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Subject: The Sangheili Chronicles------- Book II, Chapter 17 (UPDATED 3/14/09)

"Oh, death was never enemy of ours!
We laughed, knowing that better men would come,
And greater wars: when each proud fighter brags
He wars on death, for lives: not men, for flags"

"The Next War"
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can't wait for the next chapter

  • 05.24.2009 11:10 AM PDT
Subject: Halo: Heretic or Hero?----------------- (Chapter 9)

Yeah truth has always been a dick, i mean first in halo 2 in the first cutscene where he condemmes the arbiter, and then in halo 3 where he trys to kill MC and arby... now that i look at it he really has an issue with ol' arby for some reason.

  • 05.27.2009 4:45 PM PDT
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Yeah truth has always been a dick, i mean first in halo 2 in the first cutscene where he condemmes the arbiter, and then in halo 3 where he trys to kill MC and arby... now that i look at it he really has an issue with ol' arby for some reason.


it's probably because he knows the arbiter is right, deep down inside he knows *shifty eys*

  • 05.29.2009 3:54 AM PDT

Halo: Heretic or Hero---An Elite's Story
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Forged in the Flames of Passion, go forth and represent!

Aha! You guys thought I was dead, didn't you? Anyhoo, a Character Portrayal will be up soon, and soon thereafter the next chapter. Sorry for the wait.

  • 05.30.2009 12:48 PM PDT

"Oh, death was never enemy of ours!
We laughed, knowing that better men would come,
And greater wars: when each proud fighter brags
He wars on death, for lives: not men, for flags"

"The Next War"
http://www.blackwaterops.net/forums/index.php?referrerid=795

its coz truth nd tartarus caused the covie-human war on harvest when he becam leadr of the covenant, and he knew that humans were reclaimrs
(contact harvest)
Posted by: BluudGopher
Yeah truth has always been a dick, i mean first in halo 2 in the first cutscene where he condemmes the arbiter, and then in halo 3 where he trys to kill MC and arby... now that i look at it he really has an issue with ol' arby for some reason.

  • 05.31.2009 9:17 AM PDT

Halo: Heretic or Hero---An Elite's Story
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Character Portrayal

Review of: Sergeant Major William A. Anderson

"You were a coward; a liar. Now it's time for you to make a choice: are you a heretic, or a hero?"

-Anderson to Sol on defeating Kovalee

Among all of the party that had joined Sol on his relentless quest to seek the fall of the Covenant, the first to offer his hand was the bold, hilarious, yet somehow mysterious Sergeant of the UNSC. William Anderson had seen battle through years past; he had a particular talent for annihilating enemy forces on the frontline, and will, for the most part, come out of the battle unscathed. He'd fought valiantly to keep back Covenant forces on countless occasions.

On one occasion, though, the war-bred Sergeant should have met his end. Amidst snowy ruins on the banks of Delta Halo, Anderson met the greatest enemy he had ever faced: Zens Kovalee, the war-captain that would make any man tremble in fear, and he left no survivors.

If not for the strange acts of Sol, who warned Anderson as the Kovalee drew up from behind, the Sergeant would have been slaughtered.

It is in this one example of fool's luck that two worlds, each fighting for the same purpose, collided. Anderson found the treacherous Sangheili, Sol, half buried in the snow. It is unclear what Anderson saw in him; what compelled him to save this pathetic Elite, who would probably have shot him down if he'd been given the opportunity? What was so different about Sol than the rest of his killing-kind?

Nevertheless, Anderson acted as the mentor and Sol as the pupil, and the two created such an alliance and even friendship that none before them had mustered.

"This is Sol, the Elite that saved my life. If any of you have a problem with that, you can come talk to me!"

-Anderson to his men, upon reaching the BeeHive

After the fierce duel between Sol and Kovalee, the party of Sol, Anderson, and the young Jason J. Burns set off in different directions: Sol and Burns were taken into an orbital medical facility, Anderson was sent back to his home on the frontlines of Earth (this time in command of an ODST squadron).

In time, the company, who were destined to fight side by side, were reunited, this time adding the three ODST's of Anderson's squadron to the pack. Through harsh battles they fought, and triumphed with the Sergeant's stout sense for combat on their side.

Still, though, Anderson showed concern for his fellow Elite ally. There was, indeed, something in Sol that Anderson could see, though it was plain that no others could recognize it.

"Your father would have been proud of you."

"How did you know my father was dead?"


-Anderson and Sol at their encampment in the mountains

Still, even as this war slowly draws to the climax that would have the fates of all living things tied together, William A. Anderson will come to the aid of his ally; of his friend.

  • 06.02.2009 5:05 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.

Wow nice.

  • 06.04.2009 4:27 AM PDT

"Oh, death was never enemy of ours!
We laughed, knowing that better men would come,
And greater wars: when each proud fighter brags
He wars on death, for lives: not men, for flags"

"The Next War"
http://www.blackwaterops.net/forums/index.php?referrerid=795

where is everybody?

  • 06.21.2009 1:40 PM PDT
Subject: The Sangheili Chronicles------- Book II, Chapter 19 (UPDATED 5/2/09)

I'm here and waiting for the next part.

Speaking of finishing parts, I need to get Part 20 of Insurrection done.

[Edited on 06.21.2009 1:52 PM PDT]

  • 06.21.2009 1:52 PM PDT

By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe.

I reminded Murph on XBL about this, please remain calm. Services will resume.

  • 06.21.2009 2:18 PM PDT

Halo: Heretic or Hero---An Elite's Story
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Chapter Twenty

The Guardian and the Warlord

"I understand now!" cried Sikanoy blissfully, hands zealously flying across the panel. Still the simmering plasma within the hour-glass shaped weapon glowed purple against the dark walls, and after what seemed like days of analyzing each and every piece of the strange machine he had come to his conclusion.

Cholahee whipped around. "Then shut it down; destroy it; anything!"

"I think if I can just...curses! I'll have to rewire the system and work backwards to get it to shut down," Sikanoy groaned. "I'll need some time to work this out."

It was then that they heard Brute voices and heavy footsteps from around the corner.

"Why is it that we are always sent to solve the situation when something goes wrong?" a young, arrogant voice asked.

"No transmissions have gotten through," another replied. "You can never tell what's going to happen on this blasted planet. There may have been a breach."

"Down here? With all of us on patrol? That's foolish. No one would be stupid enough to engage us in our own underground enclave."

Cholahee and Sikanoy exchanged uneasy glances. The footsteps grew closer, rounding the narrow corner and entering through the main entrance.

"How much time do you need?" Cholahee asked, his hand already fingering the handle of his Energy Sword.

"As much as you can give me," Sikanoy said grimly.

Cholahee chuckled. "You should have more than enough then." With that he activated his blade as four Brutes came into sight before him, and launched forward, leaving the fate of their friends in Sikanoy's hands.

************************************************************* ************************

The sun had just about withered beneath the horizon. Although a cool breeze bristled by his face, Reth was sweating. Sweating harder than he ever had. His opponent stood only eight or so feet in front of him. It was as if he'd knocked on the doors of hell.

Anderson drew up beside him, resting a hand on the old Elite's shoulder. "Are you sure about this?"

"If I don't put a stop to his madness, I fear no one ever will," he whispered coldly. His eyes slowly averted from the awaiting Chieftain to the unconscious body beside him. Sol's face seemed almost happier when he was asleep; the chains that bound him to his misery--to the mysteries of his life that taunted him while his eyes were open-- were broken. He was free when he was not living. "Promise me" Stammered Reth. "Promise me that you'll save him if I fail. Promise me that you'll get him to safety."

Anderson sighed and nodded solemnly. "You have my word."

Reth nodded his approval and took a step forward. "I have played my part in this part of our tale, my human friends. Little chance is there that we shall meet again before the end. I give you my blessings."

Burns and Anderson looked downward, but nodded anyway as their guide approached Janerus.

"Ha!" shouted the Brute. "You are all weaker than I had suspected. Relying on naught but spirit and clinging to friendship as if it would save you in the end. Where is your ferocity? Where is the flame in your heart that would strike horror through any opponent?"

"I use my blade for that," Reth said darkly, pointing the tip of his energy stave. "And I've had enough of your foul wit. Let us decide which of us-- the guardian or the warlord --will emerge the victor."

Without hesitation the Elite shot to the left, then pivoted right again, sweeping low with his double-sided stave. Janerus blocked the attack with the butt end of his hammer, but before he could answer Reth lowered his shoulder and blazed into the Brute's side, knocking him off balance. He stabbed furiously at Janerus, but, to the Sangheili warriors amazement, Janerus whipped his hand out and caught the shaft of his weapon, dropping his own hammer to the ground. Reth tried to yank it back, but his opponent was too strong. Roaring, the Brute thrust his knee into his chest, but Reth clung on to his only weapon despite the breath that seemed so scarce in him.

Janerus wound up for a punch, but Reth acted quickly; he swung underneath the stave that the two of them tugged at, then, still clinging on to it by his fingers, shot his feet forward. Janerus cried out and slipped backwards, but as he fell, with one last gasp of strength, he whipped the stave behind him, and the Elite that had hung on to the other side now unwillingly darted through the air at great speed. He smashed through the windows of a hotel and disappeared.

"We have to help him!" shouted Burns, dashing forward.

"No!" Anderson demanded, catching him by the wrist. "Let him fight this one out, Burns. It's not our place to interfere."

Burns looked at him, disgusted. "You're just going to let him die? Is that it?"

Anderson started to argue, then sighed. "I don't want to lose him anymore than you do, you can count on that. But this is personal between the two of them. An Elite without honor is worthless to himself."

He slowly let go of Burns and looked over at Sol. "We'd be smart to get him out of here right now. C'mon, we'll get him to shelter somewhere and call for evac later."

He started to walk forward, but he bumped into something --it was like an invisible wall-- but Anderson knew better. He discharged a round from his Shotgun, but it soared through the air, never meeting its target.

"Burns, get back to back!" he shouted, his eyes frantically darting left and right. It was here somewhere. He could hear its footsteps, slow and soft but echoing in the emptiness of the street.

"Over there!" shouted Burns, letting four loud shots of his Battle Rifle crack into the sidewalk. He was fast. Faster than Anderson had suspected.

"What's the matter, iron ass?" taunted Anderson. "Not man enough to stop playing hide and seek?"

With lightning quickness an invisible arm snatched the barrel of his Shotgun and yanked it upward. The gun bent easily and dropped to the ground.

Slowly, the figure of Kovalee started to pour in again until he was fully visible. Anderson and Burns took a few steps back.

"Orders?" Burns whispered in his Sergeant's ear.



[Edited on 06.22.2009 5:48 AM PDT]

  • 06.22.2009 5:45 AM PDT

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"Don't waste your ammo," Anderson told him, keeping his eyes on Kovalee. It was two on one, and Kovalee had lost his Energy Sword somewhere along the skirmish he'd had with Sol, but he could easily match the strength of six humans. If they fought, they would lose. Survival would only come through cowardice. They had to run.

But what would happen to Sol?

************************************************************* *****************

Cholahee plunged his sword into the last Brute of the pack that he'd dispatched. The slain bodies lay scattered about the dark room, each of them with slash or stab wounds marking them. He had a dark feeling, though, that more would soon be on their way.

"Right on time," Sikanoy mused from the computer panel. "I've got it! Now all I should have to do is..."

"I DON'T CARE!" Cholahee roared. "Stop talking! Just do it!"

Sikanoy entered something into the panel and backed away, his face dripping with perspiration. If this didn't work

The plasma that had been pumping through the tubes stopped and slowly slid back into its original pool. They'd been seconds away from a massive explosion on the surface. Sikanoy fell backward onto the ground, relieved.

"Do you think we'd be cheating our duties by resting for a few minutes?" panted Sikanoy.

"Probably," replied Cholahee, and fell to the ground beside Sikanoy, fast asleep.

End Transmission

  • 06.22.2009 5:46 AM PDT

By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe.

Short but sweet, nicely written. I see a battle of epic proportions is for the taking!

  • 06.22.2009 10:00 AM PDT

"Oh, death was never enemy of ours!
We laughed, knowing that better men would come,
And greater wars: when each proud fighter brags
He wars on death, for lives: not men, for flags"

"The Next War"
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yay!!! that was great

  • 06.23.2009 5:11 PM PDT
Subject: Halo: Heretic or Hero?-----------------
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  • 06.24.2009 2:05 PM PDT