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[Novel] Halo 3: Insurrection (COMPLETE)
THE STUNNING CONCLUSION to Halo 3. Humanity and the Sangheili are once again at war, and with the two factions waist deep in each other's blood, who will stand against the ancient threat looming on the horizon?
One final hope remains. John 117.
Halo 3: Insurrection, with a riveting plot, familiar characters, new dynamic ones, and a divine mystery beneath it all.
[i]Completed as of September 13th, 2010.[/i]
[quote][i][url=http://tinyurl.com/halo-insurrection]PDF containing Halo 3: Insurrection in it's entirety, with added aesthetics and a more elegant layout[/url] - Full, heartfelt and undying thanks to AssaultCommand for painstakingly assembling this. Note: Best downloaded for optimum viewing.[/i][/quote]
[b]CHAPTER LISTING AND LINKS -[/b]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052500]Prologue + Part 1 - Awakening[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31077493]Part 2 - Trial[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31106823]Part 3 - Assassination[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31122799]Part 4 - The Unkillable Man[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31182513]Part 5 - The Heretic[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31234028]Part 6 - Home Sweet Home[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31311296]Part 7 - Revelation[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31418600]Part 8 - Judgement[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31550262]Part 9 - Escape[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31616231]Part 10 - A Touching reunion[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31870623]Part 11 - Evacuation time[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=32052074]Part 12 - A leader in Disgrace[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=4#32418487]Part 13 - The truth of it all[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=4#32791317]Part 14 - A long talk[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&postRepeater1-p=5#32996669]Part 15 - Onyx[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&postRepeater1-p=5#33156505]Part 16 - Arrival[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&postRepeater1-p=6#33235958]Part 17 - Disturbed slumber [/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&postRepeater1-p=6#33348519]Part 18 - A troublesome politician[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=7#33567314]Part 19 - Help from the lady in blue...[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=7#34131517]Part 20 - So it begins...[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=8#36169290]Part 21 - New Toys[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=8#36233652]Part 22 - The Ancient One[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=9#36420270]Part 23 - Rampant[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=9#36752357]Part 24 - The Covenant[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=9#36820033]Part 25 - Challenged[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=10#37043739]Part 26 - Nothing left to guard.[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=11#37595288]Part 27 - Spartans [i]can[/i] die[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=11#37650134]Part 28 - Prepare for Departure[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=12#38115804]Part 29 - Set in Motion[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=13#38234777]Part 30 - Standing up to the bully[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=14#38434649]Part 31 - United they stand firm[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=15#38846631]Part 32 - Protectors of Earth[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=16#39241720]Part 33 - An elegant armour from a more civilised time[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=17#39500032]Part 34 - Breach and clear[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=18#40397760]Part 35 - Buying Time[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=18#40561197]Part 36 - Return to the homestead[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=19#40638630]Part 37 - Rallying the troops[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=19#40761708]Part 38 - Infiltration[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=21#41130835]Part 39 - Are [i]you[/i] with humanity, Captain?[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=22#41451913]Part 40 - A Surgeon's operation[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=23#41613113]Part 41 - Death is not the end[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=23#41983510]Part 42 - Here be Monsters...[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=24#42470762]Part 43 - Thrown together[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=24#42724807]Part 44 - Well it's better than walkin'[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=25#42921116]Part 45 - Some small progress[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=26#43466462]Part 46 - Bad state of affairs[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=26#44048347]Part 47 - The Return[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=27#44214278]Part 48 - Pawns of a Parasite[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=28#end]Part 49 - Cole's triumph[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=29#44589893]Part 50 - Checkmate[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=30#44726504]Part 51 - Sacrifice[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=32#45174432]Part 52 - Aftermath[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&postRepeater1-p=37#46679787]Part 53 - Descent into Mortality[/url]
[b]EPILOGUE[/b]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&postRepeater1-p=40#47876789]Epilogue - Part 1[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31052475&postRepeater1-p=42#48921675]Epilogue - Part 2 (Conclusion)[/url]
[b]==COMPLETE==[/b]
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[Edited on 10.16.2010 5:38 PM PDT]
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Take your time as I stated before I would rather have a good well written part that a rushed bad one Cheers and whatnot
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] ajw34307 [quote]but this weekend I'm stopping over at a friend's house[/quote] You're what now?[/quote] Oops, I meant house. Haha,
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[quote]but this weekend I'm stopping over at a friend's hourse[/quote] You're what now?
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Well you see mate, and here's the thing, I don't actually have that much time on my hands to do it. And when I do have spare time, I just feel like playing some Halo 3 or something. Usually I try to bring out new parts on Saturdays, but this weekend I'm stopping over at a friend's house, so it'll have to be on a Sunday. I try my best, I really do. [Edited on 05.13.2009 1:52 PM PDT]
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I could really go for another part.....ETA please?
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INFO: Onyx was only partially destroyed by the FENRIS bombs. The outer shell (crust) of the planet was destoyed, but the interior are and frame of the planet remains intact. The Spartan teams that made it to the Dyson sphere were: Blue team Fred Kelly Linda Katana: All in Forerunner stasis pods. Sabre/Saber: Ash Mark Olivia Other: CPO Mendez Dr. Catherine Halsey Tom Lucy According to the Cole Protocol novel Grey Team are in deep space behind enemy lines. [Edited on 05.11.2009 11:50 PM PDT]
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] ajw34307 Onyx was a Forerunner Shield World made out of trillions of Sentinels. The Spartan, Kurt, detonated 2 FENRIS bombs destroying the world and leaving behind a Micro-Dyson Sphere. Dr Halsey, Team Katana, Grey Team and the other Spartans are trapped there.[/quote] They are? i didn't think they were, I thought they were on Earth.. Am I confusing your story for another one? Anyway, this Onyx thing should clear some things up for me, I didn't read the book.
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Wolver, you've done a very excellent job.(I've only read up to part Four, that's just for now though, I'm interested to continue,) :D
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oh wow, I love this story, Wolver. Please keep it up.
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Grey team? Ah, I haven't read the Cole Protocol.... Hmm, this could take some thought. Edit - 100th post! Not as much as Memoirs, but still, I'm incredibly happy. [Edited on 05.09.2009 2:00 PM PDT]
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Onyx was a Forerunner Shield World made out of trillions of Sentinels. The Spartan, Kurt, detonated 2 FENRIS bombs destroying the world and leaving behind a Micro-Dyson Sphere. Dr Halsey, Team Katana, Grey Team and the other Spartans are trapped there.
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Can someone explain the Onyx thing to me I didn't read the books but I really liked that part...great job wolver
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********************** "So, how exactly did you survive? That laser blast hit you full on." The Master Chief asked Sergeant Johnson, as they both sat down together in the corner of the ship. Avery paused, and slowly stuck yet another cigar in his mouth. He began chewing in thought. "Well Chief, let's just say I'm not just another marine." He replied wryly. "I'll say." John replied, referring to all of the times Johnson had saved his ass since they first landed on Alpha Halo, all those months ago. "No no no, I don't mean skill wise. I mean physically." Came a frustrated reply, and John smiled within his helmet. He'd managed to bait Johnson into further conversation. "Oh?" He said, innocently. "Yeah, well, there's no easy way to put this Chief, but you won't believe me unless I tell you the story first." The Spartan patiently awaited the story, and leaned forward, interested. "Well, back when I was young, I joined the corps. You yourself would have been just a bit younger than me Chief. Anyway, when I signed up,, rather than being shipped off to basic, I got assigned to a Project, named Project ORION. I hadn't been told a great deal about it, but the pay was good, and apparently I was an ideal candidate, whatever the hell that meant." "Anyway, I had to sign a whole bunch of non-disclosure agreements, all of which I'm breaking right now. At first, I and the other three hundred or so newly signed up soldiers were just doing training, which for some reason was a lot harder and more taxing than the training I've overseen since then. Also, we'd have to study as well; we were taught by some smart A.I." This sounded very familiar to John, and he got a strange feeling in his gut. "Anyway, a bit later on, they said they'd make us stronger, faster, and smarter than the other Marines. But we'd have to volunteer for it, and not sue if anything, and I quote "Was to occur during the safe procedure." "I accepted, as did most of the others. Anyway, they injected us with a whole bunch of chemicals, and left us to stew for a little bit. But apparently, something went wrong. Many of my friends were killed or deformed, and I was one the few to make it out okay. Sure, like they said I was stronger, faster, and smarter than the other marines, but out of three hundred, only ten of us were left, 5 of whom were deformed. Naturally, the Spooks overseeing the project were horrified with the results. The project had been an utter and total failure." "Anyway, they pulled some strings with the UNSC, and got us reassigned to nice, cosy positions in the corps. We were good, but we weren't the super soldiers they'd hoped we would be. So they covered us up, and I became Sergeant." "As for Project Orion, it was put on hold. That is until it was started up again by one Catherine Halsey. This time, she said it would work. I was one of the few to know about it, still being linked to the Project, and naturally I opposed it. No one listened. But I guess the Doctor was right, it did work. After all, living prove of that sits before me." "Me?" John asked in confusion. "Of course. Ever wonder why I strived so hard to get along with you Chief, despite the fact that behind your back, other Marines shunned you and called you, no offence, a freak of nature? It's because I was glad to see another like me. A newer model, admittedly, but still, I felt a connection." "You mean to say you're a Spartan?" John asked in disbelief. Before Johnson could reply however, the Arbiter strode into the room, a satisfied look on his face. "Spartan, Sergeant, I ran the co-ordinates for the scheduled slip space jump through the Spirit's Battle net, and I turned up some results. Apparently, the destination is a human world, one which the Covenant expressed a great deal of interest in." "Well Arby, what's it called?" Avery said, standing up. "According to the battle net, you humans call it Onyx."
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********************* Sirens began wailing across the UNSC Soul of ice, and Marines rushed to the Longsword and Short sword fighter jets in the hanger bay. From his comfy seat in the Destroyer's observation deck, the recently appointed Lord Eden observed calmly the incoming Elite ships. Ten of them, fully armed to the brim. Eden allowed himself a slight laugh, and brought up to his eye level the Champagne he was drinking. He admired the way the raging sunlight reflected off the glass' surface, and took a sip. The alcohol was nearly 2000 years old, dating back to medieval times. It tasted good. Suddenly, the large intercom in the corner of the room squawked, and the voice of a nervous man came out of it, the quality was supreme, nothing but the best for him. It sounded as if the man was in the same room as him, which of course was impossible. No on entered Eden's observatory deck unless they had a damn good reason to. "Lord Eden sir, we've got ten ships heading down to Earth, your orders?" The man spoke. Eden took another sip of his Martini, and reclined further back into his chair. "What's your name son?" He asked in a laid back tone, holding down the button which turned on the microphone next to him on the old Georgian mantelpiece, which was complete with a glossy sheen. "Em....Lieutenant Daniels sir, first class. I'm on board the London sir. Should I give the order to the rest of the Orbital Defence Platforms to fire?" When Daniels said London, he had meant the Orbital Defence Platform that was gridlocked into it's respective city. Eden felt a twinge of homesickness, he'd been born in London. "Fire at will Leftenant", Eden said, doing away with the American way of saying the rank. "No one is to be left alive, I want everyone on board those ships killed." There was silence as the young officer contemplated upon those orders, then spoke. "Aye sir." The line went dead. Lord Eden put his feet up on the jewel encrusted footrest near him, and waited for the fireworks. He didn't have to wait long. Soon, the stars outside were blocked by metal rounds as every gridlocked Platform in the Northmen equator fired their Mark V MAC guns at the threat. They knocked clean through the shimmering energy shields of the Elite ships, and tore through all ten. A few moments later, they all exploded in a flash of blue thunder. Eden clapped his hands in delight, finishing of the Martini in a single go, and popping the olive in his mouth. He loved the sight of a good explosion. "Excellent work Leftenant." He shouted boisterously down the microphone. "I think I'll write you up a promotion to Captain. Yes, Captain Daniels, sounds rather good doesn't it? Now, carry on with the good work. Oh, and order our Zero-G troops to finish off any stranglers who may ave survived. Eden out." Before the Lieutenant could get in a word of thanks, Eden terminated the line once again. He sighed in contentment, only 35 years old and already head of the UNSC forces. Life was good. [Edited on 02.16.2010 2:02 PM PST]
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[b]Part 14: A long talk[/b] John opened the mechanised door to the ships cockpit, and saw the Arbiter stood, looking out of the Spirit's window. A melancholy look was upon his face. "What's up?" John asked tentatively, in the same kind tone he would speak to fellow Spartans in. The Arbiter didn't answer immediately, instead giving a long, drawn out sigh. The Elite stared one last time at the asteroid cluster outside, then looked down at his feet. "Everything I have ever known has been a lie." He said bitterly. "The Prophet's lied to me, lied to everyone in the Covenant. They knew the truth about the Forerunners, and possibly the Precursors, and they kept it from us. My education, friendships, tactics; all these are based around a false religion. I myself am nothing but a lie. I don't even have a name any more, that was seen to by Truth. And he wrongly gave me this mark, nothing will ever hide it." There was silence for a few moments, then John spoke, placing an armoured hand upon his friend's shoulder. "Well Arbiter, what is your name? You've never told me." "...You really want to know?" The Arbiter asked in a puzzled voice. "Very well, once, I was known as Thel Vadamee', ruler of the state of Vadam; the state you were imprisoned in incidentaly. Then everything changed when I left for the Covenant. I was appointed Ship master, one of the highest ranks a Sangheili could be blessed with, and I, in my stupor, was blind to the blanket of lies the Prophet's were weaving around us. I gave countless orders to kill, sometimes I even pressed the red button myself. All in the name of the false Covenant." Thel then gave a sobbed laugh, and looked up, facing John. "I must look pretty pathetic now mustn't I? But it's hard, carrying on when you don't know anything about yourself any more. And now, I'm at war with my brothers, killing them....It's just too much for me Spartan, I don't know if I can do this any more." John looked at him in the eyes, and spoke. "Listen Thel, we will get through this. It's all a horrible mistake. Our races will form an alliance again soon, and everything will be fine." There was a pause, and the two battle hardened warriors appraised each other. Then Thel spoke. "I know you're right Spartan, but I can't shake the feeling that I'm a traitor. Alas, that is my fate. Moving along Spartan, did the Oracle perchance say where this ship was headed?" John was confused, Thel was the one piloting the ship. "Well don't you know?" He asked of the Elite, and received a short shake of the head. "Nay Spartan, the Oracle input a set of co-ordinates into the Spirit when he came on board. I have no idea where we are heading. A slip space jump seems to be planned in an hour, but I'm not sure why we aren't using the drive now." "How strange. Anyway, I'm going to go talk to Johnson for a bit. Will you be okay?" John received a nod of the head in confirmation. And the Spartan walked back through the door he had entered. Thel gave another sigh, how had things become this bad? Perhaps if he had stayed with his brother's, he would have been able to stop the fighting. But it was too late now, and even his dear colleague R'tas Vadum was against him. To take his mind off of dreary thoughts, Thel began cross referencing the co-ordinates with the ship's navcom. Hopefully it would turn up some results.
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I started to get it towards the end... but that is still one awesome twist.
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] The Stig 521 ...I am at a loss for words...greatest...twist...ever[/quote]
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Luke35120 Nice use of Snakie's theory. :)[/quote] Haha, I wondered how long it would be before someone noticed. Yeah, I saw that theory, took it, changed it a little bit, and posted it. Good old Snakie. Hope he doesn't mind.[/quote]I linked him to it on MSN and he thought it was cool somebody used it.
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Luke35120 Nice use of Snakie's theory. :)[/quote] Haha, I wondered how long it would be before someone noticed. Yeah, I saw that theory, took it, changed it a little bit, and posted it. Good old Snakie. Hope he doesn't mind.
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Nice use of Snakie's theory. :)
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really awesome man, cant decide wether i like this or odst better lol
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...I am at a loss for words...greatest...twist...ever
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A wall of very important text awaits, enjoy. [b]Part 13: The Truth of it all....[/b] "Long ago John, my creators, the Forerunner's as you call them; were the dominant power of the galaxy you reside in. They were powerful indeed, and accomplished much with their might; you yourself have seen but a fraction of what they could do through the Halo array." John was sat in a seat, his hands clasped tightly together and his brow furrowed underneath the reflective dome of his helmet. Opposite to him, Mendicant Bias was recounting a tale, he had an avid audience, the usually practical Sergeant Johnson was leaned in, cigar in his mouth but un-chewed. Even the Arbiter was listening, through the use of the ship's speaker system. "For aeons they advanced through the ages, documenting every life form, terraforming planets, upholding fully the Mantle that had been passed down to them." "But they were not the first." The Monitor spoke in a dramatic tone. "The Precursors..." John breathed, remembering what he had read in the Forerunner terminals scattered throughout the body of both the Ark and Halo. "Correct John. Millennia before my creators had even developed a primitive form of speech, the Precursors were advancing throughout the stars, going above and beyond the limits of the galaxy; they were intergalactic." "Nothing was impossible for them, they were an unstoppable force, they kept the Universe in peace. And in the unlikely event that something should happen to them, they created the concept of the Mantle. In the event that the Precursors would be destroyed, this mantle would be passed down to the best suited race to continue their legacy. It happened that this race was that of my creator's. And thus, when by a horrible accident the Precursors were dethroned from the seat of power, the Forerunners carried on their work. Or at least, that was what was supposed to happen." John paused at the revelation, and leaned back in the reclining chair, thinking hard. Johnson had an extreme look of puzzlement upon his face. "I'm afraid you've lost me Light bulb, what the hell are you talking about? You understandin' this Chief?" He inquired of both. John flashed back to the long philosophical talks with Deja, how each and every Spartan was as intelligent as a noble prize winning scientist. Not only was he one of the greatest fighters of the time, he was also one of the greatest minds. "I understand. But Mendicant, how exactly were the Precursors destroyed?" "It is a sad tale John, one which my master's documented carefully. Patches were of course, missing from their information, but I have since then fully come to understand what happened, due to an unforeseen event." "Do go on." John spoke curtly. "Very well. As I said earlier, the Precursors were indisputably the most intelligent beings the whole of the Universe has ever known. Every great mystery ever known was revealed to them, and thus to my master's, mostly anyway." "Wait? Every mystery?" Johnson asked. "Indeed Sergeant, and before you ask, no, I shall not reveal on whether or not there is truly a God, or life after death. There are some things you must find out yourself." Johnson seemed like he was going to push further, but he suddenly realised that perhaps the Monitor was right, and pressed no more. "However, one problem was still presented to them. Every organism, no matter how advanced, must die some day. It is inevitable. But the Precursors set out to change that. They set out to cheat death. And what's more, Reclaimers, is that they accomplished it." Johnson spat out his cigar in surprise. "That's not possible Light bulb, no one can live forever. Are your circuits scrambled or something." Mendicant Bias gave a slight chuckle. "Why is it not possible Sergeant? The mind is just, in essence, a long string of code, programmed in a very complex manner. My mind is built like that also, just in a less fleshy way than yours. So if all the mind is made of is code, can it not be preserved?" John was beginning to understand the basics of what was going on. "But you can't store organic code in a computer. That's why, when we create smart AIs, we have to convert the brain into binary. But when you do that, whilst the AI may retain the same personality and intelligence of the brain, it will not have it's memories, nor will it be the person who once possessed the brain." He stated, challenging the Monitor's words. "An astute observation John, and you are right. Organic matter cannot be placed within a machine. That is why, when the Precursors wished to transfer the mind of one of them, they placed it within a artificially created organism, a living computer if you may. An outstanding, and uncomprehending feat to us, but it happened." The Monitor paused, no doubt enjoying it's audience. "Whenever a Precursors' physical body died, the mind would be transferred into this living computer, where it could continue to think and communicate. As well as that, the alive computer had the ability to craft bodies for the stored Precursors out of pure calcium, and the minds of the once dead would be transferred into these, linked to the central unit." "That's amazing..." John breathed, thinking of the ramifications of this. "But what went wrong?" "At some point, the computer became sentient, and that's when the trouble started. It assessed the prowess of the Precursors, and deemed them unworthy. It decided that they were to be killed. Now, being linked to the minds of so many of the dead, it had complete understanding of the Precursor way of thinking." "Every attempt made by them to shut it down was foiled, and through the use of viral minions, it slowly began to absorb all the still living Precursors into it. Not only that, but the ones which were linked were completely under it's dominance. Effectively, the Precursors were betrayed by themselves. Many of the once dead had reintegrated back into normal life, going home to their families, sat upon high chairs within their Council. There was no way they could have survived, eventually, they were all converted, under the control of the one unit. Slaves, mindless slaves to a rampant machine's bidding." "What a way to go..." Johnson muttered. "Indeed Sergeant. One can only imagine the horror of having ones own father attempt to assimilate you, be betrayed by one's closest friends. Everything the Precursors had ever known fell apart, had it not been for the mantle, their legacy would have died." "After successfully cleansing this galaxy of all Precursor life, the central intelligence turned it's dark gaze upon the rest of the universe, and deemed it too, unworthy. Using advanced Precursor slip space technology, which could not only take you through space, but also through time itself, it wiped out every last remnant of it's creators. And for aeons, it was never seen again. My master's upheld the mantle as they swore they would, and protected the galaxy they lived in from harm. Unfortunately, they had not mastered the practice of intergalactic travel, and slowly, the rest of the Universe dimmed." "So this central intelligence, what happened to it? Did it come back?" John asked the Monitor. "Oh, it came back John, as you should know. You have, after all, met it." Came the reply. "...I have?" The Spartan was extremely confused. "Why of course you have John, not only did you meet it, but you hampered it's progress in destroying all." "You know it as The Gravemind."
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Nice.
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As I can post again from my brief exile- Damn enjoyable, WF. I'm really liking this story.
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Hmm.. I think I'm starting to like this more than Memoirs.. Oh well, keep writing!
