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I loved the last level. I just read it today b/c I was on vacation in Maine. What did I miss with this stuff on this page? I am so lost.

  • 07.09.2007 2:09 PM PDT

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Tejan 55, Spartan 104Fred
Go back to the last page, Fred, look for my last post you will see a link (or click on my signature and click the link). Click the link and give it a read, and you will be caught up with everyone else.. I think. Not sure if everyone ... followed this mysterious PATH.

Tejan55, you ask a very good question. The "two that we are to follow" as you say, could be anyone... but there are very obscure hints. Don't worry about too much at this point. More of the "... Seek the Path" arc will reveal itself soon. It has 3 stages, and this is stage two. It will tie into the story, but of course you will not need it in order to understand the POR story.

But I can say this, every main character in the Side Trilogy knows who these "TWO" are in one form or another. And if you read closely enough, you noticed the Siren/Cortana says that John and Eric will follow them.

hmmmm??

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hmmmmm indeed

  • 07.09.2007 4:39 PM PDT

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Also, i am keep track of the info being posted in the Mirratord... FYI... something may spawn there... I'm not sure.

>:)

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  • 07.09.2007 4:45 PM PDT

I didn't know you looked into that topic, Soulguard. Glad to know my work wasn't overlooked.

  • 07.09.2007 5:06 PM PDT

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Notes: as always. this is a rough draft, expect a few minor GPS errors. 22 pages long. Thanks for reading.

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Level 14: Quarantine

High Orbit of Uncharted World // Location Unknown
Sangheili Flagship: The Key of Deliverance
October 31, 2552 :: Sol Relative Time

The long narrow hallway leading to the command deck of the Sangheili flagship, The Key of Deliverance, was crowded with wounded Elite warriors. Bandaged and exhausted, they all became silent as a female Sangheili stepped into the corridor. They quickly knelt and bowed their heads in respect as she passed them by. Each of the warriors felt a sense of comfort when her cloak grazed against them; recharging their warrior spirit. Behind the female figure walked her oldest son, the Commander of the Sangheili ground forces. He, like his warrior kinsmen, was also covered in the marks of combat. His armor was indistinguishable from the rest of his warriors, but everyone knew his face as well as his name; Yalsmadee.

Yalsmadee strode behind his mother, the adopted Queen of the Sangheili. However, she was not the type of female who would sit by and let others lead. She too was a natural born warrior, and over time she took the title of Queen very seriously. Wearing the ceremonial colors of her family, her colorfully decorated gown split over her legs and provide freedom of movement. Her shoulders supported the weight of a mid length cloak, and upon her head was an elaborate headdress, however it was different from the male helmets as it had a spike that protruded forward from her forehead. Various jewels and beads hung from her helmet and neck, mandatory accessories demanded by the elder females; she found them unnecessary for a warrior, but she wore them for the honor of her race. Like any warrior, the Queen wore her armor, though slightly modified to fit her female attributes. Her armor was a dark red, matching the ceremonial colors of the Sangheili, and two spikes extended slightly outward from her forearm guards.

She was the Queen, and even though she was to be protected she chose to fight. She wore armor not just for show, but for practicality. The spikes upon her forearms showed the wear and tare of battle, scratches marked her armor, and the battle wounds upon her skin were cleverly hidden from public view, thanks to her female servants and medical aids. As a sign of power, the Queen had to always look invincible, though she was far from it. The Queen had been wounded in numerous battles and shed her own blood, but she had also spilled the blood of many of her enemies.

The door to the Command Deck parted and she stepped onto the command podium. The ship master stood tall as she approached and nodded in respect. “My Queen, reports from the planet’s surface are still coming in.” He stated deeply as he returned to the view screen.

The Queen looked over the battle field schematic of the raging war upon the planets surface. “Have we received any reports from the Unggoy recon teams?”

“None.” The ship master returned. “I fear we may have lost them.”

Yalsmadee looked over the terrain data. “I can have a search team of Spirits cover the area. With my Lekgolo guards, we could canvas the area and retrieve the Unggoy.”

The Queen looked at the terrain data. “No. They are usually quite skilled at reconnaissance missions. If they were discovered then it would be proof that the relay station is guarded more thoroughly then I had anticipated. We will give them more time to complete their task.” The Queen stood tall and glanced over the enemy ship locations on the battle-net. Each of the enemy’s ships was shown as red triangles, while the ships in her fleet were marked with green circles. She looked at the relevant location of the enemy ships in correspondence to her lost team of Unggoy.

She folded her arms in thought. “They’ve formed a battle formation over the energy station, haven’t they?”

The ship master nodded in approval. “Yes, my Queen. They formed this formation once we entered the system.”

The Queen peered closely at the battle-net. “If the Unggoy found the station, then they are behind that battle formation. Their transmissions could be jammed.”

A shout came from the COM station at the rear of the deck. “Ship Master, the Unggoy team is sending the coordinates!” The bridge crew erupted into cheers and the Queen exhaled in relief.

She turned to her eldest son. “Commander, retrieve the Unggoy.”

“Immediately, my Queen.” Yalsmadee turned and quickly raced off the command deck.

“Ship master, do you have the coordinates?” She questioned.

The ship master scanned the Unngoy transmission. “Yes. Uploading the targeting vectors.” The ship master stood and turned to his crew. “Helm, move the ship into firing position. COM, signal the Righteous Flame and Freedoms Wing to take flanking position to guard our attack. Weapons, prepare all cannons for bombardment.”

The helmsman replied back. “Sir, three enemy ships are moving into intercept course.”

The ship master snarled in protest. “Launch Seraph fighter wings to distract them. COM, signal the destroyer group to advance on those ships, and notify them not to take the full brunt of the enemy’s attack. We only need a brief moment to launch our salvo on the target.”

The Queen remained silent, her eyes focused on the battle-net and tracking the movements of every ship on screen. “What are you planning?” She mumbled softly to herself; questioning the enemy tactics. She looked up into the northern pole of the planet at a small enemy battle group of less then four ships. They sat motionless on the battle-net, yet even though her flagship was moving into position directly over the planet’s main energy relay station, the enemy seemed unconcerned. “We have your relay station targeted, yet you show no interest in moving all of your ships to guard it. Why?” She raised her hand and tapped her lower mandibles. She then pressed the COM relay to her Commander. “Commander Yalsmadee, what is your status?”

“My retrival team has just disembarked. We will be arriving at the extraction point soon.” Yalsmadee replied.

“Send your Seraph wing ahead of you.” The Queen added. “Send them on a scanning run of the area for visual confirmation of the Unggoy team.”

“Yes my Queen.” The COM faded and the Queen squinted in thought.

The Ship Master looked to her in puzzlement. “What is it? What do you sense?”

“If you knew that a superior force was about to destroy your main source of power across the planet, would you not defend it with all you had?” She questioned.

The ship master looked over the battle-net. “Their battle group is dispersed to defend against our fleet. Even if they could break off from our attacks, they would risk loosing more if they chose to defend their power source.”

The Queen then added. “This is what I thought as well. But if that is the case, then why are they holding ships out of combat?” She pointed to the ships at the northern pole.

The Ship master thought deeper. “A back up, perhaps?”

“They knew we were coming, they have had several days to prepare. Our ground forces have met little resistance and their fleet is uncoordinated. In just a few hours we have completely pushed them back, yet they are still keepings hips out of combat. They have ships in odd formations as if….”

The Helmsman quickly reported, cutting across the Queens statement. “Sir, we are in position. Our destroyer wing is pushing back the enemy ships.”

“Weapons, lock on to the targeted coordinates and fire!” The ship master ordered.

The weapons controller charged all plasma batteries and took aim on the target.

The Queen’s eyes grew wide as she watched the ships near the northern pole began to vanish from the battle-net. Soon reports all across the board began to show that ships were exiting the system.

The ship master smirked confidently. “My Queen, the enemy ships are exiting the system! We have won!”

“Cease fire!” She shouted quickly as her heart skipped a beat.

“Salvo away!” The crewman shouted as he nervously turned to the Queen. “Forgive me, I could not stop!”

“Divert the plasma charges!” She ordered. “Disperse them if you have to!” The weapons controller frantically locked on to the twenty different plasma volleys streaking toward the planet’s surface.

“My Queen what is it…” The ship master began to question but then he saw it. Their timing for leaving the planet was too precise. This was an organized retreat, starting from the rear lines and then finally the front lines ships vanished into slip space.
His eyes grew wide as the realization hit him. “A trap!”

The Queen wasted no time. “Yalsmadee, turn your teams away from the planet! Get out of there! COM, order the fleet away from the planet! Prepare for emergency system exit protocol!”

The ship master raced toward the weapons control and assisted in discharging the numerous plasma volleys which were streaking toward the planets surface. “How many left?”

“Ten, sir!” The elite sharply returned in a frantic tone. “What is happening? Is it really a trap?”

“I hope we are wrong about this!” The ship master roared.

The Queen looked down at the weapons controls. “How many left?”

“Four!” The ship master and the weapons controller shouted in unison.

The helmsman roared. “All enemy ships have exited the system. Our fleet is moving away from the planet.

The COM officer added. “Ground forces are reporting that all enemy combatants have ceased fire. What is going on?”

“Gods of our ancestors, protect us.” The queen silently prayed. “Yalsmadee, where are you?”

“Exiting the atmosphere now. What has happened?” He replied over the com.

The ship master roared in frustration. “The last plasma volley is out of range! We can no longer divert it! Helm, system exit protocol one! Get us out of here! We must assure the safety of the Queen at all cost!”


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The COM officer roared into his line. “All ships exit protocol one. I repeat, exit Protocol one!” One by one the ships of the Sangheili fleet vanished into slip space as the lone plasma volley fell toward the energy relay station. The boiling mass of plasma arced toward the planet and through the upper layer of the atmosphere.

The Queen lowered her head as her son’s words echoed in her ears. “What is happening? My ground forces are retreating to their ships, but they want to know what is happening.”

“Pray, my son. Pray that I am wrong.”

“Mother…” Static filled the line as the Key of Deliverance moved out of range of the COM signal. The ship flashed a brilliant glow of light as it was slowly slid into a bubbling spectrum of sub space and then vanished.

The plasma torpedoed accurately toward its target and crash into the heart of the energy relay station. A monstrous explosion tore into the sky on the planets surface. The energy relay station exploded, as it should have. The power around the world faded and the world became black, however, deep below the planets surface a weapon was activated. A pulsating flicker of silver-white chained around the planets surface.

Yalsmadee watched as the signal from the flash ship faded, and the location of the Fleet vanished from his control station. He placed his hand on the pilots shoulder and leaned closer to the aft screen. After the silver-white flicker began to race around the world, the planet’s surface began to crack and glow a dull orange color. Whatever was happening on the planet was not going to be good.

He turned on his COM and radioed to all of his ground forces. “Get into the atmosphere and form up. Seraph patrol groups, defend the retreating spirits.”

The COM flashed. “Commander, we see the Unngoy recon team. I will attempt to extract them.”

“Be cautious, the planet looks like is going to explode, but it is something odd about it.”

Another COM channel flashed. “Sir, movement! There is movement beneath the planet’s crust. Some form of machines are breaking through. Millions of them!”

“Do not engage! I repeat, do not engage. Exit the planets atmosphere and form up with the rest of the brigade. Your priority is to get away from the planet!” He turned off the COM and watched as the floating machines began to spill out of the cracks in the planet’s crust. They began to collect in massive groups, forming clouds of machines and orbiting the decaying world. More and more of them spilled into the sky, tearing away at the land beneath. “They keep coming out.”

The COM blurted, “Commander, the machines are pursuing our ships. No hostile actions have been noticed. They are merely, watching us.”

Yalsmadee opened a wide banned COM channel to all of his forces. “To all forces, do not engage the Machines. We do not know what they are. Do not resist unless provoked by a physical attack. If the machines attempt contact, relay them to my COM.” He patted the pilot. “Send a transmission to the fleet, tell them that we successfully escaped the planet, but to send only one ship to extract us, the fleet may still be in danger.”
On the far side of the solar system, the Queen held her head down nervously awaiting the report that the planet was gone, destroyed in a foolish plot by the enemy to destroy her fleet; and with that news she knew she would have lost her eldest son. Every second lasted a lifetime, but suddenly the COM sounded. She looked up, as everyone else did, toward the COM station.

“Sir, the Commander is alive, as well as our ground forces!” A collective sigh radiated around the command deck. “He says that the fleet may still be in danger, requesting one ship come to extract them.”

The Ship master nodded. “Understood. Send the Persistence and Vigilance to collect them.”

The Queen stepped in. “I will accompany them.”

“My Queen, I can not allow that.”

“Our enemy fled from this world knowing that something was going to happen. I feared a weapon would be activated, but it appears that such a weapon was not fired. They either retreated in fear, or for safety, and I wish to know why.”

“Can we not simply trust in the Commander to gather the intelligence we need?” The Ship master questioned. “At least wait until we are sure that it is safe.”

The Queen simply smiled. “The House of Vas did not earn its establishment by letting others take the risks, ship master.” The Queen turned and exited the bridge.

Back at the uncharted world, Yalsmadee’s swarm of Spirit drop ships slowly flew further and further away from the remains of the planet, which was now being swarmed by hundreds of millions of machines. Yet for every Spirit drop ship Yalsmadee noticed that they were being followed by three of the mysterious machines. He watched them in the rear screen and examined one closely. It was a glowing orb with three protruding cylinders at its side. The orb seemed to be an eye, gazing and rotating to focus on anything it chose, and it had an eerie golden glow. The three cylinders boomed outward from the central sphere, attached scarcely by some form of artificial gravity.

“Are we in danger, Commander?” The pilot questioned.

“So long as we do not do anything rash, we should be fine. They seem fragile enough, but it is there numbers that worries me.” Yalsmadee looked to the planet, its husky form now dwarfed by the machines. The planet’s mass was barely visible and merely floated in large chunks of what was once the planet’s crust. It was if the entire planet was made up of the machines. “We chased our enemy to this world, believing it to be there home, but now, I wonder if it was only a trap. They left their ground forces to die, and bated us into attacking that energy relay station. Either this was well thought out, or a sign of luck.”

“Commander, the Persistence and Vigilance is hailing us.”

Yalsmadee answered the hail. “We have fifty six surviving drop ships, and thirty two seraphs, you will need to make several trips back to the fleet in order to unload us all.”

“Understood, Commander.” Came the reply. “However, before we begin, the Queen needs to speak with you.”

“What?” Yalsmadee snapped. “Why is she onboard?”

“I go where I please, Commander.” Came the deep, yet soft female voice. “Long range visuals do not give me much to go by. What are we dealing with?”

“Some form of machines, my Queen.” Yalsmadee replied, choosing not to argue with her; he knew he was not going to win any debates with his mother. “They do not appear to be hostile, but they are keeping a very watchful eye on each of my Spirits.”

“How far will they drift from the planet… or what is left of it?”

“Unknown. They have been following us for several minutes, with no sign of backing away. I grow weary of their presence as I am sure some of the other ships are. I do not know how much longer we can maintain this calm persona.”

“Understood, begin moving your first ships toward our docking bays, yet hold the rest of your ships at your current position. If the first extraction attempts go smoothly, we will call for more ships to speed up the extraction. And Commander… I am very grateful to see you alive.” The transmission ended and Yalsmadee smirked to himself. It was as close as his mother would get to actually showing any affection to him in public.

The pilot jostled as he examined his radar. “Commander, a group of the machines are making an approach toward the Persistence and Vigilance.”

The commander watched as they quickly sped across the radar. “Distance to intercept?”

“Seven thousand and closing. Their rate of speed is astounding.”

“Persistence and Vigilance, do you copy? Do not show hostility toward the approaching craft. Ignore them. I repeat, ignore them.”

“We understand.” Came a simple reply. “Continue to send ships, we will deal with this.”

Onboard the bridge of the Persistence and Vigilance everyone was preparing for the incoming machines. “Security teams and honor guards to the command deck!” The ship master shouted as he glared at the image of the three unknown objects.

The COM controller turned to the ship master with a curious gaze. “Sir… I am receiving a communication. The source is the machines. The language is unknown.”

“Patch it through.” The ship master ordered.

The command deck intercom vibrated to the words, “Fadrakja me adrmor, cuoare.” The voice was familiar but the language was not.

“It sounds like the Commander.” The Queen stated. The machines were mimicking the Commanders voice, yet the language was clearly not Sangheili. “Open a channel.” She spoke softly. “We do not understand.”

“Do you tundrastein now?” The voice replied back. It was quickly learning the Sangheili language, yet its connotation was somewhat archaic.

“Yes. We are beginning to understand.” The Queen replied as she looked at the Ship Master.

“Ring offensive system activated. Shield world has begun countdown mode. Remote Quarantine world has been enabled. Repopulation engine on Seed Ship has been enabled. Non-Reclaimer, aboriginal subspecies, detected on shield world.” There was a short pause. “Exchange proper counter-response, Queen of Guardian forces.”

Queen of Guardian forces? The Queen looked to the crew and held her finger to her mouth, a universal silence gesture. She had to think. She was stunned that it recognized her title, possibly by intercepting the transmissions with the Commander; also explaining why it sounded like her son’s voice. This machine was speaking of things she could not possible understand. Shield world? Quarantine station? She thought deeply, but nothing came to mind.

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Seconds ticked away and the machine spoke once more. “Exchange proper counter-response, Queen of Guardian forces.”

The Queen spoke the only thing that came to her mind. “State your purpose.”

“Processing counter-response.” A few seconds seemed to speed by, but it felt as though time had frozen. Suddenly the machine replied. “Upon Queen of Guardian forces request, stating purpose.

“Quarantine station will begin localization procedures. If a Reclaimer is not present to lead localization procedure, suitable species must be located to lead process. In the event of a Ring offensive misfire, suspect possible infection vectors have taken control of misfired station. All ring activations controls have been transferred to the Ark for centralized command. Quarantine procedure has begun. Data from Halo Installation 04 not received, hypothesize neutralization of ring; possible. Halo Installation 05 reports misfire sequence, hypothesize infection vector interruption during power generation phase; possible. Data request from Monitor 2401 not found. Monitor 2401neutralized; possible. Local vectors scans complete. No infection vectors detected upon visual scans. Guardian species detected. Quarantine station visually secure. Next stage will be to ensure that ring installation 07 is clear for firing sequence.

“Exchange proper counter-response, Queen of Guardian forces.”


The Queen stepped forward and spoke softly. “My Guardian forces require more time to… examine protocols.”

“Colloquial response accepted. Will wait for proper counter-response. Queen of Guardian forces, please state bloodline for heritage identification.”

The Queen wondered if it was alright to give the machine her name as it seemed to be looking to confirm her identity, but she had little choice. “Queen Vasmeola, senior female from the House of Vas.”

“Identity confirmed. Bloodline heritage matches the Clan of Vastegrin. Protection of Guardian forces main ship has begun. Awaiting proper counter-response for continued verification.” The transmission ended.

“What in the name of our ancestors is going on?” The ship master questioned aloud.

“Something has happened to Halo.” The Queen stated. She quickly analyzed everything that she could remember from what the machine spoke. “And there is more then one of them. This machine is a product of the Forerunners, that is obvious, and according to its statement, one ring, or Halo, has been destroyed while another one is failing to submit its data. It wants me to verify my identity by telling it the correct response, if not we may become a target. Its purpose is to ensure that Halo 07 is clear to fire.”

“We must not let Halo fire.” The ship master added. “That is the purpose of our crusade. But if these devices of the Forerunners are here to ensure that the Halos fire, then we must eliminate them.”

“Ship master, our systems are still counting the exact number of the devices that have left the planet’s surface. It is currently in the billions and steadily rising. We do not have enough fire power to make them our enemies.” The Queen paced around the command podium. “For now, they wait, yet I doubt they can be fooled for too long. Somehow they know my name based on my heritage. Yet I have never heard of Vastegrin. But putting that matter aside, it addressed us all as Guardian forces. This is too much for me to understand.”

The command deck door parted and Yalsmadee walked through with his personal staff of soldiers. “What has happened, my Queen?”

“In short, we have time. These machines are of Forerunner design, and they are here to protect the Halos, starting with number 7.”

“You mean there is more than one Halo?” Commander Yalsmadee questioned in shock. “Preventing one from firing was going to be a challenge, but more then one may tax our resources too thin. The Prime did not tell us this.”

The ship master joined the conversation. “The Prime warned us what Halo could be used for. They did not think we would go seeking them.” The ship master looked to the Queen. “For all these years we have been searching for them, but now it is painfully clear that the Prophets found Halo first. As you said, one of them misfired.”

The Queen stood at the Commander’s side and commented. “Yes, and that is good news. If Halo misfired, then someone else is attempting to stop the Halos as well. And stumbling upon this world is proof that we have arrived back into our Galaxy. The machines called this world a ‘Quarantine Station’. This is proof that we are close to our home. Commander, notify the fleet to send just enough ships to pick up the rest of our ground forces. Tell the Flagship to remain behind.” The commander nodded and moved toward the COM station.

The ship master stood tall at the Queen’s side. “We should be rejoicing in the news that we have returned to our home quadrant. But it may still take many months to reach Dorenth, even at best speeds.”

“My only concern is who our allies are.” The Queen motioned to a terminal. “We must make contact with the Prophet of Regret. We should thank him for sending us to the farthest reaches of the universe, and then kill him.”

“My Queen, we do not know the status of the Covenant. It has been far too long for us to think that things are still the way they were when we left. And we must still keep a watchful eye out for the Prime. They could still be close.”

“We betrayed the Prime in order to return here, ship master. They have been attempting to stop us every step of the way. This is the first time the Prime have retreated from combat so I do not think they will come back into this quadrant because of the machines. But the Covenant must be made aware of the Prophets betrayal and what they really are after. The Great Journey is a lie. Yet for now we must deal with the Forerunner weapons.”

The ship master folded his arms over his chest, and looked at the image of the machines drifting around the ship. “They are protecting us because of your presence. If we say the wrong thing and they do turn against us, we are not sure how much collective power they can muster. We are at a disadvantage.”

The Queen looked out over the crew. “Ship master, lead the recovery operation. Commander, I need to speak with you in private.”

Yalsmadee looked up to the command podium and followed the Queen to the rear of the command deck. They exited the deck and entered a small room. The Queen lifted her helmet from her head and placed it on a small table. The lights of the room automatically powered on as the Commander sealed the door.

“What is, my Queen?” Yalsmadee calmly questioned.

“My son, once we have recovered your ground forces, I want you to lead the fleet to Halo. I will attempt to retrieve the coordinates from the Forerunner devices. However, we can not let these machines reach Halo.”

“Understood.” Yalsmadee felt something awkward about this moment. His mother was strict, and rarely did she speak with him informally about military actions. “What course of action shall we take to prevent these machines from reaching Halo?”

“It is awaiting something, of which I am not sure. It stated that they are going to protect Halo 07 and make sure it can fire. Perhaps that is why this is called a Quarantine Station; weapons designed to enforce the isolation of the Halos in the event that hostile forces attack them.”

“It would seem that we are the hostile forces.”

“Yes. But it recognizes us as Guardian Forces, perhaps because of our distance to the Quarantine Station. These machines awoke and latched on to the first species it encountered in order to distinguish our association.”

“No, I do not believe so.” Yalsmadee countered. “You must understand that it senses the destruction of the very device in which it was created to defend. Even for a construct, it must know that it is in the midst of wartime. No, my Queen, it would not assume we are friendly unless it has proof.”

The Queen smirked. “I taught you well.” She sat upon a chair and lowered her head in thought. “It called us Guardian forces, proceeded to ask me for ‘proper counter-response’ and then asked me for my name as verification.” She raced her hand over the silk like material of her cloak while she thought internally. She then looked up. “Our classification, according to the Prime, is species 005, one of the oldest amongst the Empire.”

“Yes, the Forerunners used us as their main military faction. We have all been taught this from the Prime.”

“What if the Forerunners also gave us an indirect classification; something that their lingering devices would understand upon Reclamation?”

“Guardian forces? Protectors of the Seed ship?” Yalsmadee questioned.

“The Seed ship’s resting spot is our home world, and the Prophets often frequented the Inner Sanctum for their own self indulging purposes. According to the Prime, our Inner Sanctum is most likely the last Installation of the Seed Ship.”

Yalsmadee nodded, agreeing with the Queen’s assessment. “By our birth right, the Forerunners called us protect it; the one instrument capable of repopulating the galaxy. Yet… how does this help us now?”

“It tells me that we have authority over these machines. And if I handle the situation correctly, we may be able to deactivate them. But this is why I am asking you to lead the fleet away. If I fail…”

“Mother.” Yalsmadee sharply objected. “Your death is not acceptable. You have led this fleet, protected us all, without you…”

“..the Sangheili race will continue.” The Queen replied sharply. She stood up and coldly stared into her sons eyes. The warm female that was speaking to him early was quickly replaced by her strict leadership role. “We must focus on the protection of our future. One life, no matter how important, is not worth the destruction of the Galaxy. Report to the Key of Deliverance and await further instructions.”

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Yalsmadee knew this side of his of mother very well; stern discipline. “Yes, my Queen.” He turned to exit the room.

“Yalsmadee… forgive me.” She softly stated. Yalsmadee froze and listened. “I will always cherish your strength. You remind me so much of your father in that regard.”

Yalsmadee turned his head slightly toward her, looking at her from the corner of his eye. “You have always found favor in his memories, more then any other mate you have taken. My younger siblings have always slighted me for this. I wear his memory with honor, mother.” Yalsmadee exited the room and the door closed behind him.

The Queen stood and gripped her helmet. “You would be proud of your son, Simyaldee. He is everything the Sangheili race needs to free ourselves from the Prophets bonds. I hope you are well, my love.”

She pulled the headdress upon her head and moved toward the door. She soon found herself once again at the command deck, standing at the ship master’s side.

The ship master looked to her and said, “The commander has cleared the docking bay and is heading toward the other ship. The last of the ground forces have been collected. What are your orders?”

“Once all of our ships have retreated from the area, open a channel to the devices.”

A few moments passed and the COM officer nodded to the Queen signaling that the channel was open. “Can you hear me?”

“Exchange proper counter-response, Queen of Guardian forces.” The device’s simple response to her question.

“My Guardian forces will see to the defense of Ring 07. Relay coordinates to Ring 07.” With all the time she had this was the best response she could muster. She knew it was a one in a million chance.

“False response.” The device stated. The image of the view screen shifted as the machines quickly scattered from the ship, save only a few dozen which quickly grouped together. “Reclassification of targets as non-Guardian forces.”

The Queen cursed under her voice in an ancient Sangheili swears. “Full power to shields, ship master!”

“Heritage bloodline possibly contaminated by infection vectors. Guardian forces no longer detected. Collect samples for further analysis, else neutralize as possible infection vectors. Queen vector retrieval is primary target for collection.”

The ship master fumed with these words. “All warriors, battle stations! Defend the Queen with your life!”

The cluster of machines began to contort, shifting their parts and melding into one colossal form the size of a seraph interceptor. The collection of central spheres orbited one another as the outer cylinders merged to form three massive wing-like spires that extended outward from the core.

“Weapons, fire on that mass!” The ship master stated. The plasma cannons charged and unleashed a boiling mass of heated plasma into the machines’ collective union. The machines all began to spark with golden rings as their personal shields phased and held against the plasma fire. “Personal shields? Our weapons had no affect.”

The combined spheres, at the center of the machine mass, all adjusted and began to glow bright orange-red and fired at a central location on the ship. The shields quickly popped, and failed, as the hull began boil beneath the attack. Air vented from the punctured hull as the machines separated back into their original and smaller forms. The horde of nearly forty machines then entered the ship.

“Hull breach on deck nine. Huragok repair teams, seal off the deck. Security squads eliminate the enemy devices!” The ship master hovered over the video feed of the Forerunner’s weapons floating into the sealed off deck, and watched as they surgically sliced their way deeper into the ship. “They have begun a searching pattern, and my men are being easily overwhelmed by them. They are quite powerful. Not even our shield units can stop their weapons.” The ship master looked to the Queen. She was silent and seemed shockingly calm.

“Ship master, move the ship into the heart of their numbers; take us into the core of the planet.” She sternly stated. “Set the reactor to overload, and reverse the Luminous Key. This ship’s engines should be enough to stop most of them.”

The ship master nodded strongly. “My warriors will guard the main systems as long as we can. Helm, move us closer to the planet. Prepare for self destruct.” Calmly the command crew obeyed the orders.

The Queen unclipped her cloak and tossed it to the side. She powered on her shield unit and unclipped her energy sword. “Honor guards with me.” She turned and climbed from the podium. “We will defend this deck. Ship master, you have command.”

“My Queen, you can not…” He silenced himself as he gazed into the Queens cold eyes. This was not the first battle she had faced, and she was not going to die standing on the command deck. In her heart flowed the blood of an ancient clan breed for combat, and this was how she chose to welcome death. Her gaze sank into the ship master’s eyes, daring him to finish his statement.

“You have your orders.” She coldly replied.

The helmsman raised his voice. “Entering planetary orbit. Zero resistance on gravitational plane. Gravity balance is zero. Planetary atmosphere is null. The planet, it is as if it is not here, sir.”

The ship master averted his eyes away from the Queen and looked to his men, “Stay the course, take us into the heart of what is left of the planet. Reverse the Luminous Key and switch to negative output.”

“Luminous Key now reading reverse output. Matter stability is charging. Space time influx is destabilizing. Power gains are exceeding containment capacity. Luminous Key implosion is eminent.”

The Queen moved to the command deck door as it began to glow white hot. “Weapons fire is useless against their shields. Use hand to hand combat weapons.” She knelt low to the ground, centering her balance. Her honor guards stood at her side, gazing at the door is it quickly began to boil away. Two of the devices floated in through the partially split door, and before two of the honor guards could attack they were drowned in the golden red light of the machines’ weapons. Their shields phased out in merely a second and they burst into flames. The two elites did not have time to scream in pain as they were quickly vaporized by the machines weapons. The other honor guards scattered and attacked.

“Cover fire!” An honor guard roared as he fired his plasma rifle into the machines shields. The floating machine turned and gazed at the holder of the weapon, completely distracted from the other elites approaching its side. Two energy swords streaked into its central eye. The machine sparked and sizzled as it quickly crashed to the bulkhead in pieces. The swords passed through the shield, almost unaffected.

The Queen saw this and gritted her teeth. “Their shields are not impenetrable! Get in close and aim for the central sphere!” She lunged forward at the second machine as it began to charge up its power. It finally reached full charge and turned an awkward blue color, but she impaled the central eye with her sword before it could fire. The device fell to the ground in a smoking heap as sparks scattered about its bulk. The Queen regrouped with her honor guards as the door completely gave and six more of the devices floated in.

One of the machines motioned ahead of the others. “Queen vector retrieval is primary target for collection. Queen vector is located. Adapting another stratagem to begin collection maneuver of Queen vector. Destroy the rest… and the ship.”

Two devices streaked forward at in incredible speed. They quickly turned sideways and floated into the Queen at full speed; she had no time to prepare. She was flung several feet across the deck and roared in pain. Another machine quickly streaked across the room, and its eye changed to blue, the same as the earlier device that the queen had destroyed. A low hum was emitted as the blue ray engulfed her in a stasis field. The queen instantly lost consciousness.

The remaining honor guards were amazed at the speed in which she had been subdued and raced to her aid. But by this time more and more of the machines were pouring into the command deck, vaporizing crewman and warriors alike.

“Sir, hull breaches throughout the ship!” A crewman shouted. As the Persistence and Vigilance entered the remains of the planet crust, more and more of the devices began to attack the ship. The Sangheili aboard were instantly overwhelmed by hundreds of thousands of the machines. Flames roared on nearly every deck as the machines surgically began to cut the ship up. Explosions ignited throughout as plasma conduits and energy lines were severed.

On the command deck, the ship master reached for the Luminous Key as battle roars from his Sangheili brethren were shouted out in the background. “Power output at four hundred percent above critical threshold. Closing ventilation systems.”

“Oh my. I can not let you do that.” A soft male voice carried out over the ship’s intercom. “Destroying the Quarantine Station is not advisable. I will cease their attack.”

As if a switch had been turned, the hundreds of thousands of machines simply stopped. Each machine floated in place as the last of the Sangheili survivors began to destroy them, but the machines did not react. They had affectively been shut down.

“I must request that you cease your plan to self destruct.” The mysterious voice stated softly.

“I will obey the orders of my Queen.” The ship master stated.

Another voice entered the line. “Ship master, this High Elder Vornaldea of the Sangheili High Council. You are no longer in danger, please vent your stored reserves!”

“High Elder?” The ship master questioned. “Where are you?”

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“Check your scanners, we are entering the system now. Please, vent your reserves! The Luminous Key is the verge of implosion!”

The ship master’s hand hovered over the control, ready to destroy the ship in the blink of an eye if needed. He looked over the scanner and watched as a massive ship of unknown design winked into the system. The gravity displacement by the ship’s mass was so large that it registered as a small moon, but upon further inspection it truly was a ship.

“We have control of the Sentinel drones, you and your crew are no longer in danger. Please, your Luminous Key has reached threshold limits! It will implode!”

The ship master vented the reserve energy buildup within the Luminous Key, but he did not reverse it to normal settings; he had to be sure that this was not a hoax.

Vornaldea exhaled over the COM. “Excellent. Now, we will have our Queen returned to your ship and we will tow you out of there. Thank the ancestors we arrived just in time.”

The first voice returned to the COM. “It would seem that you did not give the proper counter-response. A pity your species did not retain your memories, then you would understand the implications of your actions. However, I do understand that you wish to live, and that the Quarantine Station is not up to date on the current situation of the Halos. The Quarantine station is off line, for now, however I feel that we should stress the need of these Sentinels. They are far more resourceful then … oh my. Queen Vastegrin’s descendant? Now I understand why the drones were so determined in capturing her.”

“Vastegrin.” The ship master stated as the surviving command crewmen finished taking out their anger upon the motionless drones. “You mean our Queen? She was taken from us, construct. Return her at once!”

“Construct?” The voice questioned. “I am the Keeper of the Seed Installation, and referring to me as a construct is degrading. Aside from your insult, I will reprogram a select number of the drones to tow your ship to the Seed ship’s docking bay. Repairs will begin immediately. As for the Queen … I am afraid she was already placed into stasis containment. She is isolated on another programming segment. It will take some time to remove her.”

“Then at least return her!”

“I can not. She is currently split between dimensions for study and analysis, deep within the drone factory. I can relay her coordinates to you, but I advise against removing her until the studies are complete. Removing her before analysis can be completed will result in her death. You see, she will be split between this plane and the other, awakening her in that state will alter her ….”

“Stop it!” The ship master shouted. “Is she in danger?”

“No, don’t be ridiculous. She is quite safe inside the stasis field. It is impenetrable.”

“Those machines can produce such devices?”

“No, the stasis field used to capture her was merely to subdue her motor functions. The true study location is located inside the drone factory, where a multidimensional stasis field holds her. You may send your ‘warriors’ to guard her, though it really is not needed.”

“How long before she is released?”

“Time is irrelevant for a species of her genetic makeup. She is quite rare. I will need to reprogram...”

“How long?” The ship master reiterated.

“Study and analysis will occur on multiple dimensional planes. Time on one plane does not equate to time on another. It could take one minute or it could take two hundred years. As I said, there is nothing to fear. She is quiet safe, I assure you. I will reprogram the analysis face to be short, however, I do not have any control on when these studies will be complete.”

“Two hundred years?” The ship master questioned.

Vornaldea returned to the COM. “This is unacceptable, Keeper. Ship master, we will get to the bottom of this, but for now we must know, are you the last of your army?”

“No, Elder, we have well over eighty ships in our fleet.” The ship master stumbled as the Persistence and Vigilance began to be towed away from the mass of floating debris which was once a planet. Now it was only a factory of Sentinels, floating aimlessly in space. “The rest of our fleet is at a safe distance.”

“Who is in command of the Fleet?”

“Commander Yalsmadee.”

“Yalsmadee? Of the house of Yal?”

“Yes, though the Queen is his natural mother.”

“Tell me, ship master, whom is the father?” The elder’s question was shocking, family names were often private and not something shared publicly unless it was shared by a family member, but Yalsmadee’s past was no secret, everyone knew of his mother, but his father… that was another story.

“Elder, such information is…”

“You said, Yal, I happen to know that at one time, Vasmeola had a mate… the Queen had a mate before she was taken from us. Was there a member of the House of Yal amongst you; an elder female who could honorably pass on her name?”

“Elder… there are thousands of us. Such knowledge is beyond me.”

There was a pause. “Forgive me, Ship master. The news of a child born from the House of Vas and Yal, would be exceptional news. They are the oldest Houses in our society. Their clan names date back… forgive me, I am rambling. Ship master, contact your commander, I would very much like to meet with him.”

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Northern Camp Eden
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The stars overhead slowly began to fade from view as a thick cloud layer rolled overhead. Either by divine intervention or pure luck, the path ahead was now completely washed away from any form of light. A human advantage as the Brutes quickly bathed themselves in light fixtures scattered about the area. Eric and his team knelt behind a wall of crumbling concrete as they all switched to knight vision. He had called for radio silence several minutes ago, using hand signals only. This made traversing the path difficult for the Elites, but the warriors stuck close to the humans, following and mimicking their every action.

Of the initial front line attack platoon, only ten humans were hand picked for this assault. With Senior Chief Raynord at point, and twenty-five members of the Mirratord closely following the rear, this was a mission that would depend entirely on stealth.

Eric found it familiar to the attack on Port Said, which was now a distant memory, but the similarity was striking. Yet this time, they didn’t have an advanced attack wing providing cover, or a Spartan to help lead the charge. This time they were on their own, and without the added strength of the Black Ops.

Eric peeped around the corner as the Brutes huddled about their light flooded area. Several patrol groups of Grunts and jackals orbited the perimeter like feral watchdogs, eagerly awaiting the call to battle. Overhead sat the looming ships that had made their way into the area several days before. The three ships sat motionless, but only one ship was directly over the northern camp, and beneath it were the Brutes’ supply camps. The camps guarded each of the carrier’s two gravity lifts, but Eric had his eyes on the troop gravity lift at the bow of the ship. It would put his team closer to the command deck and it was only guarded by fast moving troops; unlike the supply gravity lift at the center of the ship which was unloading weapons and tanks.

Eric held up a fist and circled three times over his head, then quickly pointed two fingers to his eyes. The Marines and ODST understood; circle the area and watch for spotters. Once everyone was in place, Eric turned to Mathew and placed his fist over each other; slapping them together twice and then pointing his fingers toward the brute camp. Mathew returned a thumbs up and ran back into the night; vanishing. Eric sighed as he understood that the next phase was out of his hands. Everything from here on rested in the hands of twelve little grunts and Siren. The Virus form AI, Siren, had taken the news of Melanie’s death easier then Eric thought it would. The one time sister of Melanie, simply paused for a brief moment, and then continued her inquiry into their attack plan. Yet Eric couldn’t shack the feeling that Siren was not going to forget about what happened to Mel.

Mathew neared the trailing group of Grunts and leaned closer to Palab. “Alpha and Beta teams are in position. You ready?”

“Me team ready.” Palab huffed.

“I spotted six perimeter patrols, mostly Grunts and a few Jackals. Stay clear of them until the fireworks are over. I can’t stress enough how important it is that you do this quietly. Do you remember the plan?”

“Me remember. If me team get into trouble, we cloak, and retreat. That signal for you to attack.” Palab looked over his team of hand picked Mirratord grunts. They had all been trained under Migpap, Palab’s chosen second in command and first disciple to the Unggoy King. They all had re-learned the ancient ways of their kin, and knew how to use their agility as well as their weapons. They were ready, they had to be. “Migpap, you lead second group. Follow me group into camp.”

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“We follow, Sergeant!” Migpap cheered. Each of the dozen grunts checked their weapons and gear, making sure that they appeared to look like a standard patrol of grunts returning from an area survey. The brutes would not question this, but the stupid jackals would. Unlike the brutes and elites, the jackals could easily recognize unique grunts, a trait based on their own society and their relative connection in combat status based on years of service to the Covenant. Fooling the jackals would not be an easy feat.

Mathew cautiously trotted back to position as the two separate units of grunt packs moved toward the road, leaving the cover of the building nearby. They fell into a set pack of six and waddled on two legs toward the edge of the brute camps. Once they were in range, but still in the dark, they waited for the signal.

Eric spotted them in his night vision and then chirped his COM.

High above the brute ships, a squadron of Skyhawk interceptors circled out of range from the ships and the lead pilot listened intently to his COM.

A blip cracked across the Black Ops channel and the Pilot pulled down his targeting HUD visor. “Fighter wing Omega One Nine, we have the call. Let’s get in there and cause some mayhem. One pass and then retreat to the preset location.” The squadron nose dived from mid orbit, and zeroed in on the ships. All following a tight line headed toward Camp Eden. “Stay tight until we see return fire from those ships. Watch the crossfire from those plasma cannons ship side, get under the ship and make a speed run to the aft. Shoot anything that moves!”

The ships streaked downward and wasn’t long before the brute ships quickly began to grow before them. Incoming plasma volley’s soared upward, yet the nimble ships dodged easily thanks to the relative distance, but it would become much harder to avoid when they were in effective firing distance of the turrets. Sure enough, the ship’s plasma canons were becoming increasingly accurate the closer they came.

“Spread out. Phalanx formation!” The leader barked over the COM. “Go for bombing run!”

The skyhawks dived, pitched and rolled as they dodged the incoming flack scattered across the air by the covenant ships. They sped downward, nosing toward the one ship sitting directly over northern Camp Eden.

Two fighters exploded as plasma split their noses, but the squadron pushed on; casualties could not be avoided. The night sky glowed silver and gold as a storms of plasma and high focused lasers filled the air. But only two of the squadron were shot down. The tiny fighters were now within the zero range of the Covenant ships’ plasma turrets. The ships could no longer track them because of their relative distance to the ship, but now each of the pilots knew that they had to avoid crashing into the ship’s shield grid.

They all banked and rolled underneath the ship, and opened fired on the brute camps below. Explosions ignited over the range as the tiny one man fighters zipped over head and dropped numerous missiles and machine gun fire.

Eric and his team took cover as the explosions rained all over the camp, nearly fifty yards from their location. But as quickly as it began the sound of streaking fighters vanished as the smoke cleared. The squadron had done their job, caused chaos and alerted the brute, jackal and grunt eyes toward the sky. Their quick retreat would not go unnoticed, but it would take the brutes some time to fully accept that they were gone.

Eric looked toward Palab and his teams as they all quickly raced into the camp in the midst of the confusion. The Skyhawks were long gone, leaving the area clear of friendly fire, but the chaos it caused made it easy for Palab’s team to rush into the camp without question. This plan was either incredibly brilliant, or blatantly suicidal. Palab and his team had only one option for escape, and that was to cloak. But if they weren’t careful they would leave themselves open to friendly fire from Eric’s team of snipers, as they would not be able to distinguish between ally grunts and enemy grunts.

Palab was on his own. Simyaldee, Gridolee, Eric and Mathew, could only watch and hope that everything went according to plan.

Let slip the grunts of war.

To be continued.

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It is like Hannukah in July. Two levels in two days. I am so lucky. I got something to read today!!! Thanx Soulguard

  • 07.10.2007 11:57 AM PDT

It was a good chapter. I am looking forward to finding out all this business about the house of Vas and the house of Yal.

A few mistakes in there but one that stuck out for me was "yet they are still keepings hips out of combat.", spotted near the beginning of the chapter.

I have a new favourate quote too..."Let slip the grunts of war." Now that is what i call Art!

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As expected a few minor things here and there, but very exciting. I was all nostalgic over GoO reading this. Very nice

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I am so intrigued by the Queen stuff and the whole shield world stuff. I loved it.

When you switched over to Eric and the defense of Earth I was actually like WTF, what happens next. I thought it was also neat how the Seed Ship with High Elder Vornaldea appeared and began asking about Simyaldee and if she was his mate. WOW, geese flesh is what I had.


Also, I liked the hint that Siren was not done processing Mel's lost. Hint, hint. LOL

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talk about cliff hanger, i screamed when you swhiched perspective please let them meet up again thats the one thing im hanging out for dont care at this moment what ever esle happens as long as that family is reunited, im a soft romantic at heart

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  • 07.10.2007 9:54 PM PDT

Awesome! I recently joined but before that I've read every single chapter Soul's posted. Man Soul's stories are awesome! Yea, I also want Simyaldee reunited with his mate

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Welcome to the thread chewy, and thanks for reading.

Also, if any of you have seen the trailer for Halo 3 Campaign, it looks like I got it right in IIWYH. The Arbiter obviously saved Cortana. Now, all I need is a time line and we are set.

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Yep, saw it this morning. I was SOOOOO happy to see the elite (I am guessing it was the arbiter) standing with the Chief/Spartan. That game looks well beyond what we saw in Halo 2, as it should be.. ;)

  • 07.11.2007 6:41 AM PDT

Obviously, the only 'bad' graphics are older textures being used on the Chief because the modelers or whoever in Bungie like that version better.

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I was wondering if they had created a new form of spartan. There is one image on their gallery that is titled "Execution" that is a RvB battle, where the red are clearly Spartans, but I don't know who the blue guy is. I have never played online, so I don't know if that form has been shown before.

  • 07.11.2007 9:05 AM PDT

If you've been following Bungie, you'll know that that is one of the armor permutations.

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talk about cliff hanger, i screamed when you swhiched perspective please let them meet up again thats the one thing im hanging out for dont care at this moment what ever esle happens as long as that family is reunited, im a soft romantic at heart


I was pissed actually. When the perspective switched from Vasmolea(SP???) and the Seed ship to Eric I was like, "WHY, WHY, WHY!!!".

Soulguard

Yeah I noticed that too. Well done. You sure they aren't asking your input and you getting direct feed from Bungie?

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If you've been following Bungie, you'll know that that is one of the armor permutations.

I guess not.. :) Like I said, I don't play multiplayer, and other than the games/books fanfictions are about all I know.

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Yeah, bbender, (oddly enough, I just want to call you DL as that is the name I mostly associate you with. lol) There are two different variants to the Mark VI in Halo 3, which will be un-lockable in campaign. They MJOLNIR /V E.V.A. suit and the C.Q.B. suit. Go HERE to check them out. They are pretty sweet additions to the HaloVerse, but not sure how they will fit story wise.

~soulguard

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