ya he has skill please talk to bungie about letting him create a fan fic book (if that sort of thing is possible).and publish it around the world.it would sell.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Bromster You should consider Sticky'ing Mr_Clark's Story. His story is equal, if not greater to Sir Brilliant's.[/quote] I agree, he has a very interesting storyline and excellent detail

You should consider Sticky'ing Mr_Clark's Story. His story is equal, if not greater to Sir Brilliant's.

wow your'e so lucky...jeez, a sticky...

Hello. I haven't been on the bungie.net site for a while now. What got me here tonight was my curiosity/intrest in the new (I'm sure there will be another) Halo novel. I seen this thread and decided to browse through it a bit. For the most part, everyone here seems to like sir_brilliants work. And I happen to belive all of you are Bungie/Halo fans...and the fans know what's good. So, with that being said, I was curious as to whether you (sir_brilliant-or anyone else with the capabilty of doing so) could send me each chapter/section thingy he's/you've done. My E-mail is: [email]gngstanip@yahoo.com[/email] Ty. [Edited on 7/17/2005]

wow, i've been looking for this thread for the last 20 minutes, after giving up 2 hours ago. I thought that the website was just going slow, and that like the site does (or used to do) the thread disappeared when someone was posting, but lo and behold, it has been stickied! I am both amazed and greatful for this honor! But i must ask. To what do we owe the honor? the next chapter will tie the entire book's character lineup together, meshing them into a small area before all hell breaks loose. But that's as much as i'll say. [Edited on 7/18/2005]

My god...... this has to be the best dialouge i have ever seen in Halo......Keep it coming man!!!

awesome chapter Brilliant and this thread has been stickyed YAY!!!!

EXCELENT CHAPTER! A fiew SP mistakes though You used are when u should of used Our

sticky?

OMG GUYS GET READY FOR THIS....... reaady? This is gonna be big you sure u ready? WE, HAVE,BEEN STICKYED!!!! REPEAT: We have been stickyed!

Does Anyone Know Of A Good Way To Find, Put Together, And Print This Story? I Always Wanted To Read This Story But Found It Hard To Follow. Plus It Would Be Easier If I Could Put It On Paper.

I though that was a great way to incorperate the e3 demo into the book i never would have thought of that good job sir

lovin it, although im quite dissappointed that you used the Halo 2 e3 demo as one of your chapters, and said that it was in New York. But when you said 405th of the Diego Garcia, Diego Garcia is located east of the Africa, so they would have had to fly damn far just to get to new york so :(

WHAT AN AWESOME CHAPTER, IM ALMOST CRYING!! yep SB had the 4600th [Edited on 7/17/2005]

actually grizzo, you've got 4601. i've got 4600...just the loading is taking forever...lol, sorry.

that chapter was verygood and i have the 4600 post YAY!!

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Elite 44 Sir.Brilliant - excellent chapter as usual, but I have a few little things to point out. 1. [quote]Knowing that any hand to hand combat would result in immediate death, the Spartans simply ran past them and headed for the elevator to the bridge.[/quote] This is not true, as the Spartans could easily incapacitate the marines rendering them harmless. Think back to The fall of Reach when John first meets Cortana and fights the ODST's. 2. [quote]Will was more creative, catching a bullet fired at him and throwing it into the firing marine’s hand,[/quote] We all know the Spartans are fast, but [i]catching[/i] a bullet? The Spartans are capable of dodging rounds, but I'm not sure about catching them. Other than that, excellent chapter. I'm glad Ackerson has been stopped![/quote] Well, that fight in TFOR was without the MJOLNIR armor, and was when mc was much younger. in fact, it was right after he recieved the enhancements. chances were that he gained much strength since then, and the addition of the armor would at least triple whatever he had before. as for catching a bullet, why not? we all know how coordinated the spartans are, and that they could probably measure where a bullet would end up based on the placement of the gun and the aim it had. Plus with the shields up, the bullet would just bounce off, so he could theoretically catch that. i had a chapter, i think it was 22, where the spartans were waiting to recieve new weapons, and i explained how well they understood the physics behind it.

Awesome!

Sir.Brilliant - excellent chapter as usual, but I have a few little things to point out. 1. [quote]Knowing that any hand to hand combat would result in immediate death, the Spartans simply ran past them and headed for the elevator to the bridge.[/quote] This is not true, as the Spartans could easily incapacitate the marines rendering them harmless. Think back to The fall of Reach when John first meets Cortana and fights the ODST's. 2. [quote]Will was more creative, catching a bullet fired at him and throwing it into the firing marine’s hand,[/quote] We all know the Spartans are fast, but [i]catching[/i] a bullet? The Spartans are capable of dodging rounds, but I'm not sure about catching them. Other than that, excellent chapter. I'm glad Ackerson has been stopped!

Wow....good work Brillant.....This book has all the action of a Official halo novel......Keep it up man.....

What? why is ack shooting at the covies y did nt they communucate y do they have such a ship y?whats with the guardiens im confused

****** As the boarding craft left, the five Covenant warships split up, each keeping a large distance from the Black Star. It was not normally the way of Sangheili to withhold themselves from a fight, but more important matters rested upon their shoulders. It was enough that time was being wasted here, instead of being at the Arbiter’s side. The Supreme Commander looked at the trajectory of the human ship, and saw its desired target. The Faith was not fast enough to keep the humans at bay, and would soon be destroyed. A difficult choice awaited the Commander: Allow one of his vessels to perish to possibly save the rest, with no honor, or to attack with all the ships in his command and have a greater chance of death, but have an honorable one. There had never been an instance in which his command would cause others to die without honor. A confusion he had never felt clouded his mind and memories of the past came to him. It had only been many revolutions before that such an error had caused him to lose his upper left mandible. The memory of returning to his home with the mark of shame had caused him to hide in seclusion for too much time. It was his life and the life of his team, or their honor and imminent death. His error had cost him the mandible, and the shame to his family. I will not err again. “All vessels, prepare to engage the human ship. Target weapons systems and engines if possible. But destroy it if necessary.” The Faith turned around and opened fire on the Black Star, whose shields blocked the plasma bolt. It then fired a single round that tore through the Faith’s shields and its hull, utterly destroying the vessel. The four others began to converge on the Black Star, which opened fire on the rest. Blue light streamed from it in a familiar color and pattern, and when it connected to the shields, the Commander knew why it was so. It resembled their own plasma rifle. The shields of the vessels dropped like those of his own armor against such fire. “Bring us about. Fire volley’s from generators one and four.” Plasma filled the sky and found its target, but still couldn’t penetrate its shields. It fired all three of its Mac cannons at the Birthing Soul, which was left dead in space only moments later. Salvo’s of missiles streaked from the Black Star onto all of the Preeminent vessels and struck them all, making them know that they were not forgotten. The Commander now thought whether his decision was right, but he dismissed it almost immediately. Instead, his thoughts turned to a successful mission to his new allies. ****** Nobody had spotted the Spartans yet, and they climbed up eight levels already. It was starting to seem more and more like a trap, but remembering Ackerson from the questioning John received after his mission on Cote D’Azure, Ackerson might still be arrogant enough to make a trap for them on the bridge, where they wanted to be. They continued on, and at the tenth level, the motion sensor showed at least ten targets, all patrolling the area, walking back and forth. From what they knew, there was no other way around. Pointing at the door leading into the hallway with the guards, John looked back at his team and took out a pistol. They all followed suit. He made sure nobody was using the exceedingly powerful M6D pistol, even though he had it holstered. The M6C was enough for their purposes. As the doors opened, Fred and Will took down the first three guards, shooting only for their gun hands. James and John stepped out and took two more down keeping their aim high and for no vitals. When the marines opened fire however, it was with fully automatic weaponry. Jumping for cover back in the corridor from which they came and on the opposite side, the Spartans took turns looking over and placing a single shot at any given target. When the area was clear of all hostiles with weapons, the marines started to attack head on. Knowing that any hand to hand combat would result in immediate death, the Spartans simply ran past them and headed for the elevator to the bridge. Spotting the round lowered elevator, they all reloaded their pistols one at a time and stepped in. Fred keyed the console, which immediately denied him access to the bridge. He typed on it more, then turned and looked at everyone else. Not knowing what to make of it, Fred simply smashed the console to the microprocessors from which it was made, and the system’s failsafes started working, elevating the lift. As it reached the top, each Spartan held out their pistols at arm height, and realized that it was a trap. At least twenty marines carrying the new SB73’s aimed directly at the Spartans, and Ackerson turned the Captain’s chair, showing himself. “Drop your weapons, and you won’t be fired upon.” A devilish smile came through Ackerson’s face, and the Spartans let go of their pistols. But when they hit the ground, they all spread out and attacked the marines. James grabbed the closest one and bent her gun in half, then threw her into another. Linda hit and broke one’s femur, then grabbed his gun and fired two rounds into another’s arms. Fred managed to smash two marines into each other and knock them both unconscious while head butting another behind him. Will was more creative, catching a bullet fired at him and throwing it into the firing marine’s hand, then stomping on his foot, and using his other hand to squeeze the arm of another marine. John focused on Ackerson, running after him and pushing any marines out of his way. A few still able marines fired at him and dropped his shields, and John grabbed the M6D and downed them quickly, then shot a round into Ackerson’s leg. By the time he reached the fallen Colonel, the rest of the bridge was clear of hostiles, and only the original bridge crew was still there. “Open a channel on all F-band frequencies. We have taken the Black Star, and she is non-hostile. I repeat, she is non-hostile. Recall all fighters and cease fire. This ship is now under my control, effective immediately.” “They won’t listen to you, Spartan!” Ackerson turned over and tried to get up, but failed and crawled away from John slowly. “This crew is loyal to me, not to your treasonous rampage. Three of your ships have already been destroyed, and there’s only two left to take down.” “Actually sir, you’re only half right.” A marine at the helm stood up and walked over to John and Ackerson. “Thank you Master Chief for ridding of this problem. What orders do you have, sir?” “No, no no no no,” Ackerson jumbled, shaking his head and repeating himself. “You’re a treasonous snake too, aren’t you lieutenant. Then you can burn with the rest of them!” He pulled out a pistol and pulled the trigger, but John had managed to get in the way of the bullet, which fell to the ground after hitting his shields. Ackerson kept firing until John was right on top of him and grabbed his right hand which held the gun. Turning his hand around, the gun now pointed at Ackerson, and John placed it right at his head. Ackerson resisted, but it was no use against the Spartan’s strength. He pushed the barrel of the gun right into Ackerson’s forehead. “Give me one good reason you shouldn’t pull this trigger.” A cold sweat broke out on Ackerson’s face, and John’s temperature scanners seemed to show an increase of heat down by his crotch area, which began to cool quickly. “Court martial?” “Good idea. Get him off the bridge and into the brig, lieutenant.” “Right away, sir.” “Report?” “Sir, shields are failing at 17%. Engine systems are down to 36%, and weapons systems five through eight are down. Fighter squadrons are down 50%. And we’ve managed to find the signal sent by the unidentified ship that entered the gravity well.” Unidentified ship? Signal? “Show me.” The tactical display gave a video recording of the triangular Forerunner ship he’d been on only a short time ago. It entered some portal, one he’d never seen before. “Explanation for the signal.” “Unknown. I believe it’s how they activated the portal to be opened to travel through.” “If that’s so, sent it directly into the gravity well. Then tell the rest of the fleet to follow us in.” “Signal away sir. Plotting course as soon as portal opens.” A few moments later, a magnificent light took over every monitor on the bridge. The colors astounded everyone, stunning even the Spartans. Linda walked down next to John and held on to the handlebar in front of the captain’s chair. “It’s beautiful,” she said. He couldn’t agree more.

****** “Commander, the vessel is the same one that left when we entered the Holy world’s space.” “Interesting. Keep enough distance from it so they cannot fire upon us. And bring the humans here. They must be spoken with before taking action against this new predicament.” The Supreme Commander scrutinized the unknown vessel, but was unable to determine anything from it. “I have never seen a ship of that classification. Scan it.” “Scanning…Commander, I do not believe our scanners can penetrate that vessel’s hull. Preliminary scans show nothing. It has set an intercept course for us.” “Match it and keep our distance the same.” The bridge doors opened and the human’s entered. They came in quietly and awaited instruction. “Do any of you recognize this vessel?” All of them turned to the view screen and examined it, and three of the humans pushed through for a closer look. “Yeah, I’ve seen that ship before. It’s one of ours.” “Excellent. Then you may contact it and inform them of the new treaties, and they will join us.” “Wait,” John cut in, “I’ve never seen that class warship before. What is it?” “I don’t know, sir. When we were out there fighting, a huge EMP blast knocked most of our ships out, and a lot of theirs as well. I came out fine, and that ship came out of nowhere, destroying anything that moved. They were ours, but I don’t know anything more than that except for the Super Mac cannon in it, and that it has three regular Mac cannons on it as well, including a huge complement of fighters and an array of weaponry that we’ve never seen before.” “This will only help end the struggle faster. Contact them, and there will be no fighting.” The Commander typed a few keys on a console near them, then nodded to the humans. John stepped forward. “This is Spartan -117 to the UNSC attack ship. Please respond.” A moment of silence passed by, giving the Preeminent ship an eerie feeling, when a response broke through the silence. “Human traitors, this is the Black Star, the most advanced warship in existence. I, Colonel Ackerson, order your Covenant ships to stand down and be boarded immediately, or be destroyed for crimes against the human race. I repeat, surrender or be destroyed.” Looking back at his Spartans and the marines, they all were clueless how to respond. The message left them dumbfounded, all thought simply stopping for a moment. John felt as though his brain shut down and restarted, and waited a second for it to reboot. “Why do these humans call you traitors?” “Unknown. I’ll find out now. Black Star, we are not traitors. I repeat, we are not traitors. A treaty has been made with the Covenant, and we are currently at peace with one sect. Stand down and do not engage. We will not open fire.” “You leave me no choice, Spartans. I knew from the start that Dr. Halsey was wrong for the job, and now I’ve been proven right. No treaties have been made; you’ve sided with the enemy, seeing that the human race was going to fall. But you were wrong, weren’t you? And now, I, Colonel James Ackerson, sentence all traitors and their allies to death for the highest crimes against humanity. May God have mercy on your souls. Open fire when ready.” The bridge of the vessel began to stir as the crew converged on their consoles, determining possible attack vectors and defensive positions for their fleet. John finally was able to think again, and desperately needed a plan. “Commander, with the firepower that Helstrum said, can these five ships take on the Black Star?” “We lack the necessary information. He stated that more armaments were in its arsenal, although they are not known to us. Therefore, we cannot know.” “Ok, are there boarding ships here?” “Yes, there are boarding craft available. Stay out of the Black Star’s range and send our boarding party along with a few others, all being covered by any fighter craft you have. We’ll go in and take control of it.” “Are you sure that is wise? If it is faster than our forces, it will be fired upon, and possibly destroyed.” “It’s our best chance, as long as we don’t know what its true capabilities are. Send several decoy boarding craft out and we’ll all take one. In the meantime, split up; make it go for one ship at a time. Give us the time we need and we’ll send you a communiqué when we’ve gained control.” ****** The last time John had been inside a Covenant boarding craft was back on the Cairo before finding the second Halo ring. And it was only to take out a few targets that he didn’t want the marines to miss, so he didn’t get a good view of it. This was as close up as he’d ever wanted to go. Drifting in space with only four other Spartans, John couldn’t help but not be at ease. Being in space with no protection or knowing what was going on and being helpless was the worst thing for anybody. A necessary evil, he reminded himself. Each trip like this he’d wished was the last, but it never seemed to be. Looking at his Spartans, he knew that they all thought the same thing. Sending the Seraph fighters to protect the decoy’s only was a daring move on his part, but he knew if anything from the description attacked their boarding craft, a couple of fighters wouldn’t have helped. But at the moment, he just hoped that they wouldn’t pick up on their plan. Holding only state of the art weaponry and too much ammunition for this mission than any of them wanted, John tried to think of a way to not kill anyone. All he needed to do was take control of the bridge and force them to stand down, at least for a short time while the rest of the fleet got into position to board safely and stop any further problems. If at all possible, maybe only Ackerson felt that the Spartans were traitors, and the rest of the crew was just afraid to disobey his orders. John knew how fear played a large part in any such role, unless the crew was completely loyal to his cause. But he highly doubted that, because Ackerson’s cause was selfish and not very logical, while his own provided a path to survival for anybody on board with the brainpower to comprehend it and listen. Under strict orders, only pistols and assault rifles with good accuracy were allowed on this mission. He didn’t want any death’s that could be avoided, so no shotguns, rocket launchers, grenades, or sniper rifles. Linda argued at first, but he reminded her that the sniper rounds could knock off any limb she aimed at, and that was also too much for his taste. The boarding craft attached itself to the hull and pushed all the Spartans into one another briefly, all of them giving a sigh of relief. They quickly worked to cutting a hole in the hull of the ship, which was completely black. No ship ever seen or made had been black, mainly because the UNSC had always wanted ease with seeing their own ships. This, however, was the exception to the rule. The cutting tools were standard for any boarding craft, but they didn’t seem to work completely against the hull of this ship. Pushing it harder did no good, so they threw it in the back of the boarding craft, and started beating the hull. If it was stronger than their MJOLNIR armor, then there was no chance for the Covenant fleet, and they would have to find another way in. It finally started to give way when James kicked it, and the rest followed suit quickly. Soon, it was bent in suck a way that they were able to grab the middle and pull it out, thus cutting a small portion of the hull and spreading it out from the middle. When they made it large enough for any of them to get through, they piled out. Scanning the interior of the ship showed nothing out of the ordinary. It looked like a standard UNSC warship, although some of the tech seemed updated. They were in the air filtration room, and plants littered it. “Looks like we can take a breath of fresh air,” James joked. “Radio silence from here out. Hand signals only. Fred, Will, you have point. Linda, watch the rear. Let’s go.” Closing in on the doorway out, motion sensors detected lots of movement outside of it. They must be looking for us. But there was only one exit out of the room, and they were all too large in their armor to crawl through the air ducts. After a few minutes, there was only one blip on the motion sensor, and John decided it was time to go. Crouch walking towards the door, it automatically opened, but none of them left the room. Motion sensors showed the blip moving closer to inspect the open door. When John spotted a man peeping his head through, they grabbed him and threw him inside, then cleared the door so it would close. “How do we get to the bridge?” “There’s no way I’m telling you traitors!” Linda took a step closer. “Maybe you’d like to tell a lady?” He gave her a look that could kill, and she returned the favor. She grabbed his index finger and broke it in three places. Will covered his mouth as he screamed. “Now will you tell me, or do I have to make sure that this entire hand will never be used again?” Now breathing very hard and sweating, the man’s eyes darted left and right, looking for a way out. Linda grabbed another finger and was about to squeeze when he screamed “Okay, okay! Go up ten levels and past four doors. There’s a special elevator to it there, but only bridge crew can activate it.” “That’s better.” Linda smiled, then tapped the man on the head, which had enough force to give him a concussion, but it was difficult to accomplish lighter movements with the suit. He dropped, and Will laid him on the ground. No blips showed up on their motion sensors, and they left the room, and followed the instructions given. For a moment, John thought that the marine could have been lying, but looking back at the memory of his face, he thought against it. Only the hardest marines wouldn’t crack from such torture, something that no Spartan enjoyed doing, but they knew it would work best with the time restraint they had.