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Subject: [Story] Halo 3: Insurrection (Part 31 is now available!) ~ 27/10

The Hybrid a FanFic by Tehface

"Look for the signs, the keepers of the flame. They will lead you to war, and perhaps, to victory."

Posted by: Wolverfrog
I think the next battle shall be primarily ground, although of course, Captain Daniels may have his story to tell from space.

I really can't predict how many are left. I keep coming up with new ideas. It will end at Sangheilios though, know that much.


I see. Well keep coming up with new ideas!
More parts equals more awesomesaucefilling.

No more crazy back from the deads though.

:P

  • 10.28.2009 7:41 PM PDT

Posted by: Tehface
Posted by: Wolverfrog
I think the next battle shall be primarily ground, although of course, Captain Daniels may have his story to tell from space.

I really can't predict how many are left. I keep coming up with new ideas. It will end at Sangheilios though, know that much.


No more crazy back from the deads though.


*Hides Lord Hood zombie in closet*

  • 10.28.2009 7:44 PM PDT
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*Glares at Wolver*

Put Johnson in there, too.

[Edited on 10.28.2009 7:46 PM PDT]

  • 10.28.2009 7:45 PM PDT

Posted by: Huvergador
*Glares at Wolver*

Put Johnson in there, too.


Screw that, Johnson kicks ass.

Really, his survival was quite possible. He's a Spartan I, tough, and so he survived Guilty Spark's laser blast. As noted in First Strike, he also has slight regenerative abilities due to the failed Flood infection leaving behind dormant DNA.

Halo was in the process of destroying itself. Even as the Master Chief and Arbiter are climbing into the Warthog, Mendicant Bias appears. He has been holding up the control room using anti gravity technology. He then teleports Johnson away from Halo before it explodes. After a two month trip through slipspace, they arrive at Sangheilios.

Simple.

[Edited on 10.28.2009 7:53 PM PDT]

  • 10.28.2009 7:50 PM PDT
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. . . Damn.

You got me there.

*Does a double take*

Wait, what, you have Hood's body in your closet!?

  • 10.28.2009 7:52 PM PDT

I'm wondering how to continue this. Basically, I have three options before me, and can't decide which to do. So expect delays whilst I ponder.

  • 10.30.2009 10:13 AM PDT

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do the option which envolves big explosions and deaths

  • 11.07.2009 2:13 AM PDT

"The Internet is a hostile and unforgiving place. Avoiding a flame war is like trying to walk unscathed through a minefield with a blindfold on. Likely it isn't going to happen."

Fill this forum ounce again with your light! Make more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • 11.10.2009 3:38 AM PDT

Posted by: Halflingforever
Fill this forum ounce again with your light! Make more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Well, I had to get a new computer, and so lost all my unpublished work. I'm sorry, but I'll try and get the next part out ASAP.

I'm also swotting up on space battles in the Haloverse to make my own more believable and exciting.

[Edited on 11.10.2009 5:46 AM PST]

  • 11.10.2009 5:29 AM PDT

"The Internet is a hostile and unforgiving place. Avoiding a flame war is like trying to walk unscathed through a minefield with a blindfold on. Likely it isn't going to happen."

Fine I,ll look for more of your the awesome work!

  • 11.10.2009 12:30 PM PDT

Acta Non Verba

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use USB's i have a friend who has like 5 USB's n he has the same in each, incase he loses stuff, so get 1 USB n save stuff on it

  • 11.10.2009 1:48 PM PDT

Get 25 USBs, five for each primary USB, my friend is infamous for USBs breaking all around him, the slot just keeps on falling off.

  • 11.10.2009 2:23 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Halo 3: Insurrection (Part 32 is now available!) ~ 11/11

Here's Part 32. Don't be afraid to criticise, if I'm doing something wrong or something you don't like, please tell me.

Part 32 - Protectors of Earth


John blinked in surprise as, out of the thick smoke, one of the Flood came lumbering towards him; three energy swords held in the trio of deformed arms the creature possessed. It seemed to smirk as it advanced towards him, twirling the three blades in intricate motions through the air, intending to intimidate.

The Flood form had obviously never encountered a Spartan before. John didn't flinch, not even when the three blades were but a few metres away from his throat. Instead, he merely reached down to his belt, and drew out from a sheath a thick, weighted combat knife. The Master Chief held it low for a few moments, until the Flood form moved the energy swords so close that John could feel the heat, even through his armour.

At the last possible moment, the Spartan swerved out of the way of the swinging blades, contorting his body in a way which even a trained gymnast would have trouble replicating. The trio of swords flew harmlessly over John's sky facing head, and the Spartan quickly retaliated, coming around full circle and driving the combat knife deep into the Flood form's side. The infected creature; a former Brute John noticed, screamed as it beheld the long knife which entered one side of it's hip and emerged out of the other. Before it could reassert control over its naturally reacting body, John threw a heavy punch at the Flood's head, which flew from its torso, landing several metres ahead. The headless body collapsed to the ground, before laying motionless. Even the Flood needed a brain to operate.

The swords the creature held tumbled to the ground, and John swooped down, picking one up and deactivated the self destruct mechanism. As he pressed another button, the energy sword ignited; weightless and yet still far more powerful than the heaviest of heavy steel broadsword.

Combat felt strange without Cortana advising him. Since being fixed at the shield world, John had forgotten what it was like not having her nattering to him in the midst of battle. Still, she was needed a lot more up in space, the Spartan reasoned. The UNSC had few smart AIs at its disposal, and Cortana was one of the best.

Spartan blue team -- comprised of John, Kelly, Linda and the higher ranked, yet subordinate Fred -- had decided to divide themselves into lone units aiding different ODST Flood response divisions. John was in temporary command of the 105th; the meanest, and most 'bad ass' (As Sergeant Johnson quaintly put) division of Helljumpers there was. He looked ahead to his right and saw Commander Nigel shoot a Carrier form with a 12 gauge shotgun, diving away just before the bulbous creature exploded. Another ODST soon came up and torched the ground where the Carrier had been standing but moments before, to prevent the infection forms spreading out.

John had to admit that the new ODST Flood Response Divisions -- set up after the Ark event in case the infection ever came back -- were very efficient. They wore completely airtight suits, similar in appearance to ODST body armour. The suits were clever in that they read the life signs of the wearer; and if it detected no signals, meaning the wearer was dead, it would release pockets of dangerous acid to burn up the corpse so badly that even the Flood would be able to infect it.

The weapons they used were rather standard, hand-held flame-throwers, plasma burners, and other such weapons. Some of the ODSTs had opted to keep their standard weapons, such as Commander Nigel and his shotgun, which he claimed to be a family heirloom.

Amazing to think that only one Flood ship had broken through the hastily thrown together Maginot-like line -- crashing down at New London -- and yet still the entire city was thrown into chaos. Practically every civilian was dead or infected, bar the few lucky enough to be near a metro entrance; the underground tunnels had sealed blast doors at their entrances created during the Covenant war as a defence. John knew that beneath his feet now, thousands of ordinary men, women and children cowered in relative safety, hoping the 'Council' would be able to deal with the infection.

Their hopes looked to be fruitful, the Chief mused as he drove the sword in his hand through an infected human woman, not hesitating in the least. The combined forces of the humans, Covenant and Separatists seemed to be prevailing in this battle. The Flood were being forced into a corner by the armies, and one by one the various districts were cleared. Still, this was just a small inkling of the huge battle to come on Sangheilios later.

And the naval battle still, John assumed, raged above Earth's atmosphere. If that couldn't be won, then no amount of Flood Response teams would be able to save Earth.

* * * * * * *

Thel Vadam' ran a fond hand across the armrest of the chair he was seated in. Everything was as he remembered, the gash in the headrest from the time when his second had tried to assassinate him; the way the customised seat catered to his large size.

Indeed, the Stylet class ship Seeker of Truth had not changed one bit since Thel had been stripped of his position as Supreme Commander of the Covenant, before being brought before the Council, then condemned to the suicidal role of the Arbiter.

And yet now he was back in the very ship he had once piloted in the Fleet of Righteous Justice. It had been far too long.

The stench of the Jiralhanae who had taken this ship after Thel's disgrace was still present, although not too pungent. And Thel had been too pleased that the Chieftain Daedalus had offered him the Seeker back to him to complain about the smell.

It was odd, some had said back in the days of the Covenant, that a Supreme Commander would take such a small ship as a Stylet. It was hardly bigger than a Destroyer, and many times smaller than a standard CCS Battlecruiser, never mind the Assault Carriers even Fleet-masters usually commandeered.

But Thel disliked the grand, powerful ships. There were many reasons for this. Chief among them was that he had no desire to instruct a crew of pilots on how to fly his ship, as he would were he on a standard Cruiser. No, Thel preferred to take the helm of the bridge himself; he loved the exhilarating feeling he experienced when flying. And so he had chosen a Stylet to be his flagship. Odd indeed, but he loved it.

The Stylet class Covenant ship was remarkable, really. Small, with two Pulse Laser Cannons mounted, one underneath and one on top; as well as two small plasma torpedo launchers on each side of the ship. It was designed so as to need as few crew members as could be allowed, and in a pinch, could be piloted by one. Usually, to be on the safe side, Thel would have two or three fellow Sangheili assisting him. He had no need now however, thanks to a very special addition to the crew.

"This feels kind of weird, me helping you. Wasn't too long ago that I was hacking into your battle net at the first Halo ring." Cortana mused as she appeared on the holographic projector next to Thel, who glanced down at her small human female form.

"Well, honoured construct, I feel privileged that you chose to assist me in operating my ship." Thel replied back carefully, not wanting to insult the AI who held his life in her non-corporeal hands. Cortana laughed a warm laugh.

"It's nice to finally help someone with manners. The Chief is an amazing soldier, but he can sometimes be a little--"

"Blunt?" Thel cut in without thinking.

"That's a nice way to put it." the AI joked, folding her arms. Thel allowed himself a slight chuckle before becoming serious once again and lightly touching a pad above, warming up the ship's plasma core engine.

"So what think you our chances of surviving this fray construct?" Thel queried, touching another pad which made the Seeker of Truth rise slowly and steadily off the floor of Placid Enrichment.

"Our chances, or everyone's?" Cortana asked, hands on hips.

"Both." Thel answered softly, preparing to move the Seeker of Truth out through the shield door and into space, where most of the fleets were already engaged with the Flood.

"I'd tell you Arbiter, but the odds would just depress you." Cortana told Thel solemnly, who suddenly grinned.

"Then it is fortuitous that I care not for statistics." Thel breathed out determinedly, punching the ship's ignition pad. The Stylet darted out of Placid Enrichment, and vanished into the carnage.

[Edited on 11.11.2009 10:36 AM PST]

  • 11.11.2009 8:32 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Halo 3: Insurrection (Part 31 is now available!) ~ 27/10

* * * * * * *

John heard the cry of a Brute to his left, and instinctively brought his rifle out, aiming it down at the fallen Jiralhanae's head. He then blinked, remembering he was working with the Covenant now, and lowered the rifle, instead bending down to look at the Brute. It seemed to be trapped under a semi-molten steel girder. The Brute was screaming in agony as the girder seared its flesh. Only half its upper torso was free.

"Can you hear me?" John questioned, laying a hand on the Brute's shaggy shoulder. The Covenant soldier nodded, screams dying, replaced by shock as it beheld first-hand a 'Demon.' John gave a sharp nod back.

"Hold on, I'm going to lift this off you." the Spartan assured the Brute, who remained dumbstruck, merely shaking its head once.

John stood up, and placed a hand on the underbelly of the collapsed girder. He saw shields flare around his hands as the heat began to eat away at them. Grimacing, the Spartan diverted more power to his hands, boosting the shields. He gripped the steel firmly, and began to pull.

It was heavy, solid and nearly twice as tall than the straining Spartan. Yet John persevered, heaving and grunting until finally, the girder shifted that critical inch, and the Spartan was able to lift the huge steel bar up and toss it to the side. John reached down and offered the Brute a helping hand. After a few uncertain moments, the Covenant soldier grasped John's hand gratefully, and the Spartan pulled to Brute to his feet. As he released his grip however, the Brute began to fall to the ground again, and would have had John not deftly caught him. The Brute was heavy, put John had lifted heavier. He draped the large beast like person over his shoulder, before gently lowering him down against a nearby wall.

"My--my thanks, Demon," the Brute gasped out wearily, breathing deep. John nodded. He took a look at the Brute. It wore the intricate armour of a War Chieftain. How strange to see such a Brute and yet to not be fighting it, John thought.

"No problem. What's your name Brute?" the Spartan questioned gently, removing the Chieftain's Power Armour, which disconnected with a hiss. John winced at the damage beneath, the Brute's entire torso was mangled and bloody.

"Aeschylus," the Brute wheezed out, before doubling over in a coughing fit. John grimaced, the Brute obviously had a punctured lung. He reached down to his belt and drew out a biofoam canister, injected the thick, musty smelling foam into the Brute's chest area. Aeschylus began to breathe normally again.

"Am I to die, Demon?" Aeschylus asked, and his voice was so uncaring that John blinked, looking up into the empty eyes of the Brute.

"No, you'll be fine. I'll call a medic in a few minutes. What happened?" the Spartan asked, relieving his legs momentarily and sitting down next to Aeschylus, resting his head against the wall.

"I was commanding a lance of Jiralhanae. We were taking cover in a building when a huge Parasite came by. Collapsed the structure, and the building. Killed my pack. Only I survived." Aeschylus muttered out through newly shed tears.

"I know all too well the pain of losing a 'pack' Aeschylus." John told the Brute, thinking of all his brother and sister Spartans who had died at Reach in the attack by the Covenant. The attack the Arbiter had commanded. John liked the Elite, thought of him as a good friend, and yet had trouble forgiving him for authorising the attack which had destroyed everyone John had held dear.

"And how do you cope with the loss Demon?" Aeschylus asked bluntly, stunning John for a second. Cope? There was never a moment in his life where he didn't think about his Spartans. Except...

"You have to do things. Fight. Talk. Move on. It hurts, and will always hurt. But keeping busy is the best painkiller of all." John told the Brute wisely, and began to stand up. He didn't like how awkward the conversation had become.

"Come on, I'll take you to a group of Elites nearby, they'll get you back to base." John told the Brute, reaching down to pick Aeschylus up. 'Base' was a reinforced Tower of London, the ancient structure built back in medieval times by William the Conqueror in 1078. For centuries, it had been a place of death and misery. Ironic that now it was a place of refuge and safety.

As John's fingertips touched the Brute's though, there was a crash through the wall further down the alley, and a lone colossal Flood form stepped through. It was twice as tall as John, and spotted both him and the Brute instantly. Aeschylus baulked.

"By the Prophets, it's back!" the Brute cried out in fear, and John realised this must be the creature which levelled the building Aeschylus had been trapped under. Before the Spartan could lift up the Brute and take him to safety, the colloidal Flood form reached out and grabbed Aeschylus by the waist with one long, thick tentacle. The Brute began to scream.

"No! No! Help, by the Journey, please hel--" the Flood form doubled the thick tentacle holding the Brute over on itself, and Aeschylus's body cracked in two. The Covenant War Chieftain fell to the ground, bleeding, and very much dead.

The huge behemoth Flood form then turned its gaze upon John, who was standing still with his rifle ready. It began to advance.

"Crap." John breathed, before spraying the monster with bullets. It shrugged them off easily, still advancing slowly. The Spartan emptied magazine after magazine into the Flood form, yet to no avail. A sudden clicking noise told John that the Assault rifle was out of ammo. "Not good."

The Flood form charged then, running towards John rather quickly. John tossed the rifle aside, and looked behind him to the mouth of the alleyway. There was no other option available.

And so John ran. He fled from the insanely tall Flood form, as fast as he could. The Spartan was painfully aware that despite the fact he was running his fastest, the Flood form was still right behind him.

John tumbled out of the alleyway, into the broad street beyond. The Elites at the foot of the street cried out in shock, raising their rifles.

"Run!" John screamed at them, waving his arms frantically. He didn't stop, and continued to run down the street. John looked back and saw with horror that the Elites hadn't moved yet, instead raising their rifles bravely, wearing confident looks. Damn their honour! John thought, even as the behemoth crashed likewise out onto the street, careering into the startled Elites. Plasma flew from the reptilian creatures for a few moments, before stopping as the Flood form killed them all with mirth. It then looked around the street, before spotting John once again. The Spartan swore; he'd never in all his time fought something like this.

There was no way John would be able to outrun it. No way in hell. He'd have to stand his ground and fight. The Spartan reached down to his belt, and drew out his energy sword. He spotted another discarded on the street nearby. Two are better than one, John thought, lifting that hilt up and igniting it too, so he held a sword in each hand.

The huge Flood lumbered towards him, covering the vast distance in less than a few seconds. It lunged for John with one thick limb, which the Spartan easily ducked under. As the tentacle passed over his head, he brought up one blade, slicing the limb off. The Spartan chuckled with success as he backed away. Now the creature only had one tentacle left!

His victory was short-lived though, for as John watched in horror as another limb began to grow, coming out of the Flood form's body. John noticed that the torso of the creature, however, seemed to thin, as if it were transferring biomass from one area to another.

"Like a Hydra..." John muttered as he circled the enemy. The Spartan remembered the old tale of the Hydra, the mythological monster which had grown two heads for every one cut off. How had Hercules killed it again?

Before he could remember though, the huge Flood launched an attack at him, forcing John to execute a series of complex and intricate movements which would have impressed even Kelly. Speaking of which, where were his Spartans? He could use their help right now.

"This is Spartan 117, I'm engaged with a powerful enemy, can anyone assist?" John demanded over the priority channel. There was no response for a few moments, and John backed away from the advancing Flood behemoth. Then:

"Uh, Master Chief? We're a little pressed right now, we're barely holding out as it is. Is it vital you need help?" a voice John recognised as belonging to Colonel Miles inquired. John looked up at the colossal Flood creature, standing twice as tall as him; the physical embodiment of hell.

  • 11.11.2009 8:33 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Halo 3: Insurrection (Part 32 is now available!) ~ 11/11

"I'll survive somehow." the Spartan replied curtly, terminating the link. John knew that if he told the Colonel what he was fighting, then scores of troops would be sent to help him. And those defending the city couldn't take the loss of those troops. John would have to find a way to best this creature himself.

The Spartan weighted one the energy swords, and tossed it, where it severed a tentacle if the behemoth. The flesh where the Flood limb had been severed was raw, and seemed to be bleeding. The sight reminded John of something he'd seen as a child.

He'd been 9 years old, out on a training exercise in a jungle on Reach. The marines they had been commanded to take out as part of the exercise were armed with stun rounds. All of them were sick bastards, they had no qualms with hurting children.

One of John's Spartans, Richard, had taken a hit on the finger, which had, to everyone's horror, flown off the hand it was attached to. The wound had been bleeding, and didn't seem to be stopping. Sam had lost the small amount of medical supplies they had been given by Mendez, and they had nothing to treat the wound with.

Kelly had come up with the idea. She had taken out a lighter, and had held the flame to the boy's raw, fleshy stump of a finger. The bleeding had stopped, and despite the pain of Richard, everyone had been able to complete the training exercise.

John blinked then, staring at the Flood limb which was already growing back. How different was it from a finger? The Spartan then remembered how Hercules had dealt with the Hydra. Whenever Hercules had cut off one of the monster's heads, he had a flame held to it. The heads had not grown back.

That was the way to deal with this Flood form. But where could he find a flame now? And where could he find one large enough to cauterise a limb as thick as the one the Flood form possessed?

The Spartan smiled. He didn't need a flame, he lived in the 26th century, with access to alien technology. Plasma would be far more efficient than fire.

Spotting an Elite corpse in the distance, John began to run towards it, vaulting over a pair of tentacles thrown in his direction. He heard the creature scream behind him, and a few seconds later a lamppost was thrown in his direction, narrowly missing him. John reached the dead Elite, and quickly searched its body. The Spartan smiled when he found what he had been seeking: a Plasma rifle, at 63% charge. Perfect. Before moving, John closed the Elite's lifeless eyes.

Now he had a means to stop this God damn creature. The Spartan turned to see the Flood behemoth lumbering towards him, cracking the street with every step it took. It screamed, before swinging at John with it's heavy, thick setted limbs.
John skidded underneath a tentacle as it swung where his head had previously been. A few droplets of biomass dripped onto his armour.

The creature had its back exposed for a moment. John took advantage of this, and brought his energy sword down on one of the Flood form's limbs, which collapsed to the ground. This time though, instead of allowing it to regrow, John raised his taken plasma rifle and fired ten shots into the stump where the limb had once been. He crowed with success when he saw the wound sealed, and didn't regenerate.

The Flood form seemed to notice what the Spartan was doing to it, for it suddenly cried out in frustration, bringing an unexpected tentacle behind it, catching John by surprise. The limb crashed into John, draining his shields and throwing him into the window of a nearby building, caving in several bricks.

John gasped, unable to breathe. He'd never felt such pain before, never. Several of his ribs had to be cracked, and his vision was blurred. Still, the biofoam in his suit soon began to patch him up, temporarily at least. John rose...

...And charged the Flood form, determined not to lose. He never lost. The Spartan crashed with his bulk into the Flood's, sending the vile creature reeling backwards. Its disorientation was all John needed to gain control of the fight, smashing the Flood form into the ground. Before it could get back up, John seized the creature's head, as large as the Spartans body, and sliced it with his energy sword. The head toppled to the ground.

The Spartan had no idea if the Flood form could regrow such a vital body part, but wasn't willing to take any chances. He drew out his plasma rifle, and poured fire into the neck, which was now a mere stump. The wound closed, and John finished off the arduous ordeal by taking his energy sword, and plunging it into the torso of the behemoth, where it stayed fast.

Finally, it was dead. John collapsed to the ground in a pool of both his and the Flood form's blood, exhausted and mortally wounded. Would he die after all of this? It seemed too cruel. Yet it was happening. The Spartan began to lose the feeling in his limbs, and knew he would soon pass out, perhaps to never wake up. He lay in silence for what seemed like hours, knowing he faced death.

Before John entered the void though, he heard the roar of an engine behind him. He turned weakly to see a Pelican, resting on the ground. The hatch lowered.

"He's down. Blackwell, Callahan! See if you can't drag him onto this bird. Gently now. Ramirez, get your med kit ready. This might well be the most important operation of your life!" the voice sounded familiar, yet in his pain drunken stupor, John failed to place it. He was only vaguely aware when two marines grabbed him by the arms and began to drag him towards the Pelican. With grunts, the two men threw him onto the drop ship. A blurry, dark face bent over him.

"Don't worry Chief, you'll be okay." the familiar marine said, although to John it sounded like a faint whisper. He couldn't tell who was speaking, everything was so confusing. The walls of the Pelican seemed to move.

"Who--where?" John mumbled out incoherently, trying to rise. A hand pushed him back down, showing just how weak he was.

"Don't worry Chief, you're okay now. We'll patch you up, get you back onto your feet in no time. And you know I'd never butter up the truth." the voice assured John. As the Spartan's hearing came back slightly, he knew why the voice sounded familiar.

"Sergeant Johnson?" John asked weakly, coughing. Johnson chuckled.

"You know it. Your lucky we came Chief, we disobeyed a direct order coming into this hot zone for you." the Sergeant informed the Spartan, sitting down in a chair. Another marine came into view, speaking with a Spanish accent.

"Right, I'm going to patch you up as best as I can. Don't worry, I'm a trained medic. Now, you're going to pass out in a few moments, but you'll be back with us in a few--"

John's vision faded to black.

[Edited on 11.16.2009 4:00 PM PST]

  • 11.11.2009 8:34 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Halo 3: Insurrection (Part 31 is now available!) ~ 27/10

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awsome, but if its new london does that mean that the original London was destroied in the invasion of earth by the brutes?? (thinking of my story)

  • 11.11.2009 1:35 PM PDT

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No I dont think so. The tower of London was still standing.
I believe Londen wasnt attacked only New Mombassa was attacked.But I be wrong though.

  • 11.11.2009 1:58 PM PDT

The Hybrid a FanFic by Tehface

"Look for the signs, the keepers of the flame. They will lead you to war, and perhaps, to victory."

Woo! Wolver is back! Nice part!

I take it that the flood form was a Juggernaut?

  • 11.11.2009 1:59 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Halo 3: Insurrection (Part 32 is now available!) ~ 11/11

Posted by: Dark Fus10ns
awsome, but if its new london does that mean that the original London was destroied in the invasion of earth by the brutes?? (thinking of my story)


No, New London just means the city expanded so much that unofficially, it was split into two segments, Old London and New London. Much like what happened to Mombasa.

And yes, that was a Juggernaut. What did you think of the fight scene? Did it read okay?

[Edited on 11.11.2009 3:18 PM PST]

  • 11.11.2009 3:16 PM PDT

The Hybrid a FanFic by Tehface

"Look for the signs, the keepers of the flame. They will lead you to war, and perhaps, to victory."

The fight scene ran well in my opinion.

Hope to see more parts up soon!

  • 11.11.2009 3:35 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.

Aha! A new part! Yaaaaay!

Nice fight scene, that was damn cool with the Juggernaut.

  • 11.12.2009 12:46 AM PDT
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Awww Man. Another Awesome Wolvefrog Story to read. :O

Im allready up to Chapter 19 and its excellant WF.

Keep it up.

I see youve released a New Bit. :)

Got over the Writers Block I see?

  • 11.12.2009 4:32 AM PDT

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

Lovin' the Greek Mythology references there, the Hydra, Hercules etc etc...

The fight scene was worded fine, I don't know what you were worried about. But don't dally on building the ending up too much or it'll just become... Erm... Hades-ish...

Yeah...

  • 11.12.2009 8:10 AM PDT

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ahh wel london shall fall, maby somthing to do with ONI... hehe

  • 11.12.2009 9:40 AM PDT

that. was. AMAZING.

  • 11.12.2009 6:41 PM PDT