If you look in the dictionary, you'll find this is the meaning of short, but just to feed you guys because I've been so busy!! Now all of these Spartans were in danger. The augmentations were tomorrow and they had already managed to get the whole complex overrun by the Flood. He ran to the huge laboratory of all known knowledge, seeing immobile Flood forms on the walls, like huge lumps of Flood-flesh. It was the weirdest thing he’d ever seen. 1000 hours, SEPTEMBER 29,2552/MILITARY CALENDAR\ ON ‘INSTALLATION 05’ “This is CPO Mendez to all UNSC patrol in-range, this is the whole SPARTAN-III project crew, and we need help. We need at least nine Pelican Dropships ASAP.” They had been running from the Flood for four years, at least 12 of them killed already. CPO Mendez was running out of time when but one UNSC ship, the In Amber Clad had arrived out of slipspace, and he needed a ride back. The In Amber Clad slowly came towards their position, as Mendez peeped out of the small hole in the cave. A floating red light bulb had called this the Quarantine Zone, not that it really mattered at the moment. The ship went back into high orbit, and CPO Mendez asked for SPARTAN-058’s S2 AM Sniper Rifle. She unwillingly handed it over, and he looked through the scope seeing little pods-ODSTs-fall towards the ground, some 50 kilometres away. Mendez felt hope for his star trainee, John-117 to be the one that rescues him, but it was likely not the case. He stared at the ship for two days, when it came at a high speed towards his position. The InAmberClad landed only 26 metres away from the mouth of the tunnel. He signalled for his Spartans to enter the small human ship, so they did. They looked around, something wasn’t right. The hatches were jammed open, and Brutes swarmed the area. “Miranda! Get the hell out of here! Take the Spartans!” Mendez yelled. He fought to his last breathe, and was assassinated by a Brute seconds after. They were all dead, except for one Brute. CHAPTER 9====== 0007, OCTOBER 26, 2552/MILITARY CALENDAR\ ABOARD COVENANT FLAGSHIP, EXCALIBUR. John looked at Cortana’s holographic appearance. John looked down at his destroyed, bloody, soot-stained and cracked MJOLNIR Mark VI armour. “I guess ‘you look nice’ isn’t appropriate for the given situation?” Cortana asked. “You got it.” John replied. “Listen, Chief. Just before you run away to Coral, we’ve got a hospital of some sort in

F****** Brilliant! Me want more!

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Terribly sorry for the long wait for the next part, it'll be yet ANOTHER long wait until the part after THIS. I'd just like to thank Chunkyshark for what he said about my fanfic, and his little insight on the Reclaimers/Forerunners. Kelly awoke again, notices she had her whole suit on again, including the helmet. She looked around the room, no doubt they rigged the suit. She couldn’t use it anymore. One final check confirmed nothing else was in the room with her, besides needles, guns, and other medical equipment. She prayed for Fred’s welfare, and remember the Installation-02 incident. Even further back, she remember meeting CPO Mendez on Delta Halo. Mendez was an old man, and it seemed Dr. Halsey set him straight, he was doing something weird on Delta Halo. She wasn’t allowed into the human structure, but she remembered Dr. Halsey storm out mumbling to herself. It was an interesting series of occasions. CHAPTER 8======== 0600 HOURS, MILITARY CALENDAR/2548\ ON ARTIFICIAL RING-WORLD, KNOWN AS INSTALLTION-05 “Get up, it’s time for another exercise men!” Linda snorted. “And women!” Mendoza added on. He felt bad about doing this, but having a new SPARTAN-III project would really increase the probability of survival to the human race. They were clones. Mendoza couldn’t stop thinking about all of these contraptions that a team of under 250 men had assembled for the clones of the regular SPARTAN-II’s. John, Linda, Kelly, Will, Fred, Anton, Grace, Li, you name ‘em, they were here. Except Sam, who was easily Mendoza’s best team man. He let his life go on the Covenant ship in 2525 just for the welfare of Kelly and John, his two other ‘favourites’. Chiron TL 35-TL95 Training Complexes were assembled here on this ring-world, but Mendez couldn’t help thinking that ONI was keeping a dangerous secret about this place. Everything was fine, the Spartan’s clones were just as strong as the other Spartans, and would be stronger at this rate in about four years. That is, if the Covenant didn’t find this ring before then. Either way, if the clones turned out half as good as the Spartans, then it is likely they’d have success on the first Covenant assault on this ring-world. “Mendez!” A low ranking Marine has shouted, running down the hallway, kicking open the door that was mostly closed into the Spartans bunk. “Listen! Creatures! Everywhere!” The Marine screamed as if seeing hell itself. “Slow down there, take a deep breath, that’s it. Good.” Mendez replied. “Listen up, get all personnel the hell out of this ring! There is some creature, I don’t know how to explain it, little pod like creatures, they jump on you and suck the very life out of you!” “You’re sure this wasn’t a dream?” Mendez replied, astonished by the creatures described. “Ackerson is dead.” The Marine casually said. “Ackerson? How?” Mendez replied. At this point, Mendoza had turned completely around to face the door, and lifted a pistol out of his pocket. A Magnum, way more efficient than the other one with a scope which was used more, but then again this one was a brand new pistol. Some Spartans already began to rise from their beds, which were referred to as ‘mattresses’ because there was almost no sheets or blankets on it. They rubbed their eyes, but knew they shouldn’t ask what was going on when their CPO was in the middle of a seemingly important conversation. “The pods!” The Marine screamed. “We didn’t mark his as KIA, just MIA, we never saw his corpse.” “I guess that’s something to look forward to.” Mendez grunted. “Could you recount the events that lead to this… missing of Ackerson?” “Not now sir, they’ve followed me in.” “Now what are they called?” The entire wall collapsed, and Spartan-117, named John had to make a swift roll out of his bedding onto the hard concrete floor. Millions of parasite-like creatures crawled into the room, resembling humans. “The Flood!” Mendez cried. “Follow me!” Mendez shouted, smashing through the glass window with his shoulder. He fell off the 12th story onto the hard dirt and grass ground. Of course, just like Ackerson to play with fire and get us all burned. Mendez thought. The original plan was to modify the Spartan clones with Flood DNA to enhance their athletic abilities. After the discovering and studying the Flood since 2545, they decided the Flood had some advantages when taking over a human corpse, and turning it into a combat form, which was mainly the ability to jump great distances. And now, double energy shields were a necessity on the new Mark-VII Armour, which wasn’t exactly finished yet. He hoped the 24 kilometre long building which contained everything known about the Flood, the Covenant, the Halos, and the Spartans wasn’t destroyed. The plan was brilliant, sure-fire, perfect. Now Ackerson had to go and get himself killed. Mendez decided the next assignment was an antidote to turning flood combat forms, back into their original human forms, or Covenant forms for that matter, but not like they’d want to.

dude your halo book/comic thangy is really cool maybe the humans are the forunners is that why gulity spark calls cheif reclamer or maybe spartans look like reclamers Gulity spark halo1: "if you will not actavate the ring i will simply find another" the orical 2401 on halo2: "a reclamer hear" [Edited on 4/4/2005 2:09:44 PM]

I wonder too...

nice chapter Chief, I wonder what's going to happen to Kelly.

its my first post! weehee

EVentually, the Arbiter will meet the Chief, yes.

awsome story man keep it up.

Wahoo go arbitor these stories are getting better and better will the arbitor and master cheif meet each other coz that will be cool as them fighting side by side KEEP UP THE AWESOME WORK MAN.

Sorry man, I'm just not getting the 2 THE GUARDIANS THINGS (thats 2 words and a number) LATEST UPDATE I'm working, no disruptions!!

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] IrFmAn one word actually 2 THE GUARDIANS [/quote] WTF?

one word actually 2 THE GUARDIANS

A short, but well-needed segment. Enjoy and post your thoughts. Kelly looked around the dark room. She couldn't make out the people-or aliens sorrounding her, tinkering with parts of her MJOLNIR Mark VII suit. She noticed her whole right arm was missing, and saw a needle on a table to her left, filled with a substance. It was clearly a sleep-syringe, designed to make the receiver fall instantly asleep, for up to 24 hours. Thats what happened. She grabbed a plasma shotgun from her left, and fired it, killing three enemies, then she felt a pound on her head, and her vision fell black. CHAPTER 7======== 2254 October 25th, 2552 (revised date) Military Calander\ Unknown courtyard, believed position in New Mombasa, residential zone Sergeant Banks meleed his Magnum into the Drones back, looking at it's desgusting demented face. "Isn't it a little too late to start trick-or-treaten'?" "Nice one, sir." A Marine said. It was a horrible sight. Civilian corpses lined the ground, but you could the sky here… and everything was normal. “This is Lord Hood to all UNSC personnel! All enemies retreating to an unknown vector. To heavy for intercept. They’re retreating! I have a feeling we haven’t one, but all alien crafts are heading to what seems to be… My God. It’s Coral.” Master Chief heard the radio message loud and clear, and poked his head out from the hole he was taking cover in. He looked around, nothing. But what was Coral? >>Begin transmission [technical information here, to be inserted later] To John I don’t have much time, I’m seeing thousands of orange ships and Covenant ships. Need help. Come! Co-ordinates 3454454’ 346834’’ Dr. Catherine Halsey John winced at the use of his name. But where and how the hell would he get there? John looked around at his surroundings, to see buildings crashing down by themselves. One toppled over, no more then 20 metres away from him was the closest point. The ground shook, and then he saw it. Robots. “TARDS!” John shouted. “It was a stupid idea!” He continued firing his Magnum, seeing another one on the floor. He picked up the second Magnum in his left hand, and reloaded the one in his right. He saw a robotic creature run towards him. Master Chief did a barrel roll to dodge a few of these metal chunks the robots fired at him. He fired both Magnums. He was trapped in a narrow street, surrounded by buildings over 900 feet tall, skyscrapers. Then he realized something he hadn’t seen before, and advantage. One of the buildings, around the seventh floor had a crash in the window, and in the hole caused by the crash, was a Banshee. It looked in pretty could condition for getting crashed into a window. It was too high to reach from where he was at the time. John ran into the front door of the building, letting the sliding doors smash at his chest. It was an office building, with tables and holographic computers everywhere. He had no time. The elevators were too much of a risk, so he ran to the good old-fashioned stairways. People who misbehaved had to run up things like these hundreds of times back on Reach, along with several other brutal punishments. He ran at full speed, and saw a swinging door, like from the year 2000 and kicked it open, for it was locked. On the door, stencils showed it was FLOOR 7. He ran in, and noticed the maze of cubicles, with unfolding computers in each one. Invented in 2253, these computers could be modified into a no bigger than an centimeter sphere, and when pushing the button, it would expand to a regular model of the computer. This was pretty low-tech compared to the 2mm PC Projectors invented in 2512, in which the little object projected not just what would come up on a monitor, but the entire computer, with push able buttons, rather than your fingers going right through the image of light. He saw the Banshee, and ran over to it. He grabbed it, flipped it around until the pilot’s seat was at a good angle, and then jumped in. He pressed the button to close the hatch, as he lay down in a ‘superman’ position. He fired a radioactive fuel rod rod at the robots crowding the floor, then he saw Cortana’s ship, hovering just above the skinny ozone layer. The ozone layer had been ripped apart from Covenant plasma, and apparently, ocean levels has dropped by over 23 metres, leaving the area between Russia and Alaska extremely shallow for an ocean. He flew the Banshee up toward Cortana’s ship, the Excalibur. “Cortana! This is Spartan 117, the Master Chief. I’m in a Banshee, and I’m requesting entrance to the Excalibur. Open up the belly of the ship, for I’m right under it.” After the word Cortana, the Master Chief stayed relatively calm, as always. John noticed a hole appear in the belly of the Covenant beast, and drove the Banshee up. He turned on is COM, “Okay Cortana, close the hatch.” He said calmly. He ran down the purple and pink corridors, wondering for the 300th time why a military colour would be purple and pink. He saw some strange words on the wall. He approached the words and noticed they were in the Covenant language. He lay his hand on the words, the new MJOLNIR Mark VI could decode almost anything, and Covenant language was a piece of cake nowadays. All of this writing meant one word, ‘BRIDGE’. He saw the doors to the left, and entered, suddenly, all of the Elite’s on the bridge turned to John and leveled Plasma Rifles, and some Carbines. “The Demon!” Some screamed. “Not so fast.” John said, so calm that it annoyed Cortana. “Don’t fire, he’s with us.” Cortana said, trying to act calm as the Master Chief did. “Why? He is the Demon! He must be sentenced!” A white coloured Elite bridge sentinel said. Miranda approached the Master Chief, and whispered if it was okay if she showed them that he was human. A few clicks were heard, then Miranda lifted the Chief’s helmet off of his head, and the Elites gasped in horror. The Demon was a human! The Sangheili weren’t doing so well. Apparently, all of the Parasite were killed off in this area, so it was Sangheili against others. Johnson was pinned down, with two Brutes, one with a Brute Shot, the other with an Energy Sword. They rounded the rock Johnson was behind, and Johnson saw no escape route. He stood up, because he was leaning against the rock a second before. They closed in on him, and the Brute with the Energy Sword grabbed Sergeant’s hands, allowing him no counter-attack. His S2 AM Sniper Rifle dropped to the group, with the sound of metal hitting sand. The Brute with the Brute Shot flipped the weapon over, revealing the huge knife on the other end, which most used for meleeing, or for breaking open something. The Brute stabbed Johnson’s chest with it, and slid it downwards, slitting his chest open, through the armour. “A days rations says he’ll die in one, two at most.” The Brute with the brute shot said. “You’re on.” The other Brute said. “One slit.” The Brute wielding the Energy Sword added on. Segeant Johnson had a small ounce of hope in his heart, for the Arbiter slowly and quietly walked up behind the Brute cutting the Sergeant, and stabbed his Energy Sword into his back. It wasn’t long until the Arbiter had literally chopped the other’s head off. “Thanks.” Was all Sarge could say. “Friends.” The Arbiter said, and lent out his hand. Sergeant Johnson shook it. “Friends.” He replied.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Deidg Nactal Cortana is on high charity, not the control room, and the sacred icon is the index, as we know. Also, you need to tell more about the environment. I have no idea where master chief is.[/quote] I think the best answer to this was that the story takes place a FEW MINUTES AFTER THE EVENTS THAT TOOK PLACE WHEN THE ARBITER DEFEATED TARTARUS. (sp?) Cortana never was in the control room, she just appeared there. The ARbiter and Commander went back to an uninfected Flood area on High Charity, where the Descendant Hope and the Excalibur were found, then when the Arbiter went to HIgh Charity, Miranda picked up her little chip and brought her aboard... HIGH CHARITY AND HALO'S CONTROL ROOM WERE LINKED.

Cortana is on high charity, not the control room, and the sacred icon is the index, as we know. Also, you need to tell more about the environment. I have no idea where master chief is. [Edited on 3/26/2005 8:11:52 AM]

Good idea Bruteslayer. I'll do... something of the sort...

dont kill the arbitor make like hes about to die and his mates are goin to be killed then he appears with an energy sword and rips they flood or brutes to shreds

More Sam, I'm hoping to focus more on him, Linda, Kelly, the Chief and Fred in the next few chapters. Should I kill the Arbiter?

i cant wait for another story there so COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!

I agree, and i'm still so happy Sam's back!

been a while since i have wrote in this forum. KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK CHIEF. its comming along very nicely.

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