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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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This is getting good.
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nooo...... arbiter musn't die! My part 6? arbiter swords everyone except the good guys and the end yay.
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...I like this fanfic...alot like really alot...maybe more than the other Good god that was an amazing part
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A hefty bit of dialog, and not too much description. But there will be next chapter. Enjoy. [b]Part Seven: Revelation[/b] Thel clambered over the rocky pass which linked the wilderness and the Citadel of Vadam, and arrived at the giant gates guarding it's citizens. As he neared the giant, ancient structures, two Elites stopped him, Majors. "Halt there stranger. What be your business in this holiest of Citadels?" One of them asked, his voice gruff. Thinking fast, the Arbiter responded. "I was attending morning worship brother, and it seems I forgot to thank the Deacon for his excellent sermon. My honour could not bear it if he thought me insolent." This was good enough for the guards, amongst the Sangheili, one's honour was a symbol of their power. One gave the signal for the gates to be opened. Just as Thel was about to pass through, the guard placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him for a second. "Wait as second, your face looks familiar. Have we met?" "Nay brother, you must be mistaken." The Arbiter turned his head, and, shaking of the Elite's grip, entered hurriedly through the port cullis. He took a long look at the magnificent street before him. As brilliant as the day he had left. The gleaming marble reflected the violet rays of the sun, casting an iridescent glow upon the passers by. How easy it would be, the Arbiter thought to himself, to rejoin with his race and fall back into the daily routine he had frequented back when he had lived here, all those years ago. But that would be wrong. He owed that much at least to the Spartan. Saran didn't live far from where Thel was currently walking. If he could remember from his days as Kaidon, his old friend's manor was in the Council district. He wondered if Saran was still upon the Council, back in the day he had been a valuable asset at times to Thel, getting him out of many situations. The only reason he didn't sit at his side as a High Councillor was due to the fact that the Prophet of Regret, upon visiting once, had taken an immediate dislike to him. He set off slowly, basking in the warm glow of the burning star above him. ************** "What the hell are you talking about Light bulb?" Johnson asked gruffly. "As I have just told you Sergeant, we are going to rescue John." Avery was surprised. "And how the hell is it that you know his name, eh? He never told anyone that, took weeks of coaxing on my part for him to even give me his serial number, never mind his name." Giving an ethereal laugh, the monitor drifted around, as it did when about to launch a lengthy explanation. "I know great many a things Avery. For aeons I have watched from across the stars, following the events of your race. I have seen countless empires fall, only to be replaced by an even stronger one. I have seen people killed, both innocent and evil, old and young. I have heard men and women pray for a better life, mourners weep as their loved ones pass away." "So what are you, like a God?" This brought about another chuckle. "God is but an organic concept, Sergeant, neither right or wrong. But, I suppose, to a certain degree, I have been watching over mankind. Indeed, if it so pleases you, think of me as a God. "At first, with malicious intent, I watched, and waited. I was still angry at the masters who had imprisoned me, and had no love for their legacy. But eventually I softened, saw the capabilities and potential you had. Love, loss, anguish, hate; these are but a few of the emotions I came to understand in the millennia I spent imprisoned, in fragments. And I realised I shouldn't have betrayed my masters as I had, I shouldn't have listened to the Gravemind, shouldn't have helped him." "What does this have to do with John?" Avery asked. "Everything." Came a simple word. "But for now, we must hurry, if we are to reach him in time". The Monitor again glowed blue, and the nexus of light once more engulfed them. In a split second, they were gone, leaving the peaceful vale as tranquil as ever. ***************** Two loud knocks aroused Saran from his late slumber. He was not a particularly religious being, so had no desire to wake up at the early time a strict worship regime required. "I'm coming!" He called down the stairs as two more knocks sounded. Throwing on a silk robe, he quickly descended the marble steps, and opened the door. He was greeted by a surprise. "Hello Saran, it's me, Thel...may I come in?" ***************** Saran and Thel were seated in the main lounge, reclining back in the two gravity chairs in the room. They were each drinking a piping hot mug of tea, one from one of the many crates of the human beverage which had been shipped to Sanghelios during the peace. It tasted good after the long journey. "So, mighty Arbiter, how have you been doing?" Thel smiled, it felt good to relax with an old friend and just be himself. "Like you don't know. On the walk here I've seen countless posters depicting me with a price upon mine head." "I mean what exactly has been going on whilst you have been away from us? We've all heard the Bards sing of your deeds, but how many are true? Did you really face down a one hundred foot tall Demon and live? And what of the Prophet of Truth? The Temples, constantly trying to stay in a good light, say that as he was about to activate The Ark, the Ancients let forth a bolt of pure energy which incinerated him where he stood? Is this also true?" "Nay my dear friend, nay. Merely exaggerations of much lesser acts. Although it is true that I met with the Demon, and he is...was, a good man. As worthy as any Sangheili I have met." "You mean he can't turn warriors to stone with a quick glance." "He was but a man Saran, a great one." Saran took another sip of tea, and reclined back further in his chair. "So, now what will you do?" He asked. "Well, I was hoping I might stay here for a short while, reminisce about old times." Puzzled, Saran sat up. "I meant about the Demon, Thel." "I don't see what you mean. The Demon is long dead." "You mean you haven't heard?" Thel placed down his tea on the floor, and also sat forward. "Heard what, dear brother?" "The Demon crashed. Here, on Sanghelios! In Vadam of all places! They took him into custody, A'trinr's guards. He was going to be used as a bargaining tool with the Humans, but then High Councillor K'zath took over, and sentenced him to death. In two days!" "Surely you are lying!" Thel had stood up by now, and looked poised to run straight down to the dungeon. "It's the truth. A public execution is to be held, where K'zath will go through the usual process of asking him to beg for mercy, and then kill him." Saran turned around to pick up his steaming cup. "But, there is nothing we can do." He turned around slowly. "Everything must die sooner or later." "I cannot abandon him Saran. I can't." Thel said slowly, remembering how many times the Spartan had saved his life. "Why not?" "I can't explain it. Just believe me on this." Saran gave a long sigh. "Well, we can't do anything for now, the Demon is kept under lock and key all day by no less than five dozen Honour Guards." "Very well Saran, I shall wait until the day of the execution. But then I will free him, even if my own life must be forfeit."
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To keep us coming back. That's why they do it. [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] The Stig 521 That part...was incredible. Thats what I hate about you writers you always end storys at the best part lol.[/quote] Awesome as always, Wolverfrog.
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That part...was incredible. Thats what I hate about you writers you always end storys at the best part lol.
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amazing!
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Nice one, looking forwards to the next.
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Sorry for the double Post, Forum error. [Edited on 03.15.2009 6:53 AM PDT]
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Here's Part Six, enjoy. [b]Part Six: Home sweet home[/b] "Now exiting Slip Space Captain. May I advise you to lie down?" A quick, wave of dismissal said otherwise. Thel Vadam' leaned forward on the edge of his chair. Suddenly, the great swirling cosmos around him morphed into a tranquil, black space. Before him was his beautiful Sanghelios, his home. It had been so long. "Excellent. Construct, set us down near the state of Vadam. I have an old friend there I wish to meet." "Roger that sir." The Artificial intelligence said coolly, devoid of all emotion. "Oh, and engage the stealth systems, all of them. We don't want anyone to know we're here." There was a faint shimmering sound, and suddenly, the Ship vanished. It was always unnerving when it happened, no matter how often you had done it. To drift through space, unable to see your vessel always shook the Arbiter up. They bypassed the Planet's defences unseen. The stealth system drive aboard this Spirit was an advanced one. Indeed, the Sangheili had so far been unable to devise a method to detect it. The Spirit descended slowly upon the luscious surface of the Planet. Unlike the Humans Earth, Sanghelios was still bright and blooming, full of life. This was because his race refused to take too much from a Planet their Gods had left their mark on. Most of the Sangheili's resources were harvested from neighbouring planets. As it's Engines cooled down, and the Spirit's side doors opened, the Arbiter climbed out and set foot upon his birthplace for the first time in years. To the north he could see the Great Citadel of Vadam, the place he had once ruled as Kaidon, before he got mixed up in The Covenant. Saran C'rtrag lived there, Thel needed to see him. But he couldn't just march straight in, not as he was dressed currently. He would be instantly identified as the Arbiter. Who knew what heinous price the Sangheili had placed upon his head? He would need new armour. *********** R'nas N'three left the temple early in the morning. Even with the abolishment of The Covenant, the Elite's were still firm believers in the ancients divinity, and thus kept worshipping them. He had just been to a sermon, a long one delivered by an Unngoy Deacon. Whilst the Sangheili usually treated the pitiful race in disdain, the Deacons were different, touched by the power of the ancients, with words of wisdom to all, be them Unngoy or Sangheili. He walked down the marbled streets of the citadel, basking in the sun's violet glow. Remembering to don his red, shining armour in case of a bandit attack, R'nas left the gigantic gates of the citadel and took a step outside into the beautiful forests of Vadam. Every dawn, after worship, N'three enjoyed walking around the pleasant vale surrounding the city, breathing the fresh, morning air. The Elite followed the river embankment down to his favourite spot in the whole forest, a tranquil sanctuary where one could be at peace. Traces of the ancients were all around him, the strange carvings in the aeon old trees, the way nature sung of their presence. It was beautiful. He sat down at the edge of the bank, and began to meditate. Suddenly, a large shadow was cast upon R'nas' form, unknown to him, with his eyes tightly shut. He felt a heavy fist swing into the side of his jaw, knocking him senseless to the floor. He blinked once, then faded into unconsciousness. *********** Bending over his unknown victim, Thel Vadam' began to methodically strip the dazed Elite of his armour. Luckily, underneath was a plain white robe, a testimony to the Elite's religious beliefs. Taking off his honoured, traditional armour the Prophet of Truth had originally gave to him, he began to place upon his body the armour of the Major he had felled. It would look a bit strange, Thel decided, for one as tall and imposing as him to be a mere Major, but it would have to do, for now. He could always stoop a little bit to make himself look more insignificant. Taking the time first to place the armour of The Arbiter inside the Spirit's cargo hold, Thel the Major set off for the Citadel. ******** Far beneath the Great Citadel of Vadam, in a sprawling network of artificial network of underground catacombs, John waited in his cell. Waited for the final moment. He had accepted the inevitable, no one was coming to save him, A'trinr, perhaps the only Elite who since crashing had shown him some small kindness, was dead. Sometime later in the day, or perhaps night, as it was impossible to tell this deep underground, an Elite brought him his daily meal. Gone were the classy steaks he had been given, now he got what was basically watered down paste, barely enough to keep him going. "Eat up maggot," The Elite sneered, "We wouldn't want you to die before the execution." Before leaving, John was administrated a heavy kick by the Elite, one which caught the Spartan in his side. How easy it would be for him to stand up now and break the Elite's spine, John mused as he looked at his jailer. But that wouldn't solve anything, he decided, there were legions of Honour Guards just outside, waiting for an excuse, any excuse, which would permit them to make John taste steel. Instead he waited, conserving his strength. He wasn't going to go out without a fight, no sir. Patiently, he awaited his fate.
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Great again.
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A very interesting idea indeed, Wolverog. The thing that struck me most was your spectacular dialogue; it's haloish. Very haloish. A few punctuation errors here and there, but you know I just like to nag ;). Great story, hope to see more of it soon.
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wow saying really good and well done dont come close simply amazing!
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Who's Master Chief? Some guy...Or something... Great chapter :D
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Thanks for reading this people, I appreciate it. A lot of Fanfictions go unnoticed, but you guys seem to like this. Anyway, here's Part 5. Expect something big in the next few parts.... [b]Part five: The Heretic[/b] Thel Vadam, Arbiter of the former Covenant empire, was troubled. Whilst he believed his decision to leave the bloodthirsty Sangheili he had once called his brothers a right one, he was unsure if it was a wise one. He needed to talk to someone, someone he could trust. He paced around the empty halls of his drop ship, looking sadly at the empty chairs where the rest of his brothers would usually be sitting in. How things had changed. The only one he felt he could trust now was his friend from childhood, Saran C'rtrag. Last time he had check, Saran was still living on Sanghelios, mostly free from the past Covenant's tyranny. Walking back into the navigation bay, he pressed a button on a holographic surface, and a translucent apparition arose. An Artificial Intelligence, a human one. Luckily for him, it was what the humans called a "dumb" AI, willing to serve the commands of any who held the access code. The Spirit had had one installed whilst the Sangheili were at peace with the humans, to help maximise combat efficiency. In return, his race had shared with the humans the secret of large scale energy shields. The Arbiter sighed. There was so much potential in the now dead alliance, together, they could have revealed the very mysteries of the universe, nothing would have been able to stop them. Now though, they were once again at each others throats. But Thel refused to believe that a solution couldn't be found, some way, he would stop the fighting. But first he needed to talk. "Construct, would you kindly set the coordinates for Sanghelios please?" He asked politely, disregarding the fact that he didn't need to speak to it with tact, as he had done with Cortana. Thinking of Cortana made him think of the Spartan, and of his sacrifice. Thel was unsure what had happened as the Ark's portal had collapsed, but according to both Sangheili and Human scientists, he could still be alive. Where though was an entirely different matter. "Yes sir Captain" The program said in response to his command, applying a human rank to him. Sitting down in the large chair in the Spirit's control deck, the Arbiter braced himself for the oncoming slip space jump. Hopefully, the journey home would be an uneventful one. ********** A nimbus of light surrounded the peaceful clearing for the fraction of a second, then was gone, leaving the outline of two figures. "Well," Mendicant Bias began, "A most excellent trip." Johnson was on his hands and knees, breathing heavily. He felt like he could sleep for a week. "If you so Light bulb, if you say so." He took a look around. Life was present everywhere, green bushes, tall trees, strange birds flying in the distance. This was Eden. "Now Sergeant, we have much to do." Mendicant said, drifting around and disappearing into a structure nearby. Avery followed, his footsteps echoing on the strange, metal surface he was standing on. "Wait up there, where are we?" The Sergeant asked, still gasping for breath. The injury Spark had inflicted upon him was quite potent. "An ancient grove my masters built aeons ago, a tranquil place where one can rest and be at peace. It is one of the few structures my masters built on this planet that has not been desecrated by the Sangheili living here. But where are my manners? You are hurt, and require medical attention. I shall summon a healing unit at once." A loud pulse rang through the air, and suddenly out of a small opening in the wall a small sentinel like construct emerged, minus the laser. "Whoa there," Johnson said as the small machine began patching him up, "What do you mean by Sangheili? Ain't that an Elite?" The Monitor gave another chuckle. It wasn't as annoying as dear old Spark had been, but still... "Indeed Sergeant, that is the name humans have applied to the species. So, now that you know that, can you guess where we are?" Johnson thought for a second. He then thought of an answer, and his face registered disbelief. "Correct Reclaimer." Mendicant said smugly. "But I didn't even say anything!" Avery protested. "Ah, but your expression told otherwise. We are indeed on Sanghelios" "Wait, why? Wouldn't Earth have been a better place to go?"" Mendicant drifted outside and looked up at the blazing sun in the distance. "Can you see that Sergeant? That beautiful, blazing beacon of hope, inspiring all who behold it. It makes me glad to exist, as it should you." Johnson half squinted at it, it had a vibrant violet hue. "Why is it purple?" Johnson asked. "Unlike Sol, or the Epsilon Indi star you are used to Sergeant, the Sun shining upon this planet is very different, in that it is made up of highly concentrated Plasma." "Seriously? That would explain how the Covenant never seemed to run out of ammo for their weapons then." "And it is also the main reason my masters were interested in this Planet, to harness the immense energy for their own use, for example, the Halo Array was originally built using power from that Sun; when my masters were eventually forced to leave as the Flood outbreak grew ever larger, they left their power storing structures behind." "So, what was the deal with the Flood?" Mendicant Bias looked once again into the sky. "That, Sergeant, is a discussion for another time. Now, if you would let me finish?" Johnson, abashed, muttered an inaudible apology. With it's advanced Forerunner technology, Mendicant heard it anyway, and was satisfied. "The Elites discovered these structures when they were still in the tribal stage, and thus their religion was born, with my masters as it's epicentre. It seems foolish if you possess the knowledge I do, but I can understand why my master's were interpreted as Gods. They were rather advanced, after all. Indeed, it was them who first gave life to this rock. In essence, they created the Sangheili" "Okay, enough talk. The history lesson was nice and all, but why did you bring us here?" The Monitor looked perplexed. "Why, to rescue him of course." It said impatiently. "Rescue who?" Avery queried, puzzled. "You haven't figured it out? Very well, I shall tell you. You know him best as the Master Chief."
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Your awesome.
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] random no337 Mendicant Bias? I've heard that before somewhere, but where?[/quote] The Terminals and Contact Harvest explain it, but don't worry. We shall learn a little more about Mendicant soon... I've begun writing Part five, I was going to release it, but decided it was too short, so I'm merging what was going to be Part six into it. [/quote] You can PM it to me if you want so i don't have to wait lol
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] random no337 Mendicant Bias? I've heard that before somewhere, but where?[/quote] The Terminals and Contact Harvest explain it, but don't worry. We shall learn a little more about Mendicant soon... I've begun writing Part five, I was going to release it, but decided it was too short, so I'm merging what was going to be Part six into it. [Edited on 03.11.2009 4:52 PM PDT]
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Afreakingmazing
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It was good, I enjoyed that part but the Control Room was destroyed after John activated it. And its called Installation 04 II but hey, nothing is perfect. I'm looking forwards to the next part.
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cool!
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Wh-what? OMFG Johnson! and Mendicant Bias? I've heard that before somewhere, but where?
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Here is Part 4, hope you enjoy the revelation. [b]Part four: The Unkillable man....[/b] [b][i]2 months earlier, Installation 04...[/i][/b] Sergeant Avery Johnson awoke to an unpleasant surprise. A Flood infection form was attempting to burrow it's way into his torso and hijack his nervous system. Evidently, it was having trouble. With an explosion of pain, Avery drew out a Magnum .44 from his belt, and fired a bullet, the sound of the shot echoing in his sore ears. The Infection form exploded, splattering him with the dead biomass. Avery stood up. He was slightly confused as to why he was still alive. That crazy Monitor had hit him square in the chest, surely it would have killed him. Yet here he was, live and kicking. For the first time since he had partook in it, Avery was glad he had volunteered for the Spartan I program, all those years ago. It made no difference in the end though, he supposed, he would die when Halo detonated anyway. He could see no sign of the Chief and the Arbiter, hopefully they were already on board the Dawn, powering up her engines. Suddenly, he heard a shimmering noise behind him. He turned around, and came face to face with the last thing he wanted to see. Another Monitor, but different than Spark. Golden, more regal. "Great, another Light bulb." He growled, popping a cigar from his belt into his mouth. "You here to fire a laser at me too?" The Monitor appraised him for a second, then dryly replied. "Hardly. I am 032 Mendicant Bias, Grand Monitor of Installation 00." After several moments of indecision on whether to believe it or not, Avery decided it didn't really matter anyway. "Yeah? Well I guess that's some good news. I suppose it'll be nice to have some company in my last moments before this thing goes boom." A series of sounds came from the Monitor, Johnson could have been wrong, but it almost sounded like it was laughing. In an artificial, clunky way. "Why so pessimistic Sergeant?" Mendicant asked, curious. Johnson walked to the edge of the control room, looking down into the chasm below. The darkness he saw seemed to sum up his life, empty. "It's called realism Light bulb, you robots seem to have trouble understanding it." It laughed again. "Oh, don't worry Reclaimer, I understand the situation perfectly. What I don't understand, however, is why you seem to think there is no way out of it." "Look around Light bulb. This whole place is about to blow, and you're standing, I mean floating there laughing." Johnson told the Monitor, growing tired of it. "You are right there. Installation 04, and indeed, my own Installation 00, or what you call the Ark, is about to be destroyed. But that doesn't mean we have to be." A pause, then. "What do you mean?" Instead of giving him a direct answer, Mendicant Bias chose to instead be ambiguous. "Do you know why my former masters built the Halo array Sergeant?" "Who do you think I am, an ONI Spook? Something to do with stopping the Flood." Avery said simply. "You are correct, in a way. Originally, however, Halo was conducted not to destroy, but to preserve the Flood. Think, Sergeant, a life form which, from a single spore, smaller than a grain of sand, can destroy an entire empire. What a weapon that could be against my master's enemies, if controlled properly." "Let me guess, the plan backfired?" Johnson guessed, and from the sounds of approval the Monitor made, it seemed he had guessed correctly. "That is exactly what happened Reclaimer. The Flood had an aspect to them my masters hadn't predicted." "And what was that?" "The Gravemind." Mendicant said, in a strange tone of voice. "But look, even as we speak, Halo's inevitable destruction draws ever closer. We shall resume this conversation another time, for now, we must leave." "And how exactly do you plan on doing that? And shouldn't I be falling into a deep, dark chasm right about now? Last thing I saw before I blacked out was this place falling to bits." Avery asked, sceptical. "I still have some power Reclaimer, despite how fractured I am. Every structure my masters built had a transportation grid built into them, to cut down journey time, and for use in the event of an emergency. Usually, it can only be used to get around the same structure. However, in my case the rules are slightly different." It paused, then said, "Are you ready?" Johnson didn't like the idea of leaving without knowing what had happened to the Chief, but he knew he had no choice. "As ready as I'm ever gonna be." A blue nexus surrounded both of them, and in an instant, they were gone. [Edited on 03.11.2009 4:47 PM PDT]
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] TW InKoGnIto [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Matt Eddy holy s***! that was amazing![/quote][/quote] ditto :)
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I <3 your writing.
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Matt Eddy holy s***! that was amazing![/quote]
