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Subject: Halo 3 Epilogue Story (Introduction and Part One)

Thanks, it means a lot to hear that.

Part 17 coming soon...24th December.

  • 12.18.2008 12:07 AM PDT
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Fortune rides like the sun on high
with the fox that makes the ravens fly.
Luck his soul, the lightning his eye,
He snatches the moons from out of the sky


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Nice to see your still working on your story, keep it coming :)

  • 12.18.2008 8:03 AM PDT

Posted by: Dropship dude
No, acnboy. Spartain Ken 15 is a lesser being. Much like the bacteria that lives in your shi­t.
Posted by: mike120593
My shi­t bacteria takes offense to that comparison.

Don't make me lel. You won't like me when I lel.

er.. its the 24th nao. i can has part 17 nao?

  • 12.23.2008 7:04 PM PDT

In Soviet Russia you pilot many flying vehicles while Nikolai embarks on crazy journey of revenge filled with movie references....

yeah

Posted by: WelshSpartan
Nice to see your still working on your story, keep it coming :)

  • 12.23.2008 7:34 PM PDT

Posted by: random no337
er.. its the 24th nao. i can has part 17 nao?
Dude the time you posted that was 7:04 PM on the 23rd what gives?

  • 12.24.2008 12:52 AM PDT

24th were is 17?!?!?!?!?!?1111??/!

  • 12.24.2008 6:09 AM PDT

Die covenent DIE!!!

Hey man its the 24th! Where is part 17?

Merry X-mas to you all anyway!

  • 12.24.2008 8:13 AM PDT

-eddy!
huh! What? It was the other guy, honest! ;)
'it was a sniper!' looks down at my sniper
uhh yeah? hes got one too. XD

[quote]Posted by: alexboi111
Hey man its the 24th! Where is part 17?

agreed

merry christmass everyone

  • 12.24.2008 9:35 AM PDT

In Soviet Russia you pilot many flying vehicles while Nikolai embarks on crazy journey of revenge filled with movie references....

Merry Christmas!

  • 12.24.2008 12:25 PM PDT

My apologies everyone. I know that you have all been very patient, and have waited for the next installment, but unfortunately things got quite mad here so I'm afraid to say that I haven't finished the next part yet.
However i will post the next part before the New Year, with maybe with some more extras that i was going to leave till a little later.

Again I must apologise for the lack of a next part, but it will come, I promise.

Thanks for your neverending vigil.

  • 12.24.2008 1:09 PM PDT

Posted by: MaxRealflugel
My apologies everyone. I know that you have all been very patient, and have waited for the next installment, but unfortunately things got quite mad here so I'm afraid to say that I haven't finished the next part yet.
However i will post the next part before the New Year, with maybe with some more extras that i was going to leave till a little later.

Again I must apologise for the lack of a next part, but it will come, I promise.

Thanks for your neverending vigil.


Grrrrrr...Its ok I guess

  • 12.24.2008 1:11 PM PDT

Posted by: Dropship dude
No, acnboy. Spartain Ken 15 is a lesser being. Much like the bacteria that lives in your shi­t.
Posted by: mike120593
My shi­t bacteria takes offense to that comparison.

Don't make me lel. You won't like me when I lel.

Posted by: MaxRealflugel
My apologies everyone. I know that you have all been very patient, and have waited for the next installment, but unfortunately things got quite mad here so I'm afraid to say that I haven't finished the next part yet.
However i will post the next part before the New Year, with maybe with some more extras that i was going to leave till a little later.

Again I must apologise for the lack of a next part, but it will come, I promise.

thanks for your neverending vigil.
:-(

  • 12.24.2008 1:24 PM PDT

Posted by: Dropship dude
No, acnboy. Spartain Ken 15 is a lesser being. Much like the bacteria that lives in your shi­t.
Posted by: mike120593
My shi­t bacteria takes offense to that comparison.

Don't make me lel. You won't like me when I lel.

Posted by: Dr indiana
Posted by: random no337
er.. its the 24th nao. i can has part 17 nao?
Dude the time you posted that was 7:04 PM on the 23rd what gives?
yeh sry i dont live in the US im in australia nad we're 16 hours ahead of you, i forgot that. I fail.

o yeh and merry christmas everyone it is in fact 7:30 AM on the 25th now! Woooooo!

[Edited on 12.24.2008 1:27 PM PST]

  • 12.24.2008 1:26 PM PDT

I love it...

  • 12.26.2008 10:47 PM PDT
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sigh, o well, every thing is out late.*coughe* deus ex machina* cough*

  • 12.27.2008 1:26 AM PDT

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aaaa nice i just found out this just yesterday and just finished what u have write...

[Edited on 12.27.2008 9:52 AM PST]

  • 12.27.2008 9:52 AM PDT

Posted by: Dropship dude
No, acnboy. Spartain Ken 15 is a lesser being. Much like the bacteria that lives in your shi­t.
Posted by: mike120593
My shi­t bacteria takes offense to that comparison.

Don't make me lel. You won't like me when I lel.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAA
HURRYZ UP!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAA

  • 12.27.2008 3:20 PM PDT

A storm is coming...

  • 12.28.2008 4:17 AM PDT
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Posted by: MaxRealflugel
A storm is coming...


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  • 12.28.2008 1:40 PM PDT

You are 4 days behind...
Don't let us down...

I LOVE THE STORY AND MUST HAVE MORE!

  • 12.28.2008 10:47 PM PDT

I am getting very excited for the next part. If this next part is just half as good as the rest have been i will still be very happy.

  • 12.29.2008 4:50 PM PDT

Posted by: Dropship dude
No, acnboy. Spartain Ken 15 is a lesser being. Much like the bacteria that lives in your shi­t.
Posted by: mike120593
My shi­t bacteria takes offense to that comparison.

Don't make me lel. You won't like me when I lel.

C'mon max.. its 2009 now!

  • 01.01.2009 2:35 AM PDT

We went to Dusseldorf last night for the New Year, so obviously i never got round to writing the last page, but that is what I'm doing right now. So it'll be up today.

  • 01.01.2009 7:21 AM PDT

Part 17

March 29th 2553, Cairo defence platform, orbiting Earth

Lord Hood calmly strolled along the observation deck, checking the repaired sections as he went. The Covenant Elite repair teams had done an excellent job with the limited resources that they had available. Even the corps of engineers had displayed an interest in their methods.
With the War now over mankind was finally able to start rebuilding.
The Arbiter had left a small fleet to maintain security, and to help with the rebuilding process. They had even managed to repair the majority of the UNSC fleet that had been crippled in the initial invasion.

Hood reached the main command cell of the station, which was still a mess.
The main desk, which had previously been covered in thermal reconnaissance images and satellite photography, was now a broken pile crumpled metal, and the rest of the room was no better.
Despite his own discomfort with his current abode, the welfare of humanity and the operational effectiveness of the fleet were far more important. He had insisted that the Elites concentrate on those areas instead of the small insignificant areas of detail.
The one thing that he was more than grateful for was a new addition to the stations defences. In this case Covenant shielding.
The Elites had gone out of their way to try and make up for the damage and destruction they had caused in the war, but more surprisingly was the news of terraforming and repair work on Reach. The Elites were doing their best to bring the planet back to its former glory, and to make it habitable again.
“If only the chief was here to see it.” Hood thought to himself.
He sat down in one of the few available chairs, and stared at the main view screen as two of the newly repaired ships glided passed the station.
Despite the addition of shielding on the station, the Elites had refused to add any form of plasma based weaponry; one excuse was that the MAC guns were more than enough firepower. And in a way he had to agree.
The Covenant had initially gained respect for only two things in the UNSC arsenal – MAC guns and Spartans. Both were deadly and had resulted in the deaths of thousands of Covenant personnel and equipment.
The other excuse had been that mankind was not ready for that kind of technology, and that members of the Covenant were the only races that were privy to that kind of technology.
“Sir,” announced one of the operations officers “the lunar refuelling depot and the 3rd fleet both report ready. The northern hemisphere defence grid should be online in just over six hours, and the surface recovery teams have gained access to the artefact.”
“Good, keep me posted commander.”
“Aye sir.”
The Elites had been extremely accommodating with regards to the artefact. Hood had expected them to demand a share in the spoils of exploration and the Forerunner technology that was hidden within. Instead though, they had steered clear of the entire structure, simply leaving humanity to it.
To Hood, the news of gaining access to the structure had come too late. He felt that if they had discovered something like this when the war first started, then millions of lives would have been saved.
He shook his head, clearing his mind. A lot had happened and there was no room for thoughts of turning back the clock and repairing the damage.
Hood picked up a small red file from the desk in front of him. Contained within was the debriefing report from the Arbiter after his return to Earth without the chief. Technicians had managed to recover a lot of the log and navigation telemetry, but the previous location of the now destroyed Ark was beyond the outer rim of not just this galaxy, but a more distant barred spiral galaxy, in this case NGC 1300.
NGC 1300 was a distant galaxy located over 61 million light years away, in the Eridanus cluster.
If the chief was still alive, which seemed incredibly unlikely, he was beyond the reach of any Covenant or UNSC vessel.
Hood thumbed through the rest of the document, stopping at the image of the chief and Cortana. The photograph had been recovered from the security log on the station itself, during the initial invasion of earth.
The image portrayed a determined and resilient soldier, along with the ingenious Cortana and the late Sergeant Major Johnson.
Hood closed the folder and tossed it onto the table with a heavy sigh.
He looked around at the other officers in the command cell; all of them were busy with their work.
After another quick glance at the photographs of the master chief, Hood rose up from his brown cracked leather chair and proceeded to walk around the cramped command cell.
During the war with the Covenant, Hood had been an extremely busy individual.
He was constantly charged with the responsibilities of a more senior rank, but this was war and things needed to be done. If he wasn’t out with the fleet he was busy planning for the next stage of an assault, or an attempt to take back what was previously human controlled space.
But the war was now over, and though he was pleased with saving of life, and the end to the destruction and carnage, he had to admit that he was now...bored.
His days were now filled with inspections of newly repaired facilities and ships, and an endless stream of situation reports all of them filled with the rambling words of over enthusiastic ONI commanders.
The paperwork was relentless.
“Commander Richards, If you need me I’ll be in my quarters, trying to fix my bed again.”
“Aye sir. If you want I can get an engineer up to help you.” Offered Richards
Hood turned, mid stride, “I think the engineers have more pressing matters commander, but thanks for the gesture.”

  • 01.01.2009 9:14 AM PDT

Hood managed to walk another twenty feet from the doors of the command cell before the onboard COM channel crackled into life, it was Richards. “Sir I apologize for the intrusion, but there is something here that you need to see.”
“Don’t tell me, another ONI director wants me to spare him a ship and he’s offering to show me the intel.” Replied Hood with some irritation
“No sir, there’s a slipspace rupture forming about twelve thousand kilometres off to starboard, it appears there is a Covenant vessel coming through.”
“I take it this is an unscheduled arrival commander?” bellowed Hood
“Yes sir, sensors indicate that it’s the Arbiters flagship, but there are traces of recent weapons fire.”
Hood’s quick walk turned into a full on sprint, and he charged into the command cell with a new found sense of urgency. Finally he had something worthwhile to see to, instead of a pile of papers to be signed.

On the main display of the command cell were the familiar scene of a slispace opening, and the now visible prow of the Arbiters flagship.
“I thought the Arbiter wasn’t expected back here for another four months?” questioned Hood.
Suddenly a disturbing thought occurred to him. What if the Brutes had gained an upper hand in the civil war? What if this vessel was not under the Arbiters control, but a group of specialised Brute commandos on a suicidal mission to Earth? He couldn’t be sure, but he wasn’t taking any chances.
“Damn! All hands, battle stations, possible incoming threat! He bellowed. “Commander activate shields and bring the weapons online!”
“Aye sir, shields up, weapons powering to maximum. Archer pods ready.”
Hood stared at the image as the ship appeared in full before him. There was no visible damage, but the Covenant had always been more proficient at repairs than the UNSC.
“Sir there are several Elite vessels demanding a reason for our current alert status. What should I tell them?” asked Richards
“Inform them that it’s protocol when there’s an unscheduled arrival and that we’ll - ...”
Hood was cut off before he could finish his sentence by a familiar voice
“Lord Hood this is the Arbiter,”
“Welcome back Arbiter. I’m pleased to see you again, but we were not expecting you for another four months.” Probed Hood
“I realise that my return is a little unexpected, but it is not without a valid reason. I bring an old friend. One that I am sure you have not forgotten.” He replied with a smile.
Hood looked on as the image of the Arbiter on the viewscreen was replaced by an armoured figure, and a small but bright orb of precision and ingenuity: it was the master chief and Cortana.

Hood took a step back and gasped, whilst most of the staff in the command cell erupted into a roar of cheer and laughter. They were clearly elated by the relieving sight, but Hood knew that he shouldn’t be seeing either of them.
“Chief, Cortana,” nodded hood in respect “It’s good to see you both again”
“Likewise sir. It’s good to be back.” Replied John
Hood suddenly remembered his duties and where he was, “Commander lower the shields and stand down. Feel free to dock at pylon alpha.”
Hood sprinted as fast as his legs would allow him to the docking port on the northern section of the station.
In a period following the most destructive war in mankind’s history, they needed something positive to show Humanity that all would be well. The return of the greatest hero in of all time was certainly that sign.

By the time Hood reached the docking port there was already a guard of honour assembled there. Each of the dressed marines were wearing more than just their elaborately decorated uniform, they were also wearing a collection of planet sized smiles.
Hood caught himself smiling in one of the many monitors that littered the deck. He was tempted to jump into the air, cheers loudly enough that they would hear him back on Earth and then head up to the officer’s mess with the Arbiter, Cortana and the chief and get drunk beyond all belief. But much to his own dismay he was expected to exhibit a more commanding and responsible figure.
Hood cleared his throat, straightened his jacket and marched sharply over the honour guard.
The residing sergeant saluted him before turning the rest of the marines with the order to present arms. They responded in a typical manner of professionalism.
The watch officer suddenly appeared from around the corner, still fixing his ceremonial sword.
“Hurry it up Lieutenant. The last thing that our guest needs is wait a little longer.”
The Lieutenant quickened his step and filed in front of the honour guard, “Sorry sir, I had to come via deck twelve; the gravity plating is down again.”
Hood was about to reply with a more aggressive remark than usual, but the opening of the airlock doors changed his mind.
The honour guard snapped back to attention and presented arms a second time, but this time it was for the Arbiter and his guests.
Hood held out his hand, “Welcome back master chief, I owe you a debt of gratitude that cannot possible repay, but I’ll do my upmost to try.”
“Thank you sir.” Replied John as he shook Hoods hand.
Cortana jumped to the nearest holo-plinth, drowning the honour guard in a sea of blue light.
“Sir I know that a lot of people will be pleased to see us both, but we have more urgent matters to attend to.”

Earth date: March 29th 2553, location unknown

“Master, the Reclaimer has reached the target. It appears we will be able to destroy both him and the species he protects.”
“Good, send twelve ships to the planet and destroy everything in sight. If the Forerunners have returned then we will make sure that there is nothing for them to return to.”

To be continued...

  • 01.01.2009 9:14 AM PDT