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Subject: [Story] Halo 3: Insurrection (Part Sixteen out) - Halo 3 Epilogue

You write awesome Wolverfrog. I can haz autograph?

  • 05.23.2009 7:49 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

id say bias did something probably teleportation that or they used drop pods :) keep it up

  • 05.24.2009 2:21 AM PDT

good to see that it has more attention here than it does in the SSO. Have you submitted it to the bungie blog yet?

  • 05.24.2009 3:56 AM PDT

"I? I am a monument to all your sins..."

  • 05.24.2009 4:51 AM PDT
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Iam enjoying Halo Reach and revisiting some past Bungie games, iam a big fan of Bungie and their online community.

This is realy quite good well done.

  • 05.24.2009 6:47 AM PDT

Posted by: Wolverfrog
"I? I am a monument to all your sins..."

...You must be -blam!- ENORMOUS

  • 05.24.2009 9:12 AM PDT

Posted by: The Stig 521
Posted by: Wolverfrog
"I? I am a monument to all your sins..."

...You must be -blam!- ENORMOUS


Stop ruining the atmosphere!

:)

  • 05.24.2009 9:58 AM PDT

Part Seventeen: Disturbed Slumber

Lord Eden was awoken from his peaceful slumber by a call from his secretary. He rose from the cushy bed in his quarters, and, rubbing the sleep from his eyes hit the answer button.

"Yes Mary, what is it?" He demanded impatiently down the intercom, at the same time pulling on his navy briefs. He missed the days when he would of got away with a pair of starched jeans and a loose polo, but that was no longer the case.

"Sir, I've got an incoming transmission from one Commander Samuel Bairns." Mary replied in a youthful, exuberant voice. Caffeine helped her get through the night.

"Commander who?" Eden asked in perplexity, wondering why it was so important that he had to be woken at 2am.

"He's with the Office of Naval Intelligence sir. Sector Three."

"Patch me through." Eden said without a moments hesitation. Sector Three was where all the covert activities happened, anything from there was bound to be intriguing.

A few moments later, and a worried, worn looking face appeared on the large screen .

"Ah, Commander, how wonderful to see you." Eden said, acting as if they'd been friends since college.

"Lord Eden sir! I-I-" The man began, but he suddenly burst out crying. Eden felt a knot twist in his stomach.

"What the devil is wrong Commander? Where are you?" He demanded angrily, he had no time for theatrics.

"J-just outside Onyx sir. Me and the AI Dark Harvest have been monitoring the situation since the explosion. It should be somewhere in the archives. I'm sending you an authorisation code now." He added when noticing Eden's confusion.

Eden walked over to the computer and quickly typed in the override commands he had just received.. His face displayed wonder as he beheld the file.

"My God, they were training Spartans there? Why the hell was I not told of this?"

"Sector Three wanted to keep it quiet sir. Lord Hood didn't know either."

"Hmm...this is very interesting. Next time ONI discovers something like this, I want to be told okay? Now, why did you call me? Surely it wasn't just about Onyx...." Eden used, closing the file temporarily, and opening another he had found. He hit the print button, and allowed himself a lazy smile. He now was in possession of every ONI password for the next twelve months.

"No sir, it wasn't about Onyx. Something worse. Much worse. The Master Chief is dead sir!" The Commander cried, and his voice broke. Eden was staring at him like he had gone mad.

"Well of course he's dead Commander, he's been dead for nearly three months dammit! Listen, Samuel, do you need help? Because I can send some very talented psychiatrists over within less than a day..."

"No sir, he's alive! Well, he's not now, but he was!" The Commander shouted disrespectfully.

Eden sighed, he was getting no where.

"For the love of God man, shut up and put the AI on!" He ordered, and reluctantly the Commander moved away from the camera. For the first time, Eden wondered how they were talking despite the fact they were light years apart. A few seconds later, a hologram popped up of a Grim Reaper with straw in it's mouth. Couldn't he talk to anyone normal?

"Good evening sir." The hooded AI spoke, giving a salute. Well, at least it wasn't crying.

"AI, what on earth is the good Commander over there blabbering on about?"

Dark Harvest regarded his companion with bemusement, and turned back to Eden.

"Earlier today sir, as we were monitoring the situation, I detected a slip space rupture of the port side. Initial diagnostics didn't show it as one of our ships, so we assumed it belonged to the Elites. We were somewhat surprised as but a small Seraph fighter emerged, we'd been expecting a fleet at the least. Presuming it to be a scout, Sam here perhaps a little too eagerly gave the order to fire. Exactly three MAC shots crashed into the side of the Seraph before the Commander could shut it off, enough to destroy it."

Eden's brow furrowed with confusion.

"And why did the Commander attempt to cancel the attack AI?" He questioned of the program.

"I believe it had to do with the message we received from the cruiser seconds before impact sir."

Eden leaned forward in his chair.

"And what was the Message?"

"My data banks recorded it as "This is Spartan 117, do not open fire!" .

Eden gasped, and hit the back of the chair hard. He reached for the flask to his right, and hastily poured himself a shot of whiskey, draining it instantly. Without replying the to Artificial Intelligence, Eden stood up and hit another intercom button.

"London? Yes, this is Admiral Eden speaking. I want you to send a fleet to the co ordinates I'm sending you. Certain events have...transpired."

"You want them to go now sir?" A voice Eden recognised as the newly promoted Captain Daniels asked.

"Yes Daniels, the sooner the better. I need to know for sure if he's dead."

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

John woke up to a bright light, and raised a hand to his head. His hand felt resistance as it hit the visor of his Mark VI suit.

"Hey!" A distant, familiar voice called. "He's woken up!"

He felt a strong hand grasp his, and pull him up. John realised he must have been looking into a mirror of sorts, because through his eyes he saw a blurry suit of Mjolnir Mark VI.

"You had us worried there for a second." The voice spoke again, John knew he'd heard it before but he couldn't quite place a finger upon it.

His confusion doubled as another blurry suit of Mjolnir dashed into view, and hugged him round the shoulders.

"John thank goodness you're alright!" A different voice this time, female.

"I think he might be concussed." Another female voice sounded, and John turned to see another suit of Mjolnir. He felt faint, and let out a slight groan. What the hell was wrong with him, was he dreaming?

"Whoa, he's swaying! I think he's falling back into unconsciousness!" Shouted the first voice, which John now realised was male. "Someone go get the doctor! It's gonna be alright John, stay with me now, you're safe."

He heard one last sentence before darkness consumed him.

"Your back with us."





  • 05.26.2009 10:39 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

wow, getting them alltogether for something big?
well done

  • 05.26.2009 10:56 AM PDT

I bet its the other spartan team there, any takers?

  • 05.26.2009 11:41 AM PDT

I think it's obvious. :P
Posted by: The Stig 521
I bet its the other spartan team there, any takers?

  • 05.26.2009 7:43 PM PDT

Posted by: Dropship dude
No, acnboy. Spartain Ken 15 is a lesser being. Much like the bacteria that lives in your shi­t.
Posted by: mike120593
My shi­t bacteria takes offense to that comparison.

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

erm.. correlation between this and max's story much?

  • 05.27.2009 5:23 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Halo 3: Insurrection (Part Seventeen out) - Halo 3 Epilogue

You mean with the Spartans? Perhaps, but they aren't Max's invention, they're Eric Nylunds, and I can use them if I want. I even PMed Max a while ago and he said it was okay.

Edit - You seem dissatisfied with my work recently random, what's up?

[Edited on 05.27.2009 5:37 AM PDT]

  • 05.27.2009 5:37 AM PDT
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Iam enjoying Halo Reach and revisiting some past Bungie games, iam a big fan of Bungie and their online community.

Well written youve clearly put a lot of effort into this.

  • 05.27.2009 1:40 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.

Hold on... what?
BANNED? NOOOOOOOOO!
It's like Max all over again!

  • 05.29.2009 10:19 PM PDT

What?
Posted by: random no337
Hold on... what?
BANNED? NOOOOOOOOO!
It's like Max all over again!

  • 05.30.2009 2:41 PM PDT

Don't worry guys, it was just a little three day ban for slight spamming. Anyway, I've done the next part, here it is.



Part Eighteen: A troublesome politician

"Fleet master, I assure you, we tried many a time to contact you. I blame slip space interference." High Councillor 'Defames assured his liege earnestly.

"So you say." R'tas replied. "Yet for some reason I do not quite believe you. And why was I not informed of the change of power here? I knew Kaidon A'trinr, he was a great man. Did you not think I should know he had been replaced by High Councillor K'zath? I am the leader of the Sangheili, and I demand the respect my station deserves!"

"Honoured one, with the end of the Prophet's regime we assumed-"

"You assumed what? That you could establish laws of your own? Nay, you are mistaken brother, with the Prophets gone I am in charge. Never forget that." R'tas shouted at the cowering High Councillor in anger.

Since arriving upon Sangheilios yesterday, R'tas had found the Councillors of Vadam to be stubborn. They'd have to be put in their place soon. But for now...

"Now, what can you tell me of the incident?" R'tas demanded of 'Defames.

"What incident would that be my lord?"

R'tas had had enough of the stalling. He beckoned over an Honour Guard.

"What is your name brother?" He asked of the young guardian.

"G'rath Teynold Fleet master." The Honour Guard replied.

"Ah, a Teynold? I believe I have met one of your kin before G'rath. You shall bring your family great honour today. Take this filth to the dungeon." R'tas pointed at the horrified 'Defames.

"No! No! Please my lord, please!" The High Councillor begged even as he was lifted by the scruff of his neck by G'rath. R'tas allowed himself a smile, his sharp teeth gleaming.

"Oh? Will you stop stalling then, and tell me what I want to know?" He inquired in a deadly voice.

"Yes! Yes Fleet master, I'll tell everything!" The High Councillor cried, relief clear in his voice. R'tas turned his back and headed towards his quarters.

"So you knew what I was asking about all along, and you refrained from telling me? Take him to the Dungeon G'rath, I'll be down to interrogate him later." R'tas hated the game of politics, but it didn't mean he couldn't play.

************************
"What in Sam hell just happened?" Johnson growled as he lifted himself off the floor. His combats were torn, exposing to the cold, bitter wind his bloody knees. Near him he could hear the Engineers the Monitor had brought with it whistling in alarm.

"Do you Humans always shoot first and ask questions later?" Mendicant Bias inquired of the Sergeant. "Ah, no matter, I just don't enjoy having to create a temporal slip space rift a split second before we are destroyed by artillery rounds."

"Where has the Spartan gone?" The Arbiter asked as he warily looked around in confusion.

"Where has he?-" The Monitor began, then realised what the Elite was talking about. "Oh dear. It seems the plasma explosion may have changed the course of the slip space rift, John could be anywhere on this installation or..em...floating in slip space."

"Say what? Damn it Light bulb, you better not have just killed the greatest chance humanity has for survival!" Avery was stood up now, his angry features pushed against the Monitor's lens. Thel readied himself to restrain him if things got nasty, although with the fire-power he possessed, Bias hardly needed it.

"Now now Sergeant, in all probability he is simply somewhere else upon this installation. There is a very small chance he is elsewhere." Bias assured him, and Avery stepped back.

"How small a chance?" The Sergeant asked quietly, whilst fumbling in his pouch for a cigar to chew on. His face showed dismay when he found nothing, and realised he was all out.

"Judging by my somewhat fractured processing unit, I'd say about 33.33 percent recurring."

"You call that small? Dammit, I have less chance getting a specific number on a dice than that! Well, I suppose there's nothing we can do about it but hope. Where the hell are we anyway?"

"I have no idea." The Arbiter added unhelpfully. He looked uncomfortable without an Elite or the Chief with him.

"I intended to bring us to Onyx due to the fact a Sentinel production factory was upon it, something which would have proved useful. However, it seems like the planet was destroyed, the Dyson sphere it housed activated. Thus, when the ship was firing at us, I did the only possible thing I could and telephoned us inside it. Unfortunately, on account of me having to work so quickly, coupled with the explosion, it seems John has been...separated." Bias spoke regretfully.

"Right, well, the first thing we should do is set up camp. I suggest that-"

Johnson was inscrutably cut off as Mendicant Bias' lens flashed red, and the golden hologram surrounding him began to flicked and change to a dull bronze colour.

"Arghh!" Bias exclaimed, had he not been so worried and confused Johnson would have wondered how the Monitor registered pain. "No...it can't be...."

Sparks began to fly off Mendicant, and Avery drew out his weapon, all the good it would have done him.

"What is it Oracle?" Thel inquired of it, a look of uncertainty upon his face.

"<YOUR INTRUSION HAS BEEN LOGGED>" A voice emanated out of Bias' speakers, but it definitely wasn't his voice, it was deeper, more menacing.

"What the hell?" Johnson took a step back fearfully, and the Arbiter moved his hand across his chest in a prayer like motion.

<DEFENCE PROTOCOLS HAVE BEEN INTIATED>

"<AFFILIATES HAVE BEEN ADDED TO SENTINEL TARGETING LEDGER>"

"Light bulb? Snap out of it for God's sake!" Avery shouted, raising his rifle. The Arbiter drew out his violet Energy Sword.

"<YOU SHOULD HAVE REMAINED IN YOUR PRISON MENDICANT BIAS>"

"<FOR NOW I MUST DESTROY YOU>"

  • 05.30.2009 2:45 PM PDT

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

R'tas descended down the spiraling flight of steps to the dungeon, alone. He prided himself on not needing an escort of guards to follow him wherever he chose to go. He lifted a glowing blue torch of the wall and continued walking.

The dungeon of Vadam was ancient, easily over 5000 years old. R'tas reminisced fondly upon the lessons he had learnt as a young ling, the history of their race and how they had started off as an honourable race using swords crafted from metal. Much like the human medieval times, he thought.

Soon, technology came to their world, and they began venturing out into space. If they had made full use of the Forerunner relics on Sangheilios, they would have done this long ago, but it had been considered amongst the Sangheili to be heresy to touch a relic, punishable by death.

Everything had changed when the Prophets arrived, in the Forerunner Dreadnought. How the leaders had cried heresy at the use of the holy ship, crying out the word even as they were incinerated by the powerful weapons the Dreadnought housed.

All had changed with the writ of union, and his race had reluctantly accepted the Prophets ideology that the relics should be used. Now that they were free from their rule, many were debating on whether or not to return to the old ways. R'tas knew it would never happen, his race had become too used to the power the relics gave them.

Moisture dripped from the stone ceiling, and dropped upon R'tas' shoulder. He didn't flinch.

"So High Councillor, are you ready to talk to me?" He called as he reached the dungeon."

"Yes noble one! Of course!" A timid voice called. R'tas snorted, disgusted. 'Defames wouldn't make a good soldier, if he was a warrior R'tas was probably put him under the command of an Unngoy.

"Very well. Now you've learnt your lesson, let's go somewhere quieter."

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

"So you tracked the Co-ordinates for the Seraph's slip space jump? And where, my dear High Councillor, did they lead?"

'Defames hesitated a second, then reluctantly handed over to chip of data. R'tas activated it, and a 3-Dimensional view of the planet the Seraph had jumped to appeared. Symbols of Reclaimers, or the Humans, were etched upon the hologram, detected by the luminary back when the Covenant ruled.

"These glyphs are numerous. This planet, it's controlled by the Humans?"

"It would seem so Fleet master. Is the a specific reason as to why you wished to see this?"

R'tas drew in a breath, and stood up to his full height.

"I want the full fleet of Vadam ready to leave. Now." He stated bluntly, turning towards the doorway.

Forgetting his earlier fears, the High Councillor stood up and began to protest.

"My lord, you surely can't take our military force! We will be vulnerable to attack from the Humans! Are you so pathetic that you are willing to risk the safety of this entire state just to chase your Demon friend?"

As soon as he said it, 'Defames knew he had gone too far. His face paled. R'tas slowly turned around, and drew out his sword, marching up to the frightened politician.

"What right, what sanction do you presume to have to judge me?" The Fleet master said, grasping the High Councillor's thin neck with one, bone crushing hand. R'tas hoisted the flailing Elite, and slammed him against the wall.

"Now." R'tas whispered, bringing the burning sword up to 'Defames' neck. " I am going take the fleet, and find the Spartan and the Arbiter. They both have influence with the Humans, the Spartan especially, and I hope to bring this war to the end."

"That's....Heresy!" Croaked 'Defames through his constricted windpipe.

"You sound just like a Prophet...How pathetic. I could kill you right now, I could say you fell. No one would question my word."

A terrified squeak emerged from the High Councillor's mouth. R'tas snorted in disgust, and tossed the Elite to the ground, where he lay quivering in his mewled robes.

"Don't follow me. Or I will kill you." R'tas warned as he left.

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

One hour later, the fleet was assembled. It was rather small, only Twelve ships, the Sangheili had suffered great losses with the betrayal of the Jirahanae, but it was a fleet all the same.

"We are ready to leave!" R'tas called to the fleet through the com channel, from his flagship, Shadow of Intent. "Prepare yourself Warriors, the battle ahead may be tough. Who knows what awaits us at our destination? But still, we must go, for peace's sake."

"Set course for Onyx!"

  • 05.30.2009 2:46 PM PDT

Cue intense music.

  • 05.30.2009 3:06 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Halo 3: Insurrection (Part Eighteen out) - Halo 3 Epilogue

*Random post for the Hell of it*

Haha It is fun wolver lol

[Edited on 05.31.2009 5:37 PM PDT]

  • 05.30.2009 3:09 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Halo 3: Insurrection (Part Seventeen out) - Halo 3 Epilogue

my new GT is Moth Zero

very nice, Wolver

  • 05.30.2009 11:51 PM PDT
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SSO the best and most fun group around, join up now you know you want to!

only 12 ships?? wow thats not much

you want to know what i think will happen next?
well you're going to hear it anyway

concerning the elites- i seriously don't think that all the brutes have been destroyed, it's a really big galaxy i really think that the brutes will come into it somewhere

john- well well well, the first choice for those people would be fred, kelly, linda etc who where inside the shield part of onyx when it blew but it could be someone else like... forerunners who were using old tech which looked alot like the Mjolnir suite, apparently the ones the civilians wore looked just like it

johnson/bias- well you said mendicant bias not rampant bias, could be a that it's his proper name or it could mean that it's not the bias that wanted to stop the rings from firing
also offensive bias will probably come into it somewhere

what i thought in the main story line is that mendicant bias would get tricked into tricking everyone into getting captured but now i think that offensive bias might do that, then trick the elites/ covies into getting captured too because they worship the oracles
anyway that's my take on the story feel free to discuss anything you want to

  • 05.31.2009 6:03 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
You mean with the Spartans? Perhaps, but they aren't Max's invention, they're Eric Nylunds, and I can use them if I want. I even PMed Max a while ago and he said it was okay.

Edit - You seem dissatisfied with my work recently random, what's up?
I what? No! This is awesome! I just like to remark on things I find odd or wrong, that's just an annoying part of my persona.

  • 06.01.2009 2:10 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Halo 3: Insurrection (Part Eighteen out) - Halo 3 Epilogue

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: Luke35120
What?
Posted by: random no337
Hold on... what?
BANNED? NOOOOOOOOO!
It's like Max all over again!
There was a series of bans that MaxRealFlugel recieved that severely interrupted him posting his story. And other people reading i if they are new.

[Edited on 06.01.2009 2:12 AM PDT]

  • 06.01.2009 2:11 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
telephoned

teleported

EDIT: lol triple post

[Edited on 06.01.2009 3:50 AM PDT]

  • 06.01.2009 2:23 AM PDT