so am I, and YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sam's back, I creid when he was killed off! [Edited on 3/4/2005 5:30:14 PM]

I'm artistically challenged. Shut-up!

I say stick to writing master chief lol the painting of the alien race was ... interesting. You're an excellent writer though im not tryin to flame.

Im finally back! IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS THREAD FOR A MONTH BUT I COULDNT FIND IT. It was atleast past page 10. Sup masterchief. Youve been doing pretty well while i was gone.

your pretty good but why should there be a halo 3 book before the game comes out? but i think you write good i like to write my own halo storys to and urs are better than mine! you need to be a RPer

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] ODST1125 [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Useless Maggot Please learn to write better, and edit. And what is with everyone trying to make a Halo 2/3 book. Please, and no offence to you, but there are far better writers on HBO Fanfic than this. If anyone were to write the new Halo book it should be them.[/quote] shut ur mouth man, if u dont like something then just keep ur mouth shut u dumnass. dont ned to flame something u dont like, just leave the room.[/quote] No need to flame huh well u just didl. U should get a free site and oragnise your story there.It will take me a long time to read it with all the other people braking it up. [Edited on 3/2/2005 5:04:53 PM]

Wish more people would see the alien concept...

http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=1996001&postRepeater 1-p=1

heres the link to your page just put it in your bottom message

[url=http://artpad.art.com/gallery/?icp8ze5v8s8] THis is my art.com painting of what the aliens [basically] look like. [/url] What dya think?

[u] LATEST UPDATE![/u] I'm considering making my story a group-exclusive because I hate coming here and finding it on the 346th page. Here I am, all alone... I would really appreciate it if you joined [url=http://www.bungie.net/fanclub/30195/Group/GroupHome.aspx] my group!!!!!![/url] Thats it for now... Oh yeah, if you want the story in advance, or secret parts, or have a cool idea for the story, PM me or e-mail me at NVGC_19@hotmail.com. Hope you like it!

Sorry this ones so short, but it's full of kickass surprises!! Colonel James Daniels walked up the stairs in the complex in Australia, the official MA Cannon headquarters, where the Orbital MACannons were first invented. From there, UNSC planted their main post their, in the outback, in the middle of a sub-urban community, but the citizens new nothing about the building, but they were running wildly down the streets do to the Covenant invasion in New Mombasa, and most of Africa. The only thing left, was the decommissioned robotic testing facility-T.A.R.D.S. They called it. Marines now called it “DTARDS” because it was now decommissioned. Otherwise, it was known as “Tactical Autonomous Robotic Defence System” It was only the testing facility-but these robots had to work. It was the last hope. This was meeting to head back there, with a few scientists and unseal those robotic creatures in the cryo-tubes, this may be their last chance, with the new enemy on the verge of destruction. He approached the door, and the machine scanned his retina. It was a match. The door admitted him into the small room-he was late. Everyone was there, and they all looked at him. “We have Cortana on screen, men.” A man at the end of the table said. He was Admiral Garcia-Garcia was an extremely popular name nowadays. Cortana waved. The men were relaxed. “So Cortana, do you approve of the summoning of robots?” “Although it may be or last chance, I wouldn’t recommend it. Remember last time robots were used in war against the space pirates? They captured one and figured out everything-not that there’s much to figure out now anyway.” “More importantly, as nobody knows yet, we’ve received a message from the orange bastards.” Admiral Garcia said. Here it is, in English, but with a strange Spanish accent, not like regular ones. “You humans are just another obstacle in our path. We have no religious beliefs whatsoever, and our mission is solely to destroy all life, for the universe belongs to us, not you, and everything that moves in the universe will be destroyed as well, nothing will get in our way, of universal domination!” “So you get it? The screwed up bastards are just out to kill.” A general said. “The Spartans, we’ll borrow one and bring him to the facility, it’s our last hope.” “Cortana, I need you to return-I don’t care what you’re doing, just speed your ass down over here and find the Master Chief. He’s currently on the Rome.” “The Rome? Should I dock there? What will the MAC guns do to the ship, I mean, I am driving a Covenant ship and all-“ “Whats your ship called?” “I believe it’s the Excalibur, sir.” “We’ll notify them. Just come A.S.A.P. Chief was sent to protect it, but that may have been a bad choice because of the whole Earth thing and all…” “Admiral,” Colonel James Daniels said. “Won’t the orange bastards just cover the planet in plasma like the Covenant on Reach, since there is no religious importance for them?” “They haven’t yet, and that’s good enough for me.” The Admiral replied. John looked around the inside of the cargo bay. It was identical-but a bit larger than the Cairo Station. A Spartan approached him. “Cassandra?” Chief questioned. He could tell by her slow, careful body movements. “It’s me, Chief. I’ve been in recovery so long-I” “You’re alive, that’s all that matters.” John replied. Will pointed his finger to his mouth, meaning smile. Cassandra returned the gesture, as did John. Cassandra was the heavy weapons specialist, she could basically wield two rocket launchers, but had to put one down for reload, etc. Cassandra normally called John “117” which is what he preferred. It was easier than “Spartan 117” which was two syllables longer, and may take too long in battle. She wore a battered Mark-VI suit, as John did. John looked at his fingers, some of the rubber was still ripped from the ‘car accident’ John had in the tunnel. A marine ran up to the three, staring at their tallness before speaking. John hated it when marines did this, on the other hand, Cassandra preferred it more than anything, she loved to be looked upon as a hero. “A Spartan by the name of… Will is asked to return to Chicago to enter the TARDS facility and guard scientists in the creation of robotic defence. 117 and Cassandra, follow me to the second cargo bay, we’ve got Covenant and those orange bastards fighting each other. Will went back to the Pelican, while John and Cassandra walked down the short hallway. The dead marine corpses sickened the Chief, but he was a Spartan, he would move on. He jumped in the room after picking up some guns from the marine corpses in the corridor. A Battle Rifle, and an M6C Magnum. He couldn’t carry enough ammunition for the Magnum, so he considered leaving it, but he didn’t. He aimed and fired his Battle Rifle at the orange aliens, and was tossed by and explosion behind a few boxes. He remembered his fight on Cairo in a similar launch bay, with two Covenant plasma cannons set up facing the door, and it was harder to enter, but now the aliens were occupied, as they had been with Flood on both of the Halos. John felt the box push against him, and he was forced forward, so his face touched his knees. He felt no pain, he was used to huge stretches from CPO Mendez on Reach at no more than age 10. The box rolled over his back, he got up, and turned, face-to-face with the ugliest orange bastard he has ever seen. He let a round of Magnum bullets fire at the shield, but the orange shield flickered, and knocked off the bullets. John threw a fragmentation grenade at the floor under him, and jumped as high as possible-a brilliant but risky strategical move. He was pushed higher by the explosion of the grenade, and as he came down, he emptied some three-shot-bursts of Battle Rifle bullets. The creature died, and Master Chief breathed heavily, then John retreated to the hallway, where another Spartan accompanied Cassandra. “Will, you were supposed to-“ “It’s not Will, 117.” “Then who is it?” John asked. “This is Samuel-034”(if the number is wrong, please correct me) “No that can’t be-0I saw him die.” John replied. “Correction, you didn’t see him die. You even marked him down as MIA. Missing In Action.” “But that’s when I was younger and I just couldn’t accept the loss of such a close teammate.” John repeated. “That’s not the reason. A Spartan never gets scared.” Samuel said. “I do.” Master Chief said. “I just don’t show it.” “You inspired us all, 117, you were the reason we’re not all dead.” Cassandra looked at the Chief. “Take of your mask Spartan-034.” Samuel reached for his helmet, and revealed his face, bleeding and scratched-it was him! And then John noticed how he where brown armour, with no shielding. The one John wore over 25 years ago, when he was forced to leave Samuel on the ship. “How did you survive?” john asked. “It’s a long story. I sat their, anticipating my death, until an engineer thing repaired my suit, then the ship exploded and-“ The wall exploded with plasma. “Hold that thought!” John shouted.

if you join the halo2 official group, you can read the whole story at once.

dude i gotta say ur a pretty good writer, i just printed out all ur writing so i could read it easier , id really lik to see more

G-unit nice chapters chief and now song lyrics from 50 CENT 'I'll take u to the candyshop ill let u lick the lollipop keep goin till we hit the spot woa" [Edited on 2/25/2005 8:15:16 PM]

I see no ones here anymore... I think I may stop writing my book in New Mombasa... *Group Exclusive*

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] The Silky Carp techincally it doesnt matter, since MAC stands for Magnetic Accelerator Cannon, so it doesnt make all that much difference [/quote] Thats why I wrote it that way. It's like Magnetic accelerator cannon cannon. Some people call it "MAC Guns" Magnetic Accelerator Cannon Gun Thats -blam!-

techincally it doesnt matter, since MAC stands for Magnetic Accelerator Cannon, so it doesnt make all that much difference btw grunt eater man, ive read the fall of reach, but i cant remeber the chief using papers, but that prob just my slppy memory - when is it? and have they just found the planet? i musta missed that bit. i apologise for any inconvenience i may have caused

good but its spelled mac cannon PS.make more

Sorry for the relatively short part, it's just no one is posting for some reason... “So what do we do now?” The Commander asked. “We must escape, we must get to the rendezvous point with the human A.I. from there, we will return to Earth and decimate the Brutes.” The Arbiter said firmly, making a fist with his right hand. The large horde of Elites, Grunts, and Hunters looked around, searching for a possible exit point. The Arbiter noticed an arching hallway with what appeared to be an elevator shaft, and a holo-panel near it. They would go in there. “We are the right hand. We shall be admitted into the Great Journey, while the filthy Sangheili will remain in a world of war, sadness, and destruction.” This is an interesting message, Cortana thought; but it was nothing she didn’t already know. She needed to get back to Earth, now. She had to wait for Johnson and the Arbiter, which could be hours- “Cortana? This is Sergeant Johnson. Do you read?” “Yes Johnson. Loud and clear. Are you prepared for rendezvous?” “Well yes… I think.” “What happened?” “Well, you see, we kind of killed Gravemind.” “What!!?? That’s completely out of protocol! Do you know how important philosophically and scientifically that thing is?” “Apparently not.” Miranda said. “Very well Sergeant. Did you at least recover the stone?” “What stone?” “You barbarian! You can’t do anything for yourself, can you?” “You never told us about any stone.” “Whoops. My bad.” “You messed this one up, eh Cortana?” “It’s about to get worse!” “Don’t tell me-“ “yeah, Brutes!” “I wasn’t thinking that, but yeah that’s pretty bad too.” “There’s no time Sergeant! Bring the Covenant back into the structure-hold them off from in these-and recover the stone while your at it.” “Understood, Cortana.” “That man is something else.” Cortana mumbled. “No kidding.” Miranda agreed. “Now what?” She asked. “We go to Earth.” Cortana replied. “But-what about the Sergeant and the other Elites and stuff?” Miranda asked. “We come back for them. This shouldn’t take long-I need to make rendezvous with the Master Chief.” Cortana said. Miranda nodded. John had finished tying all of the explosives to the Scarabs, then some around the walls of the ship, to destroy most or all of the ship as well. The Covenant activity was low, so he figured he could do this with the Covenant activating the dynamite as well. All of the Helljumpers and Spartans boarded the Pelican that had recently dropped off the explosions. A few marines had to squat in the cockpit and sit on others’ shoulders because of the lack of space. The Spartans were forced to click off their energy shields so they could huddle closer, freeing up more space. John managed to have a look at the orange sky over the Mediterranean Sea. But now there was something besides Covenant ships-orange ships, four times the size of any Covenant frigate. John lost all hope he may have had. Finally, the Pelican touched down in a Marine H.Q. where the UNSC soldiers filed out, glad to be out of the squishy Pelican. John noticed he was no longer in New Mombasa-he was no longer in Africa-he was in Venice, the city that was almost flooded with water now. John had never been here, but he had seen wonderful pictures in Deja’s classes. He was taught about how in 2474 the United Nations spent billions trying to drain the water out, and it was futile. This part however had no water. “Excuse me Corporal, but last I checked this city was halfway underwater.” John mentioned, “Well clearly not anymore. These new orange ships’ plasma is so hot, you can feel it from space. They’ve evaporated all of the water, which could be a good thing, and now they’ve already destroyed eleven MA Cannons in a matter of seconds, and the MA Cannons have destroyed 22 of their hundreds of ships.” The Corporal answered. An orange ship touched down only a few kilometres away from the Marine H.Q., and hundreds of smaller orange dropships emerged from the belly-millions, they were uncountable. “Chief, this is Lord Hood. We need you on the Rome;” “I thought you were on the Cairo,” John replied. “I am.” Lord Hood said. “We’re fine, but the Rome has more explosives, and is the most powerful and largest of Earth’s Orbital MA Cannons.” “Understood. I’ll be there A.S.A.P.” John said. “Will, come with me. Linda, stay on Earth, and please, don’t blow the place up.” “Aye, aye, sir!” She said. Will and John re-boarded the Pelican, and John told the driver to go straight into space, to the Orbital MA Cannon called Rome.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] grunt eater man if you read the fall of reach you will see that in some parts master chief has to present identification papers so he will be allowed in restricted areas.[/quote] precisely. And if they JUST discovered the planet, how would they set up such high-tech equipment, and without electricity generators, bla bla bla... EDIT: I would also like to mention that we changed the clan. It is now called: THE OVERTAKERS [Edited on 2/24/2005 6:37:33 AM]

if you read the fall of reach you will see that in some parts master chief has to present identification papers so he will be allowed in restricted areas.

awsome

its cool, but 1 thing - the UNSC dont use ID cards - they ise retina scans and fingerprints, so Dr Halsey wdve bin able to get in, although what with all those nasties in there that pro not a gd thing

I wonder where everyone went? (Oh yeah, and maybe you should join the group, OVERTAKERS the clan.) We have a clan called OVERTAKERS, and we need more members. level13+, Eastern Time Zome GMT, and no cheating whatsoever.

cool