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Posted by: rraaaaawwwwwwwr
You can't end part 14 there, must see arby and cheif now!

Very good story so far, shame it got moved, maybe you will get more readers here though.


i don't think so, mine was in the halo 3 forum for about 5 days, and it had about 80 posts, in the time its been here, it's only had 15:(

  • 11.24.2008 11:14 PM PDT

Well, I'll still be writing this till the bitter end so that everyone who still reads it can see how it ends, well how book 1 ends anyway.
I have plans to continue writing another two books of this, but that all depends on Bungie, and if they decide to move this story out from the shadow of relative obscurity, and back to where it belongs - in the Halo 3 Forum.

Part 15 is being written at the moment, so don't worry.

[Edited on 11.25.2008 2:42 AM PST]

  • 11.25.2008 1:26 AM PDT

Part 15


Ventral Hangar Bay onboard the Covenant Cruiser Malicious Intent


The Arbiter rushed along the ventral corridor of the ship along with Rtas and a handful of well armed Sangheili. The message from the Forerunner vessel had indicated the return of the Spartan. But there was no way of knowing the truth until the vessel arrived in the hangar bay, and unloaded its mysterious cargo.
Secretly he hoped that the message was true. The Spartan had become a trusted ally, and a good friend. The Master Chief had saved his hide many times, but he had taken this with humility and respect, repaying the debt in their fight with the Prophets lies.
Whilst the war was being fought, and the fate of the galaxy was in balance, the Spartan had given Humanity a voice with which to answer the deafening wave of terror that was the Flood. He had seen countless honorable Sangheili swept aside by the parasite, engulfed to become host to the monster. But the Master Chief, the Demon, and bane of the Covenant had razed infected hives to the ground, swept a path of destruction through the parasite, and to its single minded intelligence that was the Gravemind. The Master Chief was if anything deserved of the Covenant name that he was given. He was a juggernaut of fighting skill, cunning and brute strength. He was indeed a Demon.

The Arbiter arrived at the doorway to the ventral hangar bay, and opened the main door.
Before him was a disorganised and embarrassing mess as the Jiralhanae had done little to maintain their ship, or the craft that were carried within its hold. Inside the large bay were six Spirit drop ships. These graceful and respected craft had been all but replaced at the Jiralhanae’s insistence, and the greed driven council, sensing an opportunity had happily obliged. Of the six craft four of them were damaged beyond repair, whereas the remaining two could be brought back to operational status with some simple maintenance. The Arbiter knew that any form of maintenance would be long and difficult as the previous Captain had disposed of his Huragok through the airlock in a fit of anger.
Further along the hangar wall were four Phantoms. One was outfitted in a heavy anti-armour role, whilst another was modified for ground support. The remaining two were in their original troop transport role. Ever since the Jiralhanae had gained favor with the Prophets, these unconventional and distasteful craft had become the main mode of transport for Covenant ground troops.
The Arbiter smirked under his helmet, knowing that the Spirit drop ship would soon be returned to its rightful role.
The Arbiter slowly walked in – plasma rifle at the ready. He was hopeful, but still cautious of the alien ship, which was now waiting patiently outside the energy barrier. He doubted that the barrier locked or not would be capable of stopping a Forerunner ship, but he noted the pilot’s cooperation. The Arbiter had insisted on a strict adherence to Covenant boarding protocol, and so far it was being followed.
Several of his warriors took up positions along the upper gantry level, including the overlooking plasma turrets that littered the walkway. Each one was trained on the Forerunner vessel. If there was any sign of deception then they would unleash a stream of intense plasma fire.
The Arbiter walked over to the main landing area, and slowly lowered his plasma rifle before ordering the deactivation of the red illuminated security field on the hangar entrance. Rtas moved to the side of the Arbiter, next to a pile of logistical containers where he maintained his vigilant aim on the alien vessel. Very slowly and with careful precision, the vessel inched its way into the hangar.
It was an unusual vessel but also familiar and in keeping with the single theme of engineering that the Forerunners used. It was a single flowing design that gave the impression of a thin triangular frame with three larger bulkhead or buttress like wings or stabilizers. All of these widened to a large hold at the rear, whilst the front narrowed to a dull point. Its metal skin was a calm grey with strokes of blue lighting along the hull and the three protruding struts. There was little noise from the vessel as it pushed its way through the now blue energy barrier.

The Arbiter moved slowly to side of the forerunner ship, looking for any sign of a doorway or hatch, but the hull of the craft was smooth and seamless.
Rtas indicated to the vessel to stop with a raised hand. The craft immediately responded by stopping dead and lowering to meet the hangar floor. A shimmer of light rippled over a small section of the side and a doorway appeared. Both Rtas and the Arbiter raised their plasma rifles again, in anticipation of the disembarkation.
The door silently slid out of view inside the craft, revealing the interior. The Arbiter blinked several times to ensure he was not hallucinating, but the there was definitely a familiar figure at the doorway. He motioned the science officer forward to scan the individual in front of him.
“Scans confirm Arbiter, it is him.” sounded the science officer
Upon hearing the news the Arbiter lowered his rifle, followed by Rtas and the others.
“Welcome back Spartan, it is good to see you again.” He said with a fanged smile.
John stepped forward and grasped the Arbiters hand in a firm but friendly handshake. “It’s good to be back,” Said John, as he glanced around the cluttered hangar bay, “I see you’ve been busy.”
“Please accept my apologies Spartan, but the…Brutes as you call them are unworthy of such prized possessions.”
John returned his gaze to the Arbiter, “The spoils of war.”
“Indeed,” the Arbiter motioned for Rtas to come forward, “I believe you already know Rtas.”
Rtas extended a clawed hand to John, who took it without hesitation before giving it a firm shake. Rtas gave a crooked smile before John nodded in response.

“I’d hate to interrupt this delightful reunion of the old and bold, but we have a lot to do chief.” Came a familiar female voice
“I believe you know Cortana,” Uttered John as she appeared on a doorway holo-plinth nearby - bathing the nearby area in blue light.
“Ah the artificial intelligence, I trust you are well?”
“I will be when we’ve dealt with our problem.” Replied Cortana
The Arbiter cocked his head, part in curiosity and part in apprehension, “What problem?”
“Show them.” Interrupted John
Cortana activated an overhead display screen and opened her log entries from the last few days. Slowly and steadily she went through their arrival on the Forerunner world and the encounter with the Forerunners enemy. She gave detailed accounts of each event and displayed mouth-watering footage of the interior of the structure, including the living Forerunner in the sub-level chamber.
Each of the Elites stared in amazement at Cortana’s account of the past few days. Even the warriors on the overhead gantry had come down for a closer look.
The Arbiter almost cringed at the sight of John fighting these new and deadly aliens, “I am pleased that you were not killed by these aliens Spartan.”
“We were lucky to survive at all; they have a level of technology that by far surpasses anything that Humanity or the Covenant possesses.” Voiced Cortana
“Believe me…friend,” muttered the Arbiter, looking at John “It is not good fortune that guides you Spartan, but destiny.”
All of the other Elites nodded and snarled in approval. They had seen first hand what John was capable of, including the encounter with the aliens. In their eyes he had gone from a hated enemy to a respected and revered comrade.
“What should we do?” asked Rtas
Cortana looked up at the now gathering crowd of Elites. “We should fortify what we have and warn everyone we know. Then we need to get to Earth and formulate a plan of action.”
The Arbiter nodded, “Agreed, Rtas ready the fleet and tell our home defence to prepare for a possible attack. Then we will return to my flagship and depart for Earth at our best possible speed.”
Rtas bounded out of the hangar and headed for the bridge.

“I had hoped Spartan, that when you returned you would be the first Human to set foot on my world. That you would be a symbol of hope and victory to my people.” Said the Arbiter “But now it seems that that will have to wait.
Cortana stared inquisitively at the Arbiter “You said when he returned not if. We could have been destroyed.”
The Arbiter smiled, “Ah my blue friend, were it so easy.”

To be continued…



[Edited on 11.25.2008 11:42 PM PST]

  • 11.25.2008 5:26 AM PDT

my name is politickle

to lazy to read im guessing u got this out of the halo books or u made it yourself

  • 11.25.2008 7:39 AM PDT

he made it by himself, it's a little thing called imagination. good going max, i wish i could write as well as you, but, then again, i'm only 13, mabye i will improve in later years.....
Have you plans to become an author? if not, you should seriously start thinking about it. keep going, don't let the move get you down, i've decided to go on with mine too.

  • 11.25.2008 8:17 AM PDT

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hey max me being me there is one tiny flaw.


It is were it so easy
not If it so easy

unless u knew this and decided to write it like this!

  • 11.25.2008 2:07 PM PDT

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Posted by: VictoryIan
to lazy to read im guessing u got this out of the halo books or u made it yourself

It's called "fan fiction," he wrote it himself, besides, no novel at this point in time details what happened after the Ark incident.

Max, my friend, I've been here since your first and am a true fan of your style of writing. The last chapter actually felt as though it came out of a cutscene. Very well written and keep it up, I can't wait to see the conclusion, ...or cliffhangar.

  • 11.25.2008 2:40 PM PDT

28, Architect ll Deviantart ll TWP(Formerly Halo 3 in the WorkPLace) - Assistant Director ll SIP ll OTK ll DMH

B.net bug = double post

[Edited on 11.25.2008 2:42 PM PST]

  • 11.25.2008 2:41 PM PDT

Were it so easy has now been inserted. I did mean to put that but I couldn't remember the exact words that were used so thanks.

Hopefully write some more today or through the week.
Yet again thanks everyone for the support.

  • 11.25.2008 11:50 PM PDT
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pure awesomeness good job.

  • 11.26.2008 1:34 AM PDT

Halo:Reach looks awesome

Again very very good work this thing is amazing. Keep up the good work =)

  • 11.26.2008 4:16 AM PDT

hey, max, could you read my story and give me some tips?

here it is

  • 11.26.2008 8:04 AM PDT

A bit on the low side when it comes to plot, but somehow you could make chief and the arbiter playing chess sound incredible.

Oh and did i here you are planning on writing more books on Halo? I imagine it will be after Halo 3:ODST or some future Halo game. Keep up the amazing work.

  • 11.26.2008 4:41 PM PDT
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Amazing.

  • 11.27.2008 6:54 AM PDT

Posted by: Dr indiana
A bit on the low side when it comes to plot, but somehow you could make chief and the arbiter playing chess sound incredible.

Oh and did i here you are planning on writing more books on Halo? I imagine it will be after Halo 3:ODST or some future Halo game. Keep up the amazing work.


that would be cool, i've wriiten a book set before Halo 3: Recon, which gives us a valuble insight into the Protaganists life before the slipspace event of New Mombassa

  • 11.27.2008 7:33 AM PDT

Yeah, hows it going?

Amazing job here. I can not wait for the next part.

[Edited on 11.27.2008 9:17 AM PST]

  • 11.27.2008 9:17 AM PDT

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OMGZ! You should make a book out of this a sell it. :winks:

  • 11.27.2008 11:07 PM PDT

You don't kick a man when they're down, so don't teabag me when I'm dead!

You have a talent for writing, Max. You should become an author. Admittedly, you're not that original; but your fan fic at least has less spelling mistakes than the Halo books. Am I right? :)

  • 11.28.2008 3:42 PM PDT

Unfortunately it's somewhat difficult to be completely original with a subject like Halo.
The next part will hopefully be up tomorrow.

  • 12.01.2008 7:53 AM PDT

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  • 12.01.2008 2:00 PM PDT

Part 16


March 28th 2552 Onboard the Covenant Flagship: The Shadow of Intent

John paced back and forth in his newfound crew quarters, but it was clearly not designed for a human. In fact it was more like a maintenance room of some kind.
At the Arbiters insistence, John had tried to get some rest, but the current situation was constantly rushing through his mind, and he found himself going over his new opponents again and again.

The Forerunners enemy was more deadly than the Flood, and far more advanced than the Covenant. He began to doubt that even the alliance with the Elites would be enough to stop them.
In addition to the superior technology that was against them and the resilience of the enemy, John needed one more thing: intelligence. He had no idea as to how many of these almost unstoppable aliens were left, or where they came from. Even the ships were a complete mystery to him. He almost shuddered at the thought that the one ship that he and Cortana had seen may just have been the equivalent of a frigate.
He needed answers, and fast.

John eventually admitted defeat and sat on the oddly shaped bed.
It was curved like a kidney, and covered in a strange iridescent material, which as far as John could tell, was some form of blanket.
The room was also unusual, with a sloping ceiling and two curved walls that tapered round the room and into an angled slant from floor to ceiling.
Along the walls were six different coloured orbs. The furthest orb on the left was a dragon-yolk yellow, whilst the next two were a cold blue crystal. The remaining three were trio of various shades of red.
Directly below the orbs were a small opaque screen and a series of angled sockets set parallel into the wall. John noticed that the sockets were about the same size as the plasma pistol charger units that he regularly found scattered around the battlefield. They were near indestructible, and had provided him with cover on countless occasions.
Gradually his mind began to relax and he carefully laid himself down on the bed. At first he was unsure if the Covenant furniture would take the weight of his armour, but it quickly became apparent that the bed was intended for someone of a similar size; probably the Arbiter. Even Elites had to sleep at some point.
John eventually began to drift, but it was far from the calm and serene slumber that he had hoped for. Instead it was a restless and haunted sleep.
Despite the presence of the Arbiter and Cortana only a corridor away, and a ship full of loyal and trusted allies, John felt intolerably lonely. Now he remembered why he had always resisted sleep so much. It was the absence of old friends.

Suddenly the single amber coloured orb on the wall bleeped and pulsed, yanking John back into the conscious world.
John jumped out of bed with a thud, and quickly rushed over to the orb and pressed it. There was a short high pitched whine before the Arbiters voice sounded through the wall. “Spartan, your presence is required on the bridge. There is something that you need to see.”
John ran out of the small room and headed for the bridge, dodging several Elites who all turned and looked at their new addition to the ships crew.
It seemed odd to John to be racing through a Covenant assault carrier without a hail of plasma fire stinging at his heels. Instead, all of the crew were going about their daily ritual of maintenance, security and preparation.
John quickly arrived at the bridge. The two polished, armoured doors slid silently apart.
John slowed to a walk, and entered.

Inside the bridge were a multitude of screens and consoles, all dressed in a familiar tone of turquoise and purple.
The interior of any Covenant vessel always surprised John, regardless of the number of times he was in one. They were such a stark contrast to the continuous lines of grey of a UNSC ship. They looked alive almost.

The far end of the bridge had a main view screen, and a small conference table that was equipped with a holo-projector. Cortana was stood, bathed in her blue light, on the top of the table with her hands on her hips, staring at the image on the main screen.
The Arbiter and Rtas were also stood at the table, looking at the same image with an unusual expression on their faces. It looked as though they were both deeply troubled and strained with excitement.
Cortana was the first to notice John’s arrival. “Chief, we’ve received a surveillance recording from an Elite reconnaissance probe. What it shows is somewhat disturbing.”
John joined them at the table and saw for himself what they were looking at.
In the image was a world unfamiliar to him. Its atmosphere was a dark and murky brown with spots of orange as thousands of fires raged on the surface.
John then moved his attention to the upper atmosphere of the planet, where a storm of debris was caught in the planets gravity. “What are we looking at?” he gasped.
The Arbiter turned. “This, Spartan, is the home world of the Brutes – Doisac.”
John moved closer to the screen. “What happened?”
Cortana responded by rewinding and playing the footage.
The previous view of a broken and shattered world was now replaced by a more prosperous and flourishing planet. Wisps’ of white cloud were scattered around the atmosphere, and a jigsaw of deep blue seas provided a much healthier view to the one before.
The image slowly zoomed out before panning to the right, revealing a trio of Covenant cruisers. The probe followed them as they moved towards a more distant, and as yet unrecognisable, object.
As they neared the object a bright lance of green fire struck out, cleaving one of the cruisers in half in a single deadly beam.
The lights on the butchered ship flickered and fluttered before giving up, and a series of small explosions rocked the decapitated sections as they slowly floated away from the other two ships.
The other two cruisers immediately opened fire, stabbing at the dark and distant vessel with volleys of blue plasma. The surface of the unfamiliar ship rippled as though absorbing the impact of the weapons fire.
The cruisers fired again, this time with torpedoes.
The dark vessel turned, exposing its starboard side to the storm of small suns that were racing towards it.
Another bolt of green energy extended from the hull of the ship, which jumped from torpedo to torpedo, extinguishing each orb of fire as it went.
It was then that John realised he had seen this before, “The enemy.” He muttered.

Despite the overwhelming firepower displayed by the enemy ship, one of the plasma torpedoes managed to get through, smashing into the hull of the alien vessel. The surface rippled once again as the torpedo exploded in a bright glare before settling back to its standard shape.
Sensing defeat against a superior enemy, the two brute cruisers turned and fled, heading back to the planet where a much larger fleet now waited.
The probe followed the pursuit of the alien vessel as it reached the Brutes home world. Almost immediately, the fleet of brute ships fired at the approaching intruder.
The hull of the ship rippled and rolled as each torpedo and lance of plasma was absorbed.
Occasionally a small burst of iridescent fire erupted from the alien ship, but John was unsure whether this was from the amassed firepower of the Brute fleet, or a form of exhaust that was venting the incredible energy that was being absorbed.
Then the alien ship fired.
The green claw of energy jumped from the hull of each ship, destroying each one in turn before following up with a lance of fire that scythed its way through the fleet.
Only a Brute capital ship remained intact, its shield shimmering in the storm.

The Brute ship replied with everything it had, but, as before, each attack fell harmlessly on the alien vessel like the sparks of a furnace splashing on the ground.
The alien vessel returned fire once more. This time the shields wavered and then collapsed before the capital ship exploded.
The alien vessel simply moved on towards the planet before bombarding the surface, and then leaving the system.

  • 12.02.2008 4:12 AM PDT

“Though it may please me to see the brutes destroyed,” began the Arbiter “It disturbs me to see this level of firepower, laying waste to the very ships that we have, and the worlds that we hold dear.”
“I know what you mean,” Replied John sympathetically. “Cortana show me the ship again.”
Cortana flashed a magnified and enhanced shot of the alien vessel on the main screen. Its characteristics were almost identical to the vessel they had seen orbiting the Forerunner world, but it was not the same ship.
Cortana voiced the collective thought of the group, “As you can see they have more than one ship.”
“Let us assume then,” began Rtas “That they have a fleet of such craft. All of similar design and intent.”
They all agreed.
“Were there any survivors?” John enquired.
Every Elite including the Arbiter and Rtas turned to face John, as though puzzled by his concern.
“We need to know the extent of the damage, and the possible limits of the alien’s weaponry.” Interrupted Cortana
“Of course; we’ll send the probe in for a closer look.” Offered the Arbiter

They waited for over an hour as the probes telemetry was relayed to the Shadow of Intent.
One of the bridge consoles bleeped, announcing its arrival.
Rtas activated the console and studied the information. Even with his half jaw, the look portrayed by Rtas was obvious, it was shock and surprise.
“The probe has detected around 1.2 million Jiralhanae,” he announced “of the 12.5 billion that once existed.”
“My god.” Remarked Cortana
Cortana was not the only one in shock at the announcement. The room was filled with quiet chatter from the residing bridge crew, all of them voicing their concern.
“Quiet!” barked Rtas
“We need a solution, and we need it fast.” Voiced John
“I agree Spartan.” replied the Arbiter, strolling around the bridge in thought. “I think it is time that we departed for your Home world. Your species has a talent for defeating those more advanced than yourselves. Let us hope that that is the same in this case.”
John nodded.
“What do you think chief?” whispered Cortana on the secure COM channel. “Do you think they’ll be able to come up with a plan back home?”
“I don’t know,” Replied John as he stared at the frozen image of the alien vessel “but I think we could use a few more Spartans right now.”

John sat back in one of the bridge chairs as the Arbiter ordered the ship to Earth. For once in his life he was apprehensive and uncertain of the road ahead.
The Covenant was split in two, and humanity was still rebuilding its shattered empire.
Of all the encounters and experiences in his life, the next forty-eight hours would prove the most important.
John relaxed in the chair before falling into a semi-conscious sleep. He was exhausted, and needed all the sleep he could get. He was unsure as to when he would be able to rest again.
The assault carrier plunged into slip-space, and disappeared.

To be continued…



[Edited on 12.05.2008 2:23 AM PST]

  • 12.02.2008 4:12 AM PDT

Halo:Reach looks awesome

Again good work. Keep em coming

  • 12.02.2008 10:43 AM PDT

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Nice, I can see Dr. Halsey and Master Chief's stories coming to a crossroad here soon.

[Edited on 12.02.2008 2:04 PM PST]

  • 12.02.2008 1:53 PM PDT
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nice cant wait to see how you tie in the doctor and the remaining spartans.

  • 12.03.2008 3:01 AM PDT