RP:Hollow Bastion

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Notices

 * Remember, the Seperatists and Humans are ALLIED
 * Loyalists are on their own
 * Flood are controlled by various people
 * Sentinels are only controlled by ME (117649 AR)
 * No killing of any main characters that belong to other people without their permission
 * Don't be too uber, get injured a lot!
 * All UNSC and separatist forces commanders fall under the control of Spartan G-23

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 6 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
 * Iota Five
 * 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, Councillor Nch 'Kodumee
 * Blade of Dawn - Major Vensar 'Fenijee
 * 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 CCS-class battlecruiser
 * Dozens of cruisers and countless infantry
 * CCS Hunter's Hand : Subfleet Master Belisarius

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>
 * 12) Bloodstar
 * 13) MIL AI 2430
 * 14) James-001
 * 15)  SPARTAN-091  [[Image:UNSC.jpg|15 px]] HelmetComm undefined Juliet  22:36, 18 May 2007 (UTC)[ ASSISTANT MODERATOR ]
 * 16) Chief frank 001

117649 Annihilative Repentance

 * Role: 117649 Annihilative Repentance
 * Side: Human/Covenant Installation-07 survivors
 * Location: Onboard the Archaic Memory
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Monitor of Installation-07
 * Role: Councilor Iska 'Evrolomee
 * Side: Human/Covenant Installation-07 survivors
 * Location: Onboard the UNSC Juggernaught
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Primary Covenant Leader of the Survivors
 * Role: Captain Coed
 * Side: Human/Covenant Installation-07 survivors
 * Location: Onboard the UNSC Juggernaught
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Primary Human Leader of the Survivors
 * Role: Field Master Etu 'Ledelonee
 * Side: Human/Covenant Installation-07 survivors
 * Location: Onboard the UNSC Juggernaught
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Second in Command for Covenant half of Survivors
 * Role: Lt.Colonel Fregol
 * Side: Human/Covenant Installation-07 survivors
 * Location: Onboard the UNSC Juggernaught
 * 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 core of The Archive. Freed from stasis.
 * Status: Rebooting systems
 * 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: An Iota attached to the UNSC Taskforce, ONI Section Three Special Operations Paramilitary
 * Role: Iota Five
 * Location: Varies
 * Status: Active
 * Other: An Iota attached to the UNSC taskforce, ONI Section Three Special Operations Paramilitary
 * Role: Delta
 * Location: Archiac Memory Database
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Purging the Archiac Memory database

Dubtiger

 * Role:Lambda Squad
 * Location: Archive hangar bay #7
 * Status: Fighting in Archive hangar bay #7
 * Other: N/A

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:Archive
 * Status:Active
 * Role:Kunzite Drake Gem
 * Location: Spitfire
 * Status:Active
 * Role:Reims Vigilamee
 * Location: Ice Monarch
 * Satus:KIA in explosion
 * Role:Lucy
 * Location: Archive
 * Status:exploring with Michel
 * Role:Dragon Imperial Legions
 * Locations:The Archive and the Imperial Fleet
 * Status:Siege, defending, assaulting...
 * Role:Ocean, SPARTAN-Sigma 4
 * Location: The Archive
 * Status:Active
 * Role:Riku, Sigma 3
 * Location: The Archive
 * Status: active

Duskstorm

 * Role:Mahiru-O248
 * Location: Archive
 * Status: Playing House
 * Role:Peeps the Grunt
 * Location:Archive
 * Status: Escorting Mahiru

Bloodstar

 * Role:Empress Lysira Sarris
 * Location:N/A
 * Status:active
 * Role:General Gerbur Strike
 * Location:Archive interior with back legions of 20,000 men
 * Status:Active
 * Role:Gravemind of Installation 06 "Ragnos"
 * Location:Deep within the Ragnorok
 * Status:Stasis

343 guilty sparks

 * Role: First Lieutenant Markus Felix
 * Location: Unknown (for now)
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Leader of the 547th Elite Marine Corps


 * Role: Second Lieutenant Jackson Luberberry
 * Location: Unknown (for now)
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Commander of Team Omega, part of the 547th Elite Marine Corps


 * Role: Muno' Bracknokee
 * Location: On board the Embernal Flame
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Ship Master of the Embernal Flame


 * Role: Kamo' Shenogoee
 * Location: On board the Embernal Flame
 * Status: Active
 * Other: N/A


 * Role: Noku' Canogehee
 * Location: On board the Embernal Flame
 * Status: Active
 * Other: N.A

Demakhis

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


 * Role:Kayne
 * 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
 * Role: Covenant Military AI, CDS Blade of Dawn, Adjutant Controller, Designation A-332 "Aiya"
 * Location: Blade of Dawn computer core
 * Status: Active
 * Role: Flood-Changed Ultra Iyin 'Jnunqee
 * Location: Aboard Blade of Dawn
 * Status: Active
 * Role: Captain-Commander Belisarius
 * Location: In command of Covenant Loyalist cruiser Hunter's Hand
 * Status: Active

Spartan-091

 * Role: SPARTAN-091, Jared
 * Location: UNSC Secondary LZ
 * Status: Active
 * Role:Juliet
 * Location: Neural Net, SPARTAN-091
 * Status: Active

MIL AI 2430

 * Role: MIL AI 2430, "Will"
 * Location: UNSC Spitfire
 * Status: Active

James-001

 * Role:TBA
 * Location:TBA
 * Status:TBA

Chief frank 001

 * Role:
 * Location:
 * Status:

Gunnery Sergeant Thompson

 * Role:
 * Location:
 * Status:

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)

2
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)

5
''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

6
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)

8
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

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In a small and insignificant hibernation cell in the bowels of the Covenant destroyer CDS Blade of Dawn, the Major Vensar 'Fenijee snapped his eyes open with a barely perceptible shiver. Not that he was cold; the Blade ' s hibernation cells were pleasant warm. It was merely the fact that hibernation always gave him extremely strange dreams. This dream had been about a frigate--Rise of Darkness, it seemed to be, although his dream was not clear enough to be sure--falling swiftly and horribly under the control of...something. An enemy, but his mind was too vague from the sleep to recall. He closed his eyes, trying to hold in the memories, but the chipper, professional voice of Aiya, the ship's AI, cut into his thoughts, crushing the memory forever.

"I trust you have arisen sufficiently to hear what I have to tell you, Half-Commander."

Swinging his legs over the edge of the hibernation bed, 'Fenijee gingerly let his armored hooves touch the floor. Brushing the dust off his resplendant crimson armor, he stood. "Of course, Adjutant."

"Do not go outside," the construct admonished him sharply. "I will speak with you."

Surprised, 'Fenijee sat back down. It was unusual for a ship's AI to be so firm with a Half-Commander, but not unheard-of. Perhaps there was a dangerous situation. But if so, why had he not been summoned to the bridge after waking? What did the AI want to say?

"There was," the clear, emotionless voice of the AI stated, "an occurrence of some disturbing importance within the Fleet this morning."

'Fenijee was not unduly surprised. By his chronometer, he had been awoken nearly two full cycles ahead of schedule. Something important had to be happening.

"One of the frigates in this very fleet suddenly dropped out of contact with Crushing Might this morning," Aiya said flatly. "Although it was a routine position check, they did not respond to any hails. As is standard procedure, three Lances of Operatives were ferried over to the frigate in order to secure any situation. They informed Crushing Might that they had found the ship's landing bays blocked by energy shielding, then their Phantom dropped out of contact also. Being the closest ship to the frigate, Blade of Dawn was ordered to investigate."

"And?" 'Fenijee asked. Most constructs were rather pompous, but this one was unusually bad. Its endless posturing and review were worse than anything Ship Master 'Nurupuee could have come up with.

"And we had barely gotten within sensor range when the frigate launched plasma torpedoes and burned out the plasma direction coils. Ship Master 'Nurupuee was so surprised by the attack that he did not order shields up. The second volley crippled our engines; the third was specifically aimed for the primary command center, where 'Nurupuee was officiating. He, and all additional personnel within three hundred units of him, were flash-burned to death," the construct said calmly.

"Who is in command, then?" 'Fenijee asked breathlessly. "Was Subcommander 'Nguniyee at the secondary command center?"

"Yes, he was," the AI said.

"Was?" 'Fenijee asked, barely daring to hear the construct's answer.

"Was," the AI said, "until I turned off life-support to all sectors just under ten units ago. The whole ship was devoid of atmosphere for several units, until I judged that 'Nguniyee and all other personnel of the command crew were dead. I did not, at the time, anticipate that the on-duty shift of Unggoy and any personnel in hibernation would survive. As it was, most of the Unggoy froze to death before I re-established heating."

"Why?" the Major asked.

The AI was unable to manifest in the cell, where there was no holotank, but he was certainly smiling, wherever he was. "Because the Flood were on that frigate, Major. Their infested dropships entered through hull-breaches under two units ago, and they are currently attempting to locate the secondary command center."

"And you feared they would infest this ship?"

"They have no need to, Major. And if they did, they would not. After all, you are here to stop them."

"Me?"

"I think it is always best to give one's enemies a fighting chance."

The speaker clicked off. The Major was left alone. Who does the construct think I am? he wondered furiously. A Forerunner?

No matter. He had to get out of here and find some way to get word to Councilor 'Kodumee.

And to do that, he was headed the same way as the Flood were.

This was shaping up to be a bad, bad day.

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"Freeze UNSC scum!" Yelled an Imperial Shock Trooper to Iota One. However before the trooper could say anything else Iota One shoved the bayonet attached to his S2 AM Sniper Rifle into the trooper's chest and turned it until there was a hole for the rifle's barrel to stick through. The other trooper's lifted their weapons as if ready to fight back but Iota One shot two of them in the head with the sniper rifle. The last trooper watched as his teamates were bleeding out of their heads and the area littered with what was their brains. He tried to run but Iota One shot him in the leg followed by a shot to the head. He reloaded and moved on. four more troopers where in the next hallway but Iota One slung his sniper rifle, pulled out a combat knife, and jabbed it into the main artery in the first trooper's neck. The remainig troopers fired their rifles only to have them shoot nothing. Iota One had dissapeared. Then a fragmentation grenade blew the three troopers into oblivion.

Iota One continued down the hallway until he went a through some doors only to find four more troopers waiting for him. He pulled out a second combat knife and threw it staight into the first trooper's pressure point on his neck. Iota One then pulled out a K7 Caseless Sub-Machine Gun and shot the remaining troopers with it. He reloaded only to look up and find a flood juggernaut charging towards him. The juggernaut sent him flying with one shot of its tentacles. Iota One smiled as he took cover and detonated a LOTUS anti-tank mine that he secretly placed on the juggernaut before he went flying. The juggernaut was so badly ripped apart that it could not be put back together. Iota One was unharmed because underneath his ODST armour there was a Dragon Skin combat vest. Iota One pondered if he should reclassify the rebels as a threat. He would not since he was an Ioda and no rebel force could ever defeat him in ground combat.

'Pudmee was on the move. He just performed a guerrila strike on a patrolling flood squad. They had been caught now but they had all the information that they needed for they had dowmloaded the Archive blueprints onto a crystal. The UNSC and Separatist forces could now move anywhere in the Archive and now had all the strategic defensive locations. They would surely kill all of the flood.

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

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"Contact! ODST!" a Shock Trooper yelled." Chase him down!"

A Lekgolo pair and ten sangehili and Shock Troopers chased after Iota One firing at him.

"He has J's vest... get me the damn tracking device see where J's vest is heading!" a Captain yelled.

"Yes sir! Tell the others to keep up the pursuit. Get a Phantom to ambush him ... here! Go!"

With that said a pelican and a Phantom were deployed.

"General Strike is landing soon and then The Empress till tehn her heirs are to be protected inside the city. Tell Kunzite he could stop playing wolf and nuke the ''Spitfire whenever he wishes." The Commander said.

Kunzite got the messege a secodn ago and refused to attack fellow UNSC soldiers and he and his crew were thrown into the brig since Reims can not kill them without word from his mistress. Imoperial Cadets took over as well as Unggoy.

"You Unggoy! Prepare to fire this ship's weapons... Make it look like we captured the ship's AI and command crew. That should make them send soemone to rescure Kunzite no? He is ONI after all..." he said.

"Only if you shut up! Me not of Holy Covenant anymore liek you! We rank the same!" the Unggoy replied.

"Ey! Just do it mate! I cna't put up with your constant bickery!" a ensign said.

Twilightstorm 00:11, 17 May 2007 (UTC)

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SPARTAN-091 awoke with a start. Where am I? he mused silently. His surroundings were somewhat familiar to him, in a dream-like way... Then he remembered. He was in a cryotube aboard the UNSC Spitfire. He flexed his stiffened muscles, holding back a twinge of pain that struck him. Oh, how he hated cryogenics! He pushed at the lid of his tube, and with a hiss of compressed air, it slid open gently. He got out slowly, his joints popping as they were brought back into use for the first time in two weeks. With a cough, the foul-tasting cryo fluid flew from his throat to his mouth. Jared forced himself to swallow, gagging as he did. Then he looked around. At the foot of the cryotube was an equipment locker with his armor inside of it. Thumbing the biometric lock, the SPARTAN pulled the lid up and removed his Mark-VI MJOLNIR armor. He quickly put it on, setting up its systems as he did. Then he reached back into the locker and withdrew a chip carrying his personal AI, Juliet. This he slid into his helmet, feeling the now-familiar warmth of her presence in his mind.

"Why hello there," she piped up. "It's good to be back! Feeling brutish, as usual, I see?" Jared shook his head in disappointment. She hadn't changed a bit. "Anything happen while I was out?" he inquired.

"Yes, actually. You're to report to Hangar B as soon as you are awake. And dressed, I suppose," she added.

"Alright. Let's get there," Jared growled, picking up his MA5C Assault Rifle and moving to the doors. -- SPARTAN-091   HelmetComm undefined Juliet  00:36, 17 May 2007 (UTC)

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Iota One was in trouble. A large rebel force was chasing him and he was out of ammo made to take Lekglo. Then as if out of nowhere an ammunition pod dropped from space. Iota One opened it. Inside he found an M8A5C Carbine inside. "Excellent." he thought. A Lekglo charged towards him. Iota One smiled as he flipped of the Safety on the Secondary Fire of the Carbine. The Massive beast charged right into Iota One's fire. The massive creature screamed as the Carbine's RPG hit it shattering it into a thousand pices. Soon more Rebels arrived only to be killed by Iota One.

Finally the last wave of rebels landed. Iota killed all but one of them "Where is your flagship? Tell me and I shall spare your life." Iota One told the Imperial Shock Trooper. "It is a Covenant Super Carrier that we stole in orbit around the Archive. Please let me go now." Siad the Imperial Shock Trooper. Iota One let him go. The rebel started to run away, but Iota One shot him in the back of the head. "Oh yes, I forgot to mention that ONI does not want me to leave any enemies alive." Said Iota One to the now dead Imperial Shock Trooper. Iota One walked back to the Sangehili camp for a briefing on his next objective.

"Admiral! We have found a non-registered vessel the Ice Monarch. Shall I destroy it?" Asked a crew member to Admiral Chow. "No. I think that we should just disable it instead because there could be trapped UNSC forces." Said Admiral Chow. The UNSC Spitfire opened fire with all five of its MAC guns at the Ice Monarch. As the MAC rounds went flying all of the Ice Monarchs MAC guns and Archer Missile pods were diabled.

"This is the commander UNSC Spitfire Fleet Admral Stephen Chow. Ice Monarch surrender now and we shall grant you only ten years in prison and then your record shall be cleared. If you say no I shall have to destroy your ship and you will not be able to fight back." Said Admiral Chow to the Ice Monarch.

Spartan G-23Comm ChannelMission History</tt> 00:59, 17 May 2007 (UTC)

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"You mistake me for the Ice Monarch 's real commander... I am Reims Vigilamee of the DDragon Empire. Youe ONI friend Admiral Kunzite Gem is my prisoner. Attempt to stop us from rejoining and we will kill him and his command crew!"He growled.

The Ice Monarch retreated since Reims is out numbered. He needed to get to the fleet and tell the Empress the UNSC agenda obtained by Okara, the ship's AI.

This was it. Team Rapier met... well at least three of them... Nikki had made sentinals, Mimi had destroyed any or all Brain forms she had come acroosa dn Flood began to overwhelm them. Their Juggernaughts did their best to protect them and keep tehir renegade counterparts at bey. Michel let Lucty mess with his white hair. He began to recall the events of Installation 06. Thecapture of Ragnos... and when they went back to Serenity. Soon his mother would be here and all will be well. She seemed to find this pklace without even thinking like the installations and other contructs.

"Ma'am... why don't we just oput up auto trrets?" he sujjested.

"I didn't thinkof that... Nikki get on it and find Mahiru and see is she is ok!" she paused and turned too where Rey should have been.

He had died when he questioned Lysira too much. He shouldn't of have so now Yuri-O128 will take his place. Lucy bit into Michel's gauntlent.

"Hey I'm not food! I established that after the first tiem I lost blood!" he said grabing hergently."I'll be back...this thing neds food."

"Grab me something too." she ordered him as he left.

Mimi began to go over reports. She still wondered what the hell a Forerunner was. And Why Michel is part Forerunner. It made no sence... All Forerunner are suppose to be dead.

Twilightstorm 01:50, 17 May 2007 (UTC)

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Mahiryu looked all over the place for Lucy killing any Covenant patrol she came acroos all ghost like. It was easy. She used special needles. Shame she had to be the more sadistic and senceable one of the rouge S-IIIs. Right now she followed a funny looking ball of light. From time to time she tossed a pebble at it. and giggled.

Peeps crawled around with his bomb squad. They searched for the main control center and only found dead ends. Unlike kost grunts Peeps isn't afraid of anything.

Duskstorm 01:55, 17 May 2007 (UTC)

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''Aboard/part of Frigate; Rise of Darkness. 24 minutes after siezure of the ship.''

"The drums of war sound once more, and not even the Forerunner themselves can stop it..." he muttered, his massive tentacles still tightly wrapped around the Rise of Darkness, and a large bulk of his mass actually part of the ship itself. He had ordered the creation of two watcher forms, so that they could relay his commands; Pefrol and Korhial.

Aerial Forms constantly encircled the ship, and occasionally stopped to devour bits of charred flesh left floating in space. He reached out with his tentacle, and wrapped it around another frigate, UNSC controlled this time, and immediately Infection Forms started crawling onto the tentacle and into the ship.

"Holy hell! Get rid o' those things ASAP!" the Lieutenant said before being utterly mauled, and then used as a pawn. "Fire!" the captain yelled, and a MAC slug tore through the tentacle binding the two ships, but all in vain; by now, multiple other tentacles and taken hold of the ship and had begun fusing. As the last Human screams died out, all that could be heard was silence, utter silence in the dark.

He sensed it, another, trying to take control of his own; this was not permitted. The two frigates, Covenant and UNSC, were both slammed together, a large portion of what used to be metal now turned into organic material. "The Flood are mine, and mine alone... I shall succeed where Gravemind has not..." he rasped, his large booming voice echoing through the night.

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

It shocked him, utterly shocked him, what he was seeing from The Archive's sensors. 39020247 Irremediable Affliction had regained a considerable amount of strength in light of recent events, and he could even now utilize The Archive's systems, although not quite regain control of the Sentinels.

He saw as the merged Bio-ships slowly made their way towards the other ships fighting in orbit around The Archive, although it was improbable, nay, impossible that a Flood Form could have survived the destruction of the Installation. But this was all too real, and unless he could be freed from this Electro-gravitational prison, all would degrade to hell. -Monitor of Installation-07 10:42 PM, May 16th, 2007

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Instead of taking a drop pod, the Archaic Memory moved to a hanger that had become under Imperial control. Lysira entered the hanger with her elite guard. The Troopers and hanger hands imdediatly stood at attention as she entered the city.

"I will lead the attack on the covenant camps Field Master..." she whispered.

"By your will great one!" A silver armored sangheili replied.

"I wont run away from my past... I need to find out more..." she said to her self.

"My liege?"

"Hm? Oh... nothing. Prepare your forces."Lyira said avoiding the qurry.

She spotted Michel but he moved deeper into their territory. Her thoughts were interupted as one of her Juggernauts bumped her slightly.

"What is it my friend?" She asked.

Always wondered if the Juggernauts were Forerunner that the Flood consumed or just pure Flood. It made sence. According to her researchers Flood had no real bones. So what were they?

She shook her head and whiped out a beam. She revered engineered the Energy Sword and made an archaic long sword. The hilt it self released it and a magnetic field shaped the blade.

"Your majesty," a commander walked to her."General Strike has entered the system and is ready to provide flanking support. The day will be ours once he get's tose scarabs inside the city." He said

"No... Nothing is easy... I want to destroy this place after I am done learning about my past. Something seems... out of place here... missing..." her voice trailed off as she went deep in thought."No... This place would serve as a colony."

"Yes majesty..." he bowed.

"Also don't fire on the Monitors...

The Lilium came out of slipspace and came into formation with the fleet.

"What is this? We have three times the number of ships when we took that ring world! This is a tactical outrage! No matter I am here and all will be good yes?" an admiral said.

"Not good. If your going to be so smug why don't you just get out there. Find a spot for my Scarabs to deploy old man." a heavily armored man said.

Lysira's forces quietly moved into position surrounding the Covenant camp. Thwo former special op sangheili moved in to scout. One stoped seeing Lysira move in. She instantly began attacking and with that first slash came a hail of fire from her troops as they moved ahead of her.

Bloodstar 14:54, 17 May 2007 (UTC)

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Mahiru stoped to watch two frigates slam into eachother. What was happening it wasn't Ragnos... His flood began to occupy Imperial parts of the city and had not attacking anything yet.

She yawned and trailed after a marine scout. She gently grabed her toxic combat knife and leaped onto the poor noncom and ripped through his flesh like a hot knife through butter. Blood splattered on her armor and the whole thing mimiced the color.

"I'm getting hungry..."she said to her self.

"Look! I found a demon!"Peeps exclaimed as they swarmed in and cheered.

"We got seperated when we ran into a taller demon..." one of them said.

"Yea with different armor to!" another said.

"OOOH! Where?!" Mahiru said grabing Peeps.

"That way! I show you!" he said.

Duskstorm 15:11, 17 May 2007 (UTC)

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The SPARTAN squad and the ODSTs enters the hangar, weapons ready to be fired. There was no resistance.

"I think it's..." began an ODST, when he screamed in pain, a glowing energy sword sticking out from behind him.

"Ambush!" yelled another ODST, and the group opened fire at the general direction of the hidden enemy. Elites crumbled to the ground, but took several other ODSTs with them.

"Sweep the area! There's bound to be more!" commanded Lambda Leader, and the group broke in half.

For the next couple of hours, gunshots and energy weapons were fired, and only a few ODSTs remained after the entire hangar bay was cleaned out.

"If there are more, I'm going to start hating this place," muttered Hattie.

Yoshi was unusually silent, watching the gruesome scene.

"間違って何かはか?" Hattie asks in Japanese.

"ええ、" replied Yoshi.

"There's something wrong," Hattie translated for the rest of the survivors.

"We'll have to stay here until further notice then," said Lambda Leader, "but we should notify the fleet that we are 90% sure we have captured a useful hangar bay."

After conversing with Yoshi, Hattie translates that Yoshi would wait before calling, if the enemy was preparing for another attack that would jeopardize incoming ships.

Lambda Leader nods. "We'll wait here then."

Dubtiger 16:49, 17 May 2007 (UTC)

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Imperial patrols increased due to outbreaks and sentinals. And if that weren't enough UNSC personel breached an area close to the staging area. Bad luck for the bad guys... Even the the Covenant were there. A large company of Imperial troops watched and waited for Lambda Company to finish off the Covenant before firing down on them. Then it got better Tema Knight's escort company jojn which meant 600 imperial troopers would massacre the UNSC scum then join up with her imperial majesty. It's fool proof!

"Now! Fire!" a Captain yelled.

Michel and Lucy were now deep in the Archive. Troopers constantly came here to set up living quarters. Lucy pushed random things on a toy while following Michel. She reminded him of Sigma Three. Not caring about the dangers of the world or anything. He hated her and loved her... even though she nearly killed him. He killed her and left him picking sides. He still has trouble with that. Why did he leave ONI behidn just to folow his leader? To find a better cause? When he was with ONI they sent Alpha and Beta Companies without UNSC support. If the Marines were sent in he had no doubt that they'd survive. They were never mentioned liekt eh S-IIs and that made Omega mad and rebel on their first space op. Only two teams survived.

Lucy threw the toy at his head. He turned to see her face and sighed. She hated to see him sad.

"Ok ok..."he said.

Two Unggoy poked at a cryo tube. A blue armored SPARTAN lay in it encased in a MK 7.it moved slightly.

"Hey it moved!" the leader said.

"Your just seeing things! just turn off the--"

The blue spartan punched a hole in the glass and climbed out. The Unggoy began to open fire on her but it the plasma just splashed her sheild. Shhe grabed oen and slammed it into it's partner.

"This is Sigma Four to any UNSC marines and or naval personel. I am on the Ice Monarch of Fleet Admiral Kunzite Drake Gem transmitting codded ID to any ONI personel listening. Need a report." Ocean said.

She wasn't one for sliping up or waiting and if covenant on the Monarch ment no UNSC presence then she had to get to the enarest fleet and tell them about everything and what needed to be done. She checked the TEAMBIO. Zack, Jaggers, and Riku's status was missing... She checked again and their lifeisigns were flatlined. She picked up some Plasma Grenades and the Grunts' Plasma Pistols and prepared to clean up the ship.

"This is Sigma Four to anyone who can here me. I am on the Ice Monarch, requesting assisstence! Lilium do you read? Captain Stukov?" She said again

Ocean checked the all frequencies and found oen active with alot of chatter and repeated the assistence messege and taged as high prority objective.

Twilightstorm 19:23, 17 May 2007 (UTC)

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''CDS Blade of Dawn, Secondary Command Center. 5th Cycle, 32nd Unit''

Vensar's eyes moved slowly around the room, taking in every detail. There were six Sangheili corpses lying on the floor. All were discolored; slowly, the frozen saliva surrounding their gaping mouths was melting. A grotesque little demonstration of phase change at work. Something, Vensar realized, is not right.

A moment later, he realized what was wrong--something so laughably simple he wondered how he had missed it in the first place. There was no trace of a Flood infestation. He had seen blobs of Flood material all around the path he had taken to the armory, and when he got there, all the weapons had been taken, with the exception of a lone plasma rifle which had been kicked under a crate in the confusion of the Flood looting the place. But his route to the bridge had been free of the loathsome tannish growths that were plaguing the ship. So, for that matter, was the bridge itself.

How odd.

The Major looked around the bridge. His bridge, he decided. He was, in all probability, the highest-ranking officer left alive. The command crew here had included two Zealots and four Majors, all but one above him in rank. He was quite probably acting Ship Master of Blade of Dawn.

At least he still had part of the ship to call his own. He took three steps forward, and at least two dozen Combat Forms dropped from the ceiling with horrible, liquid war-cries. Vensar raised his single plasma rifle and exhaled. Ship Master, maybe, but not for long.

Then, suddenly, amazingly, the Combat Forms lowered their various weapons. The closest one, something that had once been an Ultra, gave a chittering growl and sank into an off-balance crouch that was unmistakably a bow.

As though it was inside his head, Vensar heard a voice. "Welcome to Blade of Dawn, Ship Master. What are your orders?"

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Ocean made her to the armory and grabed the gear she left behind. She stoped to pick up Riku's katana and paused. She felt like crying but held it in.

"I'm sorry guys..."she wanted to die with them but she had to reinforce the marines.

She checked her MA5C and slid a clip into it. She then left under veil of her active camo. She wanted revenge now. She began to take guards down at random without anyone else noticing until most of the ship became empty.

The Imperial Fleet moved into position to attack the UNSC Fleet. With a mix of UNSC and Covenant ships they had the advantage. The Archaic Memory and Ragnorok already landed but could still fire and support their flanks. Easy pickings no? They had to destroy the Ice Monarch before anone decides to rescure it's crew and recover it's records and AI as well as the ONI Spartan.

"Contact command! Tell them we got SPARTANs in Hanger 7! Get some Lekgolo to cave in the halls let those squads die... It's better to lose 40 men then then two companies..." A commander said.

The Lekgolo came sooner than expected and began blowing up doorways to cut off Lambda squad from getting the hanger with a straight line to the staging areas.

Twilightstorm 20:48, 17 May 2007 (UTC)

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"Sir, they're cutting us off!" shouted a ODST as a nearby exit exploded. This was succeeded by more explosions, cutting off all means of escape.

"Bring 'em!" said Dave, snapping his SMG up, cocking it swiftly.

Fire from multiple angles rained down upon the small group. The remaining ODSTs were quickly cut down, but the SPARTANs managed to get behind fallen pillars and large debris.

"This is Lambda Leader at a hangar bay found at sent coordinates. We'd appreciate it if someone friendly stops by," said Lambda Leader, a hand to his radio transmitter.

The team leader cocks his sniper rifle, scans the area, and quickly puts a bullet into a hidden enemy's head. He couldn't tell exactly who he shot, but there's a good chance it was a Jackal.

-Dubtiger 21:30, 17 May 2007 (UTC)

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''On The Archive. Making way to core. TIME ERROR''

'Ledelonee lifted the fallen Imperial Trooper's head off the ground, then threw it back down in disgust. "These warriors are highly disciplined, to say the least" he noted, getting in the driver's seat of a Spectre with 'Evrolomee in the side and Fregol in the back, Coed closely following in a banshee.

"No idea who these guys are, they have Covenant and Humans, but they have different armor and logos" Fregol stated, "We can only guess who they are son, but for now we have to classify them as enemies" Coed answered hastily, launching a hail of plasma at approaching combat forms, burning their flesh.

"A crashed UNSC ship?" Coed muttered curiously, "Lagedon, tell me about that ship now" he said through the COM. "Captain, I have accessed its systems; there's another A.I. in there" Lagedon replied, "Just tell me when it came here" Coed said, ignoring the fact, "It crashed here in 2543 sir" the A.I. answered.

It seemed impossible to Coed, that a ship could crash here so long ago... "Is it usable?" Fregol asked this time, and was answered by a satisfactory "Yes". If this ship was fully active, they had a better chance at surviving this god-forsaken war.

''Coming close to Supercarrier; Archaic Memory. TIME ERROR.''

117649 Annihilative Repentance floated closer towards the Supercarrier, getting ready to greet the enigmatic Miss Sarris. Strangely enough, the Dragon Imperial Troopers did not attack, they instead only kept guard and glanced at him.

He reached the entrance into the ship, and a few guards were stationed. The Monitor simply ignored them and moved inside with his Sentinels; now to him it seemed that their 'Empress' had ordered not to attack him. He looked forward to meeting this mysterious woman, and engage her in a battle of wits.

''Aboard/part of Frigates; Rise of Darkness and Latium. Undetectable by Sensors. TIME ERROR''

The Flood controlled Bio-ships made their way slowly but steadily towards the Imperial Fleet, and the source of this mysterious other. He sensed it, a Command Form held captive, and some Human experiment, both with power over the Flood; but his will was stronger...

The two watcher forms continued issuing orders to minor Flood forms, continually burrowing into and out of the organic metal. The interiors of both ships were strange; slime coated the strange organic flesh-like metal, swarms of Flood passed through the various halls and decks, and travelled between the ships. The exterior was no better; you could see the tentacles wrapped/fused around the joined frigates, and swarms of Aerial Forms flew around them.

In due time, this Human experiment would be stripped of its ability to control the Flood, and the other Command Form, it would be freed, and assimilated. Soon, The Archive, and the universe, would belong to the Flood...

''Core of The Archive. In stasis. TIME ERROR''

39020247 Irremediable Affliction could sense it, the old, ancient Forerunner mechanics activating. Something, or someone, was tampering with them; time portals from various periods were opening up, causing time anomolies, and many other things were taking place.

If this was not taken care of soon, The Archive itself could very literally be torn apart by the sheer force and power of these temporal rifts.

-Monitor of Installation-07 6:36 PM, May 17th, 2007

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Vensar never understood exactly how or why he suddenly had a shipful of Parasites at his command, but abruptly, he did. They were all working for him. They did not flinch from any order; they understood and acknowledged everything. They were the perfect crew; an unstoppable juggernaut which had no rival. Except, of course, the Flood themselves.

The first thing Vensar had ordered his executive officer--the remains of the Ultra Iyin 'Jnunqee--was to scan Rise of Darkness. The Flood-Sangheili creature's analysis was not conclusive. It could tell that something was on the ship--or, as it put it, something was the ship--but aside from that, the only clear detail was that some strange organic matter was connecting Rise of Darkness to a human ship, Class J-4.

After that, he'd tried to repair all the systems, with fairly complete success. 'Jnunqee seemed to be in local control of the Flood, giving Vensar adecent amount of control. He was shaping up to make a good Ship Master. All he needed was gold armor.

At present, the gold armor of Subfleet Master Belisarius of the Covenant was uncomfortably warm under the beetling heat of CCS Hunter's Hand. He offered a quick prayer to the patron saint of the void, hoping that his sensors had malfunctioned.

They hadn't.

The Separatist ship Blade of Dawn was swarming with Flood. It was also moving straight towards them.

Well, this settled it.

Time to fight.

"Severius!" he barked to the Weapons Officer. "I require plasma torpedoes at command. Cassius! You have tactical control of helm; assault patterns Besha through Yenra are cleared for your use. Defense Officer Eleusus! Launch no fighters. Point defense and pulse lasers only. If any single-man fighters approach, I wish them destroyed with the utmost efficiency and speed. Machinist Epimetheus! Divide power between engines, weapons, and shields. All non-essentials offline, is that clear?"

He waited for the four affirmative answers to come through. A few seconds later, Eleusus' gruff voice rang over the ship speakers. "All on board, combat positions! Rouse Captain Gabalus; have him muster the ship guard and ground forces!"

Almost simultaneously, Severius interrupted, turning to Belisarius. "Plasma torpedoes ready, excellency."

Belisarius nodded. "Target the infidels on Blade of Dawn. Engines first. Then weapons. We don't want to kill them right away."

On Blade of Dawn ' s secondary command center, Vensar smiled a smile that the human angel of death would have been proud of.

"You were right, 'Jnunqee," he acknowledged. "You have strategic control. Attack when ready."

Space was divided by blue lines. Flaring and sputtering in the vacuum, plasma torpedoes streaked towards each other. Covenant Destroyer versus Covenant Battlecruiser. One under the command of a lone Sangheili with a few thousand inexplicable Flood minions. One under the command of a zealous, commended Jiralhanae officer.

It was going to be close.

The lines that split space became bridges. Two ships connected by infinitesimal lines of superheated heptane.

The Covenant Civil War was once more joined.

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"Now, bring up him online," Fleet Admiral Stephen Chow ordered

"MIL AI 2430 online," A dark robed humaniod avatar appeared on holotank 2 "Sir, I prefer being online before we exit slipspace, not a few hours after."

"Give me the postion of our fleet, the forerunner structure, Covenant fleets and that rag-tag "other" fleet" The Admiral ordered obviously ignoring the AIs last comment.

"Aye,sir" the AI replied. Numerous blips appeared on the TACMAP, showing 6 distinct groups, all filling the vacuum between them with super-hot metal slugs and bright illumination. The Fleet Admiral frowned, in deep thought. "Something wrong,sir?" Will piqed up.

"Yes, I just dont know what,"--UNSC AI 00:41, 18 May 2007 (UTC)

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Aboard Assault Carrier; Eternal Peace.

Lagedon appeared on his holo-pad, his untidy hair glistening green. "What do you need, Lt. Evlen?" he asked, the Lt. walked over to him, and stuck his one hand in his pocket. "I'm just worried about the others that went on the construct" he replied, staring out at fields of war, "They're fine, Lieutenant" Lagedon said, and Evlen calmed down, and walked out the door.

MIL AI 639-2 had an easy time for the most part, until they were hailed by a UNSC Supercarrier; it classified as the Spitfire. Lagedon created various sub-routines to keep the ship going, and the passengers alive, and he transferred himself into the Spitfire via the COM systems.

Within broken down systems of UNSC Juggernaught.

Agildor sighed, his fractured voice splitting off rather quickly. "Sustain la-life supa-port syst-tems..." he repeated for perhaps the 956th time in two days; he still was following the commands of his long deceased captain.

"F-f-ailure ta-to c-comp-pens-sate... Lack of pow-power..." the AI said again, his oddly distorted, broken up image flickering in the old rusty holo-pad.

"Intru-rud-ders..." his voice sounded through the old dead passageways of the Juggernaught as the survivors of Installation-07 made their way into the broken ship.

''Aboard/part of frigates; Rise of Darkness and Latium. Undetectable by sensors.''

His great tentacles grabbed yet another ship; a carrier this time, and began merging to it, Flood walked through the vacuum on the tentacles and entered the ship, infecting all on board. The carrier was pulled towards the other two frigates, and became the organic base to an oddly shaped trio of Bio-ships.

"The drakes shall not be the first to fall..." he whispered, and the trio turned towards the Blade of Dawn and fired numerous drop pods at the ship. They were not used as weapons, no, but rather, a means of infecting the crew of that ship as well, so that he could assimilate it into his new form.

Strange it was though, that he sensed Flood onboard that were not under his control; this would soon be ammended...

The Archive shook greatly, visible portals through time itself seen from space. The rifts were dissipating, but great tremors shook the massive platform every now and then; it was in danger.

-Monitor of Installation-07

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The Imperial Fleet surrounded the Ragnorok and began firing on any approaching vessel that wasn't a part of the Dragon Empire. The ''Ragnorok itself headed towads an Imperial controlled hanger. Ragnos senced a command form near by.

"Soldier... what is happening...?" the gravemind asked it's guard.

"Nothing much lord Ragnos. The enemy is approaching and we brough more dead for you to assimmilate." a trooper said.

"Hmm... When will exactly be inside the Archive...?" it asked.

"Not long sir." he replied

Lysira continued to attack the covenant seps. Her legion, Serpentarius, are aong the finest of her empire and never failed her once. Two black clad soldiers followed her as she slaughtered the opposition. This place will ber heres even f it kills her.

Bloodstar 14:40, 18 May 2007 (UTC)

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Ocean cleared out most of the ship. Now she just had the brig and the bridge... She crept slowly up to the door panel of the brig and peered around the corner to see how many guards there were. She spotted a lone S-III. Seth if she could remember it right. The Flood guy who slaughtered Jaggers and ripped Zack's arm off. Then she saw her. Riku in one of the cells with a bunch of marines. If she could get them out they could make a run to the hanger steel a couple if pelicans and escape to... some where...

"Hey dumbass in the chair." she came around the corner and sprayed down an empty chair.

"You should know how I work human..." Seth said punching Ocean into the brig area.

"Damn..." she said pulling out a plasma grenade.

She tossed it at a control pannel and the cells sli open. The crew and marines instantly ran to grab something to protect one another.

"Where that freak go?!" a marine yelled.

Riku walked to Ocean and grabed her katana from Ocean."What took you?" she asked.

"I was having a good dream till the ship's AI woke me up. She'll arm the self destruct sequence in another five min.. We gotta get out of here." she replied to her squad mate.

"Self destruct?! Are you crazy? This carrier has enough nukes to blow a hole in a moon! Okara! Move the ship!! Or at least jetison the nukes!" Kunzite said limping into the middle of the crowd wth Hepner's help.

"Yes Admiral. Seth is escapng via life boat to the Archive. You better do the same. I'll give you all a clear path... Good-bye." The AI said.

Without anoher word they made there way to the hanger stole four pelicans with light resistence and headed toward the Sptfire with all haste.

"This is Fleet Admiral Kunzite Gem! Stay clear of the Ice Monarch! I repeat! STAND CLEAR OF THE ICE MONARCH!!" he yelled as the four pelicans headed to the Spitfire.

The Imperials left inside Hanger 7 kept up their relentless attack on Lambda squad and their ODST. Being cut off from their company due to the cave in off the the door ways leading out the hanger itself had become useless. Left with no other option but surender they continued to fire until there was no fight left within them.

As if their desperation for backup called them, two Phantoms and a pelican arrived droping of the elite fot he imperial forces, Shock Troopers.

"Attention SPARTANs and UNSC personel! Your vastly out numbered and out matched! Surrender now and you will be spared by her imperial majesty her self!" a voice said.

"There... behind the pillars sir." a Shock Trooper said pointing with his MA5C.

Twilightstorm 17:33, 18 May 2007 (UTC)

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"Iota One. Repoeting." Said Iota One to the gold armoured elite at the camp. "I am Ship Master Masu 'Twassee. Your Admiral had given me orders that are to be relayed to you. You are to travel to the last known location of the moniter of the Archive. if you can free him we may get the sentinals on our side." Relpied 'Twassee. Iota One grabbed a flamethrower and four spare canisters. He then grabbed an MA5C Assault Rifle and went tp his mission objective.

"Order the UNSC Arizona to drop down the reinforcemetns to hanger seven of the archive." Ordered Admiral Chow to his troops. "Sir! Incoming dropships from the Ice Monarch. It seems to be the UNSC personell." Said the radar operator. "Open the hangars and let them in. Then send the 405th to Hangar seven as well. If they can get there then no rebel force can win." Replied the Admiral. "Yessir." The Crew said simultaneously.

Spartan G-23Comm ChannelMission History</tt> 17:47, 18 May 2007 (UTC)

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The frigate, Bloody Heart moved into a defence position infrotn of Hanger 7 with heavy support from longswords and it's own seraphs. If that wasn't enough, General Strike's Lilium hovered near by. The Empress her self headed toward the caved in section of Hanger 7 clearing out the debris at an alarming rate. When it cleard she walked in as if with no effort at all.

"Commander lock and seal the doors to this hanger." she said as her elite troops entered.

She walked to where Lambda squad were last. Her purple eyes shifted and a block pulled up from the ground. She sat on it fixing her robe.

"Your cyborgs as well? My two children were normal once... like you all were. They deiced one... when they were due in this world that they had a unique genetic structure that no one else had. They took me when I was at my door and away from my husband who pursued them with all haste. They cut his eyes out and threw him in prison... my children are back in my arms now and I wont give tehm up. I have those ONI fools you are looking for as well. One any way.. The others are on their way to teh Ragnorok. This hanger here is the only one that is not under my complete control. Give up now mes ami." she said.

With that said she strolled away singing Lillium.

Bloodstar 18:35, 18 May 2007 (UTC)

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Kunzite ran straight to the Spitfire's bridge.

"Stop! These are no rebels! They think and act differently! What are seing is the result of one woman's hatred for the entire UNSC forces! My original fleet was sent to capture her, and the rouge spartans of Omega Company! They decimated my entire fleet at Installation 06 and they know everything now. They have the Flood not to mention alot of Covenant Heretics! If you have any sence let this Lambda squad do what they are trained to do!" He said.

Ocean came up behind her father with Lt. Hepner. Ocean walked to Admiral Chow as Riku came up. She took her helmet off and stared at the admiral with her icy blue eyes.

"Sir I'm getting bored and need something to do. I need a heavily armored dropship and I'll get your boys out of there. No sence of waiting spartans when they are all waiting to get tehm. If you could provide a good distraction this plan of mine might work." she said.

"I'll come with you. I need something more solid than a ship under my feet Ozzy." Riku said as she pulled her katana out and slid it back into it's sheath.

Michel and Lucy foudn a strange room with a monitor in it.

"Lucy go back down the tunnel and get the sarge for me. I want some boys here to secure the area." he said pushing her lightly.

Lucy pouted and ran back. Michel looked at the monitor. "How do I get you out?" he asked it.

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Iota One walked forward. His objective location was just beyond the regiment of rebel soldiers. he noticed that they had many grunts in their ranks. Excellent. That would just make the entire regiment easier to kill. He pulled out the flamethrower and walked towards them. One of the grunts looked up but befroe he could react Iota One fired his flamethrower. The grunts methane packs ignited and flames arced throug their ranks. Imperial Shock Trooper, grunts, elites, and hunter were all engulfed in the firestorm. he looked through there was one elite left who was quickly killed by Iota One's blade. "Come on let's keep moving." He told the lance of Special Operations elites that were right behind him as they moved on. He found an Imperial SHock Trooper still alive. "What were you guarding here?" Demmanded Iota One. "Like I'll tell you!" Yelled the Imperial Shock Trooper before Iota One slcied his head off. Whatever the regimetn had been guarding here it was important.

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In core of The Archive.

39020247 Irremediable Affliction strained to keep the two beings in his sight; one was a reclaimer, he was sure of that, but the other... it had a strange Flood feeling about it.

When the Reclaimer asked how it could get him out, he twitched slightly towards a nearby console, and a code flashed across a screen on the ceiling. Hopefully, they had been looking.

Aboard supercarrier; Archaic Memory.

117649 Annihilative Repentance floated through the halls of the vast supercarrier, Sentinels right behind him, and the soldiers continuing to ignore their instinct to shoot. "How I wonder where this 'Empress' is..." he sighed, zipping in a loop; bored.

He accessed a nearby console, and a crackling sphere of electricity appeared between the two, gathering data from the console and giving it to the Monitor. "What a colorful history..." he exclaimed, and glided off in search of Lysira Sarris.

Time is a strange thing indeed; if you go back, then even the slightest thing may alter your future drastically. As of December 10th, 2552, time was null and void; it was a missing variable in the equation that is reality. Because of this missing value, all had been thrown into disarray, and what had stood the test of time for countless millenia, was now crumbling apart, and the only thing that could stop it was currently searching for the Empress of the Dragon Empire...

-Monitor of Installation-07 3:30 PM, May 18th, 2007

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As Lucy came back with a platoon they watched as Michel instantly tapped a flurry of commands on a strange console. Strange symbols popped up and he just tapped and tapped until he heard the monitor fall onto the floor.

The soldiers were amazed by this. Lucy instantly picked up the Monitor and held it. Michel still messed around witht eh forerunner computer until he learned everything... He stopped and turned to the monitor.

"We need your help." he said walking towards it."My mother is a Forerunner and she's looking for answers of her past here".

The Troopers began setting up another command post in the room with two lekgolo pairs and Shock Troopers. One Elite Guard patroled the area protecting Lucy and Michel incase something was here.

Seth's pod landed in an uncontrolled hanger. He felt a tugging sensation as Floodlings came to his side. Ragnos was here... in pain due the stress from the Imperials. He needed to find Lucy and kill off the gravemind. Only she can control him and everything else that is Flood.

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"No need to search anymore...." Lysira said in a whisper.

She came up behind the purple monitor and tapped a command that locked him out of the ship's network.

"I'm glad I have your attention... But we both have three problems no? The Hivemind... the meddlers... my gravemind. I will lose control of it and Lucy will no be prepared to handle such a large scale of minions." she said. "My forefathers gave me a gift and gave me this body... I was naive at first happy due to my pregnancy... now... now I am more confused than before. I need your help as well as the other Monitor. The Flood must be erradicated swiftly. If we move into the Archive I can show you alot..." she offered.

Everything is set. Betraying her pet Gravemind and manipulating her vast Empire... and all for the sake of vengence and truth.

"Annihilative Repentance is it? I have a feeling we'll be best friends..." she said with a small chuckle. She turned her hand and reopened access for the monitor.

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On supercarrier; Archaic Memory.

The Monitor felt a block between him and the console, and he sensed a woman behind him. She asked questions, asking for aid, insisting she was a Forerunner; it was possible, although he was not sure if he could trust the Forerunners after he accessed the data on The Archive.

"It is possible that I could aid you, and I have seen that your friends have released Irremediable Affliction from stasis. The Hivemind, and Ragnos? I have a way of taking care of them..." he announced, turning around and focusing his purple-glowing mechanical eye.

"As for being friends, that could be arranged..." he said, and the console became available once more. Although, he had a feeling that he didn't need much more information... what he had planned for many centuries was about to unfold, and this Lysira Sarris would soon be key to its success.

Aboard/part of Rise of Darkness, Latium, and Exempt Incompetence.

The Hivemind spread its tentacles and crashed the trio of Bio-ships onto The Archive; he would manifest himself. "The drakes are nothing to my might, the Flood are mine to control..." he said as he crashed, flames dissipating into the artificial air.

His vile tendrils spread throughout the knooks and crannys of the platform, taking root and transforming the crumbling structure into a living Flood Form...

''Core of The Archive. Freed from stasis.''

39020247 Irremediable Affliction felt the field of stasis dissipate, and he dropped to the floor with a heavy metal Clonk!. His gravitational systems were rebooting, and a girl picked him up.

He waited for his systems to start up, as soldiers blockaded the area and made a base. He saw a Reclaimer extract much knowledge from The Archive's database, though still not the entirety; it was far too much for anything but a Monitor to fully understand, even the Forerunners could not. This Reclaimer's mind, and everyone else's who had seen data from The Archive, would have to be purged in the near future...

-Monitor of Installation-07 6:19 PM, May 18th, 2007

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Secured UNSC Beach-head, 1 HR after Iota One's contacts

"What in...!" SPARTAN-091 exclaimed. He stood on a newly-cleared UNSC beach-head, the water lapping at his titanium-alloy combat boots. On the beach lay Human casualties. And they were not in UNSC uniform. He knelt next to a fallen trooper and examined the strange patch on his shoulder. It featured a dragon... dragon, dragon...

Jared went through the list of known rebel groups in his head. Shogun Freedom Front, Imperium Rebellion, no... oh, yes. The Dragon Empire. A motley band of Heretic Covenant, pirates, rebels and all-around space scum. He shook his head. The one major threat to the UNSC. And it had to come here, of all places! The SPARTAN swore under his breath. He hated rebels. Ever since a group had killed his instructor, CPO Tso, he had vowed to kill as many as he could, mission permitting.

"Hey there," Juliet whispered. "Keep your mind on the mission."

"Right," Jared replied, stepping away from the Imperial. He gave the corpse a vicious kick. Rot in hell, murderer! he thought as he made his way to the C.P.

The ODST Major's eyes widened as he saw the SPARTAN approaching. He did a quick check on the super-soldier's rank and greeted him warmly. "Hey, Chief. Good to see you."

Jared nodded. "Anything you need help with, sir?"

"Nope, we've got about all of this beach cleaned up. We could use you at the front, though. We're closing in on a structure called 'The Archive'. Our boys and girls are running into a lot of Covenant and Empire resistance, however. We need to get in there and secure the Archive's contents before the other two factions get to it. We've got a Pelican waiting for you." The officer gestured to the hovering dropship. "Good luck, Chief!" --- The Archive, a half-hour later

Jared was dropped down at the frontlines of the conflict, the grey mist of the sky momentarily blinding him. But only momentarily. A hideous screech echoed from somewhere in front of the SPARTAN.

"Vanguard 1, this is Hightower Lead. We're pulling back now. Comm us when you need extraction, sir. Hightower Lead out."

"Roger that, Hightower Lead," Jared replied, stepping into the dark mists. The Pelicans engines thrummed, then faded away as it flew farther and farther away from the towering structure of the Archive. And then, Jared was alone.

Another shriek echoed, this time much closer. Out of the mist charged four combat forms, their bodies those of former Elites. Behind them lurked something more monstrous, muttering to itself in disgusting sucking yelps. Jared racked a round into his MA5C and opened fire. One by one, the atrocious lifeforms were reduced to wet shreds of flesh. Changing clips, SPARTAN-091 crept cautiously through the fog. His energy shields flaired and died as a whip-like tail struck him across the chest, knocking him flat on his back. The soldier reached for one of his fragmentation grenades and armed it. With a grunt, he chucked the explosive at the hulking Flood form. A fiery explosion engulfed the creature, and it screamed in outraged pain. Then it fell to the ground. 091 got to his feet and shoved his boot through the thing's bloated head. With a satifying crunch, the Super form lay still forever.

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 * > Loading...
 * > Target in Sight
 * > Proceed to elimanate all hostiles
 * > Rescue of Monitor Primary Objective
 * > Failure will not be tolerated

He watched. There were multiple hostiles. A platoon of Rebel scum, two hunter pairs, and an elite on patrol. He would have to deal with the elite first. He creeped behind it and shot it in the back of the head with a silenced BR-55 Battle Rifle. He dragged the elite's body to a place where it would not be found, then proceeded to deal with the hunters. There was going to be a bloodbath. This would be fun.

Shadows moved throug the archive. Imperial and flood forces were bieng slaughtered by an an enemy that they could not see. "Delta. Relay them the information on our progress so far. Encrypt in Eternity Code Theta so that nobody will know what is going on. Not even the UNSC, Covenant, and Imperial forces in orbit." He said. "In the meantime make sure that anyone following us are killed." He continued. "Already done." replied the A.I. He laughed. Everything that he did not want here would soon be eliminated.

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“Surrender, who do they think we are?” questioned Dave.

“Yeah, something’s not right here,” agreed Hattie, “all of our previous opponents only prefer dead SPARTANs to surrender.”

“Well, there’s one thing that’s for certain: we are heavily outgunned and outmanned. We’ll be forced into the open with no ammo left if we continue to fight,” said Lambda Leader, counting off the negatives off with each finger, “yeah, we’re pretty much screwed. Guys, and gals, you know the routine.”

Lambda Leader stood up, and dropped his sniper rifle, nudging it aside before unholstering his pistol and giving it similar treatment. He also took out his fragmentation grenades and placed them on the ground, pin-sides down. The other Lambdas performed similar actions, and they all raised their hands, a gesture that they are surrendering. --Dubtiger 01:57, 19 May 2007 (UTC)--

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An Imperial Shock Trooper walked towards the spartans accepting their surrender when out of nowhere his head exploded. Lambada Squad looked behind them to see a marine holding a smoking sniper rifle exit from a pelican. Twenty more pelicans dropped behind him. "Now way are we giving up Spartans!" yelled the marine in charge as five thousand marines dropped down to Lambada Squad's position. Charging Imperial Shock Troopers died as the combined fire of the marines drove them out of the hangar.

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When the reinforcements came in, the SPARTANs kicked the fragmentation grenades at the shock troopers, blowing holes in their lines, and also clearing some of the debris at some of the doorways.

"You guys are a little late," commented Lambda Leader, picking up his sniper rifle.

Hattie and Yoshi conversed with each other as the hangar bay was stormed with UNSC marines. Dave led the "clean out crew."

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Onboard UNSC Juggernaught.

Coed shot his shotgun, and the chest of a nearby Combat Form was completely blown apart; the muck from the Infection Form within splattered on the metal wall, mixed with sickly green blood. "How the hell did this ship get so many Flood?" Fregol asked 'Evrolomee, "I am not sure, I have so far seen no signs of infestation besides the beasts themselves" he replied.

A fractured, mutilated A.I. voice sounded through the speakers, unable to be distinguished. "What the hell?" Coed said, looking around at a rusty holopad; there was a flickering red/green hologram that was undistinguishable, although you could barely make out a humanoid form.

"I a-a-am Ag-il-d-d-dor..." the mutilated voice said once more, this time a little clearer, "At-t-t yo-u-ur s-erv-vice Captain C-coed..." he said. But at that moment, a giant tentacle crashed into the pad, crushing it and spraying metal shrapnel all over the area; a Juggernaught. It was a bit ironic, that there would be mostly Juggernaughts on the UNSC Juggernaught, but Coed ignored it, drew two high-powered pistols, and fired.

Aboard Supercarrier; Archaic Memory.

117649 Annihilative Repentance conducted his movements and actions carefully, taking full concentration not to slip up about his plan in the slightest way.

He hovered more close, and as Lysira Sarris blinked, he absorbed something from her in a flash of painless, unnoticable electrical discharge. Unwittingly, she had just helped him move closer towards his ultimate goal.

-Monitor of Installation-07 10:30 PM, May 18th, 2007

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He motioned the MAKO attack drones to move in for the kill. They opened fire with silenced machine guns killing a squad of Imperial Shock Troopers and two hunters. There was a console nearby. If he coul insert Delta into it he would gain control of all sentinals and the entire database could be downloaded into Delta. Delta was a tenth generation "Smart" A.I. and could live forever. As a result he had unlimited acess. He put Delta into the console. "You know what to do." He said as the A.I raced through the system. Now to deal with the remaining hostiles.

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The Hunter's Hand hung motionless in space, its crippled engines leaking waste gases at an alarming rate. Belisarius picked himself up off the floor with a snarl of rage and opened an intraship channel to engineering. "Epimetheus! Situation!"

The holoscreen was not properly functioning, but the voice that Belisarius heard was clearly not Epimetheus. "The Machinist is not--available, excellency. As to situation, it is unrelentingly grim. At present, we are operating in low-power mode to conserve energy. Our dorsal and starboard shields are destroyed; we have no hope of re-establishing power to them at this time. Portside shields are damaged, but not irreparably; ventral shields are chiefly unscathed, but are losing power slowly."

"Turn us over, Cassius," Belisarius said. "Present our strongest side. Show of force."

He received no response but his helm officer's raspy coughing. A shard of metal had penetrated his chest, and two Unggoy medics were attempting to pull it out of him, with little success. "Damn," snapped Belisarius. "Continue, Submachinist."

The unidentified engineering officer continued. "Plasma torpedo tubes are dormant; we have not exhausted our plasma supplies, but the magnetic coils are overheated. Pulse laser crystals have undergone stress fractures. Engines are operating at minimal efficiency; lateral thrusters are still fairly active, but we are diverting no power to them at this time. Gravitational thrusters for slipspace are offline; we have no chance of repairing them. However, the main reactor is still active, so we may be able to repair some systems at least."

"Focus on getting our engines back online," the Ship Master groaned, rubbing his stiff, bruised arms. "After that, we can worry about shields and weapons."

He glanced around the bridge. Cassius was fading fast, gasping and coughing blood. Severius was obviously dead; his head had been blown off when his console exploded. Eleusus was groaning in pain; his left leg had sustained a nastly twist, and looked broken. Captain Gabalus' voice rang out over the comm. "All units, report casualties! Form up! Form up! Hold lines! Prepare to repel enemy boarders!" His voice was finely professional and confident, a calming influence on the dying and wounded.

Belisarius punched up a display, replaying the battle. The Parasite had not been cautious with their openers. The third volley they fired had been all four torpedo tubes at once, pounding the same location on the right top side of Hunter's Hand. Then, before the cruiser's shields could recover, they had been pounded with coordinated fire from at least two dozen laser turrets. Hunter's Hand was a real mess when Blade of Dawn finished up. Even more embarrassingly, the cruiser only got off two or three plasma torpedoes before the magnetic coils failed. It had crushed Blade of Dawn ' s port shields, but no further damage. Then, with one final shot before being disabled, they had scratched the destroyer with three or four pulse lasers. Nothing. Barely damage at all. A destroyer's heavy plating could easily diffuse a pulse laser. If only Hand had been retrofitted with an energy projector!

Now, the destroyer was hanging across from them, silently mocking its fallen foe.

"Come on, abominations," Belisarius snarled. "You've got us dead in space. Finish us. What are you waiting for?"

On Blade of Dawn ' s bridge, Vensar 'Fenijee was furious. One lucky pulse laser from the cruiser had punched through a weak spot in the hull and dealt the main reactor a deadly blow. Even now, the Flood were working to restore power to the reactor, but in the meantime, the emergency life-support and gravity were draining power reserves. And as for shields, weapons, and movement, there was no hope. They were at the Loyalists' mercy.

"Come on, apes," the Major hissed. "We have no power. Finish us. What are you waiting for?"

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In core of The Archive.


 * [PRIMARY FUNCTIONS OPERATIONAL]
 * [RESTARTING SYSTEMS]

39020247 Irremediable Affliction rose from the girl "Lucy"'s arms, his usual teal colored light shining bright once more, and all primary systems operating at 100%. He floated over to the primary control console and began purging the entire system; whatever undesirable was within, it would be purged, and dissected...

Onboard Supercarrier; Archaic Memory.

A wealth of knowledge, some would say it, although 117649 Annihilative Repentance would call it more, a large fortune. He had no idea at first sight that this Lysira Sarris had contained so much information; in his data banks, almost an eighth of a percent was filled.

He continued to draw out information, until that particular console was considered "empty". Back on The Archive, he long-range tapped the systems; an artificial construct was gaining information, but Irremediable Affliction had so far nearly purged it. This was good.

On/partially part of The Archive.

Tendrils fused with the metal platform, and the Hivemind grew considerably in size, strength, and intelligence. This strange fusion of Flood and machine created a magnificent creature of horrible strength and knowledge, able to destroy what it liked in a matter of minutes...

-Monitor of Installation-07 1:44 PM, May 19th, 2007

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Delta had finally finished downloading all of the information in the archive when he saw a deletion program moving towards him. He smiled. Like that could stop him. He had all of the ONI and Covenant anti-virus software installed along with all of the forunner software too. Instead he simply avoided the programs and travelled into the monitor that had set them. Now he was in control.

Iota Five was ready. he had killed verything here except those who controlled the monitor. Colonel Ackerson woudl reward him for this. He signaled the MAKO class attack drones to close in on the two Imperial soldiers. He snuck up behind them, took out two silenced K7 SMGs, and said to them "Move, talk, or scream and die."

Iota One was traveling through to the Archive when he saw Iota Five cornering the two Imperial SOldiers with the monitor. He had no time to wonder why another Iota was here. Instead he joined him with the lance of Special Operation elites. All enemies were trapped like rats.

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It was time... 12 cloacked figures effectivly slaughtered the marines that had came in hanger 7. They were veiled in heavy armor and carried plasma swords and moved like water easily avoid teh shots. Only one fell due to overwhelming fire and another by friendly fire. Then the Frigates that were told to.

"How said." the lead said in an echoish voice." We were intended to gaurd our empress but instead were sent to declare you property of the Dragon IMperial forces!" He held his doublebladed plasma sword to his back."Throw down your weapons..."

The Imperial Royal Guard moved swiftyly immediatly securing Mahiru's and Michel's positions.

"My lord we must move you. Elite foes are heading this way and You and Lucy as well as our new friend are to be moved to the Archaic Memory.

"I'm not running... Go and get rid of those ONI bastards. Darge escort miss Lucy and the monitor out of here. No survivors will coem but just incase we fail..."

"Don't worry sir I got your girl covered!" he replied.

They left Michel and the Elite guard behind with two Lekgolos to protect Michel.

"This was suppose to be a simple claim... How the hell did ONI find out about this." Michel asked him self.

Seth knocked Iota 5 into his own attack drones.

"Reinforce Michel's position!" he ordered the two troopers. "As for you...,"he took his helmet off revealing his pale face. It had a mosaic of green veins. "I will kill you... all of you for teh pain I have endured!!"

He lunged at Iota 5 with brutal speed... almost as if he were Flood. He easily dispatched teh MAKO attack drones and then fioxed his green eyes on Iota 5. Then as if by thought Flood appeared and on Seth's Signal they began to attack him as he watched from afar.

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Delta laughed. The Imperial flagship had contacted the monitor and now Delta was inside their database. he immedialty copied all of their information then started a systematic purging of the database.

The veiled guards were on their way through the hangar when five of them dropped down dead from headshots. wondering what was going on one turned to see a marine shoot him in the head with a BR-55 Battle Rifle. MAKO attack drones fired rockets and silenced machine guns at them. Effectivly killing them without difficulty.

Kwas 'Pudmee fired his fuel rod into both of the hunters killing them. He took out an energy sword and charged at the eilte. It took out a plasma rifle and fired in return but could not get a hit. 'Pudmee ended the fight and cut off its head.

Iota One grabbed his BR-55 Battle Rifle and punched Seth in the face sending him flying ten metres. "What?! No human is that powerful!" He screamed. Before he could react Iota Five blasted the area with his MAKO attack drones. They were everywhere and nothing could stop their seemingly endless numbers. Within minutes all of the attacking flood were dead. Both Iotas turned and faced Seth. The leveled their silenced BR-55 Battle Rifles, and fired.

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Akira stoped her routine check. She stopped everything and locked down the data base and set a virus loose on Delta.

"Sorry buddy. You got ... 15 smart AIs to go through to get to our plans!"The AI said.

With that said Imperial troopers began to move and bloock off all routes except one to theMemory as Lucy and ehr escort came into the supercarrier.

Michel set uo c-10 explosives up.

"Hey you should get out of here.If we are to hold this structure intact we must eliminate the UNSC. If you can spare us some of thiose robats of yours It'd be appreciated." He said as a garrison of Troopers arrived to protect the heir.

"My lord get out of here!" a Elite Guard said.

Seth laughed as he jumped ontop of Iota 5 beating him into teh ground with his brute force creating a crator. under the poor noncome.

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Seth looked up from Iota Five's body only to see a hunter send him flying. He prepared to flee. "No way I am letting you get away!" Yelled Iota Five. "How are you still alive!" Seth screamed. Iota Five jumped up and kicked Seth to the ground. Iota Five fired his Spartan Laser at him. Seth went flying and smashed an entire slate of rock fell ontop of him.

"Hah! Do you stupid rebels really thinkt hat you can stop me!! I am more powerful than any AI of human or covenant origin!" Said Delta as he deleted five programs that had been sent out to destoy him. He went up to one of the of the saved files and deleted it. That was twenty-five percent of the Dragon Empire's database. All of the Dragon Empire's deletion programs. He would not be stopped.

Iota One and Iota Five killed the Imperial Shock Troopers that where guarding the entrance to the caveed in hole. This would not be hard to destroy. The hunter pair that was with them quickly blew right through it. The rebels would not get away.

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Onboard Supercarrier; Archaic Memory.

117649 Annihilative Repentance hummed a tune; it had a sinister outline to it, although it was not the melody itself, rather, the one who was singing it...

The Monitor detected the so called "tenth-generation" A.I. and was impressed at its ability to deflect even the most volatile of deletion programs. This strange occurence was most likely due to the various time rifts that had opened up only a few days before, if they at all existed, for Reclaimers' Artificial Constructs had so far only gotten up to the fifth generation.

He was not foolish enough to go in unprepared; even if this construct would enter him, he would not recieve any signals and trap him, and of course nothing could control a Monitor.


 * [ACCESSING SHIP DATABANKS]
 * [ACCESS COMPLETE]
 * [INITIATING PRELOADED ROUTINE #9435603]
 * [COMMENCING HACK]

Even though the purple-glowing Monitor did not have a face, you could tell he was smiling. This AI would soon be manipulated for his own ends.

Escaping Archive core.

The Monitor of The Archive felt the construct slip into his own systems, although obviously not able to control him at all. He then recieved a message from the Archaic Memory and the AI slipped into their systems; it was indeed crafty.

The room was assaulted, and 39020247 Irremediable Affliction was pulled away along with the girl and the Reclaimer, not knowing what was ahead, or the sinister plot that was about to unfold.

Onboard crashed UNSC Juggernaught.

The sensory stalks on the top of the Juggernaught exploded, and the high-powered rounds ricocheted off the inner cell walls of the beast, tearing its internal organs and the Infection Form within; it was officially dead.

'Evrolomee looked around, hearing scuttling noises and drawing two Human "Sub-machine guns". Suddenly, a tidal wave of Infection Forms started pouring out of an open door, and the entire group opened fire, spraying green and gray goop everywhere. This was going to be bloody.

The entire platform was soon to become a Flood form, unknown to those currently within or on its surface. And the Monitor; 117649 Annihilative Repentance would be key to survival.

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Delta had now purged the entire Dragon Empire database of information when he saw that he was bieng watched by a monitor. Delta's image of a Spartn-II in Mark IV Mjolnir armour. "Hello." It said. "I am the MIL 940211 Tenth generation AI Delta." It continued. "I need your help and in return I shall aid you in the destruction of the flood. So do we have a deal?"

Masu 'Twassee made his way to hangar seven with the entire unti stationed at the base camp. They could not fight on their own. If the humans and the Separatist camps were the same they could defend much more easily.

When 'Twassee finally got to Hangar Seven he found an entire regiment of troops waiting outside. "Wraiths bombard those Imperial forces!" Yelled 'Twassee to his troops. Arcs of plasma flew towards the Imperial Shock Troopers. The Imperial forces screamed as the mortars vapourized them and split their ranks. The commander looked to see a massive Separatist force. "Fall back to the LZ! We canot keep this up!" He yelled to his troops as they ran from the much larger force that was chasing them.

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Jared-091 was the only one who saw the hand emerge from the rocky rubble. It clenched some sort of detonator. Before Jared could react, Seth had pulled the trigger. It was too late to save the Hunters, who were blown to bits, but with his quick reflexes, 091 had swiftly knocked both Iota ODSTs to the floor, covering them both with his armored body. The left-over rubble rained off of his shields, and the super-soldier grunted as a chunk of masonry struck his lower back. That was going to leave a mark.  SPARTAN-091   HelmetComm undefined Juliet  22:21, 19 May 2007 (UTC)

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Seth got mad. Tenticles bursted through his SPI armor. Then more Flood came in... and more... and more... The easily overwhelmed and dispatched the MAKO drones and swarmed on the IOTAs giving him time to set up one of Rey's bombs. a lotus grenade. it got it's name from the flowery shape. He stopped as the Hivemind gained some power over him as well as his minions... He vanished tossing the grenade that blossomed and blew.

Michel went to reinforce hanger seven. He leaped and landed on a sangheili and crushed his scholl.

"Hold the line ladies!!" He said as his escort garrison came in."Back un into the tunnenl! Cave it in my mark!" he ordered.

The Lillium drooped off a scarab. "Compliments of General Strike my lord! Fire at those Wraiths! Get the assault troopers down there! Unggoy take those ful rod cannons and provide heavy support!" the Scarab commander said. The Sangheili commander him self watched the monitors.

"Delay that order! Leo Legion concentrate on tose SPARTANs! Serpentarius take care of the cannon fodder!" he ordered moving up with his sniper rifle and sword in hand.

He liked this... the power of command. He ignored it as Nikki let loose a new toy. A robotic creature she dubbed Spider-II the Mk ones were just mines. He turned around to see troops in exo-skeletons. The enemy would surely die now.

Ocean deiced to takea bunch of marines and Riku to hanger seven to pick up Lambda squad. The Pelican wizzed in firing rockets at the Scarab and the Phantom which flew into a bunch of Troopers. Riku jumped off clashing swords with Michel the two were surprised...

"Hey! Get in!" Ocean yelled from the cockpit manuvering her bird close enough to Lambda squad.

She felt uncomfortable since teh chair wasn't made from her mark 7.

He shook violently... It hurt to see her and she knew it. It hurt her too.

"Your dead! I shot you my self!" he yelled.

"You did but it wasn't a mortal wound." she replied

The two froze as the battle raged. They couldn't hurt eachother... He ran... and she chased.

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'Twassee cut his way through a platoon of Imperial Shock Troopers. He saw a Scarab coming towards them. Not good. Then out of nowhere the rebel scarab exploded. 'Twassee looked up to see the Iotas and Spartan-091 jump out of it. Guns blazing the dropped down cruching the soldiers beneath them. Two destroyers flew overhead. Their auto-turrets cutting down rebel infantry. The Imperial troops were once again bieng driven out of hangar seven but this time they would not have enough strength to attack again. Archer missiles streaked down tearing their forces apart. They were trapped in a pincer between a regiment of elites and a regiment of marines and spartans. Iota Five snuck up behind Seth and put a Katana to his throat. "Now then." He said. "I am not finished with you."

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Ocean glared at the Spartan that showed up. show off she said in her mind She parked the Pelican and ordered her marines to follow her as she went after Riku. She didn't care about anything anymore other than being the only Sigma left. Her mission still stood... Capture Lysira, eliminate Flood presence... and captture the remaining seven spartans.

"Come on boys, we're going to hell and back!" she and her large squad ran into the hall the Imperials didn't blow up.

Michel and Riku clashed blades heading into the core room with the monitor.

He didn't want to attack so he just parried all her attacks but it was getting tiresome and he could not hold on for long.

Seth laughed and poped his chest plat open revealing that he is infact completly flood. He closed it and his head tilted. He knelt down.

"It hurts..." He grabed Iota's shoulder. Not hard but as if in respect. "Please... protect her from them... ONI must not get her back... Theyc can't do this to her... not again..." He pulled the katana out of his neck and died. There was a bar code on his neck.

"SPARTAN-O066 is KIA. activating armor fail safe protocol. Incinerating..." a voice said from his helm in the hanger.

Lucy watched from the shadows whimpering and shaking her head. Her escort hurried her along.

"Your majesty! Seth is dead. We're enroute to our spot of the city." the Imperial Cpatian said.

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Lambda Squad all dropped their weapons in response to the guard's command.

"To hell with that," said Dave, thrusting a closed fist into his other, open palm.

"Agreed," said Lambda Leader, "screw your command."

As one, the SPARTANs charged.

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Confused now and in disarry the soldiers retreated and blew the doorways cutting offhanger 7 from the rest of the archive.

Ocean made her way to the docks but it had long since been heavily monitored by a new enemy... She turned and wasted the marines liek they were nothing. The one thing the UNSC would enver expect. One of it's own secret projects betraying them. Riku was in on it to.

Kunzite used his sheathed sword as a cane as the rest of his crew entered the Pelicans they had brought. He left behind a Covenant Bomb. The kind they ussed on teh Athens and Malta from earth. Poor bastards would find it set for 1:00 once he left. Then again it was just a dummy. He replaced the real one with the spare one dummy one on the Ragnorok. The Cher Ami waited to recieve them.

Michel didn't think Riku was just playing... she was pissed and she wanted to make the pain equal. So they continued fighting until the other let down their guard.

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D + 02:51:47 \ Location Unknown

Hank bent over and retrieved as much shotgun ammo as he could find from the fresh corpses of the newest Flood forms he had fought. He had gotten lost, even with the map, in the endless hallways and corridors of the structure. He was now just wandering about, trying to find anything that might help him escape the Flood-infested installation before they killed him. A sentinel buzzed around the corner, humming as if it was just begging for a shotgun slug. Hank complied, blowing the thing apart and showering the ground with bits of metal. Hank replaced the fired round with another from his limited supply, then slung the weapon and pulled out his empty M7 SMG and searched about for clips. Hank turned right into a room, where a terminal was present. Hoping to resolve his location, Hank accessed the computer.


 * Accessing Computer
 * Processing…
 * Access Granted
 * Warning!
 * Warning!
 * Temporal Rift Detected!
 * Locating Rift
 * Processing…
 * Rift Located
 * Warning!
 * Warning!
 * Temporal Rift Detected!
 * Locating Rift
 * Processing…
 * Rift Located
 * Warning!
 * Warning!
 * Temporal Rift Detected!
 * Locating Rift
 * Processing…
 * Rift Located

The screen began to fill up with the same warning message, as well as locations of different rifts. Hank, judging from the location of the portals, made a guess as to where the trouble was coming from, opened up his map, and dropped a NAV marker on the room. He turned, drew his sword, and began jogging towards the problem, following his NAV marker. As he ran, a combat form jumped out at him. Without even stopping, Hank cut it across the waste, severing it, its two pieces dividing enough to avoid hitting Hank. Infection forms began to pour into the corridor, but Hank merely trod over them, not afraid of their attempts to assimilate them; he had learned long before that they had no affect over him, though he didn’t know why. The distance between Hank and the NAV marker grew smaller as time passed.


 * -- Master Gunnery Sergeant  Hank J Wimbleton IV COMHalo: Galaxy 07:54, 20 May 2007 (UTC)

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"She's gone rogue seal off the exit!" Screamed the marines. Several packs of C-12 exploded trappig Ocean but leaving the marines and the spartans with nowhere to go, but there was somewhere to go because they had the blueprints of the entire Archive. They could very easily track down the escaping enemy and kill them.

"Son of a b!" Screamed Admiral Chow as Admiral Kunzite and his forces left. They had also left an anti-matter bomb. "Will activate bomb routine 125-01. You know what to do." Admiral Chow said. "Yessir. There appers to be multiple ant-matter bombs. Disarming now." Said the AI as he disarmed the bombs. "Do not let thos pelicans get away! Sparrohawk and Longsword squadrons bring them down!" Ordered the admiral.

Copies of Delta raced through the Dragon Empire systems. They caused havoc among ship, forcing them to fire on one another, killing off the other AIs, cuting off oxygen to certain parts of the ship, and bombing their own forces on the Archive. If this kept up the Dragon Empire fleet would be decimated unless the copies were erased. Either that or they would get killed by their own ships.

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Lambda Squad waited to see if any more Imperials or Loyalists would fire upon them. None did. They gathered their weapons and combed the hangar bay for ammunition dropped by the fallen marines.

"This is Lambda Leader, Archive hangar bay designated Hangar 7 is a hot spot. I repeat, Archive Hangar 7 is a hot spot! Refrain from sending in reinforcements unless specified!" Lambda Leader spoke into his radio in a calm tone. --Dubtiger 14:37, 20 May 2007 (UTC)--

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Iyin 'Jnunqee was no longer on Blade of Dawn. He had abandoned ship many times before as a Sangheili, but never before as one of the Flood. The Infection Form inside him, the cruel thing that whispered in his head, was mildly amused by his efforts to pilot the Teraph-class Stealth Interceptor. It was difficult to control the horribly mangled remains of his body without the Flood thing's aid, but that was a necessary risk. The Flood, even those actively revolting from the monstrosity that was taking shape aboard Rise of Darkness--actually, well beyond the frigate by now--were malicious. He had a new understanding of them. They were not abominations; they were just like everything else, once.

But something had happened, and a consuming hunger had twisted them beyond possibility of recall. No Flood would ever pass up the opportunity to feed, which made it a constant strain for Iyin to keep control of himself. He wanted to kill 'Fenijee, regardless of the cost, and it was taking considerable self-control to avoid attacking the Sangheili.

So, he had flown out into vacuum in an invisible ship barely big enough to stand up in. Within him, the parasite's thousand voices whispered. This was not reasonable. To starve oneself was a crime of self-harm, something beyond sense. Had he not better go back? Confront 'Fenijee? The ship would be his...

"Shut up!" he howled, forcing an unearthly tumble of words out of his decayed mouth. "Shut up!"

Blocking out the voice with all his might, he set the Teraph at top speed for the landing bays of Hunter's Hand.

He had a bad situation to negotiate. Generally, he preferred not to be rotting while he attempted diplomacy.

''Oh, well. You can't win them all.''

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The escaping Imperial Shock troopers had thought that they lost the UNSC forces. Thought... As they turned around to the next hallway the Imperial Shock Troopers at the front of the formation dropped down dead. The other looked to see over five hundred elites and Iota One waiting there for them. They decided to take another route only to find one thousand marines and Iota Five. Iota Five fired his Spartan Laser into them. No enemy would be left alive.

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