just click on the link in my sig that goes to the_ark group. the entire story is up there, straight through and in perfect condition. or as perfect as i've made it, which is crap compared to perfection.

Here aere some places u can go for that 1. Join the Ark_Group, there u will find the entire story posted with no interruption 2. I belive he has the whole story posted start to present somewhere in here 3. There is a web site that is not up now, but will be were u can go read and disscuss the story

Sir_Brilliant could you please create links to each chapter you've made of your story on this post. It's a tedious task searching for each chapter of this 153 page post. I'm very lazy. Your story is cool. Thanks - HOTPEE.

Great chapter. Alot of action. Nice to see the fighter pilots getting some credit. Might want to edit that speed stuff. Cant wait for more

Ahhh yes, Earthworm Jim. I fondly remember that guy. By the way, another top-notch chapter. I liked that ending line where the guy said he wasn't going anywhere till he got 500 kills. [Edited on 5/9/2005]

ok, sorry about the speed. hellmunky's right about the g-forces, cause when the acceleration is displacing you, therefore putting force on you. anyways, i'm not used to the metric system yet, even though it makes a ton more sense, but whatever. i'm workin on it. and i didn't finish the chapter because i wanted to play some good space flight sims/fighting games like descent freespace and xwing vs tie fighter. and maybe earthworm jim. just for fun.

You can sustain gravatational forces through Newtons Second Law of Motion (or the first). It all has to do with inertia. Also 500-600kph is still to slow compared ot todays jets. A modern jet can get to Mach 2 or 3 easy. Plus the speed of sound is around 700 mph. If a jet is going Mach 2 or 2700 kph right now why make them slower. Also you can go hella fast in soace because there is no friction.

[quote]his new high speed came near 200 kph, which was damned fast, unless he didn’t make it. Running into at least 10 other ships and the hull of the capital ship he was still in, his timer read 7 seconds. At least 5 g’s were on him right now[/quote] I'm sorry but 200 kph isn't that fast. It's something like 102.5 miles per hour. You would imagine that the fighters would be flying faster then that. At least 500-600 kph. And how could he feel G's? In space there isn't any gravity, and gravity is needed for G's. But the story was good. You had better chapters, but nonetheless it's a good chapter.

Just Read the first part. It was great. Its late though so ill read the whle thing later. Cant wait looks good. Cya later

nice chapter lots of action

“That’s right Sach. Each one should be able to wipe out a capital class piece-o-crap from here to kingdom come. There’s a 20 second fuse on each one, so after you fire it, be sure to get you’re ass out of there. Otherwise, you’ll just make the fire bigger.” “Got it sir! Give us a target and I’ll send ‘em back where they came.” “That’s what I want to hear. Two targets right now, one at 1 o’ clock, the other at-” “Sir, bogies coming in fast, at three- by one o’ clock!” “Scatter. Jan and Sach, take out those bastards. I’m goin in for the kill. Ramirez, give me cover.” The Covenant cruiser ahead was at least two and half clicks long, hurling molten plasma at a nearby frigate. Seraph fighters poured out a small hole on the bottom, and he found his destination. He sent the nav point to Ramirez, who rocketed ahead and let loose on the Seraph fighters with a barrage of missiles, crippling few and making the rest crash into them. A line of fire seemed to come out of the vessel, and Helstrum turned his Ulysses to fly right into that opening. Fire swooped all around the meager ship, and more Seraph fighters poured out of the opening. Avoiding them took all his effort and concentration, but he managed to hold the ship together. The confused Covenant fighters avoided him as well, not having any idea what it was, and he gave them no chance to worry about it. Light poured through, and the end was near. The Ulysses fighter quickly turned upright and saw hundreds of Seraph fighters and thousands of Covenant troops in the huge landing bay, at least ten times the size of Reach’s. Pulling up one of the safety cover’s on his control panel, Helstrum punched the key, letting loose all hell. Now Seraph fighters, as well as another small ship he’d never seen before, were firing at him, and his Ulysses wasn’t plasma friendly. Hitting the afterburners, he pulled the stick as hard as he could up, trying to get out of the enemy ship. “Missile away everyone! Get outta here now!” The opening he initially came out from started to close, and his fighter craft rocketed towards it, not exactly fitting through. The doors broke and the hull shook violently, but he kept control. There were still Seraph’s inside the tunnel, going too slow for his taste. But his afterburners were dead, and there was no time to wait for them to recharge. “Computer, send all energy to engines!” The balances system was thrown off completely, but his new high speed came near 200 kph, which was damned fast, unless he didn’t make it. Running into at least 10 other ships and the hull of the capital ship he was still in, his timer read 7 seconds. At least 5 g’s were on him right now, but he knew he wouldn’t make it with this speed. The afterburners were only a quarter charged, but that had to be enough. Then a plan struck him. One unfortunate Seraph fighter he passed started firing upon his Ulysses, but exploded violently, the missiles he fired that moved slower than he did hitting their target. His speed increased and the afterburners were on full throttle, as well as the engines. The ship whined, but he’d make it. I’d better make it. I’ve lost enough ships already. Reaching the end with only three seconds left, the frigate he passed before was smoldering, nothing but a wreckage now. The nine g’s he pulled started to make Helstrum black out, but he kept pushing on the throttle, and then felt the shockwave of the blast. The fighter was flung away, and it spun radically. All control was lost for a good ten seconds, and then he caught the control and slowed to a halt. Breathing in deeply, Helstrum sighed, and then yelled. “Hell yeah! Mark another one for me!” “Sir! Nice work, but we’ve still got more work to do.” “Then lets get to it Ramirez. Get Jan and Sach over here. I’ve got two more puppies waiting to leave their cage, and so do the three of you. And I’m not leaving anywhere till I get 500 kills.”

“Son, I want to you patch me through to the entire fleet. The entire fleet will be split up into six groupings. All fighters and bombers will now be registered as group Alpha, and will be led by Commander Helstrum. The fighter’s will be responsible for giving cover to any and all bombing fleets, who in turn will immobilize any possible capital vessels possible, or at least take out their weapons. Any remaining fighters will give cover to out larger ships and take out any of those seraph fighters.” “Group Beta will be all Super Mac Stations, both those orbiting the Earth and Moon, as well as any ships incapacitated and were set to long-range battle only. This group is the power behind every attack, and will coordinate with all other groups to find weaknesses in the Covenant battle structure or among certain vessels. I will lead this group.” “Groups Gamma, Delta, Epsilon and Omega will consist of all remaining vessels. All vessels should remain mobile at all times. All Corvettes and frigates should coordinate each attack with at least one other ship to make the damage hurt, as well as finish off anything quickly. No ship goes alone, anywhere, at any time. If you’re vessel looses all weapons systems and is unable to make field repairs, then initiate an overload of the core and set a collision course for the largest Covenant bastard near you, and get the hell out of there. Fleet Admiral Harper will command these groups or set another to lead them.” Sighing, Lord Hood knew that he was doing the right thing. There was only one thing left unfinished, the most important one of all. “Today will be the last day for many of us. But this day will never be forgotten. I’ve seen the way those alien bastards fight and there isn’t a single reason in the universe that we wouldn’t send their sorry asses back to whatever whole they crawled out of. I won’t lie to you. They’re strong, they’re powerful, and on almost every account we’ve been pushed back farther and farther here and now have nothing left. Nothing left but Earth.” “Earth. The cradle of Humanity. The one place they want, but we can’t ever let them have. Many of you think this is the last time you’ll ever see that blue planet again, or at least while its still blue. But no, we will win. As long as any single one of us is breathing, we will keep fighting, and never surrender. Nothing can make us lose. So let’s show them what the hell we’re here to do! Lets show them that they’re first mistake was messing with the UNSC! Cause in the Core, we never back down! In fact, I’ve already got a declaration for they’re defeat written out, waiting on my desk for them to sign it. And I won’t stop fighting until I see some squid gibberish on it.” Making a cutting motion across his neck, the Comm. Officer tapped a few keys, and then started clapping. The entire bridge followed, with cheers and whistles coming from every direction. They were pumped up, ready to fight, and give their lives if necessary. “Settle down people! We’ve got a job to do.” He looked back out the window, and out to the stars. They had never been more beautiful. ****** Going 78 kph didn’t usually feel slow, but flying in his squadron at that mid-range speed today seemed very different than normal. Hell, today’s a lot different than normal. Norman Helstrum turned the stick of the Ulysses-class fighter gently left, bringing him about. The rest of the ships in his company followed suit perfectly, almost bringing a tear to his eye. Yeah right. “Hey flyboy, what’s the status with those dropships?” he said over the comm. It wasn’t to any specific pilot in his company or even the entire fleets-worth of fighter craft, but he still wanted the answer. “Sir! All dropships and boarding parties have been taken care of, sir!” “Good. Everyone who needs repair and refit better do it now, cause you ain’t gettin a chance later on.” “Yes sir! Right away sir!” The same voice of a whiney sounding pilot went through his ears, both annoying him and noting that someone listened. Helstrum hated things like that, where something he liked and hated came in the same package. Like his wife… “Why don’t you take the pole out, Sach. I think the Commander’s had enough ass-kissing for one day.” “Shut the hell up Jan. Nobody asked for you’re opinion.” “That’s right, I’m sponsored by the rest of the UNSC to make sure people like you can do something well other than brown-nose higher ranked officers.” “Can it you two! Get back for refit now, and I don’t want to hear another one of you’re pansy ass’s making another peep unless its you getting blown up. Understood?” They both said in unison “Yes sir”. He knew that everyone else was laughing their asses off, and he would too, if the high rank he had didn’t keep him from it. Thankfully they were smart enough to keep their comm. systems off, because if he heard all the laughter he might have joined in. Not the greatest thing to have on your military record that you laughed at lower officers. The ship roared across the empty space, and he set the controls to auto-pilot to the nearest capital ship. Letting go of the control, Helstrum reached down into his right pocket and pulled out a pocket knife, showing the blade and making ready to use it. On the left wall of the small fighter craft, rows of lines were scratched into the interior of the ship. Tediously scrapping off bare metal with his titanium knife, three more bars were placed on the wall. How many is that, 400 yet? Damn, I can’t count all of these now. And I don’t really want to either. I’ll get that tight-ass Sach to count them for me. I’m sure he’ll be more than willing to. One cruiser grew on his screen, and kept growing until it filled it completely. The side wall read “Reach”. The paint looked pretty knew, and several faded out letters continued along the hull. Changed after we lost it. Wonder what it was before. “This is Commander Helstrum, coming in for repair and refit.” “Authorizing. The gates are opening, Commander. Have a nice stay with us at the Birmin-, I mean, the Reach.” Helstrum chuckled at the light humor of the AI construct aboard, who obviously had more of a sense of humor than most of the guys out here. They’re all war heroes or dead soldiers. No comedic sidekicks or roles of any kind. The ship went through a large opening, and then stopped momentarily for the room to pressurize. The hatch above opened and he flew to where the arrows pointed to, seeing a group of marines who weren’t doing anything. Picking up the speed, warning lights blinked on his HUD, but he didn’t care. The marines in front around 300 meters still didn’t notice him, but they were about to. The small fighter immediately hit the brakes, using the air resistance as a huge force against the ship’s inertia. The ground shook and tools fell off of tables and all the marines turned to look, only to jump out of the way. Helstrum stopped just three meters short of them, popped open his cockpit and shoved himself free of the seat. “Hey kids, got a little free time on you’re hands?” A couple of them mumbled something under their breath, but ran the tubes and weapons into the Ulysses fast enough for him to let them off easy. Helstrum was about to sit back down when he saw one of them sneaking away. “Hey, you!” The kid turned around and was wearing a flight jacket, and was obviously not supposed to be here. “What are you doing in here still?! If I don’t see you with you’re hunk of metal outside this ship yesterday, you’re gonna have to worry about a lot more than the Covenant. Got that?!” He nodded and ran off, too quick, and probably for his own good. Kids. Hell, I don’t even know why the let them fight. I’d better keep an eye on that one. Red light flashed through the landing bay and a voice came over the PA, that of Lord Hood. “Slipspace ruptures! Covenant are attacking. All hands to battle stations!” “Get that stuff done now! I’m outta here!” Dropping back into the cockpit, he grabbed the latch and shut the top, pressurizing the vessel. All systems showed green, and he took off. Flying fast again triggered the fail-safe’s and warning, all of which he ignored, and left the Reach. Seeing the outside gave him a shock, with the huge amount of Covenant vessels that jumped into the system. Hundreds of them were around, all firing their weapons and meaning business. “Computer, open comm. channel. All fighters and bombers, group up and attack in waves of at least five. Give cover to anyone who needs it, especially to the bombers. All bombers, find where the Covenant’s largest ships and blow the hell out of them. Wait for them to fire their weapons then go through their shields if you can, and set proximity mines. They will be expecting us. And give ‘em a warm welcome. This is their first visit to Earth.” Pushing down on the afterburners, Helstrum felt three, then five g’s on him, but he didn’t slow down. His lance mates were coming about, following his lead. “We’re looking for any Covenant bastard letting loose their seraph fighters, they’ll make easy targets to take out. I’ve armed all of our ships with tactical nukes, but you can’t fire it anywhere but inside the Covenant ships.” “Wait, you mean we’re going in them?” [Edited on 5/8/2005]

Ok, here's the next chapter, or at least part one of it. Its pretty long, so i cut it down to parts. I'll get part 2 up soon. Chapter 15 1500 Oct. 21, 2552 Cairo Space Station, Orbiting Earth Bridge The deck felt cold and dry, and the world around was too estranged to comprehend completely. Admiral Hood stood on the bridge of the Cairo staring at the stars, not noticing any of the five repair teams in that room alone, as well as the huge maelstrom of vessels now on constant perimeter patrol. His only concern was the stars, the ones that were, are, and always will be there. The only constant in his universe, at least for the moment. Before, the UNSC was a constant to him. Even after losing most of its territory to the Covenant, the thought of the UNSC being completely gone, destroyed, obliterated…it was preposterous. Out of the question. In face, he didn’t know a single marine who would think differently, except for possibly the Spartans, which he also had his doubts about. Nevertheless, it was a past thought, one he would either learn much from or die trying. The star’s beauty comforted him, allowed him the moment of relaxation he needed so desperately. For the last 72 hours, his job consisted of either wiping out any remaining Covenant forces before they could make landfall or simply cleaning up the mess they made, neither which was his chosen line of work. He felt as though he wasn’t doing enough, as though he should pick up a gun and help out the marines under his command. It had been so long, and due to Hood’s admiral status and his exemplary line of duty, that he was appointed duty to EarthCore, where his life’s mission was to ensure the safety of Earth, under any and all circumstances. Of course, smarter and younger personnel were also part of the organization, so he had been given the honorary role of fleet commander. The first thought Hood had ten years back was simple. Do I want this? Hell yeah I do. Wouldn’t give it up for, well, the world. But now things were different. Now the battle was on his turf, his area of expertise, and yet he was not a true part of it. Most of the work done was from simply ordering the targets to fire at and when to fire. Sure, it was an important role to fulfill, but something that the shoes were not to large to step into, something a green lieutenant commander could achieve. Several large battle cruisers blocked his view then passed it, lights along their hull’s blinking. Even with such a fleet, the largest fleet ever seen in history was preparing to attack them, and they were at the wrong end of the trigger. There was no avoiding it, the only choice they had was to fight. But what was really bothering Hood was the special ONI ships going around and doing “special scans”. He had no idea what they were up to, and even when in direct contact with them, no answers were given. There were area’s marked where no UNSC ships could go, but he could not understand why. Whatever their up to, it’d better help us out. There were also several reports of missing vessels, but he didn’t have the time or resources to find them. And with a battle as big as it would be, a couple ships wouldn’t change the tide of battle in their favor. Not without more captains like Captain Keyes. The memory brought some comfort to him, Captain Keyes being one of the most renowned captains in the UNSC. His battles were known by all, stories that kids talked about at school. If only there were more like him… Hood suddenly realized how quiet the room was, and looked around, noting it completely empty. The repair crews must have finished their work here. The silence overtook him and he didn’t trust it. It seemed too quiet, as though he was in the eye of the storm. That’s when all hell broke loose. White light flooded his vision, the light from slipspace ruptures. Covenant vessels were jumping out of slipspace right in the middle of the orbital battle clusters, and their weapons looked hot and ready to fire. An old man found strength for himself, the fire burning within, keeping him from death. “All UNSC vessels, engage any and all enemy contacts! Open fire on any non-Human bastard flying in Earth-space! All super Mac stations, search for lead Covenant vessels and get them out of my sky.” Volleys of Covenant plasma were thrown at UNSC ships, but they sent back enough heavy fire to suppress a planet. The incoming fleet was small, around 30 ships, none that could be considered capital class. Something was amiss, because the first volley from the allied ships all but destroyed the small fleet, making them burn bright as the sun for a moment. Hood turned his head to the left, forcing himself to think. His eyes widened when he realized it. It’s a decoy! “All UNSC forces, we just destroyed the decoy and took the bait. Be ready to destroy any dropships and boarding parties that may enter the system.” No sooner had the words left his mouth that dropships let flew out in all directions, scattering across frigates, corvettes, cruisers, and orbital stations. Many lit up like firefly’s, then exhausted their oxygen and simply floated dead in space, but too many caught their targets and started deploying troops. “Send out all Longsword and Ulysses fighters to take out those dropships, even if they’re still attached to the hull of any ship. Those boarding parties have to be stopped, or they’ll wipe us out too easily.” Lord Hood turned to the tactical display that was positioned to his right, the large charted graph showing every Covenant and Human vessel alike, all on the two dimensional board. The decoy seemed to easy to rid of, as though the Covenant didn’t think the force defending earth would be anything to worry about. They were in for a big surprise. The bridge was now full of personnel, all at computer stations and operating as fast as they could. Hood couldn’t help but wish Cortana was around, knowing she would be able to do all their work, and maybe even his, and do a better job then all of them. “Status report.” “Sir, 90% of all vessels show optimal condition, 5% have sustained critical damage and may be out for the fight, and the rest have only minor damage. They are making field repairs now. 80% of all boarding parties were stopped before they could reach any target, and the rest are being taken care of now. There are too many reports to give a definite answer on that situation, but most reports seem positive.” The voice was that of a young woman, most likely in her mid 20’s. Strength carried through her voice, reassuring Lord Hood, who still held some doubts for victory. If every soldier held that strength… “I want you to find the rest of that fleet, and let me know everything about it. Ship sizes, amount, location, even their breakfasts. Our last run was a lucky one, and if we’re not ready this time, then we might as well hand our heads over on a silver platter. Send all ships with critical damage to the back ranks; we’ll use them for support and long-range fire. If they’re weapons are down, make sure they’re back up pronto.” “Aye aye, sir.” He looked over to the communications officer, a small man with large glasses, typing fast and loud. The screen reflected off his glasses, giving his eyes a blue glow.

the samurai is back

i'm hoping to finish it today...lol. it will be up before you kids go to sleep.

Hey Sir, i was just wondering, how long do you expect till the new chater is out? And no rush, just curious.

i dunno why you're having that problem lazarus, but i'm positive the site is fine and doesn't charge anything. i'll check again and join under a different screename, but it should work. pm me the technical issues you're having.

thx eagles5:)

Just join The_Ark group. Its posted there from start to finish with no replys from anyone Link in my sig

sry, brilliant but when i click the link in your sig i get send to some angel town stuff that says free hosting is over... and the link you wrote doesn't exist??? im at a total loss here:) It's just that when i put together your story it seems like im missing something...

no, the download is free. hell, i can't make you pay for it. that would make me in a ton of -blam!- due to copywrite infringement. if there's anything making you pay, then you're at the wrong site.

but you ahve to pay for it right? i wanna dl the story but i dont have the assets to justify that purchase or a credit card

ok, if you go to www.halotheark.com to download the story, you join the group, and then go into the forum and look for the thread "installments", then the subthread "installments". then click on the link there and you can download it easily.

Actually I would like to know if I somehow can download the entire story as a file?? or in zip version... I joined The Ark, but that site just keeps redirecting me for some reason... i end up all sorts of different places...

it's possible... but as for now only in custom games:) have fun!

Its a happy day for me.Im finally getting XBOX Live.Ive gotten my xbox fixed and have all the cords i need.Now i just need my dad to call me and give me his credit card number.I cant wait to bust out some halo 2 action on the new maps.If anyone is interested my gamertag will be Spartan J13.also is it possible to play 4 v.4 v.4 v.4 on warlock.If you could that would be awsome.maybe even with Multi flag CTF.