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Subject: Halo: Heretic or Hero?----------------- (Finale, Part 1)

I miss Halo. Maybe Halo 4 will change that.

Edit: Lol nope


"What the hell are you doing?" asked Anderson after repeatedly firing a Shotgun wildly from long range.

"Taking cover,"

"From what? Is he gonna shoot us with the sword or something? Get up,"

Only moments after he finished, four red plasma bursts hit the Warthog, sliding away from Burns, leaving him in the open.

Anderson looked up at four Phantoms, Brutes already piling down the Gravity Lift.

"Changed my mind. Go find us a nice big rock, Burns,"

"Yes sir,"



That was amazing, I just read it all!
An amazin Fan Fic if you ask me, and your writing skillz are incredible.
Also, the part i put in above made me ROFLMAO.

  • 08.20.2008 8:11 PM PDT
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Wow dude if you dont get Recon for this, I'm gonna cry and send a complaint email to bungie everyday. That story was awesome. Can't wait for the next one.

uhm..

  • 08.28.2008 12:03 PM PDT

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ATTENTION




I'm gonna be tweaking my writing a bit over the next few days. It just seemed to me like I rushed this all way too much. Notice how my writing was much more discriptive toward the end?


Anyway, Its been pretty quiet lately around this thread. If anyone has any thoughts or suggestions, I'm up for that. Also, in FanFicFactor, I have written a few preview messages in the Forums for the sequel (yes, a sequel is confirmed.) They are just mysterious notes hinting reference to the upcoming story (which is still unnamed, by the way! Could you guys help me with that?)


Fan art is appreciated.


And finally, the name of the series is not 'Heretic or Hero'. That is the name of the first installment. The new official name for the series is simple. The Sangheili Chronicles




Hope to hear from you guys soon, I've missed ya in the last two weeks!


P.S I'm not sure when the sequel will be out. I'm having some problems with coordinating the storyline.



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  • 08.28.2008 1:56 PM PDT

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That...probably means that Laserking has either an insanely accurate logical method of deriving people's reactions to things, or he possesses pre-cognition. Either way:LASERKING for Mods!

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Can't wait to read this one.

  • 09.02.2008 5:37 AM PDT
Subject: Halo: Heretic or Hero?----------------- An elite story----- CONCLUS...

Halo: Heretic or Hero---An Elite's Story
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*Warning. If you haven't yet finished reading Heretic or Hero, I would advise that you don't read bellow, as it may hint away the end of the previous novel*




Preview


Narrowly escaping fate, UNSC Private Solonee, (or Sol, for short) continues his lifelong hopes of ending the seemingly endless bloodshed.

Only three weeks after his victory against the lunatic Elite, Zens Kovalee, who tried to take Sol's life as well as everyone elses, Sol is stationed at a Human outpost established to be a last line of defense to Crows Nest, along with his companions, Sergeant William Anderson, undoubtably the closest thing he's ever had to a friend, Private Jason Burns, the two SpecOps Elite partners, Cholahee and Sikanoy, as well as new allies he meets along the way. But when someone's tongue slips, Sol wonders if they've been traitors all along.


Upon an unexpected attack, Sol meets figures from his dark past, ones that had aided in the execution of his mysterious father. Constanly going into stages where he can only think of pain and suffering... the things he's been put through. On top of all of that, Sol comes face to face with the creatures of his nightmares: The Flood.

Can Sol withstand the battle of Voi, his horrifying past, and his encounter with the Flood, one that will surely change his life forever?


And so begins Sangheili Chronicles Book II: Through My Eyes.



[Edited on 12.06.2008 6:28 PM PST]

  • 09.19.2008 5:55 PM PDT

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Prologue

Memories

Covenant Holy City, High Charity
Eight Years Ago[/b]

I felt the cold metal crunch against my nose, shattering it. The Brute threw me onto the floor, kicking me twice in the ribs. I gasped for breath, but only found the reluctant scent of Jiralhanae. The Brute’s name was Janerus, a name I would never forget. He stood at least two feet taller than me, dressed in only his hide and a belt slung across his chest. His eyes were equally unforgettable, gold and beadlike, but capable of cutting through flesh and bone with one, quick glance. He had stripped me of my battle armor, leaving me vulnerable to his twisted tortures.

Only this time, there was an audience.


Yells aroused around me, coming from voices of all different species. I forced myself to peel my eyes open. I glanced up to have five hundred eyes connect with mine. I was in the auditorium, but not watching. I was the main event.


Janerus must have noticed my frightened appearance, because he struck harder than usual this time, delivering a punch directly into my jaw. I felt numbness, then a burst of pain. My legs and arms had already lost feeling after the hundreds of kicks they had sustained. Blood trickled down from everywhere, painting the steel floor.


“That will be enough, Janerus,” I heard a faint voice call out. I immediately recognized it as the voice of one of the Hierarchs, the Prophet of Truth, the leader of the madness. He waved a hand at my attacker, who shot one last look at me before joining his uncle, Tartarus, on the side.


“Do you know why you are here?” Truth asked. I still couldn’t get over how many people were looking at me. How ridiculous, I must have looked ridiculous, laying naked and massacred, ignoring the creature that could easily end my life. I shot a quick look up at him: he wore his usual red robe stretching down to his toes, a gold crown, and sat in his gravity throne, toying with his fingernails, looking at me all the while. I winced. The animal that I had once thought of as a hero was ugly, the most reluctant thing I had ever looked at.


“Well?” he pressed, sounding perfectly patient. I could hear Janerus’s footsteps approaching me every second I ignored the Prophet. I looked at the ground, avoiding eye contact with the Hierarchs.


Janerus approached me, drew his Plasma Rifle from his belt, using the head of it to whip me in the back. I winced in pain, but it was not over. He fired two shots out of the rifle, both connecting with my bear right arm. I screeched in pain. The crowd gasped, but did not object. Not even my own race would save me.


I screamed again as the plasma sank into my shoulder, leaving the biggest puddle of blood I had ever witnessed below me. I clutched my shoulder and wept.


“Very well. If you will not answer, we can send you back into the torture chamber. I’m sure Janerus would enjoy your company...”


“No!” I screamed, sobbing hard now. Why did everything always happen to me? I objected to joining the Covenant in the beginning! Truth, as well as everyone else in the Covenant, were monsters. Why couldn’t they see what I saw? The war only shed innocent blood, and the Prophet of Truth was not one that the gods spoke through, rather than the devil himself!


“Then I shall tell you why you are here. You are here because your father has hopelessly betrayed our Covenant, stained our society. His foolishness has brought this upon you. As you must know, he was a member of our Honor Guard, a position that must be replaced. He was the shield of the Prophet’s, specifically Regret. You are Solonee’s only living offspring, are you not?”


I choked back my tears. “Yes. He… he was my… my father,” I croaked, remembering how my father would comfort me in hard times, giving me the strength to pull me through it. Who would help me now?


“Then it must be done,” Truth nodded to the other Hierarchs, Mercy and Regret. “Your father has left disgrace behind, and you must take full responsibility for it. You have been sentenced to replace your father in the Honor Guard of the Covenant.”


Objections fired like guns from the crowd.

“He’s just a boy! He cannot take such a position of honor!” an Elite yelled.

“This is an outrage!”

Truth waved to Janerus again, who grabbed me by the arms and dragged me out of the room. I had brought nothing into the room, and brought less than nothing out.

End Transmission




[Edited on 12.06.2008 6:47 PM PST]

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Incredible Prologue, very well written.

I'm glad to see this story continuing from the first series.

  • 09.19.2008 6:47 PM PDT

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Posted by: Kasith
Incredible Prologue, very well written.

I'm glad to see this story continuing from the first series.




Kinda clears up the whole Cowardly Honor Guard thing right? Many people were confused by how he could be an Honor Guard if he was such a coward.

Thats what the Prologue focuses on.

  • 09.19.2008 6:58 PM PDT

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Finally! I think you meant by belt a bondilier (or however you spell it). When can we expect the first chapter?

  • 09.19.2008 7:04 PM PDT

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Posted by: Constince Donkey
Finally! I think you meant by belt a bondilier (or however you spell it). When can we expect the first chapter?



Well, just as a notice, There won't be a new chapter every day like Heretic or Hero. I honestly think I could have done ten times better on that story. It was really rushed, keeping im mind the stupid 10000 character limit.

I promise to make these chapters much more sophisticated and enjoyable, so that probably means somewhere between two and four days.

  • 09.20.2008 4:59 AM PDT

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That...probably means that Laserking has either an insanely accurate logical method of deriving people's reactions to things, or he possesses pre-cognition. Either way:LASERKING for Mods!

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Well I look forward to these chapters. I hope they come out soon.

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Should be really good murph

keep it up

  • 09.20.2008 10:36 PM PDT
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hi ive just downloaded the legendary map pack and every time i want to play team swat it always says:
' One or more players do not have the maps required to play in this playlist'
why does it say this. it is really starting to annoy me

please tell me what to do !!!!

  • 09.23.2008 8:54 AM PDT

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Chapter 1


Wakey Wakey


I woke up with a gasp, breathing as if I had run fifty leagues. Sweat poured off the side of my face, drowing my bed.

I slowly climbed out of the bed, still clutching my head. The dream had seemed so real, as if I were revisiting old memories. Old memories that were meant to be concealed and forgotten.

I dragged myself over to my closet, dressing myself with my battle armor: it glowed gold with newly upgraded red t-blam!-, as well as the symbol of the United Nations Space Command spread across my chest, blood red. I strapped the helm on and hustled out of the room.

The space station drifted outside the Human's homeworld, Earth. I longed to set foot on their planet, to be welcomed by the race that I once thought of as enemies. It was a feeling that was unmatched.

Today I would be escorted to Earth, stationed at an outpost that served as a defensive ground for the Human base, Crows Nest. I stepped through the automatic door and into the hall.

Things had so drastically changed in the last three weeks. No human looked at me with racism in his eyes as they had done before. I was treated like family, like one of them.

I looked up at the digital clock placed on the metal wall. If I was not mistaken, my Pelican would take off in six minutes.

"We leave here first thing in the morning, whether you're there or not," the pilot had said. "If you're ass isn't here on time, we pull out."

I moved my feet faster now, weaving in and out of other Marines, pushing them aside and jogging out the hall.

"Sorry. Please excuse me."

Now I had broken into a full sprint. Everything seemed to be a blur in front of me. The hangar was ahead of me now. I stopped when I came to a flight of stairs that lead to my destination. I gazed over: the troops were already piling into the Pelican. I looked below me. The jump was at least twenty feet. If I didn't land sofly, I would break both of my ankles. Yes, I had to do it. I had to get on the ship.

I set my feet and bent my knees, preparing for the jump. I sprung upwards, leaping clear of the fence and plummeting down to the metal floor below.

I lifted my ankles high into the air, and landed gracefully on my toes. I ran toward the ship.

"Wait! I'm here!" but it was no use. The Pelican's thrusters had started, and the ship lifted off of the ground. The back was still open, revealing Marines, talking amongst themselves. There was only one chance.

I took a running start and leaped on to the Pelican as if burst out of the hangar, the back door closing and nearly cutting me in half. I sighed as I fell into the ship.

"Hey, watch it man! You almost killed me!" a voice yelled. I then realized I had landed on another soldier. I drew away from him quickly. I laughed out loud when I saw the man's face. He was much more broad shouldered than I had seen him before, but otherwise, was the same perky boy.

"Burns!"


[Edited on 10.17.2008 4:46 PM PDT]

  • 09.23.2008 3:19 PM PDT

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He looked at me for a moment, baffled, then his eyes widened. "Sol!" he laughed, embracing me. I knew the boy to be the happiest creature in existence. Never had I seen him truly unhappy, not even when he was injured.

"How you been man? It's been so long!"

"It's been three weeks."

"Yeah, but you wouldn't believe the crap I've been through. It's really pretty rough down there."

"Are we stationed at the same outpost?"

"Yeah, man. Listen to this, though. The coolest part is that they have a Spartan. And not just any Spartan, mind you. This is the Master Chief Petty Officer 117."

The image of the Demon flashed into my mind. I remembered him laying a punch onto Regret's face. I remembered the feeling I had gotten when I first caught a glimspe of the mysterious gold visor, reflecting on the deaths of my brothers. I wiped the memory from my mind, nodding.

"Will we meet him?"

"Probably not. I haven't even seen the guy yet. I would imagine he's got enough on his hands right now."

I nodded, then looked around the ship.

"Where's Anderson? And Cholahee and Sikanoy?"

Burns nodded. "They're already down there."

"Will they be stationed with us as well?"

"Probably. Anderson’s an Orbital Drop Shock Trooper now, believe it or not. He’s the leader of his squad," Burns laughed. "I can't imagine what its like falling through space in a tiny cramped drop pod. He seems like the one who would do that, though. He's been asking about you, by the way. He wanted to know how you were doing up here."

I laughed. It was so typically Anderson to worry about me while I was safe inside a space station with guns bigger than mountains. He was just like my father, always checking in to see what was happening.

My father.

My dead, disgraced father. I couldn't imagine what life would be like if he was alive. Would he have been proud of me for joining the Humans? Probably. He was proud everything I did. Just another reason why it was so hard without him. I felt a rush of anger and sadness. Why did he have to leave so early in my life, and why did I take the harsh, torturous beatings for it? The image of Janerus entered my mind. The filth. If I ever met him again I would tear his head from his shoulders! And then there were the other Honor Guards that had betrayed him when he needed them most. Monsters!

I calmed myself, strapping myself in to the seat beside Burns and drifted asleep.

< >


They came to our planet.

They came to our planet like nothing was wrong, like they could storm on to our turf and take us away. They deployed Spirit drop ships from the sky. Truth broadcasted his message from the ship, echoing throughout our world.

"As the Great Journey draws closer, we lose infantry faster than ever! That is why we have come, Sangheili. Another loading of younglings is necessary. We shall train them to become warriors of the Covenant. Do not be frightened, young ones. All shall take part in the Great Journey, then we shall have peace."

I stopped dead in my tracks and looked around at my friends. They're eyes filled with horror. We had seen it coming, but not like this. Not so sudden. We stood there, looking at each other. I glanced up at the ship that seemed to tower overhead. Somehow, I knew there was someone, anyone, staring back into my eyes. What was I going to do? I could not hand myself over so easily. I took off toward my home, moving my feet fast across the hot sand.

I burst through the door, screaming.

"Mother! Mother, where are you? They're taking us away! They've come! Mother?" there was no answer. Where else could she possibly be? The door opened behind me. I whipped around. There was my father. His red battle armor was spotless, as well as the orange Honor Guard headress and shoulder spikes. His Energy Stave was slung around his back.

"Come with me," he gestured, putting a hand on my shoulder. I shook him away angrily.

"Father, they've taken her! They've taken mother from us!" I screamed frantically, leaping up and down. He lowered his head and sighed, resting his hand on my shoulder again. Once more, I shook it off.

"The same has been done with most mothers. They have been taken for relationship purposes."

"What does that mean? What does anything mean?"

"It means they can't risk her getting in our way. They want us to focus on religion and religion only. They have disposed of any loved ones that are of no use."

I stared at him, shaking my head in disbelief. His eyes showed the most pathetic sympathy. Did he even care?

"No. No, she's not dead. You're a liar. You're all liars!"

I pushed past him and ran out the door, flinging myself into the sand. My eyes overflowed with tears, and I could feel the sanity slipping away from me. Nothing made sense! You didn't kill a woman because she was a loved one! It was madness!

I grabbed handfuls of sand and threw them down, sobbing uncontrollably. I heard my Father's footsteps swelling into the sand. I stood up.

"I'll leave. I'll run away and never come back."

"Where would you go?"

"Anywhere!" I swung around, my eyes beaming into his He tried to raise a hand to calm me down, but I wouldn't listen. "You're all demons! I hate you! I hate every single one of you, and I don't want to be a part of this! I'll kill the Prophet's, I'll kill them all! I'll slaughter them all, one by one!" I screamed, falling to the sand again. My mother was gone. What was next?

"You cannot run from an empire, my son. They will find you, and they will kill you if you refuse to come carefully."

"I hope they do. I hope they kill me just like they killed her."

"That's a horrible thing to say!"

"I don't care! Let them call me a heretic, I don't care. I'm done. I want to die," the words slipped from my mouth. I looked over at my Father. He was holding back tears, shaking his head and mumbling to himself. There was a short moment of silence, then he spoke.

"If you feel so strongly about this, I shall object to it. It is not right, what is being done today, although it is not right to put your life on the line. I will guided you through these times, my son. Together, we can survive this war."

I broke into tears again, embracing my father. My head rested on his shoulder, the last image of my Mother sticking in my mind.

< >


[Edited on 10.17.2008 4:47 PM PDT]

  • 09.23.2008 3:20 PM PDT

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“Ten minutes to landing, repeat, ten minutes,” the captain’s voice echoed. I nodded, stretching my legs out from underneath me. Two nightmares in a row? What was happening to me?

I turned to Burns. He had been awake the entire time, sitting silent, hands folded in front of him. The standard Burns look.

“How was your sleep?”

I nodded, although I certainly didn’t mean it. Memories that were long put to rest were rising again. It had been only four minutes when the captain made a second announcement

“We’ve got an ODST team down there. They’re calling for EVAC ASAP. Hold on boys, we’re making a short pit stop.”
************************************************************* ****************************************

The spikes sailed over Sanchez’s head, colliding with the wall tree behind him. His Battle Rifle was raised high in the air, ready to attack on sight. Where were they? The damn gorillas were close, he knew it. But how close? The trees seemed to stretch for miles upward, dividing the outside world from the African jungle. A single branch might shield a Brute in all the mayhem.

“This is Sanchez, can anyone hear me? They’re closing in fast!” he screamed into his COM system. His helmet seemed to darken the area around him, making for an even more intense environment. He could hear footsteps now, approaching from god knew where.

Sanchez saw a movement in the bush in front of him. His heart raced. He stared hard into the plant, his gun was half raised, half shaking in his hand. If he missed this shot, he could easily be doomed.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the Brute Major stepping out from behind a tree, Spiker in hand. Sanchez ducked down with a yelp, narrowly avoiding the three, razor-sharp projectiles that sailed by him. Sanchez hustled to his feet, and ran the other direction. The Brute followed.

He dove behind the nearest rock, and waited. The Brute, who was too large to keep up with the quick footed soldier, yelled in anger when he came to the clearing. Sanchez made himself as small as possible behind the rock.

“I’ll find you, scum. I’ll break you in half!”

Sanchez cursed under his light breath. Where would he go? He was in the middle of an African jungle, completely isolated from civilization, with a mad ape chasing him. He looked behind him: there, in the distance, were three more Brutes. A Captain and two minors. They hurried toward him, although they were too far away to notice him, crouching behind the rock. If there was ever a moment to be brave, it was now.

Sanchez peered over the rock. The Brute was facing the opposite direction. Perhaps a hint of luck? Nevertheless, he hurled himself over the rock. Before the Major had time to cry out, his spine was cracked from behind. He sank to his knees, then fell motionless.

He looked behind him to check on the other Brutes. To his horror, they had seen him, and were now drawing their weapons. He screeched into his COM system.

“Somebody! Anybody! I need reinforcements now! Can anyone read me?”

“Loud and clear soldier.”

The voice had not come from his helmet. He turned around. There were Troy and Martin, armed and ready beside him.
“A little earlier would have been nicer.”

“Deal with it,” sneered Troy.

Both carried Assault Rifles, and Troy had a bubble shield on his belt. Sanchez had always liked the general look of the ODST’s: covered from head to toe in anti-plasma leather, with a finishing helmet. But now wasn’t the time to think about fashion. He whipped around again to see a green projectile slip past his left ear. He raised his BR and uttered three bursts. The first and second cracked the battle armor on the first Brute, then was slain with the third. The other Minor gasped, then fixed his glare on Sanchez. He threw down his Spiker and leaped toward him. Sanchez backpedaled away from the crazy Brute, firing everywhere but it’s body.

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The Brute didn’t even flinch. Sanchez took the hardest blow he had ever taken, right in the stomach as the gorilla’s shoulder slammed into him. He soared at least four feet away, then hit the ground hard.

“Bastard.”

Martin and Troy sprayed the Brute down with their Assault Rifles, injecting sixty four bullets into him. Sanchez painfully crawled to his feet, trying his best to suck in air.
The Captain.

They had completely forgotten about the Brute Captain, who had been carrying a Brute Shot. Had he fled? No, not when both his companions were dead.

“Hold your ground, he’s trying to sneak up on us,” Martin bellowed, pacing back and forth. Troy and Sanchez followed him, ready to pounce on a sound so much as a tree swaying. But it was not a tree that they heard. It was five grenades being loaded into a Brute Shot. As if on instinct, Troy whipped the Bubble Shield from his belt, throwing it to the ground. Almost the moment it expanded into a burst of yellow, a grenade struck it. The three ODST’s felt the ground rumble, but they were not injured. Out of the shadows, the Captain walked out, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Very well. I shall deal with you up close,” he turned the gun around so that the bayonet on the other side faced the marines. He burrowed his feet far into the ground and grunted, throwing himself forward.

The ODST’s could only watch in horror; what could they do now? If they ran from their shield, they would be bombarded. If they stayed, they would be cut in half. Martin stepped in front of the two.

“I got this one.”

He leaped through the Bubble Shield and in front of the Brute, splitting and setting his feet just right. If this wasn’t timed perfectly, he would go down in ten pieces. The Brute swung the bayonet wildly as Martin backpedaled, then threw himself on to the Brute, who didn’t notice him snag a Spike Grenade from his belt. The Brute turned around and followed him, only to have the grenade stick to his right arm. He gave one last cry, and then erupted four feet into the air, his body disappearing behind the mask of the trees.

Troy deactivated the Bubble Shield and clipped it back on to his belt. He would need those last few seconds later. Sanchez followed, clutching his stomach after the shoulder had plowed through him.

Troy was the first to speak. “Status?”

“We lost Sarge, Troy. One of them gorillas took ‘em down,” said Martin.
“Pardon?”

The voice was not Troy, nor was it Sanchez. The three soldiers whipped around. Sergeant Major William Anderson approached them. He held three spikes in his hand, each dripping with a small amount of blood. The rest of his squad stared at him in awe. He ripped off his helmet, casting it aside. Anderson liked his men to look him in the eyes.

“But… I saw them kill you! Those spikes… they were in your chest!” yelled Martin, shaking his head. Anderson grabbed his leather collar and pulled it down just a bit. A metal plate body was hidden underneath.

“That’s cheating.”

“That’s war. Barely felt an itch with this baby hooked up.”

Anderson’s COM came to life, coming from the helmet that lay on the ground.
“Delta team, do you read me? Over.”

“Loud and clear. Hey, we called for EVAC hours ago. You guys return your calls these days?”

“Sorry about that, sir, but I think we brought some guys that’ll make up for it.”

“Well, who the hell did you bring?”

The roar of a Pelican sliced overhead. Anderson looked up: the back door was open, revealing the passengers. Sol and Burns stood side by side, watching him. Anderson couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“Just like old times.”

End Transmission



  • 09.23.2008 3:21 PM PDT
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Holy blaming blam

blaming Amazing

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WINSAUCE

  • 09.23.2008 6:41 PM PDT

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Very Nice

  • 09.24.2008 5:37 PM PDT

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Are you going to expand on where Anderson is? He can't be on Earth because of the timeline so I'm wondering where. While the flashbacks and story buildup are nice don't put too much more. One more question: Is he going to go to the Ark? Just from questions and criticism from a loyal reader.

  • 09.24.2008 6:12 PM PDT