Master Chief>MacMillan.

HALO SUX HAHAHAHAHAHAHA U G.A.Y NERDZ HAHA

It was a great chapter, but the rapping part I didn't like.

Best. Chapter. Ever.

“Blimey! I knew this wasn’t a good idea, lad, we haven’t got any cover!” MacMillan shouted as he took to his feet and readied his weapon. The door behind them had closed and locked. Worse yet, Suzy began to awake, finally. “Huh…?” she drawled over MacMillan’s shoulder. “Where are we?” “Just be quiet and do as we say, lass, it’ll be fine…” The Arbiter and MacMillan both backed up slightly and put their backs to the wall, waiting as the Gravemind descended until his face reached their level. Meanwhile, an army of Flood quietly poured into the gigantic room, surrounding the trio. Suzy fell off of MacMillan’s back and onto her feet, resisting, just barely, the urge to scream. “HOLD!” Gravemind stated emphatically, and the Flood obeyed. “Who dares to intrude into the domain of Grave[I]mind[/I]?” he said to the Arbiter, his tone dark. “One who would learn the secrets of your [I]kind[/I],” the Arbiter said back slowly, responding to a suspicious glance from MacMillan with a subtle whisper: “hustle and flow, human, hustle and flow…” “Oh? And, pray-tell, what would you hope to [I]find[/I]?” “Greater wisdom, great one… and… um… better [I]mimes[/I].” “Clowns, you seek, in my kingdom, and yet all you shall receive are [I]nines[/I],” Gravemind fired back angrily as the Flood drew an arsenal of 9mm pistols. “Please, excellency, spare us, for it is in these dark times that I wish to entertain you with great [I]rhymes[/I]!” The Gravemind sat silent for a pair of seconds. “Dude’s got [I]game[/I], what’d I tell y’all?” he popped off, his voice quickly turning into an inner-city American one. “What the—“ Macmillan started, when Gravemind held up a tentacle. “Naw, homie, you listen to me, dawg, you gots ta show me what choo got son, know whum sayin?” Gravemind said, his tentacles forming a Westside gang symbol. The Flood in the room began instantly to agree with this leader, muttering a chorus of “snap,” and “yeah, son!” Suddenly, a DJ rose on a platform from the pit, playing the beat of Dr. Dre’s [I]Still D.R.E.[/I] for the Arbiter to rap to. “Lad, you’ve got to be careful about this! Very careful!” MacMillan frantically but quietly warned the Arbiter. “I will, Captain,” he responded. MacMillan nodded his appreciation, then whispered his plan on how to take out the Gravemind. The Arbiter stepped up on the stage of Flood-flesh to start, and MacMillan melted into the crowd, both temporarily forgetting about Suzy. The Arbiter started off with a quick word regarding present company: “So my peeps and playahz and pimps, I came heah to throw down wit some wimps…” The Flood appeared to grow slightly angrier at this statement, muttering amongst themselves. “But I learned y’all were the realest dawgs around, I just wanna say I gotta give y’all dat crown!” The Flood quickly started become more appreciative and nodded their approval with a chorus of “yeahhhh, son” and “dats what I’m talkin’ bout”. [I]“So y’all, the name’s Flesh ‘N’ Faith, Yeah, dat boy that Truth hates, The one yo girl dates, Dat boy who throws down like Terry Tate, Cuz I’m a straight up ballah, Got dem 22 inch chrome rims on mah Impala, Cuz I bust hatahz right in da face wit mah Maulah, I fly high in mah Phantom, Mah boy CapMac an’ me ride in tandem, Some Brutes pop up, y’all best believe we gon’ land ‘em,”[/I] The entire room was seriously getting into it now, dancing out on the floor like it was a club. The Gravemind was joining, too, clapping his tentacles to aid the beat. [I]“I’m representin’ fo’ tha gangstahs all across the world, Still, hittin’ dem corners in them Polo’s, girl, Still takin’ my time to perfect the beats, An I still got love fo’ da streets, it’s the A.R.B.! “All dem’ Covies hate cuz I’m so dang fly, Let ‘em say it ain’t so, y’all know dat’s a lie, I ain’t at da streets no mo’ cuz I’m da GUY, But I still got love fo’ da streets, Like I got love fo’ da beats, And da ladies love me like dey Grunts fresh off da teats!”[/I] The Arbiter had the room worked up to a deafening roar of appreciation, and continued his rap, albeit slightly disturbed as he noticed the young human girl in front of the stage amidst the Flood, taking her shirt off and throwing it at him. [I]“I’m representin’ fo’ tha gangstahs all across the world, Still, hittin’ dem corners in them Polo’s, girl, Still takin’ my time to perfect the beats, An I still got love fo’ da streets, it’s the A.R.B.!” “So do ya hear me Truth, you old G? Oh, snap, guess you don’t cause you six feet under High Charity, Truth, he may hate, When I show up late, I bust out mah energy sword, Wait, is that cho’ girl, or mah whore? Nevermind, I done her before, Cuz I’m a straight up PIMP to da core! Now I was wit Tupac when he died, I had mah carbine at mah side, So when I drive by an’ start bustin’…”[/I] The DJ’s record came screeching to a halt. Gravemind immediately stopped clapping and dancing, as did the other Flood. The awkward silence was broken by four words, shouted by an intelligent Flood in the back of the crowd: “DAT DUDE KILLED TUPAC!” The Arbiter instantly activated his camouflage, disappearing from all sight. The room was aglow with the realization that they had just been listening to an East-side rapper, indeed, one who claimed to have killed Tupac. Before an uproar could begin, two words broke that silence as well: “OI, SUZY!” Captain MacMillan had snuck his way on top of the Gravemind’s head, directly over his brain. He had all of his weapons with him, but his rifle was on his back, his pistol was in his holster, and his grenades were in their sack. He stood over Gravemind with no weapons but his limbs. Then MacMillan attacked. He did not kick. He did not punch. He did not elbow. He [I]slapped[/I]. Not just any slap, but the Captain MacMillan Pimpslap of Doom and Terror. An utterly ear-splitting pop sounded throughout the corridor as the Gravemind’s head plummeted into the floor. As he smashed at MacMillan with a tentacle during his dying breath, the Captain dodged and rode it down like a slide to the ground, landing right in front of the Arbiter. Before anyone could do anything, the entire room full of Flood committed a very random and uncalled for mass-suicide. MacMillan then looked at the Arbiter. “Lad, a hustler does what he can. A gangster does what he [I]wants[/I].” DISCLAIMER: Before anyone sues, I did indeed borrow Still D.R.E.’s hook, slightly adjusted to fit everyone’s new favorite rapper: Flesh ‘n’ Faith. I don’t own those lyrics, Dr. Dre does. The rest of the song was of my own creation, though :D Also, apologies on the length... I wrote this chapter up a long time ago, in fact, when it hit me (while Rare and I were still in the theory stage of this fic) how sweet it would be if the Arbiter and Gravemind had some kind of rhyme-bustin' showdown, I wrote it up then and modified it in the last couple of days, altering it quite a bit and adding that first introductory part. Anyway, I just couldn't find a way to cut it down. Hope y'all enjoy anyway. [Edited on 05.31.2008 9:18 PM PDT]

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Deathinaitor this is SO GOOD that i made a link to it in my group homepage so that every one could read it[/quote] Why thank you, gud sir.... Without further ado, I present to you the most gangstah chapter yet. [I]Chapter 11: Of Hustlin’[/I] The recently procured Phantom that the trio rode in was swatted down even before MacMillan could attempt to raise Big Bird again. As they plummeted towards the city, Suzy simply couldn’t stop screaming. Most of the time, it was ridiculous gibberish or wordless noise, but MacMillan was pretty sure he caught “Arbiter” “Jacob” “mashed potatoes” and “Recon armor” somewhere in the mix. “Oi, Suzy!” he screamed at her over the Phantom’s malfunctioning machinery and the air rushing into the damaged ship. “Would ya kindly just shut up?!” “I’ll only do it if [I]the Arbiter[/I] tells me to! ;)” [I]“SUZY! SHUT UP!”[/I] the Arbiter’s voice thundered from the cockpit “Oh my gosh!” Suzy shouted to MacMillan, “he said my name! :D” MacMillan rolled his eyes and hoped they were going to crash soon. No sooner had he thought this, however, than he looked out the quickly-opening floor of the Phantom and saw the ground of the city speedily coming towards them. Knowing the impact was imminent, he grabbed Suzy and put his body between her and the floor of High Charity. The Phantom hit the ground much softer than MacMillan had been expecting, and he quickly but gently dumped Suzy out of his lap. The Arbiter emerged from the butchered cockpit, squeezing and twisting his way through the wreckage of the aircraft. “Thank you so much, Arbiter…” Suzy began, standing up with an enormous smile on her face. “You saved us all!” MacMillan and the Arbiter exchanged a look, one that may only be expressed between two friends whilst in the presence of a total freakin’ idiot. “Captain, what are we to do with the female?” the Arbiter asked as he glanced around the aircraft for weapons, finding and picking up a pair of plasma rifles. “I think we probably should— ” “TAKE ME WITH YOU! You can carry me, or I can ride on your back! :O” Suzy interjected as she leapt in front of MacMillan. Not two seconds later, MacMillan had knocked her out cold. “I think this is an adequate solution,” he stated coolly as he slung her over his shoulder. The Arbiter nodded at this truth. “Now listen, lad, if the Gravemind is here, you know we’ve got to take him down, Big Bird or not,” MacMillan stated as he and the Arbiter vacated the wreckage with an unconscious Suzy in-tow. “You speak the truth, human. Do not worry; I already know what the Gravemind looks like. We must begin our search immediately.” With that, the duo moved out into the city. [i]Some time later...[/i] The Arbiter and MacMillan crept silently into the bowels of the Flood-infested High Charity, continually searching for Gravemind. MacMillan and the Arbiter both knew that they, themselves, were basically unstoppable, and each suspected the other to be almost as unstoppable. But out of desire to compete in the arena of stealth, they decided to go quietly to Gravemind instead of with guns blazing. MacMillan had refitted his ghillie suit with Flood flesh, while the Arbiter used his cloaking. Their silence was not without any killing, however: as they crept along, each continually attempted to one-up the other with a more awesome takedown of any Flood who happened to be nearby. MacMillan started it by sitting on an infection form and crushing it. The Arbiter then sniped a human form three quarters of a mile away, while he was hanging upside down. MacMillan then wedged a claymore mine between a Brute form’s legs, and it got wilder and wilder from there. “I just killed two Flood with a paper plane, lad, it just doesn’t get much more impressive than that,” MacMillan whispered as he crept along. “Very well, human, you hold the upper hand for now, but I will overcome it,” the Arbiter responded quietly. “Aye, looks like you’ve got a chance to do it here!” MacMillan stated as they rounded the corner and found themselves facing an enormous hanging tentacle. It was broader than any oak tree and twice as tall, leading up into foggy heights the duo of heroes couldn’t see. “I shall climb this tentacle, and eat the head of this beast!” the Arbiter proclaimed as he leapt onto it and began to crawl his way up. MacMillan looked on, finally realizing something: the Arbiter hadn’t eaten since he had joined MacMillan’s quest. The Captain was no expert on Elite’s eating habits, but he was a massive creature, and surely had to consume a lot more food than any human (even the legendary mother of Kilroy). [I]Eh, one eating of a pretty delicious looking AI chip isn’t too suprising, but a Flood? Lad must be hungry… than again, that thing looks heavy. Mhmmm. Must be good...[/I] MacMillan’s thoughts were interrupted by an enormous rumbling on high, as the Arbiter came sliding down the massive tentacle. “We’ve found the Gravemind,” he stated flatly as he hit the ground. *CONTINUED NEXT PAGE* [Edited on 05.31.2008 9:16 PM PDT]

this is SO GOOD that i made a link to it in my group homepage so that every one could read it

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] GoW I Lord Hood I wonder if you guys will kill of Dr. Halsey or Lord Hood. That is, if it's someone from Halo.[/quote]Including Dr. Halsey [i]does[/i] sound like it'd be interesting, doesn't it? Hm, we'll see. ;) [Edited on 05.29.2008 2:16 PM PDT]

Silver dollar city FTW! Also, I love all of these stories, read them all twice. Keep up the awesome work guys. And send me one of those messages when new chapters come out.

I wonder if you guys will kill of Dr. Halsey or Lord Hood. That is, if it's someone from Halo.

Waits...C'mon bring on more awesomeness writing!

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Uberdawg “It’s my lucky day! Would you lads like a bit of brandy to celebrate?” MacMillan asked jovially as he walked towards him, pulling a bottle of 1923 brandy out of the folds of his ghillie suit. Both looked at each other again, then looked back. “Ummm, I think we’re go—“ “OI, SUZY!” Before they could react, MacMillan had closed the last 5 feet between them and clubbed both over the head with his bottle of brandy. Not without humor, MacMillan wrote “that’s what she said” on the backs of both of their uniforms. With that, he was off to find his new arch-rival. [/quote] Hahahahahaha. That bit alone makes this story the funniest story I've ever read

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Uberdawg [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wildcard1992 This is awesome! I can't wait for chapter 11![/quote] You shan't wait much longer! Expect it Friday, but don't be too shocked if it comes out on Saturday. [/quote] Oh, the horror!

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wildcard1992 This is awesome! I can't wait for chapter 11![/quote] You shan't wait much longer! Expect it Friday, but don't be too shocked if it comes out on Saturday.

This is awesome! I can't wait for chapter 11!

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Sludgee I like the way you disposed of Cortana. *lolz* [/quote]Believe it or not, we wouldn't have even thought about getting rid of her had you not suggested it. :P [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Luke35120 Cortana: Dead Johnson:Dead Chief:As good as dead, Who you got left?[/quote]Actually, we'll have at least one more character added to MacMillan's hitlist in Chapter 11. Thanks for the feedback, everyone. Just as a heads-up, there's a side project that Uberdawg and I will be unveiling in June (which does relate to this fan-fic). We'll talk more about it, next week. ;) [Edited on 05.26.2008 9:01 PM PDT]

another awesome chapter! Keep up the awesome work!

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Rare_Spartan "Mercy, my dear, I promise you." The Prophet Truth said, as he and his fellow San 'Shyuum walked down the ramp leading into the docking bay, "You'll feel right at home with my sewing crew!" "Hurry, get down!" MacMillan whispered, forcing both Suzy and the Arbiter into a crouching position. As the two Prophets headed toward one of the Phantom aircrafts, two Flood infection forms sprang from behind, latching onto them by their necks. To make matters worse for the two Prophets (although much better for MacMillan and his gang), descending from a gravlift just a dozen feet ahead of them was none other than the Master Chief himself- the Demon. The Spartan walked forward, stepping both of his armored feet onto the Prophets (both of whom were now lying down). "It's over, you two." said the Chief. But as soon as Truth managed to cough out a laugh, he said, "Not quite, Demon. My [i]Dreadnought[/i] is about to take flight. You'd better hurry if you want to catch Regret." "Thanks for the notice." said the Spartan, "Anything else?" "Y-Y-Yes....." Mercy weezed, "How's about you....suck.....our....di-" And just like that, the Chief shot both of the Infection forms latched onto the Prophets' necks simaltaniously, ending their lives. [/quote] Hilarious scene is hilarious. AWESOME job with this Rare! I was loling it up...

wonder wats big bird doing.

Arbiter is so bad ass in this comic series, and for that you get a big ass cookie.

I loved it. Keep it up!

Ahaha! That was great! I like how you use quotes from the real game too. Nice work.

Cortana: Dead Johnson:Dead Chief:As good as dead, Who you got left?

Chapter 10 is pure WIN.

I like the way you disposed of Cortana. *lolz*

XD. Great job Rare on Chapter 10.