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Just read three more parts. Too...awesome *Head Asplodes*

  • 05.19.2010 8:06 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.

Woah man, epic epic epic! Not long until the 50-chapter milestone!

Max! Good to see you here! How's it going?

  • 05.20.2010 4:00 AM PDT
Subject: [Novel] Halo 3: Insurrection (Part 49 available!) ~ 20 May

Well, Insurrection will, if all goes according to plan, be finished by Chapter 52, with a lengthy Epilogue chapter afterwords to close the book on this. There won't be many loose ends, except those I'll leave to your imagination.

Part 49 - Cole's triumph

Cole stared up at the gigantic video-screen on the deck of his Marathon class ship, named the UNSC Hastings. Aesthetically, the ship was very similar to his old one, the Everest, but it lacked that spark of magic. Still, it would do. The video-screen was displaying the Flood fleet, split up into three groups and looking to be in anticipation. Cole smiled dryly.

"They look ready," he observed shrewdly. His plan had depended on them being clustered together as they had been before. "Ensign Hall, perform a sweep of this vector! Search for any areas where light is refracted around an object."

The woman he had barked the order to looked a little perplexed, but followed through with it anyway. Cole stared out of the observation window, narrowing his eyes at the space between his fleets. After a minute or so, Ensign Hall spoke up, sounding surprised.

"I've found a refraction, sir!" she called to Cole, who turned around expectably. After a prompt, she gave him the bearings.

"Launch an Archer missile at that location!" he commanded, almost grinning. He loved being right.

"Sir? There's a Covenant ship on the other side of that bearing," one of the other Ensigns protested.

"Just do it."

An Archer missile was fired from the underbelly of the Marathon class ship, sailing with pinpoint accuracy towards its intended destination. He heard a gasp reverberate throughout his bridge crew as the missile soared, looking for all the world as if it was about to hit the Covenant ship. Cole rolled his eyes at their melodrama. Suddenly, though, its flight path was interrupted as it crashed into something which just a few minutes ago hadn't been there.

The Archer exploded, and destroyed the small Flood scout ship which had been sitting still with active camouflage technology engaged. Cole didn't have to turn around to know that everyone was stunned. He merely nodded to himself, before hurrying down the steps, scratching his bristly beard absently, knowing he was in desperate need of a shave.

"What was that, sir?" a cry came from the midst of the bridge crew.

"A spy, Lieutenant," Cole answered curtly, activating a fleet wide connection. "The Flood heard my plan," Cole told them, feeling an urge to laugh. The face of R'tas Vadum' appeared in the upper right of the video-screen, looking concerned.

"Blast! How?"

"They've had a scout in the middle of our ships, Imperial Admiral. It's probably been there for hours."

R'tas growled, thumping his fist on the armrest of his large, ornate chair. Cole was enjoying himself immensely.

"You don't seem awfully worried about this," Equanimity observed shrewdly.

"That's because I'm not, Prophet," Cole answered tartly. He always called them by their rank, or species. Never their actual names. "The Flood only found out about Plan B."

Admiral Cole let them process this for a few moments, feeling elated. Then, simultaneously, they frowned.

"Plan B? I am not fully versed with human intricacies, Cole, so correct me if I'm wrong, but: isn't Plan B usually the secondary one?" Imperial Admiral R'tas asked, puzzled.

"Precisely," Cole confirmed ambiguously, lowering his cap to conceal his broad smile. The aliens didn't have a clue.

"Then why was Plan B our primary plan?" Equanimity demanded in an exasperated tone.

"It never was, Hierarch," Cole told him with a completely straight face. "I suspected that the Flood would be listening in, and so fed them false information. Right now, they're preparing for a three way attack, which is why they've split themselves into three groups."

"So, what is the plan then?" R'tas asked him, smiling too.

"I can't tell you that," Cole replied. The smile the Elite wore faded as quickly as it had arrived.

"Why?" R'tas demanded icily, gripping onto the edges of his chair. Cole drew a pipe out of his pocket; a habit that he'd recently picked up. However, he was firmly against lighting it on his ship, so merely stuck the wooden end in his mouth.

"Well, Imperial Admiral, there might be another Flood ship lingering around here. It might be latched to the back of an asteroid, or even attached to the underbelly of one of your ships; you don't have motion detectors, do you? It don't want to risk them finding out about the ace I have up my sleave, so just to be safe, I'll keep it to myself."

"So then how do we know what to do?" Equanimity wondered, tired now.

"I'll tell you when the time is right. You probably wouldn't understand the deeper concept of it anyway; from what I understand you Covenant aren't too good at innovation, just adaption," the Admiral answered, which prompted R'tas' mandibles to open in anger. Cole held up his hands, placating the annoyed Elite. "It's only the truth. From what I hear, one of our AIs discovered after five minutes with your slipspace technology what you hadn't noticed for thousands of years."

Equanimity drew himself up importantly, the usually calm and collected Prophet also ruffled.

"Now see here Cole, I will not have you slandering our--"

"Never mind, Prophet. I meant no offence. Just follow my lead, and obey my orders."

Cole turned away from the screen, walking back up the stairs, tapping the end of his pipe thoughtfully. He stared out at the black abyss, before looking down at the tarnished Sangheilios. Even the atmosphere seemed to be infected. A planet like that wouldn't last long. The water would become infected, and the ice on the planet would probably melt as a result of heat being unable to escape Sangheilios' atmosphere. That would lead the catastrophic conditions, leading to countless Earthquakes, volcanoes, hurricanes, and other natural disasters, similar to what had almost happened to Earth until the early 22nd century. The Flood probably didn't give a damn though.

His whole plan was riding on a thesis he had read dozens of years ago, originally written by Doctor Tobias Shaw, one of two people who had worked together to create the Shaw-Fujikawa drive, which enabled ships to enter that strange dimension known as slipspace. Shaw's idea had been dismissed as impossible; a blemish on an otherwise impeccable career, but it had always fascinated Cole. In his eyes, nothing was impossible. And Covenant slipspace technology, derived from the Forerunners, might just be what Shaw's theory needed.

It was a long shot, but if it could be pulled off, then the Flood would be wiped out with ease. Cole felt his chest rise, before heavily falling. He closed his eyes for a few moments, praying to whatever deity might be watching. Then he turned around, addressing his bridge crew.

"Give the signal to the rest of the fleets. We're commencing the attack."

[Edited on 05.20.2010 10:04 AM PDT]

  • 05.20.2010 9:00 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Halo: Insurrection (Part Five now out)

* * * * * * * * *

"I can see transportation," one of the Flood forms drawled out in a monotone voice which chilled Captain Graham Daniels to the bone.

"Good. It shall speed our journey to the Mind," another answered in the exact same tone of voice. It was as if they were all clones of each other.

Graham looked with dread at the Spectre he was being dragged towards, which looked as if were about to explode at any second. Then again, that might be a good thing. Dying would be a preferable alternative to becoming one of the Flood.

They'd covered dozens of miles in only an hour or so, but evidently even the Flood with their super-enhanced strength and stamina grew tired, for they had come to a halt, before slowing down to a slow trudge. Graham had tried to escape, but found he could not break free from the energy manacles restraining him. Even if he could, he knew the Flood would chase him down again with ease.

Graham stumbled on a particularly high mound of biomass, falling to the foul smelling ground with a shout. He cried out in agony when the searing plasma of the manacles burnt into his flesh as pressure was exerted on them. One of the Flood forms, who seemed to be an infected human, turned around sharply, with inhuman grace. Graham could see faint traces of the man the form had once been, although the misshapen head was snapped back at an angle which would kill a normal person, with biomass reaching out of the mouth and forming a separate head, which had the red feathery tendrils of the infection form protruding from them. On the Flood form's armour, Graham could faintly make out the acronym "ODST."

"Get up," it told him flatly, staring at him with dead eyes. Graham gulped, attempting to stand. He found to his horror that his leg was jammed.

"I can't," he protested weakly, giving another firm yank. His limb was stuck fast in the soft, loamy and dead ground. The Flood-ODST regarded his situation for a moment, before raising a razor sharp limb.

"I shall free you," it told him, advancing towards his trapped leg slowly, flexing its blade-like limb. Graham stared at the keen edge in terror, desperately attempting to free his leg. It was no use.

The Flood-ODST placed its sharp limb on Graham's trapped thigh, and he whimpered in fear. Seeing the lack of emotion in the form's mutilated gaze, Graham turned away, shutting his eyes and gritting his teeth. He could feel the sharp limb cutting into his leg, drawing a small trickle of blood. Graham heard air being cut as the limb was lifted up.

The blade came down, with a sickening slice. Graham felt pain, and then nothing. For a split second, there existed nothing to him. Everything was blanked out as his mind struggled to cope with what had just been done to his body.

Then sensation returned, and Graham found himself screaming in agony. He looked behind him, and saw his severed leg move away from him as the Flood form grabbed the rest of him with extraordinary strength, lifting him and throwing him over its shoulder with ease. His leg was bleeding, badly, and he began to feel faint, groaning.

The Flood-ODST noticed this, and touched a lone tendril to the stump where his left leg had once been. Immediately the gaping hole closed over, covered by a Flood biomass.

Graham could hardly think, and merely looked back over the revolting shoulder of the Flood form at his severed stump of a leg, which was sinking in a pool of sticky blood. He'd lost a leg. He'd never naturally walk again.

He was thrown into the back seat of the smoking Spectre, left to quiver and shake. The look the Flood gave him was one of complete indifference; no emotion whatsoever.

The Flood-ODST began to climb into the driver's cockpit of the Spectre, but never made it. Instead, a volley of bullets crashed into the upper torso of it, eventually cascading into its dual heads. Flesh and blood splattered across the area around it.

Graham stared at the source of the shot, and saw three tall figures step out of a golden light, opening fire on the startled Flood, who were attempting to reach for their own weapons. They never had a chance; each was cut down mercilessly before they could even gasp.

One of them collapsed on Graham, its disfigured and bleak eyes staring up at him with shock. Instinctively, he tried to leap out of the Spectre away from the Flood corpse, and soon found himself toppling out of the alien vehicle to the hard ground below. He heard footsteps around him, and winced, thinking the Flood had managed to fight off his rescuers. But instead of rough treatment and a manacling, all Graham heard were concerned words.

"Captain! Are you okay?" the voice was male, and dimly registered somewhere in the back of Graham's mind as being slightly familiar. The words echoed, as if they were being spoken through a helmet. He looked up, and saw what he could only describe as a Spartan looking down at him. But not like the Master Chief or his ilk. He realised this was a Spartan III.

"My leg," he groaned, weeping slightly. He felt a hand grasp his own, pulling him up and supporting him. His blurry vision had cleared, revealing his saviours. Two Spartan IIIs, and the Forerunner -- the Didact. Hovering about ten metres from the ground was the Monitor, 343 Guilty Spark.

"What happened?" the Didact asked tenderly as a father would to a child. Graham winced as the Forerunner gently prodded the raw flesh lining the bottom of what was now a stump cut off slightly below the knee.

"I got trapped. One of those bastards just cut it off. They wanted to interrogate me, they were taking me to the Gravemind," Graham gasped out, ashen faced.

"Really? Well, you're lucky Spark noticed your lifeboat beacon, and then followed the blood particles which were falling on the floor," the Didact replied, regarding his MA5C with amusement before shouldering it.

"Couldn't you have got here a few minutes earlier?" Graham pined, groping with his hand down at the area where his leg had once been. Nothing. He felt a sudden urge to faint. The Didact stared at him apologetically.

"We got here as fast as we could, child. I am truly sorry that we weren't fast enough."

"Hey, it's not all bad," the male Spartan III -- was Tom his name? -- input, looking down clinically at Graham's leg -- or rather, lack of leg. "It was a cut below the knee, so you were lucky there. A skilled surgeon should be able to flash clone you a new one; or replace it with a prosthetic at the least."

That cheered Graham up considerably. But even so, it wouldn't be his leg, and it wouldn't work as well as a normal one would. Tom was already looking at the Spectre Graham had just fallen out of, smiling.

"We need to get to the Vadam Citadel," he voiced aloud, turning to his companions. "And Spark won't be able to access the teleportation grid for a while now. That Spectre should do the job, however."

The Didact was staring at the smoking vehicle with no little apprehension, doubt creeping into his gaze. He stared pointedly at a plasma flame which had sprouted on the front of the vehicle.

"It looks a little unsafe," the Forerunner answered.

"Spark can hold it together, right?" Tom asked the Monitor, who descended down to his eye level. Graham was starting to get a little tired of balancing on one leg whilst being supported by the other Spartan III, Lucy.

"I can certainly do my best," Spark answered modestly.

"That'll have to do," Tom replied, before turning to Lucy. "Lower the Captain into the Spectre, would you?"

"I'm going with you?" Graham questioned, surprised. The Didact laughed.

"Well, we're not leaving you here, child," the Forerunner told him kindly as he was helped into the Spectre by the Spartan. "343 Guilty Spark will look after you."

Graham looked at the Monitor which descended down to him, powering down its anti-gravity thrusters and resting on his lap.

"Don't worry Reclaimer, I shall protect you to the best of my abilities!" Spark chirped happily. Graham laughed, although his chuckle soon turned into a wheeze.

"You'd better," he jested. "Oh, and Spark?"

"Yes, Reclaimer?"

"Thanks for coming back."

"Think nothing of it."

The Didact climbed in the seat just below Graham, frowning at the shape of the vehicle, muttering how it was not as comfortable as it looked. The Forerunner then turned to face Tom.

"Will you be driving?" he asked. Tom looked taken aback.

"Me? Hell no, Lucy's the vehicle expert."

The mute, quite possibly insane Spartan was driving? Oh, God. Graham and the Didact shared an uneasy look as the female Spartan III eased into the driver's seat, clasping the alien steering wheel firmly. Tom climbed into the Spectre, sitting just in front of Graham. He turned back to face them.

"Don't worry, Lucy's a brilliant driver. You might want to hold on though."

Graham had just been about to ask 'why?', when the Spectre suddenly roared into action, and he very quickly found out why Tom had said that.

  • 05.20.2010 9:00 AM PDT
Subject: [Novel] Halo 3: Insurrection (Part 49 available!) ~ 20 May

* * * * * *

"Fire at will," Cole ordered, staring at the Flood armada with a malicious glint in his eye. The hundreds of ships spread out across his collective fleets complied with the order, and soon what had once been empty space was awash with nuclear missiles, plasma torpedoes, MAC rounds, and pulse lasers.

The Flood retaliated of course, and the battle was well and truly underway. Cole stood stoic and immovable as he watched the unstoppable force clash against the immovable object; him.

"Launch all Shivas and Archers at the Capital ship in designated Flood group C," Cole commanded on a more local level, speaking to his bridge crew. Ensign Hall, who was in charge of weapons, looked up at him.

"All of them, sir?"

Cole looked down at her like she'd gone insane.

"Are you going deaf, Ensign? Yes, all of them. Now!"

Within moments, the missiles were fired out from the UNSC Hastings, aimed at one of the Flood Capital ships. The nuclear warheads not shot down by the multifarious pulse lasers struck the shield of the ship, which rippled as it was subjected to intense heat energy. The shield broke for a split second, which was enough time for the EMP blast to knock the ship's electronic systems out. The attack was followed by a MAC round, which tore clean through the ship's command bridge with pinpoint accuracy.

The ship sparked, and then exploded. Cole wasn't so much interested in the Capital ship being destroyed as he was in the debris scattered over miles by the large scow, as well as the aftermath of the nuclear detonations. Coupled together, they created a very useful murky cloud which ships could pass through, allowing Cole to get up close to the Flood without them being able to target him properly.

"Prophet, I want your ships to keep the Flood occupied. Imperial Admiral, take your Elites and form up on the UNSC, we're going into the eye of the storm," Cole ordered, brushing perspiration from his brow.

"But we'll be wiped out!" R'tas protested vehemently. Cole shook his head.

"Not if you stay in that cloud. When I give the word, I want all of your ships to begin to open a slipspace rupture, near the Flood."

"We're fleeing?" R'tas demanded shrilly.

"No. Just wait for my signal Elite," Cole answered sharply. His ship, the Hastings, soared through the debris and other particles, momentarily winking out of site. It was now Cole thought back to Shaw's thesis.

"Theoretically speaking, it should be wholly possible to close a "slipspace" rupture as an object is travelling through it, separating half the object from the other. Undoubtedly this would be a highly effective naval combat technique should it prove possible, but right now slipspace portals are far too unstable and fleeting for this to be tested properly."

Impossible with UNSC technology; not with the new Covenant FTL drives. Or so Cole hoped. His eyebrows met as he stared ahead with a deadly intent, the prow of his ship exiting the debris field just a few miles away from the first group of Flood ships.

"Now! Open ruptures to the coordinates I'm sending you; everybody. Then, get the hell out of there," Cole ordered, not even blinking. His baffled bridge crew seemed unsure, but complied with his orders, and soon hundreds of slipspace ruptures were opening in the space encompassing the Flood ships.

Cole's ships were taking heavy fire, but the Flood were unable to stop the majority of the rifts being created. As soon as they had been created, the ships of the UNSC and Elites fled, powering up their engines to maximum intensity. The Flood, who had obviously never had the opportunity to read a book by Tobias Shaw, stayed rooted, some approaching the slipspace portals cautiously whilst others confidently fired at Cole's fleeing ships, no doubt thinking they'd scared him off.

The expanding ruptures merged into each other, creating a gigantic rupture devoid of light or anything, for that matter.

Cole was staring down at the huge void, hoping that Shaw had been right. His hope paid off. The slipspace rifts eventually reached a unsustainable level as the energy they required to stay open was quickly made unavailable. One by one, they collapsed on themselves, with the majority of the Flood ships partially inside them.

The result was spectacular.

The Flood ships had been dragged through the portals, which in itself wouldn't have been a problem for them. They'd have just exited slipspace instantly. However, the portals had collapsed as the majority of them had been pulled halfway through, which meant half of the ship going through the rupture was in slipspace, whereas the other had remained behind, sheared in half. Almost one hundred Flood ships were left without their front or back ends, hanging in empty space like useless chunks of metal.

Thousands of Flood forms were sucked out into space, immediately frozen by the temperature. Cole stared down at the destruction with a malicious grin, and could hear the cheers of his bridge crew behind him. He hadn't felt like this for years. The rest of the Flood ships -- significantly cut in number now had stopped firing at the Covenant, and Cole wished he could see the look on the occupants' collective faces.

"By the gods! Cole wiped out almost half their fleet with a single strike!" R'tas exclaimed, his voice carrying a curious mix of exaltation, disbelief and horror. Admiral Cole dabbed his face with a handkerchief, feeling almost as shocked. Shaw had been right.

"You can thank the pioneers of human slipspace travel for that," Cole answered descending down the stairs to be met by stunned faces and cheers.

"But what exactly happened?" Equanimity questioned. "One minute they were here, the next they were gone!"

"The slipspace ruptures became unstable, and engulfed the Flood ships before collapsing, taking them with it. Half of their ship hulls are down there, and the others are stuck in a slipspace tunnel which will open out into a neutron star. Now, wipe out the rest of the bastards," Cole grinned fiercely, pointing at the 150 or so Flood ships remaining, which were now severely outnumbered by the UNSC, Elites and Covenant.

R'tas laughed, his eyes taking a steely glint.

"Gladly."


[Edited on 05.20.2010 10:03 AM PDT]

  • 05.20.2010 9:01 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Halo: Insurrection (Part Five now out)

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

Aha, the end draws ever closer.

This chapter was awesome, the description really helped me imagine the scene in motion and I'm glad you used the whole "slipspace" thing we were all talking about in the Universe forum to good effect.

One thing though is that it said earlier Cole calls the Covenant races as "Prophet" or "Elite", not their names. Then about a paragraph later he starts saying Equanimity and Rtas.

Other than that, can't wait for the conclusion. :D

  • 05.20.2010 9:44 AM PDT

Yeah, my bad; I slipped. I fixed it.

  • 05.20.2010 10:05 AM PDT

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

kthnxbai

Exams next week, Connor. Bricking yourself yet?

  • 05.20.2010 10:15 AM PDT

Acta Non Verba

DarkFus10nz

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

awsome :)

  • 05.20.2010 11:16 AM PDT

that was sooo good

  • 05.20.2010 11:37 AM PDT

Graham had his leg cut off, a few sentences later he started chuckling. He should be depicted in more pain methinks.

  • 05.20.2010 2:46 PM PDT

The Hybrid a FanFic by Tehface

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

Well, if you remember, the flood dude touched his leg stump, essentially healing it and rendering the pain gone. After all if flood cells can bring Johnson and Mendez back, I'm pretty sure it can stop that pain, in a gross, alien way.

Great part by the way, can't wait for the end.
There's not gonna be a Book 2 for Insurrection, is there?

  • 05.20.2010 4:48 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.

Wow. Just..wow.

How do you even hear about all of this stuff with the Shaw Slipspace thingy?

  • 05.21.2010 12:00 AM PDT
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Heroes Are Remembered, Legends Never Die.

One Shot One Kill, No Luck Just Skill.

why dont you continue memoirs of an ODST 2 ?


BTW

Really good can w8 4 the end cuz i dont want it 2 end

  • 05.21.2010 8:42 AM PDT
Subject: [Novel] Halo 3: Insurrection (Part 49 available!) ~ 20 May

Posted by: random no337
Wow. Just..wow.

How do you even hear about all of this stuff with the Shaw Slipspace thingy?


Are you asking how I came up with the idea? I was trying to think of an original way Cole could fight the Flood, and remembered that in the novels he'd always been described as a mathematical genius who understood the deep intricacies of slipspace. Then I remembered the Forward Unto Dawn getting cut in half at the end of Halo 3 by the Portal closing.

Anyway, I started a thread in the Universe forum asking if it would be possible to use slipspace as a weapon, and in the end everyone agreed it could. So then I just wrote it, merging the idea with my awesome GCSE level physics skills.

;)

And no, there will not be a Book 2 of Insurrection. After this, True Sangheili will be my sole focus. I might work on Memoirs of an ODST II again in the future, if I have time.

[Edited on 05.21.2010 8:43 AM PDT]

  • 05.21.2010 8:43 AM PDT

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

And Affordable Mattresses?

[Edited on 05.21.2010 9:27 AM PDT]

  • 05.21.2010 8:54 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: Wolverfrog
Posted by: random no337
Wow. Just..wow.

How do you even hear about all of this stuff with the Shaw Slipspace thingy?


Are you asking how I came up with the idea? I was trying to think of an original way Cole could fight the Flood, and remembered that in the novels he'd always been described as a mathematical genius who understood the deep intricacies of slipspace. Then I remembered the Forward Unto Dawn getting cut in half at the end of Halo 3 by the Portal closing.

Anyway, I started a thread in the Universe forum asking if it would be possible to use slipspace as a weapon, and in the end everyone agreed it could. So then I just wrote it, merging the idea with my awesome GCSE level physics skills.

;)

And no, there will not be a Book 2 of Insurrection. After this, True Sangheili will be my sole focus. I might work on Memoirs of an ODST II again in the future, if I have time.
Oh, cool! Er..also what is GCSE?

[Edited on 05.22.2010 2:28 AM PDT]

  • 05.22.2010 2:27 AM PDT

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

Posted by: random no337
Posted by: Wolverfrog
Posted by: random no337
Wow. Just..wow.

How do you even hear about all of this stuff with the Shaw Slipspace thingy?


Are you asking how I came up with the idea? I was trying to think of an original way Cole could fight the Flood, and remembered that in the novels he'd always been described as a mathematical genius who understood the deep intricacies of slipspace. Then I remembered the Forward Unto Dawn getting cut in half at the end of Halo 3 by the Portal closing.

Anyway, I started a thread in the Universe forum asking if it would be possible to use slipspace as a weapon, and in the end everyone agreed it could. So then I just wrote it, merging the idea with my awesome GCSE level physics skills.

;)

And no, there will not be a Book 2 of Insurrection. After this, True Sangheili will be my sole focus. I might work on Memoirs of an ODST II again in the future, if I have time.
Oh, cool! Er..also what is GCSE?


Exams that we do on our side of the pond, GCSE stand for General Certificate of Secondary Education.

  • 05.22.2010 3:49 AM PDT

Love is like fire...

This is truly an incredible piece of literature! :)
I'm a bit late to the party no? ;)

  • 05.22.2010 8:48 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: H3cToR JS
This is truly an incredible piece of literature! :)
I'm a bit late to the party no? ;)
Actually, you're just in time for the conclusion!

  • 05.23.2010 12:48 AM PDT

Love is like fire...

Posted by: random no337
Posted by: H3cToR JS
This is truly an incredible piece of literature! :)
I'm a bit late to the party no? ;)
Actually, you're just in time for the conclusion!

Yes!! :D
I've read every single part, so I'm up to speed. :)
Took me quite a while too. ;)

  • 05.24.2010 12:34 AM PDT

nice wolver. told ya i knew what was going to happen :)

  • 05.26.2010 3:31 AM PDT

EXistence PROhibited!
Feel free to join my group, the Vault of Lore

I'm finally done with reading. I lack the words to describe this awesomeness. Now please don't forget to kill Eden sometime soon.

  • 05.27.2010 12:08 PM PDT

Posted by: DataBase90
I'm finally done with reading. I lack the words to describe this awesomeness. Now please don't forget to kill Eden sometime soon.


Thanks for reading, I really appreciate it. However, regarding Eden, please remember that this is my story. Just because you feel that someone should die, it doesn't mean they will. Not everything in the Galaxy will be all sunshine and rainbows after the ending.

  • 05.27.2010 2:23 PM PDT

EXistence PROhibited!
Feel free to join my group, the Vault of Lore

Posted by: Wolverfrog
Posted by: DataBase90
I'm finally done with reading. I lack the words to describe this awesomeness. Now please don't forget to kill Eden sometime soon.


Thanks for reading, I really appreciate it. However, regarding Eden, please remember that this is my story. Just because you feel that someone should die, it doesn't mean they will. Not everything in the Galaxy will be all sunshine and rainbows after the ending.

BLASPHEMY!

Yeah I know sure. I really love your characters here. The Johnson - Jackal contest was the best thing so far I think... haha who won anyways?

[Edited on 05.27.2010 2:39 PM PDT]

  • 05.27.2010 2:39 PM PDT