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

Posted by: AssaultCommand
When's the ETA on the upcoming chapter sir?


Well, I've got quite a twist in the works; but I doubt I'll have much time to write for the next few weeks. I've got exams on the 18th, so I'll be busy revising.

  • 01.04.2010 7:26 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Halo 3: Insurrection (Part 34 is now available!) ~ 8/12

Episode 33: Just a note (I know that Halopedia has lied to you before) but Fal's helmet had immobile mandible guards, which would mean he would be unable to test the mouth guard with his mandibles.

Oh, and I probably should've read more comments to see if this has been posted. Sorry if it has but just though I'd point it out.

Amazing story though, this would pass off into proper work, really. (Halo game made from this)

[Edited on 01.04.2010 11:14 PM PST]

  • 01.04.2010 11:13 PM PDT

We're going to delve away from the Chief for a few chapters now. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Any religious insinuations made in this chapter are there purely in the context of the story, and are not intended to cause offence or general sadface-ness.

Part 35 - Buying time

"We're gonna hold up in here for now!" Sergeant Johnson shouted to the soldiers he'd rounded up. Another marine -- a total greenhorn by the look of it, three Grunts, a Jackal and an Engineer. Not the most efficient fighting force.

The group had taken refuge within a small house inside the city. The human, Covenant and Separatist forces had long since breached the tall gates leading into the Flood occupied city. In the distance loomed the Citadel, where the Chief and his task force were hopefully battling in now.

Johnson looked down at the young marine rocking back and forth in the corner. He bent down by the man.

"My arms! I've lost my arms!" the marine screeched, a wild look in his eyes. Alarmed, Johnson glanced at the private. All his limbs seemed to be there.

"Private, pull yourself together! You've got two perfectly good arms just like everyone else," Johnson stole a look at the Engineer with its many tentacles hanging. "Well, like most of us anyway."

The marine grabbed Johnson's shoulders with his hands, squeezing tight. The young man wore a crazed look as he stared into the Sergeant's eyes.

"We need to go back. We need to go fetch them!" Tears were running down the private's face.

Johnson growled in annoyance, firmly grasping the marine's wrists and manipulating his arms so they were before his eyes.

"Your arms are right here marine!"

The man broke out into a relieved grin, laughing.

"My arms! You found them Sarge! You found my arms!" The marine then began to laugh maniacally, before reverting back to his rocking, the same crazed look in his eyes.

Well he ain't gonna be much use in a firefight," Johnson thought to himself in despair, moving away from the traumatised private. He bent down next to the Grunts so was at their level.

"Who's the highest rank out of you three?" Johnson demanded, lighting a cigar as he spoke. The methane breathing aliens moved slightly away from the lighter flame.

"M-me noble one," a silver armoured Grunt chirped nervously.

"Noble one? Ain't nothing noble about me I assure you. What's your name?" the Sergeant asked in a kinder tone, not wanting to further scare the already terrified Grunts.

"Garag sir!" the silver alien gave a salute with its stumpy arm. Johnson nodded.

"Garag, I want you to take your two soldiers, and watch the entrances to the building. Take the Engineer with you and set up some defences with it," he ordered, pointing down the corridor where doors and windows led to the Flood occupied outside. Garag nodded firmly, beckoning for the two other Grunts to follow him, and emitting a high pitched whistle which seemed to attract the absent mind Engineer's attention.

Johnson then turned to the Jackal, who was staring at him with its large, buggy eyes.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?" he asked the Jackal, who nodded before emitting an unfathomable bark.

"Yeah, well I have no idea what you're squawking about. Good thing you ain't the CO. Jackal, head up the stairs with me. We're gonna be sniping, and providing our forces in the city with covering fire. Think you can do that?"

The Jackal cocked its head for a moment, before nodding confidently, grasping the beam rifle it held tightly. Johnson prised the sniper rifle from the magnetic clips on his back, unfolding the weapon. He began loading clips into the rifle as he walked towards the stairs.

"Let's have a little contest of sorts eh? I reckon I can kill more Flood than you, despite the fact you've got that fancy rifle," Johnson boasted to the Jackal, who shook its head, cackling. It then went ahead of Johnson up the flight of stairs.

"Hey, wait up, cheating bastard! And killing infection forms doesn't count!"

* * * * * * * * *

"The last time I was in one of these control rooms, I wiped out every living organism in the Galaxy," the Didact breathed, staring down at the control pad through tears. Tom and Lucy glanced at each other uneasily. What the hell were you supposed to say to something like that?

"Well, obviously not everything. Humanity's here, and so's the Covenant. And there are probably dozens of other intelligent species throughout the Milky Way," Tom offered, in an attempt to cheer the Forerunner up.

"Dozens? There used to be hundreds. We only saved a small percentage of them. I have the blood of trillions on my hands. I don't know if I can do it again if the order comes."

The control room of Sigma Halo possessed an almost serene beauty to it. Incredible to believe that such a tranquil place could destroy everything.

"I have seen no evidence of this infection outbreak. Are you quite certain Creator? I know that at Installation 07 at least, containment protocols have been carried out to the bone."

Tom scowled at the Monitor of the seventh Halo ring. 049 Melancholy Prejudice. It possessed an air of aloofness about it, as if it believed it were better than everything else.

"'Containment'. Precursors above, we were such fools to keep Flood specimens alive. Why did we do it?"

Melancholy Prejudice was more than happy to supply an answer to the rhetorical question.

"It was decided by the Conclave that certain Flood forms would be kept in stasis at the Halo rings for further study. This was due to the fact that the Flood is known to be extra-galactic, and so the ones in this Galaxy could be a small portion of the greater whole. Research into the infection was needed so perhaps a possible cure could be--"

"I know why the Conclave made the decision! I just wish they hadn't. Halo was designed to stop the Flood. But look what happened. My people are gone, and the Flood remain," the Didact sighed once again.

Silence remained in the control room, with Tom awkwardly looking down at the floor. Lucy had gone into one of her trances -- her face was a blank mask devoid of any emotion or thought. The post traumatic stress from Pegasi Delta had been rough on her. And it can't have helped that every single Spartan III fighting alongside her and Tom had died.

"It wasn't always like this you know," the Forerunner suddenly spoke, a reminiscing look about him. "Before the Flood first surfaced on G617, the Forerunner empire spanned across the entire Galaxy."

"G617?" Tom suddenly questioned.

"Yes, a planet on the outer rim. Not the best of names I agree."

"That's odd. G617. Genesis 6:17 -- 'And, behold, I, even I, do bring a flood of waters upon the earth, to destroy all flesh, wherein is the breath of life, from under heaven; and every thing that is in the earth shall die. '" Tom quoted.

"Where did you get that passage from?" the Didact demanded, clearly bemused. Tom frowned.

"The Bible. A holy book from one of humanity's larger religions. Pretty fitting," the Spartan III told the Forerunner.

"Very fitting. A flood unleashed upon the 'Earth', to destroy all flesh. I doubt that's a coincidence, the person who wrote your Bible must have come across a Forerunner terminal documenting first contact with the Flood," the Didact looked thoughtful. Tom laughed.

"Best keep that information to yourself Forerunner. You'll create a religious breakdown if you talk about things like that."

"In my experience, religion brings nothing but trouble. We followed the Mantle to the bone when dealing with the Flood outbreak, but we didn't act fast enough. And the Mantle prevented us from taking any action which could have saved us. By the time the Conclave -- our leaders, of which I was the head -- decided that the Mantle be damned, it was too late. We had been backed into a corner by the Flood. We had no choice but to activate Halo."

"You did what you had to. And what you might have to do again," Tom told the Didact, who shook his head.
"I don't think I'll be able to. Not again. If the time comes, you will have to fire the array."

Tom felt a little uneasy about that, and didn't trust himself to face the Forerunner.

"Yeah, well, hopefully it won't come to that."

[Edited on 01.09.2010 7:21 PM PST]

  • 01.09.2010 7:20 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Halo 3: Insurrection (Part 35 is now available!) ~ 10/1

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

The plasma arc sailed through the vacuum of space, smashing with silence into the shield-less hull of a battered UNSC ship. Small flurries of flame began to cascade along the Halcyon Class Cruiser, before the vessel exploded in a flurry of light.

R'tas clenched his fist in anger.

"Destroy the parasite scow that did that," he breathed, leering out at the scene before him. The ships of the UNSC, Covenant and Separatist Elites were lined up, facing the seemingly infinite wave of the Flood flotilla.

The human AI assigned to help pilot the Shadow of Intent complied with the spoken command, firing the Assault Carrier's multiple pulse-laser turrets, which flew through the space between the two fleets at the speed of light, tearing through the offending ship's shields. A MAC shot fired by a human ship in the armada followed, tearing a deadly hole through the heat of the Cruiser. Flood forms on board the ship were sucked out of the vessel, before their lungs burst and they floated limp in space.

"A solid kill sir," the AI, named Maria, reported. R'tas grinned.

"Bring the Intent further up the line, nearer to the human ships. Our shields are strong, and the humans' are not. We shall bare the brunt of the Flood attack on them."

The Assault Carrier veered sharply to the left, pulling a manoeuvre which would shear a lesser ship clean in half. The Shadow of Intent moved near the faltering UNSC fleet, essentially acting as a giant decoy. The Flood ships targeting the humans instantly responded to this new threat, and soon enough waves of plasma and lasers rippled across the sturdy shields of the Elite flagship.

"Thanks for the decoy Imperial Admiral," the fleetcom voice belonged to relieved Fleet Admiral Harper. "All UNSC ships, push forward and fire on my command!"

R'tas watched as the human ships sailed closer to the Flood vessels, where they would be more effective. The Parasite seemed intent on depleting the Shadow of Intent's shields however, not noticing the human fleet stealing along their blind side.

The Flood are wasting their time anyway, R'tas thought smugly as he stared down at the shield reservoir indicator. The barrier still held at a steady 62%, even after three continuous minutes of concentrated Flood fire.

One of the Flood frigates finally seemed to notice the UNSC ships, but it was too late.

"Fire!" Harper commanded.

Before the frigate's fellows could turn, the humans opened near-point blank fire on the Flood from only a few miles away. The frigate, and in turn the rest of the small flotilla attacking the humans was wiped out in a blazing fire of ARCHER missiles and MAC rounds.

"A worthy blow human," R'tas congratulated the Fleet Admiral. Harper's voice still sounded grim though.

"Merely a thorn in the Flood's side Vadum'. They still have nearly five hundred ships. We have just over half that number, including the Brutes and your ships. We won't be able to hold out much longer -- a few hours at the most."

R'tas nodded understandably, but reminded Harper of the role the fleets were playing in this.

"We are but a distraction Admiral. As you and I both know, the real battle wages on Sangheilios' surface."

Harper sighed over the fleetcom.

"Everything rests on the Chief and his task force. If they fail, we all--"

The voice suddenly went dead. Concerned, R'tas stared out at Harper's ship, the Soul of Ice. Blue fire played across the surface of the Destroyer, and its shields had faded. It did not take long for R'tas to find the source of the attack.

Ten Flood ships had just materialised from an active camouflage, launching an all-out attack on the UNSC flagship. They must have diverted all their power to their weapon systems, for when R'tas gave the sharp order, the blasts thrown at the ships tore through them with ease, not encountering any shielding.

Ten ships sacrificed to take out one. This battle is like a gigantic game of Chess, R'tas thought to himself, scrabbling for the intercom.

"Soul of Ice. Soul of Ice, do you read?" he demanded, receiving nothing but static.
Then a wheezy coughing sounded from the other end of the line.

"This is Harper. God damn it, what the hell was that?" the human Admiral sounded weak.

"Flood surprise attack. We dealt with them, but not before they landed your flagship a crushing blow. What's your status?"

There was silence for a few moments.

"Bad," Harper finally reported. "Engine Maintenance isn't responding, and half the bridge's been torn away. Life support is down."

"Hold on, I'm sending a volley of shuttles to evacuate you."

"Negative Imperial Admiral, this bird could explode at any moment. The fusion core seems to be damaged. We'll hold out as best as we can, those who are able to will head to the life boats."

"Can you reach a life boat?" R'tas demanded nervously.

"I'm afraid not. The Bridge blast doors have sealed, and outside them there's nothing but cold space. Keep fighting, we've got enough oxygen to last a little over an hour."

"And if the fusion core of your ship goes critical?"

Harper paused.

"Then it's been an honour serving with you R'tas. Harper out."

* * * * * * * *

Phillip Eden crawled out of his demolished cell, coughing. Flames flickered around him, the searing heat threatening to end his newly freed life.

A small magnum lay a few feet outside the cell, and Eden picked it up, checking the chamber. Nice and full.

He braced his arms against the wall for a few moments, regaining the orientation he had lost when all nine circles of hell had smashed into the Soul of Ice.

Eden then heard the automated message playing out of a speaker in the detention corridor wall's corner.

"Shields are down. Engine not responding. Life support failed. Fusion Core at near critical levels. Crew members are advised to evacuate to the nearest life boat immediately."

The message then repeated in several different commonly spoke languages. Eden understood all of them.

I need to get the hell off this boat, Eden thought determinedly, staggering on unstable legs to the bottom of a stair case. He stared up at the neon sign embedded into the detention block wall.

LIFE BOAT STATIONS ON UPPER FLOOR.
The capitalised words cut through Eden's shell shocked mind, and he began to clamber up the staircase with a dogged sense of direction. He reached the top, and saw crew members running around frantically. A rough look marine seemed to be trying to impose order on the evacuation effort.

"Please everyone, walk in an orderly fashion, single line. There are enough life boats for every body."

Waiting until the marine was facing the other way, Eden ducked into the writhing crowd, blending in perfectly. He shoulder barged his way past the masses. As it became clear that a particularly dense bunch of people would not budge, Eden drew out his magnum and fired it skywards. The actual bullet tumbled to the ground harmlessly as it hit the tough ship ceiling, but the crack of noise produced by the weapon drew the attention of the crowd, who scurried out of the way with a startled cry.

Eden sidled along the narrow pathway that thus formed, soon reaching the front of the queue forming to get into the lifeboats.

As he attempted to climb inside an empty one, Eden felt a hand grasp his shoulder, and pull him backwards.

"You will wait to be assigned into a group before boarding a lifeboat," the marine instructed firmly, throwing Eden roughly into a few crew members.

A near critical fusion core doesn't give me the luxury of time, Eden decided, bringing his pistol up and pointing it at the marine. As if warned by a sixth sense, the marine looked up from his clipboard to see the barrel of the gun aiming at his heart. Before he could even attempt to move away, Eden's finger closed around the trigger, and the marine fell to the ground.

A new wave of screaming broke out as the crew members behind Eden stared at him in horror. Choosing at random, he grabbed a small woman from the crowd and wrapped an arm around her neck, pointing his pistol at her temple.

"Drop your weapons!" Eden bellowed at the marines who had responded to the gun shot. The soldiers had Assault Rifles aimed at Eden, and looked hesitant to lower them.

"Drop them!" Eden shrieked, driving the gun he held harder into the side of the woman's head. She began to sob pitifully, and this was the trigger that made the marines finally throw their weapons on the ground.

Without even taking the time to say a final, sarcastic remark, Eden back into the lifeboat with his hostage, and hit a button. The door began to seal. Before it did so fully, Eden kicked his hostage out of the lifeboat, and she tumbled to the floor outside. The marines instantly dove for their weapons, aiming them at Eden, but by then the bullet proof doors had all but fully sealed, and the 7.62mm rounds bounced uselessly off the lifeboat pod.

"Sorry chaps, but I ride solo," Eden whispered as he turned to activate the lifeboat controls. He'd take firmer control of the pod later -- right now all he needed to do was put a mile or so between him and the Soul of Ice.

He slammed a fist into the disengage button, and the lifeboat broke away from the Destroyer class ship, sailing out into the expansive reaches of space.

Eden managed to reach a safe distance just before the Soul of Ice's fusion core went critical, and the flagship of the UNSC fleet shattered in a gargantuan explosion.

[Edited on 01.09.2010 7:45 PM PST]

  • 01.09.2010 7:21 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Halo 3: Insurrection (Part 34 is now available!) ~ 8/12

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.

Why'd he have to live? Eden should be dead by now.

  • 01.09.2010 7:41 PM PDT

With any luck, Eden will get assimilated. That's what I'm rooting for. :)

  • 01.10.2010 2:55 AM PDT

I am going to anjoy Eden's death, I can tell it will be... inventive

  • 01.10.2010 7:25 AM PDT

Acta Non Verba

DarkFus10nz

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i bet you he'll go to a elite ship overrun by flood and die while being turned into a flood by an elite cutting him in half

  • 01.10.2010 1:34 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.

Posted by: Ph34r T3h R34p3r
With any luck, Eden will get assimilated. That's what I'm rooting for. :)
"Resistance in futile.We will assimilate you."

  • 01.11.2010 5:13 AM PDT

that was soooo good

  • 01.11.2010 5:04 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.

Oh hell yes that was great. I am looking forward to Eden's (likely violent and graphic) death more than you can imagine.

  • 01.13.2010 6:12 PM PDT

Finally, we learn what happened to our two favourite stranded Elites. And Eden isn't a bad bloke really. He's just pro-human, xenophobic, and quite probably insane.

Part 36 - Return to the homestead

"Hold fast. I hear movement within," Relg cautioned his friend with an emphasised movement of the hand. Malkor grounded to a halt.

The two Light of Helios had scaled the wall of Vadam city in the midst of conflict, trying to keep from getting into a fight. The weapons the two Sangheili had with them were ceremonial for the most part, and Relg didn't trust them to see him through a firefight.

The decision to leave the cave that had for so long been their home had been an easy one. The fighting in and around the city which encompassed the Citadel was more than just an attempt at liberation. It was a final stand. If Relg and Malkor chose not to participate, there would soon be no army to fight on the same side as.

Still, before they could do anything, they'd need weapons. Real weapons.

"The parasite is inside your home?" Malkor questioned, which prompted a frown from Relg.

"Looks to be so brother. Fear not, they will not have found the means to enter the vault. Our weapons are safe, for now."

"What's the plan?"

Relg pondered on the query for a moment, before coming to a final, blunt decision.

"We breach the doors. Take the Flood by surprise. Fall on them before they know what has happened."

Malkor grinned, drawing out his energy cutlass.

"Simple, yet brutal. I like it."

* * * * * * * * *

The bastards have sent the navy on a suicide mission. My navy!, Eden realised as he stared out at the battle before him. The amount of Flood ships dwarfed that of the UNSC, Elite and Covenant ships.

No doubt this was the aliens' plan. They intend for humanity to die on the frontier, so they can take control of Earth when the battle is over. Well it won't happen. Not over my dead body.

Eden glanced around his shuttle, easing himself into the controls. The wreckage of the Soul of Ice still burned, although the fires were fast extinguishing in the vacuum of space. Eden felt a little bad for all the lives that had been lost on the flagship, but knew that a few lives had to be sacrificed so that countless more could be saved.

Quietly, the former Lord Admiral of the United Nations Space Command formed a plan. In fleets like these, there was always a master ship. Eden knew it was so, the Soul of Ice had been it until a few moments ago. With the ship destroyed, total command would pass to the ship of the next officer in precedence of rank.

If he could gain control of that ship, then Eden would be able to access the AIs of all the UNSC fleet using an extremely long code he had long since memorised. He'd pull the human ships back, and let the Flood focus their fire on the alien bigots. No doubt many of them would perish, but that didn't matter to Eden one bit -- no doubt they had their merits but at the end of the day, they simply weren't human.

Then, once the Flood had been weakened up a bit by the Elites and Covenant, humanity would fly in and wipe the zombie bastards out. After that, the aliens wouldn't have the military power to resist a human dictatorship. Finally, the UNSC would get revenge for the war. The Covenant could be forced to work on planets they had so happily glassed, reviving them.

Maybe Eden would make the Engineers equals amongst humanity. They'd been slaves of the Covenant for far too long, and hadn't fought either. No doubt they'd yearn for a flip of the tables too.

A perfect plan indeed. But first it needed to be executed.

Now, which officer would fleet control have passed to with Harper's death? Eden pondered, methodically thinking through a list of officers. Many Admirals had been killed in the previous battle where Eden had been toppled by the usurper Harper and...

Of course, that's who control would have passed to. Captain Graham Daniels.

* * * * * * ** *

"Sergeant...human sir?" the voice of a frightened Grunt carried up the tall staircase. Johnson groaned.

Sergeant human? Had the small alien really forgotten his name in the space of less than an hour? Idiot.

Johnson turned to the Jackal he had been sniping with.

"Keep laying down some covering fire. Oh, and kills you make while I'm gone do not count."

The harsh bark that the Jackal replied with conveyed the alien marksman's meaning perfectly to Johnson.

"Yeah? Well right back at you," he growled at the Jackal, before popping an unlit cigar in his mouth and traipsing wearily down the very grandiose staircase.

He emerged in the lower rooms to see a cluster of Grunts cowering behind a sofa, including Garag, whom Johnson had placed in charge. The Sergeant gritted his teeth angrily, reaching behind the back of the sofa and drawing out Garag.

"You're doing a great job of commanding Garag. I should commend you for a medal," Avery growled at the Grunt, who paled. Obviously it understood the sarcasm, thank God.

"We heard thing outside. [i[Scary[/i] things!" Garag squeaked nervously. The small alien's two fellows chittered in agreement. Johnson was about to shout at them, when he heard the sound of scurrying feet, emanating from outside the doors to the house they'd taken refuge in. Wordlessly, he dropped Garag, and drew out a shotgun from its magnetic clip.

  • 01.16.2010 11:30 AM PDT


"Cover me," he instructed the terrified Grunts, edging towards the door-frame. He posted himself against it, indicating for the Engineer who was attempting to shield the door to leave. With a shrill whistle, the balloon like alien floated away, joining the Grunts who had, once again, hit behind the sofa.

Johnson prepared to rebuke them, when suddenly the door-frame he rested against began to shudder. He heard whispering and sounds from outside.

Then he heard the sickening tone of a breaching charge being place.

With a cry, Johnson hurled himself away from the door, moments before it imploded in a thousand shards of metal. Dust and Flood spores from the outside were caught in the suction, and for a few moments the doorway was shrouded in darkness.

Johnson picked himself up off the ground, rushing blindly into the cloud of dust. For all he knew the Flood intruders could have stolen VISR equipment. Better to meet them close quarters than be picked off whilst unable to see them.

He bumped into something large, and immediately fired a round from his shotgun. He heard a cry of pain, and aimed a heavy blow with the butt of the pump action weapon at the source of the sound. He heard the Flood form trip, yet still could not see.

Just then, a heavy blow crashed into his back, sending him flying into the wall on the far side of the room. The metal where he hit crumpled, and no bones seemed to be broken -- another perk of being a Spartan I was that augmentation made bones stronger.

He spun around, drawing a a Designated Marksman Rifle, aiming it at where he remembered the Flood form had fell. The dust had cleared, and Johnson could now see what he had been fighting.

Two Elites, dressed in ornate and bulky armour.

"Err...hi," Johnson began sheepishly, shouldering his rifle. To his surprise though, the Elite still standing rushed him, knocking the pistol he had quickly drawn out of his hand, and pinning him against the wall. Johnson stared at the Elite incredulous.

"What the hell you playin' at? You can see very well I ain't no Flood form, bastard," Johnson barked at the Elite, who cocked his head.

"Should I put it down Relg?" the Elite pinning him questioned the one lying on the ground, indicating his captive. That was all Johnson needed to hear. He broke the Elite's grasp slightly, drawing a plasma knife out from his belt. Without any hesitation, the Sergeant plunged the sharp end of the weapon into the Elite's hand, pushing him away as the tall, muscular alien cried out with both shock and pain.

Thankfully then, Garag and his two subordinates finally decided to spring into action, jumping out from behind the sofa, aiming charged plasma pistols and loaded Needle Rifles at the stunned Elites who had just entered.

"What is this? Stand down Unggoy!" the Elite Johnson had stabbed commanded. The Grunts exchanged nervous looks, but kept their weapons steady. Johnson took advantage of the distraction caused by the Grunts to draw out his DMR and ram it under the Elite's vulnerable, unshielded throat.
"I'm in charge around here I think you'll find. Drop your weapons," Johnson instructed the Elite and the other named Relg.

"Do as he says Malkor," Relg ordered the other Elite, who began stripping the old, splendid looking weapons from his armour.

"What say you we settle this like real warriors human? No rifles, no swords, no knives; just me, and you," Malkor challenged Johnson, who frowned.

"Why the hell would I risk my life when I've got a fully loaded gun poised in a position to kill you? Dumbass."

"Malkor, enough. It would seem events have transpired since our forced exile. I believe this is a big misunderstanding," Relg soothed his friend, rising into a sitting position.

"Garag, watch him. I'm keepin' an eye on this one. Now, you two, what do you think you're doing? We're on the same side!" Johnson questioned of Relg and Malkor. The brows of both Elites rose considerably.

"The same side? Since when?" Relg asked. Johnson frowned, bemused.

"A few weeks, maybe a bit longer. I've been in cryo for a lot of it. How come you don't know?"

Relg chuckled, and seemed to relax.

"We've been trapped on this planet since the Flood attacked. Malkor and I thought that you humans were still hostile to us. I apologise on behalf of both us Sergeant," the Elite on the floor said, smiling.

"You've survived on this place since the Flood attacked? Damn. Garag, make sure you definitely don't take your eyes of them, these two are hard bastards."

There was a tense moment, and then Johnson burst out laughing, drawing his DMR barrel away from Malkor's neck. Malkor clicked his mandibles together, before drawing back, helping Relg up.

Relg then turned to Johnson.

"Now, human. Do you mind telling me what you're doing in my home?"

  • 01.16.2010 11:31 AM PDT

Acta Non Verba

DarkFus10nz

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He's usings it to defend drom la Flood

  • 01.16.2010 12:39 PM PDT

I'm someone you knew, maybe even were friends with.....but from another time...another place.

The Mayans were the most epic trolls EVAR.

Posted by: Dark Fus10ns
He's usings it to defend drom la Flood

Typing fail.

Anyway, nice part. Noticed how you included the DMR, but I'm wondering why Johnson would use that instead of using the more recent Battle Rifle. Other than that, keep 'em comin!

  • 01.18.2010 4:08 AM PDT

Posted by: IcyColdStare
Posted by: Dark Fus10ns
He's usings it to defend drom la Flood

Typing fail.

Anyway, nice part. Noticed how you included the DMR, but I'm wondering why Johnson would use that instead of using the more recent Battle Rifle. Other than that, keep 'em comin!


Johnson is an expert Marksman; the DMR can reach a further range than the BR. They're two very different weapons.

:)

I'm a little disappointed I've only had a few replies. If you're reading, please post -- it lets me know that it's worth continuing to write.

  • 01.18.2010 8:22 AM PDT

Posted by: Wolverfrog
Posted by: IcyColdStare
Posted by: Dark Fus10ns
He's usings it to defend drom la Flood

Typing fail.

Anyway, nice part. Noticed how you included the DMR, but I'm wondering why Johnson would use that instead of using the more recent Battle Rifle. Other than that, keep 'em comin!


Johnson is an expert Marksman; the DMR can reach a further range than the BR. They're two very different weapons.

:)

I'm a little disappointed I've only had a few replies. If you're reading, please post -- it lets me know that it's worth continuing to write.


if you stop writing ill cry

  • 01.18.2010 9:20 AM PDT

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

Of course it's worth continuing to write, you blithering idiot. =P

Very nice, glad I've managed to catch up but I bet you're getting tired of building it up now, Wolvers. Still sticking with what you told me?

  • 01.18.2010 9:51 AM PDT

Yes, one more part and then we reach the climax. Probably.

There is an epic speech in the next chapter. Seriously, it's like, William Wallace standard :P

And aye, I'm sticking with what I told you Alex. Good to see you around here again. Start writing FFs again, I'm feeling lonely.

  • 01.18.2010 9:53 AM PDT

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

I've got sooooooo many ideas and I'm struggling to choose, I've got one about a Spartan III with some great descriptive and creative language in it and a Mass Effect one about a Quarian named Dana which builds up to ME 2.

Also, I've spent the past 3 days doing courseworkd for art which turns out to be about 10% of my grade, hope it goes well and I've had loads of praise from it and I anxiously await my second English coursework results - hopefully I'll bag another A*.

  • 01.18.2010 10:58 AM PDT

You do art?

I hate the subject. I'm all right at it, I just detest it. Anyway, sounds good. I've had a few GCSE exams today.

I think you should do both the Halo and Mass Effect FF. Although I dislike Quarians. Thieving beggars!

Oops, getting off topic here. Let us continue this conversation in PM.

  • 01.18.2010 11:00 AM PDT

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

Posted by: Wolverfrog
You do art?

I hate the subject. I'm all right at it, I just detest it. Anyway, sounds good. I've had a few GCSE exams today.

I think you should do both the Halo and Mass Effect FF. Although I dislike Quarians. Thieving beggars!

Oops, getting off topic here. Let us continue this conversation in PM.


I used to hate Quarians but I recently found myself growing on them, their portrayl is perfect for some of my ideas.

Also, indeed I do art. I've had quite a talent for it ever since I was 2, hate art teachers though...

  • 01.18.2010 11:10 AM PDT

Why hello there.

Microwave ovens are quite large.

WORT, WORT,WORT!

-NUMS!

Awesome, I was getting worried about those two.

  • 01.18.2010 7:43 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.

Haha! Johnson is still the shiz! How's the sniping match between him and the jackal coming? I'm guessing the epic speech coming is going to be from a gloating Eden?

  • 01.19.2010 1:28 AM PDT