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Subject: [Story] Halo 3: Insurrection (Part 34 is now available!) ~ 8/12

The gloating Eden shall come later. If you're reading, please comment, just so I know I'm not wasting my time.

Part 37 - Rallying the troops

Captain Daniels, the newly appointed head of the UNSC fleet by default, bit the lower half of his lip nervously.

He was expected to just take up the mantle and lead the fleet to glorious victory. The truth was that Daniels didn't have a clue about what to do. The Flood had stopped firing for a few moments, and seemed to be recharging their ship shields. The fleets attacking them were content to let them do so -- their own shields could do with a bit of a boost.

That give him time, then, to assimilate control over the armada he now commanded. Thankfully, he wasn't alone in the battle.

"Steel yourself for what must be done Captain. There shall be time to grieve after the battle," the Prophet of Equanimity consoled him through a video link.

"The Prophet speaks the truth human. You must now keep a sound mind, if we are to buy our ground forces enough time," Imperial Admiral R'tas 'Vadum concurred, folding his arms.

"Thank you for your wise words. What do you think I should do now?" Graham questioned the two other leaders. R'tas stroked his jaw thoughtfully.

"Take advantage of this temporary cease fire in order to reorientate your fellows. Send out ships to recover the lifeboats which escaped detonating ships," R'tas began to advise. "I then suggest you make a speech to your warriors; they will be disheartened due to the destruction of your flagship. Rekindle the flame that now burns dimly inside of them."

"And be prepared. The Flood could attack once again at any moment. Keep your shields up at all times," Equanimity cautioned, with a knowing waggle of the finger.

"Keep your wits about you Captain. We know you will do Harper proud," R'tas finished off.

"Roger that. Daniels out."

The video link cut off.

Graham sighed, taking a quick swig of Vodka. Not enough to addle his mind though. He then moved to a secure intercom, and signalled the 3rd Fleet, instructing them to recover all lifeboats giving out a beacon. The Lieutenant Commander who had replaced the now dead Captain who had commanded the fleet affirmed his orders.

Make a speech to your warriors. The words of R'tas ringed inside Graham's mind. He'd never been very good at speeches -- his brother was a politician, not he. Still, R'tas had been right in saying that morale was at a low. It would hearten the soldiers to hear their leader's voice.

Coming to a decision, the Captain opened up a UNSC fleet wide communications link, taking in a deep breath. He was aware that countless humans would be listening to his every word.

"Men and women of the United Nations Space Command Navy," he began formally, pacing up and down the secluded command bridge. "This is Captain Graham Daniels speaking, acting commander of the UNSC. I want to begin this speech by commending every last one of you for your service today. We are, all of us, making history on this day. A thousand years from now, seminars and lectures will be held on our actions. Every previous conflict in human history pales in comparison to this battle. Even the Battle of Reach is dwarfed by the conflict we are now engaged in."

Daniels wasn't sure whether or not he was making a complete fool of himself, but he decided to trudge on regardless.

"For we are not just fighting over resources, or to gain land, or even to protect a colony. We are fighting, my fellow humans, to put to rest once and for all the deadliest threat this galaxy has ever faced."

He took a drink from his flask to wet his lips.

"The Forerunners, an ancient race which existed 100,000 years ago, were destroyed by the Flood, as I'm sure you all know. But they were not humanity. They lacked the drive we possess, the adaption we possess. Our fighting spirit. We held out against the Covenant Empire when they were engaged in their genocidal campaign, and not only that; we beat the technologically and numerically superior Covenant and sent them scurrying into the nearest asteroid cluster they could find. And now, they and the Elites turn to we, humanity, for help to defeat a common and greater enemy."

"I won't lie, many of you will die out there today. But you will die with the taste of victory on your lips, and years from now, people will look back at you all as heroes, as saviours who fought for their very existence. The Flood think they can just roll over humanity, and that we will lie down and let them. I implore you, my friends -- my brothers and sisters -- to show them just how wrong they are! We will hold the line together, as one, and we shall force the Flood back into whatever dark corner of space they dared to creep out from!"

Suddenly, a wave of cheering broke out from the other ends of the fleetcom, the sound nearly deafening Graham. He blinked, snapping out of the trance like state he had entered when making his speech.

Did I really just say all that? he wondered in reverie, wearing a foolish grin. Glancing around the command bridge, he saw that the Ensigns and Lieutenants who helped him pilot the Galapagos were staring up and him with nothing but pure respect and admiration.

"Quite a speech human. You even sent a shiver down my spine," R'tas praised, appearing on a video screen.

"You were listening in?" Daniels questioned, slightly disturbed by the fact that his speech -- aimed at humans alone -- had reached alien ears.

"My curiosity got the better of me I'm afraid. You have successfully rallied your troops, far better than I would have ever hoped. There is no doubt in my mind that every soldier in every UNSC ship would die in the name of your species this day," the Elite told Graham. The Captain frowned -- was what R'tas said true? He didn't like the idea of deaths being on his hands, even if indirectly.

"If luck is on our side, hopefully it won't come to that Imperial Admiral."

* * * * * * * *

  • 01.19.2010 9:12 AM PDT

"We've been holed up here for a while now. Outside got too hot, and our unit had been drastically reduced in size. Most of it is out there now, fighting unwillingly for the other side," Sergeant Johnson explained, talking even as he lined up his sniper scope with the head of a Flood Tank form. The beast was engaged with a few ODSTs, and seemed to be winning the fight.

"You've done a good job defending this place," Relg complimented, reclining in a chair underneath a portion of the roof which still stood standing.

"Of course," Johnson stated modestly, pulling the trigger of the sniper as he did so. The .60 calibre round cut through the air, embedding firmly in the cranium of the Tank form. It raised it's large, clumsy hands to its head for a moment, as if in puzzlement. The body still hadn't realised the mind was dead. After a few seconds though, it tumbled to the ground, where it lay still evermore.

The ODSTs which had been fighting it looked towards the source of the killing shot, and through his scope Johnson saw them give a salute of thanks. Even though he knew they wouldn't be able to see it, Johnson saluted back.

"The Engineer helped; setting up turrets and shields. He doesn't speak much -- I don't think he even understands what's going on to be honest. Still, he's damn good at his job, I'll give him that."

The Jackal beside Johnson fired a shot, causing the floor he was lying on to tremble ever so slightly.

"So Relg, what's your plan? I hope you don't plan to sit in that chair drinking tea all day," he frowned at the Elite, who put his mug down with a chuckle.

"Don't be ridiculous. I plan on leaving with Malkor as soon as he has gathered up our weapons. I'd prefer to be modest now, but I really can't -- we are both incredible warriors. Together, we will make a real difference in the battle," Relg explained, looking awkward as he described his skill.

"Oh yeah? And where do you plan to go? Will you link up with the main army?" Johnson questioned further, letting loose another round; one which threw a small Flood soldier which was operating a turret out of its seat and into a pool of its own blood.

"I doubt it. We would be too constricted by the masses. No, we'd probably work best as a separate force, cutting through on our own. You say a task force has been sent to infiltrate the Citadel?" the Light of Helios questioned.

"Yeah, led by the Master Chief. We're all just one big diversion really, the real battle will take place inside the heart of that palace over there. They're planning on killing the Gravemind."

Relg's brow rose, and he scratched his chin thoughtfully.

"Truly? Then it would seem our destination is the Citadel; we will link up with the task force and assist them in taking down their target," the Elite stated boldly. Johnson was so surprised by his words that the next shot he fired missed its target, nearly hitting a Brute Chieftain swinging around a Gravity Hammer.

"You're going inside the Citadel? Are you crazy? There's an entire legion of Flood between us and those front doors."

"And that legion shall soon be reduced to dust," Relg proclaimed proudly, pounding his chest.

"The two of you will never make it on foot. You'll be picked off by sniper's as soon as you enter their field of site."

There was silence for a few moments.

"Not if we move too fast for them to shoot us," Relg mused, smiling. Johnson narrowed his eyes at him.

"What do you mean?" he asked. The Light of Helios informed the Sergeant of his plan. Johnson digested the information for a few moments before replying.

"You're insane. Your plan is insane. I'm coming with you."

* * * * * * * *

"I'm picking up a blip sir," Petty Officer Jacobs reported to his superior, indicating the radar on the Longsword fighter's dashboard.

"Another lifeboat?" Ensign Lawson asked Jacobs, leaning forward. The PO nodded.

"Looks like it. Air supplies are low; it seems to be from the Soul of Ice. Strange, I didn't think any lifeboats got clear of the explosion..."

"We're close to bingo fuel Jacobs. Do you think we should?"

"With all due respect sir, the shuttle's life support seems to be failing. If we head back to refuel now, the occupants could be dead by the time we return."

Lawson sighed, wrestling with the choice before him. He was receiving a visual now, and sure enough, saw a lifeboat spinning around in free float. Finally, a decision was made.

"All right, let's help these people. Move closer and attach the shuttle Petty Officer. We'll both head on board and move the survivors onto the Longsword. Then we'll head back to the Galapagos, Captain Daniels is going to need us at the controls when the fighting breaks out again."

* * * * * * * * * *

Ten minutes later, Phillip Eden stood impassively over the motionless corpses of Petty Officer Jacobs and Ensign Lawson. The pistol he held in his hand trailed smoke, and his grimy Admiral's uniform was splattered with blood.

"Forgive me, I did what had to be done," Eden whispered, bending down and sliding the two naval soldier's eyes closed.

The two had docked with Eden's shuttle, and had soon boarded. The scene they had found was not one they had expected. Rather than a shuttle full of relieved crew members, they had found a disgraced Admiral they believed dead aiming an M6C at them.

Why hadn't they just stood down? I would have been content to just tie them up and leave them unharmed, Eden thought regretfully. But no, the two had immediately tried to reach for their assasult rifles, and had left Eden with no choice other than to kill them. A more skilled soldier could have perhaps merely maimed them badly; but Eden was not such a man. He'd actually missed the second shot, and had been forced for a few seconds to listen to Lawson's screams of pain.

Remorse could come later; right now Eden had a job to do. No, not a job, a duty. To his species.

Stepping over the bodies, Eden moved into the Longsword, shutting the door on the gruesome scene he left behind.

Expertly, he started up the Longsword engine and detached from the now lifeless shuttle. With careful deliberation, he input the coordinates for the UNSC Galapagos, and began to prepare his plan.

  • 01.19.2010 9:15 AM PDT

Acta Non Verba

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Eden aint getting onto gods garden of eden (heaven)

  • 01.19.2010 9:39 AM PDT

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

Great part, but I can't help but think that there's still a lot more to come than you've planned.

You've got a few commas missing in the first part and some of the dialogue was a little predictable - loved the speech though. And yes of course it's worth continuing!

  • 01.19.2010 9:48 AM PDT

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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.

Nice long part there, and somehow I don't quite believe you that there is so few parts to go, it feels like there would need around 10 more to truly finish it!

And of course it's worth continuing. We really need to work on getting these stories on Comm Chatter (albeit with a careful note about canon, or lack thereof).

Keep writing, you say you're so close!

  • 01.19.2010 1:41 PM PDT

i really wish you quoted wallace hahah but that part was sick

  • 01.19.2010 2:46 PM PDT
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wort wort wort

love your writing wolverfrog keep it up, I've read every one of your stories.

By the way, have you read the Ender series?

  • 01.19.2010 7:55 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Halo 3: Insurrection (Part 37 is now available!) ~ 19/1
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Heroes Are Remembered, Legends Never Die.

One Shot One Kill, No Luck Just Skill.

I would just like to say again i am absolutely loving evereything that you write Wolverfrog also i want to say can you please write some more True Sangheili, i really like that series.
Please write some more ODST Memoirs II.

P.S Can i have your gamertag so i can play you online???

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*Over And Out*



[Edited on 01.21.2010 10:40 AM PST]

  • 01.20.2010 9:59 AM PDT
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Heroes Are Remembered, Legends Never Die.

One Shot One Kill, No Luck Just Skill.

thanks assaultcommand

  • 01.21.2010 10:40 AM 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.

Posted by: NWAA
I would just like to say again i am absolutely loving evereything that you write Wolverfrog also i want to say can you please write some more True Sangheili, i really like that series.
Please write some more ODST Memoirs II.

P.S Can i have your gamertag so i can play you online???

NWAA
*Over And Out*

I'm pretty sure his XBL is broke at the moment. What's going on? Oh, and what's the ETA for any upcoming chapter of anything?

  • 01.21.2010 8:50 PM PDT
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Heroes Are Remembered, Legends Never Die.

One Shot One Kill, No Luck Just Skill.

Thanks Again AssaultCommand, pm if you want more hands and stuff!

Anyway when Wolverfrog said he didn't know if it was worth carrying on I was like -.- so I messaged in double speed.


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Posted by: NWAA
I would just like to say again i am absolutely loving evereything that you write Wolverfrog also i want to say can you please write some more True Sangheili, i really like that series.
Please write some more ODST Memoirs II.

P.S Can i have your gamertag so i can play you online???

NWAA
*Over And Out*

I'm pretty sure his XBL is broke at the moment. What's going on? Oh, and what's the ETA for any upcoming chapter of anything?
thanks for telling me

  • 01.23.2010 8:50 AM PDT

I might find time to start a part of True Sangheili today. Anyway, I found time to finish off part 38 of Insurrection, so here it is.

Eden, you bastard!

Part 38 - Infiltration

CPO Mendez wasn't as young as he used to be. Whilst he wanted nothing more to be fighting on the ground, his health problems made this impossible. He'd never taken to the Spartan I augmentations as easily as Sergeant Johnson had.

It hadn't been all that much of a problem when he'd been younger, but the recent months had taken their toll upon him. He'd have been more of a hindrance than a help on Sangheilios.

So, to his dismay, Mendez had been assigned to sentry duty on the UNSC Galapagos.

One of the Longswords which had been sent out on a rescue mission was fast approaching the Galapagos. Sensors indicated it was low on fuel. Sighing at his misfortune, Mendez hailed the small Longsword.

"Lima Romeo 264, hold where you are please," he instructed the pilot of the Longsword. The small fighter ground to a halt, just inside the kill zone.

"Is there a problem Galapagos?" a muffled voice replied, the voice coming from the Longsword.

"You sound distorted Lima Romeo, what's wrong?" Mendez questioned suspiciously.

"Radio transmitter got smashed against an asteroid, I got careless," the voice replied, that of a man's. He seemed to have an English accent, although it was hard to tell through the distortion.

"Roger that." There were plenty of asteroids in the space above Sangheilios, nothing strange there. "Lima Romeo, I'm going to ask you the question you were assigned before you left on the Longsword."

It was a precautionary measure, in case the ship was captured by the Flood. If everything was above board, then the pilot would reply 'Alpha.' If he was under duress, then the pilot would answer 'Omega.' The question had been designed by Admiral Eden before his treachery, and so far had lead to seven ships being detected and subsequently destroyed.

There were a few tense moments, as Mendez's finger held over the button which would send a pulse laser straight at the Longsword.

"Alpha," the voice finally replied. Mendez let out a sigh of relief.

"Affirmative, you are cleared to dock. An armed response team will meet you as you exit your craft, do not be alarmed."

"Copy."

A few moments passed in which the docking clamps latched on to the Longsword, securing it. As the small craft was lowered gently through the shield door into the docking bay, an armed unit of three rushed past Mendez, all of them holding MA5Cs. The bullets in the gun were softer than usual, so that they wouldn't penetrate the ship's hull if fired.

Mendez stayed in his booth, bored. The same routine had been happening all day, with ships moving back and forth. As he often did, the CPO reminisced about the old days, fighting with Johnson and the other surviving Spartan Is in the early days of the Covenant war -- after the IIs had been trained. The Spartans Mendez were trained were incredible -- of course they were, Mendez had trained them after all --, but there simply weren't enough of them. And when funding for a second class had been put on hold, Mendez and the other S Is had been approached by a division of ONI.

The Spartan I project, had been, for the most part, a failure. A tiny percentage of the candidates had survived. Still, the ones that had were better than the average marine.

And so a little task force of Spartan Is had been formed. Mendez had led them, with Johnson as his second in command. They'd fought in the early years of the war, making quite a difference. Sometimes they'd even fought alongside the Spartan IIs, and had given them quite a run for their money too. Their identities had been masked at all times, and most soldiers who had seen them in action thought them prototype robots built to fight in the war.

Good days, Mendez thought ruefully. Of course, it hadn't lasted. One by one, the Spartan Is had fallen, until only Mendez and Johnson remained. And when Mendez had been approached by Colonel Ackerson to train the newest class of Spartans, the Spartan IIIs, that had been the end of his adventures. He hadn't seen Johnson since, not until a couple of months ago.

Even the Spartan IIIs were gone now, mostly. The only two who remained were Tom and Lucy. Then again, Gamma team had shipped out shortly before the attack on Onyx. Hundreds of them, little more than teenagers, albeit teenagers stronger than 21 year old Olympic athletes. Where the hell were they? Probably dead as well, killed on some suicide mission.

The door to the Longsword was sliding open now. The marines securing the landing had their rifles pointed in the opening.

Suddenly, a small object was tossed down the ramp where it rested at the foot of the marines. Mendez jumped out of his chair, staring through the bulletproof glass of his boot with dread.

One of the marines looked down, and nudged the small canister with the barrel of his rifle. Greenhorn kid, by the looks of it.

Mendez knew what the canister was, and quickly turned his eyes away from the small object. Almost immediately after he did so, the object exploded in a flurry of light.

The armed marines stumbled back, all the photosensitive cells in their retina momentarily activated at once, clouding their vision. Before Mendez could react, rifle fire came out from inside the Longsword, ripping through the armour of the marines before they knew what hit them.

They tumbled to the ground, motionless. Mendez felt his heart constrict, and willed himself to calm down. A heart attack wouldn't be good at a time like this.

He tore back the cover of a shelf on the wall, and grabbed from the rack an 8 gauge shotgun. He put a Kevlar body suit on, before affixing a fully encompassing helmet upon his head. As an afterthought, he grabbed a Jackal shield and affixed the gauntlet to his wrist.

A figure was striding down the ramp of the Longsword now. Mendez posted against the corner of a wall, breathing deeply. Pumping the shotgun, he swung out of cover, aiming at the figure. He fired a shot without even shouting a warning, the shotgun kicking back against his hands.

To his dismay, the rounds merely dissipated against a kinetic barrier which suddenly formed in front of the man. He was wearing one of the new prototype shielding systems, developed by humans with the help of some Engineers who had stayed loyal to them, even when the Elites had begun an insurrection.

Not good.

"Throw down your weapon soldier and I won't kill you," the figure shouted, with an air of authority. Mendez looked down at his weapon, and looked at the shielding equipment which twisted around the blood stained Admiral's uniform the man wore.

Sighing, Mendez dropped the shotgun on the ground, kicking it away. He dropped onto his knees and lifted his hands up in the air.

The figure moved over, and with a shock Mendez realised he recognised the face.

"Eden?" he whispered in disbelief. "But, you're dead!"

"I escaped the Soul of Ice in time. Lucky me. Now tell me soldier, where is Captain Daniels?" Eden demanded, aiming his rifle at Mendez's beating chest. The CPO spat on Eden's boots.

"Go to hell. I'm not telling you," he told the treacherous Admiral defiantly. Eden smiled, shaking his head.

"Oh you will tell me soldier. Or I'll have to go through the ship and kill some other people until I find someone who will tell me," Eden threatened.

"What do you want with the Captain?" Mendez questioned. Eden looked at him quizzically for a second, before laughing.

"I'm not killing him! No, I won't do that. Think of me what you want soldier, I'm acting in the best interests of humanity. Join me, I'll see to it you're rewarded afterwards."

"No thanks," Mendez declined with scorn.

"What a shame. Regardless, tell me where he is," Eden flicked the safety of his rifle.

"You're a traitor. He's up in the bridge, obviously. Where else would he be?"

"I don't know. He could have been in the observation deck. He could have been asleep. He could've been anywhere, this is a big ship. Anyway, are you sure you won't come with and help me?"

"No," Mendez gritted out.

"Oh well."

The shots fired smashed into Mendez's chest with an air of finality, ripping through the Kevlar vest like a hot knife through butter. With a cry, the CPO sprawled backwards.

"Terribly sorry mate, but, well, I can't have you sounding an alarm or anything like that," Eden bent down to Mendez's level. The CPO was gasping for breath, shuddering violently. Eden regarded him with sympathy, taking off his helmet.

"This is a good death. An honourable one. There is no shame in this. Your duty and dedication to your cause will be remembered. When this is over, I'll make sure you have a fitting funeral. Rest in peace."

Mendez could only watch as Eden stood up, gave one last, regretful look down at the CPO's bleeding body, and walked off in the direction of the bridge, reloading his rifle.

I've led a good life. Without the Spartans that I trained, humanity would have been wiped out long ago. I'm ready to die.

That was the last thought Mendez had before he fell into the murky well of the abyss, exhaling his final breath.

  • 01.24.2010 1:29 AM PDT

* * * * * *

Lord forgive me, Eden prayed as he moved down the long, silent corridors of the Galapagos, moving in the direction of the bridge.

He made sure to use an override code, locking most of the crew in their rooms. That would stop any unexpected interruptions.

Eden rounded the corner, and came face to face with a security guard. After a moments hesitation, the guard swung a fist at Eden's face, sending him sprawling backwards. Eden knew the next few seconds were vital, and so, ignoring the pain, drew out his Assault Rifle, pointing it at the frozen guard.

I could knock him out -- but what if he wakes up before I'm finished? He could sound the alarm. No, there is only one option.

Eden squeezed the trigger, letting five rounds exit the rifle, and embed themselves in the guard's chest.

Checking for certain that the man was dead, Eden moved along, once again reloading his rifle. He was wasting nearly full magazines, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

Finally, he ascended some stairs and came to a pause just at the mouth of the corridor leading to the command bridge. Two marines stood outside, smoking and each holding a cup of coffee. Without slowing down his stride, Eden attached a silencer to his rifle and shot each of them once in the head. The cups of coffee splashed to the ground, and the two marines slumped.

Moving over to a security panel by the heavy blast door which cut off the bridge from the rest of the ship, Eden rested his hand on it. His authorisation levels hadn't been deleted yet, and Eden had full control of the command bridge.

Captain Daniels was located in his own, sealed compartment, where he held meetings. Perfect.

With a few small movements, Eden depressurised the lower half of the command bridge, where most of the crew was. Daniels would be safe. Oxygen levels fell, and through one of the security cameras inside the room, Eden could see the crew suffocate to death, wondering what was happening. One by one, they all toppled, until no more remained alive.

I'm going to burn in a very special level of hell for this, Eden thought grimly, before reminding himself that this was all for the greater good.
He strapped an oxygen mask to his face, breathing in deeply a few times. Then, he opened the first door which led to the command bridge. The system worked on a gate like mechanism. One door had to be closed for the other to open. Eden stepped into the gap between the first and second gate. Slowly, the first closed, which then prompted the second to open.

Eden suddenly found himself in a vacuum. The anti gravity technology -- UNSC ships no longer used gyrating centres to create artificial gravity -- had also been shut down, and the Admiral found himself rising through the air.

At the far end of the room was the entrance to the upper command bridge, where Captain Daniels and the system which would allow Eden to take basic control of every ship in the UNSC fleet lay. Bracing himself, he pushed himself away from the wall, floating without any gravity or air resistance battling against him. At one point, a suffocated corpse drifted past him, and Eden could not suppress a shudder. After a few moments, he reached the flight of stairs leading to Daniels, and grabbed on to the railings of the staircase to stop himself from floating.

With precision, Eden began to move himself up the stairs, coming to a rest outside the airtight door. There was another security panel beside it, which Eden easily gained control of. This time, he didn't drain oxygen levels, and merely started up the door opening process.

Halfway between the two 'gates', Eden took of his oxygen mask, and drew out his rifle, flicking the safety off. This was it, this was everything he'd been leading up to.

The second door swung open into Captain Daniels' upper command bridge.

Waiting for him inside was an armed Captain, and five Elite Rangers, alert and all aiming plasma rifles at him.

Crap.

  • 01.24.2010 1:30 AM PDT

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

Amazing part there, also sensed a small Doctor Who reference there.

I must say that a few parts didn't make much sense and there were some minor grammar errors, but that didn't detract from the excitement of reading this chapter.

Great work as usual, I hope Eden has a creative death - perhaps you could pull off the flame death from Sherlock Holmes ;) - and I eagerly await the next chapter.

  • 01.24.2010 3:16 AM PDT
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Do not waste your tears, I was not born to watch the world grow dim. Life is not measured in years, but by the deeds of men.

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We should know better, because we are better.

According to Dante's divine comedy Eden is going to the 9th circle of hell to Caina or Ptolomaea. Just some useless knowlege.

  • 01.24.2010 12:31 PM PDT

Man, I hate Eden. One guy does all this! I hope God kerb stomps him when he gets up there.

  • 01.24.2010 4:42 PM PDT

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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.

Nooooooo! -blam!-ing NOOOOOOOOOOO! YOU CAN'T KILL MENDEZ!

The best I can hope for is a one-way trip to a Flood Ship. That would be awesome.

  • 01.24.2010 8:02 PM PDT
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wort wort wort

"This is a good death. An honourable one. There is no shame in this"

watched the movie serenity lately?

  • 01.24.2010 9:28 PM PDT

Posted by: lach
"This is a good death. An honourable one. There is no shame in this"

watched the movie serenity lately?


:D

<3 Firefly + Serenity.

  • 01.24.2010 11:27 PM PDT
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Amazing like usual of course, but this chapter does seem a little rushed but do not mind me I am not an expert.

Also thanks for telling me that your going to finish True Sangheili.

NWAA

  • 01.25.2010 11:00 AM PDT

I don't think that's possible due to copyright issues. Thanks for the offer though.

  • 01.25.2010 12:01 PM PDT