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Subject: [Story] Halo 3: Insurrection (Part 32 is now available!) ~ 11/11
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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.

Hercules actually tossed a torch into the middle of the Hydra and burnt the whole thing.

  • 11.15.2009 1:13 PM PDT

Posted by: Xd00999
Hercules actually tossed a torch into the middle of the Hydra and burnt the whole thing.


That's one version. The most common, or at least the one I've read most, is that he cauterised all the neck stumps.

  • 11.15.2009 1:50 PM PDT

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I have never read a better fan fic. I read the whole thing so far within an hour and at the moment my eyes are watering in pain but thank the Gods I found this because I previously thought I would have a very boring night but this certainly turned it around.

  • 11.16.2009 1:42 PM PDT

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REDSKINS!!!

Posted by: Wolverfrog
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.

Die? Didn't you know? Spartans never die.

[Edited on 11.16.2009 6:37 PM PST]

  • 11.16.2009 6:16 PM PDT

Since the energy sword is hot and is like a lightsaber, wouldn't it do the plasma rifle's part for it. The tentacles would be burnt by the sword as they were cut off.

  • 11.17.2009 11:03 AM PDT

Posted by: steadman
Since the energy sword is hot and is like a lightsaber, wouldn't it do the plasma rifle's part for it. The tentacles would be burnt by the sword as they were cut off.


lawl.

In the fraction of a second that the sword would cut through the limb, I doubt enough heat would be radiated as to be as effective as the plasma rifle. And to hold the sword up to the wound for a long time would probably be danger close.

:)

  • 11.17.2009 11:57 AM PDT

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

Posted by: Wolverfrog
Posted by: Xd00999
Hercules actually tossed a torch into the middle of the Hydra and burnt the whole thing.


That's one version. The most common, or at least the one I've read most, is that he cauterised all the neck stumps.


I assume this is the Hydra that's the offspring of Typhon and Echidna. During the fight between the Hydra and Heracules, he literally had no idea how to defeat it so he summoned his nephew Lolaus who -inspired by Athena- told him to torch each neck stump when he sliced them off.

There's one Greek Mythological arrangement solved...

  • 11.18.2009 9:02 AM PDT

(crawling and asking in a pathetic manner) more plz, need to read more. part 33 plz

  • 11.19.2009 1:06 PM PDT

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good story make more

  • 11.20.2009 1:44 PM PDT
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Hopefully, after all, with spare time 343GuiltySpark will get a chance to see London and it's fallen bridge. It was very funny the first time I read it 'humming the "delightfull tune"'haha.

Wow wolver,good -blam!- man, keep writting, I like it.

  • 11.20.2009 4:53 PM PDT

more story!!!!!!plz imma turning into a flood without something to read ahhh ugh to late

  • 11.21.2009 12:45 PM PDT

Posted by: shinigami aldo
more story!!!!!!plz imma turning into a flood without something to read ahhh ugh to late


Yeah, well, my internet is down basically; I'm unsure whether it's due to bills or flooding we've been experiencing. I've got a mobile broadband dongle, but it's tempermental at best. With that piled on top of all the revision I've got to do for exams, it's hard to find time. However, I'll try my best to update this and my other fics.

But don't be expected a part every few days. More like every two weeks or so.

  • 11.25.2009 9:31 AM PDT

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

B... But, the Lake District never floods. What lies are these, Wolverfrog?!

Bills, bills, bills. Here's a question for Question Time: "So, Gordon Brown - why don't you shove your tax increases up your arse?!"

  • 11.25.2009 2:04 PM PDT

Posted by: Wolverfrog
Posted by: shinigami aldo
more story!!!!!!plz imma turning into a flood without something to read ahhh ugh to late


Yeah, well, my internet is down basically; I'm unsure whether it's due to bills or flooding we've been experiencing. I've got a mobile broadband dongle, but it's tempermental at best. With that piled on top of all the revision I've got to do for exams, it's hard to find time. However, I'll try my best to update this and my other fics.

But don't be expected a part every few days. More like every two weeks or so.


yeah test suck real bad i understand now, ok just needed a time estimate. (glances at the clock as if he could make time go by faster)

  • 11.26.2009 1:47 PM PDT
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Nice! I just read the prologue. Great set up to the story man :D It's hard to find something that made them break the alliance without it being unreasonable, but you did it! Now time to catch up.

  • 11.28.2009 8:16 AM PDT

You're late to the party Major ;)

Part 33 - An elegant armour from a more civillised time

"It seems we overestimated our ability to contain this infection," Colonel Miles spoke, pacing around the room. John nodded in agreement, as did many others around the room.

"How goes the Naval battle?" an Elite Zealot asked, keeping his upper mandibles stationary. Elites tended to do that when not in combat, forming an almost human-like mouth. Miles sighed.

"Not good. Two more Flood ships have broken through, spreading to both Russia and Northern America, and some parts of Asia, and so the fact that we have effectively contained the outbreak in England is irrelevant" that wasn't good. Those two countries had been the world powers of Earth before the UNSC had formed, and still held quite a lot of influence in it.

"As for the Naval battle itself," Miles continued, running a hand across his face depressingly, "well, we're winning that. But it won't matter if all of Earth is infected,"

"We'll be able to beat them back--" Fred began to argue, but the Colonel cut him off.

"Really Spartan? Our forces, and the rest of the Elite's and the Covenant's are spread thin as it is. The Flood are encountering little resistance here. And you've fought them today. I know you have no past reference to compare them to 104, but Master Chief, have you not noticed how much more combat effective these Flood are?" Miles asked of John, who stood up, saluting.

"Sir, yes sir. These Flood are definitely more powerful and organised than the ones I have encountered previously, and I think it's safe to say I've fought more of the Flood than anyone else alive today -- except the Didact of course. I've seen some of them marching in squads, regimented even. These are definitely not the mindless zombies we've seen before. Even their appearance is more refined, smarter," John reported, and Miles nodded as he did so.

"Exactly my thoughts Master Chief. And so, if you'll all hear me out, I've come up with a plan," the Colonel walked over to a Holographic Strategic Planning Table, and gently pressed a button. A holographic version of Earth appeared, with Flood and Council ships battling it out above its orbit. John realised he was watching live footage shot from the Lunar colony.

"These are our forces so far. We're pretty much decimating the Flood above ground. However, this is what worries me," Miles pressed another button, and the image suddenly zoomed in to Northern America, showing Washington DC infested with Flood. Civilians were running, all being hunted down by the ever ravenous infection forms. It was a cataclysm. John noted with his sharp vision one infection form pounce on a screaming toddler of around three years old. He turned away from the Holo-Strat, eyes suddenly moist.

"Sir, permission to get to DC ASAP?" John questioned Miles, who shook his head.

"I understand your reason Chief, but I'll have to deny that request. Even if you clear out Washington, there are still hundreds of cities across the globe in trouble. You can't save them all," the Colonel replied, and John shook his head angrily.

"But we can still save as many as possible sir. Isn't that the job of a soldier?" the Spartan demanded angrily, moving forward, and Miles took a step back without realising.

"It is son. But I've got an idea. It's dangerous, perhaps even suicidal. But it might give us all a chance to save Earth," the Colonel explained, and John nodded curtly, sitting back down. He'd hear Miles out first.

"The reason the Flood are so powerful this time is simple; their Gravemind has grown huge, theoretically. It can command them even from here, and has evidently realised this time around that organisation is the key to success," Miles began. John nodded, waiting.

"While the Gravemind lives, there is no way we can win. Therefore, I suggest we kill it."

There was silence in the room for a few moments, before Johnson spoke up for one of the first times.

"And how are we supposed to do that? With all our forces engaged here, there's no way we can...Oh," the Sergeant Major realised what Miles was suggesting, "you're saying we abandon Earth, and go to Sangheilios,"

The Colonel grimaced, before nodding. Then he shrugged.

"We wouldn't be abandoning Earth. We'll come back, once the Gravemind is dead. But what we're doing right now is futile. Our last option is an all out offensive, strike the Flood where it will hurt most -- in its mind," Miles explained. John drew his lips tight. The plan made sense, but it felt wrong to just leave all the people on Earth to the Flood.

Then again, hadn't the UNSC done that so many times before in the war with the Covenant? When a battle had looked hopeless, they'd pulled out, leaving millions behind as the planet in question was glassed. Was this so different?

It was, John realised. For this time, the people of Earth wouldn't merely be dying. They would be infected by the Flood, doomed to live a pitied existence; self aware yet unable to control their bodies. No chance at whatever afterlife religions promised. No release from life's turmoils. Just pain, and a sense of helplessness.

"How soon would we leave?" John asked, his conscience giving in to common sense.

"As soon as possible. Maybe within a few hours. I've already spoken with Lord Harper, Imperial Admiral R'tas, and the two Covenant Hierarchs. They are all in agreement with me," Miles revealed, and John smiled dryly as he gathered that what the Colonel had been saying had never been a suggestion, it was concrete. He had just wanted their opinion.

We're not abandoning them. We're coming back.

Yet no matter how many times John repeated that in his mind, he couldn't help but feel like he was just leaving Earth to fend for itself.

* * * * * * *
"Arbiter!" a voice cried. That of a Prophet's. Equanimity. Fighting the urge to scowl, Thel turned around slowly.

"Yes, Hierarch?" Thel questioned of the frail Prophet, who smiled, gesturing for Thel to come to his side.

"Come Arbiter, walk with me a while," Equanimity implored, and Thel grimaced, searching for an excuse.

"Oh, I should be ah...assisting preparing for the upcoming offensive," Thel blurted out, referring to the attack on Sangheilios, which would begin in a few hours. As soon as the fleets emerged out of slipspace. Equanmity's brow rose.

"Truly Arbiter? Only that, your construct friend tells me you have been doing nought but lounging in your chair for at least a few units," the Prophet had won the battle it became clear, and so Thel sighed, moving to follow him. As he exited his ship and stepped out into Placid Enrichment, he narrowed his eyes at Cortana. She merely laughed softly.

Equanimity turned down a hall Thel had previously not been down before; with high rising statues and tablets depicting moments of Covenant history. The Prophet then spoke.

"Tell me Arbiter, know you the history of your title?" Equanimity queried, catching Thel off guard for a moment. Was this some test of his intelligence? The Sangheili chose his words carefully.

"How could I not, being who I am? I understand my legacy," Thel said slowly, and Equanimity nodded gravely.

"As is to be expected. You know then why the rank of Arbiter became a mark of shame?"

Do I? Thel had only read scraps of information regarding that subject, and suspected they were all tainted with the Covenant's lies.

"Not precisely, but I hope I, through my actions, have made it a mark of honour once more," Thel commented wryly, hoping to draw the subject away from his ignorance. The Prophet smiled.

"That you have noble Vadam'ee, that you have."

Thel didn't have the energy to explain to yet another Covenant Loyalist that the Sangheili no longer used the 'ee' suffix after their family name. He merely waited for Equanimity to carry on speaking as they turned around another corner. Thel blinked in surprise as he viewed the large mural shown across the ceiling.

In it was a large mosaic of an Arbiter garbed in golden armour, blade sunk deep into a foe's flesh. The foe wore the ancient, cumbersome armour commonly found back when Sangheilios was its own government, before the Covenant totally took over.

"What is this place?" Thel breathed, wondering why he had never heard of such a hallway before. Across all the walls were countless tablets displaying Arbiters; some tall, some small. None wearing the same golden armour depicted on the large mural above.

"The Hall of The Arbiter. None outside the Guardians of this Holy City know of it. It is akin to the Mausoleum that was on High Charity, although it is a little more brutal, and truthful."

That it was. There were images of Prophets ordering Arbiters successful in a mission where they were intended to die to death; images of an Arbiter's own forces turning upon him. This was a far darker side of the history Thel knew.

"This is indeed interesting Hierarch, but why are you showing me?" Thel demanded of the Prophet, who grinned.

[Edited on 11.28.2009 8:41 AM PST]

  • 11.28.2009 8:39 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Halo: Insurrection (Prologue and Part one now out)

"See you the Arbiter depicted on the ceiling, Vadam'ee?" Equanimity questioned. The Sangheili nodded.

"Yes. It is Fal, is it not?"

"Quite so. The 5th Arbiter, and the last appointed by the Sangheilios Council. His title branded forever by his heresy," the Prophet explained further, and Thel nodded slowly.

"I know only too well that I wear a heretic's armour," the Sangheili said.

"No. You do not," Equanimity suddenly barked. Thel frowned, speechless for a moment. He stared at the Prophet for a moment.

"What are you talking about Prophet?" Thel demanded aggressively, faintly proud of the fact he was speaking to a Prophet on such equal terms. Not too long ago, he would have said nothing, hoping that the Prophet would explain on his own accord.

"You don't see the colour of Fal's armour?" Equanimity asked. Thel nodded.

"Yes, golden. That is just the artist's representation, to show he was once golden and pure before delving into heresy," Thel laughed back, marvelling and Equanimity's ignorance. What a fool!

Worryingly, the Prophet laughed just as hard, shaking his head.

"No Vadam'ee, that is just what the Covenant wanted you to believe. No doubt Truth told you that your armour is the same that every Arbiter wore?"

Slowly, Thel nodded his head.

"He lied, which is hardly a surprise. Your armour was created as soon as Truth decided you were to become the Arbiter. It is neither ancient nor especially significant. Just an inefficient armour system using old technology, designed so to hurry you to death."

Thel blinked, and then held up his gauntleted hands before his eyes. Surely this couldn't be true? Then, why would Equanimity have any reason to lie?

"That is a slightly disturbing and upsetting revelation Prophet, but still, was there any reason in your telling me?" Thel questioned, unable to keep the hurt from his voice. Did Equanimity still hate him so that he wished to upset him?

"Of course there was. Fal's armour was incredible, and far more advanced than the rubbish they churn out in factories nowadays. With impeccable shielding, performance enhancing technologies not unlike the ones reputed to be within Spartan armour, and the metal it is made of is far stronger than what you currently use. Even the highest Zealot would be envious of such a piece."

"How do you know this?" Thel queried the Prophet, who, finally coming to a large door at the end of the Hall of The Arbiter, opened it with the touch of a button.

"Because it resides inside this room."

Thel gasped as he beheld what was inside the chamber. It was devoid of furniture and other such normal things; all that was inside was a large, glass storage casket. Within its clear surface gleamed the brightest of armours, golden and splendid. Its appearance was not unlike Thel's armour, yet it was more regal, and had evidently been designed in the old ages, back before the Prophets first encountered the Sangheili. His feet moving by themselves, Thel walked up and lightly touched the casket, feeling a tingle run down his spine as he did so.

"Believe me now Vadam'ee?" Thel turned around to see Equanimity sitting in his chair, a smile on his wizened face.

"Yes...it's beautiful," Thel replied softly, unable to wrench his eyes from the golden armour which had once belonged to the legendary Fal.

"Quite so. And I wish for you to have it."

Those words shocked Thel out of his stupor, and he whirled around, wearing a sceptical look. Equanimity's sincere expression did not waver.

"Truly?" Thel asked, unable to keep the disbelief out of his voice.

"Truly. Consider it a gift, perhaps it will go some way to patching the rift between our two factions," Equanimity pressed, and Thel pursed his mandibles.

"The Elites will not rejoin the Covenant. I tell you so as to eliminate any false hope you have," the Sangheili informed the Prophet, who nodded instantly.

"Of course, and I do not expect you to. Yet I hope both you and we can, at the least, have a civil relationship."

Thel smiled warmly.

"You helped my people when we needed help most. No gift was needed to assure our friendship."

Equanimity looked at Thel as if he were bathed in a new light.

"Still, take it. You certainly hold the strongest claim."

The Prophet pressed a button, and silently the casket swung open. Thel looked inquisitively at Equanimity, who nodded approvingly. Slowly, the Sangheili reached for the armour. Each piece was linked by a soft, yet impossibly hard chain. Forerunner glyphs marked the sides.

"This is indeed a wonderful gift," Thel breathed, running an affectionate hand across the helmet. Fal's armour made his own seem like it had been designed for Unggoy.

"Go, try it on. And wear it with pride."

Thel blinked. Obviously, armour was intended to be worn, but this seemed far too precious to be subject to the conditions of battle. Still, there was no reason to keep it locked up in a time of great need, and so Thel slowly shed the Arbiter armour Truth had given him nearly a year ago. It tumbled to the ground with a clang, and with that, Thel felt a kind of relief. His last tie to a life of lies was finally gone.

With shaking hands, Thel placed the helmet over his elongated head. It fit like a charm, and slowly he clicked his mandibles across the mouth guard. Perfect.

As the Sangheili secured the final piece of armour across his body, the whole set lit up with a blue, evanescent glow. To Thel's extreme surprise, blue lines akin to the ones found in Forerunner relics began to run across his arms, imbuing his whole being with strength. The Sangheili felt many more times stronger than he previously had.

"What is this?" Thel wondered, staring at the now alien looking arms attached to his torso. They were still his, but felt like they belonged to someone more divine.

"I have no idea. You are the first I have seen wear this armour. But it's probably something beneficial, I wager. In any case, it looks splendid on you. And you shall have a chance to test it in battle soon, noble Vadam'ee," Equanimity replied to Thel, who nodded slowly. The Sangheili clenched his fist, noting a spark of blue power spark across it as he did so.

"What should I do with this?" Thel asked the Prophet, indicating his old armour which now lay discarded in a heap.

"It is your choice, Arbiter."

Thel thought for a few moments, before coming to a decision. He reached down with intent to lift up the heavy armour. To his surprise, it felt far lighter than it had a few minutes ago, so much so that Thel nearly pulled a muscle from moving his limbs so fast.

Fal's armour really does make you stronger, Thel mused to himself. No, not Fal's armour, my armour.

"This is fantastic Equanimity, truly a marvellous gift for you to bestow. Is there any way I can repay you?"

The Prophet chuckled, shaking his head.

"Nay Vadam'ee, you have already done far too much. All I ask is that you fight your hardest in the upcoming battle."

Thel detached Saran's Violet Energy blade from his old armour, feeling a pang of loss as he remembered his advisory friend back on Sangheilios, who was now most likely infected. The Sangheili checked the sword, activating it. To his surprise, blue sparks from his arms ran even further, extending through the plasma of the blade.

"That request I can fulfil friend."

  • 11.28.2009 8:40 AM PDT

:)

Well thought out

  • 11.28.2009 10:07 AM PDT

There once was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly that everyone died.

The end.

SCFH

Truely Amazing. Never expected.

  • 11.28.2009 11:07 AM PDT

Posted by: Halfa55al
Truely Amazing. Never expected.

  • 11.28.2009 1:32 PM PDT

Acta Non Verba

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  • 11.28.2009 1:51 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Halo 3: Insurrection (Part 33 is now available!) ~ 28/11

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

You're going soft on those commas, Wolvers. There's a few spots that need touching up with commas ;)

Other than that, I know you must have felt this a really "do I have to" part. But it at least provided some insight into the events of the Duel and the language is well worded.

On the whole, not your best part to date - for obvious reasons - but still good.

I have one suggestion involving the use of italics - c wat i did thar?
When people read - as you know - we form a sort of voice in our head speaking the words, I see that your use of italics is next to none here which makes the language seem a little flat sometimes. I'd love to see a bit more emphasis on some of the words.

[Edited on 11.28.2009 4:14 PM PST]

  • 11.28.2009 4:12 PM PDT

Posted by: ajw34307
You're going soft on those commas, Wolvers. There's a few spots that need touching up with commas ;)


Actually, commas after a sentence rather than a full stop is the correct way to indicate speech if it is followed by more text. I've been doing it the wrong way for a long time now.

  • 11.28.2009 5:12 PM PDT

Sweet! I loved this chapter.

  • 11.29.2009 1:17 AM PDT

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

Posted by: Wolverfrog
Posted by: ajw34307
You're going soft on those commas, Wolvers. There's a few spots that need touching up with commas ;)


Actually, commas after a sentence rather than a full stop is the correct way to indicate speech if it is followed by more text. I've been doing it the wrong way for a long time now.


That's the same with me but I meant there are a few ares where you need to put more commas.

I'm gonna need more grog...

  • 11.29.2009 3:10 AM PDT