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Subject: [Story] Halo 3: Insurrection (Part 29 is now available!) ~ 17/10

I actually can't wait to see how Buggy's thing turns out, screw Wolver
;p

  • 10.17.2009 2:13 PM PDT

Wonderful, now please stop spamming my thread.

  • 10.17.2009 2:17 PM PDT

Ok, I might just sneak a peak of your fan fic now, if only so I can criticise your pathetic attempts at a novel

*reading sniper face*

don't worry, I'll edit this when you change my mind about this fic

*edit* he proved me wrong, it seemed very professional and the instant action appealed to my short attention span

[Edited on 10.17.2009 2:26 PM PDT]

  • 10.17.2009 2:18 PM PDT

Posted by: steadman
Ok, I might just sneak a peak of your fan fic now, if only so I can criticise your pathetic attempts at a novel


Why are you trying to act like Buggy? Grow up.

  • 10.17.2009 2:21 PM PDT

Posted by: Wolverfrog
Posted by: steadman
Ok, I might just sneak a peak of your fan fic now, if only so I can criticise your pathetic attempts at a novel


Why are you trying to act like Buggy? Grow up.

I'm just mucking around, but now I'm annoyed
>:(

I was going to write a machinima around a similar story. But I have to admit, this was epic, probably better than any machinima I'll ever make.

  • 10.17.2009 2:25 PM PDT

Posted by: steadman
Posted by: Wolverfrog
Posted by: steadman
Ok, I might just sneak a peak of your fan fic now, if only so I can criticise your pathetic attempts at a novel


Why are you trying to act like Buggy? Grow up.

I'm just mucking around, but now I'm annoyed
>:(


Well don't muck around in this thread, I don't want it to get locked for spam.

  • 10.17.2009 2:28 PM PDT
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Do not waste your tears, I was not born to watch the world grow dim. Life is not measured in years, but by the deeds of men.

Posted by: goldhawk
We should know better, because we are better.

You trying to further your humans=precursor thread? Or was that just another sci-fi reference?

  • 10.17.2009 4:36 PM PDT

Posted by: Xd00999
You trying to further your humans=precursor thread? Or was that just another sci-fi reference?


*Moves head around in ambiguous circle*

  • 10.17.2009 4:38 PM PDT

.....

You make me feel dirty

  • 10.17.2009 4:51 PM PDT

Posted by: steadman
.....

You make me feel dirty


?

  • 10.17.2009 4:53 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.

Steadman, play nice or shut up.

You have no rights, play nice

  • 10.17.2009 7:58 PM PDT

its k, me and wolver understand each other, and I meant your writing skills make me feel dirty

  • 10.18.2009 4:14 AM PDT

Acta Non Verba

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i'm guessing that the elits humans and brutes will all attack the giant ship!!

  • 10.18.2009 1:47 PM PDT

Longest. Part. Ever. 25000 characters. And it's not even finished yet! Enjoy this, I slaved over it, and went through three cups of tea.

Part Thirty - Standing up to the bully

"That's it lads, give 'em hell!" Eden whooped over the intercom to his fleet as the human ships sliced through the Flood and Elite ones. Captain Graham Daniels scowled, disgusted. It seemed brutal, dishonourable to attack a weaker enemy who hadn't attacked in return.

"Sir; maybe we should leave the Elites. Focus on the Flood I mean." Daniels suggested to the cockney Fleet Admiral, who shook his head.

"No need son, we're doing fine. Stand tall, for today is a great day for humanity!" Eden replied, and Graham had to repress yet another scowl. Son? Eden was but a few years older than he was!

"But Lord Eden sir, don't you think what we're doing is...wrong?" Daniels blurted out before he could stop himself. The room fell silent. Graham was very aware of the marines standing in the room, all corrupt pals of Lord Eden, watching him. Eden turned to look at him.

"Wrong? We're carrying out God's will Captain, it's our fate to rule this Galaxy." the HIGHCOM chairman snapped back, and Graham's eyes widened.

"Our fate? Surely you don't believe in that Manifest Destiny type crap sir?" Daniels protested, and instead of being shouted at, as he had expected, Eden merely smiled and nodded.

"I do. God gave us the power to get through the war, and now he wants us to finish the job, undo the mistake he made." the man lectured, a crazed look in his eye. The common Christian belief these days was that the Covenant and all non-humans were earlier creations of the Lord; mistakes if you will. In other words, bollocks. Daniels shook his head, whipping his pistol out in the blink of an eye and aiming it at Fleet Admiral Eden's head.

The adrenalin rushed leader of the UNSC didn't even notice the cold steel pressed against his cap at first. Not until Daniels dug it in harder. Immediately, Eden spun around, and cried out in surprise when he saw the gun aimed now in his face. The corrupt marines immediately reacted, aiming MA2Bs at Graham. They didn't fire though. Neither did the rebellious Captain.

"Captain...what are you doing?" Eden questioned nervously, his voice breaking a little. Daniels took a deep breath.

"Stopping a madman. Command the fleet to stop firing. Now." the Captain ordered, thrusting his own radio at the Fleet Admiral. Graham didn't want Eden's hand going anywhere near his belt. Eden glared at him, before gingerly accepting the radio. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead, where the gun was pointed.

"You'll regret this." Eden threatened, before bringing the radio to his mouth. "Cease fire! Wait for further orders."

Daniels was breathing heavily, but his hand kept steady somehow. He felt a slight warm sensation on his back, and realised dozens of laser sights were being aimed at him. He wasn't distracted, not even for a second.

"You try anything, I put a bullet between his eyes." the Captain threatened. His back cooled. Eden was smiling now, although it was a nervous smile.

"What now Captain? Now that the fleet has stopped firing, it won't be long before the Flood decides to hit back. You kill me, then you'll get killed, and everything will go as planned. You keep that gun aimed at me, the Flood infects us all. And so, you see, the only logical choice here is to release me, and hope I'll be forgiving." Eden persuaded in a honey laden voice. God it was tempting to do what he said. But Daniels didn't waver, and kept the gun aimed at Eden. At least for now, he'd stopped the slaughter.

"Not gonna work arse­hole." Graham retorted, never taking his eyes of Eden. He could not help wonder what he was going to do. Perhaps the Elites would be able to destroy the Flood and capture the UNSC fleet non-violently.

Suddenly, the huge door to the room burst open, and a man's voice yelped in shock.

"Hey, Eden, what's the big deal? It's great we're not killing the Elites, but the Flood will...ah, hell." the newly arrived Fleet Admiral Harper broke off as he saw the scene before him. Daniels wasn't idiotic enough to turn his head, but he shifted his eyes in the direction of his friend. It was then Eden struck. The Fleet Admiral brought up an arm, knocking Graham's hand holding the gun into the air. It fired, bouncing off the ceiling. Before the Captain could level it back down at Lord Eden, the man kneed him down below. Graham's eyes went wide with pain, and he collapsed to the floor, feeling sick. When he looked up again through his tears, Eden had levelled the gun at him.

"Sanchez! Niles! Tie up this treacherous piece of scum." the UNSC leader ordered, and two corrupt marines grabbed Daniels by the arms, sneers on their faces. They bound his hand and legs behind his back with rope, and threw him on the floor. Graham struggled, and couldn't get up.

"All right Philip, stop right there." Admiral Harper protested, holding up a hand. The group of corrupt soldiers spun around, and a dozen laser sights appeared on his chest. Eden smirked.

"No thanks Will. I'm fine as I am. Tie him up too."

Harper's face fell, and he frowned at the marines approaching him.

"If you dare lay one finger on me, I swear to God you'll be on death row by tomorrow!" Harper promised, and for a moment, the three marines halted. Eden, sat down on his chair once again, waved a lazy hand.

"Overruled."

A few moments later, Harper was tied up and thrown next to Daniels, who offered a weak smile as they both lay on the ground, cheek pressed against the cold floor. The smile wasn't returned.

"Eden! You won't get away with this!" Harper threatened, despite facing in the complete opposite direction of the corrupted Fleet Admiral. Daniels saw Eden walk up behind him.

"Oh, but I will. It would be the simplest thing in the world to make it seem like you were caught in friendly fire. No one would question your deaths. No one will." Eden whispered in Harper's ear as he bent down. Graham felt his mouth go dry -- Eden was going to kill them both!

"As it is," Eden continued, "first I will let you watch humanity's triumph, and you shall die knowing you are traitors."

Graham sighed as a marine grabbed him, and thrust him into a chair before the observation window of the room. Harper was thrown next to him.

"What the hell were you playing at lad?" Harper demanded, with no real anger in his voice, more of a regretful tone really.

"I couldn't just stand by and do nothing. I couldn't let genocide happen when it was within my power to try and stop it." Daniels protested, and there was a great exhalation from Harper.

"Yeah, I know. Well, let's hope God was watching eh? Maybe we'll be bumped up the queue and get straight into heaven."

There was a noise from behind them, as Lord Eden wedged his own chair in between Daniels and Harper. There was a great grin on the corrupt Fleet Admiral's face, and he put his arms mockingly around the shoulders of his two foes, taunting them.

"All right mates, ready to watch the fireworks?" Eden asked jovially, and Harper attempted, to no avail, to shrug Eden off.

"Come on Eden, think for a second. What if we kill the Elites, and the Flood turn out to have even more ships? We'll have pretty much screwed ourselves. We need allies." Graham argued, and the UNSC leader shook his head happily.

"We didn't have allies before the Great War, we certainly don't need them now. Humanity is on a roll, young traitor, and nothing will stop us." Eden replied, smiling. He then brought up the radio Daniels had passed over but minutes before to his mouth.

"Resume fire. Kick their arse."

Graham could only look on helplessly as the UNSC ships began to fire again. The Flood, battered on both sides, had had their numbers reduced drastically. The battle was turning into less of a bid to defeat the Flood, and more of a war between the UNSC and Elites.

"Sir, new contacts slipping in!" an officer called over the intercom of the Fleet, and Daniels looked left to see Eden scowl. Graham contemplated on shouting back, for help, but knew Eden would kill him before he could finish the first word.

"Dammit, more Elites? Or perhaps Commander Kiara finally decided to comply with my order and bring her fleet here. It better be her, or when this is over she's ending up like you Captain." Eden muttered, almost to himself. Graham sighed. Half of him hoped it was more Elites, but he knew deep down that it was most likely, as Eden had thought, Kiara's fleet.

It turned out it was neither. From the great rift in space around 100 miles to the left poured out a strange ship. It looked like the Prophet of Truth's old Dreadnought, although with subtle differences. Graham felt his mouth go dry, and looked sidewise at Eden, whose knuckles had turned white, his face ashen.

"Sir? What do we do?" the officer cried, unsure. Eden snarled.

"Open fire! Destroy it!" the UNSC leader commanded, shouting. There was a feeble 'aye sir' from the officer, and the link cut off.

Many MAC rounds were fired at the Dreadnought, which was heading towards the centre fray. Captain Daniels could see plasma torpedoes from the Elites on the other side of the Flood ships surge forward too. Evidently, they presumed it to be hostile. And this also showed that they'd managed to regroup together.

[Edited on 10.20.2009 3:00 PM PDT]

  • 10.20.2009 2:54 PM PDT

The shots completely missed the ship though, one moment it was there, the next, after a faint shimmer, it was gone. Graham looked at the scene in bemusement. There was nothing to be seen. He held his breath.

A few moments later, there was a loud rumble below the battlefield. Eden seemed to gasp. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the same Dreadnought flew upwards, less than a mile away from the Soul of Ice. Shock-waves glistened, and the human flagship was shaken, before being plunged into complete darkness as the electronic systems were shut off.

"My God..." Eden breathed, staring at the wondrous sight before him. He then frowned, regathering his thoughts, before barking over the still working radio. "Someone hit the emergency generator!"

There was a pause, before a voice echoed over the small hand-held radio.

"It's fried too sir! The Dreadnought's sending a transport, it's heading towards this ship? What do we do?" the panicking officer cried, and Eden scowled.

"Pull yourself together man! Grab a rifle and shoot anything that comes out of that transport. I don't care what it is, shoot it!" the Fleet Admiral commanded, his usually calm complexion replaced by one of anxiety and fear.

"Oh my God, it's right outside the booth! With all due respect Lord Eden, screw you! We're out of here!" the officer cried back. Eden cursed at the man, threatening all sorts of things. The only response was a wave of static, followed by the sound of heavy boots pounding a few moments later. And those weren't the leather boots of an officer, they were something else.

"Well well, what now Phil?" Harper jested, still facing the observation window. The Forerunner Dreadnought had placed itself between the Soul of Ice and the rest of the skirmish. It was gargantuan, easily four times the size of the Soul of Ice..

"Shut up!" Eden screamed back, jumping up. Graham tried to crane his head backwards, but couldn't see over the tall head board of the chair. Eden then gave orders to the corrupt marines. "Form a defensive barrier, in front of me! Shoot anything that enters!"

The marines looked a little disgruntled that they were acting as a shield for the UNSC Fleet Admiral, but complied with the order, setting up behind any and all cover. Flash lights were activated, cutting through the darkness.

After a long four minutes, there was a bang at the reinforced door. Followed by another. Graham's heart was racing a mile a second, and Harper looked like he felt. After a few tries, the banging stopped, replaced by an eerie silence.

Then a hissing noise began, emerging from the other side of the door. A red glow began to appear.

"They're cutting through! Ready yourselves!" Eden screeched, a Battle Rifle in his own hand. Daniels doubted he could even fire it.

Regardless, the marines snapped to attention, aiming rifles at the spot where the red glow was moving upwards, cutting a hole in the door. After a minute of dreadful waiting, the metal chunk fell to the floor, and a figure stepped through the smoke.

The marines fired immediately, rifles ringing out shot after shot. Graham saw golden shields flare, before the owner of them stepped to the side, out of the smoke. He had his hands held up. The marines, shocked, stop firing.

"Whoa, hold fire." the Master Chief instructed, standing alone near the broken door. The marines immediately looked amongst each other. Eden had said to shoot anything, but, well this was the Master Chief. They turned to look at a stricken Lord Eden.

"Master Chief." the UNSC leader stated bluntly. The Spartan nodded.

"Yes, it's me. Long story. Why are you firing on the Elites? Stop it, now. The Flood are the greater threat." the Chief ordered, and Graham, watching for a sign, saw Eden's eyes narrow slightly. With that speech, the Spartan had just shown he was on the same 'side' as Graham and Fleet Admiral Harper. The Master Chief looked around the room, and, eyes resting on the bound up Harper, tilted his head in surprise.

"Admiral Harper? What are you doing tied up?" the Spartan asked, and Graham resisted the urge to groan. The answer was so obvious, how could the Chief not see it?

"Chief! Behind you!" the Fleet Admiral cried, and quick as lightning, the fabled Spartan spun around, only to see a marine with a sneaking look upon his face, which quickly turned to one of fear. The Master Chief looked down at the marine's hand, to see a plasma knife, given by the Elites back in the alliance.

"What are you--?" the Spartan began to ask, taking out an Assault rifle nervously. He then looked at the room as if seeing it for the first time, the marines with their aggressive eyes, and Eden with a sneer on his face.

"You couldn't stay dead could you? I'm not having you ruin everything Master Chief; marines, kill him!" Eden ordered. Before the corrupted soldiers who suddenly had a purpose could even release the safety on their weapons though, the Master Chief had already thrown the marine beside him into a group of others. The Spartan dodged the first wave of bullets, the few that got through bouncing to the floor with a hiss, reflected by his shields.

It's like he's doing an elegant dance that only he can perform. Graham thought with wonder. The Captain watched as the Spartan jumped into a small cluster of marines, limbs moving around manically. After a few moments, they were all crouching on the ground in pain; some unconscious. Daniels noted that the Chief wasn't using a weapon, but instead, head had ripped a bar of metal from the wall, which he was carrying easily in one hand. It must have weighed a ton.

As the one sided battle waged on, very few shots actually hitting the Master Chief, a marine was flung over to where Harper sat. He looked up at the bound Fleet Admiral with a small titter of apprehension. Harper snorted in disgust, before brining his feet off the ground and smashing the marine's face with his boots. The soldier quivered, out cold. As he did so, the power of the ship came back on, and the room was flooded with light.

Graham then spotted the unconscious marine's knife at his belt. He turned to Harper.

"Sir, can you get that knife?" the Captain asked, and the older naval officer's eyes brightened considerably.

"I can try. And for the last time, stop calling me sir." Harper said, toppling of his chair onto the unconscious man's body. It was an incredibly odd spectacle. Graham could only fidgit anxiously as the Fleet Admiral contorted his body in an effort to reach the knife. From what the Captain could hear, it sounded as if behind him, the Master Chief was winning. On his own. Against nearly fifty people. Incredible.

Eventually, Harper managed the wrestle the leather bound hilt of the small knife out with his teeth, and rose to his knees, grunting at Daniels to take the knife from him. The Captain leaned forward, and managed to grasp the hilt with three fingers. Soon, he had a good grasp of it. Harper shuffled towards him and held out his bound wrists. With no small difficulty, Graham managed the rest the the keen edge of the knife on the already frayed rope binding Harper. He then moved his body back and forwards, the dagger along with it. After a few seconds, the Fleet Admiral's hands were free. Captain Daniels then tossed the dagger to Harper, who caught it deftly with his free hands. From there on, freeing himself and Graham was a breeze, and in less than a minute, the two friends were stood on their feet.

The Captain turned around, and saw the carnage. Nearly every marine was lying on the ground, unconscious. It seemed a few were dead, necks snapped or twisted at awkward angles. The last few had fallen back to the pedestal where Lord Eden cowered, backed against the wall. Graham and Harper, picking up Battle Rifles, strode towards the group confidently, weapons aimed at the marines. The beaten soldiers looked at each other, and as if they were on some psychic link, simultaneously threw their weapons on the ground, putting their hands up. Eden growled.

"Cowards!" the Chairman of HIGHCOM ordered, but he got no response. The Master Chief then strode forwards, and grasped Eden with one huge, armoured hand. The Spartan lifted him as if he weighed no more than a bag of sugar, and threw him on the floor. Eden gasped in surprise, stumbling to his feet.

"Now, what's going on here?" the Chief asked Harper, keeping a pistol levelled at Eden at all times. The Spartan tracked Eden's every slight movement with the hand holding the gun, as if he could sense the small tremors in the ground.

"Lord Eden over there got a little too power hungry I think. He wants to wipe out the Elites." Fleet Admiral Harper informed the Master Chief, a smile on his face. "It's good to see you John."

"You too William." the Master Chief nodded. Graham's eyebrows rose, his friend was on first name terms with the Chief?

[Edited on 10.20.2009 2:57 PM PDT]

  • 10.20.2009 2:55 PM PDT

"You can't stop it now. The fleet is already attacking." Eden spat out from the floor, between bloodied gums. Harper sneered at the disgraced leader.

"A simple order from me will put a stop to that you bastard. I'll just tell the fleet you fainted when you saw the Dreadnought." he mocked, kicking Eden in the side, who doubled over in pain. The Master Chief glanced down briefly, before looking up at Graham.

"Sir. How are you? I've got bio-foam if you need it." the Spartan told the Captain, who felt the corners of his mouth tug upwards. The Master Chief had just called him 'sir'!

"Erm--no, no I'm fine...Master Chief. Thanks for helping us." Graham muttered, angry at himself afterwards for being so nervous. He was just a man for God's sake. A man who was over seven feet tall, had the blood of legions of Covenant on his hand, and who had single handedly saved the human race on multiple occasions. On reflection, maybe the Captain should have been nervous.

"That's my job. Now, we've got to stop fighting against the Elites, and wipe out the Flood." the Spartan seemed very linear minded, although Graham knew that the Chief was actually many times smarter than he himself was. The Captain had had the honour to meet Lieutenant Commander Fhjad 084 years ago, one of the Spartans who apparently had been mutilated in a plasma explosion, or at least that was what ONI said. He then, unfortunately, developed Parkinson's disease. Whilst the crippled Spartan had been confined to a chair, his mind was sharper than the spikes on a nettle leaf.

"Of course, of course. Just give me a few moments, I'll try to contact the fleet. Do you suppose you could move that...ship out of the way?" Harper asked the Master Chief, who nodded.

"Of course." the Spartan replied, bringing an arm up to his helmet. "Didact, can you move the Dreadnought? The situation here is over."

Didact? Graham wondered, bemused. His curiosity was abruptly ended, however, when the huge Dreadnought outside the ship vanished once again, in the blink of an eye. The battle was once again revealed; and it was still pretty much a stale mate. The Flood, however, had managed to move out of the middle, and so were now a much more serious threat. It was like a triangle of conflict.

"Right, there we go!" Harper crowed in success as he managed to open a communications line with the UNSC fleet. "All ships, cease firing on the Elites, and concentrate on the Flood!"

There was a pause, before a voice called back.

"Fleet Admiral Harper? What happened to Eden?" Lieutenant Commander Daryl.

"He fainted when he saw that huge ship. Anyway, I'm in charge now. Understand?"

"Aye sir, I do. Everyone stop firing on the Elites! Focus on the Flood!" Daryl roared at his crew, and there was a murmur of confusion from his end. However, soon enough, the UNSC ships, one by one, diverted their attention to the Flood. Graham laughed, giddy with success. Now they only had to contact the Elites...

...the line was set up a few moments later, and an image of a rather stressed R'tas Vadum' appeared on screen. The Elite wore a scowl on his face.

"By the Gods, you've finally stopped firing? How long will that last I wonder, before you--"

"R'tas, all is well, fear not brother." a wizened voice rumbled from the doorway, and Graham's gazed in wonder as an Elite who must have been at least eight feet tall walked in the room. He wore ornate, silver armour.

"Arbiter! You're alive!" R'tas cried out in joy, his face brightening. So this is the legendary Arbiter... Graham thought, mouth opening.

"That I am my friend. I'm sorry we parted on such bad terms the last time we met. Do you forgive me?" the Arbiter asked, moving past an indignant Admiral Harper and moving up close to the screen. R'tas uttered a sharp laugh.

"I forgive you? Nay Arbiter, it is I who must beg for your forgiveness. I was a fool, I should never have killed Hood as I did. It's all my fault." the Elite Fleetmaster confessed, hanging his head in shame. The Arbiter shook his head.

"We all made mistakes my friend. However, now is not the time to regret them. Can you have the fleets join up with ours? And that is indeed a mighty fleet you have there R'tas, how on Sangheilios did you recover Placid Enrichment?" the Arbiter replied. Graham blinked in confusion. How on Sangheilios? then it dawned that it must be the Elite equivalent of 'how on Earth?' It made sense, he supposed.

"We didn't Arbiter; we have allied with the Covenant." R'tas told his friend proudly, puffing out his chest. There was a collective gasp.

"Truly? That is indeed an impressive feat; can they be trusted?" the Arbiter questioned, frowning.

"More so than the humans, currently." R'tas said a little spitefully. Harper couldn't help but protest.

"Hey, that was because Eden was in charge. He's tied up and gagged right now, don't worry." the Fleet Admiral insisted, and R'tas chuckled.

"Indeed, that is good news. Amongst the best. Very well, Arbiter, we shall link up. And together we shall smash the parasite, and retake Sangheilios!" the Elite Fleetmaster cried, clenching his fist. Graham heard the roar of several other Elites in the background.

"I, and my Spartans will help however we can." the Master Chief pledged, moving into the field of view of the camera. He has other Spartans with him? Graham thought with a sense of awe.

"Spartan! It is good to see you, truly. I must apologise for your treatment upon Sangheilios when you were held captive there. Rest assured that those responsible will be--oh, never mind." R'tas broke off as he realised those responsible were already dead. The Elite looked glum.

As they spoke, the two fleets began to converge together. Graham felt a surge of pride; he was the one who had started off this, by challenging Eden! Now the conjoined fleets of both the UNSC and the Elites and Covenant were together, there was no way the Flood could prevail.

That was, until a voice suddenly blared out of the speaker in the Master Chief's helmet. It was that mysterious Didact again.

"The Dreadnought's monitors are picking up slipspace activity, Reclaimer. Hundreds of the Flood ships, approaching." the voice said, and as one, everyone swore.

"Didact, how long have we got?" the Master Chief asked, his voice urgent. There was a pause, and then a reply.

"I'm afraid just over five minutes. You haven't got enough fire-power to wipe them out, flustered as you are. And the Dreadnought's weapon systems were disabled by Offensive Bias long ago. I believe that for now, a tactical retreat is in order." the Didact suggested, and Harper and R'tas, the leaders of the two fleets, glanced at each other.

"It's your call Elite. If we retreat to Earth, then we can join up a real plan, scrounge up the last of our ships, and tend to the wounded. However, I also will tell you that every moment we spend there will allow the Flood to fortify Sangheilios more." Harper informed R'tas. The Elite rubbed his chin.

"I shall not let our blood run freely for no purpose. Even as the old proverbs say "he who fights and runs away lives to fight another day." R'tas replied.

"Hey, we have a similar saying!" Harper cried out, before sobering. "So we retreat then, for now?"

There was a pause, and R'tas glanced to the left. Even though he was watching through a monitor, Graham could tell he was staring sadly at Sangheilios.

"Indeed human, for now."

  • 10.20.2009 2:56 PM PDT
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Hehe, nice. I like all your stories, really.

  • 10.20.2009 3:23 PM PDT

... i want more :)

  • 10.20.2009 7:24 PM PDT

"Go die in a corner."

Amazing.

  • 10.20.2009 8:00 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.

Great work, I'm loving these really long parts.

  • 10.20.2009 11:45 PM PDT

maybe a slightly predictable twist, but done in an unpredicted way

  • 10.20.2009 11:49 PM PDT
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MORE, MORE, MORE! Great story I reread the whole story from the beginning again. Keep it up!

  • 10.21.2009 2:35 AM PDT
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Do not waste your tears, I was not born to watch the world grow dim. Life is not measured in years, but by the deeds of men.

Posted by: goldhawk
We should know better, because we are better.

"Tell me Admiral,Can you roll over?"
Also I believe the word is xenocide not genocide.

  • 10.21.2009 5:29 AM PDT

Posted by: Xd00999
Also I believe the word is xenocide not genocide.


Xenocide is a term created in the Enders series, it's a creation of the author. Many use the word, but I chose to use genocide.

Thanks for all the feedback guys.

  • 10.21.2009 8:30 AM PDT

Acta Non Verba

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wkd i knew summin like that would happen but still the way you done it was better then anyway i could have

  • 10.21.2009 10:31 AM PDT