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2552 Hours,October 12, 2552, (Military Calendar)/Sol System, Planet Earth, Slipspace Vector 23B on board Forerunner ship.

Cutting the transmission to Admiral Hood John sat down on the ground and put his back against the wall. Around him was the silver-like walls all dull from the alck of light. Knowing that this might be the last time he would get to sleep he attempted to close his eyes. He remembered what Mendoza once said, "Go to sleep once you're dead, but if you can't lift your gun properly or take aim with it, you might as well be dead." The chief smiled at the memories of his training along with the other Spartan's. He closed his eyes and felt a sudden wave of relaxation go through him, then he was asleep with his motion sensors on proximity alert.

*

Cortana toyed with the idea of going along with Grave mind but couldn't. She cycled through her data, the equivilant of a Human Sigh as Grave mind babbled on. Everything had been chaotic in the last few hours. She stayed on the ring while John had gone on without her. Commander Keyes and Sergeant Johnson's locations were unkown. And the flood form, Gravemind; was trying to find out where Earth was. "Thousands of years have passed since my children had last had a joyous day. Where do you come from construct?" The Grave mind attempted to get the location of Earth out of Cortana once again. Deciding that if she simply just listened there'd be no positive out come for her.

Quickly setting up a program to root our any information that she might leak out about Earth or Humans that in any way would help the Grave Mind. "You're the one that they call 'Gravemind' let's play a little game, i'll answer your question and then you answer mine. How about it?" The massive blob simply nodded. "I'll go first, now tell me; why were you created?"

*

Sergeant Johnson took a puff out of his Cigar and blew it through his tlips and watched it go swirling into the night sky of Halo. Looking down he saw the Arbitor coming towards him; [i[so he decided to show up finally?[/i].The tall Elite came up to him in its unique armor followed by the Elite who Johnson had given the nick name of Half-Jaw because both of his left mandible weren't quite complete. Sergeant stood up and brushed off the dirt on his pants from sitting on the ground. "Welcome back Arbitor. What's the news of the Covenant Cruiser?" Both of the Elites' faces strayed from confidence to a normally unseen face. A face of doubt and fear.

The Arbitor lost the expression and spoke back, "We've managed to capture the ship, but it seems to be Flood infected. If we're to leave Halo in this ship we must make sure there's no more Flood left on it. For i fear the worst if the Flood leaves Halo." Half-Jaw looked away as if he'd failed in something very important.

Forcing a smile Johnson shot back a reply, "If there's flood there, let's go hunting." Johnson picked up his Covenant plasma Sniper rifle. The Arbitor looked at Johnson with a bit of confusion in his expression but quickly nodded; turned around and cunsulted with Half-Jaw, his current second in command.

*

John woke up to the sound of his motion sensor's alarms. There was a group of red dots approaching his location. From the sound of flapping wings that was coming from the hall way it seemed like they were Engineers. Taking no chances he silently got up bringing his Battle Rifle to an aiming position and headed for the Corner of the Hall way.

He finally reached the corner, he didn't want to lose his element of suprise but saw no other way. Counting slowly to three he jumped out into the open aiming his Batle rifle at a Brute and several Engineers. The Brute snarled in suprise while the Engineers dispersed leaving a pathway between John and the Brute. Wasting no time he fired a burst at the Brute.

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The bullets hit the Brute's silver colored helmet and forced to go flying off. The third shot of the burst hit the Brute's left eye destroying it completely. The blood poured out of it freeley and soaked parts of the Brutes fur. The Brute roared in rage and agony. Going onto all fours and dropping its Brutes shot, it started to charge John from fifty feet away. John fired two burst at the Brute, first burst hit the brute in the front legs and then the second burst hit the brute in the head. None had any effect. The Brute was closing in now. Wasting no time he quickly went back behind the corner that he'd rounded earlier and gained "Invisibility" to the Brute. Taking out his last Plasma grenade from Halo he put it down behind the corner and then activated it. Turning around he started to run away, he slowly started counting to three.

1 The Brutes claws were scratching on the floor as un-doubtibly the Brute was trying to turn the corner. 2 The Brute was now around the corner and trying to make the turn before slamming into the wall. But it failed and the wall shuddered against the enourmas weight of the Brute. It started its run up again but kept slipping. 3. The Brute noticed the grenade and look dumb founded as if he was a child. Turning around on three John saw the Brute Blow up its rour drowned out by the bang of the Grenade. The hallway lit up magificent white and then it dissapeared as fast as it had came. The hall way turned deathly silent with the exception of the burning fur of the Brute. John quicky checked the ammo counter on his Battle rifle and then took a step forward going back to the corner. so it had begun.

*

"The Fore Runners made made me and my six brothers as weapons of mass destruction. That was their own mistake for they had made a weapon that they could not even dream of controlling. We soon over took the first installation and created our children and moved from installation to installation. That is all that i need to say, now it is your turn, where does the man of shinning armor come from?"

Cortana's program quickly blocked her from saying "Earth" and she simply said, "A place far, too far away for the likes of you to get to." The massive blob's skin rippled in rage and then quickly dissapeared. "Now that i've answered your question, it is my turn; why couldn't the Forerunners stop you without killing themselves?"
*

Sergeant Johnson Jumped out of the Phantom and landed on the ground. In front of him stood eight Elites guarding the Gravity Lift, Fifteen Elites jumped out of the two Phantoms as well as four Hunters, and Thirty grunts. The Arbiter came up to Sergeant Johnson with his Chest puffed out and followed by Half Jaw. Taking one last puff out of his Cigar he dropped it to the ground and smashed it with his boot. "So now we're ready to get out of this hell hole, and the only thing that's in our way from getting out ar hell hounds. I say let's go kick some hound ass!"

The Arbiter was disgusted with the Humans Vulgerity but agreed with him. "Let's get moving! Your women and Children are waiting for you, so what are you waiting for?" Every Elite Roared and quickly made their way towards the Gravity Lift. The Guards seeing what was going on simply waited fo everyone to step onto the purple humming Gravity lift until they followed their example.

*

Admiral Hood collapsed into the Captain's seat and hunched over. He was tired, he'd been awake and working for nearly three days. He hadn't had a bit of rest since Miranda Keyes and the Master Chief left the system in the Amber Clad. Knowing he couldn't show a bad example to the crew on board the bridge of the Cairo Station he sat up straighter and surveyed the battle Carnage for the hundreth time. The situation was bad, only a few ships remained and now the Chief Shows up on board a ship that who knows came from where and says not to fire at it.


This was definitely a bad day for the UNSC. The cities on Earth were in a frenzy, many civilians were panicking and in a rage for the UNSC lying to them. There were riots in nearly every City. The UNSC even started drafting people normally too young for service to help ground side with controlling the cities. The worst cities were in the U.S.A. ever since they'd been conquered over by China more then Four hundred years ago the country went into a terrible Slum Country. But the U.S. wasn’t the only country in bad shape, all the countries in Africa were virtually annihilated. Quite literally the Covenant now controlled Earth. For the first time ever; Humans didn’t control Earth. Seeing though that the Chief probably had a plan for taking out the Covenant or what ever it was space ship, the Admiral felt nothing but obligation to listen to the Master Chief for all the times he's helped out.


John slapped in his last clip into his battle rifle and surveyed the carnage around him. There were many dead bodies of Jackals, Drones, and Brutes. Mostly Drones, the damn ba.stards came out from above and had him pinned down at a corner for a long time. Quickly John scavenge five plasma grenades, two plasma rifle, and one plasma pistol and a Jackal Shield. Finding a corner on his worn out armor he managed to attach the activated Jackal shield to his back for added protection. He took one last glance at the magnificent surroundings of the enourmas room. There was a two hundred foot ceiling with a waterfall which had stunned John the most when he'd entered and a quite a bit of trees. There was a narrow stone path leading through this artificial "Jungle" John couldn't really believe that the Forerunners would spend so much time to nature inside a space ship.

He regretted the fact that there were bodies scattered on green bushes and blood sprayedon the stone path and on the "grass". He'd found out that if the grass became too wet from blood or water it'd turn razor sharp. He found this out when a Jackal walked over it and its feet got cut up. No problem for him of course because of his armor. Turning around from the magnificent water fall he headed down the path heading to what ever obstacle was next.



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Walking up to the Silver door he waited for a second and then it opened revealing a "smiling" Brute if possible. He snarled with his expressions in a mixed array. The Brute breath was quick and deep, it was obviously excited. It prepared to bash the butt of the Brute Shot on John. John quickly aimed his battle rifle at the Brutes hands that were holding the Brute Shot and Fired, Scarlet Red blood sprayed out and the Brute roared in complete rage and frusteration it dropped its weapon to the ground putting its left hand over its right hands puncture wounds. It roared its battle cry and slammed forward straight into John.

*

Cortana listened with all ears to Grave Mind. "The Forerunners were fools," the beings tenticle's moved slightly but Cortana didn't take any notice of it, "they made us the ultimate beings, the only way to halt our rapid counquering of lands is to make us go dormant for we do not need food to survive. Without food we go dormant for how ever long it takes for the likes of Humans or 'Sangheli to show up to be our combat forms." the grave mind shifted his whole position making the room shudder. "Seeing that there was no way too kill us because we do not have the stabilized DNA that all other living cells do; that's the reason the Halos do not affectt us. That is why they killed themselves, we were of too many." Cortana's "vision" started to cloud. She quickly checked all of her programs and saw nothing wrong, it was then that she noticed that the Gravemind has used one of his tenticles to tap into the ship's database, he was trying to take control of her; she tried to resist but it was pointless. "It's over, Cortana, i have full control over you, now we will play a game of I will ask and you will Answer."

Cortana's "Mind' was clouded and saw no wrong in answering the Gravemind's quiestions. "Alright... Shoot." The grave mind "smiled" and began his questioning of the Smartest AI ever that had been programmed in order to not betray Humans.

*

Johnson pulled out the Energy sword from a flood form, his military jacket's sleeve was covered in disgusting green blood. He almost felt the insides of his stomach turn out as the smell hit his nose for the hundreth time. They finally had reached the control room of the Cruiser. Johnson was amazed at how good of a tactician the Arbiter was. The Elite was able to over come the odds of 1 to 1000 with his Elites. They'd only lost a few and were now sweeping for any remaining flood. Johnson was taking part in the sweep as well and the lying dead in all its glory flood form in front of him was what'd he'd found so far. Miranda Keyes and the remaining few were now being flown by phantoms to the Cruiser. After they'd taken off from the Halo they'd travel to the home world of the grunts, Hunters, and the Elites for reinforcements and to clarify the betrayel and cruelty of the Prophets. Johnson de-activated his sword and stepped around the corner to be face to face with a flood form. Swearing he tried pulling out his sword but it was too late the Flood form wipped its tenticles at the Sergeant and made him fly into the wall. All of his breath was knocked out of him. He saw blood pouring out of ripped markings over his chest. He looked up to see the form advancing to him.


Commander Miranda Keyes walked slowly around the corner of a purple wall to see Johnson. Towering above Johnson was a disgusting blob, a flood form. Its tentacles were covered in the Sergeant's blood and they were twitching from what seemed to be anxiety. Blood poured freely out of Johnson's chest wound, he seemed uncouncious. Miranda hesitated for half a second before pulling out her M6C magnum, put the beast in between the walls of the aimer, and sqeezed the trigger.

The pistol recoiled from the shot and let out a Bang!. The Flood form turned to see its attacker with a bullet sticking inside the body of the flood form. Five more shots went off and that got the Beast started, ignoring the bullets as if it was Super Man it ran through the maroon hallway towards Miranda. She fired six more shots quickly then the first. The flood form only stopped for a second from the shots and continued on. She turned to run but knew that it was useless it was too fast. Trying to reload while running back wards she heard a crack and then a hum.

She wondered what it was when suddenly there was an Elite Zealot charging the flood form with a sword. The two met in a head on collision and then went past each other. The Elite stood in a "cool-guy-who-won" pose with his sword high in the air from his lunge. He de-activated it as the Form stood still and then eventually slid into two letting out a gastly smell of burnt flesh. The Elite looked down at Johnson and almost smiled, the Elite obvoiusly didn't like Humans as much as the Arbitor did. It took a step away and then continued at a steady pace to where ever his destination was.

Miranda slid the new clip into place in the M6C magnum, she heard a satisfying click and put it away. She walked towards the bleeding Johnson, she needed to take care of his bleeding before seeking further help. She quickly looked through the sack she was carrying around and found some Bio-foam in a canister even though it was nearly empty. She put what ever was left onto the three cut wounds on the Sergeants Chest and then rubbed the foam in. Putting the now empty canister in her sack she stood up and went off seeking help with carrying the Sergeants body and for more medica attention if possible.

*

John's breath was forced out from the impact of the Brute. His vision faded with the picture of a bleeding Brute and returned with him falling down facing the ceiling. He'd been thrown twenty meters by the impact of the Brute. A man that weighed 1.5 tons to be thrown that far was amazing. The Brute saw John fall down on the ground and charged at him again. This time aiming to anhilate John. Lying on the ground John was reminded of the times that he wrestled with the other Spartans and how Mendeza would always make them wrestle on Reach. It seemed to make Mendoza happy watching the children wrestle.

Flashing back into reality John propped himself up onto his feet to see a Brute charging him. "Ah F*uck, he quickly side stepped to the left activating a plasma grenade that he'd picked p from a dead Brute Earlier. He planted it on the foot of the Brute, the deadly time bomb Started to glow magnesium white on the Brute's foot. Except this Brute seemed to be intent on killing John. Instead of giving up it managed to curve around skidding and move withing seven feet of John. Then the grenade's timer finally came to "0" and it glowed brilliant white and blew up sending a heat of wave up John's back.

The once-Brute body landed twenty feet away with its left leg missing and on fire. Walking over to the door John looked down and saw the Battle rifle lying on the ground next to the Brute Shot. Since he didn't have much more ammo he decided to grab the Brute Shot as well as the Battle Rifle. Slinging the Battle Rifle he walked through the silver gleaming doors with a Brute Shot in his hands.

*
Cortana's human protection program activated at the moment of Cortana about to give away the location of Earth to the ever so hungry Grave mind. Rage went through the Grave mind as yet another one of his questions was denied by a program. He continued to ask questions about the Humans while attempting to destroy the program.

Little did he know though was that Cortana had some reasonable control over her functions. He controlled her "Mortorary" skills if one could actually say that about a AI. She controlled most of her thoughts. The problem that it was her thinking, it was Gravemind searching through her databases like a reader going through a library. Seeing no way to directly escape Gravemind she set to figuring a way out to replace herself and to get off this Halo.

*

Austin Ryan was a volunteer on Earth's surface in order to keep order. He had been on shift for nearlly a week now non-stop. He'd been fighting some Covenant but it was mostly the Civilians. They'd been rioting ever they'd found out that they Covenant were winning the war instead of loosing it. There'd been fifteen major riots in the past one week in New York alone. Other countries were having the same problems. He was on duty at the current time at New York. He was holstering his SMG when suddenly there was an explsion in the air and then he saw a peciluar looking silver spaship flying across the Sky on fire from the descent through the atmosphere.


0100 Hours,October 13, 2552, (Military Calendar)/Sol System, Planet Earth, Entering planet Earth's Atmosphere in rapid descent, on board Forerunner ship.

John was walking through the silver hallways of the Forerunner ship when there was a rumble throughout the ship and its ground shook and walls quivered. John picked up the pace and looked for a secure location for both cover and safety of the descent. Walking around a corner he ran into a supprised Jackal. He quickly caved in its scull with his fist and took its plasma pistol and hid his de-activated energy shield in a "pocket" for he already had a different shield on his back. Then he saw something that even scared him, he had rounded the corner to come facing fifteen Brutes all staring at him in a hungry manner.

Backing up he felt a strong blow on his back and then collapsed forwards on his knees. He looked behind him and saw Brutes behind the protection of Jackal's. He was surrounded. For the first time in his millitary carreer he felt discouraged about a battle. He saw no way to survive such a clash. He knew his king was in Mate and there was no way to save him before it turned into CheckMate. He raised his Brute shot for his final stand but before he could do anything he suddenly thrown to the ground by a "net".

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HATE to say it but your grammer needs some work!

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The net that had been thrown on him seemed to be made out of energy and seemed to weigh more then five scorpian tanks. A shadow came over his face, and then a floating blob. It was the prophet of Truth, hovering slowly above John's head the creature "smiled". "So this is the Demon? The one that slayed thousands of our Bretheren? See how mighty the Fore runners are? In one simple move we have caught this so-called invincible Demon" Every subject of the Prophet roared in approval. John didn't see his life going much further.

Commander Miranda heaved Sergeant Johnson on to a chair which had been obviously designed for an Elite's back bone and not a Human's giving the Sergeant an uncomfortable time; he didn't complain though. He simply sat there waiting for her to go get something/someone to help with his wounds. Putting her black hair to the side she started running to where she'd seen the Arbitor last.

As she ran down the purple colored hall ways she noticed how all the Elites seeme to glare at her with hatred. Unfortunatly the other Elites, (excluding the Arbitor) hated the humans so much even after there was supposubly peace amongst them.
Miranda stepped up to a closed purple door and waited one second before it opened. The door whooshed aside and let Miranda pass through. She looked to see the Control room a complete buzz of activity. The arbitor stood in the front with his hands behind his back giving orders to crew members. She felt awed by the creatures authority and courage, the most amazing thing about the Arbitor was that he was not arrogent for a being in a position of power. Taking time to flatten her shirt and pants out. Only a few crinkles remained, thinking that it was good enough she took a step forward towards the Arbitor.

The Arbitor was thinking about how he'd ever manage to over thrown the Covenant; reminding himself that wondering at the present moment would do nothing he glanced about to see Commander Miranda Keyes standing next to him. He towered over her by two feet and forced her to look up to him; as ironic as it may of seemed. "What can i do for you, human?"

Miranda took the name "human" to offense and wished to bring it up. "I need someone who can give medical attention to Sergeant Johnson. And please, do not call me 'Human', my name is Miranda." She saw the usually never wavering Elites slightly waver at the complaint. He quickly stopped "wavering" and seemed to think it over.

"Very well, i shall not call you 'Human' but i wish to see the Respect to my fellow 'Sanghelli. You call me Arbitor, and you shall stop calling them 'Elites' and simply call them by their true name of 'Sanghelli." The Arbitor saw the Commander nod and was satisfied. "As for your friend... Sergeant Johnson i believe? He shall be treated to immediatly as best as we can. But unfortunatly it will not be well for we do not have many medical supplies and two he is the first human to be treated by us as a patient."

*

Cortana "strained" to be able to activate her Duplication program that she'd gotten from the Covenant AI on board The Truth and Reconciliation. The problem was that the Gravemind was somehow pinning her virtual "body" down like a wrestler would do to his opponent. The other thing was, a wrestler can throw another wrestler off, but for her it was like fighting a ghost or spirit for the Grave Mind was not a registered being, AND was biological meaning that nothing could truly be done to him. Unless...

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John felt himself being dragged by some invisible power towards the enourmas window of the Space Ship. "Demon, look outside, do you seed that? That is your pathetic planet that you Call "Earth" as wretched of a name your foul race has given to it. Unfortunatly for us the location of the Arc is on your planet so we couldn't destroy it right away." The Prophet's eyes clouded with hate, "You shall be killed in the most extruciating way possible. We will keep you alive so you may deal with your pain. But first, i shall do the greatest torture to you first." The prophet waved his hand at a Brute. The Brute came up and kneeled before the Hovering Prophet. He nodded and walked away.

John was wondering what it could possibly be. He knew he could withstand all most all known types of torture. But was came was something that was unbearable. Somthing that would make a normal person Cry. It was his long lost friend, his brother in arms; James. He was even Alive. He could tell by his HUD that it was James. He quite literally for the first time in his life, Gasped.

"Amazing what one can find floating around in space. We found him shortly after your little heroics to protect the location of Earth. He was floating about one thousand units away. He was suffocating, he was "lucky" you might say that we picked him up. Of course we have no intention of keeping him alive. You know what to do." Three Engineers floated to James and stripped him of his armor. Then a giant Brute walked up bringing a burning red hot pole. Two Poles rose around James and then he was immediatly enchained by a energy chains. The hot pole was slapped at James's side and he yelled out in pain. And so the Torment of John began.


John saw the agony on James's face as he once again was pocked with a sizziling piece of metal onto his body. James's body was covered in red and black marks with some of his hair on his body on fire. John was deeply sadened at the poor state James was in. He had always been the one with the most determination of the Spartans. He wouldn't give up easily, what he lacked in skill was made up in hard work and patience. He was extremely beaten up when he'd been brought in and was in a weakened state with possibley bone injuries. John looked into his eyes and saw pain, but there was a tad of happiness.

James was glad that he was at least able to die near one of his fellow brothers. The prophet lifted his hand up to stop and the Brute stopped exactly in place holding the pole mear inches off of James's back. "I believe i've had enough amusement for this day... finish him." The prophet "yawned" and looked as the brute went behind James and pulled the pole backwards.

James's eyes were not wet, he actually smiled and then finally said a word for the first time in his captivity. "Go to Hell you bastards!" He chuckled and was punctured through the back by the gigantic pole. He gasped, coughed blood, and then die with his head hanging low. John simply sat there quietly watching the crimson red blood spread across the silver floor.

"Do not kill the Demon, he shall be killed after we get to the Ark." John was suprised by the Prophets orders just as everyone else was in the room. But who would dare disobey the Prophet especially after the recent rebellion. John was dragged across his friend's blood and into a holding pen with laser bars.

*

Admiral Stanforth watched as the Silver ship began entering Earth's thermo-sphere as he tried to radio the Cheif. He'd gotten no reply from him and knew that there was no choice now. "Arm all archer pod missles on all our ships and make this mac gun shoot this thing. Have our ground defense fire the MEAD12 missles now. I want that thing now, and i wanted it down two minutes ago." The once quite deck turned into a behive of activity. The admiral hoped to god that the flying alien ship would die from the missles.

General Isan Mehower received orders from High-Com to launch the MEADs at the incoming mass, the problem was of course that they were extreamly low on the anti ship missles from the previous invasion. They had only 345 MEADs left on the African Continent. Which is a extremely small amount. Only a few other countries would be able to reach with their missles, a total of 1889 missles were on a direct course for the incoming craft. Not only that but the Admiral was launching over 1000 archer pod missles from space at the massive ship along with a super Mac shot and a regular Mac shot. His head hurt from all the numbers. is it really that hard to take out? The general knew that with this amount of fire power they could take out about eight Covenant capitol ships. He wondered if the Admiral was becoming Paranoid. Being a provisionist, Isan didn't want to spend this many rockets. "ETA for the MEAD12's is ten seconds. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 ," a screen was showing the view of a camera being directed at the silver ship.

"1..." There was a gigantic explosion, completely white and black, a crack was heard and the screen emit a loud pitch noise and then the sound went out. The camera panned out and showed a thousand more missle hit the ship along with two streaks of light. There was rumbling throughout the station and cups fell over and cracked. The explosion was massive, he was one thousand miles away and he still felt the shaking. Watching the screen for a minute, he took a sip of coffee and then the camera showed something uterly impossible. A ship totally unscathed. Obviously the Admiral saw this because two seconds later two more flashes of white hit the Ship making it glow and then nothing once again. It was impossibe.

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*

John was sitting in the corner of the cell with burns over his hands and body. He'd been trying to force himself out of the cell for some time and for some reason instead of hitting his suit, they'd only hit his body. As if they only went for biological matter. John was about to take a nap seeing no way to get out for everything around him was made out of the lasers. Even the wall and the ceiling had them under their panels. Careful not to touch the lasers he layed down and was about to fall asleep when an alarm was sounded and the lights dimmed. He instantly became situated and noticed that the lasers were fading. Not wanting to risk it. Throwing himself with all of his might at the Fadded lasers he broke free of the cell. Standing up from all fours he glanced around and smiled. It was time to give pay back to the bastards that'd killed his friend.

Cortana made the ship send in more then the usual amount of electricity, normally the shock would've friend the circuits. But this time around there was a living being going to suck in the extra juice and some more as well. The grave mind felt a jab of pain in his right tenticle and pulled back releasing his grip on the AI. Cortana used this moment of time to quickly overide all blocks and initiate over burn on the engines and made them push the city High Charity at a nearby planet called C1892. Then she quickly put all engines of docked ships to over heat their engines making them consequently blow up.

She installed 19898 codes and 50000 blocks requiring random codes to pass. Finally she created a clone of herself by using the technology that she gotten from the Ascendant Justice. Quickly she isolated a mini-class cruiser that she had earlier decided not to destroy. "Moving" herself to it she quickly un-docked. She did all this in one second. She was already floating in space with her ship's engines powering up. She was now free and was on her way to Earth.

To be continued...

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Too bad bungie doesn't have any spell check on its website, or else it'd be better, problem is, to make sure i get things done etc. i keep it on the lil chat box thing instead of MS.

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Pretty good, but doesnt this belong on bungie.org in the fan fiction part?

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just so you know Halo events happend in 24th CENTURY

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Actually I think the halo events take place at that time... In The books it was like 2550

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24th=2500
example: The 21st century is the year 2000 and foward until 2100

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your wrong you remove 100 for the century like you said, 21st century = year 2000, the 24th century = 2300. It's the 26th century

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your right I got a little messup there

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It belongs here, i tried on new mombasa and the mods said it was the wrong place.

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btw, what does the centuary thing got to do with this?

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well before you edited you put the year 23-something

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Oh, that was because i copy and pasted it out of my other fanfic.

  • 05.31.2006 3:19 PM PDT
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Posted by: xxooroscoxx
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John was sitting in the corner of the cell with burns over his hands and body. He'd been trying to force himself out of the cell for some time and for some reason instead of hitting his suit, they'd only hit his body. As if they only went for biological matter. John was about to take a nap seeing no way to get out for everything around him was made out of the lasers. Even the wall and the ceiling had them under their panels. Careful not to touch the lasers he layed down and was about to fall asleep when an alarm was sounded and the lights dimmed. He instantly became situated and noticed that the lasers were fading. Not wanting to risk it. Throwing himself with all of his might at the Fadded lasers he broke free of the cell. Standing up from all fours he glanced around and smiled. It was time to give pay back to the bastards that'd killed his friend.

Cortana made the ship send in more then the usual amount of electricity, normally the shock would've friend the circuits. But this time around there was a living being going to suck in the extra juice and some more as well. The grave mind felt a jab of pain in his right tenticle and pulled back releasing his grip on the AI. Cortana used this moment of time to quickly overide all blocks and initiate over burn on the engines and made them push the city High Charity at a nearby planet called C1892. Then she quickly put all engines of docked ships to over heat their engines making them consequently blow up.

She installed 19898 codes and 50000 blocks requiring random codes to pass. Finally she created a clone of herself by using the technology that she gotten from the Ascendant Justice. Quickly she isolated a mini-class cruiser that she had earlier decided not to destroy. "Moving" herself to it she quickly un-docked. She did all this in one second. She was already floating in space with her ship's engines powering up. She was now free and was on her way to Earth.

To be continued...


Stupid, who the f-uck thinks this is good and who would want to?

  • 05.31.2006 3:22 PM PDT
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wow... you don't post flames, it's just mean and -blam!-. If you think it's all that bad than start writing one yourself.

  • 05.31.2006 4:07 PM PDT
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A question to all of you ppl. What do you guys think about the MC dying at the end of this fanfic?

  • 05.31.2006 7:27 PM PDT
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end it soon

  • 05.31.2006 8:14 PM PDT
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why end it sooN?

  • 05.31.2006 8:54 PM PDT
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I have a great theory!

Nobody cares.

  • 06.01.2006 12:18 AM PDT
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When you were talking about "Mendoza" you were meant to say Chief Petty Officer Mendez, right. You got some good ideas, just needs some refining.

  • 06.01.2006 4:01 AM PDT
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Ya, i agree, 9/10 of what i wrote was right before i fell asleep =/

  • 06.01.2006 9:30 AM PDT

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