[b] Prologue [/b]
Mist and distant stars swirled and danced in a dazzling display of colour. In the distance he could make out the faces of those he had lost, many of them friends but all were heroes determined to ensure the survival of mankind.
But unlike them he had prevailed where they had not and against all the odds he had defeated countless enemies on countless worlds. He had survived and was now the last of his kind in a universe full of uncertainty.
As he continued to drift in his new found peace the distant mist changed colour once more to a fiery red, which radiated with blinding beauty in the dark and empty void. His name was whispered amongst the stars over and over again, but then the whispering became louder until a deafening roar filled his already ringing ears.
“John, wake up!” screamed Cortana.
John quickly opened his eyes only to see the shattered and broken section of the frigate before him. He opened the stasis chamber and pulled his weightless body from its inviting warmth. All around him the hull of the ship seemed to warp and shudder as a series of bright red flares cascaded around the bulkheads.
“Status,” Barked john
“Re-entry Chief, we’re about to make an emergency crash landing.” Explained Cortana
“Where?” asked John
“I don’t know, but wherever we are it’s nowhere near Earth.” Replied Cortana
John moved to the far end of the deck to see what Cortana was talking about. Below the broken UNSC ship was a large planet shrouded in darkness, the only visible light was on the horizon from the now rising sun.
“Firing emergency thrusters!” stated Cortana
Despite only having half the ship to use, the robust structure and redundant back-up systems were still capable of manoeuvring the hulk in the planets atmosphere. The ungainly shape of the UNSC frigate would provide maximum surface for slowing their descent. The only thing they had to worry about was the landing itself.
[b] Part One [/b]
“What are our options?” asked John
“I could crash-land the Forward Unto Dawn, but I doubt that even you would survive chief. Our only other option is for you to get to one of the ships’ hangar bays and try and fly a Pelican to the surface. Once there, I’ll land the Dawn as best as I can.” Explained Cortana
“I’m not leaving you behind, not again.” Stated John
“Chief you don’t have a choice; if you stay you’ll die. Falling from the sky is one thing, but falling from the sky in 600,000 metric tones of frigate is another. Flying a Pelican to the surface is your only option.” Said Cortana
John stared at Cortana as he weighed the possible options. No doubt every conceivable plan that he was going through in his head had already been examined, summarized and discounted by Cortana along with another ten thousand options within the blink of an eye. Her calculating abilities were only matched by his stubbornness, something which Sgt Johnson had remarked on more than one occasion. But deep down he knew that she was right and reluctantly agreed.
“Where’s the nearest hangar bay?” he asked.
“Two decks down, the damaged lift shaft is your best way of getting there. Once there I’ll try and steady the ship enough for you to fly out, but once your out it’ll be one hell of a ride.” Replied Cortana
“I can handle it.” Stated John with a confident tone
John grabbed the assault rifle and attached it to his armoured back before boosting himself off the stasis chamber and towards the darker section of the ship. Cortana had activated several way-points on his NAV computer all of which illuminated a small section of his display like a trail of proverbial breadcrumbs.
Ahead of him the hull shuddered under the increasing stress of re-entry. Although they were still some way out before the ship would start to burn, John knew that the most time he had was around seventeen minutes. Then as if by some form of telepathy, Cortana activated a small timer display in the upper left section of his helmet which read: 17:28 before it began to count down.
“This is how much time you have chief before the Dawn becomes too unstable for you to leave, so I suggest that you hurry.” Shouted Cortana
John glided towards the lift shaft ahead of him and then placed an armour encased hand on the twisted door. John planted his feet on the floor before exerting some pressure on the broken doorway. After several seconds of pulling, the metal gave way and the door glided slowly away from him revealing a dark lift shaft that almost seemed to descend into infinity.
After increasing the power to his helmet mounted lamp and boosting the gain on his night vision sensors, John quickly dived into the bowels of the Dawn. All around him shapes and shadows fleeted and warped in the changing light, giving the illusion that he was traveling with company. John only wished that were true. He would have given anything to be with his old team again.
Cortana snapped John back to reality with a progress report on their re-entry; he was surprised to discover that almost five minutes had passed since he left the upper deck. John once again focused on his lonely descent just as the hangar lift doors came into view.
Unlike the ones that he had left behind these doors were untouched, which presented more than just one problem. As there was no damage to the doors it left John with very little to hold onto.
“Cortana can you spare any power for the doors at the hangar level?” asked John
“Not at the moment chief, I’m using all I have just to keep us pointing the right way. You’ll just have to use your head.” Replied Cortana
“Good idea.” Whispered John
John pushed gently away from the hangar entrance and towards the opposing wall of the lift shaft where the magnetic guide rails for the lift carriage were located. After slowing and positioning himself properly John pushed as hard as he could towards the lift doors and smacked into them with the force of a small tank. The impact sent stars swirling around his head and momentarily lowered his shield strength to 76% before recharging.
Cortana immediately noticed the change in his status and asked what was happening, John replied with his usual sense of wit.
“Just following your advice,”
The encounter with the lift door had left it bent and buckled with enough surface gain for John to twist the metal into a more appropriate doorway.
After passing through the gap John found himself in a large room that barely resembled any sort of hangar. All him around were various and untidy piles of logistical containers that had either been left unsecured or had been shaken from their mountings.
Ahead of him were six Pelicans; four were clearly damaged to the extent that flight was not an option and two of those had been ripped from their ceiling mounted transit clamps. The other two seemed intact and were still fixed to the large mechanical clamps on the hangar ceiling, but as John glided closer he noticed that one of them was covered in a series of large, deep gouges that meant re-entry would be more than a little warm. The last remaining Pelican, apart from a couple of dents, was still perfectly flight worthy, and the automated release system for that particular clamp was still working. It seemed that John’s unusual run of good luck was still with him.
John swam in the zero gravity towards the working Pelican and hauled himself inside through its rear deployment ramp. Despite the outward appearance of the drop ship its interior was anything but calm as John made his way to the cockpit across an internal sea of scattered weapons and ammunition cases. The cockpit was a welcome sight and despite his bulk john managed to secure himself in the small pilot’s chair and activated the controls.
Lights and display screens flickered into life giving the cockpit a strange glow that was more reminiscent of a Covenant cruiser. It had been a while since he had flown himself, but he had a huge area to land on; the planet below. So getting down would not be a problem.
John glanced at the timer display in his SPARTAN helmet where it read 4:09; the trip had taken longer than expected.
In a series of quick stabs at the control panel the engines erupted into life and John released the Pelican from its transit clamp and turned the ship around before stabilizing the drop ship in a small hover.
“Cortana, status!” bellowed John
“The Dawn’s a little sluggish but I think I’ve managed to stabilize her trajectory. I see that you finally got yourself a means of transport,” Answered Cortana “Opening outer doors.”
As Cortana opened the hangar doors John was greeted with a blaze of light from the rising sun on the planets’ horizon. His faceplate polarized to compensate for the intense glare, allowing John to see the interior of the frigate around him once more.
“Chief you’ve got less than three minutes, get out!” commanded Cortana
John answered with a light push on the engines thrusters, which sent the Pelican towards the illuminated opening. The Dawn shuddered several times in the increasing turbulence before Cortana regained control long enough for John to activate the afterburners on the drop ship, sending it hurtling outwards and into the violent atmosphere.
The Pelican jerked suddenly as it came into contact with the rushing air, sending Johns head down with the g-force. After a couple of seconds John regained his control on the nauseating dive and turned to follow the descending frigate just as the Dawn’s forward hull began to glow red from the re-entry manoeuvre. John fired the afterburners a second time and sped towards the falling frigate.
“Cortana what’s your status?” shouted John
“I still have control of the descent and expect impact in twenty two minutes, after I have made a series of-.” Cortana’s conversation was cut short as the antenna array was ripped from the Dawn in the glaring inferno.
John followed closely behind in the Pelican trying to raise an answer from his artificial comrade.
[Edited on 01.27.2009 12:56 PM PST]
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here's the link for the new version: [url]http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=31291784[/url] [Edited on 03.17.2009 2:17 PM PDT]
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^ if you do, make sure to post here so I know to go to a new thread!
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The epilogue is on fanfiction as well, but it hasn't been updated with the new part yet. I may have to start another epilogue thread so I can change the title heading to show each new part.
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It is, but I don't think he has updated it for a while. Neither have I on mine, for that matter.
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is this on fanfiction.net? can some who has it saved to their favorites copy and paste the url link here.
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I just read the sister story before you posted here and i must say it was very cool to get a story from a citizens eyes rather than another soldier.
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Right folks let's get this back up and running. Update: This story; The Halo 3 Epilogue has another sister story: Diary of Survival. Both of these are very closely linked. The epilogue has about another 5 parts left in it until the first book is concluded, but remember this is a trilogy and these will be another two books/stories to come, so don't worry. Yes it would appear that my rank has been decimated, but I don't need rank to testify to my love of all things Halo. So sit back and relax. Part 22 is coming... [Edited on 03.14.2009 1:49 AM PDT]
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The Banhammer was finally prised from Max's body. Edit- Max got demoted to a Member, wow, that's harsh. [Edited on 03.13.2009 4:18 PM PDT]
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Max already has a site made, its called [url=http://www.bungie.net/fanclub/wits/Group/GroupHome.aspx]Wolves In The Snow[/url] Its fallen on hard times but if new people joined it could be up and running in no time. Edit: For the sake of truth Max did not create the group, but its the only one that i know about in which Max is in. [Edited on 03.12.2009 6:09 PM PDT]
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I'm fine with Fan Fic Factor and The Mirratord thanks.
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Hey guys, AND MAX (read this Max, it's important), join this group where Max can still post his story in the forums and we won't miss out on it, and Max can announce stuff! Max, join, I'll make you a group admin so you can announce stuff! [url=http://www.bungie.net/fanclub/278951/Group/GroupHome.aspx] Max's fan-fic Group![/url]
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thy banhammer hath no mercy
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yeah what happened?
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What did he say to get banned?
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog That thread in which he talked about the Gallery, Bungie wanted to silence him. Everyone gets banned sometimes, even me.....Espescially me [/quote] What? You never get banned lol
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WAHHH! Why is bungie so mean? Why ban his Brilliance?!
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] random no337 Oh -blam!-, I think he has been banned, none of his posts come up. EDIT: Took a look at the first post, he has been banned. :-( Why, Max?[/quote] THE HORROR!!!!!!!!! We must bring this to justice! [Edited on 03.11.2009 11:18 AM PDT]
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I get banned for asking for help sometimes, that wasn't so fun... But you can't deny that Max had a point, even if Bungie wishes to ignore it. I don't mind who posts on my story, I am thrilled when someone does but we are giving something back to the community and only some people are noticed. I'll end it there, lest Bungie track me down and I am disposed of in their slingshot prototype.
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That thread in which he talked about the Gallery, Bungie wanted to silence him. Everyone gets banned sometimes, even me.....Espescially me
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Oh -blam!-, I think he has been banned, none of his posts come up. EDIT: Took a look at the first post, he has been banned. :-( Why, Max? [Edited on 03.11.2009 4:03 AM PDT]
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ive dropped my jaw! i cant find it someone help me! really good!
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you cant just edit your first post of the thread?
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I may have to re-post all of the parts in a new thread if the problem is not solved. Still waiting on a reply from Achronos. Unfortunately Foman was unable to correct the title error.
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The words ended up being stuck together in some places due to the fact that I had wrote it in novel style, but when it came to posting it, there were a couple of errors.
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Incredible as always.
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Oh S***! EPIK!!!!!!!!!!