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Subject: [Story] Halo: Insurrection (Part Five now out)

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

Which makes it extra good if it's like Halo 2!

  • 03.27.2009 9:12 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Halo 3: Insurrection (Part Nine now out)

If I didn't include cliffhangers, you might not read on.....

Anyway, you may have noticed I changed the title to Halo 3: Insurrection, this was to make it so people knew it was a Halo 3 story. A minor change, but a needed one in my opinion. I'll try to get Part 10 out soon. Expect to drown in a wave of awesomeness.

Oh, and on a side note, I'll start writing Memoirs of an ODST again after Part 10 of this, so I'll have two fan-fics on the go. A little challenging, but it shouldn't be too big of a deal.

PS - Hot Topic!

[Edited on 03.27.2009 9:48 AM PDT]

  • 03.27.2009 9:47 AM PDT

-eddy!
huh! What? It was the other guy, honest! ;)
'it was a sniper!' looks down at my sniper
uhh yeah? hes got one too. XD

hell im jus complaining while i wait for the next part

  • 03.27.2009 11:21 AM PDT

Part 10: A touching reunion

"So, you thought you could escape did you?" K'zath taunted, relishing the moment.

"Yeah, now move out of our way or die." John replied in that same calm manner that always unnerved his enemies. The wave of Elites laughed.

"You are in no position to be making threats Demon...And who is that traitor next to you?" The Kaidon said, motioning to the Arbiter.

"You should know me well K'zath, you did serve me as Councillor for a number of years." The Arbiter replied. K'zath looked confused for a second, then his face registered disbelief.

"Thel Vadamee? No...This must be some sort of trick!" K'zath exclaimed, obviously intimidated.

"No tricks K'zath, it is indeed me, Thel Vadam', former Kaidon of the state of Vadam, and Arbiter of the past Covenant. Now stand aside." The Guards murmured, they were obviously unsure what to do.

"Nay Thel, you shall die!" The Kaidon strode forward, and drew out his sword. Just before he was impaled, the Arbiter managed to block the strike with his burning blade. The other Honour Guards moved in to help subdue him. John didn't give them the chance to. He shot one of the Elites in the back, and they all suddenly remembered he was there.

"Kill the Demon! I shall deal with this traitor myself!" K'zath shouted, and the Guards closed in on John. He ran, and the Elites followed. In the now empty hallway, K'zath and the Arbiter circled each other warily.

"You cannot defeat me Thel! You taught me everything you know, and I have learnt much since then." The Kaidon mocked, suddenly lunging at Thel.

With lightning reflexes, the Arbiter parried the blow, sending K'zath's arm upward.

"Not everything...."

K'zath's face distorted in anger, and, jumping up in the air, sliced at Thel's unprotected side. Just before the sword hit, however, the Elite rolled to the side, and with the tip of his violet blade, brushed the armoured leg of the Kaidon. K'zath gave out an ear piecing scream of pain, and drew out another sword.

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

John ran along, hearing the thirty odd Elites behind him crying out bloodthirsty screams. He deduced it unlikely that he would prevail in head to head combat, they were all, after all, Honour Guards, and all he held was a plasma rifle. Yet he knew he couldn't run forever.

"Face us Demon! Have you no honour?" One called, obviously trying to aggravate him. John didn't care.

He fired a few bolts back, and he heard a cry of pain. It seemed he had taken one out at least.

The corridors were beautiful, John had to admit as he ran through them. Mosaics depicting past events in the history of the Elite covered long stretches of the walls. He could see an Elite shaking hands with a Prophet, one showing a Hunter being felled by what seemed to be an Arbiter. John saw a more recent one showing a human being impaled by an energy sword. The Spartan blasted it.

Despite the pleasant scenery though, he still faced the problem of all the Elites. The Arbiter was most likely preoccupied with the Kaidon, so John doubted he would get assistance from that front. Then he noticed it.

A blue streak in the ceiling, glowing vividly. A plasma conduit. An idea began to form within John's mind, he stopped running, and instead concentrated on the strip above. The Elites soon caught up.

"Given up Demon?" An Honour Guard Ultra taunted, marching to the front of the group. John smiled.

"Not quite," He said, and fired several bolts at the conduit in the ceiling. Burning plasma streamed out, landing on a large percentage of the Guards, including the Ultra at the front. They screamed in agony, hopelessly trying to bat out the turquoise flames dancing upon their bodies. Suddenly there was silence. Only ten Guards remained. John liked those odds.

"You will pay for that, you Human scum!" One shouted in anger.

"Try me." The Spartan taunted, picking up another rifle off the floor; now he held one in each armoured hand.

As one, all the Elites rushed him. John readied himself.

***********

K'zath swung at the Arbiter, dual swords creating an intricate pattern as they sliced through the air. With relative ease, he ducked under the two blades, and tackled the Kaidon, smashing him into the wall. Dust crumbled around them.

As the Arbiter raised his sword to finish the Elite off, K'zath kicked his chest, knocking him off. The two were once again circling.

"You always were reckless in your lessons K'zath!" The Arbiter mocked.

In anger, the Kaidon lunged once again at Thel. Laughing, Thel easily deflected the blow, and retaliated with one of his own, aiming for K'zath's head. At the last second, the Kaidon dove to the side, and the violet blade missed by mere centimetres.

***********

Johnson fired another burning shot at the Citadel, producing one more satisfying explosion.

"Sergeant, I believe that John is no longer inside the main hall." Mendicant Bias spoke.

"Say what? So I've been wasting my time shooting nothing then?" Avery questioned.

"It would seem so." The Monitor seemed amused.

Suddenly, the Sergeant heard a whooshing noise, and five Banshees flew overhead, releasing fuel rod shots. The Scarab shook.

"Damn it, Banshees at Ten O' clock!" Johnson shouted, and Mendicant, who had integrated himself into the system, began firing the auto cannon that nested upon the top of the huge vehicle.

"Reclaimer, I believe you should get down there soon. John may be in trouble."

Another Banshee soared overhead.

"Oh yeah? And how do you suppose I do that?" He queried.

As if on cue, a plasma bolt from the Scarab's turret hit the driver of one of the Banshees, sending it crashing down upon the top of the killing machine. The Driver was dead, but the actual vessel was still very much intact.

"I believe that is your answer Sergeant." Bias replied.

Johnson sighed.

"Very well," He began, slowly walking up the ramp of the Scarab. "You sure you'll be okay in here Light Bulb?"

The Monitor looked at the Engineers, who were happily pushing buttons, doing what they loved most. The Scarab was operating at maximum capacity.

"I'm sure we'll be fine." Bias said wryly.
**************

  • 03.28.2009 7:38 PM PDT

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

John fired rapidly, blue bolts streaming from the tips of his two rifles, and smashing into the body of the foremost Elite. After a few seconds, the Elite collapsed. The others had come into close quarters by now, and were preparing to slice with their burning swords. One swung at the Chief, and the Spartan jumped high into the air, somersaulting as he soared, pumping bolts of death into the attacker.

He landed behind another, and without looking back, rammed his elbow into the Elites chest. John felt a brief resistance from the Honour Guards' energy shields, then penetrated through, and smashed through it's pumping heart. When John withdrew his arm, it was covered in a damp, orange blood.

He noticed another Plasma conduit, and fired at it. Once again, burning fire poured out, incinerating another five Elites. Now only three remained.

"Throw down your weapons if you wish to live!" John ordered, and his demand was met. The Elites dropped to the ground, hands held high up in the air.

Thinking the situation over, John made the mistake of turning around. Taking advantage, one of the Elites pounced upon John, knocking him the the ground. John grabbed the Elite by it's throat, and threw it with one hand into another, sending them both crashing to the floor, unconscious.

One still remained though, and before John could react, it swung a mighty kick at John's head, dazing him. Grabbing the Spartan by it's shoulder, the Elite hoisted him up into the air, picking up an Energy Sword.

"And so," The lone Honour Guard spoke, activating the blade. "This is where you die." The Elite raised the sword, and John closed his eyes.

Suddenly, a shot rang across the silent hall, and John felt the intense pressure on his shoulder release.

"Not today Ugly." A familiar voice spoke. John turned around, and saw him.

"Johnson?" He asked in disbelief.

"Who else were you expecting?" The Sergeant broke out into a grin.

"But...I saw you die!" The Spartan protested.

"You know what the say Chief, it ain't over 'til the Fat lady sings, and at the moment, it looks like her throat's a little sore."

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

"You're strong K'zath, but not strong enough!" The Arbiter shouted through gritted teeth. Both of their swords were clashed against each other. The battle had become a contest of strength.

"That is where you are wrong Thel!" K'zath made one last final push, and managed to break the Arbiter's defence. Thel went tumbling to the ground.

"Go ahead, kill me. R'tas will kill you for failing to hold the Demon in any case." Thel spoke, defeated.

"You overestimate him Thel." K'zath spoke, placing his foot upon the Arbiter's chest. "He has no chance against thirty of the Guard. He is dead."

"Were it so easy..." Thel spoke, echoing what he had first spoken months ago.

"Prepare to die, Arbiter." The Kaidon raised both his swords, preparing to impale. As his arms descended though, two green, armoured hands grabbed them, stopping them dead in their tracks. With an impending horror, K'zath turned around, and saw the face of his worst nightmare, the Demon.

"Impossible..." He breathed, and John hoisted him up into the air.

"You know what they say about that word..." The Demon spoke, and, grabbing the Kaidon by the throat, tossed him into the wall. K'zath moaned in pain.

"Please...please!" K'zath screamed. "Have mercy!"

John bent down to the broken Elite's level.

"Demons don't show mercy." He whispered before sharply chopping the Kaidon in the throat. K'zath gave a gargle, coughed up blood, and then slumped to the ground, lifeless. He noticed a small metallic chip drop out from the Kaidon's corpse. Hoping it was what John thought it was, the Spartan picked it up.

Johnson came rushing into view, out of breath.

"God damn it, I missed the party." He swore.

"Sergeant?" The Arbiter rose, and asked in disbelief.

"Yeah yeah, I'm still alive. Come on, I'll fill you in on the details once we get out of here."

John looked at Avery.

"And how exactly do you plan on doing that?" He asked, sceptical.

Suddenly, the roar of the Scarab beam thundered, and one hundred feet or so ahead, a section of the corridor broke off, opening a passage to the outside.

"Ah." John said, his question answered.



[Edited on 03.28.2009 7:39 PM PDT]

  • 03.28.2009 7:39 PM PDT

a freaking mazing

  • 03.28.2009 8:03 PM PDT

Good stuff dude.

  • 03.29.2009 1:26 AM PDT

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

Great one, again! Looking forwards to Memoirs again.

  • 03.29.2009 1:57 AM PDT

-eddy!
huh! What? It was the other guy, honest! ;)
'it was a sniper!' looks down at my sniper
uhh yeah? hes got one too. XD

OMG! amazing!

  • 03.29.2009 7:55 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.

WOOT! GO SARGE!

  • 03.29.2009 11:58 PM PDT

Nice, again.

  • 03.30.2009 9:39 PM PDT

It'll be good to see how Johnson survived.

Keep it coming WF.

  • 03.31.2009 5:21 AM PDT

The Spartan Special Ops - Now with more LOLgasms!

Posted by: EnragedElite67
"The problem with quotes on the internet is 95% are made up." - Socrates

nice as always wolver, when is part 11 up?

  • 04.02.2009 2:44 PM PDT

Hey wolver can I get an eta pretty please

  • 04.02.2009 3:01 PM PDT

Part 11: Evacuation time

"Come on!" Johnson shouted over the carnage above them. Banshees were waging war against the colossal Scarab, and they were losing. Every shot fired seemed like it had been calculated down to the last inch, each and every bolt hit it's mark.

"Who's driving that thing?" John asked, his curiosity piqued. Sergeant Johnson laughed as they ran.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you Chief. Now let's get moving, there's a Seraph fighter just 'round this corner, in a hanger bay. I didn't notice any guards there either, they probably went to watch your 'Execution.' We can board it, and get the hell out of here."

"A sound plan Sergeant, but will it work in practice?" The Arbiter asked.

"Well...I can't fly the damn thing, but you can right?"

Thel looked offended for a second.

"Sergeant, I once commanded the Fleet of Particular Justice, one of the largest of it's kind in the Covenant battle armada, dwarfed only by the Fleet of Righteous Purpose and-"

"I didn't ask about your former titles Arbiter, I just wanted to know if you could fly the bloody Seraph!"

There was a long pause, a slight amount of tension was present in the air.

"Yes Human, I can."

"Good, that's all I wanted to know." Thel glanced at John and rolled his eyes, and despite the grievous situation they were in, John laughed, a hearty one he usually reserved for when he was with his Spartans. His Spartans....

Were they still alive? John certainly hoped so, the thought of being alone in the Universe filled him with dread. But then he remembered The Arbiter, and realised with a start he and the Elite had become as close as he was with Blue team. He wasn't a Spartan, he wasn't even Human, but the two had developed a bond on The Ark, a strong chain which could not be broken.

"There's the hangar, up ahead." John informed his two friends. "I can spot two figures in the distance, they look pretty big.."

"Hunters." The Arbiter spoke. "They are often employed as Security Guards when not in active combat."

John was worried about the Hunters, all he had was a Plasma rifle, hardly a powerful weapon, and Johnson's Battle Rifle only had one clip left. The Arbiter's sword wouldn't be of much use either, it would just slide through the multitude of Lekgolo worms cased inside the near indestructible armour.

"What are we going to do?" John asked in a slightly nervous tone. He wasn't worried about himself, but rather of his two allies, Johnson in particular as he possessed no energy shielding.

"We're gonna kick their ass!" Johnson growled between one of his never ending supplies of cigars. He began to move forward, and was yanked back by the firm, powerful hand of The Arbiter.

"We can't just go forth blindly, the Assault beams they wield will tear us to shreds." The Elite spoke wisely.

"You got any better ideas?" Avery asked of him, spitting a wad of chewed tobacco onto the ground. The Scarab in the distance was still firing.

"As a matter of fact Sergeant, I do..."

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

Inside the hard shell of the Excavation Scarab, The Grand Monitor of Installation 00 and his coup of Engineers were hard at work. Multiple Banshees were flying over head, and Mendicant had to calibrate every shot perfectly for fear of being over run. Doing this at the same time as paying close attention to the Elite's battle net was no small feat. Bias turned his attention to the battle net.

"The Demon has escaped High Councillor, and Kaidon K'zath has been found dead! An onlooker said it was the Arbiter who duelled with him."

A few seconds, then there came a differential reply.

"What a shame. We will all miss him dearly. Tell me Major, what is the current status of the Citadel?"

"The Scarab outside is still fully functional, and dealing heavy damage. Our Banshee fire squads are failing to destroy it, each one is shot down with a lone plasma bolt in the fusion reactors. All attempts to over ride the access panel have been blocked by an unknown presence."

"Blast it! Major 'Saphon, I want that Scarab boarded and all occupents burnt slowly to death."

"It will be done, High Councillor 'Desamee." The link as terminated.

"A boarding party is headed for us." The Monitor calmly explained to the Engineers in their strange language of whistles and gestures. Their long tentacle like hands began frantically moving around in fear.

"Calm down, I shall protect you. Resume at your stations, and act like nothing is wrong." The Monitor then hid up in the corner of the Scarab, waiting.

He didn't have to wait long, for soon, the sound of a Spirit could be heard. A dull clunk echoed as the Spec Ops team dropped onto the Scarab. They marched into the main control room.

"Cease what you are doing or be -" The leader of the squad broke off as he saw five Engineers happily whirring away, oblivious to their presence.

"By the Gods, they're just mere Huragok" One spoke, applying the proper name to them.

"What now?" Another asked, lowering his plasma rifle in uncertainty.

The leader of them grappled with the decision for a few moments.

"Kill them." He spoke in a fierce whisper.

Immediately there was upheaval.

"Kill the Huragok? But they are as innocent as children!" The Elite with the Plasma rifle spoke.

The Spec ops Leader turned around in anger.

"Innocent? Have you taken leave of your senses V'navoi? Can you not see what damage these....traitors have wrought? Kill them now, or face the consequences."

The Elites looked at each other.

"Very well." They spoke, raising their weapons to fire.

"Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you." An unknown voice resonated.


  • 04.06.2009 8:49 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Halo 3: Insurrection (Part Ten now out)

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

"This is never gonna work.." Johnson whispered as they approached the two Hunters. The Arbiter was in front, and he was dragging behind him both Avery and John, whose hands were bound by Energy manacles.

"Quiet Sergeant, we are about to come within range of their hearing." Thel snapped back, and there was instant silence.

The two Hunters saw them, and ran forward, weapons held high.

"Halt." One spoke. John was utterly shocked. He'd never heard a Hunter utter a sound that wasn't a blood thirsty cry of anger, never mind actual speech.

"What is your business here?" The other queried. With a start, John noticed they weren't actually talking, rather, they were contorting the mass of worms that made up their bodies to produce sounds which they formed into words. The Arbiter took charge, the very symbol of authority in his white, gleaming armour. John hoped the Hunters wouldn't notice the small stain of K'zath's blood on it's back.

"Ah, dear Mglekgolo, I have here two human prisoners which are to be escorted to Fleet master Vadum's flagship. Stand aside if you please." Thel was a natural liar, a trait he'd picked up during his career as Kaidon of Vadam. Politics.

The tow Hunters exchanged looks, wondering what to do. They usually dealt with Unngoy and Kig-Yar who tried to talk their way on board a ship. Confronting one of the Sangheili was a rarity.

"Do you have verification?" The first asked smugly, relishing the power he held.

"You dare question my word? You act above your station, you parasitic leech." Thel breathed in mock anger, his face pressed against that of the Hunter's.

Instead of the violent response John had expected, the two Hunters suddenly shrunk away from the Elite in fear, and made a clumsy attempt at a bow.

"Your ship awaits you noble Sangheili." The worms producing the sounds were contorting in a more frenzied, frightened way.

"A wise choice." Thel spoke in the most arrogant, pompous way John had ever seen him. He gave a sharp yank on the manacles binding him and Johnson, and strode past the two reduced behemoths. He stopped at the Seraph fighter, and unlocked the door via a sensor pad which would only respond the Sangheili touch. We were forced inside, and the door was closed.

"My God Arbiter, you got guts!" Sergeant Johnson spoke in a congratulatory manner. He was about the pat the Elite on the back when he realised he was still bound by the glowing shackles. Thel noticed, and quickly keyed in the access code to deactivate them. He did like wise on the pair binding John too.

"It was nothing." A modest reply came. "Hunters are a docile race when threatened by one of a higher rank. They are firm believers in the rules of war, and obey the commands of any superior officer to the one."

"Enough chatter." John cut them off. "Arbiter, can you fly this thing out of here?"

"I shall head to the control room now Spartan."

"Wait! Don't you want to hear how I'm still alive?" Johnson asked, clearly upset by their lack of interest.

"There'll be plenty of time for stories on the way. But for now we've gotta get out of here."

The Arbiter sidled into the pilot's seat, and began flicking switches. Slowly, the Seraph fighter began to rise up into the air. A voice issued from the speakers.

"Seraph fighter 487, you are not cleared for take off. Abort immediately or be killed." John smashed the speaker with his fist, shattering it into a multitude of pieces.
.
"We've gotta go. Now." John called over to Thel, who nodded affirmatively.

"Hold on to your helmet." John felt a sudden pang of loss. Cortana had spoken those words to him mere months ago. Now she was gone. But there was hope, John mused as he gazed at the metallic chip he had gathered from the Kaidon's corpse.

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

Inside the Scarab, the Elites turned as one to the source of the interruption, and gasped.

"An Oracle..." The leader breathed, basking in the holy guardian's golden glow.

The Oracle descended from the air down to the Elites level.

"A slightly inaccurate term, but yes, you can call me an oracle if you wish. Now tell me, what business do you have here?"

The Elite was thrown of guard. He could think of nothing but the sheer joy he felt from beholding the Oracle. The other Elites were likewise transfixed.

"I-uh..that is to say- we are..." The words would not come. Suddenly the Elite Battle Net receiver in his ear flared to life.

"What is the hold up Major? The Scarab is still firing!" Came High Councillor Desamee's impatient tones.

The Major was snapped out of his day dream, and he realised that the Scarab was still firing. And the Oracle was orchestrating the carnage, it was the puppeteer pulling the strings.
"Open fire my Brothers!" He growled with intense ferocity. His squad was brought back from their trance, and realising the command, raised their Plasma rifles to fire.

"Oh really now, is there really a need for violence?" The Oracle gave a sigh. "It matters not, we have done what must be done here. It is time we leave."

He drifted over to the Engineers, and all five of them stopped operating the Scarab and each placed a long, tapered tentacle upon the Oracle's divine form. The Elites stood still, dumbstruck. Only the Major was still thinking coherently. He squeezed the firm trigger of his Plasma rifle, and felt the shock wave as a cascade of bolts headed towards the Oracle and his Huragok.

However, instead of hearing the satisfying sound of an impact, the bolts carried on, and dispersed against the wall. The Monitor and Huragok were no where to be seen, only a faint light remaianed. Trying desperately to salvage the situation, the Major activated his comm link.

"High Councillor, we have secured the Scarab with no loss of life." He spoke, broadcasting it across a private battle net frequency.

"Excellent work Major, I am very pleased. Report back to me at once."

The Elite smelled a promotion.

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

John was seated in one of the Seraph's many seats, when he suddenly noticed a flash of light behind him. He jumped out the seat and scooped up the Plasma rifle, aiming it at the disturbance. Johnson came over.

"Down on the floor, now!" John commanded the strange group, which consisted of five Engineers and what looked like...

"A Monitor?!?" The Spartan exclaimed, confused.

"Greetings John. I am Mendicant Bias, Grand Monitor of Installation 00. I have been waiting a very long time to meet you in the flesh, so to speak."

Johnson placed a hand on John's shoulder.

"Don't worry Chief. Me and the Light bulb here know each other. Take a seat, I'll fill you in."


[Edited on 04.06.2009 8:52 PM PDT]

  • 04.06.2009 8:49 PM PDT

hawt

  • 04.06.2009 9:09 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.

O wow....

  • 04.07.2009 4:38 AM PDT

-eddy!
huh! What? It was the other guy, honest! ;)
'it was a sniper!' looks down at my sniper
uhh yeah? hes got one too. XD

what is with the pbsession with cliff hangers?
yes they are a good technique and all but theyre killing me!
well done by the way

  • 04.07.2009 4:39 AM PDT

More waiting eh? Ah well, it was good to read anyway. But I am looking forward to hearing Johnson's gory details.

  • 04.07.2009 5:08 AM PDT

Posted by: Matt Eddy
what is with the pbsession with cliff hangers?
yes they are a good technique and all but theyre killing me!
well done by the way


I wouldn't say I ended that last part on a cliff hanger, but oh well. Thanks.

  • 04.07.2009 6:29 AM PDT

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

You and I both, Max :D

Great chapter, as always.

  • 04.07.2009 6:37 AM PDT

Wow amazing

  • 04.07.2009 12:31 PM PDT

-eddy!
huh! What? It was the other guy, honest! ;)
'it was a sniper!' looks down at my sniper
uhh yeah? hes got one too. XD

Posted by: Wolverfrog
Posted by: Matt Eddy
what is with the pbsession with cliff hangers?
yes they are a good technique and all but theyre killing me!
well done by the way


I wouldn't say I ended that last part on a cliff hanger, but oh well. Thanks.


well im assuming that mendicant bias is going to say why johns needed etc etc which leads onto some kick ass fight scene eventually

  • 04.10.2009 1:03 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Halo 3: Insurrection (Part Eleven now out)

Does anyone know how to make a link to a specific post in this thread? Because I want to create a chapters page at the first post, but I don't know how to make it so if you click a link for say Part five, it will take you directly to that part. Anyone know how? I'll do the same for Memoirs too. And yes, I will carry on Memoirs, I'm just wondering where to go with it.

Now I am off to read Ghosts of Onyx again. Why? No reason.......

[Edited on 04.11.2009 5:16 AM PDT]

  • 04.11.2009 5:06 AM PDT