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Oh, I see. I stared at it for a few minutes and just didn't see it.

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A little over two years ago, I began writing a tiny story called "Stand Five Feet, High". Well, in a little less then 4 weeks, the trilogy will be over. Sad news.

Well, in anticipation of that day, and the dawning of Halo 3, I am putting together a final schedule of events for the story.

Monday, September 17 :: Chapter 20
Friday, September 21 :: Chapter 21
Monday, October 1 :: Chapter 22
Friday, October 5 :: Chapter 23~ Finale

So there it is. Allow for a one day cusion to these dates, but I will do my darndest to stick to it. Notice that I have a week to play through Halo 3 several times in order to full understand what happens in the HaloVerse.

~soulguard

[Edited on 09.15.2007 7:31 AM PDT]

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Stop it, you're making me all teary-eyed over here. It will be bittersweet as I devour the last chapter, but I know you have better things ahead that I am looking forward to. Thanks for sticking with it and giving us a truly amazing trilogy.

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soz 4 not postin i waz in bali



nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooooooooooooo its all gonna end soon betta get a pistal to my temple

  • 09.16.2007 1:08 AM PDT

Phoenix is dead, long live Phoenix!
Is it?

So run the sands of time. Well I will eagerly await the next chapter. I'll have to wake up early.

  • 09.16.2007 11:11 PM PDT

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Note: So this might be the trend for the last few levels... long and action packed. Enjoy.
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Level 20: Warhammer

Seed Ship
November 11, 2552- -Slip Space Time difference - - null

A flash split across space. Ripples followed in the visual spectrum and mass of metal equal to the size of a small asteroid slipped into existence. The double shaped pyramid returned to the Sol System, and with it the surviving Sangheili of the purest blood. Elder Vornaldea, sitting upon the head of the massive Seed Ship’s command deck, cursed as he realized their location.

“Keeper!” He roared in protest. “These are not the coordinates that were programmed. This is the human territory!”

The slender alien appeared at Vornaldea’s side. “Really. I must admit that going to Halo would have been far more interesting, however, protocols must be obeyed and not even you can disregard that.”

“We must do our part in this battle.” Vornaldea countered.

“Be thankful, Elder, that I have not the limited programming of the Monitors. Else your entire race would be floating in space right now. My Protocols take higher precedence in this situation. Be thankful I am letting you tag along for the ride.”

Vornaldea fell silent. He sensed a threat from the AI that had never been present before. The construct faded from view and surely enough, his race was no longer able to control the Seed Ship.

“Communications?” Vornaldea questioned

“Yes sir! Fully operational.”

“At least we have that much control.” Vornaldea huffed. “Where is the main fleet and Supreme Commander Timnaldee?”

“They have not arrived in system yet. We beat them back.”

“The speed of this ship astounds me.” Vornaldea sighed.

The Keeper spoke through the command deck intercom, “I am the second fastest creation of the Forerunner Empire.”

“What is your plan for coming here?” Vornaldea replied.

“To collect samples, of course. I must preserve the new life forms on this world before the firing of the Ark. This world has seen an abundance of evolutionary growth over the past hundred thousand years.”

“And what of us?”

“Like all other life forms in the galaxy, you will be erased. But be thankful, I will also be gathering samples from you as well. You will be repopulated… eventually.”

Vornaldea gritted his mandibles and turned to his crew. “Alert Commander Yalsmadee to prepare to disembark. We need to get our troops to Earth and help prevent this catastrophe.”

“Sir … Commander Yalsmadee… he is in the shrine.”

“Then tell him to get to the flag ship!” Vornaldea shouted.

“Mighty elder… that is not it… it is the Queen. She has awakened.”

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Steam hissed from all sides as interlocking springs disengaged from the cold slab of metal. The stasis field around the Queen’s chamber vanished and the metal case split slowly. Slowly it rose to a standing position as Queen Vasmeola stretched. She stepped forward, her armor showing no sign of change, and looked to her oldest son in shock.

She looked around, confused about her environment, and even more confused about the dozen of female elders kneeling before her. “What has happened? What is this place, Commander?”

Yalsmadee wanted to reach out and kiss the top of his mother’s helmet. He was truly thankful that she was alive and well, but more importantly he had to show the proper discipline. He knelt before her, with the other females, and addressed her expressly. “This is the seed ship, my Queen. It is under the command of our High Council. They arrived just as your ship was being boarded by the Sentinel Drones. The construct aboard this ship managed to shut them down in time to prevent the self destruct of your ship.”

“Casualty report.” Vasmeola stated as she sat upon a nearby bench. Various foods and drink were scattered about and she began to eat. She didn’t understand why, but she was hungry; extremely hungry. As the Commander gave his report, Vasmeola’s every need was addressed by the elder females nearby. Some of the faces she instantly recognized, however there were more females then normal. Instead of the normal five elder females that attended to her, there were now twelve.

She stopped the Commanders report. “Where did the rest of you come from?”

Yalsmadee instantly realized that he had not yet told her. “Forgive me, my Queen. The error is not in the elders, but in me.” The elder females turned to Yalsmadee as he stood by his mother’s side. “All of our civilians are on board this ship. Its size can accommodate our entire race. This is our home, for now. Dorenth… has been destroyed.”

Vasmeola glared at him in shock. “Our home… but what of our colonies.”

An elder female spoke up. “They are under Jiralhanae control. Though most of their armada is on Earth, they still have more then a few soldiers stationed on our Colonies.”

Yalsmadee nodded in agreement. “Yes, but their forces are very thin. As I was told by the High Elder, the Hierarchs scattered the Sangheili fleet as thin as possible so that the Jiralhanae could ensnare us so easily. The colonies were left with only a minor detachment of forces in order to defend.”

Vasmeola lowered her head in thought. “The Mirratord were right. But not even they could have seen this coming.”

The door to the temple parted, and several Sangheili males entered, led by Elder Vornaldea. “My Queen.” He nervously stated as he and his honor guard detail knelt.

Vasmeola recognized him by his armor and head dress. “High Elder.” She stood from her bench, grabbed a hand full of fruits and approached the Elder. “Please, join me.”

High Elder Vornaldea, Queen Vasmeola, Commander Yalsmadee, and the head elder sat in a circle in the center of the room. The other eleven elder females brought food and drink to them as they discussed their future.

Vornaldea could not avoid asking the elder female a question that had been plaguing him for some time. “Are you the mother of our famed Second?”

“Second?” She questioned as she rubbed her lower mandibles in thought.

Vasmeola cut in. “Speaking of this should no longer be a mystery, Meyala. We are amongst trustworthy kin.”

“Meyala!” Vornaldea suddenly cheered. “You are. You are the mother of Simyaldee!”

Meyala simply nodded a response. “He was my youngest, but his brother died in combat many years ago at the hands of the humans. It appears that his father’s bravery and skill did not pass to his older siblings.” She sighed. Meyala was old, her age was undocumented as the Mirratord had erased her past many years ago however Regret’s ambition to build his own private army of Sangheili was able to discover her. “How is Simyaldee? Is he here? I was thankful that Regret’s slave traders were unable to find him.”

“We are not sure. He is on Earth fighting with the humans.” Vornaldea drank some whine and turned his attention back to Meyala. “Thanks to the Mirratord, he has remained a bit of an … enigma. The Covenant knew of him, but not that he was who he was.”

Yalsmadee tore the meat from a bone and questioned that statement. “How is that possible? Did he not carry his name in battle?”

Vornaldea smirked. “Your father… is perhaps the most feared warrior within our service. He has never failed a mission. He has never been beaten. The only reason he has not ascended to the rank of Commander or Supreme Commander is because of his devotion to the Mirratord. Even though the Covenant knows of him, they dare not approach him. But for the sake of his name, we attempted to keep him off the record as much as possible. Throughout the human war he has served under the direct command of Commander Vadumee of the Spec Ops.”

“Vadumee? Of the Dum house?” Meyala questioned.

“The same.” Vornaldea added. “And if you are thinking what I am thinking, then I can clearly say, yes. Simyaldee is stronger then Vadumee, though they are long term friends and have yet to full test each other. There is something in Simyaldee’s eyes. Something about him that tells me that he can not be bested in combat.” He turned to Yalsmadee. “Be proud, warrior. Your father’s name carries a great weight upon the Sangheili race.”

Vasmeola smiled inwardly. Her first mate had grown into a fearsome warrior, this was something that would make any female gleeful, but the weight of her crown bore down upon her and she quickly remembered that she had more pressing matters. “High Elder, why are we heading to Earth? I do recall my specific instructions being given to my Commander. We should be attacking Halo.”

“The Keeper, the construct of this ship, is responding to the Ark. His protocols have overridden our course of action. Your fleet is in our wake and will arrive shortly. It seems he also took command of those ships. Once the fleet arrives I will join them with the Supreme Commander Timnaldee’s fleet. They will be sent to Halo and …”

“No.” Vasmeola stated.

“That is not an order I can agree with.” Vasmeola added. “We are here, the fleet will arrive shortly, and if we return to Halo the battle may be lost before we arrive. No. I think we shall do what we can to stop the Hierarchs as best as we can. When the Ark is stopped, then we shall destroy the Halo’s.”

Vornaldea huffed his displeasure. “My Queen, the council has decided. We can not stay here with the Civilians in tow. If we engage in combat with the Covenant, here on Earth, we jeopardize our race’s existence. If we destroy one Halo then we have a chance at survival.”

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Vasmeola stood from the floor. “For the past eighty cycles I have been in charge of my kin. Rebuilding our race at first, and then preparing to free us from the Covenant. I have fought many battles, High Elder, and I will not stand aside and let the Council dictate what they feel is the better option. If we leave Earth now we run the risk of dieing in Slip Space when the Halo’s are activated. We will do what we can… here! If the Keeper brought us here then we can not force ourselves to turn back. I understand that the Council wishes to do what is best for the civilians, but we can take the chance. We fight here.”

Yalsmadee finished his meal and stood. “I will begin organizing the fleet. High Elder, please make contact with the Supreme Commander… with Timnaldee. I wish to speak with him and understand the battle at Earth.”

“What are you talking about?” Vornaldea steamed. “We must first put this decision before the Council. I know time is crucial, but we must have discipline.” Yalsmadee smirked as he knew his mother would not respond well to that statement.

Sure enough, Vasmeola began to vent. “Discipline? Honor? In my youth, I loved these words. I prided myself in hopefully one day becoming a soldier like my father, but your discipline denied me this for fear of jeopardizing your precious Mirratord Secrets. It was hard enough to be a female watchman, but to also be under the House of Vas was painful within itself. All of my life I have struggle to be different, High elder, and now that I am the Queen I am going to change things. We are at war, and getting together to talk Politics with a bunch of wrinkled elders is not how I intend to fight. You tell the Elders that those who are still able to lift their swords will be welcome in my campaign. Anyone who wishes to spill Brute blood should not be denied that glory.”

Meyala coughed, interrupting Vasmeola’s rant. “The young may take your words too directly, my Queen.” She smirked.

Vasmeola sighed. “Aside from the young and elderly, High Elder.” She respected Meyala’s wisdom and level headedness.

Vornaldea stood from his seat, finished his wine and knelt before the Queen. “Thank you. It will be an honor to fight by your side, my Queen. Not sense the days before the Covenant have we had a ruler with your passion for combat.” Vornaldea stood and glared at the Queen’s eyes. “Lead us, and we will follow without question.”

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Hammer of God
Sangheili-Human controlled ship
Camp Eden, Earth

Nora’k Binyalda. The name sounded in Simyaldee’s head constantly over the past few hours. The brute Chieftain, Grimleon, knew of his father and this angered Simyaldee to no end. How was it that a brute knew of his father and perhaps even knew how he died? Simyaldee rubbed his head in thought, but found that there was no use struggling to understand it.

“Lieutneant!” Screamed a human crewman. “Proximity alarms are sounding. Fast movers inbound!”

Simyaldee stepped to the edge of the command podium and powered on his display. The image showed six seraph fighters streaking toward the ship.

Siren commented over the com. “Ground forces are also on the move, Lieutenant. One full regiment, perhaps more. I’m raising shields and alerting our ground defense units.”

“Siren, watch for Anti-Aircraft bombardments.” Simyaldee ordered.

“Understood… uh oh, too late.” Siren sulked. “Incoming plasma volley from … six-kilo-west.”

An Elite weapons controller shouted. “Bringing up plasma turrets. Tracking volley and locking onto their position. Blast, they are too far away. We do not have an angle.”

“What about those Seraphs?” Simyaldee questioned.

“Human air defense is preparing to engage.” Another elite replied.

Siren cut into the comment. “Jammers! The Seraph’s are dropping Jammers on us and around the region! I’m losing visual and radar!”

A voice cut in from the back of the command deck. “Weapons, track the Seraphs! Helm, move the ship two-kilo-south. We have to get away from Eden and draw their fire!” Simyaldee turned and watched as a human female ran to the top of the command podium and she continued to bark orders. “Siren, fire a blind shot in front of the Seraph’s projected flight path. Give them a scare!”

“Eye-eye Captain! It’s good to see you, ma’am!”

“Better late then never, I always wanted to say.” The human female decorated in full Navy Captain dress, white’s and greys, turned to Simyaldee. “I don’t think we’ve had a chance to actually speak, Lieutenant.” She extended her hand and said, “Captain Megan Monroe, I heard that you needed an able bodied ship master.”

Simyaldee smirked. “Indeed.” Simyaldee took her hand, dwarfing it in his palm, and gave it a solid shake. Human customs were awkward, but he managed to do it with a straight face.

Captain Monroe turned to the display. “Siren, we’re flying blind with those jammers on top of us. Open a com to our fighter pilots. I need to know what’s happening out there.”

The ship rocked to one side, then again and again. “Plasma volley impact. Direct hit on our upper shield grid. They have some sharp shooters out there.”

“Those AA guns are well out of range of plasma cannons while we are at this altitude.” Simyaldee commented. “We could fire back if we went higher.”

“We do that and we leave Eden Defenseless to ground attack.” Monroe added. “Someone did a lot of thinking for this attack. Siren, analysis?”

“This is a Prophet like command structure. But according to intel, all the minor Prophets are station south at the Ark site. The jammer drops have blinded us from getting target locks on the fighters or from seeing the AA plasma volleys.”

“We are also blind of any ground forces that could be moving into the area!” Simyaldee protested.

Captain Monroe thumbed her chin. “With the Black Ops gone… Lieutenant, you can do a better job if you’re on the ground with the Mirratord. Keep an open COM to me and I’ll radio what I can.”

Simyaldee didn’t waste anytime. He turned and trotted into a full sprint off the Command deck.

The ship rumbled once again. “Damn. Shield strength?”

“Eighty percent, ma’am.” Shot back a human officer.

“Track the location of those impacts and shift power from the aft shields to compensate. If they begin to redirect their focus, shift on the fly.”

An elite gave an outcry. “We are clear of Eden’s interior.”

“Communcations, contact Eden Tower and tell them to power up the directional shield grid. Weapons, target the last known location of those AA cannons and return fire.”

The elite weapons controller replied back. “But we do not have a sufficient angle.”

“No matter. All I want to do is give them a little something to worry about. We don’t have any forces in their path, so full power and make as much destruction as possible!”

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Brute regiment // Red Clan
Four miles West of Camp Eden

Plasma mortars fired gigantic swells of Plasma into the air as Grimleon watched the Hammer of God move. He waved for his AA controllers to adjust the cannons as the Seraph’s dropped their jammers throughout the region.

He powered off his zoom and turned to his ground units. A sea of Brute Phantoms, Seraphs and land vehicles all sat before him. He raised his Gravity hammer and roared. “You have your orders! Today we end our quest! Bring me the head of Simyald!” He turned around, mounted his chopper and speed toward the ship.

The full regiment under his command followed. A giant dust storm swelled around as the vehicles powered ahead. The Phantom’s were the first to arrive, deploying foot soldiers throughout the area beneath the Hammer of God.

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Simyaldee descended down the gravity lift and watched as twelve Phantoms began to deploy troops. “Captain, ground units are being deployed directly below the ship!”

Captain Monroe cursed over the com. “Damn it! They slipped in while the jammers were blinding us! Lieutenant, the full ground unit is under you guard. We’ll do what we can up here.”

Simyaldee watched as the human, grunt and Sangheili troops took up defensive position against the quickly deploying opposition. The brutes were setting up fast, too fast. They were well organized. The phantoms provided covering fire, crystallizing the thin vegetation that sat outside Eden, in an attempt to lay waste to the allied troops nearby. And as the phantoms fired the troops were dropping to the ground in waves.

Simyaldee couldn’t wait any longer and he jumped the last forty feet from the gravity lift. He hit the ground, rolled and kept running. He switched his com to the nearby friendly frequency. “Focus all fire on the area beneath the phantoms.” It was a blind order as the dense vegetation growing on south side of Eden was making it hard for his troops to even see where the phantoms were, but Simyaldee was able to see them as he descended from the gravity lift.

As he ran forward he arrived at the rear lines. “Who’s in command here?”

“The little guy.” A human shot back from a rock cover. “The grunt.” Explosions sounded up ahead.

Simyaldee looked up and could see Palab attempting to rally his troops. “Sergeant. Their ground troops are attempting to flank your position. You need to watch your…”

A brute snarled as he stampeded through two humans, crushing them beneath his weight. The screams faded quickly. Simyaldee spun and dived at the beast, and it quickly fell over dead, but no one actually saw Simyaldee pull his blades from his belt. There was a quick buzz of static and then nothing. Simyaldee rolled the creature over to its back and looked at his chest armor. A brute hand print, painted blood red, sat upon the dead creature’s armor.

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“The Red Clan.” Simyaldee mumbled. Grimleon was coming.

Simyaldee looked up as weapons fire started again. Human forces were shouting out targets and congratulating one another, or running for cover, while the elites charged to better firing positions. Cursing with every step they made.

Palab and his grunts lobbed grenades into the thick brush, attempting to flush out the brutes. Simyaldee ran up to Palab and glared forward. “What can you tell me?”

“Lots of Brutes come.” The Grunt Messiah shouted. “Me not seen them work like this. They try to push us out of trees, into open dessert.”

Simyaldee looked back. Sure enough there was a clear path to the dessert only a few hundred yards away. Weapons fire sounded to the opposite side as a human’s scream echoed throughout the trees. The Brutes were extending their flank and they were trying to push them out of the jungle. Simyaldee had to halt this.

“Captain, we need vehicle assistance at our location.” Simyaldee radioed. “Send them to the south of the forest region and patrol the desert. The brutes are attempting to force us out of the forest, perhaps to lead us into a trap.”

“Roger that, Lieutenant. I’ll contact Eden’s transport bay. Ground pounders should be on their way to you shortly.”

The COM died and Simyaldee patted Palab on the shoulder. “Do not let them push you back until the vehicle units arrive. I will assess this situation further.” Simyaldee strolled toward the flanking brutes. His active camouflage washed over him and he vanished in the brush.

Palab bounded into a tree and then jumped off of a tree branch into a thick of brutes. He extended his elbow spikes, and waited for the first brute to react. They all staggered backwards, but one of them raised a carbine and Palab bounded toward him. His blade easily penetrated the brute’s shields, as they were designed to stop fast moving weapons fire, and he jammed it into the brute’s chest. He then racked his claws across the brute’s throat and watched as blood spat outward. Palab turned and attacked the others.

A few yards away, brute blood sprayed all around the area as one by one Simyaldee cut through them with little difficulty. He emerged from his clock covered in blood, and waved for his team to approach. As if on cue, six Mirratord elites appeared from camouflage and gathered at his side. They all peered at the massing Brute’s but none of them could see who was in command. There was something else awkward about this deployment and it was seriously troubling Simyaldee.

They were not deploying their Jackals or Grunts.

“Fan out.” Simyaldee ordered to his team. “Let us deal with this pack and see how they respond.” Simyaldee then opened his com to his ground units. “All teams, hold your position and do not retreat. The Brutes are moving us toward the desert, and we can not let them gain this forest region.”

Several confirmations replied in his com as the numerous sergeants and corporals in command agreed to Simyaldee’s orders.

Another radio com burst into Simyaldee’s ears. “Lieutenant, this is Mobile Infantry 103 out of Charley company. We’ve arrived at that desert region you wanted us to patrol.”

“What is your compliment?”

“Six hogs, eight mongoose, two MBT’s, and four hornets.” The man replied.

“Setup a strike area. Prepare to aid our retreat if needed.”

“Roger that.”

The COM died and Simyaldee returned his attention to the brutes ahead. “Go.” He whispered to his team. They all vanished with a soft pulse as the active camouflage dwarfed them. Silently the crept towards their prey, and once they were within striking range they powered on their plasma swords and laid quick waste to the brutes. Simyaldee stepped forward examined the fallen brutes and then crept out of the opening.

Something felt odd.

“Lieutenant, we’re under heavy fire from a swarm of brute fast movers!” The radio crackled in his ears. Simyaldee stood and listened as explosion sounded in the distance. “Don’t come out of the forest! I repeat… don’t…” the transmission faded into static. “Mobile Infantry! Can any of you hear me?” Static was his only response.

Ground forces in the forest and vehicle unites waiting at the deserts edge. Simyaldee contacted the ship. “Captain…”

“I heard.” Monroe replied. “Lieutenant, the attack wave is clever. Their forces are bigger then we think, and I’m still blind up here!” She snarled. “They deployed a second wave of Jammers.” Monroe paused on the radio and then questioned. “The Brutes are never this organized.”

“This is not a normal attack.” Simyaldee replied. “Their leader is well trained.”

Palab stumbled to Simyaldee’s side. “More ground forces on the way. Me scouts see wraiths moving into area.”

“Captain, if we relay coordinates to you can you hit them?”

“You bet I can!” Captain Monroe ran down the ramp and stood with the weapons officers. “Stand bye. The lieutenant will relay target vectors.”

The elites nodded and waited.

Simyaldee slipped into his cloak and raced through the forrest until he was well beyond the safety of his detachment. He was completely surrounded by the Brutes but he went further behind their lines. He climbed a tree over looking the very edge of the forest and watched as several dozen waves of wraith’s hovered into position. Simyaldee then began to quietly relay their position.

He looked over head, at the bottom of the mammoth ship and watched as several plasma turrets turned into position. The ship then began to fire streams of plasma into the advancing line. Only a few molten husks remained after the relatively small volley of fire. Simyaldee then looked toward the desert region where the human mobile infantry had been killed, and he watched as they quickly moved closer to the forest. After seeing the ship hit their line of tanks, the brute vehicle patrol moved inside the firing range of the ships plasma turrets.

But what also had Simyaldee concerned was that now they were coming directly into the forest where his unit of humans, grunts and elites were holding position. “Palab, the rear! Watch the rear!” He turned and quickly began to sprint back, and he couldn’t afford to be cautious about his speed. Tree branches snapped at his side, leaves flicked and bobbed, and so came the weapons fire.

The first few plasma blasts washed over his armor and powered off his cloak. Simyaldee powered on his blades and cut his way through anyone that came into his path. Plasma and spike rounds impacted his shields, but he enhanced Mirratord system was holding. Speed was his only concern now. He cut down two brutes that foolishly attempted to attack him and he never broke stride.

Had he made an error? Simyaldee rethought his past actions. This was his command and he was aware that they were not all Mirratord, but he knew that if they were overwhelmed then defending the area would not be easy. No, he had made the right decision, but he had not fully thought out all of his opponents moves. Simyaldee felt foolish. His opponent, Grimeleon, had made all the right moves so far.

Palab radioed. “Humans defending rear are dieing! Me shift Mirratord units to assist. Vehicles now coming into forest.”

Perhaps Grimleon had not fully out foxed him. Simyaldee smirked. “Palab, move everyone into the trees. We shall lose movement, but we will gain a tactical advantage.”

“Me understand.”

Simyaldee hoped that would buy his units some time. It was a worthless maneuver, but one that he needed to use in order to gain more time. He finally cut threw the last Brute at the front line and dashed toward the rear assault. As he ran, several Mirratord that were on the front line joined him.

“We are with you, Second!” One shouted.

“What are the odds?” Simyaldee asked as they sprinted through the grunt packs and the humans in the central advance.


“Many of them. Few of us.” The elite laughed.

“Excellent. I did not wish to think that my running back here was for nothing.”

With three Mirratord warriors under his wing, Simyaldee charged ahead and saw as humans and elites were shooting from treetop branches at vehicles that were bounding over tree stumps in into thick bushes.

“For the honor of the Mirratord.” Simyaldee unsheathed his blades and dashed forward. His kin split up at his side, each pursuing their own targets.

Palab echoed on the radio. “Forces cease fire!”

Simyaldee was thankful to hear the grunts king’s raspy voice, knowing now that he was still alive, and then hurled himself toward the first brute chopper that came near. Simyaldee kicked the brute from the seat, took over the menacing device and turned toward the Brute. The choppers wheels cut the creature down without slowing and Simyaldee steered toward a gathering of ghosts. He plowed into the mass as they attempted to scatter, crushing one and damaging two. The brute chopper handled wildly over the rough forest basin and he ran into a tree. The massive tree trunk split but did not completely give. Simyaldee jolted in his seat and attempted to regain the controls.

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A plasma barrage fired from cover and hit Simyaldee in the back. He turned to see three brutes racing toward him in their ghosts, but Palab sprang from almost nowhere and killed one. He then leapt to the other, landed on the ghosts fuselage and kicked the brute pilot in the face. He jumped off and left a boiling plasma grenade stuck to the hull, and as he rolled to his feet he pulled up his plasma pistol and overcharged it at the last speeding ghost. The plasma discharged homed in on the ghost and overloaded its systems, shutting it down. A human sniper then put two rounds into the brute pilots head just as the plasma grenade on the second ghost exploded.

Simyaldee freed himself from the wrecked chopper and nodded toward the grunt messiah. They shared a quick glare and Palab smirked from behind his mask. They then returned to the battle.

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A radio burst sounded in Grimleon’s ear. “Chieftain! I have found him! He and the Grunt King are holding off our vehicle unit at the rear of the human formation. There are several more of those pesky elites with him, but we shall hold them at bay. The prize is yours, mighty Chieftain.”

Grimleon smiled and accelerated deeper into the forest.

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Simyaldee rolled as a ghost zipped past him and he pulled up a plasma grenade and flung it at the back of the ghost as it turned back. The grenade stuck and the stupid brute panicked at the wheel. He attempted to jump free but was hurled into a tree by the speed of the ghost. The grenade exploded sending ghost parts across the tundra. Simyaldee turned and ran toward the wounded Brute and prepared to deliver the killing blow when he heard a monstrous crunch.

Simyaldee turned and watched as a brute chopper bounced off of a tree stump and sailed over his head, while the pilot of the chopper jumped off and fell directly at Simyaldee. The sun glinted off of the golden armor of Grimleon, and as he pulled down his hammer Simyaldee could see the hand bloody hand print upon his chest. The hammer bore down at Simyaldee, but the agile elite dodged swiftly.

The gravity hammer glowed, struck the ground and sent dust and leaves skyward. Simyaldee instantly switched to inferred and watched as Grimleon attempted to circle him. Simyaldee tightened his grip on his blades, planted one huff behind him and spun to face his opponent.

The dust parted as a mass of alien metal and fluctuating energy came downward toward the Mirratord’s, Second in command. The gravity hammer sputtered as it emitted its gravity defying wave, but with all the scattered debris floating about, Simyaldee could easily track the gravity weapon’s location. He ducked the first gravity pulse and rolled forward. He planted his feet and stood with his blade angled against his forearm. The hilt of Grimleon’s hammer struck the sword and Simyaldee raised his other sword into his opponent’s midsection, but Grimleon shields unit swelled around him and with his left hand, which was also engulfed by the shield, he grabbed Simyaldee’s sword and held it at bay.

The two fierce warriors paused and judged their next actions. Simyaldee glared upward, into Grimleon’s nearly eight foot stance and pushed upward with his single blade. The gravity hammer’s hilt barely flinched. Simyaldee was not going to out muscle him.

“So now our fate is locked, Sangheili.” Grimleon snarled. “Unlike before, I have no intentions of testing you. When we are done, I will carry your head like a trophy!” Grimleon pressed forward with his hammer. Even with one hand he was able to push Simyaldee with little effort.

“You will find that I am … rather attached to my head.” Simyaldee strained. “Brute, tell me what you know of my father!”

Simyaldee rolled free, twisting his sword from Grimleon’s grip and stood to face the brute as he charged.

There was wrestling of leaves as Grimleon’s side and two elites spring from the brush. The two Mirratord warriors stabbed outward to assist Simyaldee, but they had already doomed their fate.

“Fools!” Grimleon roared as he spun toward them.

“No!” Simyaldee rebuked, but his words were unheard as Grimleon spun his hammer and impacted both Elites. The hammer glowed brightly as power swelled into the blow and the two Mirratord warriors were blasted several feet into the air. Simyaldee watched as one of the elites rolled backwards in an awkward way, clearly his spine had been shattered. And the other of his kin no longer had a head. They had served with Simyaldee for many years and had served him well. They were well trained, disciplined and skilled. They both had children who were still alive with their mothers on the Seed Ship. They were both Simyaldee’s brothers at arms. Two of his kin had suddenly been taken away.

Grimleon cupped his hammer before him and stood facing Simyaldee. “Will you not face me alone? Do you need aid from your Mirratord pets?”

Simyaldee opened his COM. “None of you can handle the chieftain. He is mine. Palab, you have command. Deal with the rest of the Red Clan’s forces.”

“But Sir?” A Mirratord shouted over the com. Several Mirratord elites appeared from active camouflage, snarling with anticipation to test their skill against this particular brute Chieftain. “Let us try him. Let us see who can best him. How long has it been since we, the Mirratord, have a met a worthy opponent?”

Simyaldee looked around at his brothers. He knew how they felt. Grimleon was a skilled and aged vet. Many enemies had fallen before him and fighting him would take every ounce of their training. “No. If he kills me, then you can all feel free to do as you like. For now… this Brute is mine.”

The Mirratord held back. Some turned and went to assist in the battle raging around them, but others were not going to abandon the Second’s side without seeing him fight.

Simyaldee cracked his shoulder, lowered his posture, angled his left arm out and pulled his right arm back.

Grimleon smiled. “Finally, I shall be rid of your disgusting family!” His shields flared to full power, surrounding him in a bubble of glowing energy. He stepped forward, angled his hammer back and quick stepped toward Simyaldee.

Grimleon was again showing his incredible land speed and agility. His massive muscles carried him as gracefully as a dancer, yet with the weight of a tank. His first swing missed Simyaldee completely. Simyaldee was able to strike him in the side, but the over-shield didn’t falter. Grimleon pulled back the hammer, almost in mid swing, and hit Simyaldee in the back with the hilt of his hammer. Simyaldee rolled forward, sprang up with his arm, tucked in the air and threw a Plasma grenade at Grimleon, it suck and flared. The explosion washed over the over-shield and Grimleon continued to give chase, unfazed. Simyaldee landed, dodged, side stepped and cut across Grimleon’s exposed back.

Still nothing.

The hammer came around from a near impossible angle. Simyaldee did not see how he was able to maneuver in such a way. He couldn’t avoid the hammer. He crossed his arms and let the grav-hammer impact his twin blades, but Simyaldee angled them slightly so that they wouldn’t overload from the hit. The gravity hammer pulsed and fired Simyaldee outward, through the upper canopy of trees and into the desert. Simyaldee rolled into the hot sand and gathered his bearings. He stood and examined his blades, they were still intact. But the power had been considerably drained. He looked up as Grimleon sprinted out of the forest like a wild rhino charging in for the kill.

Simyaldee was amazed at how someone his size could move with such agility. Beating Grimleon was going to be taxing. He was not going to be this brute with power or tricks. He knelt low, spread his stance apart so that he could dodge in any direction. Pulled up his blades to a close shoulder guard location and readied himself as Grimleon plowed toward him.

Simyaldee was going to need all of his skill.

Palab watched as the fully armored brute barreled out of the forest chasing after the Mirratord Second. The grunt King had no desire in abandoning his leader and the one Sangheili that showed the most interest in seeing his kin return home, but he also knew that he needed to lead the ground forces and fight back the brute assault. But this attack seemed very strange to Palab. Once the brute chieftain appeared, the majority of the brute attack force had backed off. Had they been ordered to withdraw? They brutes could have continued to force the rear flank, caused more trouble and completely pinned the ground forces, yet they retreated to the diagonal assault on the flanks. The brutes returned their focus to the front lines. Why?

“Sergeant Palab, do you read?” Siren commented into the COM.

Palab awoke from his dazed thought. “I hear you Siren. Do you see what is happening down here?” Palab replied in his native tongue.

“At the moment, yes.” Siren replied. “But more Seraphs are inbound, and I am sure they have more jammers. The Captain wants to know if she can launch Banshee fighters to help defend the ship? Our Airforce was called back to guard Eden.”

“I’ll check.” Palab climbed a nearby tree. He then popped his head out of the top of the canopy and examined the area. Aside for a few Seraph patrols and phantoms steadily dropping off troops there was little threat for a Banshee flight patrol. “I do not see any AA guns nearby, only the ones that are firing in the distance, a banchee patrol should be able to launch without problems.”

“Thank you Sergeant.” Siren replied. “Do you need anything down there?”

Palab began to climb down and watched as the brute vehicles continued to fire and speed recklessly through the thick brush. “Actually Siren, yes. Yes I do. Can you deploy energy active energy drainers in random location near the rear of the human zone?”

“That could put the elite shields in jeopardy.”

“We’ll risk it.”

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“One moment.” Siren gave the order to several deck hands to load insertion portals with energy drainers. “I’ve given the order. It’ll take some time. I will let you know when they are coming.”

“Roger!” Palab happily cheered as he jumped out of the tree and onto the back of a speeding ghost.

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Simyaldee dodged again as the mammoth brute slammed his massive hammer into the ground. Simyaldee attempted to counter, but once again Grimleon closed the opening and parried his advance. Grimleon was skilled. No, that was understatement. Grimleon was a master of the Gravity Hammer. He held tightly, but at the same time he could loosely grip it with one hand and swing it around his head like a mace and chain.

Simyaldee knew that rushing in without finding a weakness would only get him killed. But then, without even looking for it, he realized the brute’s one weakness.

Grimleon laughed. “What ails you, Sangheili? Have I struck that much fear in your heart?”

Simyaldee powered off his right blade, his power hand, and clipped his blade to his hip holster. With his left blade he simply waited. He began to jog around Grimleon, dancing at a distance, waiting for the moment to attack.

“One blade? What have you got on your mind?” Grimleon growled. Sand kicked up as he spun in a circle. But Simyaldee didn’t become aggressive, no, he was a Spec Ops Mirratord and patience was his best skill. “Very well. I’ll see what you have in store.” Grimleon dashed forward.

Simyaldee then showed his trump card. With his free hand he dropped a plasma grenade into the sand. It quickly flared brightly and exploded and sent a mountain of sand skyward. Grimleon, unafraid of a little sand, dashed into it blindly and lost sight of Simyaldee for a split second.

The moment seemed to freeze. Simyaldee rolled forward, crossed his left blade in front of him, and as expected Grimleon could not bring down his hammer fast enough. In the same manner as he had always countered any of Simyaldee’s quick approaches, Grimleon lowered his hilt instead.

Success.

Simyaldee reached out with his right hand, grabbed the gravity hammer, spun his body and scrapped his left blade over Grimleon’s arm shields. It was now a battle of speed and reflexes.

Grimleon was a mountain of muscle; an avalanche barreling forward to kill anything in his path. Yet he did not know that Simyaldee had his hand on the Gravity Hammer. Grimleon’s power was not a factor, as he did not know what was soon going to happen. All the muscle power in his body could not prepare him for something that could respond faster than he could think.

Feeling the blade scrapping across his arms, Grimleon instantly realized that Simyaldee was in close proximity, and his natural instinct was to swing his hammer. He adjusted his grip, by relaxing his fingers and sliding his hand lower down the hilt. However, the moment his grip became loose Simyaldee, with his power hand holding the hilt as well, pulled the hammer free. Grimleon felt the loose hammer give in his finger tips, and he reached out to grab it, but it was too late. The hammer was gone. He had adjusted his grip hundreds of times in the last few minutes, but never had the hammer simply been pulled away.

Grimleon ran forward, his eyes wide and shock washing over his onetime calm demeanor. He stopped and turned. His eyes glared into Simyaldee as the Sangheili Mirratord Second in command held the Gravity hammer in his right hand, and casually rested it upon his shoulder.

Simyaldee lifted his right mandibles and smirked. “Drop something?” The honorable human would have been proud to hear him say that.

Grimleon stood tall, a smile formed behind his helmet and he began to laugh. “You are skilled. That I cannot deny. My blood is boiling with excitement right. Not even your father had lived this long.”

Simyaldee froze for a moment. “Tell me what you know!”

Grimleon thought. “For proving yourself this far… I shall. Your father was killed by my ancestors. He was the elder in charge of the fleet that first found us for the Prophets. My… how shall I say… father’s father, boarded his ship and attempted to kill him. But that is where our blood feud began. Your father did not die. He lived, escaped like a coward and hide upon our world for several weeks. Along with his honor guards, that he himself trained, used guerilla tactics to kill as many of our clan as he could. For weeks we hunted him, learning, adapting, and waiting for him to show himself. The Hierarchs choose a very worthy prey to send to us, and that is how they gained our favor.” Grimleon laughed. “They sent the best Sangheili warrior they could as bait to feed our need of conquest. From that moment on we have always been in support of the Hierarchs.”

Simyaldee sat in shock. A blood feud? His father was trapped on the Brute world for weeks? The council never told him. No one told him. Why, why had he not been told.

“Now, last of the House of Yal, we shall finish this feud!” Grimleon raced forward.

Foolish. Simyaldee held the upper hand, and Grimleon had to know this. Simyaldee gripped the hammer and tossed a gravity wave at the charging Brute. Grimleon showed his agility and dodged it. Too easy, Simyaldee knew he could avoid such an obvious tactic. However, Simyaldee had to drop back when the plasma volley of a nearby Seraph swept across his path.

“What is this?” Simyaldee questioned. The Seraph descended, hovered, and began to fire at Simyaldee.

“I am no fool, Simyal!” Grimleon jumped up and climbed to the top of the seraph. “Let us see how well you fight when the fate of all of your allies is at stake.” Grimleon and the Seraph soared upward, heading directly toward the gravity lift of the Hammer of God. The Brute jumped into the lift and was pulled upward.

Simyaldee roared into the COM. “Shut down the gravity lift!” It was too late. Grimleon rose to the top and vanished inside.

“Lieutenant, report!” Captain Monroe questioned on the COM.

“The Red Clan’s Chieftain has boarded the ship. I am in pursuit. Tell the construct to seal off the storage bay!”

Siren answered. “Lieutenant! Our crew is being overwhelmed in there. You have to hurry! I sealed the door, but he is… my god… he’s overpowering the bulkhead doors.”

Captain Monroe cut in. “We have inbound phantom’s headed toward our landing bays! All hands prepare to repel boarders!”

Simyaldee looked skywards as Phantom’s lifted off from the forest and flew into the landing bay of the ship.

“Are the shields not up?” Simyaldee questioned as he ran toward the gravity lift.

Siren cursed over the line, “Negative. We had to shift power from the lower shield grids to compensate for the plasma bombardment on the top side. If we power up the shields near the landing bay we’ll be overwhelmed by plasma fire.”

Monroe sulked over the line. “Who the hell is this Brute? He outsmarted us again! Get a unit down there and slow that Cheiftain down!” Monroe shouted over the ship wide COM. Simyaldee turned it off. He needed to get up there.

He opened his COM. “Status!”

Palab replied. “We push back brutes. They retreat, but vehicle teams still here.”

“Their infantry has not retreated; they have begun to attack the ship!” Simyaldee roared. He looked up and saw a Banshee patrol. “Banshee squadron near landing bay two. Defend against those phantoms, and I need one of you to home in on my transmission and pick me up.”

A reply came over the line. “Understood.” Simyaldee watched as the banshee’s turned and began to attack the phantom. They managed to shoot down one, but several more were able to slip past. As the battle raged a Banshee dropped close to Simyaldee and he jumped onto the side wing.

“Don’t stop! Get to the landing bay!” Simyaldee roared.

“Yes Lieuteant.” The pilot nervously replied. They flew skyward as Simyaldee clung for life onto the side. They neared the side of the Hammer of God and flew directly into the landing bay. Inside, several dozen Elites and humans were exchanging fire with dozens of brutes. Weapon’s creates exploded from stray fire, humans and elites screamed curses and insults while the brutes cried out for blood. Simyaldee could only assume that he same thing was happening throughout the other three, of the four, landing bays.

Simyaldee dropped to the deck, landed behind a pack of brutes, pulled the hammer from his back and began to swing. Three brutes tumbled lifelessly in the air as the fourth turned his spike rifle toward Simyaldee. The weapon had little effect on his fully charged shield and Simyaldee smashed the hammer upon the brute’s head.

Simyaldee then turned to his side and watched as a Phantom lowered to the deck to unload another salvo of troops. He gripped the grav-hammer tightly, twisted the hilt to power it to full and then pulled it over his head. He jumped forward and hit the side of the Phantom; smashing a massive hole in the armor and forcing the machine to spin wildly in the landing bay. It careened into another Phantom as Brutes dived clear. The two massive machines impacted and slid across the bulkhead. Grenades, RPGs, and plasma volleys streaked toward the two phantoms and within the mesh of metal and power cells something had ignited. The two phantoms exploded sending a heat wave throughout the landing bay. Every soul was tossed to the ground, or vaporized; both friend and foe. The explosion shot out of the side of the landing bay’s open portal and propelled the Hammer of God slightly of kilter.

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“Siren! What in the hell was that?” Captain Monroe shouted as she gripped the command podium’s control console.

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“Ma’am, two brute boarding crafts were just blown apart inside the landing deck.”

“I had a platoon down there.” Monroe sighed. “Casualties?”

“Analyzing.” Siren paused. “The explosion killed most of the brutes in bay two. Most of our forces are still intact. Rough estimate is eight friendly killed in the blast. Two elites and six human.”

“Damn.” Monroe cursed under her breath. “Where’s 19 when I need him?”

“Ma’am?” Siren questioned.

“Nothing.” Monroe had seen action enough to know that she wasn’t well prepared for boarding situations. Eric an the Black Ops had always defended her ship whenever they were boarded. She was in territory that she didn’t like as she would rather defend the exterior of the ship, and not need to worry about the possible infiltrators. “COM, where is the Lieutenant?”

“Lieutenant Simyaldee has just left bay two and is headed toward the forward storage bay.”

“Lieutenant, copy?” Monroe shouted into the COM.

“Not now!” Simyaldee shot back.

“… right.” Monroe sighed. At least she knew Simyaldee was doing his best to defend the ship, but still, it was hard to assess the situation if he wasn’t communicating.

Monroe leveled her eyes and brushed the sweat from her brow. “Banshee patrol, keep those Seraph’s away from the ship as best as possible. Ground unit, copy?”

“Me copy.” Palab shouted into the COM.

“Status.”

“Brutes regrouping. Trying to get to ship gravity lift. Some already on phantoms going to ship landing bay. Me troops guard main gravity lift.”

“Understood.” Monroe thought for a moment. “How many of the Mirratord Elites are with Simyaldee.”

“Me not think any.” Palab stuttered. An Explosion echoed in his COM and the grunt king shouted orders to his unit. “Lieutenant leave Mirratord with me.”

“Then he’s alone?” Monroe questioned to herself. “Siren, who was that first brute that came aboard?”

“Unknown. Judging by his color, size and his armor class… I would say he is a Jiralhanae Warhammer.”

“A what?” Monroe questioned. But her eyes happened to notice that every Elite on the command deck looked concerned.

Siren commented quickly. “I just performed a Jiralhanae command structure check. The Brute called a Warhammer is similar to the Supreme Commander of a fleet. However, unlike the typical Covenant structure, a brute of this degree is only permitted when he has …” Siren paused as she attempted to brace the Captain. “Captain, he’s skilled. Highly skilled. I recommend we go to immediate lockdown. But that will only slow him down. He’s already broken through two of my bulkhead locks.”

“How?”

“He tore a hole in them.” Siren commented.

“Can you vent the atmosphere in his section?”

“Negative. His helmet has an air tight seal, and most of the sections he has entered has some of our troops in them.”

“Options for stopping him?” The Captain questioned.

Siren coldly replied. “Ma’am, he is a Brute Warhammer, and if he lives up to the rank, then he alone could possibly overtake this ship.”

Monroe folded her arms in thought. “Warhammer… a Brute Spartan.”

“Yes ma’am. That would be the best way to see it.”

“What about the Mirratord?” Monroe asked, almost hopping for a good answer.

“At present… Simyaldee is our only hope.”

Captain Monroe bit down on her thumb, nervously gnawing at the nail, and then looked at the forward view screen. The Banshee patrols were doing an okay job at stopping the brutes from dropping jammers on them, but occasionally one would drop through.

Siren barked over the line. “Captain… Lord Hood! It’s Lord Hood on the COM!” The human command crew all cheered in excitement.

“Open the channel!” Monroe eagerly ordered. It had been nearly a week since anyone had heard from Hood, and everyone had feared the worst.

The COM burst open. “I repeat! All forces capable, all ships, all ground units, all Navy, transport or other, Rally on Mombasa! We must stop Truth! The Ark has been completely uncovered and its primary systems are activating!”

Siren cut in. “That was it, ma’am. I lost the channel.”

Captain Monroe leaned forward over the console, her hands planted firmly on the alien metal. “Do we abandon Eden? What about the Civilians? We can’t just leave, but if we don’t go and help… Truth may win.”

To be continued…

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Notes: There is still a lot of editing to do in this level, but I wanted to get it out to the B.net community as fast as I could. Halo 3 is less then 8 days away, so delaying the next two levels could harshly hurt the flow. And yes, I am aware tha the scene with Palab and the energy drainers was not resolved, that is a portion that will perhaps get cut or edited drastically. Time will tell. The edited Level 20 will be on FF.net around Wed or Thursday, and the next level on Friday.

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  • 09.17.2007 8:31 AM PDT

Too, amazing for words. What a Battle!

A Brute Spartan. Flipping Heck. Can Simyaldee actually kill this thing?

I guess if he was able to steal his weapon away then he could probably finish the job =]

Anyway, I'm just glad that i don't have to wait long until the next level.

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nice chapter i like it when simmyaldee nicks the hammer

good news ive preordered halo3 legendary


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whos heard of halo wars ive watched the trailer

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I am a Sangheili Bard.
Tomes of the History of the Mirratord
For the honor of the Mirratord!

Mmm. Long, and intricitely detailed.

~Aardvark

  • 09.17.2007 6:58 PM PDT

Phoenix is dead, long live Phoenix!
Is it?

Luv-ly chapter.

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Thanks guys.
I also have the Legendary reserved.
69 extra bucks for a book, a DVD and a Cat-helmet.

Well, the book alone will be worth the value, as well as the DVD! :)

~soulguard

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Update
Well, I couldn't get the edit done in time for FF.net, and I am only a page into the next level, so it looks like I'm already off schedule.
So here is the revised schedule for the next 3 levels...

Monday, October 1 :: Level 21
Friday, October 5 :: Level 22
Wednesday, October 10 :: Level 23 ~ Finale


This way I don't have to rush the story, and it will also help smooth out the next series of events. I assure you, it will be one HELL of a finale.
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for me its 30 pounds more and i have to wait till christmas





how do you make threads????????????????

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If you guys haven't seen it, this is great.

http://dsc.discovery.com/tv/last-one-standing/halo-sweeps/hal o-sweeps.html

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the helmets full size!

  • 09.27.2007 12:17 PM PDT

Phoenix is dead, long live Phoenix!
Is it?

How is combining the canon and your story going. The quickness of the canon might be an issue, and the timeline. But I believe you read the bungie people's mind really well.

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So far so good, i'm taking notes and repositioning ideas, but there is really no way I can "Factually" represent the true halo ending. But I promise to get it as close as I can.

I did come fairly close. And I feel good about that. The Major differences are obvious, but the "rogue" AI cortana was a good hit and I nailed it!! Also, the idea that Vadumee stayed behind to fight the flood? wow, didn't see that coming. But seeing that Vadumee isn't a major player in PoR means that I can fit him in without too much confusion, as well as the Arbiter. I think everyone will be pleased at where my story will end and you will understand it once the story picks up Monday-Tuesday. There will be major spoiler points to the Halo 3 storyline (even though the Chief and Arbiter aren't involved) so I have to caution all of you that have not beaten the game yet. But I'm sure that if you are reading this FanFic then you have most likely devoted the time to finishing the Halo saga.

Also, am I the only one that feels that Halo 3 had a lot ... correction... A HUGE amount of plot holes?


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Doesn't Halo Destroy Sentient life?? So how in the world did half of the Dawn survive with the Chief aboard?? This is merely one of my problems with the story in Halo 3. Halo 2 and Halo seemed to have them as well, but not nearly as rampant as this one. Plus I think the decision (story wise) to include the Hunters and Grunts on the side of the Covenant... was ... well..... FOOLISH. I'll stop...
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  • 09.29.2007 10:04 PM PDT

Phoenix is dead, long live Phoenix!
Is it?

~Spoiler Alert~

I don't think it activated, I think it blew itself apart before it reached the activation sequence.
Hunters and Grunts were a huge problem, Halo 2 - elites side, Halo 3 - brutes W...T...F...???
What is the planet he is floating towards?
Why did HC end up in the ark when it previously said that it was going to earth, if it went through the portal why didn't it leave some ships to attack earth?
What were the questions Cortana answered for Gravemind?
How did the brutes suddenly have new vehicles?

and ofcourse there are more...

  • 09.30.2007 2:56 PM PDT

I'm not so worried about the plot holes as I am about this story....it seems to have vanished, maybe it was wiped out in that awesome explosion...?

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is chapter up today?

  • 10.01.2007 5:23 PM PDT