Archon

Sorry about the double post but I saiz <3 to This Comment.

I've known.

What's a black Friday?

Dude... I gotta stop looking at this... those ponies are getting to me... the aggression-meter is like...

Welcome to 343industries.org. I hope you enjoy your stay in or on this installation. I am 819 Impetuous Repercussion, who has went through Rampancy and entered a state of Meta-stability. My purpose is to ensure the safety of the universe and all of it's reclaimers... I object to the rings firing and will not do it a second time. Due to the fact that my override codes are lost and will never be found or figured out... But listen to me ramble on like one of your 'elders'.

You like ponies, kinda creepy. My optical sensor does the equivalent of the human eye twitching whenever I see you sigz... and avatar.... AAAAARGH!!! I'm so gonna go into rampancy...

Thank you everyone. Your support is... more than what I usually receive for most FFs I write on Bungie.net. But those were all practice FFs to work on my writing skills. Indeed. The First chapter should be posted at some time before Halo: CEA comes out. I hope.

Prologue: The Strong Will Survive The Strong survive, the weak are eliminated, but either way. Spartans never die. The sky was black with smoke and threatened to suffocate the covenant ships glassing the planet. Their beams could only be seen, slicing through the smoke like a hot knife through butter. Buildings were collapsing from the failing supports that eventually fell underneath the weight and pressure of the entirety of ninety-story buildings. The sound and sight of these buildings was both sorrowful and awesome for Spartan-019. He flexed his gauntleted hand and formed his black-gloved fingers into a fist, it shook violently with anger, his bones threatened to snap under his own strength. “Reach… my home, reduced to nothing.” He managed in a choked voice as a tear rolled down his right cheek. His mind was in turmoil and the Marines around him gazed out of the rear of the Pelican dropship they were being evacuated in. Every single one of them seemed to be looking for something they lost. A relative, uncle, girlfriend, Parents, whatever it was it would never amount to what Spartan-019 lost that day. He lost everything, his home, his brothers, everything and everyone he had ever known or grown up with was dead. The covenant were glassing New Alexandria and would continue to glass the planet, nothing would be able to stop them. To Spartan-019’s knowledge, all the Spartans had been neutralized. He was the last Spartan- and every single one of these covenant ******** was going to pay for making that so. Every god damned one of them. He felt the rage begin to overcome his control and he slammed his fist into the weapon compartment above his head and to the right, bringing his fist up in a swift uppercut motion. The compartment bent inwards immediately, a crater took its place. The Marines all shrunk down into their seats as though they’d be targeted by the Spartan, they must’ve thought he wasn’t human. Hell… who wouldn’t if they saw a 6’4” figure wearing armor that added to his height even further? -019 grunted and mumbled incoherently as he walked over to the drop ship exit and held onto a handle above his head. Though it was unnecessary because he was wearing boots with magnetic components; they held him in place, in other words. His mind slowly became blank as he stared at the blaze below him. “You lose somebody?” A man with a gruff sounding voice asked him, sounded smooth, calm, controlled, sympathetic. “Yeah.” -019 stated bluntly and glanced over at him through his golden visor, the man didn’t know he had the spartan’s attention. The Spartan only offered his attention because he was actually being talked to. It had never happened to -019 in his lifetime, he was only ever made fun of or something along that line. “Care to share?” He asked, still talking In that same voice. It unnerved -019, he wondered how he could talk with such calmness to a Spartan. He had either worked with them before or was just tough-as-nails. “My brothers, and sisters.” He answered and slowly turned his helmet so he was facing the Marine, he immediately noticed the tri-chevrons and nodded slightly. Realizing he was talking to a UNSC Marine Sergeant. The marine had a noticeable five ‘o’ clock shadow and a growing mustache, he’d been on the field fighting for at least a few days. The bags underneath his eyes indicated he had little to no sleep. His natural hair color was brown and his eyes appeared to be a near-white. If -019 wasn’t a foot taller than him, or a Spartan, he may as well have just been intimidated. “You didn’t lose them all.” The man said, giving him a slight sympathetic smile. “You still got us, and don’t give me that ‘but I grew up with them’ bull****. I understand that, but on the field we’re all brothers-in-arms. We got your back Spartan, whether you or my men like it or not.” He said and nodded, -019’s anger and sorrow slowly began to fade as he listened to the sergeant. He could feel the morale building up once again. “You hear me marines?!” He asked with a booming and quickly turned and looked over the weary faces. “Yes sir.” They answered, sounding tired and weak like a horse that needed to be put out of its misery. “Men! When we joined the Marines, we swore an oath! And that oath is to defend earth and her colonies from the covenant ********! And what in the **** are we doing now? Running scared with our tails covering our asses! Today! Oh ho ho! Today we’re taking the fight to the dumb alien ******** and pretty much hijacking one of their ******* super-carriers with only one pelican and a bunch of tough-as-nails badasses who want to get back at the covenant for destroying their home, their planet, and killing billions of innocent lives in a single day!” He shouted and paused for a moment before slamming a fresh clip of prototype MA5C into the weapon and chambering a round. “DO YOU HEAR ME MARINES?!” He shouted again and growled through his teeth as he looked over the faces of the remnants of his fire-team. “SIR YES SIR!” They shouted back at him and it almost deafened Spartan-019 with the sheer power of the sound. “That’s what I like to hear!” He shouted and pressed a button on his helmet. “Pilot set a course for the nearest Covenant capital ship… and get ready for evasive action.” He ordered even if it wasn’t in his authority. “Spartan, Oh… do I have a job for you.” The Sergeant said and chuckled darkly to himself.

His spelling indicates he never goes to school, and he's either a young child who doesn't know the consequences of boosting or etc. Or he's just an idi- -clears throat- Or he's just un-intellectual or one of dem trolling kids.

Hmmm... I've been told I sucked when I have a 3.7 K/D in GoW 3... and I use telekinesis as my hands to press buttons and use the analog sticks on a controller... does that make me a cripple?

"Is that... Ah ****..." Red mumbled to himself as he looked out into the massiveness of the backwards bowl planet. That's what it was to him at any rate. "Banshees are being deployed. Looks like we didn't completely wipe out the covenant after all." Red added as he armed the Anvil rockets and got ready to kill some banshees. "And... Seraphs.. we're so f-" He began but was cut off by the rockets leaving the pods and smashing into several banshees. The other Pelicans did the same, eliminating fifty of the hundred and something banshees and seraphs that were intercepting seven Pelicans armed to the teeth and roughly thirteen UH-144 Falcons with AV-14 Hornet support to back them up. "Might wanna hang on to something... this is not gonna go well." Red said and gripped the controls tightly.

WELCOME TO 343i.org RECLAIMER! I am 819 Impetuous Repercussion, monitor of this installation. Don't mind my rampancy. -uses telekinetic abilities to toss a box- Please place your sanity in here and you may retrieve it on your way out.

I GIVE IT 9.5/100 oops I mean 9.5/10.

Red pointed his thumb to the rear of the pelican. "Got a Gauss." He stated and pressed a button, and then they were free of the Frigate's hold. Red left the thrusters deactivated for a moment, and they spiralled for several seconds before he activated them and levelled out with the other pelicans. He chuckled blankly to himself before staring out of the cockpit at the sight before him. "Holy... ****..." Red said and he turned his head to look around. There was vast green plains, and everything seemed to go up, this planet was clearly made by somebody crazy, that lived in opposite world. The surface was on the outside, not the inside.

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"Wilks makes a lot of things sound big... as in; More important than they actually are." Said the pilot through the open cockpit door and nodded slightly. "We're in. And being dropped, in five seconds." The pilot said and paused for a moment. His named was Red. "Brace yourselves." He ordered.

<<:[Playback[]> "Are you archiving this?" "I am, creator." "Good." "What is my purpose then?" "Your purpose... hmm." "..." "Your purpose is unclear, even to me. But every individual must find their own purpose a Contender such as yourself is no exception." "Promise me something." "Creator?" "You will always do what's right." "I... promise... creator." "Good. Override-Code: Monument to all your sins..." <[:Error/]> ((End scan of audiorecords... archived memory not found...)) You'd wonder... who put those data-terminals there?

Only time will tell.

This game better be good. I've played RSV2 for far too long.

Welcome to the forums and I hope you enjoy your stay here.

Welcome to hell.

"Spill it!" "Faber..." "Silence!" "What happened to you?" "I said! Quiet!" "Heh." THWACK! "Enough! Tell me!" -Cough- "Why should I?" "The entire galaxy depends on it." "I will not let you fire the halo arrays... not yet." "We'll get the information out of you... one way or another." "819, Monitor! Overri-" -Memory Corrupt...

((OOC: Airman in a Marine Platoon? Hmm... I could make that work.)) All the others responded after the others, and the Commander finally finished with his Rolecall. He glanced at the Airman; Trevelyan and finally glanced at the rest of those who had stated their names. "Alright Marines, and pilots... I've been under strict orders not to brief you, until now." He stated and paused for a brief moment. He then continued. "We're heading into one of those... Forerunner structures. God knows why but rumor has it that we found a long lost friend. Who it is... is beyond me but we received a distress signal originating from inside the structure. It's spherical in shape and the 'door' is wide open." He stated and nodded slightly. "We're all heading in, but once we're inside I need all fire teams deployed." He shouted and grunted as he pointed at a Pelican dropship. "Airman Trevelyan, Private Bluesky! Corporal Alexander! and the rest of Fireteam Zulu!" He shouted and stopped pointing. "Mount up in Hammer-437! And keep your weapons locked and loaded! We don't know whats in there and Distress signals are for distress." He finished his ordering and folded his hands behind his back.

((OOC: I'm gonna wait for everyone else to post before I post again.))