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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.

'Bout time.

  • 11.29.2009 2:21 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.

What a revelation! That was epic!

  • 11.30.2009 4:21 AM PDT

I NEED MORE!! I think i'm addicted....

  • 11.30.2009 6:17 PM PDT

Why hello there.

Microwave ovens are quite large.

WORT, WORT,WORT!

-NUMS!

Posted by: Pashto96
I NEED MORE!! I think i'm addicted....


I've been for a while now.

  • 11.30.2009 9:19 PM PDT

Right guys, some arse has made an imposter account of mine, as you can see here.

So make sure you check if the Wolverfrog posting is a Fabled Member before you believe him.

  • 12.01.2009 1:10 AM PDT
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SAS Halo 3

Posted by: Wolverfrog
Right guys, some arse has made an imposter account of mine, as you can see here.

So make sure you check if the Wolverfrog posting is a Fabled Member before you believe him.


lol. Someone did that to me once too.

He said something like

"I Am you from the Future. Your wife will be a Fat Hooker with Double D breasts."

Then Im like...

"Errm, Isnt that paying YOURSELF out if your me."

Hasnt replied Since. :{ I was looking forward to having a clone. :(

Anyways, Good as Always WF.

  • 12.01.2009 3:00 AM PDT
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Yo, Wolverfrog. Uhmmmm... I do not like the new John in the last two chapters that you've given us... I think he is a little... How can I say this........Animated perhaps, more than the usual spartan.


The spartan fight Would have trully made a good YouTube Vid.

Keep going, I feel like Im reading a Pro-version of the story-line. But keep it Original, or it will bore out a reader.(Im not telling you what to do(Well Im just telling you...) Oh, and I've watched many repeated words. Repetition will always bore out a reader depending on the type of concept, Do you know what I mean? Well, I hope you do.

  • 12.01.2009 6:20 PM PDT
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▀▄Halo2, Halo3, Forge, Slayer, Snipers, BR's...▄▀
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I swear to god wolver a publisher is bound to like this! submit!

  • 12.05.2009 12:47 PM PDT

Posted by: benh66
I swear to god wolver a publisher is bound to like this! submit!


They would look at his age and turn their back, and bungie would want to change a few things. If this did get published, it would not look as it does now.

  • 12.06.2009 1:30 PM PDT

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

Posted by: steadman
Posted by: benh66
I swear to god wolver a publisher is bound to like this! submit!


They would look at his age and turn their back, and bungie would want to change a few things. If this did get published, it would not look as it does now.


Allow me to round that off with a well DUH!

  • 12.06.2009 1:34 PM PDT

Posted by: ajw34307
Posted by: steadman
Posted by: benh66
I swear to god wolver a publisher is bound to like this! submit!


They would look at his age and turn their back, and bungie would want to change a few things. If this did get published, it would not look as it does now.


Allow me to round that off with a well DUH!


Posted by: Mummy
Don't make me kick your ass.


>:(

  • 12.08.2009 12:42 PM PDT

Sorry I've been slacking on the parts lately, exams and coursework have made my time limited.

Part 34 - Breach and clear

"You know Harper, I could help pilot a ship. I'm very good at it actually. What do you say?"

"Fat chance Eden. Keep whining, and I'll send you out on the frontlines," Harper replied. Eden gasped from inside his cell.

"You wouldn't! I don't know a thing about using a rifle!" the disgraced leader pined, his face ashen. Fleet Admiral Harper smirked.

"Rifle? You overestimate my generosity, you'd be lucky if I gave you a M6D."

"When I get out of here Harper, I'm telling you, you will pay," Eden threatened, expression dark and livid. John smiled at the scene as he walked by, checking his weapon. The Spartan glanced at the imprisoned man, narrowing his eyes. Instantly, Eden lost his haughty composure, and scurried into a dark corner of his cell.

"You all set Chief?" Harper had turned in John's direction, his look inquisitive.

"Affirmative."

"Just stick to the plan son, and we'll all get out of this just fine."

John certainly hoped so. Doctor Halsey had come up with a good strategy, which had been refined and tweaked by warfare experts. John was to take command of a small task force, comprised of he, his Spartans, the Arbiter and a few Elites, and two Brute Stalker Commandos. Whilst the main forces would be attacking, they would cut through to the centre of the Flood, where the Gravemind resided underneath the Citadel of Vadam. John would then inject Mendicant Bias, and the virus he held stored into the central hive of the Flood, wiping it out once and for all. Cut off from their main intelligence, the Flood would be confused, making them easy pickings for the soldiers above ground.

That was the plan anyway. But John knew that what was drawn on paper rarely executed exactly out on the field.

He met the rest of his task force inside the hanger of the Soul of Ice. Fred, Kelly and Linda were stood in a corner, checking their weapons and equipment. The Arbiter in his new, gleaming armour stood with another Elite, a Special Operations Commando who John faintly recognised from the battle at the Ark. And stood off to one side, looking sullen and not a little imposing were the duo Brute Stalkers, helmets affixed. How a Brute could be stealthy was beyond the Chief, but somehow the Stalkers managed it.

"We good to go sir?" Linda asked, jamming a third sniper rifle into her pod. John even spotted a Covenant beam rifle in there. He nodded.

"As soon as the green light goes. Everyone ready?"

There were nods from the task force, as they clambered into their assorted pods. The Arbiter came up next to John; he was to be his 'buddy' in the upcoming fight.

"This fight shall be an arduous one Spartan," the Golden Elite said. John nodded slowly, before holding his hand out.

"One we might not survive. I'd just like to say you've been a good soldier to fight alongside Thel...and a friend."

The corners of the Arbiter's mouth curled upwards, and John's hand was soon engulfed by the bony, almost skeletal hand of the Elite.

"And you I. Now come, let us enter our pods."

The Spartan turned away from the Elite, opening the hatch on his SOEV. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the luminous eye of Mendicant Bias staring at him expectantly from within.

"Ah, finally you have decided to grace me with your presence Reclaimer. Do climb in, I believe there is adequate room for both of us," the Forerunner AI implored, and, awkwardly, John managed to fit himself inside the pod, with Mendicant resting on his lap. The hatch of the SOEV swung close with a finale thud.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Die, I mean?" John asked gravely to the Monitor, who blipped twice in affirmation.

"I have lived for over one hundred thousand years John, all of them leading up to this moment. I have scene civilisations rise, and fall; empires conquered, only for a new one to be born from its ashes. I am ready to die, if you can call it that," Mendicant answered with a blunt brutality that John understood. The Monitor had lived most of its existence in perpetual guilt for its betrayal of the Forerunners. This final act was almost like an atonement for him.

"You'll be forever remembered, with gratitude this time, not with hatred," John told the AI, who chuckled.

"And it warms my metaphorical heart to hear that John, truly it does."

Before the Spartan could reply, the green light in the drop bay began to flash, and a moment later John was swivelling around as the HEV prepared to drop. John felt Mendicant Bias squirm ever so slightly.

"Are you quite positive this is safe?" he asked, and John smiled within his MJOLNIR Mark 7 helmet.

"It's safe. Well, most of the time."

"Most of the--?"

The AI was cut off as the launch timer began to bleep, scaring him into silence. John was surprised to learn Mendicant could be afraid. Perhaps he kept his emotional algorithms active to make him feel more...alive.

"Hold on," John warned the Monitor, who looked up at him with what the Spartan assumed to be an incredulous expression.

"Hold on with what?" Mendicant demanded, and John grimaced as he realised that the AI's concern was valid; he had no limbs. Only a spherical chassis and holographic golden blades which extended in different directions from the body, sinking through the floor of the pod.

"Point taken. Activate your shields, trust me, you need to," the Master Chief advised, and a few moments later the AI had erected a golden barrier around him, an inch or two thick.

"Very well, but why?"

As Mendicant finished that sentence, the HEV as well as the others in the group immediately disengaged from the Destroyer, and soon the small pod was in free-fall, fast approaching the tainted atmosphere of Sangheilios below. John heard a shriek as Mendicant found himself slammed into the ceiling of the HEV, his hastily thrown up shields protecting his body from damage.

"Precursors above!" the AI gasped as before his artificial eye, the sky flew by outside of the bullet proof window of the pod.

"You okay?" John shouted out; his armour luckily kept the high speeds and pressure of the fall from affecting his speech. Mutely, the Monitor gave a small bleep of confirmation.

Happy that the most important asset of the upcoming mission was safe, John forced himself to stare out of the window as the pods broke through the visibly brown atmosphere.

What he saw caused dread to rise in his gut. The surface of Sangheilios had been completely and utterly decimated, no life of vegetation save Flood infected biomass could be seen below. One of the flying Flood swarms came inches within the HEV, causing the metal pod to sway slightly.

How on Earth are we supposed to defeat this?

The battle below had already begun, the diversionary one intended to give the task force John led the time it needed to defeat the Gravemind. In the smoke and unnatural fog below, it was nearly impossible to see who was winning. Marines and the Covenant Separatists and Loyalists were being tossed, lifeless, out of the fray, but an equal amount of Flood forms fell too, stumbling out of battle as bleeding husks.

The Arbiters voice echoed in John's ear.

"In all my years, I never thought the domain I once ruled would succumb to such a terrible fate." the Elite's voice was soft, and sombre.

"Worry not friend, the parasite shall pay dearly for this decadence!" another voice answered, surprising John as he realised it belonged to one of the Brute Stalkers in the task force; Commander Icarus. Brutes consoling Elites? Much had changed since the Flood threat had arisen.

As the floor of John's HEV began to grow hot, the Spartan hit a button, activating the rotary blades on top. These spun for a few seconds, slowing the pod down considerably, before disengaging and allowing the HEV to fall many more metres by its own accord.

With a slightly painful jolt, the pod smashed into the dead ground, wedging itself firmly within the lifeless soil. The task force had landed on the opposite side of the main conflict, at the back door of Vadam's Citadel.

John kicked the door open, grabbing his weapons as he did so. He'd chosen an MA5C, and one of the newer experimental UNSC weapons, which somehow fused human bullet technology with the advanced Covenant plasma technology. The bullet fired would generate a miniscule magnetic field around it, attracting plasma whilst preventing it from melting the projectile. The plasma coated bullet would then smash into the enemy, doing twice the damage a bullet by itself would do, and dealing twice as much penetration as plasma would on its own. The weapon had been named the Symbiosis, due to it being the first weapon collaborated between the United Galactic Council. Mendicant Bias floated behind him, still seeming a little shaken by the drop.

It killed things, and that's all John really cared about. He looked around as one by one, the rest of the task force exited their own pods, coming to look at what had once been the majestic Citadel of Vadam.

Now it could only be described as a monstrosity; Flood biomass covered the entirety of the tall structure, giving it the semblance of being alive. John felt a golden plated shoulder brush his, shaking. He turned to see the Arbiter, ashen faced and wide eyed.

  • 12.08.2009 1:49 PM PDT

"I once lived here, for many a year. To see what has become of it now is greatly upsetting."

"Well nothing will be here soon, once we've blown the hell of this cesspit," Fred remarked, coming up with his shotgun. Thel's lower mandibles began to tremble, and John sent Fred an angry look, annoyed that the Spartan could be so cold.

"It's for the best," John stated, unable to think of anything better to say. "Kelly, Linda, assemble the charge."

The two female Spartans began to assemble the two separate sections of the breaching charge, which had been divided so it could travel in orbit within two pods. Eventually, the bomb was ready.

The Brutes then made use of their raw strength, hefting the heavy bomb between them. Kelly and Linda could have handled it easily, but it was heartening to see the Stalkers wished to help. They set the charge by the huge back door of the Citadel, moving back nervously as a large tentacle growing out of the door began to swing, as if it were sensing the air before it.

John took a look at the task force behind him, all of them brave and capable soldiers. He walked up to the large bomb, hand resting just above the button which, when pressed, would cave in the door with an explosion a few seconds after being armed.

"Everyone green?"

Seven green lights winked within John's helmet, prompting a small smile from him. ONI had upgraded the Elite and Brute armour systems (or at least the systems of those in the task force) with status indicators shortly before drop, which would make for easier communication between the group.

"Then let's do this."

John armed the breaching charge.

  • 12.08.2009 1:50 PM PDT

Posted by: Wolverfrog
Sorry I've been slacking on the parts lately, exams and coursework have made my time limited.

Part 34 - Breach and clear



and you havent been playing modern warfare 2 ;)

  • 12.08.2009 3:17 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.

AH, coming home from holidays to a shiny new chapter of Insurrection. You spoil me Wolvie ;D

  • 12.08.2009 9:26 PM PDT

Oh my god oh my god oh my god!

"jumps from foot to foot"

  • 12.09.2009 1:48 AM PDT

Weapon of mass construction.

a story this good could only have come from someone who's mum is a black man. haha nice one spectre

  • 12.09.2009 9:35 AM PDT

Posted by: Paranoia UK II
a story this good could only have come from someone who's mum is a black man. haha nice one spectre


Paranoia! Long time no see/speak! My LIVEs off, as Alex might have told you. Anyway, maybe we can speak on MSN or something.

And yes, I have been playing MW2 :)

  • 12.09.2009 10:02 AM PDT

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

Posted by: Paranoia UK II
a story this good could only have come from someone who's mum is a black man. haha nice one spectre


And still, you seem to be a degenerate whore. But we still love you, Paranoia ;)

  • 12.09.2009 10:14 AM PDT

Posted by: Wolverfrog
Posted by: Paranoia UK II
a story this good could only have come from someone who's mum is a black man. haha nice one spectre


Paranoia! Long time no see/speak! My LIVEs off, as Alex might have told you. Anyway, maybe we can speak on MSN or something.

And yes, I have been playing MW2 :)


I KNEW it!

  • 12.09.2009 11:40 AM PDT
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This last chapter was short but very well written.

  • 12.10.2009 3:10 PM PDT

Posted by: Trancient Ghost
This last chapter was short but very well written.


:)

  • 12.12.2009 4:33 AM PDT

Acta Non Verba

DarkFus10nz

Check out www.nextgenwalkthroughs.com for the ultmate walkthrough experiace!

awsome

  • 12.13.2009 12:35 PM PDT

AL is preventing me from having fun. It is also preventing a lot of people from having fun. People who defend AL say they can live without it. It is obviously unfair in many ways.

SO WHY DON'T WE REMOVE/TWEAK IT?

Also, yes, I do goose.

I can't wait for the next part... and the next part in TS! :)

  • 12.31.2009 8:16 PM PDT