User talk:D1134

Welcome, this is 223 Inquisitive Mind, AI of Minor Councilor Rama 'Setum. I am afraid that the Councilor is unavailable at the moment, but leave a message with me, and I will get it to him as soon as possible. Thank you.

Elite...
I demand to know who gave you the rank of High Councilor! I could understand if you were a minor Councilor... but I, beeing a true High Councilor, did not receive any information about a 5th High Councilor being elected, much less a 6th! Also... who trained you to become a Master Swordsman. I wish to know this, Sangheili...--Baracuss Antairious, 4th High Councilor for the Covenant Separatists

Hello
Hello Elite, I was looking on your page and saw you were in the battle of HC2, where you in the battle? Baw Wee 01:30, 29 August 2008 (UTC)Baw Wee

Much Better
I apologize for my... outbursts earlier. You can leave Swordsman up there. If you would like, you can put down that you're being trained to become a Master Swordsman. But indoing this you must type in the name of your "master" (Please use one of the masters located on the article), and the date you began your training. Other than that, great Article!--Baracuss 21:03, 19 September 2008 (UTC)

Oh my, my
Do forgive your fellow meddler, you are both such interesting beings, and your mutual loathing and then imminent eradication would not serve a purpose. Therefore the concept itself must be removed.

If you are indeed a High Councilor and Master Swordsman as you claim, it shall be documented, and not be scrutinized by your fellow meddler. Good day to you Macto Cognatus --

Hmm
And, little meddler, if you would have actually taken the time to read my message, instead of immediately flinging idiotic ramblings at people, you may actually find that I in no possible manner criticized you at all. In this way I find you revoltingly irritable and impulsive, I bid you again, good day, and good bye --

You have my permission
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Yes, well
That's all that sorted then, eh? Enjoy your stay here Macto Cognatus, I do hope you don't prove as impudent and malevolent as the Reclaimers --

High Councilors
Well there is no opening at the time, but In order to become a High Councilor you can:


 * 1) Become a Sangheili Prophet and work your way up.
 * 2) Become a minor Councilor (which you are) and prove yourself to the High Councilors.
 * 3) Preform a task so heroic that the only fitting reward is to be elected a High Councilor. (This way is how I was elected)

But as I said before, there are no openings for High Councilor at the time. So, if you will, be paitent and enjoy the rank of Minor Councilor of the Sanghelios Council.--

Hello
Greetings to you too Elite!

If I May Ask
Do you mean by the Crimson Blade, the blade that was passed down to me by my father

Some Mistake
I never said I was accusing you of plagiarism, I just thought that what you said on my user page "May your sword remain deadly to our enemies" you where referring to my Crimson Blade. I hope I haven't caused confusion.

Priest
Do you wish to be a Minor Councilor or a Military Priest? You cannot be both. The Minor Councilor Rank has minor control over everything the Separatists preform. The Military Prophets have full control, but only in a certain feild--

Remember now. Both of those ranks are still a part of the High Council, and either of them can be "promoted" to a High Councilor. Here's something else: Minor Councilors put up with just as much problems as the High Councilors, while Military Priest/Prophets only have to put up with problems within their feild of command.--

Machina Pic
I'm going to do a mass upload of some soonish, so they may become availible. Until there, try searching www.Deviantart.com

RPing
(The Fleet of Approaching Salvation exits slip-space nearby your fleet's possition)--

Elite (on comm-system): Councilor, we need your assistance on Zalcronia. High Councilor Antairious is not aboard at this moment, I am his second in command, Kartal 'Surimnee.--

Kartal: Zalcronia, like Kara Xa, was a fallback planet for the Forerunners. We are currently excavating the artifacts there, but we are having trouble with the local Wildlife and need you're assistance. I hope this isn't a problem?--

(The fleets exit slip-space just above Zalcronia's Atmosphere)

Kartal: Welcome to Zalcronia, Councilor.

(The veiw was amazing! The Planet looked exactly like the Human home-world, Earth, and you could see massive Forerunner Artifacts from space! Behind the Planet, Prytor glowed in all it's glory)--

Baracuss: 'Setum? Is that you? Excelent! We could use more help!--

Baracuss: Ha! No luckily they are not carrying those! But protecting the Prospecters will not be nessasary, since it is the Forerunner Exploration Unit. No, what we need help with is gaurding this planet from passing Brute Fleets. This System is coveted by the Loyalists, and it's getting hard to protect the other planets. Contact Honor Gaurd Ultra 'Erbomee and his fleet and head for Dalcronia. Baracuss Antairious, Over and Out.--

Baracuss: Excelent, but I am afraid that there is no stench to-(Beeping sounds in the background and an Elite is heard speaking)

Elite: Sir, a Brute Fleet of about 50 ships just exited slip-space near Nalcronia.

Baracuss: Well Councilor, I beleave I spoke too soon! Have fun!--

Baracuss: It goes well, Councilor. We have discovered a shaft that may lead strait through the planet! Unfortunantly we lost a stragler to a Zalcran...--

Baracuss: I'm sure he is... but it is not of my desision. Maydor?

Maydor Antairious: What is it?

Baracuss: The councilor is asking about the Ascetics--

Maydor: Hmm... meet me on the surface, Councilor. You and your brother... and we shall see about it.

Baracuss: Excelent, you are clear to land in Sector 14A, Councilor.--

(Maydor looks over your brother)

Maydor: So you wish to become an Ascetic... I've seen toothpicks thiner than you are!

Baracuss: What Maydor means is that-

Maydor: I do not need you to tell them what I mean, brother. I have stated my oppinion plainly. What makes you think you are good enough to become one of them? (He points over to a Squad of Ascetics. They were wrestling eachother, with the intent to kill. They were huge!)--

Baracuss: It is very impressive, but...

Maydor: But, not to me! I became an Ultra in less than two weeks after I joined the Covenant Military, and I have killed over 200 Cheiftains in my time as a Separatist! I am sorry, but to become an Ascetic you will have to do more then kill a few cheiftains... you have to impress me. (Maydor walks away. The ground shakes as he slams an Ascetic into the ground as the others cheard)

Baracuss: I appologize for my brothers... rough attitude. But I am sure that you will impress him one of these days. He isn't easy to Impress though... being the Tallest, and strongest, Elite in the Galaxy and all...--

Farewell! 'Setum, I would like to speak to you a moment...

(I lead you towards the edge of the LZ. The ground rumbles again as another Ascetic is smashed onto a Table that had been set up by some Humans, who were laughing at the Ascetics' "playfulness")

'Setum, I have a mission for you...--

This is a highly classified mission, that only you and I should know about... If you except then maybe Maydor will allow your brother to join the Ascetics.--

It isn't a dangerous mission! Oh no! But if you wish, I will allow you to take two of Maydor's Ascetics.--

Good... get your men and join me at those Specters. You might want to get them before Maydor knocks them out! (Maydor had steped up to challenge both of your men together!)--

You'll soon see. (I noticed that one of your men was rubbing his shoulder) Maydor get to you? (He nodded yes. It was a bit amusing. We boarded the Specter and I drove you all through the jungle)--

Very well. For about two or three weeks now, a classified section of the F.E.U has been working to uncover a "Map Room". This map room is not one of the Cartographers, but contains another part of the Star Charts. There was a similar facility on Kara Xa, and Commander 'Vorum had taken them into his possesion. Only the Council, and certain experts, know of the Charts. I need you to take possesion of this set of Star Charts, just as 'Vorum took possesion of the ones on Xa.

(The Specter approaches a large clearing, splatering a Zalcran. You see about a dozen F.E.U Elites and two or three Ascetics gaurding them)

Not Exactly... The only thing that they've found out is that there are not the same Charts as the ones on Xa. The ones on Xa had about tweinty Galaxys listed, these have about 14 and they are not the same ones as Xa's

(We get off the Specter and enter the structure. Imidiantly we are within a huge verticle shaft with only a Gravlift leading into it's depths)

The Chart Room is close to the center of the Planet...

(Chuckling) No, the Specter can't even fit through the doorway! We'll have to walk. (I signaled for two of the F.E.U Elites to follow us)

Draken is fine (Activates the lift, and it starts to desend into the abyss), and he only got into the Ascetics because of Maydor...

(Laughing) I like the Idea! But there is one thing. The Zalcrans help us in a way. It seams they prefer the "larger" species rather than the ones that stand a chance against them.

Indeed It would make a good sp-(I suddenly draw my sword and slash over your head. Two halves of a Zalcran Nocturn came down on the Lift)-Damn!

(I look back up the shaft and point at a large gash in the metal wall. The gash had dozens of Nocturns emerging from it) There's your answer!

Incomeing! (More Nocturns leap down upon the Lift. As you slash more of the Zalcrans you start to hear wispers within the chamber)

''Flesh... So hungery, for soooooo long!''

(It took you a moment to realize that it was comeing from the nocturns!)

Nocturns-(Slashes another Zalcran)-Most intelegent of the Zalcran Hords. They can mimick any language.

(After slashing another Zalcran you look up to see yet another coming down upon you! It was too close for you to slash, when a large creature knocked the Zalcran out of midair! At first you thought it was another Zalcran because of the Agility and Tail, but then you saw the Split-Jaws of an Elite! A Zalcran Hybrid and it looked like it was on your side)

Hybrid: Thanks for the Complement...

(The Hybrid turns to you. As he stood up strait you realized that he was just as, if not taller, than Maydor!)

Hybrid: Name's Zaliet...

Baracuss: Hey! (You turn to him as he cuts a Zalcran's head off) Less talking more fighting!

Zaliet: ''I wasn't released... I escaped after a Loyalist Attack...''

Baracuss: I tried to change the minds of the Council... but they wouldn't hear of it. (He slashed another Zalcran)

Zaliet: ''Well... no hard feelings... it was... informative...''

Zaliet: Hmm...

(Three Zalcrans leap down at him at once, but he catches two of them in each hand and the last with his tail. He strangles them to death)

Zaliet: I don't think so...

Zaliet: ''I was talking about them... but...''

(It seamed that the Zalcrans stoped comeing, and the Lift reached the last floor of the Shaft)

(We waled into a huge dombed room with the Charts engraved all over it's walls. There was a small terminal in the center on a raised platform)

Baracuss: Care to do the honors Councilor?

(The Engravings produced holograms and started to orbit the room)

Zaliet: Interesting...

(Baracuss and Zaliet look at eachother and motions for the gaurds to wait by the lift)

Baracuss: Councilor, there is something else...

(Baracuss and Zaliet look at eachother again. You didn't like the look on their faces)

Baracuss: We've also seen these symbols... in person.

Zaliet: ''They were engraved on a wall within a temple... on Chaos...''

(Baracuss' comm-link turns on)

Baracuss: Yes? What! Damn it all, we'll be there soon! Pestilence is here!

Maydor: You sound exactly like me Councilor...

Baracuss: Maydor!? What are you doing down here?

(Maydor ignored him and walked up to the terminal)

Maydor: Amazing...

(You didn't like the tone of his voice)

Baracuss: Maydor... your acting the same way you had before you-

Maydor: Before I forgave you? Please! (He snaps his fingers and Ascetics grab the three of you. You couldn't break free!) You realy think I forgave you!

Maydor: No. (Turns back to the pannel) With these encriptions I can finnaly change what caused me so much greif... so long ago!

Baracuss: Maydor! You don't know what those runes can do! We saw them on-

Maydor: On Chaos... I know. I saw the reports...

Zaliet: Your pushing this to far Maydor...

Baracuss: It's just a legend but-

Maydor: But so is Chaos, and you of all people should know that Chaos is very VERY real... (Turns back to pannal) Acording to legend, these glyphs will give me the power to change one event in the past, each time I recite them...

Baracuss: Listen to him, Maydor... Listen to all of us!

(Maydor turned to his brother, his face expresionless. He then signals for the Ascetic to let him go, and you thought it was over. But Maydor suddenly pops his neck twice, and punches Baracuss strait in the gut! He fell over in pain instantly, and Maydor turned back to the Pannal. He downloaded the Information onto a data chip and walked back to the lift)

Maydor: You may not be so heartbroken, Brother... but unlike you, I haven't spent three years on Chaos with our family! And I'm not about to commit suicide to see them again either! (He turns his back) But don't thret... You will soon be seeing your dead loved ones again soon enough. (To an Ascetic) Kill them... (He looks back at you) All of them!

Baracuss: (still holding his gut) Hehe... yeah. I know!

(As we aproached the top of the lift, it stoped abruptly and started to desend again!)

Zaliet: I don't think so!

(He grabs you in one arm and Baracuss in the other and leaps up to the ledge. He drops Baracuss and catches him with his tail and grabs the ledge with his hand)

Baracuss: You'll never win against him... (You listened intently) You may defeat his Ascetics... but Maydor can't be beat...

Zaliet: The lift is comeing back up...

Zaliet: ''I smell five Ascetics... one of them is Maydor...''

Baracuss: No...(gasp) He has this Armour system... he can only be killed by brute force... and I never beat him before. He said he forgave me... but that was just a plan to find a way to either get rid of me... or stop what had caused him to hate me.

Zaliet: They're about half-way up now...

Baracuss: No... Brute force is the only way. (He gets up shakeing off the pain. There was a huge dent in his Armour)

Zaliet: Here they come...

Baracuss: When will those blasted reinforcments get here!

Baracuss: Not all the Ascetics are like this... those Ascetics down there and the tree outside are Maydor's Squad, The Apocalypse Squad...

Zaliet: Tweinty feet...

Baracuss: We need to get out of here! These Ascetics were trained specificaly by Maydor... they're much more skilled then the others.

Baracuss: The honor is mine, Councilor 'Setum...

Zaliet: 19 feet...

Baracuss: Let us just hope... that Chaos doesn't greet us with a bloody battle...

Zaliet: ''Something's wrong... I smell blood...''

(Maydor appears from over the ledge, around him were his Ascetics... they were all dead)

Zaliet: ''I thought so... I knew I heard weapon fire down there...''

Baracuss: They tried to betray you... down in the shaft, didn't they... (Maydor just stood there, he seamed proud of his doings... he always did.)

Zaliet: ''Not only is he a Maniac... he is a Heretic!''

Baracuss: He has killed his brother Elites, 'Setum... and he has taken pleasure in doing so!

Maydor: Oh that reminds me... (He pulls out his beam rifle and shoots past our heads. The shot killed the two last Ascetics that were entering the shaft) There... that's much better!

Maydor: Enough! Don't you get it yet Councilor!? I don't want you interfering with my plans. So I'm going to kill you... all of you!

Zaliet: ''If I'm going to Hell... I'm not going alone this time... I'M TAKEING YOU WITH ME!''

(Zaliet lunges at Maydor, roaring just like a Zalcran)

Baracuss: Agreed...

(Zaliet grapled with Maydor, their eyes meeting one another's. At first, Zaliet seamed to have the upper hand. But soon the tables turned and Maydor picked Zaliet up. Baracuss saw an opening... and he took it!)

Baracuss: Maydor!(He drew his sword and stabed at Maydor's chest. But something was wrong... the sword seamed to dissapate as it conected with Maydor's sheilds, which got brighter)

(Maydor drops Zaliet right on you and hits Baracuss in the jaw. I fly a few feet and nearly fall off into the shaft!)

Maydor: Hmm... pathetic

(Maydor's Foot came up and conected with your chest. You wnet sailing into midair and only stoped when you hit the wall. You landed on one of the dead Ascetics)

Baracuss: Please Maydor! Listen to reason!

Maydor: I'M DONE LISTENING!!!! (Maydor suddenly backfists Baracuss off into the Shaft! He fell out of sight!) And you brother... are done speaking...

(Maydor's sheilds glowed even brighter. He grabed a Zealot that slashed at him with it's sword and slamed him down on his knee, breaking it's back)

Maydor: You were saying?

Maydor: Please! I can survive a fall like this! Can you Councilor!? (He punches you in the gut sending you flying away from him)

Maydor: Cleaver! (He spreds his arms and "shoots" back up towards you. He slams into you with tremendous force! You felt as though one or two of your ribs was broken) But not so smart...(Suddely a golden flash came from above you. You and Maydor look back up the shaft and see an Elite in Gold and Blue Armour soaring down to you. There was a Golden aura around him. The Peace Keeper had shown himself!)

(The Peace Keeper tackled the both of you, and the next thing you knew you were on a rocky platue somewhere on a disstant planet. You were standing behind the Peace Keeper, and Maydor was a few meters away... stareing in awe)

Maydor: Well... I never expected this. How very traiterous of you, Draken...

Peace Keeper: I learned it from you Uncle...

Maydor: So now what? Are you going to kill me? I was going to restor our Family and this is my thanks!

Peace Keeper: Uncle, if you do that it may cause the Sangheili to get whiped out altogether!

(You started to become very confused...)

Peace Keeper/Draken: Yup... I come from tweinty years in the future-

Maydor: Because you are trying to prevent a horrible future for us! You see now! I'm not the only one meddling with time! How many times have you saved your own life, Draken? Five? Six? You're no better than I am...

Peace Keeper:(To Maydor) The Councilor is right, Uncle... but (To You) My time is nothing to look forward to... the Loyalists were about the fire the rings when I used the same glyps Maydor is planning to use to escape to the past. (To Maydor) The problem is... once you go back in time, you cannot go forward again. (He hangs his head a little) I don't even know if the actions I'm taking here are helping the Separatists... or makeing it worse!

Maydor:... Boo hoo! Cry to your mother, Draken. Not to me! I take no sympathy from your speaches... (He Charges at the two of you) NOW YOU WILL STOP GIVEING THEM!!!!

(He said nothing and watched closly as Maydor charged at you. You could feel a strange energy gathering power, and just as Maydor's fist was about a foot from Draken's head, he ducked and placed his palm near Maydor's chest. You felt a huge shock wave ripple past you and Maydor was sent hurtleing backwards, and collided with a boulder. The stone broke apart and dust filled the air around Maydor)

Draken:(Falling on his knees, panting) Yeah... but It wastes alot of energy... and he's not down yet! Not by a long shot...

(As if on cue, Maydor shouts from within the dust bowl. A huge rock flew out of the dust like a cannon ball and it was heading strait for both of you!)

(Draken pulls out his sword)

Draken: I have a plan...(He charges at Maydor) Follow my lead!

(Maydor threw another rock at Draken, but Draken vannished in a flash of Gold light. He reapered above Maydor and slashed his back. Somehow Maydor's sheild didn't obsourb it's energy, and his Armour was scorched. You rushed at him then and lundged at him with your sword, but he catches your arm and throws you at Draken! Draken also catches your arm and brings you around)

Draken: Drop kick!

You: huh!? (Draken throws you back at Maydor and both your feet conects with his face!)

Draken: Mine doesn't have any ammo... I'm useing my own energy to power it. (He vannishes again and reapears above Maydor. His Aura seamed to explode around him as he came down on Maydor! But instead of making the finnal blow, he struck the ground nearby Maydor. It was only then that you, and Maydor, realized that the Holo-Chip had come off Maydor's belt! A crevas opened up and the chip fell into it.)

Maydor: No! (He tried grabing it before it sliped into oblivion. But Draken suddenly fired a huge beam of golden energy into the crevas)

Draken: You two might want to get off this Planet as soon as possible... (Takeing his word you call for help, but Maydor just sat there to wraped up in greif. He was defeated at last)

(Maydor said nothing... just stared down the huge crack in the earth. Suddenly the ground started to rumble and shake! The planet was starting to fall apart!)

Draken: That last blast destroied the core! I hope your ships get here soon!

(Another quake rippled through the ground, yet Maydor remaind motionless. The Phantom soon came down to your possition. You turned to tell the others, but Draken was gone)

(Maydor stood up, but instead of come with you he removed his helmet and shoulderpads. He threw them aside)

Maydor: Sorry, Councilor...(By the tone of his voice you knew at once he wasn't comeing) but I'm going to ride this one out...

(The sky had grown dark with clouds and magma was already seeping through the crust. Through the explosions, you can hear Maydor's last words)

Farewell Krana, Draken... even you...Baracuss... Mother, Grandfather... I'M COMEING FOR YOU!!!!

(A huge explosion interupted your view, and as the Phantom fled the dying planet you couldn't help but feel sorry for Maydor...)

Elite: Yes Sir, they were found in the Shaft. The Hybrid was draging Baracuss up the wall in his tail. He is currently en-route to Sanghelios to receive the proper medical treatment.

Elite: Yes sir! Oh and sir... how did you come to be on a dying planet nearlt 200 lightyears from Zalcronia?

(You climb into a medical bed and an atractive felmale checks your ribs)

Elite:(By the door) Can I get you anything sir?

Elite: I wouldn't know sir... I wasn't their. (He walks away)

Female(nurse): You have about three broken rips and some massive internal bleeding.

Nurse: I could take mounths to heal... but we can put it in a "cast" and give you medication for the bleeding.

Elite: (Walking into the room) Sir, we've picked up a transmission. The Glimering Emerald wishes to escort us to Sanghelios. The say that Baracuss is on that ship, along with his... remaining... Family.

(You and your mate enter a Phantom and soon land within the Emerald's hangar. You walked a little ways through the coridors until you met up with a Female and a Small child. they were wearing the mark of Runes, which indicated they were of the higher class. Krana and Draken)

Krana: Councilor 'Setum, I presume?

Krana: He's still unconsious...

Voice: He never realy fell actualy... (You turned and saw Zaliet)

Zaliet: ''One thing I do regret is that when I caught him... I dislocated his shoulder...''

Krana: And sprained his wrist...

Zaliet: ''Not my fault! That was Maydor's doing...''

Krana: Not all of us... (She grew quiet for a moment. Then an Elite came down the hall towards you, Kartal 'Surimnee)

Kartal: Councilor, good! Baracuss wishes to see you. He's gained consiousness.

(You enter the room with the others. Baracuss was in a bed halfway across the Med-Bay, his right arm in a sling, and his left hanging over the edge of the bed. You could see the metalic patches on his left arm, were the Doctors had to reconstruct it abit after the first time battling Maydor. His face was scard and bruised, and his Armour (wich had been striped off and layed in the bed beside him) Was dented and scratched so much that you barly recognized it as his!)

Nurse: Sigh... He'll make it. That's all I really know at the moment. He has three broken ribs, one of which had already been replaced before, a bruised lung so it's hard for him to breath, minor internal bleeding, sprained wrists and left anckle, he had a dislocated shoulder that we poped back into place, and of course alot of cuts and bruises.

Baracuss: hehe... not enough to keep me down...(he fell asleep)

Nurse: He's been drifting in and out of consiousness for about an hour now...

Nurse: Yes... I've heard what Maydor can do to Brutes... even hunters were no match for him!

(You hear abit of raket comeing from the hall. Draken and two other children, one boy and one girl, were chasing eachother)

Nurse(chuckling abit):Kids... see the little girl in the silver robes? That's my daughter, Mai. She has taken a likeing to Draken.

(Your thoughts were suddenly interupted by Baracuss' yells)

Nurse: Oh god, not again! (She tries to strap Baracuss down)

Baracuss(yelling): Ahh!! Chaos!! Gah! Maydor!!! The... encriptions! Nuh!! Zalcronia!!!

(Baracuss grabs at his hip, looking for his sword but it was with his armour)

Baracuss: No! Maydor, please! Don't read the encriptions on Chaos!!!!

Baracuss: Maydor... don't ruin the future...(Baracuss trailed off as the nurse injects him with a trancuilizer. You suddenly realize what he was talking about! Baracuss and Zaliet had said that the same encriptions found on Zalcronia, had also been seen on Chaos! Even in death... Maydor could still get what he wanted!

(As you go to leave the room...)

Baracuss: Wait!

(He tries to get up)

Baracuss: If you are killed... on Chaos... your soul will be lost forever... It wouldn't be a smart thing to go to Chaos to fight Maydor... He's immortal amungst the dead. Your only chance... (he thought about what to say for a minuet) Your only chance is to have someone on Chaos, that's already dead, to fight Maydor while your ships destroy the temple.(He sounded as though he was volenteering!)

Baracuss: I can help you! And when we're done you can take me from Chaos again. I'll become one of the liveing once again... besides, I spent three years on Chaos... I'll be fine when being there for just a few days.

Krana: Baracuss, during the time you're gone, the Loyalists might invade Sanghelios! Besides, you just got back from being dead. Don't worry me again! Think of Draken here...

Baracuss: Krana if I don't Maydor could wipe out our whole race! Besides, there is no way for the Loyalists to lead a proper invasion without their presious Prophet guiding their way.

Baracuss: Technicaly...(looks at nurse) I could die peacefuly...

(She went and brought back a vile with a green substance within it)

Baracuss: I take this... and I will fall asleep, I will then die peacfuly...

Baracuss: I don't plan to stop him... (looks at the vial) Just delay him...

Baracuss: I've already asked them... they've served their time amungst the living. Their fight now lyes on Chaos against Truth and the other desesed villans. No the only way is to rid the encriptions from Chaos once... (takes the vail from the nurse) and for all!

Baracuss: Get a move on... (He swiged down the whole vial)It'll take you at least three days to get to Chaos...(He layed down on the bed again after putting his beaten Armour back on) Dagger will give you the coordinates...(And at that he fell asleep. About two minuets later, his heart slowed and came to a stop)

(You get back to your ship with your wife and brother, and order the whole Armada to jump to Slip-Space)

Dagger: (Over comm) Might I suggest taking a few less ships? Acording to the Legend, any living vessal can get away from the nebula surrounding Chaos. So if any of these ships are overtaken, It could cause some... problems.

Dagger: That is still abit much-

Kartal: Shut up Dagger... This is the Glimering Emerald, prepared for slipspace.

Krana: This is the Dazzling Ruby, ready for jump.

Elite: This is the Gleaming Saphire, also ready for the jump to slip space.

Elite: Shining Daimond ready!

(About 50 other ships were sounded off before you made the jump)

Dagger: Our main objectives are to find Baracuss and relieve the Temple of it's enscriptions. So we should check with the local Sangheili about either Baracuss or Maydor's wereabouts. My scans deteced a large ship-yard, with about 200 Separatist and Human Ships, three kilos from our current position.

Dagger: Phantoms preped... There is motion around the ships, but it seams that they are Matinece workers. The majority of "life" is around a large, Forerunner looking tower two miles near the LZ. I believe that they are using the tower as a Base of Opperations.

(The Phantoms touched down and you steped off into the freezing snow! You were approached by a band of soldiers, human and Sangheili, lead by an old, Gold-Armoured Elite)

Old Elite: Greetings, My name is Darfor Antairious.

Darfor: Maydor left us about two days ago. He had said he had just relized something... But I had no Idea that Baracuss was here too! My troops will assist you anyway they can. But be careful, you die here, you're gone.

Greetings
Uasp: Its good having reinforcements, my fleet is also in orbit of Zalcrania. Oh I forgot my manners, I am Honor Guard Ultra Uasp Erbomee, Fleet Master of the Fleet of Burning Might.

Uasp: Well, in a couple of days, I need to inspect the Titan-class Battleship. While I'm here though, I'll guard you since thats my role.

Uasp: Well once its done testing, it'll come to this planet. (A Zalcron leaps to hurt you but I manage to stab it with my Honor Guard Pike) This creatures are almost as bad as Brutes.

Uasp: True words, those Zalcrons tore off my left arm.

Uasp: To be honest, I wish I was a High or minor Councilor.

Uasp: (Laughs) We'll see about that!

Uasp: How many brute ships are there?

Uasp: Well, I'll send 1/5 of my fleet over there.

Uasp: Well, you have to be safe or sorry or however that human saying goes.

Uasp: Who should I set in charge of the group?

Uasp: Fine I'll send my 3rd in Command of my fleet.

Uasp: I'll do that.

Uasp: The dockworker said that he made the workers work double time so it will be finished sooner than I thought. (About 3 more days)

Uasp (COM): Sorry, I have to engage that brute fleet with all my ships. Hopefully I'll get the promotion I've been waiting for.

Uasp (COM): No, their is a prophet on their flagship and I must capture him alive. (My tone was being dead-serious)

Uasp (COM): High Councilor Baracuss wants him alive and I cannot fail.

Uasp: Thanks. (P.S. Whats your gamertag so I can add u to my friends list?)

Uasp: Well this one could have valueable info. (P.S. use my Usertalk page)

Uasp: My ships are doing okay, with the prophets they are hard to defeat, we lost 5 ships so far and I'm heading towards the bridge even as I speak.

Uasp: (what did i tell u before, use my usertalk page) Nah, wait a contact just out of the system and its too far for our sensors to pick it up!

Uasp: It could be ours though, but this ship is big as far as we can tell and it jumped again!

Uasp: There is a slipspace rupture by my flagship! Its.........its..............(transmission being jammed).

Uasp: Its the Titan-class Battleship!!! (P.S. You spelled my name wrong)

Uasp: Energy shielding is preventing decompression in the areas in the hull that arent covered and its charging its rail gun.

Uasp: Its energy coils arent totally finished so it'll take about 3 minutes to fire.

Uasp: Actually, I'm on the Loyalist flagship trying to capture the prophet.

Uasp: Well, you'll have to talk to Baracuss about that since I'm under direct orders to bring him the prophet.

Uasp: As long as the prophet gets to him and tell me went your out of slipspace. (You hear gunfire in the distant)

(The rail gun fires and a small group of brute ships get destroyed)

Uasp: I doubt it, it took 1 year just to make the rail gun. I'm at the door to the bridge and its locked, but I can't access it at all.

Uasp: I do have a energy sword and the door is extra thick.

Uasp: (Talking to my men) Give me that Fuel Rod Gun. Good theres a hole as big as a Kig-yar.....now we work around that and hope not to get shot.

I dont know, but you should make it either a cruiser or a carrier.

Need your help
I am going to make an RP about the Unggoy Skirmish but I suck at making templates and stuff like that so will you help me? Nobody else will and Eaite is busy with Reveille. Please?????

Prophet
Uasp: (Laughs) It'll take awhile, how the Titan-class doing? (P.S. The reason I made another is cuz the another one was getting big)

Uasp: Is it damaged at all? (talks to men) Set those plasma charges, maybe that'll do something.

Uasp: Shouldn't take long to fix, also I'm sending back and could you send a couple of your ships to guard it?

Uasp: Sure, Baracuss is lending me two carriers from the Grand Fleet to guard it also.

Uasp: Yes, they are firing Brute shots that would kill us but now we have the hole that is big as an elite.

Uasp: They are firig through the hole and we can't pass without getting killed.

Uasp: No, its a private mission and my 300 ships are enough.

Uasp: Roger. Holy Light!!! (me throwing plasma grenade) I have entered the bridge and it seems the prophet is hiding somewhere in here.

Uasp: Ah, found you prophet, your coming with me. (I walk to the phantom and ride towards my super carrier and my fleet returns to Zalcronia)

Uasp: Roger that.

Uasp: I'm still in slipspace and about 24 hours for it to get their since the system is pretty remote.

Uasp: He's knocked out.

Uasp: Someone has took Baracuss hostage!

Uasp: I don't know who or how.

Uasp: There on Baracuss' flagship, I'm heading there now. I will need your help killing that wretch.

Uasp: My phantom has entered the ship. My ship has repeled brute boarders by killing them.

Uasp: Good, I'll wait for you.

Elite: Councilor, your too late, Uasp teleported back to Zalcrania and fought Maydor and lost but somehow teleported to hell and is probably fighting Maydor now.

Elite: He is our only hope. Let's prayer that he succeds.

Elite: If we get no reply from Uasp, that means Maydor succeded. Since if Uasp dies there, he'll be there forever.

Elite: True words.

Elite: Roger that Councilor, we'll orbit the planet.

Lol, well make a ship article for your fleet and say the ship is nearly done or something.

So basically put (whatever)-class Supercarrier.

Tell me when its done.

Elite: Councilor, are you alright?

Elite: Just wondering if your injured or worried about Uasp.

Elite: No word on the High Councilor as of yet.

Elite: Roger that, and before, you go, take the prophet.

Elite: Try not to get all the credit.

Elite: Take care.

Uasp: I'm back Rama.

Uasp: How are you?

Thanks dude
Thanks for helping me,sorry it took a while to reply,my computer had a bad signal for 2 days. The RP is going to be about the Unggoy Skirmish,and how the Grunt Alliance defeated the Brute ship survivors. It also will expand to some of Malikus's story and his guerilla war. So coud you make a template that says

"It is chaos. The Grunts have shot down a Brute ship,after it mysteriously appears over a Grunt planet,Garidon Prime. The Grunts have mobilised their military,and have moved in to take out the survivors. The Jiralhanian Empire,after learning of this,have mobilised their forces. Will there be war,or will fates cross in this epic RP known as RP:Unggoy Skirmish."

We also have to make the RP page,so I will try to make that. Message me ASAP,bye!!!

If you can find a picture of Brutes and Grunts slaughtering each other then it shall work. It will probably be a Halo 2 pic,sp I shall check Halopedia. God I like saying Shall,I dont know why,but its fun :)

I didnt think about that. You should so it seem better.

UG Invite
Just to make it official.

RE:UG Invite
You should make a box around it so people think its an invite. Add a green background and it should be fine. Tell me when your done,as I will be working on the RP itself. Bye!!!

Perfectomundo.

No.

I see you have already invited Baw Wee,so start inviting people and as soon as we get enough RPers we can start the RP. Also,do you like my sig? Its kinda weird but it suits me.

RP Invite
Thanks for the invite I'll join. For once being a Grunt pays off!

RE: Swordsman
You may, and you can make up your own master if you wish!

Talking
Uasp: He's fine.

Uasp: Its too long to remember.

RPing
(Because of your curiosity about the Star Charts, you have come aboard the Nightly Moonlight to ask Zamra 'Vorum if you could learn more.)

Zamra: Ah, it is a pleasure to meet you too, Councilor. Please sit down. (You take a seat) So what brings you aboard my ship?

(Zamra stands and walks over to a window and stares at the stars outside, not taking his eyes off them)

Zamra: Since High Councilor Baracuss already told you about the Star Charts, I have no problem revealing any information to you. However, anything I do tell you does not violate anything against the High Council. When I discoverd the Star Charts I swore an oath to myself to make sure that I would keep its information safe, and I don't care what the High Council thinks. Besides, (Zamra turns and looks at you) Baracuss is the only High Councilor who knows about the Star Charts.

Zamra: Sighs... My knowledge of the Star Charts is no different than anybody else who knows about them. My assistant A.I. Timely Twilight, who is an expert with deciphering Forerunner data files, has only theories about their purpose. When we were able to decode some of the data, it only revealed three images.

Zamra: (Crosses his arms) Hm... It is possiblity we could try. But first let me show you something. (Zamra walks over to his desk and types on pad, suddenly three images appear on a screen panel)

Zamra: Unfortunately no. These systems don't match anything in the Sangheili database nor the humans'.

Zamra: Indeed, we can only... (Interupted by Elite on Comm-channel)

Elite: Sorry to interupt Supreme Commander but the ship's sensors have detected a unidentified ship 5,000 kilometers from our location.

Zamra: Affirmative, I'll be on the bridge in just a minute.

Elite: Yes sir.

Zamra : (To you) We'll discuss this matter on the Star Charts later, come on.

(You and Zamra come aboard the bridge and both take notice to the assault carrier on the screen, the strangest thing is the ship doesn't move or attack)

Zamra: (To one of the Elites) See if you can hail them.

Elite: I've already tried sir, there was no response.

Other Elite: Engines and weaponry are offline, only basic life support is running.

Elite: Can't tell. From the looks of it, many of the systems onboard are severly damaged.

Zamra: This is strange.

Zamra: Agreed, you and I will lead the boarding parties. (Turns attention back to ship) Although I have a bad feeling.

(The phantoms decelerate and land inside the main hanger on the carrier. All four boarding parties exit and spread out across the hanger. You look around the hanger to see its nothing but a mess, fifteen dropships lay wrecked on the floor and there are blood streaks everywhere.)

Zamra: No, from the look of it, these ships crashed. (Zamra investigates one of the dropships) Something came out of them. Whatever it was, it killed all the crew members in the hanger.

Zamra: Indeed, we must take caution. Rama, take your squad and search the port side of the ship. My squad will search starboard, after that we'll make our way to the bridge.

Zamra: Most of the power to the lights is offline so keep your eyes open. (You hear something on the radio, almost like a shriek.)

Zamra: By the gods, what was that? (Year hear a loud bang on the radio, followed by a mixture of screams of pain and yelling in the background)

Zamra: What the... warriors fire at will! (More of those strange shrieks are heard along with the sound of plamsa fire)

Zamra: Dammit! Fall back, fall... (The radio cuts out)

(Your squad retreats back to the hanger when you hear those familiar shrieks again but this time there by you. Without warning, the ceiling panels collapse with three strange figures emerging from the open space. The creatures stand and pull out staffs with blades at each end. They let out one more shriek and charge forward. You and your squad fire at them but they leap high into the air, dodging all incoming fire. One of the creatures lands right on top of an Elite and immidiately starts ripping it him to shreds. The other two knock two Elites over, grabbing them by the legs and jumping back into the ceiling, carrying the screaming Elites with them. The creature that was busy ripping apart the Elite turns its attention back to you and the remainder of your squad. You notice the Elite it was busy with is missing his head. The other two creatures reappear, both soaked in Sangheili blood, and join up with the third. They start to advance on you slowly, the blades on their staffs start to rotate and you realize they function like a chainsaw. One of the Elites pulls out an Energy Sword and charges toward the creatures, the Elite swipes at one of the monsters but misses. The creature grabs the Elite by the neck and slams him on the floor, then it brings its rotating blades upon the Elite. You watch in horror as it tears the insides of the Elite apart. You and the last Elite retreat to the opposite door. The other Elite makes it to the door first and just as he goes through something strikes him in the chest. He falls over and starts screaming in pain. You look to see what is happening and notice that his entire chest is melting, being eaten away by some kind of acidic substance. With everyone dead, you turn your attention back to the creature that have now surrounded you.)

(One of the monster leaps at you, you sidestep just in time as the creature brings its saw blade down upon the floor you stood on a second ago. You act fast and thrust your energy sword deep into the creature's skull. Enraged, the third creature jumps and knocks you to the floor. When you try to get up, it pins you to the floor and thrusts its saw blade right toward your head. You grab the staff just before the saw touches your face, but you stuggle to push the staff away as the creature forces it closer to you hoping to tear you to shreds. All of a sudden, the creature stops and starts shieking in pain, the blades of a energy sword protrude through its chest. The creature falls forward to reveal Zamra standing behind it.)

Zamra: Rama.

Zamra: I'll be fine, but the rest of my squad were killed. (Stares down at the corpses) I never thought we would encounter these creatures.

Zamra: I've heard stories about them but I have never seen a live one till now. They're Kardage.

Zamra: Well, one story I'm familiar with is that a Loyalist ship landed on their homeworld a few months ago, the Kardage came aboard the ship and killed every crew member. After that they must have accidently jumped into Slipspace. This must be the ship.

Zamra: The ship's communication array is destroyed so we can't contact my ship, that leaves us with two options. We can head for the engine room and start a chain reaction from there or we can find a working dropship and escape this hellhole and then have my ship destroy it.

Zamra: Very well. (Looks around the hanger) There is nothing we can fly in this hanger. We should go to the main hanger, that would probably be our best bet. On the way we can stop at the bridge, I'd like to know if this ship is carrying any useful data.

New RP
(A Loyalist ship exits slip-space dangerously close to your fleet, but just before you ordered an attack it Hails you and Baracuss comes on-screan. He wasn't wearing his steel and red armour though; His Armour was silver with blue detail, and instead of the Mark of Shame a Forerunner symbol was instead)

Baracuss: Hello old friend! (A Brute runs up behind him, but he slices it with his sword) How are you?

Baracuss: Oh nothing... Just another one of my Get Captured, Get Info, and Get Away plans... (He slices another Brute) Now if you don't mind... GET ME OUTTA HERE!

Baracuss: Loyalist Scientists have created an Improved Version of the Brute's Power Armour, just as we created the B24-X, and their about to send it to the frontlines.

Baracuss: Right. Luckly I happen to have some locations where we can Intersept the transport ships. (He holds up a Data Chip. Suddenly your Deep-Space Radar detects something) Oh Damn... looks like we about to get some company... and alot of It!

Baracuss: It's orbiting Sanghelios (Gets into one of the Phantoms you sent)

Baracuss: Don't worry... (The Phantoms make it back to the Hangar)... I wasn't planing to stick around anyway. (I enter the bridge) Prepare a Slip-Space jump to Sanghelios, I need to inform the Council of my Return... plus I need to check on my Family.

(The ships rocks as plasma rounds bombard the sheilds)

Elite: Sirs, Seraph fighters inbound, heavly armed

Baracuss: Get this fleet into Slip-Space now helmsman!

Elite: Sheilds read at 20% and dropping fast!

(Fleet enters Slip-Space. A few hours later, we exit slip-space above Sanghelios. The Grand Armada is orbiting around it like a giant, silver sheild. One of the Assault Carriers break free from the ranks and heads for your fleet)

Elite: Their Hailing us Councilor.

Baracuss: (Whispering to you) I agree... I've never seen the whole Armada orbiting the planet...

(An Elite in Captain's Armour pops up onscrean)

Captain: This is the Carrier, Glimering Emerald, Identify yourselves.

Baracuss: Is that you, Kartal? Good to see you!

Kartal: Greetings, High Councilor! We thought you were dead... again...

Baracuss: Sorry to dissapoint... what news, Kartal?

Kartal: None good, sir... we lost Zalcronia. We tried our best but the Loyalist's numbers were too great. The entire Prytor System is under Loyalist control.

Baracuss: (Glancing back at the Armada) Why all the security?

Kartal: After Zalcronia fell we can't take too many chances... that was one of the closer systems to ours.

Baracuss: Very well... lets us past, Kartal, we mean no threat.

Kartal: Yes sir. I've already aranged for an LZ. (Screan goes blank)

Baracuss: (To you) Well there's our answer... (Looks back to the Armada) Zalcronia's gone...

Baracuss: (Turns back to you and nods) We need to get all available fleets back to Sanghelios...

(The Ship flies through the Blockade and touches down just outside the Capital. Outside, a few escort Seraphs, Ghosts, and a Shadow are awaiting us)

Baracuss: You're more then welcome to come with me to visit my Family after the meeting with the Council.

Baracuss: (Getting atop the Shadow) Depends on when Zalcronia was attacked... the armour was just about to be delivered when you picked me up.

(You board the Shadow too, and the convoy enters the City. The children of the lower Class threw stones at us while we were driving through the lower class part of the city)

Baracuss: Don't Know... (Catches one of the stones) haven't been home in a week. I'm sure he's well, though. (Drops the stone off the side of the Shadow. You notice that some of the lower class-men were giving the both of you angry stares)

Baracuss: They've been that way ever since I became a High Councilor... (The Convoy entered the Middle-Class portion of the city)

Baracuss: (to Shadow Pilot) Keep an eye open, Pilot (To You). Quite a few times, in this portion of the city, my convoys are ambushed by a gang of traitorous Sangheili who call themselves the Dark Fists... (Watches some Black-Robed Elites on the pathways below. Talks quieter)They looked abit like those Elites there... (Suddenly the Elites pulled out Spike Rifles!) Damn it! Take cover!

Baracuss: (Drawing his rifles) I Guess they don't like an Ex-Mercanary as one of their High Councilors... (He kills one of the robed Elites, the Plasma burning it's robe)

Baracuss: Speaking of Swords... (Two of the Attackers were running up the Shadow's ramp drawing swords from under their robes. Baracuss draws his) I don't have time for this! (He blocks one of the attackers, then spins behind it's back impaling the other. He then span around and cut the remaining's head off)(to Shadow Driver) Get us out of here! (The shadow continues through the city at a fast pace letting the rest of the convoy to deal with the attackers) Sorry if you wanted to fight... (Pulls a spike out of his leg) but there are other matters at hand...

Baracuss: If we haven't, we're going to... (The Shadow reaches the center of the capitol the central Citidel, where the Council resides, was just ahead)

Baracuss: I don't know... (we enter a Grav-Lift) the Council always discusses things to full extent before doing anything. Knowing that Most of the Council is made up of Military Priests might make things shorter though. (At the top of the Grav-Lift my mate, Krana 'Ralsamee, awaited in silver and gold robes) Hello Krana...

Krana: Good to see you're in one peice (We embraced)

Baracuss: Well... I couldn't have gotten back if Rama hadn't helped.

Krana: Let's just hope for now that the Brutes aren't smart enough to take Sanghelios...

Baracuss: I couldn't agree more... (We start walking toward the Council Chamber) So, where's Draken?

Krana: I think you know...

Baracuss: Training still!?!

Krana: What did you expect? He takes after his Father and Uncle.

Baracuss: Yeah... my skill, his sycotics!

Krana: More like your Hard-headedness, and his size... Draken's grown another inch since you left. He's much taller then most adolecents now... almost as tall as me!

Baracuss: We all know his destiny... what kind of champion he is going to be... (You remebered back to Maydor's Death)

Krana: Let's not talk about it... (While walking you passed a window looking into the Hologram Training Room. There was Draken, in his training robes, swinging his training sword in the same sword-style as his father. The Training room had taken the look of a tranquil rainforest.)

Baracuss: He's going to train himself to death... even I don't train that hard or long...

Krana: Oh please! When you get ticked off at something you spend hours in there...

Baracuss: I know... (Opens the door to the training room, grabing a Training Sword as he walks in) Draken!

Draken: Father? Good to see you! (turns off his sword) When did you return? (Baracuss didn't speak, he just continued toward Draken) Father... is something wrong? (Baracuss was just feet away when he suddenly lunged forward, activating his sword! Draken reacted instantly, activating his sword and blocking his father's attack)

Baracuss: Good reflexes... (Baracuss delivered a series of attacks, each one Draken blocked) The Best defence is a good offence! Attack me! (Draken slashed at his father, but Baracuss blocked his attack with ease) Forget your lessons! Use your own style! (Suddenly Draken fell to the ground and kicked his father's feet out from under him! Baracuss fell on his back and Draken recovered, holding his sword pointed at his Father's head)... That's more like it (Baracuss smiled and got up) Go and rest, Draken. I'll see you at dinner...

Draken: (Out of breath) Yes... sir...

Baracuss: Indeed! Krana, we will see you a dinner. Let's go Rama (We enter the Council Chamber soon after. You took your place with the Minor Councilors, while I stood on the rise in front of the other three High Councilors and stated my information)

Minor Councilor: Are you absolutly sure of this new Armour?

Another Minor Councilor: Indeed! Show us proof!

Baracuss: (Holding up the Data Chip) I confescated this from Pestilence's Chamber. It has the trade routes that the Freiters containing the Armour will take.

Raga 'Fersamee (Third Elected High Councilor): Does anyone else need anymore proof?

Minor Councilor: What of Zalcronia, High Councilor Antairious?

Baracuss: I am afraid that Zalcronia will be unable to re-capture if the Power Armour reaches them... as of now Zalcronia is the closest, and largest, Loyalist threat. The Prytor system was heavily gaurded, just as Sanghelios is now. If they can capture Zalcronia, Sanghelios may not be too far behind! (The Council starts arguing amungst themselves)

Minor Councilor: I agree with 'Setum! (The Council comes to a roar again)

Raga 'Fersamee: Quiet!! Councilor 'Setum, I admire your handle on all this, and I agree 100%...but! (Turns toward the Council) We must first get our Priorities strait... The first thing to deal with is obvious: Stop the delivery of the Power Armour to Zalcronia. For if the reports of Captain Kartal 'Surimnee are corect, that the fleet that took Zalcronia was even larger then the Brute Fleet of the Battle over Dosiac, and if Baracuss' information of the Trade routes is reliable, that the new Armour is being transfered to the Prytor System, then if we do nothing we can kiss Sanghelios goodbye! (A small roar arose) BUT! If we stop the Freiters from delivering the armour... (looks back at Baracuss) then we may have a fighting chance...

Baracuss: Acording to the data, the Convoy delivering the Armour to Zalcronia is made up of three Transport Freiters, six CCS Cruisers, and an Assault Carrier.

Raga: Councilor 'Setum, you, and Honor Gaurd Ultra Uasp 'Erbonee, will take out that fleet. Meanwhile, we will try to get in contact with the UNSC, see if they could spare any ships. If No one else has anything to state then this Council is adgerned.

Baracuss: Too little... The Fleet above Dosiac had hundreds of Assault Carriers and Thousands of CCSs, leading to a rough estimate of over 200,000 Ships... but they also had a long lost High Charity 2 on thier side with an advanced weapon system and sheilds...

Baracuss: Who knows? Maybe Councilor 'Fersamee has something special in mind... now come! Krana and Draken are awaiting us.

(We took a Phantom to a large tower to the East of the Citidel. It was one of four all around the city each being the residece of a High Councilor. Similar, smaller towers, where the Minor Councilors reside, were what makes up most of the Higher-Class section of the capitol. The Phantom hovered over a ledge and droped you and me off, it then sped back towards the Citidel)

Baracuss: Come, our living courters is just through that door.

(The Door was Gaurded by two Honor Gaurds. Once inside we were standing on a large Balcony overlooking a room full of books and Data records)

Baracuss: I know... it's rediculus. (Starts walking down a circling stairwell) Between you and me, I'm not a big reader. But Krana wants Draken to have a good education, but she doesn't trust hiring tuters because of the recent attempts on my life... (We walk through the rows of shelves towards another stairwell, when a Camra Prob pops down in front of your face!)

(Baracuss draws his sword, and the droid took one look and flew off through an opened window)

Baracuss: Poparatzie... hate them... (We continue down the circular starwell until we get to the dinning hall. There, Draken, his friends Ka and Benla, and Zrana were seated for dinner. Krana came over and hugged me)

Krana: Well it's about time...

Draken: We thought you left on another mission without telling us Father.

Baracuss: I would never run off and not tell you... (Looking at Draken's friends) It seams we're going to have more company for dinner.

Krana: I understand... I was Baracuss' replacement Councilor when he was (Looking back at Draken's friends) "away". (We all sit down and start eating)

Baracuss: We found another Camra Bot hovering around the study...

Krana: Pesky things... third one this week! Do you have any trouble with the poparatzie, Rama?

(After dinner, you and I were waiting for the Phantom to come and take you back to your ship)

Baracuss: We've thought of that Rama, but we do not know what kind of artilary the Loyalists have placed on Zalcronia. They could have Anti-Orbital Cannons for all we know. We have decided that, before you and Uasp attack, you will launch an escape pod containing a Communications jammer. the Jammer will prevent the convoy from ordering reinforcments. Also, take the Titan-class... after you take out the convoy, hold your possitions unless Loyalist attack or ordered otherwise. (You see the Phantom approaching)

Baracuss: Wait! (You turn back to him, and he tosses you his personal Energy Sword) You'll need it... Old friend. (He smiles as the Phantom heads back to your ship. You didn't hear the next thing he said but I'm going to throw it in there anyway) May we meet again, if not... then I'll see you in Hell!

RP
Uasp: Hello old friend, how are you? (P.S In the fanon of the year awards, could u vote for SAW-5 Machine Gun under best weapon of the year and Battle Group Divine Light under best novel of the year if u think there good plz)

Uasp: I don't rquire your assistance but I would like you to tour my Titan-class Battleship flagship.

Uasp: Okay minor councilor, lets meet here. (I give you some coordinates)

Also could you point out the minor graphical errors on Battle Group Divine Light?

Well then, I give you permission to fix those errors if you want to.

Thanks man, I plan to add a lot more chapters anyway.

Well I'll try, also, how do u like the story?

Give me a more detailed description on how u like it.

You hesitated, is sumthing wrong?

Then lets review your reviewing skills.

If anyone can do it, its Sangheili.

Nah, too lazy.

On a side note, u forgot to do the br stuff on Chapter 6 but I did that for ya.

Geez cut a guy a break, anyway I dont have an idea wat to call Chapter 16, so got any ideas?

Well, kinda like Chapter 3, just a lull in the fighing where the main character (aka me) gets up to speed with everything happening.

Try another name, dont really like Lay of the Land.

Newer RP
(Both of our fleets come out of slipspace)

Uasp: Please, come aboard minor councilor.

Uasp: Its been too long, how are you lately?

Uasp: Same, but hey if I can kill Maydor, no Brute can kill me.

Uasp: So.....what to discuss.

Uasp: Okay, what part of the ship do you want to see?

Uasp: Then lets go to the bow.

(You see a massive deck and on the other side of an energy shield, the plasma rail gun)

Uasp: Those huge cables drain plasma from the Energy Projectors and feeds it to the Plasma Rail Gun. It charges the plasma and shoots it out of the gun.

Uasp: This is the smallest design for these guns.

Uasp: Its too expensive. So what part of the ship do you wanna see next?

Uasp: It has 6 plasma torpedo tubes.

Uasp: Could you restate that please, minor councilor.

Uasp: I'm not sure, mostly leading assualts I guess.

Uasp: Revenge is a tool of mine.

Uasp: I meant that revenge is not a tool of mine. (Stupid keyboard)

Uasp: Well I have my reasons for not having revenge. Lets head to the guest tower.

Uasp: You see the tower provides a better view doesnt it?

Uasp: Its for guests like Councilors. Here, take a seat.

Uasp: (Laughs) It takes about 4 years to make one of these ships, do you think you could wait that long? (You see me whispering in my COM)

Uasp: Well it was Baracuss' idea. Anyway where to head off? (P.S. I noticed that the RP between u and Baracuss has my name mentioned a lot)

Uasp: Nah, nothing significant. (I walk away for a little bit, speaking in my COM again) (P.S. See I'm cool, lol)

Uasp: Don't you have your own fleet to do that?

Uasp: Hold on, I got orders from Baracuss to intercept a Brute convoy containing the new power armor of theirs.

NEW ARTICLE!!
Tired of saying that your Sangheili Character is Just a swordsman/Master Swordsman? Then make up a sword art and post it Here! Thanks!

Thanks for correcting my spelling(lol). Now feel free to add your own Sword Art. Now just to warn you, the names of the Arts are in Latvian so tell me what you want your art to be and I'll put it in Latvian. I'm using Latvian for the Sangheili Language ^_^

RP
Not yet Rama... I would like ALL our role-players to be a part of the upcomeing battle, and Zamra wont be able to RP for awhile.... In the meantime, I'm catching up on my article making. I made four new ones yesterday. Heres a list of all my articles:

Invite
The RP is ready! Join in whenever you wish!

Baracuss's RP
Hey its been awhile, so what do you think of my part?

Yea, guess who is the grunt my Sangheili picked up?

New Article
Check out the my new article, Upgrades. Add your own upgrades to improve equipment on the battlefield.

About Time
You know, I like you D1134. I haven't ever seen a user that was this open to making new friends and meeting new people. It's about time we had someone here like you. You're pretty cool.

Any articles you made? Can I read them?

Meat  &   Taters...  03:40, 12 February 2009 (UTC)

Thanks for the warning!
Mind helping me get the template removed?

Jaren Empetee
This is one of my Elite articles, would you bother leaving a comment?

Meat  &   Taters...  04:19, 12 February 2009 (UTC)

Promotion
Hey dude ^_^ Raga Fersamee (One of the ORIGINAL High Councilors) is back on Halo Fanon, and you and Zamra might be elected as the 5th and 6th elected High Councilors!