I just read the last two. quite liked em. the last one was a bit long for my taste, but maybe that's just me. Keep up the good work, gentleman!

The last chapter was great

Once again, you have accomplished a chapter of epic proportions. Keep it up!

win-gasm.

great job guys

Hey good job guys.

A bit longer, this time 'round, eh (bowchicka- nevermind)? Excellent job, Uber! ;) [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Uberdawg “Soldiers of the Covenant! Do not disturb this helicopter for the next…” the Arbiter’s head, previously stuck out through a window panel in the Sea Knight to address the small army of Covenant soldiers surrounding the human craft, temporarily retreated into the helicopter, where whispering was heard. “… 6 and a half hours!” “Admiral!” a bulky Elite, fully clad in armor and with an ignited sword shouted urgently, “why? What are you doing with the humans!” “Having fun, of course,” the Arbiter replied coolly. “That is all, return to your posts.” The Elite’s head popped back into the helicopter as unseen hands replaced the window. “Man… what is going on in there?” an inconspicuous Grunt named Fisca asked his comrade. “I dunno,” another Grunt named Hackle replied, “but it’s going to keep me up at night for the rest of my life.” [/quote]Oh, I see what you did thar. /sue

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Uberdawg “OI! SUZZZZ… ZZZZZZZZY!” he shouted over his exertion of swinging the 180 pound hammer. Tartarus turned just in time to see it smashing down onto his head, instantly killing him. [/quote] LOL!

[I]Six Hours Later[/I] “Captain!” MacMillan heard Big Bird shout back into the cabin. He rose groggily from the seats and went into the cockpit, which was exceedingly crowded: Suzy was playing co-op Halo 2 with the Arbiter. MacMillan took note that the Arbiter repeatedly tried to distance himself from her and ignore her, to no avail. “What’s up, Big Bird?” “High Charity’s on the grid, sir, the Halo is destroyed. You ready for the jump?” “O’ course. Let’s do this,” MacMillan replied as he snatched his M21 off of the weapons rack. “Arbiter? Do ya mind pausing for a minute?” The Arbiter paused the game in relief and sprung up and away from Suzy. “Yes? What is it?” “You want to get your vengeance now, lad? Prophet of Truth is out there on High Charity, and we’re about to take him down.” The Arbiter’s gaze turned icy. “I am ready.” “You heard ‘im, Big Bird. Take us in.” “Roger that, sir, but I’m not sure of exactly where we’re going to end up in there. Here goes nothin’…” The shaking and light confused the Arbiter momentarily, but he and the others quickly regained their bearings, just in time to feel the helicopter thundering into the massive open spaces of High Charity. Big Bird examined multiple pictures he had taken while playing Halo 2 of High Charity’s interior, attempting to navigate to the Council Chambers. Some 30 minutes later, he succeeded in getting the duo of heroes as close as he could. [I]“Alright, you two, I’m going to try to find a nook to hide in for a while. Radio me when you guys are ready to get out,”[/I] the helicopter pilot radioed as he lowered the rear gate. “Oi, Big Bird, you got it,” MacMillan said as he waved a thumbs up back to the cockpit. “Human, I suggest we charade you as my prisoner until we reach the Council. We may avoid much trouble this way,” the Arbiter suggested as politely as possible to his comrade, who consented. Soon, the Arbiter was pushing MacMillan in front of him while holding his hands behind his back. Once they reached the enormous doors, MacMillan’s presence was hotly contested by a dozen Honor Guard. When it became apparent that the Arbiter’s initial tries would not work, he began to bluff egreriously. “It is the Prophet of Regret’s orders,” the Arbiter thundered confidently, “that he be directly interrogated and executed in front of the Council. You stand on precarious ground, and if you wish to [I]survive[/I] this day, I suggest you open that door.” The Honor Guard’s eyes faultered, and their leader finally tapped his wristband, opening the door. With that, the Arbiter marched into the chambers. At first, due to the intense questioning of the commander who failed at Halo, no one noticed. Soon, however, word began to spread amongst the Councilors that not only was the esteemed and missing in action commander of the fleet that was supposed to guard Halo before their eyes, but so was a human. Or at least, that’s what it looked like, if you could strip off all the grass. The Hierarches were the last to notice, along with the questioned commander: Half-Jaw. Mercy was the first to find his tongue after an awkward silence. “A HUMAN IN THE CHAMBER?!” Mercy thundered, pointing at the offending individual. “Guards! Make an example of this… this…” Before he could finish his thought, a Prophet in the stands interrupted. “Nay, it was HERESY!” Butchered context properly ignored, the chamber errupted into consent with the sole Councilor’s verdict. Before the Elites could close the distance between themselves and the duo of heroes, the Arbiter spoke. “Wait, he’s with me! He’s my prisoner. And I have come to have him questioned before the Hierarchs alone. I demand it.” “… Well enough. Everyone, vacate the chambers,” the Prophet of Truth ordered firmly. Before Tartarus and Half-Jaw could, however, he motioned them to stop. Even before all the others had left, MacMillan and the Arbiter marched fearlessly towards the Prophets. “What is the meaning of this, Admiral?” The Prophet of Regret’s hologram demanded. “[I]This![/I]” MacMillan shouted as he slipped his hand around to the Arbiter’s backside and tore his M21 off, opening fire on Tartarus. The Brute instantly raised his hammer high and activated his energy shield to block the shots, then began a charge dead on towards MacMillan. Half-Jaw and the Arbiter exchanged a look in which the Arbiter communicated whose side he was on. If that weren’t enough, he lit his energy sword and rushed at Truth with a roar. Truth fired his gravity chair’s “engines” backwards towards the elevator and Mercy did the same, even as the Prophet of Regret screamed in a rather un-Prophet-like fashion and his hologram disappeared. The Arbiter gave chase to the retreating duo, but they made it to the elevator and it began its descent even as an enormous metal shield covered it, preventing the Arbiter from following. Meanwhile, MacMillan and Tartarus were in a deathmatch of epic proportions. MacMillan was using every kind of grenade he had to slow down the enormous Brute: flash bangs, frags, concussion and incendiary. Tartarus kept coming towards him, however, and closed to within melee distance, raising his hammer and striking in a split second. MacMillan leapt backwards, barely avoiding Tartarus’ mighty weapon. What was truly amazing, however, was that he leapt on top of the Brute’s ground-bound hammer, ran up the handle even as Tartarus took a swipe with one hand, and MacMillan dropped a frag grenade on the top of the Brute’s mohawk. MacMillan leapt off of his back and ran for cover, even as the grenade went off, disorienting the Brute and breaking his powerful shields temporarily. Tartarus swung about, smashing a pedestal into thousands of fragments, some of which caught MacMillan in the frontside as he turned around. The Captain tumbled back onto his rear, the first time he had occupied this position since the mighty wrath of Thor smashed into his leg back in Pripyat and third total time in his life (he learned to walk several minutes after he was born). He was back on his feet in an instant, his wrath renewed. Meanwhile, Half-Jaw had taken a side, and rushed Tartarus while he was disoriented. The Elite went straight for the hammer, attempting to wrest it out of his enemy’s hands. The great tug-of-war that ensued resulted in Half-Jaw losing his grip and tumbling into the base of the stands. Tartarus, however, felt a rifle round pierce his right wrist before he could strike. Before Tartarus could regain control of the hammer, the Arbiter smashed into his side, hitting the hammer with his sword and sending it flying. The Arbiter began to drive the weaponless Tartarus back, but blocked MacMillan’s shot on the Brute. MacMillan then stared down at the enormous hammer, bigger than he was, laying just in front of him. Ditching his M21, he took it up and marched forward towards where the Arbiter and Tartarus were in their duel. With Tartarus’ back now turned to him, he took his chance. “OI! SUZZZZ… ZZZZZZZZY!” he shouted over his exertion of swinging the 180 pound hammer. Tartarus turned just in time to see it smashing down onto his head, instantly killing him. The three heroes now stood, proverbially licking their wounds and taking stock of the situation. “Commander,” the Arbiter said, “this is Captain MacMillan. He is an honorable warrior and a great one, as you have seen, and he and I are in an alliance against the wretched Prophet of Truth.” Half-Jaw raised his hand slowly to stop his friend. “Admiral, I did not aid in the killing of the Prophet’s most esteemed Brute to bandy words about it when we are in grave danger. Come, the Prophets will have alerted their guards, we must take the Councilor’s corridors out of here!” With that, Half-Jaw leapt onto the Councilor’s raised seats, leading both the Captain and Admiral towards the back doors of the chamber. Just as he reached the first and crossed through, however, it shut right behind him and locked. The Arbiter smashed against it repeatedly, using his energy sword and enormous hooves, but to no avail. “Oi, we’d best be ready for company!” MacMillan said as he turned towards the main doors. But though both the Arbiter and MacMillan watched the doors for some time, they did not open. Eventually, MacMillan decided to attempt to contact Big Bird. Much to his dismay, he could not reach his comrade. “Looks like we’ll be here a while,” he muttered, half to the Arbiter and half to himself. “Human… do you feel this?” the Arbiter asked, not hearing MacMillan’s statement, hand raised into the air. MacMillan, too, felt it: a striking cold coming from invisible vents on high. He then realized why the guards weren’t coming, and what the Covenant were doing. “Lad, they’re going to freeze us in the cold.” [b]*WILL OUR HEROES SURVIVE THE ICY TEMPERATURES? OR WILL THEY FREEZE TO DEATH? FIND OUT NEXT TIME ON DRAGON BA--err... THE MISADVENTURES OF CAPTAIN MACMILLAN!*[/b] And yes, before you ask, Suzy is indeed every girl Rare and I have ever liked.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] sammyb123 Moar! [/quote] You've got it, captain. [I]Chapter 9: Now With Moar Epic[/I] Captain MacMillan and the Arbiter walked calmly through the Covenant flagship, back to the helicopter in the docking bay. They were in no hurry, as all Covenant who accosted them were waved off by the Arbiter, still their commanding officer. “Human, you tell me of this legendary Xbox 360. I have heard of the great Halo games, as well, and have secretly longed to play them. You do have them, then?” “O’course,” MacMillan replied non-shalantly, “we got ‘em all back at the chopper. You can play to your heart’s content, then we can take down this Truth fellow.” The Arbiter, though still a bit shaky about the proposition of killing the Covenant’s greatest prophet, nodded his consent. “To the bay, then, it is.” When the Arbiter and MacMillan arrived, they saw Big Bird standing outside of the helicopter with an MP5, holding back a pack of fearful Grunts. “STAND DOWN!” both the Arbiter and MacMillan thundered at their respective subordinates. Both the man and Grunts complied quickly. “Thought you’d be back sooner, sir,” Big Bird jabbed as he remotely opened the helicopter’s rear door. “Thought you’d have killed more of them, lad!” MacMillan fired back, waving at the lack of dead Grunts in the hangar. “Didn’t want to upstage you, sir.” MacMillan chuckled at his pilot’s antics as the threesome climbed into the helicopter, the Arbiter stooping low to avoid the ceiling. There Suzy sat with a half-empty bottle of brandy and a vacant look in her eye. “Lass! You alright?” MacMillan asked as he gently took her by the shoulders and shook her. “Jaaa… Jacob?! Is that you…..?” she responded slowly. “No, it’s MacMillan. Listen, lass, there’s someone you need to meet,” he motioned towards the Arbiter, who nodded as best he could and extended his hand. “Greetings, hu—” “EEEEEEEEEEKK!!!” Suzy screeched as she scrambled away from the enormous alien, who then examined his hand to make sure nothing was wrong. “It’s alright, lad, she’s just a bit nervous around an… erm… alien,” MacMillan said awkwardly. “Oh,” the Arbiter replied indignantly, “I see how it is. Should I get in the back of the helicopter?” “No, no--” MacMillan replied in a panic. “You need to come on up front, that’s where the Xbox is!” The Arbiter quickly forgot his former anger once he had fired up Halo 1 and was playing The Pillar of Autumn. MacMillan then made plans with Big Bird. “How long will a recharge for a jump take, Big Bird?” “Six hours, sir.” “Are ya kiddin, lad? What’ll we do with six hours?” MacMillan responded to his pilot’s estimate of recharge time necessary before any jump could be made. “Wait here, sir. Truth, Tatarus and High Charity won’t show up until the Halo is destroyed. We can’t jump to High Charity now because we have no idea where exactly they are. So until then, I recommend we wait.” “Alright,” MacMillan said regretfully. “We’re gonna need to buy some time from the Covenant out there in the bay…” MacMillan was thinking, even as he absentmindedly watched the Arbiter, who was progressing rapidly through the first level. [I]Whoa, he’s good…[/I] MacMillan thought to himself as the Arbiter wiped out an entire platoon of Covenant soldiers with an assault rifle clip and two grenades. “Lad, I’m going to need you to do something if you don’t mind,” MacMillan asked the Arbiter. “Soldiers of the Covenant! Do not disturb this helicopter for the next…” the Arbiter’s head, previously stuck out through a window panel in the Sea Knight to address the small army of Covenant soldiers surrounding the human craft, temporarily retreated into the helicopter, where whispering was heard. “… 6 and a half hours!” “Admiral!” a bulky Elite, fully clad in armor and with an ignited sword shouted urgently, “why? What are you doing with the humans!” “Having fun, of course,” the Arbiter replied coolly. “That is all, return to your posts.” The Elite’s head popped back into the helicopter as unseen hands replaced the window. “Man… what is going on in there?” an inconspicuous Grunt named Fisca asked his comrade. “I dunno,” another Grunt named Hackle replied, “but it’s going to keep me up at night for the rest of my life.” “Human, this game is really, really good!” the Arbiter exclaimed. “The grenade jumping physics are particularly impressive,” he commented whilst grenade jumping Warthogs into the atmosphere of Halo on The Silent Cartographer. MacMillan spat harshly towards the back of the helicopter. “It’s not that good,” he muttered as he moved towards the storage compartment to modify his gear and rearm. Suzy stumbled past him narrowly and into the small space next to the Arbiter, whose concentration was not broken. “Hey, I just wanted to say sorry about earlier…” she slurred out. “All is well, human. No offense was taken,” the Arbiter replied, attempting to indicate some level of dismissal. The female human, however, continued to stare at him in a manner that he found increasingly uncomfortable. “Something else, human?” he asked, pausing the game. “Ohhh… nothing… haha…” the now-buzzed girl responded with a smile. The Arbiter shifted uneasily. “Then I suggest you get some sleep.” “Yeah… hahahaha, you’re so funny,” she said as her fingers brushed his shoulder armor. When she had left the cockpit, the Arbiter breathed a sigh of relief. Over this, though, he heard Big Bird chuckle. “What amuses you so, Big Bird?” he said to the pilot. “You’ve got a fan there, Arbiter.” The Arbiter’s spine got the chills. He wasn’t sure it was that simple. [I]“Oh my gosh! He’s sooooooo hawt! He’s like all big and strong and manly and he’s got like the sexiest voice ever!”[/I] Suzy thought to herself dreamily. [I]“I think he may be my only one… the man I’m destined to be with for the rest of my life *SIGH*,”[/I] she thought, even as she forgot that the Arbiter was not human, and that she had met him 5 minutes ago. MacMillan watched her out of his periphial view, guessing what was happening while trying to remind himself why he brought her along in the first place. This didn’t bode well for the mission. However, there was not much to do about it: they had a job to do. With that thought, MacMillan laid down and drifted into sleep. *Continued in next post*

Moar!

Errr... it may be Saturday. It depends. We'll see >_> BTW, nice emblem, Lord Hood ;)

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Rare_Spartan Thanks for all of the feedback, fellas- Uber should have the next chapter up, tomorrow. ;)[/quote]I'll be waiting.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Uberdawg I'm not dead, people! Just busy... but I have Chapter 5, albeit later than expected. Hope y'all enjoy! [I]Chapter 5: The Biwldin[/I] ““COWARD! I’LL BITE YOUR LEGS OFF!” the Grunt was screaming in its high-pitched voice. [/quote] Ha Monty Python.

Thanks for all of the feedback, peeps- Uber should have the next chapter up, tomorrow. ;) [Edited on 05.15.2008 4:16 PM PDT]

I need more! =(

Great writing, keep it up!! :-)

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] RZX Darkness i clicked on this thinking it was about Ethan Macmanus of CTRL-ALT-DEL in the choose your own adventure series entitled "idiots in space" lol[/quote] ctrl alt del sucks. It really does suck.

i clicked on this thinking it was about Ethan Macmanus of CTRL-ALT-DEL in the choose your own adventure series entitled "idiots in space" lol

i dont get it.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Thunderbolt No. Not really. [/quote] Achievement Unlocked : Sarcasm . 25G Description : Use it .

No. Not really.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Thunderbolt [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] TEAC X2000R [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Thunderbolt no it wasnt[/quote] Achievement Unlocked : Killjoy 150G Description : Be an ass to 5 people , or stalk a thread , video , or trend , and constantly insult it .[/quote] How many gamerpoints was that worth?[/quote]Does that answer your question?

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] TEAC X2000R [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Thunderbolt no it wasnt[/quote] Achievement Unlocked : Killjoy Description : Be an ass to 5 people , or stalk a thread , video , or trend , and constantly insult it .[/quote] How many gamerpoints was that worth?

Yeah, good job on Chapter 8.

ha ha. Really well done.