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

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well i've just read every part of that, took me an hour, but it was bloody well worth it!

  • 06.01.2009 3:09 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Halo 3: Insurrection (Part Eighteen out) - Halo 3 Epilogue

Posted by: random no337
Posted by: Wolverfrog
telephoned

teleported

EDIT: lol triple post


Blame spell checker for that one :D

  • 06.01.2009 8:52 AM PDT

Posted by: Wolverfrog
Posted by: random no337
Posted by: Wolverfrog
telephoned

teleported

EDIT: lol triple post


Blame Stosh for that one :D

Fixed

  • 06.01.2009 12:36 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Halo 3: Insurrection (Part Nineteen out) - Halo 3 Epilogue

Part Nineteen: Help from the lady in blue...

"Where the hell did he drop from anyway?" A gruff male voice asked.

"I can't say for sure, I've got some theories but we'll know more when he wakes up." A female one replied in turn.

John was feeling weak. Weaker than he had ever remembered being. Hearing what seemed like familiar voices, he slowly and painfully opened his eyes. Everything seemed less clear, less coherent. With a start, John realised he had been stripped of his sight enhancing Mjolnir armour, and was dressed in the casual military clothes he wore beneath the powerful exoskeleton.

His retina adjusting to this disability, he looked up and saw a beautiful starry sky, and looking around, found that he was lying on the floor, a few pieces of thin fabric doing little to ease his uncomfortably.

With a grunt, he propped himself up on his arms, only to succumb to his injuries and fall back down again, screwing his eyes shut in pain. He hit the ground with a clash, and heard a startled gasp from afar. A figure came running into view.

"Oh my goodness, you're awake! Don't try to move John, you need to rest right now." A female voice spoke, one John knew from his youth. He opened his eyes again.

"Doctor...Doctor Halsey?" He asked, shocked by how weak his voice sounded to him.

"That's right. Now, save your questions for later, and I'll save mine too. I unsealed your Mjolnir and stripped some of the bio foam from it, in an attempt to speed up the process of healing. But by all rights John, you should be dead! One of your lungs had been crushed, and your artery was flowing freely. I guess being a Spartan helped." Halsey replied in a matter of fact manner,

"Where are we? And what are you doing here?" John inquired, getting straight to the point.

Halsey laughed.

"Always straight to the core of the problem right John? Stay here, I'll go and get Fred and Kelly to help you inside. We'll talk over a meal. Oh, and I have a friend of yours inside who's all better now. She couldn't give me much information though."

And with that she walked off, leaving John to lie in his confusion.

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

It was hell, Mendicant Bias decided, as another attack was launched upon him by his enemy. Within the confines of his artificial mind, he had set up barriers, but slowly, they were being torn down. The pain was more than any he had ever experienced, even all those years ago when he had first been fragmented, by the same being as now ironically.

For reasons Mendicant couldn't quite understand, Offensive Bias, the being created to destroy him during his lapse into rampancy, was present upon this installation. Which poised a problem for him. A problem that would most likely result in his death.

Half heartedly, Mendicant retaliated with a pathetic attack of his own, one which didn't even phase the more powerful Artificial Intelligence. Offensive was living up to his name, relentless.

"Why are you here Mendicant?" A deep, scratchy voice echoed throughout his data core. "Haven't you done enough damage? The Installations were activated millenea ago, no life remains. Surely the Gravemind can't still be alive after all this time?"

Realising the life line when he saw it, Mendicant replied quickly in turn.

"Nay Offensive, or at least not the same one I served. Life did survive, one of the beings with me is Reclaimer. I have come to atone for my sins, to undo the wrongs I wrought."

There was a brief respite from the continuous assault, as Offensive rescanned Sergeant Johnson. After a few moments, he was back.

"It seems you speak the truth Mendicant. Or do you? What lies have you fed this Reclaimer to gain his confidence?" It said, doubling the strength of it's attack. Mendicant threw up another barrier, but it was weak. He could see the presence of Offensive Bias on the other side, regarding him with suspicion."

"No...lies. Not this time. I come now as a friend, to repent. We must act swiftly, the Flood is returning, perhaps stronger than ever."

Offensive observed for a moment, then turned red in aggression, throwing itself against the weak Monitor with all it's strength.

"Perhaps you are right Mendicant. But I am not willing to risk the lives of all who sleep on this installation upon a hunch. It matters not, when you are dead I will examine your crushed data core and see if you really were being honest. Although, honest or not, it really makes no difference to you..."

As a result of the attack, Mendicant began to feel his spark dimming. In a moment, he would be nothing but broken wires and circuits.

Then, as he was prepared to give up and surrender to Offensive Bias, another presence entered his core, an alien one not of Forerunner origin. In his weakened state, he could barely make out the following words.

"I think it's time you left." A human like, female voice spoke authoritatively. The next second, Mendicant felt another mind link with his own.

"I'm sorry? Who might you be?" Offensive demanded menacingly, relinquishing his hold on Mendicant for a slight second.

"I'm your worst nightmare." She spoke simply, and with a wave of her blue, holographic hand, Mendicant felt the pressure on him vanish entirely. The representation of her then walked over to him.

"Why thank you for helping me there." Mendicant stated. "But tell me, how did you know I was on your side?"

The other AI laughed.

"I'd seen you before, or at least felt you presence. You were on High Charity, delaying the launch weren't you? At first, I thought you were being hostile, but now I know why you did it. I'm glad to have you on our side Mendicant Bias." She said, transferring a surge of energy into his crippled power as she did so.

"As am I glad to have you. I'm glad John survived, or at least I assume he did?" A short nod confirmed his hunch. "And it's good to see you working again, but tell me, who fixed your data core?" He asked her.

"You'll see soon enough. I'll upload our location to your memory banks, you and your....interesting entourage should be able to locate us after that. I'm leaving now, this long distance communication is tiring." Came a witty reply.

"Very well. We shall meet up with you soon. Oh, and Cortana? Try and keep John alive while I'm gone."

Cortana turned, with an offended look on her features.

"I've been doing it a lot longer than you have Mendicant, don't worry about us." And with that, she faded.

Mendicant chuckled, things were getting interesting. Slowly, he emerged out of his data core, and once again looked out upon the real world. He looked down, and saw Johnson and the Arbiter staring up at him in perplexity, their weapons raised. The five Engineers were cowering behind a rock.

"Well you can put those guns away. I'm fine now." He said calmly, as if nothing had transpired.

"We heard....voices. It was....sort of unnerving." Johnson said, reluctantly holstering his battle rifle. The Arbiter nodded in agreement.

"I apologise for that Reclaimer, Arbiter. And to my Huragok friends over there too. I ran into an old friend, thankfully a newer one bailed me out. But the good news is I know where we can find John, and perhaps some other allies too."

"He's alive? Well that's a relief. What are we waiting for then, let's go."

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

John limped along, supported as he did by Kelly and Fred. He didn't feel in a talkative, he didn't have the energy to. His two fellow Spartans though had no such reservations.

"You wouldn't believe what's happened over these past few months John. But I'm afraid you're going to have to believe, because it's real alright." Fred spoke happily, excited that his friend was with them once again.

"Yeah?" John croaked out. "Well I've had some....pretty crazy adventures myself."

"Well, you can tell us all about it later. We need to know what's happening. As for where the hell you came from, I'm sure that's a long story too. We can wait. Right, we're nearly at the Forerunner settlement, AKA camp." That was Kelly speaking, in her slight accent.

"Forerunner settlement?" John wheezed, and immediately wished he hadn't, as he broke into a coughing fit.

"Yep." Fred explained after he was done. "A couple of miles away is a huge Citadel, you can see it in the distance if you look carefully. Anyway, we did bit of searching and found a small village like place near it. We decided to set up shop there, we even found some food. At first were against eating it, you know, it must have been ancient. But after a little bit, hunger settled in, and we decided to eat it anyway. To our surprise, it tasted fresh like it had been prepared the other day. Strange thing is, every day the cupboard replenishes itself. The Doctor suspects it's transferred here by a small slip space rupture."

John chuckled, that was Fred alright, when he got started, he didn't pipe down.

"Anyway, a few days ago we were out scouting, trying to find things we could use, when suddenly me, Kelly and Linda hear a faint whooshing noise. A few seconds later, a bright light filled the clearing and you just popped out of nowhere, leaving a fairly large crater where you fell. Kelly ran to go get the doctor, and she came a little bit later. Told us to leave you where you where, and began working her magic, after we'd stripped your armour that is. Fortunately, Halsey knows the release codes. Anyway, I'm rambling, and the building where everyone is waiting is just ahead."

"I'm glad you're here John." Kelly spoke warmly. "We've got a much better chance of storming the Citadel with you here."

"Storming the what?" John asked faintly, but was cut off as he came to a building. Fred pressed some buttons to the side of the door, and it slid open. On the other side was a familiar face.

"Chief," CPO Mendez greeted. "It's good to see you live and kicking son."



[Edited on 06.06.2009 3:09 PM PDT]

  • 06.06.2009 2:33 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

im not sure if mendexz would behave like that
hes neer caled the spartans their first names, hes always formal and wears his poker face
apart from that well done, good tie in

  • 06.06.2009 2:58 PM PDT

my new GT is Moth Zero

very good, wolver. Excellent work as always. Nice to see stories still get read around here.

  • 06.06.2009 11:31 PM PDT

I feel an errie presence of awesome in this story

  • 06.08.2009 1:50 PM PDT

Three replies makes me sadface. Ah well, it may pick up soon. Maybe some readers are at summer camp or something.

  • 06.09.2009 8:05 AM PDT

Posted by: Wolverfrog
Three replies makes me sadface. Ah well, it may pick up soon. Maybe some readers are at summer camp or something.

Do you mean the lack of replies?
For the record that was an awesome part

  • 06.09.2009 1:46 PM PDT

Really liking this wolverfrog. How many parts do you think are left?

  • 06.11.2009 12:12 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.

Posted by: Wolverfrog
Three replies makes me sadface. Ah well, it may pick up soon. Maybe some readers are at summer camp or something.

Whoops, forgot to reply.

  • 06.11.2009 4:33 PM PDT

sowwies I forgot about this story. -.-

  • 06.24.2009 8:29 AM PDT

Posted by: MaxRealflugel
Really liking this wolverfrog. How many parts do you think are left?


I'd say about fifteen or so, although maybe more. And the end isn't necessarily the end.

  • 06.24.2009 8:41 AM PDT

Challenge me to a Hawaiian Punch chugging contest. I dare you.


Posted by: mubox47
$.50 in store credit.

Wow, im only half way through part one, but this is entirely different then most fanfics. Im loving it already.

  • 06.24.2009 8:56 AM PDT

Ah, another reader, marvelous. I hope you enjoy it.

  • 06.24.2009 8:59 AM PDT

Challenge me to a Hawaiian Punch chugging contest. I dare you.


Posted by: mubox47
$.50 in store credit.


"Welcome to Sanghelios Demon....."

Oh, snap.


Great work. Im gonna be reading these from work for a while. Keep it up.

  • 06.24.2009 9:08 AM PDT

Part Twenty : So it begins...

<Outside of Onyx's orbit>


Captain Daniels paced up and down the deck of the UNSC Galapagos destroyer thoughtfully, even as sirens were ringing and the ship was preparing it's weaponry system.. They'd arrived in the system of Onyx yesterday, and had found nothing to greet them except thousands upon thousands of what were apparently ravaged Sentinels.

The only sign that the Master Chief had been here was the video and voice recording taken from the ONI Prowler Whisper of Night, presented by a traumatised Commander Samuel. Daniels felt a pang of sympathy for the man, despite the fact he was an ONI Spook. To be responsible for the death of Humanities greatest hero must have been nerve wrecking.

Daniels sighed, it was a waste of time and resources being here, not to mention the fact that Earth; specifically London, was a lot more vulnerable now. Yet after they had found traces of an unusual slip space rupture, Lord Eden had insisted they stay put, in case anything were to happen.

A plasma explosion crashing into the side of the ship brought the Captain out of his train of thought, and he cursed.

The Elites had arrived in system a few hours ago. With a fleet large enough to rival the one Daniels had brought with him too. They had hung back for an hour or so, no doubt discussing tactics, then without warning a plasma missile crashed into one of the ships in Daniels' fleet, depleting it's energy shields.

The Captain smiled, he was sure the Elites regretted giving them shield technology now that it was being used against them.

The battle was in full throttle now, and Daniels gave the order for another MAC round to be fired at an Elite cruiser. The destroyer charged up it's mighty gun, and let loose. The huge chunk of metal smashed through the enemy ship, obliterating it in a blue and purple explosion.

One ship down, Eleven to go. And Daniels only had Nine left. While the UNSC ships may be rival to an Elite one, with the new energy shields installed, the Elites still had thousands of years more hereditary experience of fighting in space. The battle would be close.

A voice called across the Galapagos' intercom, and Daniels' head rose.

"We have boarders in Hanger Bay Five. All available combat personnel respond!"

Boarders eh? Thought Daniels as he grabbed a pump action shot gun from a nearby rack. Time to go greet them.

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

"So Chief, d'ya miss me?"

John got that cold feeling down his spine he usually experienced when he inserted Cortana into his neural implant.

"More than you could ever know." He thought, knowing that Cortana would hear it.

"Doctor Halsey is a genius. Not only did she repair me, but she managed to extend my life span by another ten years. So I'm not going to go rampant on you just yet Chief." She said within the confines of his mind.

"Glad to hear it." He said, this time speaking aloud.

"Well, we should head on over to the briefing room. You can tell everyone else what we've been up to. It's gonna be quite a tale."

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

"The Ark you say?" Catherine Halsey queried of John.

"Yes Ma'am, a final defence against the Flood; it was built to simultaneously activate every Halo in the Galaxy. The interesting part is that the Forerunners built it outside the Milky Way, the person who activates it is safe from all harm."

"Let me guess; you blew it up?" The Doctor asked coyly. Her level of perception didn't surprise John, she knew his style better than anyone, except of course Cortana.

"We did." Cortana pitched in, using the helmet of John's suit to do so. "We activated an incomplete Halo, it started a reaction which blew the place up."

For the next hour or so, John and Cortana took turns filling in Halsey and everyone else on what they'd been doing. They were surprised to learn that the Elites had joined them, but now they were at war again.

"So basically this whole war was started by a misunderstanding? Well, as soon as we get out of this place we'll make ends meet." Halsey said, instantly calming John down. When Halsey set out to do something, it usually got done.

"Nonsense!" Mendez suddenly cried. "We should never work with those murderous Elites, I say we kill every last one of them!"

John's fellow Spartans nodded in agreement, as did the unfamiliar characters in Mjolnir esque armour. They looked like Spartans, but John had never seen them before.

He couldn't blame them for their attitude; indeed, much less than a year ago John had believed the same thing. He would have happily throttled every single one of them personally had the opportunity presented itself.

But things had changed, especially since he had met the Arbiter, or Thel Vadam' he reminded himself. And John had realised that, when you got down to the core of it, Elites and Humans weren't all that different. It wasn't hard to imagine a time when Elites would be living in Human cities and vice versa.

"I disagree. I've met Elites outside of combat, and they're not so different from us. One of them happens to be a close friend." He replied, receiving tuts of disapproval. Wanting to change the subject, he turned to the new Spartan like figures.

"So where exactly do you fit into all of this then?" He asked of them irritably, annoyed that they were so quick to pass judgement upon a species they had never met with without a gun.

The two tallest ones stood up, and shook John's hand firmly. Too firmly to be normal humans.

"I'm Tom, and this is Lucy. We've heard a lot of stories about you Master Chief sir, all the threes looked up to you greatly. It has always been my wish to see you in the flesh." Tom said, confusing John even more.

"Well thank you, I'm flattered but--"

"What do you mean by 'Threes'?" Cortana cut in suspiciously. Tom kicked his foot back and forth guiltily.

"Well, Spartan IIIs ma'am. The next generation so to speak. The program was started by Colonel Ackerson a while ago."

"I knew it! Damn Ackerson, I should have known he'd do something like that, the sly bastard!" Cortana suddenly shouted, surprising everyone.

"Hey Cortana, show some respect. The man died stalling the Covenant when they attacked Earth; don't you remember?" Then John suddenly realised. "Ah, of course, you weren't there. I'll fill you in later. For now, just keep in mind that to me, he's a Hero."

He then directed his attention back to Tom and Lucy, who were standing still, awkwardly.

"So, who trained you then? Just Mendez?" He asked of them, and Mendez cleared his throat.

"Actually John, Kurt helped. Yeah, that Kurt. Don't start attacking me with questions, I'll fill you in."

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

<Forward Unto Dawn crash site, State of Vadam, Sangheilios>

The blazing wreck of the Forward Unto Dawn illuminated the crystal clear lake with a red, hell like glow. Badly damaged by it's surge through atmosphere, it was but a fragment of the magnificent frigate it once was.

A large chunk of metal suddenly shifted to one side, and from underneath the metal poked three small tentacles, trying to pull itself free from the rubble. Finally, after an hour of constant struggling, it did, and shook the rubble off of it's fleshy form.

It scurried over to the side of the lake bed, and dipped a tentacle in the water, opening the pores on the end of it. Happy it had completed one job, it moved off elsewhere, leaving the tarnished water behind it.

Receiving no information from the central intelligence, it had to depend upon it's primal instincts to survive.

The thing looked towards the sky, and saw smoke billow across the tall trees some miles away. Urged on by pheromones, it harried off towards the smoke, cutting through the jungle.

As it moved across the vines and scattered leaves, avoiding swamps and bogs, a figure dropped down in it's path. A small creature, with a curious face and hairy body. The figure wasn't much taller than it. Merely a simple, unintelligent animal, most likely native to the jungle..

After evaluating the situation for a few seconds, the thing took the only possible course of action, and launched itself at the figure. It grasped on with fierce grip, and plunged the sharp tapered points of it's tentacles into the spine of the figure, oblivious to the screams of shock and pain of the creature. Bidden by it's call, more of the same species came into the clearing, regarding with simplicity the scene before them.

The thing burrowed completely inside the creature, and released the super cell. Slowly, the host began to change form, until it resembled a walking gas bag with legs. The thing could feel more brethren being created within the host, and reviled in not being alone.

As the other creatures gathered around this new, strange being, the gas bag exploded, sending more of the things flying out in all directions at the creatures. Privative screams echoed through the night as they were cut open and dug into, until suddenly and abruptly the screams stopped.

Where the creatures had once stood were now occupied by six walking gas bags. Slowly, the turned and marched forward, towards the source of the smoke.

Flood's will be done.

  • 06.25.2009 11:49 PM PDT

AWWWWWWWWWWW SNAP!

  • 06.26.2009 8:35 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Halo: Insurrection (Prologue and Part one now out)

***it’s not who you are underneath, but what you do that defines you***

you can has shoulderzs

  • 06.26.2009 9:34 AM PDT

Where's my -blam!- cheeseburger!?

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Posted by: ssTHC DJS1324
you can has shoulderzs
Lolwut?

Anywho. Great part. I liked how you described what the Infection form was thinking. Neat wee tidbit.

  • 06.26.2009 6:46 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.

Lo the flood bit was awesome.

  • 06.27.2009 3:08 PM PDT

Forger by day. Forger by night.
hmm...

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Total death on Sanghelios. Start of the next Halo trilogy...

  • 06.28.2009 2:29 PM PDT
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whenever i read these stories, i always think "wolverfrog's mind is full of awesome sauce, nothing more or less =]" except i cant think a smiley, or can i??

why's cortana annoyed with there being spartan III's, i havnt read any of the books so ye, im a little bit fuzzled :S

  • 06.29.2009 1:55 AM PDT

Definition of a Spartan III -

The Spartan III project was started by one Colonel Ackerson. It was considered strange, as he openly opposed Halsey's work with the IIs, but basically he stole Halsey's research and used it to create Spartan IIIs; these weren't as talented or as powerful as a Spartan II, but they had a high augamentation success. He created hundreds of these Spartans at a time, usually recruited orphans who wanted revenge against the Covenant. They went on suicide missions were none would return, but they would deliver a crushing blow to the enemy.

Cortana was angry because she simply worked out the Ackerson stole Halsey's research, and since she was created by Halsey and indeed, possessed her personality.

  • 06.29.2009 2:06 AM PDT

Forger by day. Forger by night.
hmm...

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The Flood section should be it's own mini chapter, Legendary Ending. Then you can get the story going in a new "book".

  • 06.29.2009 11:17 AM PDT