle on his top lip, he tasted blood. The alien attack and the succession of explosions without his shields had caused several small blood vessels to burst, it was nothing serious but his head was aching and his limbs felt as though they had be pulled off and re-attached by a blind field surgeon.

The chamber that was previously immaculate and quiet was now covered in small fragments of metal and debris. Along the floor and walls near the entrance were several charred blast marks where the fusion cores and the LOTUS mine had been.
The darkly armoured figures were spread around the room in a varying degree of rag-doll poses, as though a giant hand had just thrown them around.
The nearest alien, slumped against the terminal, was the only one that still looked completely intact, save for a small pot-marked area on its back.
John was taking no chances and levelled his Battle rifle at the aliens head.
The alien suddenly turned to face John, arms raised, knocking the weapon from his hands. Now that he was closer John could make out far more detail of the dark armour than before.
The head was a series of angled plates or panels with two red slit-shaped eyes that were devoid of pupils or anything similar, but it looked as though this was part of the armour and not the aliens’ eyes.
The mouth area was another collection of angled plates as was the majority of the armour, but unlike the rest of its bulkier body, the arms seemed thinner almost insect like in nature with a single row of small jagged barbs where each elbow was located.
John had seen enough, and powered a single fist as hard as he could into the aliens’ angled face.
Initially the dark material that covered the helmet seemed to absorb the impact like sponge, but then he felt resistance and the alien helmet crumpled, sending the alien sliding along the hard metal floor before coming to a stop next to the rest of its dead comrades.

John surveyed the scene before him and silently counted his blessings.
When he had fought against the Covenant and even the Flood, John had simply done what was required to achieve his mission and to survive, and even though his experience with the Flood was somewhat unpleasant he always saw them as an opponent that could be defeated.
But this enemy of the Forerunners was something else entirely. They had easily destroyed hundreds of sentinels and breached the armoured exterior of the facility in a matter of minutes.
He had been lucky this time, exceptionally lucky. A few more of the aliens and the situation would have quickly become more than difficult.
John thought about Cortana’s warning for him to escape before the aliens reached the chamber, he could understand her concern. If anything happened to him she would be stranded here, without the ability to physically move around, but worse than that she would be alone.
John looked over at her and Cortana turned to meet his gaze, her usually calm appearance had changed to something else. Her eyes, despite being a holographic projection based on the interpretation of data from her core, showed more emotion than usual, they showed relief.
She had gone from his friend and guide to an electronic surrogate, concerned for her distant child. But John recognised this look; it was the same anxious stare that Dr Halsey had displayed when he returned from his first combat mission.
“Cortana, you remember when I said next time let’s try something harder?”
“Yes.”
“I was joking.” Replied John







[Edited on 08.04.2008 7:35 AM PDT]

  • 08.04.2008 7:31 AM PDT


November 10th 2552 (Forerunner shield world)


Catherine peered over the rim her glasses at the large revolving hologram; her eyes were dry and stinging with fatigue.
She had spent three long days searching the schematics of the sphere for something that would help them, anything that would provide them with the proverbial key for unlocking the Cryo-tubes. But that was not their only concern.
Despite the apparent safety from the Covenant and anyone else they were still stranded, without a means of transport they would be staying here for the rest of their lives.
With that in mind Catherine had included anything that resembled a ship or hangar bay along with another slip-space portal.
Kelly walked up and handed over a steaming cup of coffee, “Here doctor, drink this.”
The ration-pack coffee was the only thing that was keeping her awake at the moment, along with the occasional nudge from Chief Mendez.

The chief had made his way inside after Catherine’s’ first day of searching had turned up nothing of interest; the only thing that peaked her enthusiasm was the environmental controls for the Dyson sphere. Here she could change the temperature and weather of the habitable area to suit their needs. This was presumably for accelerating the growth of the vegetation that covered all that they could see.
Mendez glanced up at the doctor as she hugged the hot cup in her hands, his eyes stood out in the pale light, “You should take a rest.”
Catherine slowly stood up with a jaw-dislocating yawn and removed her glasses, folding them away into her lab coat.
She briefly rubbed her eyes before joining Chief Mendez at the other end of the room, where the lift shaft was located.
The decision to place a sentry at the lift had been Fred’s idea, but everyone knew it was just another way of giving a group of hardened soldiers something to do, to keep their minds focused as much as possible.

Catherine sat down on one of the small logistical cases.
She lifted the hot cup to her nose, smelling the coffee.
The strong smell was a welcomed break from the surgically sterilized environment that was now their home. Even the flowers outside were almost odourless.
The Forerunners had been the most advanced species in the known universe at one time, and they had achieved what the Covenant could only dream of.
They could create entire planets, build moon-sized ring-worlds and had the ability manipulate space-time. “If only they had mastered the coffee bean,” Thought Catherine.
She took a small sip, savoring the strong taste.
Despite originally being a tea drinker Catherine had acquired a taste for coffee, or that’s what she kept telling herself.
Her research work on Reach, including the SPARTAN II program had required long hours of work and constant confrontations with the military, especially those that wanted to shut her work down, Ackerson being the primary pain in the ass. So coffee became the main source of fuel in her work.

She took another sip of the dark liquid, closing her eyes.
“Doctor,” started Mendez “I thought that you had one of those portable AI’s with you?”
Catherine looked over at her laptop, where a small pea-sized object was sitting.
“You mean Jerrod? Yes, but unfortunately his matrix is extremely fragile and so is his power source. I was hoping to save him for a rainy day.” Sighed Catherine
Mendez looked around the room, as if looking at their current options, “Begging your pardon ma’am but this seems like a pretty wet day to me.”
After a brief pause Catherine agreed, saving Jerrod wouldn’t matter if they had no way to get off the Dyson sphere.
She reached over and activated the small pod.
“Good afternoon doctor,” said a familiar English accent “How may I be of assistance?”

To be continued…





[Edited on 08.04.2008 7:36 AM PDT]

  • 08.04.2008 7:32 AM PDT

Im pretty handy with those assassinations.

Smart A.I.'s have an operational livetime of seven years. But is Cortana fully active in this prolonged expanse of time. Nowing that she only has a certain amount of time left, she could've stopped processes deemed unessecary for her "lifetime". I mean c'mon shes smart.

  • 08.04.2008 8:03 AM PDT

Please, please, please read the story before writing a comment.

  • 08.04.2008 8:44 AM PDT

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AWESOME!

  • 08.04.2008 2:16 PM PDT

"Nah. As long as the prince of darkness is okay with it. I am too. But thanks anyway, Mr. Velvet Spider."

xD

Amazing work Max. Brilliant.

  • 08.04.2008 3:36 PM PDT

International Army for the Liberation of Hotdogs.
" The Grunt " - Death Served on A Screaming Platter!
You lack the majestic curves of a ripe banana! YOU SIR ARE A PINEAPPLE
win
Justin Bieber sounds like two high-pitched walruses engaging in sex.

max, make this into a book, get someone to publish it then see how much money u make then write a sequel!

  • 08.04.2008 7:00 PM PDT

omgodz freaking addicted.

  • 08.04.2008 7:33 PM PDT