RP:Hollow Bastion

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

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

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

Covenant Seperatist Expedition
Primary Commander: Councillor Nch 'Kodumee

Taskforce 1

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

Covenant Loyalist Expedition
Primary Commander:  Racktaroo

Dragon Empire
Primary Commander: Empress Lysira Sarris 

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

117649 Annihilative Repentance

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

Spartan G-23

 * Role: Nch 'Kodumee
 * Location: Aboard the Bloodied Victory
 * Status: Active
 * Other: N/A
 * Role: Stephen Chow
 * Location: Aboard the UNSC Spitfire
 * Satus: Active
 * Other: Leader of the UNSC reinforcements
 * Role:Masu 'Twassee
 * Location: Aboard the Bloodied Victory
 * Staus: Active
 * Other: Ship Master of Bloodied Victory
 * Kwas 'Pudmee
 * Location: Aboard the Bloodied Victory
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Leader of Spec Ops reinforcements

Dubtiger

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

Rotaretilbo

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

the evil O,malley

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

Twilightstorm

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

Duskstorm

 * Role:Mahiru-O248
 * Location: hiding on Ice Monarch
 * Status:... er... sleeping!
 * Role:Peeps the Grunt
 * Location:Cher Ami
 * Status: Escorting Lucy to parasites
 * Role:Empress Lysira Sarris
 * Location:hiding with fleet within the Archaic Memory
 * Status:Planning...

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)

4
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)

7
"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 00:46, 16 May 2007 (UTC)