Holy goddamn hell. I just spent the past 16 consecutive hours reading this ridiculously epic story. it's 5 am and I'm going to bed. @_@ thanks for the entertainment wolvers

Nice chapter!...part...1...thingy... Nice!

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] AssaultCommand How about releasing all of it? plz?[/quote] It would take him another 6 years to rap it all off, and a further year for me to Steadit all 4,500 pages. Ok, moderate exaggeration there, but the point remains. It would be easier and better for you, the reader to get snippets of it here and there. Once we have done a particular part of it and I have Steadited it, he will post it.

How about releasing all of it? plz?

Cool.

The next part will be released as soon as I decide how much of what I've written so far to put in it.

ETA on the complete epilogue wolvers?

His Epilogue is going to be more like twelve chapters put together. And no, that is NOT an exaggeration.

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1000 replies! Yes! And to reply to your comment Angas, that's not the Epilogue in its entirety. Just a small teaser of what is to come. I assure you, the conclusion to Insurrection will be rich and hopefully satisfying.

999th post. Anyway ontopic I liked the end, wasn't really an Epigoule of sorts however.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] vI RaGeZ Iv All hail the king of fanfics: Wolverforg![/quote]

All hail the king of fanfics: Wolverfrog! [Edited on 08.23.2010 4:20 AM PDT]

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog I hope you enjoy this [u]small teaser[/u]...[/quote] [i]lolwat?[/i] Anyway, superb stuff. Full of suspense, as warthog runs are I guess but still, death by Black Hole would be very painful I would imagine. :S Only thing I saw though was this: [quote][i]...form of Mendicant Bias, and leapt out, along with [b]Thel and the Arbiter[/b].[/i][/quote] Two Thels for the two Rtas' we found? Meh, sorry, rubbish joke. Only a few will get it if they read my thread in the Uni. :P

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] ajw34307 [quote]"Spartan, awaken! It's time to leave."[/quote] I believe that it should say "awake"; "awaken" is past tense.[/quote] You believe wrong, he uses 'Awaken' as an order and is present tense, 'awoken' would be past tense and I'm pretty sure 'awake' would be future tense. And in any case, this is in speech, which does not have to be perfect. Final point: I have a bowl on my head, your point is invalid.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] ajw34307[/quote] It was meant to be traditional; a tribute of sorts. The rest of the Epilogue is rather different. I figured that the surroundings were pretty self-explanatory, we can all imagine a classic Halo Warthog run. And no, "awaken" is grammatically correct.

About damn time :P

That was very... traditional. Traditional and awesome, the feelings and emotions were well described and I liked John's sentimental moment of sorrow for Mendicant Bias. Very well written, but I feel that the surroundings were not described to enough length - otherwise it was fine. [quote]"Spartan, awaken! It's time to leave."[/quote] I believe that it should say "awake"; "awaken" is past tense. [Edited on 08.21.2010 11:15 AM PDT]

Suddenly, a figure dropped down, and crashed into the bumper of the vehicle, which crumpled slightly. The Flood form screamed at them, mashing tendrils against the cracked windscreen. John drew out a pistol, preparing to shoot the Flood form off the Warthog. But before he could, the wall chose to intervene. The force exerted by the Flood form when it had dropped onto the Warthog had, ironically, saved their lives by pushing them down slightly. The vehicle missed the wall, but the Flood form wasn't so lucky. It passed through the large doorway missing a head, and the dead corpse simply rolled onto the floor. The LRV dropped out of the air and hit the floor again, flying out into an exterior not unlike the Pillar of Autumn's. A huge oxygen barrier encompassed the ship, keeping a steady supply of the precious gas inside it. John wrestled with the fighting wheel, and finally regained control, swerving just in time to avoid a looming pillar. "Three minutes Chief," Cortana warned anxiously, and John nodded silently. He stamped on the accelerator, and the Warthog shot through a narrow tunnel ahead, losing no speed as it crashed into several unsuspecting Flood forms. Concave gratings shook the LRV as it flew across the familiar UNSC floor, shaking John's already unsteady hands. "Two minutes," Cortana told him even more worriedly. John was perspiring profusely now, and at that moment in time he was the vehicle. Pillars were avoided, Flood forms were deftly destroyed, ramps were gracefully leapt over. And then, finally, the end was in sight. John could see the hangar up ahead. Relief coursed through his aching body, and he began to break as the Warthog approached the area. It drifted into the open hangar dripping with Flood biomass, and ground to a halt before the tarnished Longsword fighter, ramp down, inviting him inside it. "Move!" John commanded sharply, unstrapping the belt securing him in the Warthog. He paused long enough to pick up the still lifeless form of Mendicant Bias, and leapt out, along with Thel and the Arbiter. Immediately Flood soldiers in the area reacted to their arrival; plasma bolts stuttered across their heads and bullets whizzed past. John felt a few impact him in the sides, and hoped his weakened shields would hold up. The trio rushed inside the Longsword, and John immediately rushed to the narrow cockpit. Johnson hit a button and the ramp slid shut, preventing the frustrated and now idiotic Flood forms from gaining access. Valuable seconds were eaten as John climbed into the pilot's seat, started up the engines and transferred Cortana to the board. A small holographic representation of her popped up, showing her stressed face. "Hang on!" she shouted, and the Longsword lifted up into the air, billowing Flood biological mass across the outside hangar. John instinctively reeled back as several Flood infection forms smashed into the nearly unbreakable windows of the airtight fighter, vainly attempting to gain access. The Longsword rotated, giving John that uncomfortable feeling in his gut. With a roar, the fighter shot forward, exiting the oxygen barrier separating the hangar and slipspace. The Longsword's engines were quickly cut off as it pulled away from the Gravemind's ship, now sailing blindly towards its doom. "And. . . now," Cortana timed, watching the ship as it winked out from the slipspace tunnel, disappearing into the system where the black hole resided. Sparks crackled from where it had exited for a few moments, before vanishing. Finally, it was all over. John exhaled deeply, and took off his helmet with relief, before crashing into the back of his chair happily, pure adrenaline raging through his body still. "We did it," he laughed, groaning as the adrenaline wore off and left aches and pains previously ignored behind. "Thank the ancients," Thel chuckled from somewhere behind him. Johnson merely grunted, unable to form words in his tired state. Cortana watched them all with a raised eyebrow, before smiling. "Well done," she congratulated warmly. "The Gravemind's dead, and the Flood are in chaos. It's all over. We'll head back to Sangheilios now, ETA in two hours. Why don't you boys get some sleep? You all look like you need it." John shook his head wearily, intending to stay awake and speak with Cortana awhile, and perhaps discuss the mind-blowing revelations the Gravemind had told him. Eventually though exhaustion overcame him, and he found himself drifting into a sleep that was, for the first time since the horrific discovery on the first Halo ring, devoid of nightmares about the Flood. [Edited on 08.21.2010 10:45 AM PDT]

"I altered the destination of this ship's slipspace vector, of course," it told him, still cackling. "Let's see how successful you are, [i]Reclaimer[/i], when your foe is a black hole! What makes it all the more ironic is that this particular one was created by my creators when they began collapsing star systems to slow the Flood down. Farewell, John." And it vanished. John looked around the room nervously, and was nearly thrown off his feet once again when the ship began to buck. "If we're going to die, then let us slay as many of the parasite as possible before this black hole can rob us of the opportunity," Thel growed, igniting an energy sword and adopting a combat-ready stance. "What good would that do?" Johnson cried, punching the Arbiter lightly on the shoulder as if to shake him back into reality. "We ain't dead yet, and I don't plan to be. Not again. There must be some way we can escape." John noticed his MJOLNIR helmet lying upside down a few dozen metres away, and jogged towards it. It was odd, but seeing it separated from his torso was as disgusting as a severed head would have been. Reaching down he picked it up, knocked some of the biological Flood mass out of it, and secured it onto his head. [i]Chief![/i] Cortana cried in relief, occupying that cold space in his mind again. [i]What's going on?[/i] "The Gravemind's dead, but Offensive Bias just arrived and set this ship on course with a black hole. Can you override the systems?" he demanded worriedly, clinging to that spark of hope. Thel and Johnson gathered around him. Cortana was silent for a few moments, before sighing. "It's no good, I'll never be able to bypass his locks in time. This ship isn't changing direction," she told the three. "Wait, I swear I saw a Longsword on the way here," Johnson remembered, brown crinkled as the tough old sergeant thought. "It was caked in that Flood slime, but it might still work." "How far?" Thel demanded hurriedly. "This is a big ship, maybe two miles away or so. But if we can get to it in time, then perhaps we can use it to escape this slipspace stream before we wind up in a black hole," Johnson grinned. "How long do we have?" John asked Cortana. She was silent for a few moments, before answering sadly. "Ten, at the most." Grins faded, replaced by despondent looks. "I guess we're dead then," Johnson muttered darkly. John ignored him, exiting the room curiously. He could see a dark shape up ahead, barely visible even with his MJOLNIR helmet. He drew closer, activating his flashlight, and then finally saw it. "What if we had a Warthog?" he called over, running a pleased hand over the battered but still very much intact frame of the blessed vehicle. Heads snapped to face him, and hurried over. "Then we might have a chance," Thel shouted triumphantly, moving around to the turret. Johnson cut him off. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded impudently. "Manning this weapon," Thel explained slowly, confused. Johnson shook his head, climbing up onto it himself. "Sorry Arbiter, but I called dibs." "What does that mean?" the Elite demanded strongly. "It means that you're getting into the side," Johnson told him smugly, strapping his boots into the Warthog turret and affixing a protective helmet to his head. John decided to step in. "Time's ticking, we need to leave," he told them, jumping into the driver's seat. There were no keys, but Cortana easily hot-wired the systems. In a few moments the engine was revving, and they were ready to leave. John took the inactive Mendicant Bias off his back, and tucked him in the cavity between the two front seats. Thel grumbled, before giving up and climbing in the side seat next to John. "This is happening far too often," John told his friend, before pushing his foot down on the accelerator. * * * * * * * * The Warthog sailed over the ledge, the sheer amount of air resistance throwing John firmly against the seat. For a few terrifying moments it flew through the air, bridging the gap between the two different segments of the ship -- Human and Covenant. The welding was done shoddily, but somehow the two managed to stay together. [i]Thud![/i] With a bounce, the Warthog deftly landed on the other side of the ledge, entering a Covenant segment of the Gravemind's ship. The beaten vehicle's wind mirror cracked slightly, and it reared on its back tires, prompting everyone to cry out in surprise. Suddenly, it was back on all four wheels, and surged along, cutting past the bemused look Flood soldiers who began to fire their rifles far too late. John felt the entire body of the Warthog shudder as Johnson began to let loose rounds from the gattling turret affixed to the back. A large passageway loomed before him, with hallowed walkways on either side, guarded by large and imposing Flood soldiers. A wide, smooth bridge stretched out between the two. John assessed swiftly, and pushed the Warthog forwards. A Flood form ran into the path of it, obviously expecting John to swerve and lose momentum. He didn't. The Spartan drew out a small firearm, and shot the Flood form in the shoulder. It keeled back slightly, and lost its steady stance. The LRV smashed into it, the ornamental tusks attached to the front of the vehicle piercing the flesh of the Flood form, which was soon trampled underneath the Warthog. The gattling turret rattled, spitting bullet casings to the floor like cherry seeds. The Warthog flew up the bridge, tires struggling to grip the nearly frictionless metal. John slammed the accelerator down, urging the vehicle onwards. He reached the top of the bridge and saw a ledge he would have never attempted to conquer had he been aware of it, and drove the vehicle into a nose dive. Glass shattered as the LRV leapt through the stained glass, shards breaking into a million tiny pieces , hovering in the air and bouncing off John and Thel's shields. Johnson was relieved that he'd decided to don a helmet in favour of his usual sergeant's cap. The Spartan stamped on the brake instantly, as if he were one with the vehicle. It teetered in the air for a few moments, before resolutely landing in a wide, enclosed pedestrian tunnel beneath the floor of the ship. The Warthog halted for a few moments, and John checked everyone was okay. Both his friends were wide eyed, but alive. "How did you know this tunnel would be here?" Thel asked breathlessly. John shrugged. "I didn't," he confessed, before firing up the Warthog's engine. Johnson and Thel exchanged a nervous look. The LRV rolled onwards, covering the distance of the dimly lit tunnel quickly. Finally, it jumped out, wheels spinning as they attempted to find solid ground. The Warthog sailed through the air, reaching for the elevated area high above. It found it, and was soon speeding along once again. The Gravemind's ship was still swerving violently as a result of suddenly altering course, causing the battered hull to creak precariously. John drove down a sharp incline, and spotted a few Flood forms waiting for him in anticipation up ahead. He pushed the Warthog into third, and mowed down the monstrous beings under his thick tires. Biomass splattered the three. "How much time, Cortana?" he demanded, shouting over the roar of the engine. "I'd say about seven minutes. Come on Spartan, you can do it!" she encouraged profusely, and he rolled his eyes. Spartans didn't need morale or words of encouragement, they just did the job to the best of their abilities; always. He didn't say anything though, since he appreciated the gesture. Suddenly, flying bat-like creatures over head, firing down spikes at the Warthog. "Flood swarms!" Thel shouted, and Johnson brought the turret around, firing, whilst John swerved in an attempt to avoid their shots. The flying infected swooped and fell as the heavy rounds tore into the thin membrane of their wings. Two fell in beside the Warthog, smashing into it in an attempt to tip it over. Despite their size they were remarkably strong, and the vehicle began to lift up slightly. John swore, something he rarely did, and edged the Warthog around a pillar closely, hoping to lose them. They merely flew around it and rejoined him in a few seconds. And then they were plucked out the air by the Arbiter, who held one in each hand. They shrieked like vultures who hadn't eaten for days, and continued to do so until Thel choked the life out of them. Clear of the two oppressors, John focused all his attention on the matter at hand. Rubber protested as he pushed the Warthog even harder, almost smashing his foot through the metal of the vehicle as he slammed down the accelerator. "Chief, there's no gravity in the room ahead!" Cortana cried out, as John prepared to enter a room ripped from a UNSC carrier. The Spartan braked suddenly, slowing down the vehicle considerably. The LRV flew through the partition barrier, and suddenly found itself in Zero-G conditions. It's momentum propelled it forward, flying towards a-- "We're going to hit that wall, dammit!" Johnson shouted, panicking.

Here is the first part of the Epilogue to Insurrection. It is shorter than subsequent parts will be. Thanks to Steadman for "steaditing." I hope you enjoy this small teaser, I'm constantly working very hard on the Epilogue so it is as rich and satisfying as possible. You won't need to wait too long for the next part. [b]Epilogue - Part 1[/b] John awoke slowly, his head pounding with the sound of a thousand drums. The world swam before his eyes, his ears were ringing. Groggily, he moved his hands before his face, and was relieved to learn they were still there. A voice was distantly battering at his mind, incessant and shrill. He smacked the side of his head, attempting to clear his head of the voice, but it didn't stop. "Chief!" Memories were associated with that single, powerful word. Running through the jungle with his Spartans back on the Reach undergrowth, searching for an Insurrectionist leader. All had been wearing black jumpsuits. Fred was creeping through the darkness, twin knives held in hands. They were stained with dried human blood. Linda held a silenced long range rifle in her hand, the scope practically unused as she picked off targets with hawk-like vision. Kelly stealing through the night, falling upon unsuspecting victims with a swift and deadly precision, snapping necks and suffocating. Sam, the tallest of them all, not making an effort to hide himself as he ripped insurrectionists to pieces with his lightly gauntleted hands. Kurt, conferring with John, assessing the situation and always talking. William, determined and always keeping up morale with clever jokes and befuddling riddles. His family, working together as a singular force. And then crushing reality kicked him in the stomach, and John felt sick. All of them were dead. He was the last Spartan. "Chief!" the voice cried again, quite concerned. But John didn't want to wake up. He just wanted to lie down forever, and drift off into oblivion, with his Spartans. They'd be reunited again. A sudden, sharp pain in the side. Another shout. Hands shaking him constantly, voices muttering. "Spartan, awaken! It's time to leave." John stubbornly refused to open his eyes or engage his brain. He was done with life, not that it had been much of a life anyway. The earliest thing he could remember was Halsey taking him away. And since then, his life had been war. There was nothing else. There could be nothing else. Suddenly, a deadly familiar sound. That of a gun being drawn from it's holster. Raw instinct kicked in despite his wishes to die and he leapt to his feet, surging in the direction of the gun. He didn't even need to think or see as he grabbed the arm holding it, twisted and batted the firearm out of the hand holding it. "Heh, I knew that would work," Sergeant Johnson chuckled, staring up at John with a triumphant smirk. "Okay Chief, you can let go of my arm now. Ow!" His vision cleared, and he saw his hands grasping Johnson's scarred and torn arm in a deadly grip. He stared dumbly at it for a few moments, before relinquishing his hold and drawing back. "Sorry," John muttered quietly, assessing the room. He was still in the Gravemind's lair. But there was no Gravemind in sight. He saw Avery Johnson and Thel Vadam' watching him, still concerned. He could sense Cortana inhabiting his armour, although the world felt strangely colourless without his MJOLNIR helmet. "You've been out cold a few hours at least, you were too close to the Gravemind when he. . . I actually don't know what happened. All I know is that suddenly he was dead, and you were lying on the floor," Johnson informed him, exhaling a puff of smoke. Without his helmet, John inhaled the second hand toxins, and nearly gagged as a result of the strong vapour. "So the Gravemind's really dead?" John demanded, still feeling a little shaken, as if he would have a nervous breakdown at any moment. The room had become eerily silent, almost scarily so. For some reason John wanted nothing more than to leave. "See for yourself, Spartan," Thel intoned, pointing up at the pedestal the Gravemind had once inhabited. A pool of rotting, biological mass. Dead contours were indented into the remains of the Gravemind, letting off a odd looking vapour. And in the middle of it-- "Mendicant Bias?" John marvelled, striding towards the pedestal and the inactive spherical monitor lying in the centre of it amidst the Gravemind's corpse. Johnson grabbed him before he drew any nearer to it. "Not so fast Chief, we don't know how dangerous that piranha plant's remains are. Yeah, we see tinkerbell too. He looks pretty dead, Chief," the sergeant told him sadly, shaking his head. "As much as he got on my nerves sometimes, I kinda liked him. At least [i]he[/i] didn't shoot me with a laser." John shrugged off the other human's hand, and kept moving towards the inactive Forerunner AI. He leaped up onto the large, elevated platform, scratched and weary green boots splashing through the almost liquid body of the Gravemind, which oozed unpleasantly under his feet. The stench was atrocious, but he kept moving anyway. Finally, he reached the centre of the pedestal where a dead god now lay sprawled, and bent down to touch Mendicant Bias gently. The lifeless looking monitor spun slightly, before once again remaining still. He was covered in biological Flood mass, and no light emanated from him. "Mendicant?" John asked softly, but there was no reply. The Forerunner AI was completely, and totally dead. It must have burnt out when unleashing the virus upon the Gravemind. John bowed his head mournfully, gently placing two hands upon its chassis, wiping away some of the biomass tarnishing its beautiful surface. He could see small Forerunner runes line the body of it, thousands upon thousands of them neatly rowed up. Affectionately he traced a path across a line of them with a finger, sighing. Then, a spark. A fleeting, momentary race of blue across the thin surface, over so quick that John as almost convinced he'd imagined it. He looked back at Johnson and the Arbiter, but they hadn't seen anything. Still, [i]he[/i] had. And it was enough. He tentatively picked the small casing of the monitor up, brushing away further remains of the Gravemind. Once again he was astounded by how truly beautiful the monitor was up close, and the amount of intricate detail that no normal eye could ever see. "You wanna take him with us?" Johnson asked sympathetically. "Sure, we can give him a burial, or burning, or something." John hopped off the pedestal deftly, holding the AI out before him, analysing. "I think he might still be alive," the Spartan remarked shrewdly. Thel looked sceptical. "He said himself that being put into the Gravemind would kill him, Spartan. Do not overly grieve him, for he died happily and with no regrets. Now, we should find this ship's bridge and head back to Sangheilios. With the Gravemind dead, there is no doubt that we shall secure a swift and decisive victory," the Arbiter told him, unconsciously clenching his fist as he did so. John stared at Mendicant Bias for a few more moments, before nodding and affixing the inactive chassis to his back via the clips he used to hold his rifle. "Then let's get moving," he began, before suddenly being interrupted by a bronze light materialising in the air before him. He stepped back wearily, whipping a pistol out and aiming it at the source. Offensive Bias appeared, staring straight down the barrel of the M6G. The rampant AI stared curiously at it for a few moments, before the light in its eye focused on John. "You! What are you doing here? Where is the--" Offensive Bias broke off as it drifted sideways slightly, looking behind the trio at the Gravemind's decayed and putrid corpse. It stared blindly at the remains for a few moments, the red light in its eye increasing in intensity, before uttering a few words. "No," it protested, denying the scene before it. It frantically began to pulsate, making despaired noises. "You haven't-- this is a trick!" John stepped forward determinedly. "No trick," he told the tarnished AI, before letting a round loose from his pistol. It passed straight through the shimmering Offensive Bias, and he realised it was merely a holographic projection. "You've ruined everything!" Offensive Bias shrieked at him, the image of it blurring slightly in a wave of static. "Why? Why must you people always destroy and neglect everything wondrous? What's wrong with you!" John put his pistol back into its holster, knowing that he couldn't do anything to harm the AI nor could it directly harm him. He moved a tired hand across his eyes. "Nothing is wrong with us, Offensive Bias. We just finished what you were created to do. Your primary programming has been fulfilled. You're free," the Spartan told it softly. Offensive Bias' red flame dulled to a kinder blue for a moment, but just as quickly reverted back to its crimson colour. "No! I will never be free now, thanks to you! Well you're going to pay, do you understand? You may have ruined everything, but you [i]will[/i] die!" it screamed at him, and the hologram began to glow vividly. Suddenly, John felt the entire ship creak and shudder, making horrendous noises as it began to sway dangerous. "What did you just do?" he demanded icily of the fallen Forerunner AI, who laughed maniacally. [Edited on 08.21.2010 10:43 AM PDT]

That'd be nice.

He gets unbanned later on today, and I think he has the next part of the conclusion ready.

Wow this is a decent ban...

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] anton1792 [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] boxburn Noo, does anyone have part 53 copied somewhere so i can have it please?[/quote] You could always PM him if you are that desperate. I want to read that parody thread he made in the Reach forum though. It should be good. :P[/quote]It's blocked too... :,(

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] boxburn Noo, does anyone have part 53 copied somewhere so i can have it please?[/quote] You could always PM him if you are that desperate. I want to read that parody thread he made in the Reach forum though. It should be good. :P