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Read about the Forgotten Spartan I Program
Butane: To protect the world from devastation!
sir_brilliant: To unite all people within our nation!
Rainman89: To denounce the evils of truth and love!
sir_brilliant: To extend out reach to the stars above!
SpaceGhostFlyer: Jessie!
Butane: James!
sir_brilliant: Team Rocket blasting off at the speed of light
Butane: Surrender now or prepare to fight
sir_brilliant: Meowth, that's right!

100 posts!!!!!!!!!!!!! it is a great milestone

i would like to thank everybody who posted, and the 10,000 charectar per psot limit.

anyway, chapter eight will be done tommorow

100 POSTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and five page's too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yes!!!!!!!!!!!!1111

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  • 09.24.2005 12:36 PM PDT
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we like to make you happy. Great story by the way. I look forward to every post.

  • 09.26.2005 7:21 PM PDT
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Read about the Forgotten Spartan I Program
Butane: To protect the world from devastation!
sir_brilliant: To unite all people within our nation!
Rainman89: To denounce the evils of truth and love!
sir_brilliant: To extend out reach to the stars above!
SpaceGhostFlyer: Jessie!
Butane: James!
sir_brilliant: Team Rocket blasting off at the speed of light
Butane: Surrender now or prepare to fight
sir_brilliant: Meowth, that's right!

EDITED

[Edited on 11/1/2005]

  • 09.27.2005 2:56 PM PDT

The epic tale that never ends

common loll just post the next chapter im so into the story right now lol

  • 09.29.2005 4:09 PM PDT
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yea dude. i could just post 3 more times and you would put the story up right?

  • 09.29.2005 4:16 PM PDT
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i hate the anti spam filter too now

  • 09.29.2005 4:17 PM PDT
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Read about the Forgotten Spartan I Program
Butane: To protect the world from devastation!
sir_brilliant: To unite all people within our nation!
Rainman89: To denounce the evils of truth and love!
sir_brilliant: To extend out reach to the stars above!
SpaceGhostFlyer: Jessie!
Butane: James!
sir_brilliant: Team Rocket blasting off at the speed of light
Butane: Surrender now or prepare to fight
sir_brilliant: Meowth, that's right!

alright, it's not everything, but here's what you get...

As they closed in on him Simmons turned around.
He quickly sized them up; there were two navy ensigns, and a marine private. The three men were all at least eight inches shorter than Simmons, and none weighed half as much as he did, but he knew they were looking for a fight. “Can I help you, gentleman?” Simmons asked, the ensigns cracked their knuckles and stared at him, but the private was unsure of himself, and involuntarily backed up a step.
“Yeah, freak, you can,” the ensign on the left said. Simmons didn’t want to aggravate the man, but would not stand for such a breach of rank.
“I am superior officer, not a freak,” Simmons told him. The ensign did not back down, but the private took another step backward. Simmons prepared for the fight he was now sure would come.
“Just shut up, freak,” the ensign said as he charged at Simmons. The private behind him turned and ran, “coward,” the ensign on the right said, as he too closed in.
“No,” Simmons said, now smiling, “smart.”
The first ensign attempted to grab Simmons around the waist, but he shrugged him off. The man was impressively strong, but still no match for Simmons augmented strength. The second ensign tried to land a punch. Simmons grabbed his wrist, and simply squeezed until he felt the bone crack, and the man fell to the floor. The ensign behind Simmons jumped on his back and attempted to choke him. Simmons grabbed the man’s knee. He pulled upward, and the man was sent flying to the ground, he landed on his back, and was slow to move. The second ensign had now gotten up, and was clutching his wrist. When he saw Simmons was still standing he prepared to punch again, this time with his left hand. Simmons sidestepped, and the man’s punch went astray. He had exposed his side to Simmons, who sent an uppercut into his ribcage. The man flew sideways into the bulkhead, then fell to the ground, and did not get up. Simmons strode away; he did not want to be involved when someone arrived at the scene.
Simmons walked to the Montgomery’s cryo section. He walked up to the engineer managing the sixty pods lined out on this deck. “Is it too late to have a pod?” Simmons asked. The man had the usual look on his face, as if he had stumbled upon a monster, but it went away faster than most others’. He quickly pulled up a registry of the pods and found an open one.
“If, you’ll follow me, sir,” he said, as he walked briskly to a row of small lockers, “You’re clothes,” he said as he opened one of the vacant lockers. Simmons stripped his clothing and placed them in the locker neatly. He closed the locker, and followed the engineer to an opened pod. Simmons hopped inside and the hatch closed.
He felt the gases flow into the pod and he slowly drifted to a deep sleep.

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Read about the Forgotten Spartan I Program
Butane: To protect the world from devastation!
sir_brilliant: To unite all people within our nation!
Rainman89: To denounce the evils of truth and love!
sir_brilliant: To extend out reach to the stars above!
SpaceGhostFlyer: Jessie!
Butane: James!
sir_brilliant: Team Rocket blasting off at the speed of light
Butane: Surrender now or prepare to fight
sir_brilliant: Meowth, that's right!

EDITED

[Edited on 11/1/2005]

  • 09.30.2005 4:02 AM PDT

The epic tale that never ends

loll awesome story buut uh its taking really long to write man... if anything thats why there not grateful

  • 09.30.2005 7:46 PM PDT
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This is great you can always count on my reading and loving every update. Keep it up!!!

  • 09.30.2005 8:50 PM PDT
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Read about the Forgotten Spartan I Program
Butane: To protect the world from devastation!
sir_brilliant: To unite all people within our nation!
Rainman89: To denounce the evils of truth and love!
sir_brilliant: To extend out reach to the stars above!
SpaceGhostFlyer: Jessie!
Butane: James!
sir_brilliant: Team Rocket blasting off at the speed of light
Butane: Surrender now or prepare to fight
sir_brilliant: Meowth, that's right!

i know i don't wrie a lot, but i ahve school and i dont get hoome til 5 becasue of football practice, and then i am exausted, but once i get past chapter ten it will be a lot of nonstop action agasinst the COvies, and i will write A LOT MORE as much as this stuff may be great to read it is a bit boring to write, i pormise to finsh the chapter and start nine by the end of today, early tommoow time

  • 10.01.2005 5:22 AM PDT

"I hope nothing, I fear nothing, I am free"
"A person needs a little madness, or else they never dare cut the rope and be free." - Nikos Kazantzakis
"The ink of the scholar is more holy than the blood of martyrs" - Hasan al-Basri
Black Chapter, for all religious and political debate that doesn't fit in the Flood.

Good fan fic, I was gonna flame you on the Spartan I thing... but hey, I haven't gone through the ilovebees stuff and as someone rightly pointed out, it's your fan fiction and it is fan fiction.

Keep up the good work dude.

  • 10.01.2005 9:34 AM PDT
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Read about the Forgotten Spartan I Program
Butane: To protect the world from devastation!
sir_brilliant: To unite all people within our nation!
Rainman89: To denounce the evils of truth and love!
sir_brilliant: To extend out reach to the stars above!
SpaceGhostFlyer: Jessie!
Butane: James!
sir_brilliant: Team Rocket blasting off at the speed of light
Butane: Surrender now or prepare to fight
sir_brilliant: Meowth, that's right!

thanks for not flaming

  • 10.01.2005 12:57 PM PDT
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Posted by: nilator
edited due to my own stupidity

doh!


It's "D'oh"

  • 10.01.2005 1:35 PM PDT
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Read about the Forgotten Spartan I Program
Butane: To protect the world from devastation!
sir_brilliant: To unite all people within our nation!
Rainman89: To denounce the evils of truth and love!
sir_brilliant: To extend out reach to the stars above!
SpaceGhostFlyer: Jessie!
Butane: James!
sir_brilliant: Team Rocket blasting off at the speed of light
Butane: Surrender now or prepare to fight
sir_brilliant: Meowth, that's right!

you're right it is

  • 10.01.2005 1:37 PM PDT
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Posted by: Primum Agmen
Good fan fic, I was gonna flame you on the Spartan I thing... but hey, I haven't gone through the ilovebees stuff.


Errrmmm...I dont think you need to go through the ilovebees stuff in order to find anything about the spartan I's, i was there the whole time. wow....now that it think about it,....what a waste of my time...

  • 10.01.2005 9:01 PM PDT
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Posted by: Rainman89
you guys aren't very grateful...


wtf?

the only posts besides the ones you make are grateful ones?, and theres plenty of them as far as I've read. This might be the only ungrateful post. Why are you doin this? to get hundreds of posts and accolades from everyone? Clearly you know how to write a good fan fic and you enjoy halo and this is your way of expressing that but to come up with this statement is kind of assinine.

  • 10.01.2005 9:06 PM PDT
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He is a very good writer I hope to see more. =D

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I asked myself the very same question after Halo CE came out and also made a story involving a failed team with different powers. It sucked so I never posted it and I feel the same about this, but good writing is a plus to anything.

  • 10.01.2005 10:04 PM PDT
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Read about the Forgotten Spartan I Program
Butane: To protect the world from devastation!
sir_brilliant: To unite all people within our nation!
Rainman89: To denounce the evils of truth and love!
sir_brilliant: To extend out reach to the stars above!
SpaceGhostFlyer: Jessie!
Butane: James!
sir_brilliant: Team Rocket blasting off at the speed of light
Butane: Surrender now or prepare to fight
sir_brilliant: Meowth, that's right!

Posted by: PieFresh_
Posted by: Rainman89
you guys aren't very grateful...


wtf?

the only posts besides the ones you make are grateful ones?, and theres plenty of them as far as I've read. This might be the only ungrateful post. Why are you doin this? to get hundreds of posts and accolades from everyone? Clearly you know how to write a good fan fic and you enjoy halo and this is your way of expressing that but to come up with this statement is kind of assinine.


it was meant as a joke, i realesed the chapter and jokingly said that because i am impatient and no one replied, i love all my fans *gives them bear hugs* see?

[Edited on 11/1/2005]

  • 10.02.2005 4:40 AM PDT
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Read about the Forgotten Spartan I Program
Butane: To protect the world from devastation!
sir_brilliant: To unite all people within our nation!
Rainman89: To denounce the evils of truth and love!
sir_brilliant: To extend out reach to the stars above!
SpaceGhostFlyer: Jessie!
Butane: James!
sir_brilliant: Team Rocket blasting off at the speed of light
Butane: Surrender now or prepare to fight
sir_brilliant: Meowth, that's right!

another reminder to join the official fanfic group(link in my first post in this thread)

but more importantly here is chapter eight, completed...

Chapter Eight

0700 Hours, January 27, 2525 (Military Calendar) /
Richter System, Richter VII, Camp Ulysses,
Officer’s Barracks

Simmons woke up on the day they were to depart for Reach and started packing. He dressed in his fatigues and holstered his M6C. Once his Duffel was full of all his possessions he headed for his warthog. He clipped the duffel onto the back, and hopped in the driver’s seat.
He drove to the depot and handed it over. He walked the half a mile to the airfield where the pelicans were being prepped for take off. O’Donnell and Dominique were talking to the pilot of one of the pelicans. Simmons walked up to them, and without saying a word to either Dominique or O’Donnell, he turned to the pilot and said, “Let’s go.” The pilot obeyed and walked into the cockpit, as the mechanics rushed off the airfield. The doors to the pelicans closed, and their engines roared to life. Simmons attached his bag to the floor of the pelican and strapped himself into a crash seat as the drop ship took off.
Simmons looked around; Dominique and O’Donnell were sitting next to each other, quietly discussing something. With Simmons’ advanced hearing abilities, he could have paid attention, and hear every word, but he did not care to. There were also five other men from Simmons’ platoon. They were all quiet, some of them seemed frightened of Simmons, and no one was sitting within a seat of him. He felt the pelican accelerate as it cleared Richter VII’s atmosphere, and the ride became smoother. Simmons patiently waited as the pelican slowly approached the oncoming Montgomery, the ship was outfitted with over one hundred ODSTs, and Simmons was hoping to blend in, but that would mean he would have to stay away from the gym. Simmons rarely worked out anymore, Halsey had said it wasn’t necessary after the augmentation, but it felt strange nonetheless.
Simmons could feel the drop ship decelerate as it entered the Montgomery’s hangar bay, and gravity was restored. Once the pelican landed the marines started to pile out. Simmons waited for everyone to leave, and once the pilot had exited the cockpit he slowly exited the back hatch and walked to the corridor that would take him to his quarters.
He could hear whispers coming from the assorted pilots and mechanics in the crowded hangar, and most were directed at him. He ignored the looks and whispers, and quietly weaved his way through Pelicans and Longswords as well as one small ONI corvette. He wondered who the ONI officials aboard the Montgomery were, and if they knew about him.
Simmons arrived at the corridor and left the whispers and glances behind him. He walked down the corridor, which was luckily deserted. Simmons felt good to be alone. He was not always like this, but now he succumbed to the wish to be alone, to just think. And remember. There were only two things that made him comfortable now; being alone, or being in combat.
As he reached the end of the empty corridor he entered his quarters. He had requested to be as far from the main crew quarters as possible. He was finally completely alone. He dropped his duffel unceremoniously on the floor and sat on his bed. He thought about Reach, and the new Spartans, and Dr. Halsey. After five hours of sitting and thinking Simmons could feel his stomach churn from hunger, and prepared to leave for the Montgomery’s mess hall.
As he exited his room for the ship’s elevator his thoughts were suddenly thrown to his parents. He did not know why he was reminded of them, but sure enough he could not stop from thinking of them. His parents had been horrible people. His father abused him; that was why he started to work out. His mother insulted him often, so he began to study as well. He realized now, that though his parents, if they were still alive, were horrible role models, they had shaped him into the exemplary Marine he was. He had become fit so he could defend himself, and he studied to prove his mother wrong.
The horrible household had driven his brother to leave for the UNSC, just as it done to Simmons. His drive to be the best had led him to join the Spartan I program. He knew now that his parents were the reason for everything, good or bad, that happened in his life. He no longer blamed them, but accepted their role in shaping his life.
Simmons reached the elevator and stopped thinking about his childhood. As gravity fluctuated between the spinning decks of the Montgomery as it ascended Simmons simply stood there, the other passengers made quick glances at him, but that was normal to Simmons now, and did not bother him.
As Simmons entered the crowded mess hall, he could sense the feeling of awe that passed over the crew and Marines stationed on the Montgomery. Simmons had recently been measured at six foot ten inches, and he weighed in at three hundred pounds. He lowered his head as he entered and walked for the buffet line.
The ship was outfitted with a prototype portable hydroponics center, and there were ample, lush vegetables and fruits laid out. Simmons grabbed a tray and slowly advanced down the line. He noticed he was grabbing twice as much as the men in front of him, and started to pick less. Once he was through the line he scanned the mess hall. He looked for any members of his platoon, the only men who understood him, but he saw none of them. It reminded him of his days in the academy. Simmons had known what it was like to be alone well before his augmentation. As a child he was felt forced to be alone, and would not venture out into the world. At the academy that changed, he met Amacus, and finally had what he could call a friend. Now that Amacus was dead, Simmons had no one. He knew that wasn’t true, he had O’Donnell, and Dominique, but still he felt alone as he sat at an empty table and began to eat his plentiful meal. He could practically feel the burning glances cast by those around him. He simply sat and ate.
As he finished his meal he got up to leave the mess hall. Through his peripheral vision he could see three men get up as he did, and the followed him into the empty corridor. As they closed in on him Simmons turned around.
He quickly sized them up; there were two navy ensigns, and a marine private. The three men were all at least eight inches shorter than Simmons, and none weighed half as much as he did, but he knew they were looking for a fight. “Can I help you, gentleman?” Simmons asked, the ensigns cracked their knuckles and stared at him, but the private was unsure of himself, and involuntarily backed up a step.
“Yeah, freak, you can,” the ensign on the left said. Simmons didn’t want to aggravate the man, but would not stand for such a breach of rank.
“I am superior officer, not a freak,” Simmons told him. The ensign did not back down, but the private took another step backward. Simmons prepared for the fight he was now sure would come.
“Just shut up, freak,” the ensign said as he charged at Simmons. The private behind him turned and ran, “coward,” the ensign on the right said, as he too closed in.
“No,” Simmons said, now smiling, “smart.”
The first ensign attempted to grab Simmons around the waist, but he shrugged him off. The man was impressively strong, but still no match for Simmons augmented strength. The second ensign tried to land a punch. Simmons grabbed his wrist, and simply squeezed until he felt the bone crack, and the man fell to the floor. The ensign behind Simmons jumped on his back and attempted to choke him. Simmons grabbed the man’s knee. He pulled upward, and the man was sent flying to the ground, he landed on his back, and was slow to move. The second ensign had now gotten up, and was clutching his wrist. When he saw Simmons was still standing he prepared to punch again, this time with his left hand. Simmons sidestepped, and the man’s punch went astray. He had exposed his side to Simmons, who sent an uppercut into his ribcage. The man flew sideways into the bulkhead, then fell to the ground, and did not get up. Simmons strode away; he did not want to be involved when someone arrived at the scene.
Simmons walked to the Montgomery’s cryo section. He walked up to the engineer managing the sixty pods lined out on this deck. “Is it too late to have a pod?” Simmons asked. The man had the usual look on his face, as if he had stumbled upon a monster, but it went away faster than most others’. He quickly pulled up a registry of the pods and found an open one.
“If, you’ll follow me, sir,” he said, as he walked briskly to a row of small lockers, “You’re clothes,” he said as he opened one of the vacant lockers. Simmons stripped his clothing and placed them in the locker neatly. He closed the locker, and followed the engineer to an opened pod. Simmons hopped inside and the hatch closed.
He felt the gases flow into the pod and he slowly drifted to a deep sleep.









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SpaceGhostFlyer: Jessie!
Butane: James!
sir_brilliant: Team Rocket blasting off at the speed of light
Butane: Surrender now or prepare to fight
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0900 Hours, February 3, 2525/(Military Calendar)
Aboard UNSC Montgomery In orbit around planet Reach.


Simmons found himself abruptly awake after his weeklong stay in cryo-sleep. As he exited the pod he started choking on the “nutritious” fluids that were stuck in his throat, Simmons doubted something that was good for you could taste so vile, but he had drilled in cryo-sleep in OCS and did as he had been instructed. Once he had assured himself he could walk he casually strode over to the locker containing his fatigues, which he quickly slipped on and walked out of Cryo.
The Ship was aflutter with talk of Simmons fight, but no one knew who had done such things to the two ensigns, who were refusing to talk. Simmons enjoyed not being the center of attention, but he was as clueless as any as to why the men attacked a superior officer, but he sent the memory of the fight to the depths of his memory and grabbed his equipment from his quarters, and prepared to go to the planet.
Simmons met up with his platoon in the hangar bay, and waited for the drop ships’ final preparations to finish. There were ten Pelicans going to the surface, only five would be carrying Simmons men, he wondered aloud who the other pelicans were carrying.
“No idea, Sir,” said Private Sebastian Fiurah, the platoon’s new medic, who had met up with them on the Montgomery, he was a tall, spindly man, and his legs looked like toothpicks compared to Simmons massive calves. Nonetheless, Fiurah would be a valuable asset, Simmons would no longer be required to tend to the wounded, and could focus on commanding his troops.
As the mechanics stepped away from their respective drop ships the crew chiefs started to wave in their passengers. Simmons boarded the first Pelican. It was specially fit with two extra anvil missile pods, and had an extra inch or two of titanium-A armor. The extra armor made the passenger compartment cramped, and there was only one row of crash seats. Simmons, Fiurah, and O’Donnell attached their duffels to the floor hooks and strapped themselves into the crash seats, as two more marines walked in. They were not from Simmons platoon, but they wore the HellJumper colors, and they had the customary tattoos that Simmons had yet to receive. They quietly sat down, but did not fasten themselves in, careless, Simmons thought.
As the back hatch started to close the Crew Chief entered, and took the seat nearest the cockpit, and shouted “All Clear, GO! GO!” to the pilot, who gunned his engines, and turned to exit the Ships hangar.
Simmons felt a jolt as the pelican jumped from the spinning section of the Montgomery into the deep space around Reach. Through a small viewscreen he could see the Montgomery get smaller and smaller, as the small fleet of Pelicans slowly drifted towards the surface.
Once clear inside Reach’s atmosphere the ride was uneventful, and the pilot brought his ship down onto the large landing pad in near-synchronous time with the other Dropships. Once the Crew Chief gave them the all clear the Marine’s pilled out of the Pelican, and walked to the edge of the airfield. Simmons spotted a single warthog, and its driver’s seat was already occupied.
He walked up to it and approached the corporal inside. “Who is this for?” he asked, looking back to see any officers who might have gotten off the other five pelicans, but there were none.
“You, Sir,” he said to Simmons, “I was sent by Doctor Halsey.”
Simmons tersely nodded and strode to the back. He attached his duffel to the base of the M41 LAAG, and strode to the passenger side. As he got in he could see the rest of his Platoon slowly walking to their barracks, four miles away. He wondered why Halsey had sent the warthog, but was told why when the driver turned the opposite way, and drove towards the all-to-familiar Medical Facility. He was going to see Dr. Halsey.


As the vehicle came to a grinding stop on the loose gravel Simmons could see the massive Medical complex. There were at least six stories to the main building, and was nearly as wide as Reach’s airfield. Simmons left his duffel in the back and strode for the complex “Take that to my barracks,” he said, indicating his bag. The Corporal nodded and spun the warthog on a dime and sent up a cloud of dust as he drove away.
Simmons gave his identification at the front desk and was sent to doctor Halsey’s office. When he arrived it was empty, and he took in a small padded chair across from her desk. Her walls were decorated with pictures of small children, Simmons counted at least seventy before he was interrupted by Halsey’s entrance.
“This way,” She said curtly, and left the room. Simmons followed her as she half ran out of the building, and turned a corner to a small parade ground.
“Hello, Doctor,” Simmons said quietly.
“Hello,” she replied, for some reason she did not want to talk and she kept her distance from Simmons.
Once they reached the edge of the Parade grounds Simmons could see what he believed to be a company of marines, that was, until he saw their faces. They were children, no more than fifteen. They preformed the drills with near-blinding quickness, and every move was perfect.
“Who are they?” he asked, “JROTC?”
“No,” she replied, “Your successors,”

  • 10.02.2005 5:06 AM PDT

"I hope nothing, I fear nothing, I am free"
"A person needs a little madness, or else they never dare cut the rope and be free." - Nikos Kazantzakis
"The ink of the scholar is more holy than the blood of martyrs" - Hasan al-Basri
Black Chapter, for all religious and political debate that doesn't fit in the Flood.

Cool chapter, try to get the parts of the chapters out together, makes it easier to remember what we've already read, other than that, it's cool.

Keep it up.

  • 10.02.2005 6:33 AM PDT
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sir_brilliant: To unite all people within our nation!
Rainman89: To denounce the evils of truth and love!
sir_brilliant: To extend out reach to the stars above!
SpaceGhostFlyer: Jessie!
Butane: James!
sir_brilliant: Team Rocket blasting off at the speed of light
Butane: Surrender now or prepare to fight
sir_brilliant: Meowth, that's right!

if you join the fanfiction group, it is all in one interrupted post there, uit is a much easier read

  • 10.02.2005 6:57 AM PDT
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Read about the Forgotten Spartan I Program
Butane: To protect the world from devastation!
sir_brilliant: To unite all people within our nation!
Rainman89: To denounce the evils of truth and love!
sir_brilliant: To extend out reach to the stars above!
SpaceGhostFlyer: Jessie!
Butane: James!
sir_brilliant: Team Rocket blasting off at the speed of light
Butane: Surrender now or prepare to fight
sir_brilliant: Meowth, that's right!

Just thought i'd let you know, i spent sunday outlining the rest of the book, so i should be able to write faster now

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