[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Stramlexander Dear Sir Brilliant I was wondering if you have a WEBSITE were I can find your'e book or is it only on the forum?[/quote] Im mirroring it soon

yeah, i don't have a sight at the moment, as my old one was deleted for whatever reason. i am looking to either make my own or find someone who is easily more capable then me at doing so. as for the next chapter, expect to wake up to it on sunday morning, although i might not finish it then...but it will be up before the day is out.

great chapter about the STF stuff to put is simply its like sand right when u get sand wet and push on it it squeezes out the liquid and becomes hard but when u let up its back to near liquid right?

Makes sense to me.

hey, you guys. Did you miss me? Yeah, i haven't been on in a while...sorry about that. My computer has completely (spelling) crashed! I am so pissed off. I have not had the chance to read all of sir's chapters yet, but i am working on it. btw i am on my brothers computer. *SIR* like we discussed at the ark, i put in the new parts, but that is what made my computer crash, i put in a new processor, pentium 4 processor with ht technology and it completly fried the mother board...any suggestions, IM me please. oH and sorry about the the off topicness...

Hey buddy

Great chapter Sir, keep it up! Im done with school i got out june 3rd! [Edited on 6/4/2005]

This sucks, i dont get out until the 22nd of June....HELP ME!!!

what did EAGLES5 get banned for this time..? anyone have an idea?

he just told me...it was the same thing as last time. some brits, as he put it, were making fun or dissing america, and he told them off and gave a history lesson...blah blah blah. anyways, shishka banned him for the political talk. he'll be back in a week.

I can make a website for you on my school site just tell me if you are interested

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] sir_brilliant yeah, i have put some thought into new covenant races. I havent had any yet, as you all definately noticed, although i still am questioning using one. with the different factions of the covenant, and the humans, and the future of the story with the ark, i don't think a new race will be necessary. but i myself would like to see one or two additions to the halo universe, and therefore am instituting a anytime suggestion box for those of you who may come up with any ideas on the subject. and even though there aren't any new covenant at the moment, there is at least one that i will use undoubtedly, although i cannot mention it now. and there will be new flood forms based on the other covenant creatures, ie: drones, grunts, etc. and you'll see some sweet sentinal like machines from the ark itself...the rest is to be written.[/quote] Thanks. It would be really cool to introduce something else. Just an FYI, grunt flood are actually the carrier forms. Instead of going to combat, they immediately go to carrier. However, I do not know about drones. Maybe they could fly up to you and explode!!!!! And a brute flood would be nasty... A cool thought would be to see a multi-flood form. Kinda like a power-ranger-ish thing where multiple floods form together to make one gigantic flood. THAT would be cool. But its your fanfic, so do what you wish.

well, i haven't finished the chapter yet, but it'll be up before the day is out. and i already put brute flood forms in the story, back in chapter 12, i believe. anyways, i forgot about the grunts being what they are. and if anyone has any info about a website for me, just pm me, don't post it here please. i don't want to get too far off topic.

[b]I HAVE RETURNED[/b] Finnaly i have stop being lazy and decided to come back instead of playing runescape.I gotta tell ya that thing can be addicttive.anyways i see much has changed.What am i saying almost nothing has changed.I do have a couple questions though.1 hellmonkey did you get a new picture thing or what because it looks different.Its probably just because i havnet been on in so long.(Hmmmmm i guess i only had 1 qustion)I do have a couple suggestions though.for new weapons how about a plasma shot gun or a gun that shoots bullets covered with plasma.for new characters how about creatures that are used for transportation like in star wars.maybe like some rino or something.gotta go i have been on all day and my mom is getting mad.

I can also make a site. But I will have at least a file to download once Sir sends me the file. [edit] A gun that shoots bullets coated in plasma wouldnt work becaue the metal would melt. [Edited on 6/5/2005]

hey sir brilliant, i'd like to draw some of the sweet ideas you said you had. im not the best but i can draw weapons and the like very good.just pm me your ideas and ill see what i can do.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] SQUEEEEE blah-blah-blah................................................... [edit] A gun that shoots bullets coated in plasma wouldnt work becaue the metal would melt.[/quote] yeah i thought of that but maybe the covenant knew some kind of metal that its plasma couldnt melt. Anyways i have more ideas for the story.Since the cpvenant is breaking apart why not make new weapons for each side.What i mean is since they arnt working with each other y not get rid of the old weapons and make new special ones.(notice for brutes that they have a slight human look to them)I got alot of brute weapons but not alot of elite weapons Ex.(covenant) get rid of the carbine and bring in a new rugged single shot weapon designed specially for the brutes.Make a red plasma gernade or make it look completely different.Let the brutes have some kind of blade similar to the one on their brute shot for close combat(to match the plasma blade)They should also have a neww type of rocke launcher.The QQ22 sounds pretty good for it though.Have new special armored brutes with this "new" QQ22 to match the power of the hunters. Ex.(excovenant)get rid of brute shot and put in something similar.it can be sort of a miniversion of the wraith gun.Also it can have a plasma blade.Have new special armored elites to match the power of the brutes.(Even though i like elites better the brutes are just way stronger. Thats all for now

sorry for the double post but i have 1 more question.SIR for the new weapons do the letters and numbers stand for something or did you just make it up [edit] Also didnt you say that the QQ22 has mixed technologies.How is this possible if the people on earth still dont know about the aliance.Maybe im wrong though. [Edited on 6/6/2005]

What happened Sir i thought it was gonna be out by sunday. Heh i cant blame ya ur prolly jus as busy as i am. YAY I MADE FRESHMAN SUMMER TEAM and iver played 8 basketball games in the last 4 days. yea im tired i think im gonna go to sleep at 7 tonite, lata all!

lol i got out of school may 19 arrrg whens the next chapter gonna be up? u said it woul be finished today

Dont take honors as a freshman or you'll get a #&^%%$ take home final (THF)... ARRGHHHH!!! I ahte it... my last week w/ far more work than any other [i]month[/i] of our year (save the time we did a 7 page research paper). OMG I am mad, because I also have a THF for Lab Bio.... woah... sorry to get so off topic.. anyway, how about having green armor elites that are specialized in sniping... just a thought since the convenant fell apart and the ex-covenant need a certain race tp snipe. Also, for the mini wraith gun (brute shot for ex-covenant) idea, it could have a over-fry rate similar to the beam rifles's, w/ small splash damage. Third thing, a red plasma grenade. It could be like a frag instead of a plasma grenade, but more effective on shield than health since it is still of plasma. Also, the whole 'brute blade from the brute shot' that could counter the energy sword that is like a staff that can be strictly for the honor guards and brute captains. also, for weapon split, it could go like this: ex covenant= -needler -carbine -plasma rifle -fuel rod gun -plasma grenade -mini wraith gun -sword covenant= -brute shot -brute plasma rifle -plasma pistol -red plasma grenade -blade-staff thing shared= -beam rifle [Edited on 6/6/2005]

finally, i'm done! took awhile longer than expected, and i'm sorry for missing my date, but its here now. Chapter 21 “Chief, radar’s showing at least 50 targets coming this way. We won’t be able to take them all on. Not like this.” “Understood. Form up on me.” The Master Chief turned and ran for the exit, going up several flights of stairs that were still a part of the abandoned base, of which the Covenant had suddenly bombarded with a huge force, consisting mainly of Brutes and Jackals. It seemed almost too perfect, being that even with superior firepower and strength, the Covenant did not attack, except for the Jackal’s who did not rush into the base. And even then, few of the species in the Covenant were even in the area when the Forerunner ship arrived, proving that there were ulterior motives behind this ‘visit’. Reaching the last room when sunlight could actually reach, John stopped and turned back to Will. “Set up all the Lotus Tank Mines in this room and set them for proximity alert. I want this building to collapse right on top of them. Linda, Fred and I will cover your back. I’m sure they were expecting some resistance, and that there’s a surprise ready for us.” “Right away.” Pulling his pack off and opening it revealed four of the explosives. Though small, their ability to cause destruction was truly hidden by their size. “Chief, I don’t know if this’ll blow the building. With only four, the stability will be compromised, but it could hold.” “What about if we left a bunch of grenades here as well, and they’d explode along with the mines”, asked Linda. “No, the grenades don’t have the power to add much to it. And we definitely don’t have enough grenades to do the trick.” “Will, what about that new weapon of yours? You called it a-” “QQ22? It might work, but I wouldn’t be able to fire it inside, so the only way to do so would be from out there. But finding the point of structural weakness won’t be easy. If I don’t hit that, it won’t fall. Using the Jackhammer might help as well, but it won’t matter unless we find the spot the mines make.” “That’s better than nothing. Set it up as fast as possible, and then get out here. We’ll position ourselves away from the blast radius and hidden in case anything goes wrong.” Running out of the building, he briefly scanned the area, looking for any possible threats. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and they proceeded to find a secure position. Then a familiar noise came through, something no human ever wanted to hear: the buzzing sounds of a fly, although one too large to be of this world. Green plasma rained down on their position, each Spartan scattering to different directions. At least 20 were in the air above them, but there was no chance to find out. Several sniper rounds dropped the Drones, while another assault rifle unloaded bursts into others. John had just pulled out his BR55 and downed several himself, but more fired at him, draining his shields. He dodged several smaller plasma bursts, but a larger burst came at him and followed each movement he made. Seeing no way to stop the inevitable, he threw a grenade down 10 feet in front of him just before the burst struck. When it did, his shields flickered and died, and the grenade exploded, throwing dust and sand into the air. With the opportunity, he ran into the cloud and set his vision to infrared, and continued firing at each passing Drone. As more rounds connected to their targets, the three Spartans soon found themselves without any more targets. Will had just run out of the building and headed towards the rest, while they ran to find cover. “How long until they reach the top?” John asked through an open comm. channel. “Unknown. I didn’t have time to check how deep they were, but if my motion detector could read them, then they’re pretty close.” “Fred, take Will’s Jackhammer and aim it wherever you can find an opening. Linda, if anything comes out the front; make sure they don’t get to that ship. Fred, hand me that fancy gun of yours.” After the exchange of weapons, the entire building seemed to shake as the mines exploded, but the building stayed intact. Fred and Will let loose as best they could, firing rockets at the building, while both John and Linda held their breath for just a moment. When the building collapsed, John exhaled, but didn’t show it. He kept his gun pointed up, ready for any surprises, and his team followed suit. “Standby to confirm kill.” The building continued to collapse for a few seconds longer, falling on top of everything that was under it, hopefully eliminating whatever threat was there. That was too easy. It shouldn’t have been, especially if that was the Prophet I was told of. “Are you sure a Prophet was in the center of that large group of Brutes?” “110% sure. Why?” “Just be ready. There must be more to this than meets the-” The building had finished falling, but stayed standing, in a sort of way. Rubble was piling and falling off of a concentrated area, but it was unnatural, especially for the explosion that had taken place. Something was supporting the Covenant from within the structure, but what? The heap of rubble started to move, some most falling off while some stayed on, although what was seen then could hardly be believed by any Spartan. The Brutes continued to move, with some sort of field encircling them, shielding them from whatever may come their way. They ran together back towards the Forerunner ship, and all the Spartans raised their weapons. “No! Whatever that thing is, it’s strong enough to keep a collapsing building off of it, and it sure as hell isn’t going down by our guns.” He quickly opened a channel to whoever could hear him, hopefully someone who would care enough about getting that Prophet. John knew that the chances were slim to get through to anyone, and that he had a better chance of talking to a wall, but he had to try. “This is Spartan -117. The unidentified Covenant vessel carrying their leader cannot be allowed to escape under any circumstances. Fire at will if possible. I repeat, that vessel cannot be allowed to jump out of system!” ****** “Ulysses fighters, numbers 2930487 and 2930857, you are ordered to stand down. We’ll take care of everything from here. Return home immediately, you are relieved.” What the hell? Who do they think they are? I’m the one who’s been out here for God knows how long with my ass on the line! “I don’t want to disappoint you, but there’s no way in heaven or hell that I’m giving up this fight! We’re wearing the same uniform; the same blood runs through us both! So why the hell shouldn’t I be out here fighting for my friggin’ race?!” For a moment, the channel was dead quiet, and Helstrum didn’t really care what the standing opinion of the new UNSC fleet said about it; he was staying out there. He wanted to keep fighting, and he was also damn curious about the new fleet. It was just like some secret government organization to hide something like this, and only use it when absolutely necessary. It was incredibly stupid, but what could he do? “Fine, your given clearance to continue. But everything you see is to be considered classified information, or you may be court marshaled.” “Wow, it’s just like you to say something born from pure genius like that. Why don’t you let me know about the court martial if any of us make it out of here alive? And if we do, then we can discuss that minor detail. Helstrum out. Wow, they sure are stupid.” “You said it boss. Let’s get a good look at it before we get back to owning those Covie bastards.” “I’m with you on that one. Full speed!” The Earth seemed to move instead of them, turning faster than its norm, and the large vessel protruding from it became somewhat discernable. Helstrum could only imagine starships from old science fiction vid’s, made before space travel was considerable and movies of giant space battles with other races and possibly other Humans allowed for such gigantic destroyers to be built. He almost expected to see some triangular-shaped or a very rounded ship to appear out of the Earth’s shadow, and that it would be a bright white, like they always were. If that would have satisfied him, then only disappointment would follow. The ship was almost invisible, painted so black that the only way to see it was by looking for the absence of stars. His Ulysses’ HUD displayed it on his tactical display, and gave an estimate description of the ship. Around two kilometers longs, batteries at every hundred meters, five Mac cannons, fifty different missile tubes, and a compliment of fighters that would normally supply ten normal UNSC destroyers. And lastly, a Super Mac Cannon lay in the middle of the vessel, shooting the huge ball of Uranium as well as the stationary Super Mac Cannons, like the Cairo. Ship schematics showed a three dimensional description of the new vessel, giving it a strange and quite unique look. Wings protruded from many directions, all of which held some weapons or fighter bays. The hull itself seemed too think to penetrate by conventional means, although that didn’t say much against the Covenant, as they fought by unconventional means according to the UNSC. There were also other weapons that the schematics showed, yet they were all unidentified. “Hey Jan, have you ever seen one of those before?” “Nope, not anything like that.” She scrutinized the picture, and saw something familiar to her. “It kind of reminds me of those Covie plasma rifles, but only in their look. You don’t think they could have made a larger version of those, do you?” “Nah, it’s too soon. It’ll take at least another 5 years to come up with that tech.”

Then the massive ship, which Helstrum christened the Agamemnon, opened fire on the nearest Covenant battle Cruiser. A spread of Mac rounds ate through its hull, seeing that the shields of all Covenant forces are nonoperational after the EMP burst. The battle cruiser was no more in only a matter of seconds, as the four holes in the hull made the ship tear itself inside out. The rest of the Covenant forces were still disoriented from the blast, many of their ships destroyed and the surviving ones in critical condition, or at least without shields. And any fighter craft they had that were not within their hulls were vaporized instantly, too small to be able to withstand such a blast. This left a clear run to all their capital ships, giving Helstrum the opportunity he needed. And then reality kicked in. “Norman, we won’t be able to follow our normal routine. As long as the Covenant’s shields are down, we can’t use the nukes. Not without getting hit by the EMP blast ourselves, as well as that goliath of a ship.” Dammit, why didn’t I think of that? “Ok, then we need a new plan. Set scanners to pick up any fluctuations in the shielding of any Covenant ship. If any one of them gets those shields back, we’ll put them down. In the meantime, we’re on fighter patrol. Form up on me.” By the time those words left his mouth, the Agamemnon let loose its main cannon, firing a lob of Uranium through the nose of a Covenant capital ship, and right out the end. It became two completely destroyed ships, both floating away from each other in a burning rage unseen in the battle until now. Fighters seemed to sneeze out of the Covenant vessels, flying out in full force, ready to spread infection and death. Helstrum set his Ulysses to fly directly towards a fighter bay. Hell, if he couldn’t fire the damn nuke, didn’t mean he couldn’t go inside the mother and take out the fighters before they could get off the ground. “Sach, cover my back. I’m going in. Want to catch ‘em sleeping.” “Gotcha.” He hit the afterburners and raced towards the nearest target, making a hard turn right into the fighter hatch. Thankfully, no fighters had reached it yet, which either meant that they were on their way, or all of them had already left. In either case, he would be sure to get in and out as fast as possible. Being stuck in this tub won’t be much fun if it blows up around me. “Jan, send a message to our new fleet command. Tell them not to target the ship we’re in.” “Already tried, but they didn’t seem to listen. Their on a direct course for it, and don’t seem to be stopping.” “What the hell. Don’t those beaurocratic sons of -blam!-es ever learn? How much time until their in range to make us go to a happier place?” “Just a few minutes, three at max.” “Then we’re just gonna have to work fast. Give me full power to engines. Sach, stay back here and make sure none of them get out. If you see those government guys getting ready to fire, get the hell outta here, and make sure you record the mother. I don’t want to be dead meat from my own kind without seeing them fall to the pits of hell soon after.” “Yeah yeah, I’m sure they won’t open fire. But I’ve got it covered.” With those final words, the engines rushed the ship forward and both pilots far back, making their seats a fraction of the size they once were. Still no Covie fighters came out, and Helstrum was getting worried. No targets meant that he was endangering himself and Jan for no reason, and he didn’t take kindly to stupid decisions done by the people who always did what was ‘best’ for him. Normally, he liked having the geniuses at places like ONI just stay put there, but now… Coming up to the bay, the luminescent purple light filled the interior of his eyes, the strange purple that both soothed, and brought back so many bad memories. Too many dead, from this soft and yet deadly color. The bay was filled to capacity, with Brutes and Elites climbing into their fighter craft. This was the best chance he had. “Jan, find me the best targeting solution to take out all of these fighters as fast as possible without having to slow down and without any of them getting out.” He heard her grumble something, but let it slide, knowing that what he asked for was crazy. An AI would have trouble with that task, at least for a second or two. So he pulled the trigger on the nearest one, and took out every third ship he could. Thankfully and regrettably, the bay was huge, meaning it would be impossible for him to get hit, but that there were so many targets to take out that it could take a while. And he wasn’t even sure if he had the ammo to take out all these targets. Damn. Decisions, decisions, decisions. “Don’t worry boss, I don’t think you have to worry about that anymore. This baby’s shields just went up. From my calculations, we can unload Fat Man here and take out everything without any worries.” Helstrum, shocked and yet so thankful, turned around in his seat, which prohibited such actions physically, and plainly said, “Jan, has anyone ever told you you’re beautiful?” “Yes, ever day. By the way, I’m also humble. Now let’s blow this joint!” “You got it. Arming Warhead…Fire!” The nuke cleared one of his six specialized pods, made just for that mission, and dropped onto the dark ground of the to-be-buried-in-space ship. “Tell those pansies we’ve got this one covered, and that if they know what’s good for them, they’ll go bother someone else.” Clearing the bay and going down the hatch again, the automatic timer counted down from twenty. At ten, they reached normal space. At five, they reached the shields and blasted their way through. At one, both fighters were at least two clicks away, and the blast radius died, giving only a ripple through space. A moment of cheering ensued, as not much of a threat was present, and they set forth for new targets. “Wait, Slipspace ruptures. Showing on screen.” The computer layout provided an image of an entire sector, where large patches of white light opened up, and gave way to the only thing that could ruin any human’s day: more Covenant vessels. “I count twenty of them, all at perfect status and charging their weapons. Damn, what now?” Yeah, now what? Even if that crazy new ship we have is super powerful, it can’t take on another entire fleet. Even with the fighter support, it’s outnumbered in guns at least five to one, if not more. And without the support of other UNSC ships, there would be little chance of us getting through their defenses and planting the nukes. So what do we do? “I’m reading another Slipspace rupture. This ones opening…right in front of the Agamemnon. Hell, it’s from it! Their leaving the battle!” “What?!” But it was true, that bastard ship left the system without even saying goodbye. Without any final words or thoughts, only with itself and the dishonor that could be given to it, the most advanced Human vessel in all of history ran frightened from battle. “I am really having trouble believing this -blam!-! Ok, here’s the plan! We go in and blow every ship we can. If someone gets a wing clipped, get back to Jan’s fighter and tow wait for it there. As soon as the other one of us gets the same, we’ll both set the nuke’s timers for three minutes and fire everything we got everywhere, including Jan’s. Is that clear?!” “But sir, that’s suicide.” “I didn’t ask for you’re -blam!-ing. I asked you if that was clear!” He could feel both Jan and Sach gulping loudly, the ball in their throat’s clenching the back of their necks and refusing to let go. But both were good soldiers; damn fine marines. They wouldn’t back down. “Sir yes sir! Crystal clear sir!” They said in unison. “Now that’s what I’m talking about! Now let’s get this show-” “Sir, one of the Covenant ships just fired on its own. It completely obliterated it.” This day is just full of surprises. “Ok, then we wait here. Open all channels to receive anything from the F-band frequencies. Maybe we’ve got something going for ourselves here.” “We’ve got an incoming transmission, audio only. It’s from Lord Hood!” “Don’t just sit there. Put him through. Admiral, glad to see you’ve made it out in one piece.” “I can’t say the same for you. What’s the status up there?” “Covenant ships are firing on each other. As far as I know, we’re the only UNSC ships still operational, although there are definitely survivors from the EMP blast. I’ve opened all frequencies the Covenant use to see if they are either loosing their minds or maybe coming around to working up and agreement, being that their not happy with themselves over something.” “Good thinking. I’ll keep on this link in case anything happens.” “Sir, we have another incoming transmission. It’s from one of the Covenant ships.” Jan gave a worried look, not knowing what to take of this, and thankful that there was someone higher up ready to take the call.” “Patch it through directly to me, Helstrum.” “Understood. Stand by.” A feed came through, showing an Elite, wearing a highly polished silver armor. The screen only showed his face and shoulders, giving it a perfect high school yearbook picture. “It is time for the light and darkness to realize its true nature, and become one with the source. Time will not allow us much measure, so prepare. A revolution awaits us all.”

Werid ending. Great Chapter. Erie but, great.

Holy -blam!- Sir Brilliant! That was the best ending to the chapter I've ever seen! I can't wait to see what happens next!

Cool. A revolution eh? Sounds good. Keep up the good work. Can wait to see what happens next.