- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
Post your story predictions and shorts here!
Before I do this, I would like to ask Bungie, WHY DID HALO 2 SWERVE SO FAR FROM THE STORYLINE OF THE BOOKS?!?! What happened to the other Spartans? Will The Fall of Reach be reproduced in the series of graphic novels by Marvel? Will Halo 3 actually stick to the story of the books? Will we EVER find out where Dr. Halsey went with Kelly?
Anyways, based on the trailer, this is a little story I concocted.
*SPOILER ALERT*
This is based on the assumption that the giant machine in the trailer is the Ark, and that the Humans are the descendants of the Forerunner.
And based on all the religious allusions in the Halo series, and the fact that it takes place in our own universe, just in the future, where religions known today are still around, this reveals "truths" about Christianity that were probably caused by the Forerunners and their remnant constructs. I'm basically saying that, at least in the Halo universe, Christianity stemmed from the story of the Forerunner escaping the Flood and settling on Earth, and as we forgot, a religion developed around the tattered memories of our past (now forgotten).
It is also presumed that genetic markers present in Humans left by the Forerunner are detected by the Spartans in their biologically improved state; thus, they are able to faintly realize something familiar about the Forerunner technology and symbolic language.
This will be a part one if anyone wants to know what happens next in my story.
Enough. Here goes:
As the structure opened up before him, the blinding light filled the canyon, and everything around it. The towers rose up to the hieght of the hovering Covenant battle group, and the ships began to back off, the light filling the area so intensely that the Master Chief's MJOLNIR armor's visor darkeners couldn't shield out the glow. There was a low, loud booming sound, and the Master Chief backed as far away from the cliff as possible, in his nearly blinded state. He fell backwards on the ground, and could just make out the silhouette of a fleeing Covenant cruiser passing over him. His eyelids became heavy, too heavy, so he let them close. Even his finely honed Spartan body became extremely fatigued. He was so tired... He slumped back and fell unconscious.
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He was aware of a low, droning buzz. The hum of machinery. A faint, metal-on-metal clanking sound. John opened his eyes. His HUD flickered from static interference, intense interference, and then became stable. His biomonitors told that he was just fine, but adrenaline rushed through him, and his heart beat fast. His shield was drained. He felt his hearing coming back now, and could make out the constant alarm reminding him that he was exposed without the energy field protecting him. The shield didn't recharge. It became loud and annoying, so he chinned it off. He was lying down, looking at a ceiling. A very high one, at that. John focused his sight on the engravings, and monitered a couple square inches of material in detail that appeared to be about 200 meters above him. He'd seen it before. On Reach. In the giant chamber. On the strange and wonderful thing that had blossomed before him in that canyon.
On the Halos.
He lifted his head. Cortana had been trying to send him a message, but what? He thought of this as he slowly stood up, and his eyes rose to meet an extremely strange sight. His entire body froze in the perfectly still way only a Spartan could pose.
In front of him was a cylindrical tank. It was full of a glowing, green liquid. Around the tank, the trademark holographic Forerunner control panels that seemed so startlingly familiar hovered, symbols inducing a frustrating déjà vu shifting and turning in mysterious patterns. The Foreunner metal which the tank was set in, engraved with geometric patterns, vibrated softly, and the low sound of operating machinery seemed to emanate from behind it.
But it was what was in the tank which truly caught hold of John's attention.
It was human.
A frail old man, thin and, from the looks of it, extremely pail, with a long white beard and thinning white hair, floated in the green concoction, pipes and connections running from his body to ports at the top of the tank. A mask covered his mouth and nose, but his eyes were left free to slowly open, then come to a focus on the Master Chief. A voice rumbled, emanating from the walls like the sounds of the machinery, hoarse, rasping, weary.
"Ah, yes. A Spartan."
The old man sighed.
"It's been nearly 2,600 years by your religions. It's been hundreds and thousands more for me."
He paused for a second, and his green-hued head cocked to the side ever so slightly, then came back to face John.
"Welcome to the Ark. I am Noah. And you, my friend, have discovered your origins. You and your kin are the descendants of the Forerunner."
[Edited on 6/3/2006]