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oh my god Anyone know the reason? if he gets perma banned im gonna be pissed.

  • 04.09.2009 5:51 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

max why cant you make another profile and complain and such on that one that way u annoy bungie and yet keep us happy
and can you stop getting banned just before your deadlines is killing me

  • 04.10.2009 1:06 PM PDT

I've just decided to never ever make a new thread other than my stories, albeit ones in Private forums. It's working so far. Must....resist...temptation...to ask for....Reconz!

  • 04.10.2009 1:52 PM PDT

International Army for the Liberation of Hotdogs.
" The Grunt " - Death Served on A Screaming Platter!
You lack the majestic curves of a ripe banana! YOU SIR ARE A PINEAPPLE
win
Justin Bieber sounds like two high-pitched walruses engaging in sex.

WHAT THE -blam!-? WHERE DID HE GO? I WANT MY STORIES ON HALO NAO PLZ? UNBAN HIM OR FACE MY WRATH! OR ATLEAST TELL ME WHAT HE DID


RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGEEEEEE

  • 04.10.2009 6:49 PM PDT
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Please max, don't make the mods ban you again

  • 04.11.2009 5:00 AM PDT

Next time he gets banned, we should all flood the moderators inbox with angry comments. Because that will surely work.....

  • 04.11.2009 5:22 AM PDT

Still banned....

I hope this isn't a perma ban....

  • 04.12.2009 11:15 PM PDT

sad face

  • 04.13.2009 8:33 AM PDT

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If he was perma-banned I think this topic would dissappear, but idk. can banned members still join private groups? if so, ill make one and let max join and be an admin. brb doing that right now...

  • 04.13.2009 4:31 PM PDT

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everyone come here

and join, max if oyu see this COME! I will make you ADMIN!

  • 04.13.2009 4:43 PM PDT

If my purpose in life is to be hated, then I'll make a great boss

Max is off the blacklist! YAY XD. Next part of the story shouldn't be far away, i hope. I'm getting withdrawl symtoms from lack of awsome win

  • 04.15.2009 3:32 PM PDT

It'll be up later today, (Today being the 16th) so don't worry.

I'd like to thank everyone for their support and patience.

  • 04.16.2009 12:43 AM PDT

Part 25


Ash ducked as another bolt of green iridescent energy shot above his head. His SPI armour fizzled and sparked as the photo-reactive panels attempted to mimic the alien firepower.
He quickly redirected his power reserves from the adaptive plating to the suit's inadequate protective layer. He hoped that if he was hit by a glancing shot that his armour might be able to absorb the energy, but he had to admit, after watching John's exploits with the aliens, that any chance of surviving would be slim at best.
He ducked and rolled to the side as another volley of shots rained upon the small boulder that he had been using for cover only a split second before, the rock bubbled and boiled under the intense energy.

Ash looked to the side as rolled back into cover. To his relief Mark was back on his feet, firing at the Scourge forces that were slowly starting to surround them. The initial rush by the Scourge had been devastating for the two companies of marines that were helping them defend the cave entrance. All of the Scorpion tanks had been destroyed in just a few minutes. Only one of the armoured beasts had managed to get off a second volley before being reduced to a pile of molten slag and Mark had been hit by flying shrapnel in the resulting explosion.
Only a handful of warthogs remained, all with Gauss cannons and possibly a total of three platoons of marines. The rest were either dead or dying.
"Two more, hill on the left!" Olivia screamed.
Ash looked over towards a small knoll on the left flank. Stood in plain sight were two of the odd looking aliens.
Unlike their more slender counterparts, these Scourge were bulky in appearance with several appendages or arms that held a variety of weapons.
Mark let off another magazine at the creature on the right before reloading and firing again. The creature appeared to squirm, more in discomfort than pain, before dropping to the floor, dead.
The other creature raised its variety of weapons and fired them at the defending force. Cluster-bombs of bright light ricocheted around one squad of marines, before exploding in a dark wash of silence.
The remaining weapons struck out in lances of fire and lighting, destroying another warthog and killing a pair of marines that were reloading their SGM-15's.
The nearby bandolier of rockets exploded and another handful of marines fell to the floor screaming.

Ash levelled his HHAG at the lumbering alien and fired.
The creature was over two-hundred metres away and at this range the HHAG was much less accurate.
The alien creature, as though sensing a more dangerous threat, began to charge down the small hill towards Ash.
Mark fired another trio of sniper rounds, which struck the creature in the face, but it carried on its relentless charge.
Ash quickly reloaded his HHAG and carefully aimed at the alien. He waited until it was only thirty yards away before firing. The linear induction motor of the rifle emitted a low hum before a cloud of hyper-sonic rounds impacted on the surface of the aliens armour.
The Scourge hulk slowed, stopped and then collapsed to the floor in a bloody mess.
"We're getting murdered out here," Olivia remarked on the COM.
Ash had to agree, but there was little else they could do until John arrived.

  • 04.16.2009 4:52 AM PDT


Spirit Drop ship: Vengeful Duty

John looked on as Ceris descended through the wispy white clouds above Europe. The holographic display of the Covenant drop ship projected their surroundings in amazing clarity and detail.
Around him the rest of Blue Team sat in quiet awkwardness as the unusual seating area was ill equipped for a Spartan.
"I see their seats haven't changed," Kelly whispered over the COM.
Fred shifted in the angled seat; the frame creaked under his armour. "Or improved," he laughed.

John looked at his team. He was pleased that he could have these moments with them again. His previous, isolated, exploits on the Halo constructs had been a stark reminder that Spartans were now a rarity. Or so he thought.
Dr. Halsey's return from the Micro-Dyson sphere within the remains of Onyx had given him a new found sense of family.
The newer Spartan III soldiers had added to the small numbers of remaining Spartans, something which gave him a great deal of hope. But what he was more surprised by was the involvement of Colonel Ackerson in the project, and his desire to put a Spartan II in charge of the whole thing, in this case Kurt.
John had to admit, that it was the last thing he expected from a person deeply opposed Dr. Halsey's work.

John thought back to the brief run-down of events that Fred had gave him back in Stuttgart several days ago.
The other Spartans had problems of their own, and like their Halsey produced counterparts, they had also dwindled in numbers.
The remaining, active, members were not a concern. John knew Ash and his team could handle anything that was thrown at them, but the others were beyond his control.
Tom and Lucy had been taken to a remote testing facility in Fiji, where they were trying to unlock the remaining stasis pods found on Onyx, but according to a brief examination by Cortana, they were no closer to achieving anything.
He activated the Spartan team roster and then selected a wider and more informative sub-menu of the various Spartan teams that had been deployed over the years. There were so many MIA's.
John scrolled to a separate list that he had compiled himself; one that he used to remind himself of those that had made the ultimate sacrifice. At the top of the list sat a familiar and missed name: Samuel-034.
John had lost so many Spartans, so many friends, that he sometimes felt as though his own luck or his 'destiny', as the Forerunner put it, was an unfair advantage over the remaining members of his team. He was now more determined than ever that no more Spartans would die, that no more friends would be lost.

The Covenant drop ship suddenly shuddered and vibrated. John shook himself from his thoughts and looked over towards Ceris. "What have we got?"
The young Elite tapped away at several different coloured rune-covered panels and then turned around in his chair, his mandibles clicking. "The Scourge are attacking on almost every front, Spartan but the cruiser is sitting off at a short distance. I am detecting no power surges from the vessel. It would appear that only the troops are doing the fighting,"
"Take us in low. Use the gap to the south. I wouldn't keep these drop ships here for long, they'll only become targets," John ordered.
"Agreed, Spartan," Ceris replied. He turned his attention back to the detailed display and then ordered the other drop ships to head for the small gap in the Scourge line.
John felt his insides move into his stomach as the tuning fork shaped craft dive-bombed towards the battle raging below. At the last second the craft pulled up, and they followed the lines of trees and hills until they were almost at the drop zone.
John re-checked his HHAG, as did the other Spartans. The Elites had opted for the more effective carbine rifle instead of the now useless plasma rifle, but John noticed Ceris still had an energy sword in his possession.
John looked at the sweeping terrain, judging the descent. "Drop in ten seconds!"
All of the Spartans rose from their orthopedic racks as one, and then moved towards the edge of the deployment ramp.
The remaining elites moved forward as well followed by Ceris who quickly relegated one of his warriors to piloting duties.
John smiled. The sign of a committed and determined former enemy, ready to lay down their lives for the survival of humanity, made him feel more at ease with his survivor's guilt.
The shell of the drop ship opened up, revealing green plains of sweeping grass. To the right of the craft was the southern edge of the cliff face, which ran along the landscape and into the horizon like a big cragged scar. To the left was the shape of a sweeping hillside, pot marked with small stone circles that were formerly used by sheep during the winter. Accompanying these were a few isolated groups of trees, most of them covered in leaves of bright green and red berries. A few at the far end, however, had been reduced to burning ash from the nearby firefight.
John looked for the human battle line.
Three hundred metres from the drop ship, and centred around the cave entrance were the defending troops. Only a few platoons of marines remained, along with several warthogs.

As John looked on at the raging battle the sight of tracer fire and energy weapons filled the air, explosions sent both aliens and humans cart-wheeling through the air.
John had seen enough. He activated his NAV marker and placed it on Ash's position, which was in the dead ground of the hill, and leapt off the floating Covenant drop ship. The other Spartans quickly followed along with the accompanying Elites.
They raced along the grassy plain and into the hell storm that surrounded them.

  • 04.16.2009 4:53 AM PDT
Subject: The Halo 3 Epilogue (The Finale-Part 4) BRAND NEW - PAGE 6

Cave Entrance

Ash reloaded his HHAG with the last magazine and then rushed over towards Mark, zigzagging to avoid the incoming fire. Mark was still using his sniper rifle, and that meant he would still have plentiful supply of HHAG magazines.
Ash had estimated that the remaining Scourge troops numbered at around 250, but not all of them were attacking.
Upon their arrival they had simply parked the cruiser off to the north without using any of the ship-board weapons. If they had the battle would have been one-sided and over within seconds. Instead the Scourge had opted for a ground assault with around 500 soldiers, something which Ash was thankful for.
Most of the more athletic looking Scourge had formed a loose line around the defenders, before advancing down the hillside and onto the flat plain. The majority of the Scourge assaults had come in these thin waves before a more organised and heavily armed advance began.

Ash checked his NAV screen for the location of the other Spartans. He had briefly seen the drop ships swan-dive towards the south where they disappeared behind another hillside.
The small display screen showed John and the other Spartans moving quickly along the ridge of the hill along with ten or so Elite squads. Ash quickly glanced behind to confirm the data, and saw the hurried silhouettes of the relief force.
"Friendlies inbound," John announced over the COM.
Mark looked at Ash and gave a two fingered gesture on his faceplate--the Spartan smile.
"Glad to hear it," welcomed Ash with a smile. "Watch the area beyond the crest of the hill, in the dead ground. It's filled with ugly's and what I think is some kind of commander."
"Acknowledged," came the reply.
Ash turned his attention back to his team and chinned the standard voice emitter in his helmet. "I'm almost out."
Without disturbing his aim or concentration, Mark indicated a tactical pouch on the rear of his armour. Then he squeezed off another shot. It hit a Scourge soldier in the eye. Then he fired again, taking out the other eye. The alien dropped to the floor, twitching like a dying fly before giving in to the Grim Reaper.
Ash located the pouch and grabbed four magazines of the dart filled ammunition. He was impressed that the weapons had been so effective against the Scourge, even the bigger ones with the weapon pods could be taken out.
Ash fired off another few rounds at several of the approaching aliens. Two of them dropped to the floor, the third, only injured in the legs, collapsed but began to crawl towards Ash.
He was immediately tempted to take a run up and use the aliens' head for a penalty kick, but another few bolts of iridescent energy quickly changed his mind.
Ash set his weapon to single shot and then peeked out from behind the smouldering tank hulk that both he and Mark were using for cover.
He fired two shots at the alien, hitting it square in the face. It briefly twitched and then collapsed completely.

Around them were several, seemingly, isolated pockets of Scourge troops. The majority of them were beyond his line of sight on the far side of the hill, the area that John and the other Spartans were heading straight for.


Spartan II - Blue Team

John rushed towards the crest of the hill and then suddenly skidded to a halt on one knee. "Everyone, grenades," he ordered.
The rest of the Spartan II's and the Elites pulled out handfuls of grenades and tossed them over the edge of the hill, followed by another handful and another. The echo of exploding grenades rolled up the hill like a racing drumbeat of deadly music.
John peered over the hill.
Down in the gulley of the next hill were around a hundred Scourge soldiers, but instead of their usual organised silence they were in complete disarray. Dozens lay dead or concussed by the grenades, but that was all that John needed.
"Let's finish this," boomed John rising up to his feet.
The Elites roared and then swept over the hill with the Spartans, weapons firing.
The Scourge soldiers were slow to react to the charge. John gave them no time to regret their poor response.
He rushed headlong into a crowd of the dark suited aliens firing off an entire magazine into the aliens. Six of them dropped like a toppled stone wall.
Another two moved to stop him, but they were too slow for his Spartan reflexes.
He kicked out at one of them, almost wrenching its head from its shoulders.
The other tried to grapple the HHAG form his grasp.
John snapped the weapon down from the aliens' grasp and then brought it back up into its armoured face.
The alien was launched from its feet and into the air, landing on another Scourge soldier.
Both of them remained still.

John carried on through the crowd of aliens, punching and kicking wildly.
Around him the rest of the Elites and Spartans were wreaking havoc with the black suited soldiers in hand to hand combat. Piles of Scourge dead lay all around them, broken like toys left in the hands of a gorilla.
Kelly was making the most of her exceptional speed as she broke limbs and armour with deft sweeps of her hands and feet.
Fred was smashing his way through like a steamroller, while Linda was now using her sniper rifle like a baseball bat.
It was carnage but, to a Spartan, damn good fun.

John clothes-lined another alien into oblivion and then stamped on its chest to make sure.
A group of three more approached him, arms raised; ready to fire their energy weapons.
He rushed them, rolled and then slammed into their legs.
The aliens toppled over like bowling pins.
John rose up and kicked the nearest alien in the head. At the same time he clicked his magazine release catch and the empty box dropped to the floor. He slapped in a fresh magazine and shot the other two dead.
By now Ceris had upholstered his sword and much to John's surprise it was able to puncture the dense and adaptive armour as he laid waste to a small crowd of the aliens, decapitating most of them with razor-like precision.

Suddenly a bright beam sliced through a group of elites, vaporising them instantly.
John looked to where the energy beam had come from.
Stood on top of a small cluster of rocks was a Scourge solider in blood red armour. It was adorned with strange inscriptions and ornate patterns on plates of scale-like power armour. In its left hand was smoking flat tube that was glowing at one end.
Its right arm was larger than the insect-like soldiers and was covered in a plethora of sharp jagged barbs with a clawed hand at the end.
Its head was similar in appearance to the helmets worn by ancient knights, with beveled edges and sweeping curves. All of which lead to a large pair of green glowing eyes.



[Edited on 04.16.2009 5:19 AM PDT]

  • 04.16.2009 4:56 AM PDT
Subject: The Halo 3 Epilogue (The Finale-Part 3) NEW


By now Ceris had seen enough and in an act of revenge he charged the creature with his energy sword. But this alien was much faster and stronger that the regular field of Scourge soldiers.
The alien fired its weapons a second time, but Ceris dodged with a roll. He reached the creature and swung his sword; glancing the shoulder of the alien with its blade.
It reeled and then countered with a clawed hand, catching Ceris in the stomach. He fell back, blood streaming from his wound.
The alien rose up ready to deliver the killer blow.
John acted.
He picked up the body of a nearby Scourge soldier and hurled it at the ornately armoured alien.
The creature tried to move out of the way, but John could flip scorpion tanks with his bare hands. The dead alien slammed into the creature like an artillery shell, throwing it off balance.
The creature tried to respond, but John was already running towards it like a charging elephant.
He jumped and slammed into the chest of the alien with both of his armoured feet. The alien reeled backwards and toppled off the cluster of rocks.
John followed up the attack and dived on top of the alien and grabbed its arms in his vice-like grip.
They grappled with each other, trying to out do the others movements. John grew impatient and delivered two head-buts to the aliens' face.
It was stunned.
John took the initiative and straddled the creature, using his legs to restrain his opponent's arms.
It panicked in anticipation.
John pounded the aliens' face with his immense fists, pile driving piston-like punches into the Scourge monster. His arms became a blur as he hammered the thing into next week.
Seeing the creature was beyond help he picked up its lifeless body and threw it into the air, pulled out his HHAG and filled the alien with super-high velocity rounds.
The creature danced in the air with the impacts before landing with a heavy lifeless thud.
It was over.

John rushed towards Ceris, but he was already too late. He was dead.
He turned towards the Scourge cruiser, waiting for the coming fire. But it never came.
More aliens appeared below the ship and began their slow advance towards the Spartans.
The COM crackled into life. "I have a gift for you Spartan," sounded the Arbiter, "but I would advise the use of cover."
John and the others didn't wait to ask and crouched behind the pile of rocks.
Linda activated a bubble shield.

Above them the familiar shape of a Scarab appeared but it made no attempt to slow its descent, Instead it plummeted earthwards heading straight for the Scourge cruiser.
In vain the cruiser tried to avoid the impact, but it was too slow. The Scarab smashed into the enemy vessel, cleaving it in two. A huge fireball enveloped both, and the marching troops were engulfed in the firestorm.
The cloud and dust settled.
No Scourge were left alive.
The bubble shield depleted its charge with a pop. The Spartans and remaining Elite warriors stood up and surveyed the landscape.
The countryside was on fire.
"You are indeed deserving of your former title Spartan," an Elite voiced. "You are indeed a Demon, the destroyer of our enemies."
The Elite smiled with its four hinged jaw and then let out a roar. The other Elites did the same, a sign of defiance to the enemy and of respect for John.
He nodded.

The rest of them walked over to the Spartan III's. They could only see Ash and Mark at first and then Olivia appeared behind them.
Several squads of marines still remained. They were all helped onto a Pelican before it sped towards the nearest MEDCEN.
"Spartans, head check," John ordered.
All of his status lights for Blue Team winked in acknowledgement. That was good, he thought to himself.
"Let's see what these Forerunners are up to, Spartans."
Blue team made their way towards the entrance of the cave, but a brief transmission from Cortana on Cairo station immediately changed the atmosphere.

"Chief, another Scourge ship has just appeared out of MAC range, but this one is ten-times the size of the Shadow of Intent. Get your ass up here, now!"

To be continued

  • 04.16.2009 4:58 AM PDT

Its Only Natural.

holy doodoo balls!!,. that was insanely awesome. wickedness. simply wicked.

  • 04.16.2009 6:17 AM PDT

Die covenent DIE!!!

That part was the best yet!
Its brilliant!

  • 04.16.2009 6:30 AM PDT

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

Beautifully written, nicely captured fight scene.

  • 04.16.2009 6:53 AM PDT
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Damn, that was really awesome!

  • 04.16.2009 8:41 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!
holy motehr of god!
that was amazing

  • 04.16.2009 2:07 PM PDT

I don't join any group that spams me in PM so don't try it.
SPAM applies to anything that is copy and pasted, it is very obvious when you do so don't say you wrote it. Also if you argue with me on the nature of things contained in this signature, you will be blocked and never removed. If you send to me in XBox live you will be Avoided, Blocked, and a complaint will be filed for harassment.

Hmmm, I found some writing errors but out of respect I won't point them out.

Nice part.

  • 04.16.2009 2:34 PM PDT

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Hmmm, I found some writing errors but out of respect I won't point them out.

Nice part.


agreed, but errors are only a problem if it distracts you from the reading, or you can't figure out what its supposed to say.
which is only one time.

  • 04.16.2009 3:51 PM PDT

Want to train your mad skillz? want to pass on your skillz to others?
Then join the Penguinators! an academy of greatness!
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oh and I have one last request, I know what happens will happen, and your writing more books, probably as soon as your done with this one. but anyway, please PLEASE PLEASE don't make the ending of this book as bad (not actually bad, but...) as bad as halo 2's!

  • 04.16.2009 3:53 PM PDT
Subject: The Halo 3 Epilogue (The Finale-Part 4) BRAND NEW - PAGE 6

correct to your previous post and to the next one that you posted while i was typing mine
again i agree dont make a crapo ending like in halo2

and max this is the best halo fic i have ever read and have read a lot
keep up the good work and keep the awsomeness comin!!

[Edited on 04.16.2009 4:05 PM PDT]

  • 04.16.2009 3:55 PM PDT