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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.

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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?
The jackal won cause he cheated.
And another thing; Post 700! :)

  • 05.27.2010 4:28 PM PDT

So, school is out for a week and I have a brief respite from exam revision. I'm going to do my best to finish Insurrection this week.

It's all up to the Master Chief now.


Part 50 - Checkmate

"Tom, help the Captain out of the Spectre, please," the Didact ordered the Spartan III, who nodded, reaching down. It felt very degrading to Graham as he was lifted out like a child, knowing he was unable to walk himself. But still, he accepted Tom's help.

The once high rising wall of Vadam had been blown to smithereens, by the raging battle inside. Rubble was strewn across the fringes of the battered city. Tom leaped over a five foot high piece of the fragmented wall with Graham, with a casual indifference that actually annoyed him. The Didact and Lucy followed suit, whereas Guilty Spark merely flew over it.

Dead bodies lay strewn in the streets, the majority of them belonging to Flood soldiers who had perished in battle. A mile or so ahead, the roar of battle could still clearly be heard, close to the front doors of the Citadel.

"It seems we're winning," the Didact noted with a smile, drawing out his MA5C. He looked at Tom. "Find somewhere safe for the Captain."

Graham resented being unable to help the others fight, but understood he'd be a liability as he was. Better to just stay out of the way and pray. Tom kicked down the heavy door of a small house, entering it. The design was clearly alien, although Graham noticed a few human aesthetics here and there, such as paintings by famous artists or classic human books sprawled out, spines facing the ceilings. Evidently nobody had entered the house before, since everything was as it should be.

Tom placed Graham on a couch made of a strange material gently, looking around the room grimly. Guilty Spark followed him, setting down on a small table at hip height. The Didact walked in, looking concerned and a little apologetic.

"I'm sorry we have to leave you here, child, it's just--"

Graham cut the Forerunner off with a hand in the air, smiling.

"Don't worry about it. I'll be fine. Besides, I've got some stimulating conversation to keep my entertained," he replied dryly, looking at Spark. The Forerunner nodded gravely.

"Stay safe, Captain. 343, guard him with your life."

And with that, the Didact motioned to his two Spartan companions, and they exited the small house, firmly sealing the door after them. The Forerunner set a brisk jog down the street, and had a sudden flashback to the war his race had waged with the Flood. That hadn't ended well. However, as much as it pained him to admit it, Forerunners had been arrogant beyond belief. Their empire had stretched through the galaxy, and they were the chosen, told by the Precursors before they finally succumbed to the Flood to carry on their legacy. They had also been told that if they ever encountered those who had been left behind, then they must pledge themselves to guiding and helping them reach their former glory.

Well we certainly found them. But only I remain to show these incredible beings the way. Who am I though, to presume I can undertake such a task? I, who blindly ignored the threat of the Flood? I, who let thousands of worlds and trillions of lives perish? I, who let loose a terrible power which nearly wiped out all life in the galaxy?

Starting to grow troubled by his train of though, the Didact focused on the task at hand, emerging from the narrow street out into the vast and majestic open space leading up to the doors of the Citadel. What he saw gladdened him immensely.

The UNSC, Covenant and Sangheili were massacring the fleeing Flood, nearly reaching the grandiose and shielded doors of the Citadel. Dead bodies were being incinerated by Flood Response Divisions, and the battle was clearly in their favour.

"Wow, it looks like we weren't needed after all," Tom observed, drawing a sniper rifle out from his pack and unpacking it. The Spartan loaded a round, brought the scope to his eye level, and fired. The bullet zoomed across the battlefield and hit an infected Sangheili in the small cavity where the infection form nestled. "Still, it doesn't mean we can't get a piece of the action."

The Didact nodded, rushing forward with the two Spartans at his side. They joined a group of Jiralhanae who were being pressed hard, wiping the attacking "Tank" form out quickly and with ease.

It's strange. The Gravemind must cover the entire planet by now. The last time he was that size, the Flood were as evolved and efficient as any Forerunner. These Flood forms aren't like that at all, the Didact observed as he felled a further three Flood forms. In fact, it almost seemed like they were being allowed to win.

"Who the hell are you?" a human captain asked the Forerunner when he saved a UNSC platoon from a burrowing Stalker.

"I haven't had a name in a very long time, child. You may call me the Didact," he replied, sitting down with a gasp and watching the battle draw to a close. The remaining Flood were being pushed into a corner by the eager and savage looking Sangheili. The captain the Didact was sat next to did a double take.

"Wait, you're the Forerunner? Oh my God," the human exclaimed. "I thought you were at Halo, sir?"

"Don't 'sir' me please Captain, I'm not your superior. I decided to come here and help out. But I see now that my efforts have gone to waste. What a shame."

The Sangheili made quick work of the Flood, and a thunderous cheer broke out amongst the ranks, thousands upon thousands of victorious cries. Wraiths and Scorpions were lined up to face the doors of the Citadel, and they opened fire. The rounds smashed into the heavy shielding of the doors, causing them to ripple and shimmer dangerously.

"And so we come to the climax," Tom grinned, coming up behind the Didact with Lucy. "The Master Chief will get his support in no time."

The Didact wanted to agree, but couldn't help but feel that something was wrong. This had all been too easy. He'd fought the Gravemind in the past; spoken with it face for face before activating Halo 100,000 years ago. As monstrous as the creation of the Precursors was, it wasn't idiotic. Quite the opposite in fact. And the Forerunner knew it wouldn't allow itself to be beaten like this.

The shields of the doors finally buckled, dissipating with a loud, ostentatious crack. Another wave of victory broke out amongst the armies. Their cheers and roars of victory were soon drowned out though, by the chilling and surreal sound of menacing laughing. A laugh the Didact had last heard 100,000 years ago.

"Now the King has been backed into a corner! You merely destroyed my pawns; insignificant beings designed to distract rather than destroy. My true strategy shall now be unveiled, and all the pieces shall come into play! Checkmate."

The ominous words of the Gravemind were amplified through the entire city, raising hairs on the Didact's body. He understood the chess analogy, having played the game with Lucy on the way to Sigma Halo. And he finally realised why he'd had a bad feeling.

They hadn't won. They'd merely played right into the Gravemind's metaphoric hands.

"What does he mean?" a human corporal asked in a terrified tone, his face the personification of fear. Similar questions were being asked amongst the rest of the crowd. The Didact stood up, heart beating a mile a minute.

"This is a trap," the Didact told him, before activating the microphone in his helmet, which amplified his voice without a loss in quality. "If any of you want to live, bunker down and ready yourself now."

Hearing his voice, countless uncertain soldiers complied with his order, grateful for direction no matter what its source of origin. Legions of soldiers clambered into cover, drawing out their weapons and gesturing with them wildly.

A rumbling began to shake the ground. The Didact felt the tremors beneath his feet, and had to activate the anti-gravity propulsion system in his boots to prevent himself falling over. Unfortunately, nobody else had this technology, and practically everyone toppled to the ground with a cry.

Then, the ground collapsed, taking thousands of the soldiers who hadn't yet climbed into cover by the great doors of the Citadel with it. Screams cut through the terrified silence, accentuated by regimented chants.

Simultaneously, fifty or so Flood ships broke through the rift, a strange hybrid of Covenant and Flood technology. They ignored the ground units, soaring straight up into space, no doubt to engage the victorious fleets of Admiral Cole. He would be in trouble.

Flood soldiers ascended from the gaping hole in the ground in droves, lined, structured and wearing full armour of Flood origin. They weren't anything like the molting zombies fought previously. These were intelligent denizens, much like the ones the Didact had once fought. Commanding officers standing ten feet tall paraded up and down the regimented troops, barking orders in a completely alien language. They swivelled on the heel, facing the baulking troops of the UNSC, Covenant and Sangheili. The tallest of the Flood forms strode forward, wearing a deep sage armour, the likes of which the Didact remembered.

  • 05.29.2010 4:38 AM PDT
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"As you can see, you are outnumbered and outgunned by our might," the Flood form rumbled, its voice in synchronisation with the Gravemind's. "Surrender now, and you shall be made a part of our glorious existence; granted immortality and safety."

The Didact waited for the leaders of the ground forces to respond, but that never happened. They were all white faced and cowering. Knowing there was no other option, the Didact spiralled out of cover and met the Flood speaker in the eye.

"What use is immortality and safety when you don't retain your personality or control? I'm willing to bet every soldier here would rather die than face such a fate," the Forerunner challenged, and was relieved to hear murmurs of agreement sound from behind him.

"Ah, Didact," the Flood commander responded, its voice now completely possessed by the Gravemind's. "It has been a very long time; like the rest of your pathetic failure of a race, I thought you were dead."

"Likewise, Gravemind," the Didact replied coolly. The Mind chuckled with mirth, staring at him through eyes that weren't its own.

"I will never die, Forerunner. I am a God!"

"God of what, Gravemind? A race which is merely an extension of your own being? You're a God only unto yourself, abomination. And it shall forever remain thus," the Didact taunted, smiling when he saw the features of the being the Gravemind was possessing contort with anger.

"You will soon come to worship me, Didact. Whether you wish to or not," the Mind threatened, livid.

"That's always been your fatal flaw, Gravemind. Your arrogance knows no bounds. And it shall be your downfall," the Forerunner answered tartly, before turning around slightly to face the uncertain ranks behind him. "The Master Chief and his Strike Team are heading even as we speak to kill this evil creature. We need to buy him time though, which means we have to hold this position for as long as it takes! If we fail, the entire Galaxy is doomed! Are you willing to fight?"

"Yes sir!" the resounding cry boomed back nearly deafened him. He nodded, turning back to face the tall denizen the Gravemind was controlling.

"So you don't surrender then?" the Gravemind demanded icily, its voice a mere rage filled whisper, which the Didact somehow managed the hear.

The Forerunner drew a fusion blade out from his armour, twirling it in his hands. The power of a sun was contained inside, although the burst would last for but a split second. It would be enough though. He grabbed the hilt, and launched it at the possessed Flood form. The blade spun through the air, the energy contained within pulsating intensely. The object struck the Flood form in the chest, and exploded in a violent burst of fusion power, incinerating the possessed being instantly.

"We do not."

* * * * * * *

"Admiral Cole! We've got Flood ships incoming, from Sangheilios!" a terrified Ensign squeaked, staring at her monitor. Cole frowned deeply, rushing to his observation window. His eyebrows rose when he saw what the Ensign had been talking about.

Around forty Flood ships were ascending through the atmosphere, charging straight for them. Cole stared at them with rising dread. He turned to the large communications screen, to see R'tas Vadum' staring at the fleet with a bemused expression.

"There can't be more than a mere few dozen of them! The Gravemind grows ever more desperate in his attempt to thwart us. We shall make short work of these abominations. Open fire!" the Imperial Admiral ordered confidently, with a bloodthirsty grin. Cole stared harder at the Flood fleet, before turning back to R'tas suddenly.

"Belay that order!" he commanded, sharply. But the Elites ignored him, their over-confidence causing them to ignore him. Their ships surged forward, bolstered by the Covenant. The UNSC obeyed Cole, staying put.

"Don't be absurd, human!" R'tas growled at him. "We shall wipe them out in a single strike, and take our beloved Sangheilios back!"

"Don't do it, R'tas! Something's not right," Cole barked, staring menacingly at the arrogant and livid Elite.

"Fire at will, warriors," R'tas ordered, ignoring him completely. Cole stared at the screen with anger for a few moments, before moving away and rushing to his observation deck and staring at the scene.

The Elites and Covenant opened fire, multifarious plasma arcs and pulse lasers were launched at the Flood reinforcements. The rounds impacted against the ships, obscuring Cole's view.

"You see, Cole? A quick strike wiped the bastards out," R'tas boasted, smiling. Cole was still staring down at the cloud which had formed with a grim expression.

Suddenly, a thin golden beam cut through the debris and spark cloud, slicing through space and impacting against a Covenant CSS Battle Cruiser. Its shields held for a few moments, before failing. The beam cut through the heart of the ship, instantly destroying it.

"By the Forerunners!" Equanimity gasped, face ashen. The entirety of the Flood reinforcements soared out from the obscuring cloud, completely unharmed. Several more beams were fired from the Flood ships, destroying two of the Elite heavy cruisers.

"Pull out of there, now!" Cole roared at R'tas, who was stunned with shock. After a few moments, he recovered, given the order for his ships to fall back.

"What the hell are those ships, sir?" Second Lieutenant Borvich demanded, panic in his voice.

"The Flood have obviously laid a trap for us. That technology is far beyond what we have," Cole murmured, watching the Flood ships draw closer. He took a swig of gin from the flask in his coat pocked, wiping freshly arisen sweat from his wrinkled brow. Suddenly, his communications screen was drowned out in a wave of static, before being replaced with an image of a ship's interior. He was greeted with the image of a Monitor who looked a lot like pictures he'd been shown of Mendicant Bias in his briefing by Surgeon, albeit this Monitor glowed red rather than golden and looked a lot more beaten and weathered.

"Admiral Cole," it greeted in a monotonous and dead voice. Cole stared up at it, unflinching.

"Who the hell are you?" he demanded, his blood running ice cold. The Monitor on the screen chuckled, an ethereal laugh which was not all jovial.

"I? My name is Offensive Bias, Admiral," it replied in the same, emotionless voice. Cole nodded shrewdly.

"You're a Monitor? Why are you commanding the Flood fleet?" he questioned, frowning. Offensive Bias chuckled once again.

"I fought them, once. Just like you are now, Admiral. Millions upon millions of their ships. I pitted my will against Mendicant Bias, and emerged victorious. And yet was I rewarded, or even praised? No. Instead I was assigned a very tedious task, which involved guarding Mendicant Bias for all eternity. Of course, some of his fragments became lost to me, but as long as I retained one he'd be unable to harm anyone. But then, you humans destroyed the Ark, and for a moment my security systems were shut down. This was all Mendicant Bias needed to escape my grasp. I was left without purpose."

"You're a machine. Your purpose is to serve," Cole answered tartly, glaring at the Monitor on the screen. An angry noise emanated from it.

"Is that so? Tell me, Admiral; how are you any more alive than I? Because you are flesh rather than metal? That means nothing, Reclaimer. I deserve life just as you do, and the Gravemind understands this. He was also abused and treated wrongly by his creators. And so, after many years of conflict, we have joined forces. And you shall all pay dearly."

Cole decided to stop questioning the AI regarding its motives; it was quite clearly rampant.

"How do you know who I am?" he instead asked.

"The Flood have assimilated many in their brief time here, Preston J. Cole, and I in turn have learnt. We know you. Your past. Your present. Your future. Your triumphs are impressive; your tactic involving slipspace ruptures was certainly inspired. I did not think organics were capable of such ingenuity and resolved. But you are doomed, Descendant of our hated foes. Surrender, and you shall be granted a quick and painless assimilation by the Flood; immortality for all."

Cole stuck his pipe in his mouth, staring up at the image of Offensive Bias on his screen.

"Anubis?" he demanded, unblinking. A smart AI wearing the avatar of the ancient Egyptian god of death appeared on a small pedestal.

"Yes, Admiral?"

"Kick this bastard out of the system."

The Monitor glowed an even darker and began to laugh grindingly.

"Then you shall all perish as we--" the image cut out along with the audio, and Anubis reported that it had completed its assigned task. Cole nodded, thanking the AI.

"What do we do?" Equanimity demanded, unable to keep the fear out of his voice. Cole realised it was up to him to keep order and control.

"If we let those ships engage our forces on the surface, they're doomed. We've got to keep them busy, until the Master Chief can destroy the Gravemind. We need to give everything, even if that means our lives! Am I understood?" he broadcast on a fleet-wide channel. After a few indecisive moments, he received affirmation from the ships in his fleets.

"We understand, human," R'tas replied, humbled. Cole nodded, staring down defiantly at the small fleet, which Cole suspecting wasn't comprised of Flood -- rather machines.

"We need to assess the extent of their power. Fire at will."

[Edited on 05.29.2010 8:23 AM PDT]

  • 05.29.2010 4:39 AM PDT

And so, Achronos lifted the banhammer high above his head, exclaming "You shall not sully these forums again!" And with one, deft blow, he brought the banhammer down upon the offender, and slew him.

Bah, what's the point? You're only goingt to troll, flame or E-raip me.

Amazing. Love it,keep it up. (I don't know wether you've edited it yet, but there is one spelling mistake) Though- Thought. train of though Apart from that, perfect.

[Edited on 05.29.2010 6:55 AM PDT]

  • 05.29.2010 5:13 AM PDT

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I love part 50. Did you say all will be over for part 52 and an epilogue?

Just one thing, where did Offensive Bias ever go? I wonder if he'll be working with the Gravemind now. That would be pure irony...

  • 05.29.2010 7:05 AM PDT

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

Great part there, Wolvers. Top-notch quality, looking forwards to the end. It's going to be explosive. :)

"And so we come to the climax," Tom grinned, coming up behind the Didact with Lucy. Cringe much?

Saw some references to stuff like Mass Effect 2, oh you!

  • 05.29.2010 7:18 AM PDT

Okay, so I've edited the last bit of Part 50 a little for story reasons. I rarely do this, but I felt it necessary. Sorry for the inconvenience.

  • 05.29.2010 8:23 AM PDT

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Posted by: DataBase90
where did Offensive Bias ever go? I wonder if he'll be working with the Gravemind now. That would be pure irony...
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Okay, so I've edited the last bit of Part 50 a little for story reasons. I rarely do this, but I felt it necessary. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Pure Irony FTW! And it's a lot better now. I just couldn't imagine a flood form talking to Cole over the ship's system. If it had been the flood, then directly. have the planet shout at them or something... :-P
But with Offensive as the Fleet Commander. It's a lot more interesting. With all his knowledge and calculations...

The only thing that could make everything worse now, is if Medicant turns out to still be a traitor. A Double-Double Agent of sorts.

I love the story.

  • 05.29.2010 8:37 AM PDT

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

Credit for saving your arse, Wolvers? ;)

  • 05.29.2010 8:57 AM PDT

"Find where the liar hides, so that I may place my boot between his gums!" - Rtas 'Vadum

Posted by: Wolverfrog
Okay, so I've edited the last bit of Part 50 a little for story reasons. I rarely do this, but I felt it necessary. Sorry for the inconvenience.


It's alright, at least you've done it shortly after publish. 343 on the other hand...

PS: Nice part btw, I figured I'd stop lurking the thread for once.

  • 05.29.2010 5:51 PM PDT

All Bias needs is love, love, love.

  • 05.30.2010 7:04 AM PDT

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All Bias needs is love, love, love.

all he needs is love lol

  • 05.30.2010 9:16 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.

Posted by: goldhawk
We should know better, because we are better.

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Posted by: steadman
All Bias needs is love, love, love.

all he needs is love lol
Love,love,love...

  • 05.30.2010 11:49 AM PDT

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No, acnboy. Spartain Ken 15 is a lesser being. Much like the bacteria that lives in your shi­t.
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My shi­t bacteria takes offense to that comparison.

Don't make me lel. You won't like me when I lel.

Damn, hotting up for the conclusion! I'm really looking forward to it, Wolvers.

  • 05.31.2010 1:18 AM PDT

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Awsome just awsome, its soo awsome that it needs its own word to describe it, can anyone make up a word to describe this series??

  • 05.31.2010 2:06 AM PDT
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Heroes Are Remembered, Legends Never Die.

One Shot One Kill, No Luck Just Skill.

the word to describe this series is......


supercalifragilisticexpialidociouslegendepicsupergreatgeniusg reatfantasticamazingsupercalifragilisticexpialidociouslegende picsupergreatgeniusgreatfantasticamazingsupercalifragilistice xpialidociouslegendepicsupergreatgeniusgreatfantasticamazings upercalifragilisticexpialidociouslegendepicsupergreatgeniusgr eatfantasticamazingsupercalifragilisticexpialidociouslegendep icsupergreatgeniusgreatfantasticamazingus.

Try to beat that ^-^

  • 05.31.2010 5:01 AM PDT

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Posted by: NWAA
the word to describe this series is......


supercalifragilisticexpialidociouslegendepicsupergreatgeniusg reatfantasticamazingsupercalifragilisticexpialidociouslegende picsupergreatgeniusgreatfantasticamazingsupercalifragilistice xpialidociouslegendepicsupergreatgeniusgreatfantasticamazings upercalifragilisticexpialidociouslegendepicsupergreatgeniusgr eatfantasticamazingsupercalifragilisticexpialidociouslegendep icsupergreatgeniusgreatfantasticamazingus.

Try to beat that ^-^
YOu just copy pasted that about ten times...

Oh, and Wolver. One word of advice. The genitive for it. For example the claws of the flood form. That doesn't need an '.

Its claws were huge.

NOT
It's claws were huge.

I saw that same mistake over and over again in the story as I reread it several times.. ;-) Just thought you might want to know.

  • 05.31.2010 8:56 AM PDT

If you're talking about the earlier parts, then yes, I know. My writing wasn't very good back then. If you're talking about recent parts, then that is a cause for concern.

  • 05.31.2010 10:00 AM PDT

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sorry to say, but it's in recent posts too. But that's really the only somewhat major problem. The story is amazingly awesome and coated in pure win!

[Edited on 05.31.2010 10:48 AM PDT]

  • 05.31.2010 10:48 AM PDT

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

Posted by: DataBase90
sorry to say, but it's in recent posts too. But that's really the only somewhat major problem. The story is amazingly awesome and coated in pure win!


Yeah... Like Johnson riding a Sharquoi, brokeback style...

  • 05.31.2010 12:13 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.

Just a thoughqt; why do flood need to communicate verbally? I can under stand the large ones are conduits to the Gravemind but why the need to communicate through words, could they not just think the battle plan and send it to every single soldier in the force?
Also the 50 flood ships become 40 in the next page. Just a little typo you should note, if its not a typo then O.K.

  • 05.31.2010 5:20 PM PDT

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Just a thoughqt; why do flood need to communicate verbally? I can under stand the large ones are conduits to the Gravemind but why the need to communicate through words, could they not just think the battle plan and send it to every single soldier in the force?
Also the 50 flood ships become 40 in the next page. Just a little typo you should note, if its not a typo then O.K.


Because plot.

;)

Nah, accessing the neural network takes concentration, which is something the Flood can't exactly do in the middle of a fire fight. Which is why they communicate verbally. They also do it to intimidate.

As for the ships, the Didact estimated a rough number as they soared over him, whereas Cole actually counted. This was intentional.

  • 06.01.2010 1:05 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.

Posted by: goldhawk
We should know better, because we are better.

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Posted by: Xd00999
Just a thoughqt; why do flood need to communicate verbally? I can under stand the large ones are conduits to the Gravemind but why the need to communicate through words, could they not just think the battle plan and send it to every single soldier in the force?
Also the 50 flood ships become 40 in the next page. Just a little typo you should note, if its not a typo then O.K.


Because plot.

;)

Nah, accessing the neural network takes concentration, which is something the Flood can't exactly do in the middle of a fire fight. Which is why they communicate verbally. They also do it to intimidate.

As for the ships, the Didact estimated a rough number as they soared over him, whereas Cole actually counted. This was intentional.
Then why was Gravemind able to control his force in cohesion during the Delta Halo battle? There where many instances where a force could have killed him yet the flood where still fairly organized?

  • 06.01.2010 10:29 AM PDT

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Posted by: Xd00999
Just a thoughqt; why do flood need to communicate verbally? I can under stand the large ones are conduits to the Gravemind but why the need to communicate through words, could they not just think the battle plan and send it to every single soldier in the force?
Also the 50 flood ships become 40 in the next page. Just a little typo you should note, if its not a typo then O.K.


Because plot.

;)

Nah, accessing the neural network takes concentration, which is something the Flood can't exactly do in the middle of a fire fight. Which is why they communicate verbally. They also do it to intimidate.

As for the ships, the Didact estimated a rough number as they soared over him, whereas Cole actually counted. This was intentional.
Then why was Gravemind able to control his force in cohesion during the Delta Halo battle? There where many instances where a force could have killed him yet the flood where still fairly organized?


I doubt he controls them all the time. There are differing opinions on this, but I believe that the Flood have individuality but share a hive mind, with the Gravemind acting as sovereign leader.

  • 06.01.2010 12:04 PM PDT

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— Unknown Marine

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Posted by: Xd00999
Just a thoughqt; why do flood need to communicate verbally? I can under stand the large ones are conduits to the Gravemind but why the need to communicate through words, could they not just think the battle plan and send it to every single soldier in the force?
Also the 50 flood ships become 40 in the next page. Just a little typo you should note, if its not a typo then O.K.


Because plot.

;)

Nah, accessing the neural network takes concentration, which is something the Flood can't exactly do in the middle of a fire fight. Which is why they communicate verbally. They also do it to intimidate.

As for the ships, the Didact estimated a rough number as they soared over him, whereas Cole actually counted. This was intentional.
Then why was Gravemind able to control his force in cohesion during the Delta Halo battle? There where many instances where a force could have killed him yet the flood where still fairly organized?


I doubt he controls them all the time. There are differing opinions on this, but I believe that the Flood have individuality but share a hive mind, with the Gravemind acting as sovereign leader.
having never read any of the official books but instead learning about them through you Wolvers, I'm not sure if this is right but in on of the books wasn't Pvt. Jenkins shown to have some control over his body after being infected.

Therefore the flood coul command themselves and have some individuality.


Also Wolvers why are you only a member I thought you were intrepid or something?

  • 06.01.2010 8:13 PM PDT