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CHAPTER 1
100,000 BCE, Galaxy cluster 57, Quadrant 89, Factor 04
1,336 years before the incident at installation 04(Halo).
The long wait for the Forerunner's power was been slowly built. After the long battle with the Precursors... Nothing remanated from that corner of space. The precursors where dumb to provoke the Forerunners into war. What the Precursors didn't know, where the technological military advancement the Forerunners possed. So then, began the 100,000 year war that ultimatly led the Precursors to inmident destruction. The Forerunner's galaxy bombardments where the most feared weapon of all time, not by then, the Forerunners had the abillity to manipulate life as they pleased, accelerate a whole new generation if they wanted, but they needed only victory. That was then, the Forerunners created a new biological been that was not able for reasoning, but an edible for destruction.
Not untill then, the parasitic life-form began to absorb knowledge. It outsmarted the Forerunners. Escaped, and evolved by themselves to destroy their creators. This is when the Plan for an organic sentient AI failed.
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Having helped conduct every strategic place Mendicant Bias gave him, they where able to at least eliminate a battle group of Flood-infested battle ships. Sah'lem tried to think of how he would make it out alive. If HeadMaster Yaw'kinm knew he had talked to the AI about living an eternity, he was more dead than now. The problem was that to any given AI, even Bias, where able to develope Rampancy, that is when the stupid scientist at Trafalgar....He remember his Homeworld, started with the Organic sentient AIs.
"Flood-infested Echo ships inbound, awaiting orders Sah'lem", Bias announced dryly next to him,"I suggest using Neutron cannons for penetration to aft engine cores".
"Do it, we're almost finish" Sah'lem said,"and make shure you destroy them, we cannot delay much longer, our fleet is thin for this invasion the HeadMaster has made".
"Orders are orders, and I very much intend to follow them as you, but, we must finish the Flood on this Quadrant before departure, nothingless its-unacceptable" Bias replied and suddenly said again, but this time he said it very plainly,"Remember Im in Command, else, I can demote you".
"You have tendency of betrayal, and I know that very well".
He putted that last comment away and said,"Lets finish here and go home, for the honor and medals as well".
"Couldn't agree more" Bias said slowly with perfection they made it to be.
"Wait... Analizing... We may have to delay that, sorry, but there are about seven dozen more ships coming from Intradimention Yed-3. It appears that the HeadMaster got long bored over waiting and sent reinforcements. Oh, no, they are getting anbushed by more Floods, they appear to have made contast with a Flood-infested planet world, better to say it has a Grave Mind and the thing its sending all its efforts"Bias said plainly alarmed about the fact that there where more to come, she said over fleet-wide intercomm,"make ready for long-distance atomic blast into the Flood-infested planet blow, transmiting coordinates... Fire in seven seconds by my mark...". The ship bridge allegory of manual and automatic holo-glyphs shifted as Bias managed the divine machinery into firing at the planet infested with blood-thirsty Flood.
"On...Mark...3..2.1" and as the same time the countdown finished, about 11 dozen ships fired simultainously and white was the only color anybody could see for a few light years, as it burned the Flood-infested planet into atoms. Nothing remained as the powerfull weapons discharged. Forerunner weapons where substaintially tens of thousands more powerfull when combined.
>Flash Forward<
"What are you doing Mendicant", Sah'lem asked with a hint of curiosity in his tone.Oh no he figured out. The new and now-determined Monitor, boomingly said,"Your way of life is... is..." Mendicant Bias's lenz glowed red and discharged a powerfull ray into Sah'lem's head. Killing him instantly. The other crew looked in disbelief. How could the Monitor BETRAY him. Most of them raised the alarm. Some of them waited for their death to come with no avail. Then, a dizzy-looking rainbow formed around Bias and instantly dissapeared to Slipsace.
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"Do not let them take the bridge my brothers!" Jaral Roared as he unleashed a hail of plasma at one of his fallen warriors. These monstrosities had forced him to slay his own men. Infection forms poured in through the broken door.
The Elites burnt them to death with smoldering balls of fire. combat forms came next. He recognized the mutilated face of his First Lieutenant. Jaral had no room for mercy, every single one of them had to die.
Captain Zaxaramus turned to Jaral as he tore a Combat form's head from its body, "Admiral, we must evacuate!"
"They will not take The Hammer of Reckoning!"
"The Hammer is lost your honor! There is nothing we can do to save this ship, we must consider the lives of our men!"
The Admiral didn't like anyone telling him what to do. Zaxaramus was getting a bit too familiar. Jaral decided he was expendable. A strange spider like creature blocked the door. It lurched back, looking straight at Jaral.
The Elite grabbed Captain Zaxaramus, and pulled him back, using the alien as a shield. A hail of spikes ejected from its mouth, destroying the Zaxaramus's energy shields, punching through his red plating, and tearing flesh from bone.
Zaxaramus' boddy shook as spike after spike pierced his skin.
Jaral threw the corpse aside. He had known the Captain for almost all of his life, but in war, friendship was not a factor.
The bridge was overwhelmed. Jaral's soldiers took cover behind control terminals, and anything else they could find. Every time one of his men died, one more creature was added to the enemy's forces.
In little time, the Admiral was the last of the Elites on the bridge. He activated a plasma grenade, and threw it at the door. Green liquid spattered the walls. Jaral sprinted into the hall. He had to keep moving. Nowhere was safe.
Jaral heard the moans of Combat forms behind him. He was running as fast as he could, and was almost out of breath. The Elite turned, fired of a few shots into a combat form's head, and continued to run. He skidded around a corner, finding himself directly in front of a mutated engineer. It received a powerful punch to the stomach. Crushing the infection form within and sending the corpse straight into the wall.
Jaral was searching for something, something he would die for without a moment's hesitation. Jaral needed to get to the armory. There he would acquire more powerful weaponry. He was almost there when he came to a sudden halt. There in the hallway in front of him, was a being of pure evil. This was something he hoped would never happen to him. He was face to face with a Demon.
[Edited on 10.30.2009 10:04 PM PDT]