RP:Hollow Bastion

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Introduction
''In the dark void there lies a city; silent as the night. Ancient, forgotten whispers echo through the silent shadow, speaking of old, horrible things to come. And the savior, he shall come in an unlikely personality, but save the city he shall; save it, or destroy it. And from the repaired citadel if he indeed becomes the savior, or the old ruins if he becomes destructor, shall once again rise his ancient army of old''

The Archive is a massive Forerunner platform, ruined and partially destroyed, floating in space with nothing to orbit. It once served as a mass-production facility of Sentinels, and a storage area for all knowledge of Forerunner weapon systems, other races, and history. The long forgotten Monitor that once guarded its vast stuctural complexes and mechanics placed in stasis. After the destruction of Installation-07 on December 4, 2552, the mixed Covenant and Human forces found their way onto the platform, awakening ancient uncontrolled Sentinels, and the failed ONI Project; Fenix. Now, a UNSC expedition has been sent to investigate strange disappearances, along with two rival Covenant expeditions to explore the 'artifact'. When these five forces collide, the ancient construct will be shaken to its very core.

Covenant/Human Installation-07 survivors
Primary Commanders: Field Master Etu 'Ledelonee, Councilor Iska 'Evrolomee, Captain Meneas Coed, Lt.Colonel Fregol, SpecOps Elite Eata 'Quelatee

Eternal Peace Garrison

 * SpecOps Elite Eata 'Quelatee
 * Field Master Etu 'Ledelonee
 * Several Lekgolo Pairs
 * Several Hundred Unggoy
 * Two Hundred Sangheili Minors/Majors
 * Lt.Colonel Fregol
 * Lt.Evlen
 * Several Hundred Marines
 * 154 ODSTs

Archive Exploration

 * 117649 Annihilative Repentance
 * Councilor Iska 'Evrolomee
 * Several Hundred Elites
 * Two Hunter Pairs
 * One Hundred Grunts
 * 25 Ghosts
 * 32 Phantoms
 * 12 Wraiths
 * 48 Spectres
 * 55 Banshees
 * Captain Meneas Coed
 * 120 ODSTs
 * 346 Marines
 * 15 Scorpion MBTs
 * 22 Warthogs

UNSC Expedition
Primary Commander: Admiral Stephen Chow

UNSC Second Assault Fleet Taskforce 1


 * 1 Super Carrier
 * UNSC Spitfire - Admiral Stephen Chow
 * Lambda Squad
 * Jared-091, Juliet
 * Iota One
 * 2 Destroyers
 * UNSC Arizona
 * UNSC California
 * 5 Frigates
 * UNSC Nevada
 * UNSC Panzer
 * UNSC Firefly
 * UNSC Tiger
 * UNSC Rhino

Master Gunnery Sergeant Hank J Wimbleton IV (does not arrive with Second Fleet)

Covenant Seperatist Expedition
Primary Commander: Councillor Nch 'Kodumee

Taskforce 1

1 CCS-Class Battlecruiser 4 Destroyers 10 Frigates
 * Bloodied Victory - Ship Master Masu 'Twassee
 * Blade of Dawn
 * Heavenly Light
 * Holy Sanction
 * Will of the Gods
 * Crushing Might
 * Blade of Noon
 * Endless Onslaught
 * Holy Blade
 * Shadow of the Abyss
 * Fall of Darkness
 * Rise of Darkness
 * Dawn of the Gods
 * Oblivious Might
 * Sanctioned Might

Covenant Loyalist Expedition
Primary Commander:  Racktaroo Dozens of cruisers and countless infantry

Dragon Empire
Primary Commander: Empress Lysira Sarris 

Super Carrier
 * Archaic Memory
 * Ragnorok

Carriers
 * Ice Monarch

Assault Carriers
 * Midnight Requiem
 * Lillium
 * Vigilant Storm
 * Dark Abyss

Frigates
 * Dreadnaught
 * Marco Polo
 * Delita
 * Nexus
 * Aiur
 * Event Horizon
 * Bloody Heart
 * Masamune

Other
 * Cher Ami

Flood
Primary Commanders: Emoro 'Remofmee, ???

Archive Sentinels
Primary Commander: 39020247 Irremediable Affliction
 * Seemingly Endless streams of Sentinel Minors, Majors, Enforcers, Colossuses, Medics, and Onyx.

Member List

 * 1) 117649 Annihilative Repentance'' [ CHIEF MODERATOR ]
 * 2) Spartan G-23[[Image:A_11.png|30px]]Comm Channel[[Image:1BrigadeDamaged-1600.jpg|30px]]Mission History'' [ CHIEF MODERATOR ]
 * 3) Dubtiger
 * 4) The evil O,malley my Evil Lair[[Image:Omalley2.jpg|80px]] My Sightings[[Image:MUHAHAHUAHU!.jpg|30px]]
 * 5)  Master Gunnery Sergeant  Hank J Wimbleton IV COMHalo: Galaxy[ ASSISTANT MODERATOR ]
 * 6) Leo Pride [Lion's Den]
 * 7) Duskstorm
 * 8) 343 guilty sparks
 * 9) Spartan 501 01:46, 16 May 2007 (UTC)
 * 10) Demakhis
 * 11) da vi d we ll ing  <mission control > irae files>  report>

117649 Annihilative Repentance

 * Role: 117649 Annihilative Repentance
 * Side: Human/Covenant Installation-07 survivors
 * Location: On The Archive
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Monitor of Installation-07
 * Role: Councilor Iska 'Evrolomee
 * Side: Human/Covenant Installation-07 survivors
 * Location: On The Archive
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Primary Covenant Leader of the Survivors
 * Role: Captain Coed
 * Side: Human/Covenant Installation-07 survivors
 * Location: On The Archive
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Primary Human Leader of the Survivors
 * Role: Field Master Etu 'Ledelonee
 * Side: Human/Covenant Installation-07 survivors
 * Location: On The Eternal Peace
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Second in Command for Covenant half of Survivors
 * Role: Lt.Colonel Fregol
 * Side: Human/Covenant Installation-07 survivors
 * Location: On the Eternal Peace
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Second in Command for Human half of Survivors
 * Role: SpecOps Elite Eata 'Quelatee
 * Side: Human/Covenant Installation-07 survivors
 * Location: On the Eternal Peace
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Third in Command for Covenant half of Survivors
 * Role: Lt.Evlen
 * Side: Human/Covenant Installation-07 survivors
 * Location: On the Eternal Peace
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Third in Command for Human half of Survivors
 * Role: 39020247 Irremediable Affliction
 * Side: Archive Sentinels
 * Location: In stasis; core of The Archive
 * Status: MIA
 * Other: Monitor of The Archive

Spartan G-23

 * Role: Nch 'Kodumee
 * Location: Aboard the Bloodied Victory
 * Status: Active
 * Other: N/A
 * Role: Stephen Chow
 * Location: Aboard the UNSC Spitfire and sending transmissions to his troops on the Archive.
 * Satus: Active
 * Other: Leader of the UNSC reinforcements
 * Role:Masu 'Twassee
 * Location: Commanding from a makeshift ground camp in the Archive
 * Staus: Active
 * Other: Ship Master of Bloodied Victory
 * Role: Kwas 'Pudmee
 * Location: Scouting out the Archive
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Leader of Spec Ops reinforcements
 * Role: Iota One
 * Location: Varies
 * Status: Active
 * Other: The Iota attached to the UNSC Taskforce

Dubtiger

 * Role:Lambda Squad
 * Location: UNSC Spitfire
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Yet to be determined

Rotaretilbo

 * Role: Master Gunnery Sergeant Hank J Wimbleton IV
 * Location: Unknown
 * Status: Not Yet Active
 * Other: N/A

the evil O,malley

 * Role: SPARTAN-069
 * Location: Returning from Jimiro
 * Status: Repenting
 * Role: Racktaroo
 * Location:instalation-04
 * Status:Alive and mad
 * Role: Rekua 'Arkanee
 * Status: Alive
 * Location: Swift Victory

Twilightstorm

 * Role: Michel-O247
 * Location:enroute to UNSC expeditionary fleet on Prowler Cher Ami
 * Status:escorting, with team, Lucy
 * Role:Kunzite Drake Gem
 * Location: Carrier Ice Monarch
 * Status:N/A
 * Role:Reims Vigilamee
 * Location: Ice Monarch
 * Satus:Monitoring Michel-O247 and Lucy
 * Role:Lucy
 * Location:cryo stasis on Cher Ami
 * Status:being escorted to be tested against creators
 * Role:Dragon Imperial Legions
 * Locations:The Archive and the Imperial Fleet
 * Status:Siege, assaulting...

Duskstorm

 * Role:Mahiru-O248
 * Location: hiding on Ice Monarch
 * Status:... er... sleeping!
 * Role:Peeps the Grunt
 * Location:Cher Ami
 * Status: Escorting Lucy to parasites

Bloodstar

 * Role:Empress Lysira Sarris
 * Location:Watching from safe distance
 * Status:Maintaning her empire
 * Role:General Gerbur Strike
 * Location:enroute
 * Status:N/A
 * Role:Gravemind of Installation 06 "Ragnos"
 * Location:Deep within the Ragnorok
 * Status:Helping Lysira by taking controll of the Flood

Demakhis

 * Role:Taiyo
 * Location: Aboard the UNSC Arizona
 * Status:Active
 * Other:N/A

The Dark Lord Azathoth

 * Role: Major Vensar 'Fenijee
 * Location: Aboard Blade of Dawn
 * Status: Active

1
TIME:DATE RECORD ERROR ANOMOLY \ Date Unknown \ Location Unknown The air fizzled and crackled as the gold light faded. Hank looked around. He was in some sort of old, yet advanced looking building. It reminded him a lot of Installation 03. He checked his HUD, but all he got was a time anomaly, which made no sense. Perhaps the strange gold light that had apparently transported him here had reset his mission clock.


 * >Last known time: 1644 Hours, November 3, 2552 (Military Calendar)
 * >Last known location: HD69830 System, Planet Coral
 * >Error…
 * >Error…
 * >Rebooting Mission Clock…
 * >Error…
 * >Error…
 * >Activate Deployment Clock
 * >Time: Deployment + 00:00:04
 * >Time: Deployment + 00:00:06
 * >Time: Deployment + 00:00:08
 * >Time: Deployment + 00:00:10
 * >Location: Unknown
 * >Accessing NAV Database
 * >Error: No stars visible
 * >Accessing NAV Database
 * >Error: No stars visible
 * >Searching UNSC E-Band
 * >Signal located
 * >Processing…
 * >Error: Missing Variable (Time)

Hank stopped the process. He didn’t know where or when he was. It seemed odd, saying that he didn’t know when he was…but he didn’t. Apparently the clock was broken, and because of that, the computer couldn’t figure out where he was based on the age of the UNSC signal they had intercepted. Hank opened the message. It was an ; the only things Hank could make out were a person and the letter M. He ran the image through the database. A link popped up. Apparently, the image was called the Arecibo Message, and was sent to the M13 Global Star Cluster in 1974. Wherever he was, it was a long way from Earth.

Hank suddenly had a thought and reached for his sidearm, an M7 SMG. It was still there. He felt across his back, and the M90-B semi-automatic shotgun he had borrowed from Alpha Base on Coral was still there. His sword was also still concealed across his back, and the many throwing knives he had sown into his uniform in various locations. Lost, in both location and time, he may be, but unarmed, he most certainly was not. Hank turned to view the room around him. He was in a vast chamber. He spotted a door, and began heading towards it.


 * -- Master Gunnery Sergeant  Hank J Wimbleton IV COMHalo: Galaxy 03:25, 15 May 2007 (UTC)

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Aboard the UNSC Spitfire, four SPARTANs wake up from their resting pods. Yes, pods. These are not like those sci-fi pods that people sleep in from those movies one watched centuries ago. These are genuine cryptochambers used for a person to rest while waiting for the slip space travel to finish. Fast, yet slow at the same time. Fast, since slip space travel allows ships to travel between galaxies. Slow, since these galaxies are so far apart from each other.

One of the SPARTANs got to his feet. It is hard to tell who this person is if not for his muscled build, and his determined face. The face of a born warrior.

"SPARTAN-127 reporting," he said in a quick, military-like tone.

Each of the other SPARTANs also reports in.

"SPARTAN-089 reporting."

"SPARTAN-132 reporting."

"SPARTAN-046 reportin'."

Dubtiger 16:52, 15 May 2007 (UTC)

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"Sir! The Spartans have come out of Cryo any orders for them?" Asked a creman. "Yes tell them to investigate that structure in space. Captain Coed sent a request for help from that location" replied Admiral Stephen Chow."Also" He continued " I want the 501st to accompany them when they reach the location. We need to insure the fact that we can rescue all UNSC and Covenant Separatist Personnel."

The ODST 501st Battalion and Lmbada Squad were preparing for an Orrbital Drop inot the archive oblivious to the fact that there was thousands of hostile sentinals and flood waiting for them below.

Spartan G-23Comm ChannelMission History 19:31, 15 May 2007 (UTC)

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The Ice Monarch drifted toward the UNSC fleet. Parts of the carrier seemed to fall off as fire raged on it's hull. The AI constantly sent a SOS to the fleet hoping to get a reply. Kunzite sighed. In order to protect one child he had to put her in a cryotube. The Empire forced the remains of his fleet into a black hole and made him watch. He pleaded that he would do what ever they told him to do to save what was left. Now a Lieutenant, Charrolette Hepner ordered the bridge crew to make what repairs they could to the ship.

"Am I a traitor now Charolette...? Or am I a fool to have let this happen..." He asked her.

"No sir. You saved us all and for that we are greatful. You are the best Admiral I ever served under sir." she replied to him.

She was right. He looked at a ripple in the blackness of space. The Cher Ami. In moments allied Seraphs would attack the damaged carrier forcing the UNSC to rush and protect an Admiral. He was to be a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"Tell the Spartans to go ahead and contact the Seraphs and tell them we're ready... I hope when they find out... they would forgive my crew. I will take full responsibility."

"Sir...? By your command then... Ensign Marge signal the Seraphs! Mr. Vaugn speed it up!" she ordered.

The Ice Monarch sped up as the fake attack began. It looked to real though... Kunzite doubt that the UNSC fleet would even noticed what they would be doing. He sighed as he went to the Cryo Lab. He looked a his third child in her shimmering green armor.

"Forgive me kis pofa... please fogive me..." he said to her.

The Cher Ami landed with no problem. Imperial Shock Troopers quickly came out and secured the area.

"My liege the area is ours. Orders?" a trooper with a red arm bands asked.

Four SPARTAN-IIIs came out of the prowler. The smallest touched the floor and made rapid hand signals. A girl walked towards the leader of the Shock Troops. Her SPI helm unpolarized and her salmon eyes searched for something.

"Well done... send soem scouts out. I tought I saw something land here from the fleet over there. Have the Unggoy and our engineers create a command post here and then send Lucy to this structure's containment area... That should confuse the some Flood and force them to do her bidding." she said in a calm voice.

The Troopers scattered with no question to her orders. Michel convered with his squad mate Rey. Nicole helped the Unggoy, Huggork, and the engineers set up the command post. Not all there need to is find the monitor. Lysira's intructions were to control the Flood with Lucy, who here self seemed half Flood anyway... Then find the monitor. She said if they identify Michel as a forerunner decendent he would help.

"What the hell is a Forerunner?!" she asked.

Twilightstorm 20:36, 15 May 2007 (UTC)

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''Surface of The Archive. Day after destruction of Installation-07.''

Captain Coed looked out at the vast expanse of The Archive, Councilor 'Evrolomee next to him, and remembered all that had subsided only months ago; The Battle of Reach, the random jump, the Halo, The Flood... he remembered them with the most clarity, the Monitor (he was on the Eternal Peace now), the Sentinels, the destruction; he could remember that glorious time, when he saw the ring explode and be destroyed...

"Coed?" the voice brought him back to reality; it was 'Evrolomee. "Yes, what is it?" the Captain said, pouring some ice cold water from a canteen on his face, "Observe" the Councilor said, and Captain Coed looked; it was impossible...

Fleets of ships were emerging out of slipspace, and he could see them in orbit; battling or otherwise maneuvering. Some belonged to the UNSC, some belonged to the Covenant (the Covenant were fighting eachother, suggesting that some were Seperatists). "How can this be? I thought this place was hidden..." a nearby Elite muttered, and he was right, at least in Coed's manner of thinking...

''Aboard Assault Carrier; Eternal Peace. Same time.''

117649 Annihilative Repentance hummed various melodies to himself happily as they neared The Archive, collecting data from data ports scattered around the ship. "Coral? This ship has visited Coral? I do wonder how the construct faired, as it does not give much information in this ship's data banks..." he whispered to himself, thinking of the many oceans and Forerunner constructs left below its surface; as well as its Monitor and the Sentinels.

"However, there are other matters to attend to!" he said to himself, seemingly trying to break his fascination with the collected data, "I shall organize and compile it later". He floated through the overly large corridors, and had a conversation with Lagedon as well; the A.I. was glad to have a very intelligent being to talk to for once.

He continued to float on, and took control of the ship's sensors, but what he saw did not appeal to him. "Life forms? Here of all places? That simply cannot do!" he said in a dissapointed tone, "This will only HEIGHTEN the Flood's chance of escape, but I suppose 39020247 Irremediable Affliction would be responsible for such a calamitous outbreak..." and with that, Repentance floated away humming to himself, unaware of the various dangers that lay lurking underneath The Archive's battered metal surface.

''Core of The Archive. In stasis cell. Deep within central programming of 'thought'''

The ancient Monitor of The Archive; 39020247 Irremediable Affliction lay trapped in his dark cold stasis cell, deep in thought; the dark blue electro-gravitational lines of energy constantly writhing around and across his old rusted form.

They were foolish to put him in stasis; the Flood would surely break free of their loose bonds, and the vast, innumerable number of Sentinels he had left on the surface and deep in the underground tunnels would be left uncontrolled.

The only thing that still functioned on the Monitor inside the stasis cell was its ability to think, and a very valuable ability it was; for this was the primary programming of all Monitors; think and contain.

-Monitor of Installation-07 4:44 PM, May 15th, 2007

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Lambda Squad went down to the surface of the construct, mainly for clearing a landing zone for the bulk of the investigation team to land. When their pelican was at an elevation of 15 feet off the surface, they leaped down, their M7 SMGs ready to be fired. They all landed at the same time, creating small craters in the metal beneath them.

"Ground contact made," reported Lambda Leader, "scanning for hostiles."

The small group of SPARTANs walked around the clearing, checking beneath crates for trapdoors and behind the closest doors of constructs.

"Clear. Deploy," said Lambda Leader.

Dubtiger 22:46, 15 May 2007 (UTC)

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"This is 1st squad moving out for recon work of the surrounding area." As the recon squad moved throught the door they got an uneasy feeling. Then almost as if out of thin air a Sentinal Enforcer came along and vapourized one of the ODSTs. The remaining three ran for cover and immediatly fired their BR-55 Battle Rifles at the enforcer only to have it rendered useless by the Enforcer's shield. The enforcer then vapourized yet another ODST before he finally lost his left shield. Seeing this as pure luck the ODSTs threw a Frag Grenade at the enforcer blowing off its left arm. The enforcer turned around still ready to fight when out of nowhere a combat form shoved an energy sword into its back destroying it. The combat form then charged towards the ODSTs only to be brought down by their battle rifles. "Warning this passageway is full of hostiles were fallung back now." Said the Recon Squads commander but he then blacked out as two infection forms buried their way into the bodies of the two remaining ODSTs. "So there are humans in the archive." thought the brain form in charge of the flood as he learned everything from the ODSTs. They could finally get off this city in the sky and the humans would help them do it.

Ship Master Masu 'Twassee and twenty Special Operations Sangehili landed on the Archive. "Special Operations Commander 'Pudmee go and scout out the area with ten Special Operations Minors. In the meantime the rest of us shall set up an encampment for more soldiers to land." "Yessir." Replied Special Operations Commander 'Pudmee as he took ten Special Operations Minors and went to explore the Archive.

Spartan G-23Comm ChannelMission History</tt> 00:46, 16 May 2007 (UTC)

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Deployment + 00:01:14 \ Location Unknown

Hank reran the process on silent mode to try and establish the time and location. A few seconds went by before a small green light at the bottom right of his HUD blinked twice, the signal that there was an error. He shut off the process. Hank opened the E-Band again, hoping for some clue as to where he was. Instead, he found UNSC encrypted transmissions. He ran them through all of the encryption schemes he had, but none of them worked.

“Perhaps there is a new encryption I am not aware of?” Hank thought aloud. Something small, like a rock, clacked against the ground a ways back behind Hank, and though the echo was imperceptible, Hank heard it clear as day. He turned, shotgun ready. He heard something behind him, and a bit above; it sounded like a sponge sucking on the metal surface of the room. He turned again, gun raised at the sound, but there was nothing. A tad nervous, Hank double checked his ammo count via his HUD. His shotgun had twelve rounds chambered, and he had an additional thirty rounds. His M7 had a full sixty-round clip with one round chambered, and he had three more clips. He also had a pair of M9 HE-DP fragmentation grenades that he had almost forgotten about. Something took a covert step behind Hank. He whirled around to face a trio of Infection Forms slinking their way ever closer. Not wanting to waste ammo, Hank slung his shotgun and drew his sword in a single movement, and casually cut the pods down as they jumped at him.

Something moved in the corner of Hank’s left eye. Hank dived aside as a cluster of Infection Forms tried to flank him, rolling up into a defensive position and cutting a few that had been slow to jump at him before apart. Not even bothering with the other five or so, Hank turned to dash towards the door he had spotted earlier. As before, no matter ho long he ran, it felt like he was running circles, never seeming to get any closer to the door. Hank cursed silently to himself. He rolled forward, coming up to face the attackers that were behind them. Instead of the five that had been there before, there were thirty. Hank cursed again. What was the Flood doing here anyway? Hank made a mental note to dislike anything else that ever reminded him of Installation 03, because the Flood always seemed to be around. His sword flashing in a dazzling display of prowess, one that he had trained for many years to attain, Hank charged through the mass, which was what he figured was the last thing the semi-sentient pods would expect him to do. As he exited the mass of goop that had once been thirty Infection Forms, Hank took the time to wipe a little yellow slime from his red shades that he always wore and wondered how long he could keep this up, just him and the Flood with no apparent escape.

“Long enough,” he silently promised himself. At least he could take comfort in the fact that, from what he had learned from the giant Flood form aboard the Honorable Vassal when he had been captured earlier, the Flood had trouble infecting him for some reason. That, added with the fact that he had yet to fight any Combat Forms, which offered the hope that perhaps he was the only person to set foot here, and thus the only available food to become a Combat Form, was all Hank needed to motivate him to just keep fighting until a solution was presented.


 * -- Master Gunnery Sergeant  Hank J Wimbleton IV COMHalo: Galaxy 01:00, 16 May 2007 (UTC)

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Spec ops officer Emoro 'Remofmee came to a strange computer. "'Pudmee look at this facinating thing I found!" "Impressive, stay here and examine it." "Indeed." Emoro pushed and pulled buttons and read and learned facinating things about the facility, control, programing, all of it. "I must tell 'Pudmee!" When he turned an infection leaped upoon his skin and transformed him not into a combat form but soon a Brain form that knows all about the facility.

The Evil O&#39;malley 01:12, 16 May 2007 (UTC)

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"This is Admiral Kunzite D. Gem of the Ice Monarch! Requesting assitence from any UNSC vessel!! This is a prority alpha order!!" He bellowed into the Fleetcomm.

His crew watched the battle from their seats. They couldn't ignore an Admiral's orders? Hepner hoped they would notice. The Seraphs backed off to avoid being noticed. The Ice Monarch joined the battle launching it's Longsword squadrants to support it.

"Hepner I want that MAC gun firing five min. ago! Mr. Gerald I want the Shiva nuke ready to fire at the largest covenant carrier! Have the Spartans be ready for us if we take to much damage." he ordered.

Twilightstorm 02:18, 16 May 2007 (UTC)

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'Pudmee's lance was moving forward through the Archive when they met some strange humans with wierd armour. As soon as they saw the Special Operations Sangehili they opened fire. "Why are the humans doing this? Are we not allies? Stay here I shall see for myself." Said 'Pudmee to his lance as he activated his active camoflague. He snuck the human at the back of the formation, grabbed him, pulled him to a safe location, and put an energy sword to his throat. "Why did you open fire on us human? Are we not allied?" Said 'Pudmee to the human. "Yeah right we are gonna kill all of you UNSC and Covenant Separatist B--s!" but before the soldier could say anything else 'Pudmee slit his throat with the enrgy sword. The soldier's insignia read "Dragon Empire Imperial Shock Trooper". This could not be good he would have to inform the surrounding forces immediatly that this rescue mission was going to be harder than they thought.

Spartan G-23Comm ChannelMission History</tt> 02:36, 16 May 2007 (UTC)

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Emoro 'Remofmee transformed into a brainform that knew all about the facility. And now his first job was to interrogate his primary target, 117649AnnihilativeRepentance moniter of the seventh Halo.

The Evil O&#39;malley 02:44, 16 May 2007 (UTC)

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''On The Archive. 12 minutes after.''

117649 Annihilative Repentance glided down to the platform, even the most sweltering of atmospheric heat not phasing him at all; the alloy used in Monitor casing was indeed a marvel of Forerunner manufacturing. "Lah-deeh-dah..." he silently hummed to himself, the rings of pulsating purple emanating from his diamond-like shape dissipating into the cold air.

He finally reached his destination, and began accessing a data port on the surface of the platform, the electrical crackling making crisp sounds through the seemingly endless 'night'. "What a wealth of information!" he mused, although his cheerfulness dissipated like his pulses when he saw what had happened to the station's Monitor in the data archives. "Stasis? This is unacceptable!" he murmured.

The Monitor floated over to a different control panel, and began accessing it; thousands of extremely complex Forerunner symbols and endless streams of numerical symbols began dancing across the holographic control, and suddenly it winked out; he had gained control of two of The Archive's Sentinel Production Facilities. "Now then, this SHOULD be enough to quell the uprising and contain the Flood!"

''Core of The Archive. In stasis. Same time.''

39020247 Irremediable Affliction sensed another Monitor accessing the Sentinel control systems; this was bittersweet.

For one part, the Monitor could caretake the platform while he was incapacitated, but the other was that if a Monitor was here, it meant that its Installation had been destroyed.

He isolated a single stream of code best he could, seeing as he was within stasis, and identified it immediately; 117649 Annihilative Repentance.

In his deep complex algorithmal thought proccessor, he thanked and woed, that the most intelligent of the Monitors had come. -Monitor of Installation-07 11:17 PM, May 15th, 2007

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D + 00:02:43 \ Location Unknown

Hank dashed for the seventh time in the last minute towards the lone door that lead out of the antechamber he had found himself in, and for the seventh time in the last minute, he found that no matter how long he ran, he didn’t seem to get any closer. In fact, he seemed to get farther. He paused to cut down two Combat Forms, which seemed to have no problem with the strange properties of the room. Then it hit Hank. Combat Forms, Infection Forms, the Flood in general, all of them couldn’t see. They didn’t have eyes, they had “sensory antennas” that sprouted from the victim’s neck. Thus, they would not be fooled by any sort of allusion this large room caused. Hank looked one last time towards the door, closed his eyes, and sprinted towards it.

…and ran right into a Combat Form. Moments before it swung its tentacle-ridden arm and crushed Hank’s side, Hank opened his eyes, sensing a disturbance of the air, and dropped to his back, narrowly avoiding the powerful blow. He managed to chop out with his sword, catching the zombie in the legs. He preformed a neat back hand spring and decapitated the zombie as it fell. Hank turned back to the door, and had another idea. Perhaps it was the uniformity between him and the door that created the allusion. Hank tossed a frag grenade towards the door. Four seconds seemed like a lifetime before the grenade exploded, marring the intricate tiling of the floor. Now, with a point of reference, Hank easily jogged to the door, no longer tricked by the strange properties of the room. As he approached the door, it flashed white three times. Only training told Hank to dive aside, and as he did, a gold beam cut across the now open door. Sentinels. They began pouring into the room. However, while they had initially been concerned with him, the Flood presence seemed to preoccupy them well enough that they didn’t both turning towards Hank.

Hank ran on through the door. A small beep sounded in his ear. His helmet computer had decrypted the UNSC transmissions based upon previous UNSC encryption schemes. Hank played the files as he jogged down a narrow hallway. Through the general banter that a UNSC fleet produces, Hank noted several things: some Spartans reported in, orders for an ODST drop onto the platform that Hank decided he must be on, reports of hostile ground contacts, ODST teams subsequently going out of radio contact, and an alpha-priority order from an admiral. Hank turned right and went down another hallway, half digesting what he had learned, half watching for anything that moved. He went into the first room he found unlocked. Inside was a computer terminal. Hank quickly hacked in, translated as much of it as possible, and then bumbled about file to file until he came across what he perceived to be a map of the facility. He downloaded it into his HUD. Hank surveyed the map, picked a spot that looked like a hangar, and plotted a course there. Hank intended to get off this platform, warn the UNSC fleet in space about the Flood, and then hopefully get a free ride back to Earth, if there still was an Earth.

“There is no escape, Hank.” Hank turned, but no one was there. It was the same voice Hank had heard prior to being teleported to wherever he was now. Hank drew his sword, took a moment to recollect his thoughts, and then burst from the door, prepared for anything. When nothing attacked, he set off for the hangar marked on his HUD.


 * -- Master Gunnery Sergeant  Hank J Wimbleton IV COMHalo: Galaxy 06:53, 16 May 2007 (UTC)

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Michel sighed. He watched a Sangheili murder his soldier. His SPI armor mimiced his surroundings as he set up his sniping post. He was ready now.

"Sgt. Bow I want those bastards out of here before the LC comes. Also call for Lekgolo support... then set up Rey's special mines. You know the spider ones?" He said.

"Yes milord. Let us hope no one elese dies. Also Lucy has gained some control over the Flood. Some are even patroling for us! They don't know who they are dealing with!" the Sarge said.

The Shock Troopers, now dug in, set up auto guns they got from their heretic allies. Michel hoped they'd win a... and if Flood allies wouldn't be enough perhaps Forerunner assistance would scare them off.

Kunzite's Ice Monarch glided into the heart of the UNSC fleet. He was confused but it would fade. He needed to know why they were here and possibly save them from sharing his fate... Then again he just found his missing children... his wife... he wanted to be at their sides so he vanquished the thought.

"This is Admiral Kunzite D. Gem, who is incharge here?!" He bellowed into the comm.. All he got was just voice barking out orders.

"We should talk to them after the threat has been neutralized..." Hepner said to him.

"Right... Continue the battle then. Is her impierial majesty here yet? I could use her presence..." he replied to her.

"Almost. Do you believe that she is actually a Forerunner sir?" she asked.

He ignored that question. She isn't human... that's for sure. He sat in his chair holding a sword's hilt. Will this all work?

Twilightstorm 14:29, 16 May 2007 (UTC)

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Empress Lysira felt one of her pawns die... So much for a stealthy kill. But at least the Flood are under her control. She just needed Lucy to move next to one. Sangheili and human crew waked about monitoring their stations. She appeared human, 18 of age... that s only because she could change her age and appearances at will due to her psionic powers. She could deflect bullets, crush anyone's enternal organs and move faster than a sangheli spec ops commander an councilor combinded.

"It is almost time... I never thought I would see this place again but... it is hard to remember... Hard not to remember." she whispered.

"Of course it is. That monitor from 07 should listen to you yes?" a man asked.

"Yes of course, if he indentifies me as a Forerunner in a reclaimer's body. Contact the the ship he was in." she ordered.

The comm system snaped on. She rose up ready to give her forces a morale boost and send them to die in the battle. If Kunzite is there he should pervent the UNSC from firing on their new allies. The Covenant is a worst thorn to have the the UNSC.

"Ths your Empress... it is time now to destroy your foes and strike them where it hurts. Once this struture is ours it will weaken the enemy into to a point of surrendering but do we take prisoners? NO... they all deserve to die..." Lysira said.

At that moment Lucy should have heard the code word and set the Flood loose on the Covenant-Human forces. Her vessel launched drop pods full of infectous forms at the UNSC fleet. They should punch into the hull and dwindl their numbers and then she gave the order for her fleet to attack the Covenant Separtists. Now... now she could just rest a tad bit...

Bloodstar 15:04, 16 May 2007 (UTC)

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The SPARTANs and the small band of ODSTs that join them began scouting the area, searching for hostiles that are close to their only haven on this unusual hunk of metal. Hattie, SPARTAN-089, went ahead about an hour ago to check for anything of interest. The SPARTAN returns to the group and she reports her findings. They cannot rely on the communication links, since anyone can easily hack into the systems and monitor their progress. "I found a hangar bay ahead. From as far as I know, it is empty," said Hattie. "We'll go ahead and secure that position. We can move our landing zone to that location," said Lambda Leader, "move out." The small group of UNSC soldiers head towards the hangar bay, unaware of the presence of the Flood combat forms that wander close by...

-Dubtiger 15:08, 16 May 2007 (UTC)

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About 300 HEVs hit te area infront of the SPARTAN-IIs. Imperial Troopers and Heretic sangheili fired upon them. Jesiah-O21 moved towards the hanger looking at the Flood. He walked in with his squad mates and a hundread troopers.

"Looks like we got more units.", he said seeing Lucy play with rocks," Lucy come here. Your not safe here anymore..." he said to the 10 year old experiment.

She may not look it but she is 100% Flood despite her childish attitude and human appearence. The little girl jumped into Jesiah's arms and the kept mving deeper and deeper into the structure.

"If I see one UNSC soldier... survivors will be purged."He said.

Mahiru-O248 stayed behind with the troopers. She her self didn't resemble her father but her mother like her twin, Michel-O247. She played to much and never really kill much. She skiped to her drop pod and pulled out her kit then followed her squad mates. She waved buh bye to the UNSC soldiers as the began to retaliate and sealed the Hanger door completly.

"Door sealed! Arming LOTUS mines now and.... BOOM!", she giggled and ran after Ophelia.

Duskstorm 15:25, 16 May 2007 (UTC)

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"Well well...," Michel spotted a Juggernaut enter the camp passivly,"Ma'am looks like we got heavy Flood support. What ever Lucy met on the inside it seems to like her eought t protect the camp...

"Roger... We're moving inside. Our reinforcements will come soon enough and then this place will be ours." Mimi whispered.

Michel jumped off but froze as he saw a sentnel. He regained his balance as he IDed it from 06. Were they always on the Prowler? He didn't care... he moved into the structure with 250 Imperial troopers. His mother never asked for anything so this thing will be his gift to her and he promised her that their lives would be normal after wards.

Kunzite roard,"Where the hell did those HEVs come from?! Hepner forget the wolf gig! My daughter is in..." he paused seeing her figure going in." Get us out of here before they notice!"

"Sir! Allied forces attaking the enemy! It's 2 to 1! Take that ya bunch of covie bastards! No offence Reims..." Vaughn said.

"None taken. If the UNSC fires on an you they will ahve to come up with an exuse for your ONI friends. They need you to tell them the truth and ONI will do anything to get you back no? Then you are safe if, and I am sure there is, an ONI agent within their Fleet. They always are..." He replied.

Reims clicked his mandibles together. Why did jesiah jump the gun?. He shook his head and monitored the crew. The plan was set...


 * Ambush UNSC personel before they head into the structure


 * Crush all UNSC an Covenant


 * Recruit the Human-Covenant forces into the Empire.

He hoped that the human troopers can tell the difference between the factions. Then again he himself got confused with human faces. Lysira is the only one he could put in a different category. She is white as snow and quite gentle around her demons. Especially with Michel and Mahiru, her so called babbies... He envyed her.

The Imperial forces began to search for the monitor. If they find it they can ID themselves as allies and the UNSC and Covenant enemies. Their faction's uniforms and armor for their troops is easily reconizable.

Twilightstorm 15:47, 16 May 2007 (UTC)

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Lysira could feel the Flood... to much for her to control. An army of Floodlings swarmed aound her but didn't touch her... They cleared away as she entered the brig. She looked at her prisoners; marines, captains, Covenant Seps including the councilor in a cryotube, and an ONI spy. Her great fleets took down many UNSC ships and captured their commanders and surrendering marines. Her great Empire proved their worth on Installation 06. The Covenant there chose their fate and she decided that she would let them go.

"Fleet Master... get me a drop pod... aim it to the achive..." she didn't feel right letting her twins go on the Forerunner structure.

(not finish)

Bloodstar 16:19, 16 May 2007 (UTC)

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A Trooper carefully walked towards the monitors speaking in latin with Michel, helmetless, behind him. Michel's white skin and pinkish violet eyes made him look like a ghost. The Trooper carefully explained that Michel is of Forerunner origin and that he has come with the Flood and the Covenant intruders. He also explained that a Forerunner would soon arrive to over see this.

That much is true... Michel wondered what they would do. Accept them as allies or kill him there by not accepting his mother's plea for knowledge and ruining his promise.

Lucy poped her head up. She senced... another. The project that she replaced... Fenix. Being curious she slipped away from her escort and decided to go and meet her "brother". She never had one and maybe just maybe Fenix could be her brother. Then again she wanted Michel. A Juggernaught followed her just incase this was a trap.

Twilightstorm 18:09, 16 May 2007 (UTC)

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"This is ODST Sniper Iota One and I have assesed the battle situation. A message from Special Operations Commander Kwas 'Pudmee has revealed a rebel presence in the archive. Not only that but there was a squad of ODSTs that went missing earlier most likely caused by flood or sentinal forces. The best move is to eliminate the flood presence. Then continue with the rescue mission. The rebels do not seem to pose much of a threat but I advise you to destroy any UNSC or Covenant Separatist vessels that are not registered in the taskforce. I also suggest that we move our forces to the location where the Sangehili have made a base camp. After the rescue mission is completed I suggest that we destroy the area with a Nova Bomb. This message has been encoded through Eternity Code Alpha and sent to all UNSC frquencies. Iota One. Out."

"You Ranger fo and scout out the area and report back ot me. There are UNSC reinforcemetns on the way to help strenghtne the position but I want more information on the area. We lost contact with a Special Operations scout in a certain location. Find him." Ordered Ship Master 'Twassee to a ranger.

The ranger was on the move when he got an uneasy feeling as he headed to the last known location of the scout. When he got to the area he suddenly saw him, but the scout was know a Brain Form. "Sir the scout has been turned inot a flood brain form. I am engaging now." Siad the ranger over the Comm to the main force but before he could go any further he was attacked by an endless wave of infection forms. he desperatly fired into their ranks but he was soon taken over. "So 'Twassee now knows where I am. I now know that there are other biengs after me. I shall prepare my forces and assimilate them wether they say they are flood or not!"

Spartan G-23Comm ChannelMission History</tt> 19:05, 16 May 2007 (UTC)

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"Nice plan..." a voice said to the Brain Form,"I hope you understand this but they are planning to bomb this place with a NOVA bomb... Oh! Forgive me from introducing my self. I am Madaline Asura or Mimi-O007. I want to help you because we're both stuck in this. You die, and we lose a valuable realasate. Cooperate and we wont have your own minions turn on you.

Juggernaughts appeared behind her as well as her imperial legion. She had enough troops to destroy the Flood if they act up and enough to overwhelm the former sangheili.

"Where do you stand?" Mimi asked.

Imperial Forces openly engaged UNSC forces with heavy support. Soon Scarabs were brought in and the Fleet of HIM Lysira began to dig in. Michel's AI began to jam all communication on all other factions. The Negociator and Michel waited for the Monitors' anserw. If they said no the two would be destroyed and the 06 Monitor would be brought in.

Hepner looked at the Comm officer who always seemed to mess up his station. He had said that someone had jammed the comm and that Lysira wanted to speak to him.

"Sir... we could leave. Reims is out numbered now and... If we go back now we could say we broke from her grasp and --"

"NO! I found my children... They were taken away from me and now I found them... And who used them? Who almost got them killed?! Lysira kept her promise and I intend to keep mine!" He looked at Reims. "Keep in the middle... Also get me a pelican. I want to go to the flagship.

Twilightstorm 20:32, 16 May 2007 (UTC)

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''On surface of The Archive. One hour after first sightings of ships.''

"God damnit!" Fregol muttered to himself, shooting down twelve aerial forms with well placed sniper shots; they had no real skeletal structure, for light weight, and so a certain bullet in a certain place would collapse the creature entirely.

"Calm your nerves, these beasts serve us no real chal-" 'Evrolomee started, but then he saw what waited up ahead; it was what seemed like an ARMY of Juggernaughts, and behind them, innumerable swarms of Infection Forms.

'Evrolomee duel wielded the 'Blade of the Prophets' and another energy sword, and charged into battle, a various assortment of battle-hardened marines and Seperatist forces behind him.

''On surface of The Archive. 12 minutes before.''

The Monitor suddenly turned serious, gathering data from a fallen soldier that had opened fire on his Sentinels.

His inisgnia said Dragon Imperial Trooper, and his various data files gave 117649 Annihilative Repentance much knowledge of this Empire, and its strange leader; Lysira Sarris, as well as the Human project named Lucy.

He muttered various things in Forerunner dialect, too detailed and utterly complex for any race; even the Reclaimers or the Covenant, to understand. "Captains in front..." Repentance said quietly, and a long row of Sentinel Captains lined up in front of the main bulk of mechanical death machines. "We are paying a small visit to this, Miss Sarris..."

''In unoccupied region of space, near The Archive. Undetectable by sensors. Same time.''

He gently glided through the inky black; half frozen, half charred, thirsting for vengeance.

It was an odd sensation, being both burned and frozen at the same time, in the same area, but he put off the pain; once his mindless spores entered the ventilation system of any ship, all new Flood would be under his control; as well as any that ventured within a 23 kilometer radius of his eminence.

Then he spotted a frigate, seperated from the rest of the battling Fleets, and gladly latched onto it.

The Flood spores spilled into the ship, killing all those that were unsuitable immediately, and infecting the rest. His massive tentacles wrapped around the ship, and deep within the very core, his long lost head was reformed out of spores and dead bodies; he was returned from the Grave, once again... -Monitor of Installation-07 5:58 PM, May 16th, 2007