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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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Hmm.. I think I'm starting to like this more than Memoirs.. Oh well, keep writing!
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Nice, its pretty interesting.
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] The Stig 521 [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] ajw34307 Favourite chapter, my favourite character...Yeah, Rtas likes Mudkips ;D[/quote] Not much action but i like a part like this every once in a while[/quote] The little space battle at the beginning was action! Haha, it was just a practice to see if I could write space battles well, what did you think of that part? There'll be some more, so I need to know how to improve on them.[/quote] I would call it more of a murder than a battle. But it was descriptive and well done I liked the part very much it was probably your best part yet description wise, and I thought it was great.
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] The Stig 521 [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] ajw34307 Favourite chapter, my favourite character...Yeah, Rtas likes Mudkips ;D[/quote] Not much action but i like a part like this every once in a while[/quote] The little space battle at the beginning was action! Haha, it was just a practice to see if I could write space battles well, what did you think of that part? There'll be some more, so I need to know how to improve on them.
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nice one, your bringing most of the characters together itll be good when they all meet
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] ajw34307 Favourite chapter, my favourite character...Yeah, Rtas likes Mudkips ;D[/quote] Not much action but i like a part like this every once in a while
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Favourite chapter, my favourite character...Yeah, Rtas likes Mudkips ;D
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[b]Part 12 : A leader in disgrace[/b] R'tas Vadum, Fleetmaster of the glorious Sangheili empire, paced the deck of his Flagship, [i]Shadow of Intent[/i]. Below him, Sangheili of the highest rank operated the equiment nessecary to keep the huge battle cruiser in the air. They were approaching the target, and fast. "Fleetmaster, the Human ship heads towards us. What would you have us do?" An Ultra who was in charge of co ordinating the offensive capabilties of the ship spoke. R'tas cast a long look outside the tinted observation window of the mighty ship, and beheld the UNSC Destroyer hurlting towards them at a dangerous speed. The Human ship, if allowed close enough, would wreck untold havoc with the Mass Accelerated Cannons it carried. The Fleetmaster had to make a decision, quickly. Yet how could he condemn the lives of so many innocents? In the brief time he had worked with the Humans, he had seen how their forces were assembled. They were not trained from birth, as most Elites were, many were just simple civillians who had signed up to protect their homes. He hesitated in giving the order to fire. "Fleetmaster!" The Ultra spoke with more urgency. The Destroyer had begun to swivel it's Canons around. Realising there was no other way, R'tas dropped his head in pity. "Open....open fire." He spoke, hating himself for giving the command. He felt a vibration course through the chasis of the ship as the Plasma modulators in it's turrets warmed up. Suddenly, with a jolt, ten giant bolts of burning death coursed through the empty reaches of space and crashed into the Destroyer's engines. The Human ship stopped in it's motion to attack, the back of it ablaze with a vivid fire. It made a desperate effort to retreat, turning around, but was caught in the side by another bolt of plasma. The Destroyer began to glow, then exploded into a shower of debris as it's fusion core overloaded. R'tas felt the pang as hundreds of lives were suddenlt extinguished in a shower of blue death, he saw Human bodies hurtle out into space. With his sharp eyesight, he noticed some were still alive, desperately trying to inhale non-existent air. R'tas felt sick. "A mighty blow Fleetmaster!" The Ultra spoke enthusiastically. R'tas glanced around, and saw similar expressions of joy upon the faces of the rest of his Brothers. So why did he feel so empty inside? "Yes, a mighty blow indeed...." R'tas muttered, even as he walked through the lively corridors to his own quarters. He reached them, and, reaching behind him, closed the door and locked it. Slowly, R'tas trudged over to a corner, and sat down, knees brought up to his chin. What was wrong with him? During his time as Special Operations leader of the Covenant, R'tas had ordered the destruction of countless ships, sometimes opting to press the button himself. So why, now, did he feel so much remorse at the destruction of that ship? He couldn't carry on like this, he wouldn't. For the first time since commiting the deed, R'tas regretted plunging the Sword into Lord Hood's worthless gut. Why had their argument gone thus? Why could R'tas not have reached a diplomatic solution? He cursed himself for not following the Arbiter's wise council, for not allowing him to accompany him to the meeting. It had been a matter of honour. R'tas scorned himself. Honour! What a foolish, primitive concept. Why he had adhered to it for so long was beyond him. But what was he to do? The Arbiter had abandoned him to the mess, prefferring to walk his own path. Where he was now was a mystery. More than anything, R'tas wanted to stop the war, but he knew the Senators would never agree to it, many were well versed in the old ways, for them, Honour was a way of life. To them, to back out of a war would be worse than death. All was hopeless. Suddenly, there came a loud knock at the door. R'tas growled, yet more bloodthirsty wretches eager to please their Fleetmaster. "What is it you want?" R'tas called out, he was surprised to hear traces of distress in his voice. "Fleet master, a report has come in from Sangheilios." The Elite spoke. R'tas still did not open the door. "I care not of the monthly tax revenue totals brother, burn it." R'tas replied with distaste. "But, noble one, it speaks of the Arbiter...and the Demon himself!" Came a frantic reply. Jumping up from the floor, R'tas harried to the door and unlocked it with a press of a button. An Elite minor was standing, facing him. "The Arbiter? And the Sparta- Demon you say? What bald faced lies are these?" R'tas asked of the Minor in anger. "No lies Fleetmaster, read and you shall see." With an eager hand, R'tas snatched the papers from the Elite, and frantically became scimming the front pages. "What's this? The Demon was held captive for a week and I was not informed? What heresy is this?" The Elite facing him became timid. "I know not Fleet Master, but it sounds like the Kaidon of Vadam wished to keep all the glory for himself." "We'll see how much glory he recieves when he slowly burns on a fire!" R'tas spoke in fury. "There is no need noble one. Read onward." R'tas leafed through the next few pages, his mutilated jaw widening in shock. "The Demon escaped? From one of the most heavily guarded Citadels on the whole of Sangheilios? Were all the Guards asleep?" "Nay, Fleet Master, it was during the execution ceremony. I believe there were certain....complications. I here a Scarab was involved, a Spec ops team sent to destroy it have even reported sighting an Oracle." R'tas feigned anger at the failiure, but in reality he was pleased. The Spartan had survived. He would stop this petty fighting, R'tas was sure of it. And, he noted with glee as he read on, the Arbiter was with him. "You have done an excellent job conveying this message to me brother, from now on you shall be recognised by all as Major. Head down to the equipment bay and don some new armour. Tell them I sent you. If they are foolish enough to protest, come find me." The newly appointed Major was stunned. He had been expected to be demoted for being the bearer of bad news, working under the command of a Grunt. Instead, quite the opposite had occurred. "Thank you Fleet Master." The Major departed, a spring in his step. Sufficiently cheered up, R'tas headed back down to the Navigation deck. "Sangheili!" He called out to the operators. "Set a course for Sangheilios." "We are going to find out what happened there."
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Thanks, but it seems to only go back a certain number of posts, which sucks. I'll post this problem in the Community forum. Edit - Fully fuctional chapter list now operational, God bless the Septagon! I'll do the same with Memoirs too, but not right now. Even those 11 took about 30 minutes. This should make it a lot easier to read them now. [Edited on 04.12.2009 6:53 PM PDT]
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You can go through your post history and click on that post, then copy that url. That's how I do it.
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Does anyone know how to make a link to a specific post in this thread? Because I want to create a chapters page at the first post, but I don't know how to make it so if you click a link for say Part five, it will take you directly to that part. Anyone know how? I'll do the same for Memoirs too. And yes, I will carry on Memoirs, I'm just wondering where to go with it. Now I am off to read Ghosts of Onyx again. Why? No reason....... [Edited on 04.11.2009 5:16 AM PDT]
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Matt Eddy what is with the pbsession with cliff hangers? yes they are a good technique and all but theyre killing me! well done by the way[/quote] I wouldn't say I ended that last part on a cliff hanger, but oh well. Thanks.[/quote] well im assuming that mendicant bias is going to say why johns needed etc etc which leads onto some kick ass fight scene eventually
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Wow amazing
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You and I both, Max :D Great chapter, as always.
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Matt Eddy what is with the pbsession with cliff hangers? yes they are a good technique and all but theyre killing me! well done by the way[/quote] I wouldn't say I ended that last part on a cliff hanger, but oh well. Thanks.
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More waiting eh? Ah well, it was good to read anyway. But I am looking forward to hearing Johnson's gory details.
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what is with the pbsession with cliff hangers? yes they are a good technique and all but theyre killing me! well done by the way
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O wow....
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******************** "This is never gonna work.." Johnson whispered as they approached the two Hunters. The Arbiter was in front, and he was dragging behind him both Avery and John, whose hands were bound by Energy manacles. "Quiet Sergeant, we are about to come within range of their hearing." Thel snapped back, and there was instant silence. The two Hunters saw them, and ran forward, weapons held high. "Halt." One spoke. John was utterly shocked. He'd never heard a Hunter utter a sound that wasn't a blood thirsty cry of anger, never mind actual speech. "What is your business here?" The other queried. With a start, John noticed they weren't actually talking, rather, they were contorting the mass of worms that made up their bodies to produce sounds which they formed into words. The Arbiter took charge, the very symbol of authority in his white, gleaming armour. John hoped the Hunters wouldn't notice the small stain of K'zath's blood on it's back. "Ah, dear Mglekgolo, I have here two human prisoners which are to be escorted to Fleet master Vadum's flagship. Stand aside if you please." Thel was a natural liar, a trait he'd picked up during his career as Kaidon of Vadam. Politics. The tow Hunters exchanged looks, wondering what to do. They usually dealt with Unngoy and Kig-Yar who tried to talk their way on board a ship. Confronting one of the Sangheili was a rarity. "Do you have verification?" The first asked smugly, relishing the power he held. "You dare question my word? You act above your station, you parasitic leech." Thel breathed in mock anger, his face pressed against that of the Hunter's. Instead of the violent response John had expected, the two Hunters suddenly shrunk away from the Elite in fear, and made a clumsy attempt at a bow. "Your ship awaits you noble Sangheili." The worms producing the sounds were contorting in a more frenzied, frightened way. "A wise choice." Thel spoke in the most arrogant, pompous way John had ever seen him. He gave a sharp yank on the manacles binding him and Johnson, and strode past the two reduced behemoths. He stopped at the Seraph fighter, and unlocked the door via a sensor pad which would only respond the Sangheili touch. We were forced inside, and the door was closed. "My God Arbiter, you got guts!" Sergeant Johnson spoke in a congratulatory manner. He was about the pat the Elite on the back when he realised he was still bound by the glowing shackles. Thel noticed, and quickly keyed in the access code to deactivate them. He did like wise on the pair binding John too. "It was nothing." A modest reply came. "Hunters are a docile race when threatened by one of a higher rank. They are firm believers in the rules of war, and obey the commands of any superior officer to the one." "Enough chatter." John cut them off. "Arbiter, can you fly this thing out of here?" "I shall head to the control room now Spartan." "Wait! Don't you want to hear how I'm still alive?" Johnson asked, clearly upset by their lack of interest. "There'll be plenty of time for stories on the way. But for now we've gotta get out of here." The Arbiter sidled into the pilot's seat, and began flicking switches. Slowly, the Seraph fighter began to rise up into the air. A voice issued from the speakers. "Seraph fighter 487, you are not cleared for take off. Abort immediately or be killed." John smashed the speaker with his fist, shattering it into a multitude of pieces. . "We've gotta go. Now." John called over to Thel, who nodded affirmatively. "Hold on to your helmet." John felt a sudden pang of loss. Cortana had spoken those words to him mere months ago. Now she was gone. But there was hope, John mused as he gazed at the metallic chip he had gathered from the Kaidon's corpse. ******************* Inside the Scarab, the Elites turned as one to the source of the interruption, and gasped. "An Oracle..." The leader breathed, basking in the holy guardian's golden glow. The Oracle descended from the air down to the Elites level. "A slightly inaccurate term, but yes, you can call me an oracle if you wish. Now tell me, what business do you have here?" The Elite was thrown of guard. He could think of nothing but the sheer joy he felt from beholding the Oracle. The other Elites were likewise transfixed. "I-uh..that is to say- we are..." The words would not come. Suddenly the Elite Battle Net receiver in his ear flared to life. "[i]What is the hold up Major? The Scarab is still firing![/i]" Came High Councillor Desamee's impatient tones. The Major was snapped out of his day dream, and he realised that the Scarab was still firing. And the Oracle was orchestrating the carnage, it was the puppeteer pulling the strings. "Open fire my Brothers!" He growled with intense ferocity. His squad was brought back from their trance, and realising the command, raised their Plasma rifles to fire. "Oh really now, is there really a need for violence?" The Oracle gave a sigh. "It matters not, we have done what must be done here. It is time we leave." He drifted over to the Engineers, and all five of them stopped operating the Scarab and each placed a long, tapered tentacle upon the Oracle's divine form. The Elites stood still, dumbstruck. Only the Major was still thinking coherently. He squeezed the firm trigger of his Plasma rifle, and felt the shock wave as a cascade of bolts headed towards the Oracle and his Huragok. However, instead of hearing the satisfying sound of an impact, the bolts carried on, and dispersed against the wall. The Monitor and Huragok were no where to be seen, only a faint light remaianed. Trying desperately to salvage the situation, the Major activated his comm link. "[i]High Councillor, we have secured the Scarab with no loss of life[/i]." He spoke, broadcasting it across a private battle net frequency. "[i]Excellent work Major, I am very pleased. Report back to me at once.[/i]" The Elite smelled a promotion. ***************** John was seated in one of the Seraph's many seats, when he suddenly noticed a flash of light behind him. He jumped out the seat and scooped up the Plasma rifle, aiming it at the disturbance. Johnson came over. "Down on the floor, now!" John commanded the strange group, which consisted of five Engineers and what looked like... "A Monitor?!?" The Spartan exclaimed, confused. "Greetings John. I am Mendicant Bias, Grand Monitor of Installation 00. I have been waiting a very long time to meet you in the flesh, so to speak." Johnson placed a hand on John's shoulder. "Don't worry Chief. Me and the Light bulb here know each other. Take a seat, I'll fill you in." [Edited on 04.06.2009 8:52 PM PDT]
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[b]Part 11: Evacuation time[/b] "Come on!" Johnson shouted over the carnage above them. Banshees were waging war against the colossal Scarab, and they were losing. Every shot fired seemed like it had been calculated down to the last inch, each and every bolt hit it's mark. "Who's driving that thing?" John asked, his curiosity piqued. Sergeant Johnson laughed as they ran. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you Chief. Now let's get moving, there's a Seraph fighter just 'round this corner, in a hanger bay. I didn't notice any guards there either, they probably went to watch your 'Execution.' We can board it, and get the hell out of here." "A sound plan Sergeant, but will it work in practice?" The Arbiter asked. "Well...I can't fly the damn thing, but you can right?" Thel looked offended for a second. "Sergeant, I once commanded the Fleet of Particular Justice, one of the largest of it's kind in the Covenant battle armada, dwarfed only by the Fleet of Righteous Purpose and-" "I didn't ask about your former titles Arbiter, I just wanted to know if you could fly the bloody Seraph!" There was a long pause, a slight amount of tension was present in the air. "Yes Human, I can." "Good, that's all I wanted to know." Thel glanced at John and rolled his eyes, and despite the grievous situation they were in, John laughed, a hearty one he usually reserved for when he was with his Spartans. His Spartans.... Were they still alive? John certainly hoped so, the thought of being alone in the Universe filled him with dread. But then he remembered The Arbiter, and realised with a start he and the Elite had become as close as he was with Blue team. He wasn't a Spartan, he wasn't even Human, but the two had developed a bond on The Ark, a strong chain which could not be broken. "There's the hangar, up ahead." John informed his two friends. "I can spot two figures in the distance, they look pretty big.." "Hunters." The Arbiter spoke. "They are often employed as Security Guards when not in active combat." John was worried about the Hunters, all he had was a Plasma rifle, hardly a powerful weapon, and Johnson's Battle Rifle only had one clip left. The Arbiter's sword wouldn't be of much use either, it would just slide through the multitude of Lekgolo worms cased inside the near indestructible armour. "What are we going to do?" John asked in a slightly nervous tone. He wasn't worried about himself, but rather of his two allies, Johnson in particular as he possessed no energy shielding. "We're gonna kick their ass!" Johnson growled between one of his never ending supplies of cigars. He began to move forward, and was yanked back by the firm, powerful hand of The Arbiter. "We can't just go forth blindly, the Assault beams they wield will tear us to shreds." The Elite spoke wisely. "You got any better ideas?" Avery asked of him, spitting a wad of chewed tobacco onto the ground. The Scarab in the distance was still firing. "As a matter of fact Sergeant, I do..." ************** Inside the hard shell of the Excavation Scarab, The Grand Monitor of Installation 00 and his coup of Engineers were hard at work. Multiple Banshees were flying over head, and Mendicant had to calibrate every shot perfectly for fear of being over run. Doing this at the same time as paying close attention to the Elite's battle net was no small feat. Bias turned his attention to the battle net. "The Demon has escaped High Councillor, and Kaidon K'zath has been found dead! An onlooker said it was the Arbiter who duelled with him." A few seconds, then there came a differential reply. "[i]What a shame. We will all miss him dearly. Tell me Major, what is the current status of the Citadel?[/i]" "[i]The Scarab outside is still fully functional, and dealing heavy damage. Our Banshee fire squads are failing to destroy it, each one is shot down with a lone plasma bolt in the fusion reactors. All attempts to over ride the access panel have been blocked by an unknown presence.[/i]" "[i]Blast it! Major 'Saphon, I want that Scarab boarded and all occupents burnt slowly to death.[/i]" "[i]It will be done, High Councillor 'Desamee.[/i]" The link as terminated. "A boarding party is headed for us." The Monitor calmly explained to the Engineers in their strange language of whistles and gestures. Their long tentacle like hands began frantically moving around in fear. "Calm down, I shall protect you. Resume at your stations, and act like nothing is wrong." The Monitor then hid up in the corner of the Scarab, waiting. He didn't have to wait long, for soon, the sound of a Spirit could be heard. A dull clunk echoed as the Spec Ops team dropped onto the Scarab. They marched into the main control room. "Cease what you are doing or be -" The leader of the squad broke off as he saw five Engineers happily whirring away, oblivious to their presence. "By the Gods, they're just mere Huragok" One spoke, applying the proper name to them. "What now?" Another asked, lowering his plasma rifle in uncertainty. The leader of them grappled with the decision for a few moments. "Kill them." He spoke in a fierce whisper. Immediately there was upheaval. "Kill the Huragok? But they are as innocent as children!" The Elite with the Plasma rifle spoke. The Spec ops Leader turned around in anger. "Innocent? Have you taken leave of your senses V'navoi? Can you not see what damage these....traitors have wrought? Kill them now, or face the consequences." The Elites looked at each other. "Very well." They spoke, raising their weapons to fire. "Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you." An unknown voice resonated.
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Hey wolver can I get an eta pretty please
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nice as always wolver, when is part 11 up?
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It'll be good to see how Johnson survived. Keep it coming WF.
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Nice, again.
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WOOT! GO SARGE!
