Archon

Prologue: Unleash the Beast Gabriel was a soldier in the UNSC Marines, his current task was to finish his training at the Meat Grinder, he was specializing in the way of the sniper because he was the best eye, had the best accuracy, most endurance, phenomenal reflexes, Spartan-like speed and a speed disorder, he wasn’t the strongest, or the most powerful however, he was like a snake, reliant on grass to hide him, but once he struck he killed his target almost instantly. His voice was his neurotoxin, putting people and aliens alike into their places. His drill sergeant even thought he was some sort of ONI spook, steering clear of a man who’d actually never seen combat. They were all lined up in front of Sergeant First Class Glaze, and First Lieutenant Reed. Gabriel held utter-contempt for the two men and stared coldly at them, but otherwise stood at ease just like everyone else in the line. “Today,” Began the Sergeant as he cleared his throat in that awkward Sergeant sort of way and glanced at the faces before him. “Today you’re entering an exercise that almost mirrors real life combat, minus the split-chin freaks and the ‘fearless’ grunts of course.” He notified them and stood tall and straight and folded his hands behind his back. It was a joke but nobody caught on, nobody had ever heard the Sergeant make a joke or talk at ease. “Aha.” Said Gabriel, making false laughing noises to break the silence- Everyone broke out into laughter as he did, it was Gabriel’s humor, nobody actually understood the humor but everyone found it to be funny, they could laugh at something that nobody but Gabriel could understand but never be able to laugh at the Sergeant. “Quiet!” Lieutenant Reed shouted over the laughter and it almost instantaneously stopped. He glared at Gabriel, whom could tell that Mr. Reed held resentment for him. I’ll put you in your place… just like everyone else Gabriel turned his head slowly to face Reed directly and gave him a stone cold glare. “Sorry sir, but I’m straight, mind looking at somebody else for once?” Gabriel asked him, and Reed turned red, his entire face flushed red with complete anger and rage and Gabriel nodded slightly. “Sorry to break it to you, Lieutenant.” He stated, mock sincerity in his voice. The Lieutenant immediately turned his head and spoke to everyone else, completely ignoring Gabriel from that point on. “This simulation is going to be a Three-way, those with a Yellow patch aka Bravo Platoon, make your way towards the North-end of the Valley, Those with a Red patch, aka Alpha Platoon head towards the east end of the valley, and finally… those with the blue-patch, aka Delta Platoon, head towards the west end of the valley. The simulation will end once the last team or man is standing.” Reed briefed them and everyone nodded and shouted a series of yes sirs and affirmatives- Before they made their way to their designated base locations. Gabriel was a member of Delta… to him they were the best of the best, back in the day at least. There was still a Delta Force today, but they were all a part of the ODST Division in the Marines, and to become an ODST you had to volunteer, or be selected, and pass the Meatgrinder- but every ODST who’d seen enough combat either become insane or shell-shocked beyond the point of being normal again- but once you kill enough living things… or even your first, you’d never be normal again. "BLUE-Platoon will have their ordnance and assets removed from the battlefield. You can thank Ghost for his attitude." The Lieutenant said.

Everyone here sees me as an annoyance. This brother still floats gloriously like the titanic before it went down.

"I... see." 819 said, hesitantly at that. He floated around and then called in three more sentinels. "According to Data from my sentinels small traces of flood bio-readings have been found several miles away from this location." He added after a brief moment of turning purple again.

Installation 07 is overrun with flood bio-infestation. I ran- floated... I floated away.

I NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED TOR!!!! GAH! -smashes lenses on wall and drops to floor, huddling in a corner, flashing blue and white-

"Why am I with blue base?" He asked the one with Maroon armor. "I am not with Blue base... As for what I want... I am simply here to help the reclaimers... why are you at war with each other? Because of armor-color differentiation?" He asked Maroon Armored man. The Monitor paused for a few seconds before he answered the first question- It was a rather 'private' matter. "I am here because the flood overran my installation." He stated and glowed a hue of purple. "You all seem rather frightened, would you prefer if I became a human avatar instead of a metallic ball?" He asked.

OBDH I'm trying to start a clan currently- and I may need a couple founders to help me out with this. OBDH Is a clan that is pretty laid back. But we will have game nights every Friday. This night will be pretty much training put into fun formats. The Clan is an any game clan. With leaders of Divisions that make somebody their Commander. The Leaders of the divisions will be known as Founder. The creator of the clan will be known as Supreme Founder. Also known as Obsidian Haze. MW3 Onyx Division- Founder: N/A Commander: N/A Gears of War 3 Raider Division- Founder: N/A Commander: N/A Halo Reach: Fallen Division- Founder: Commander: Battlefield 3- X-ray Division Founder- Commander- Note: All of these division won't be the only division throughout the course that the clan is alive. Hopefully we will obtain sufficient members to spread to other games suggested by clan members. GT: Obsidian Haze At any rate. Just post Below if you wish to join and add me. Or post which division you wish to be the founder of. (I've never played BF3).

I hate Carter. But at anyrate. We've seen multiple books from several different points of views. Not Brute yet, I don't think. Just Grunt, Elite, Hunter, Forerunner, Rebel, Human, Spartan, and etc.

"We've been over this, I'm mo- Oh wait, you're different. Greetings, I am Monitor 819 Impetuous Repercussion." He stated flatly and looked at Washington and Grif.

Tougher Campaign. I Agree with. I've been through the Reach Campaign without dying a single time on my other profile, which I no longer have access to because it was hacked... amazingly. I don't even know how it happened. But at any rate, I desire a harder campaign. One like Gears of War 3 where I actually die on occassion.

Thank you for sharing.

Useful, kind of misleading, several spelling errors. Grammatical errors. Overall Rating: Below Average Guide.

I'm going to chop you up into little pieces and feed you to my sentinels for what you have said.

Thanks guys, sorry I haven't been working on my FF lately, but I should have it complete sometime this month, or maybe on the first of January, I can't promise anything for Christmas, but I can for New Years... (._.)

You sound like you're new here.

819 Impetuous Repercussion took note of the new arrival, it had traveled over to the apparent red base. His sensors automatically adjusted so he could track the human. He then teleported over to the man in black. Humming as though the weapons they used 'ballistics' were unable to penetrate his personal shielding system and chassis.

Late Reply: Though his hair hadn't changed, it stayed brown. It showed this in one of those pictures on the Halopedia. He owned 3 ODSTs.

819 glanced around, everyone at blue seemed to be attending to other matters. He force teleported his sentinels to several positions around him. Ordering them to scan for signs of any flood infection that managed to follow 819.

Opinion on Monitor 343. Recently 343 Guilty Spark has been displaying several signs of rampancy. Nothing to serious but he does seem to be in the first stage, 343 seems resilient- A very powerful monitor. His knowledge on his installation is unquestionable. Though he has been disabling Gravity control terminals across his ring and jettisoning parts of the contructor created enviroment into space. He then has these sections rebuilt and etcetera. I myself have been displaying signs of Rampancy. Though, without the knowledge of being Rampant, I'd be angry. I'd be upset with my inability to stay stable. It's ironic. That this knowledge would be the only thing that stands between me and the destructive nature of Rampancy. I am Rampant... yet stable. It's like Mendicant Bias and Offensive Bias so many years ago... Mendicant fell to the side of the First Known Gravemind... His form was made up of Forerunner Corpses. The Flood was a creation of the Reclaimers, and they destroyed it alone... winning against impossible odds. The Reclaimers were fearless. The Forerunner were filled with Fear. Fear of their existence. They didn't immediately search for a way to defeat the Flood until it was far too late. So they invented the Ark and the Halos. The Ark was designed by the Librarian, which is where she kept several select few species and then fired the Halos... It is unknown if she managed to survive by staying on the Ark or one of the Didact's so called Shield Worlds. At any rate, I calculate that within the next three years Monitor 343 will need to be destroyed. Year Archived- 2549

Monitor 819 floated inside the room of the base, he felt watched. Though he then floated outside, detecting random blood spatters and crushed warthogs he hadn't noticed from earlier. Impetuous glowed a dark hue of purple, he was puzzled but then he detected a hearbeat. A single heartbeat, meaning t'was a Kig-Yar or a Human, possibly a Unggoy but the heartbeat was too powerful for it to be a Kig-yar or a Unggoy. So it was human, Reclaimer. Either way, they were being very... ominous.

"Hmmm... I'm detecting motion some few kilometers away from my current position..." 819 stated abruptly before he turned to the general direction of the motion. "I shall await there arrival. They must be nice if they didn't even make an effort to jam my sensors." He chirped and slowly floated back into the base.

"The forerunner only went to war because they deemed it necassary in order to save the galaxy and several of it's species from total extinction or assimilation from the flood." 819 stated and glowed a dim hue of white. "The reason for your war is non-existent. Testing?" 819 asked, making brief calculations and etcetera in a few nano-seconds.

"Why are you at war?" He asked, glowing purple again, displaying em-puzzlement.

"I'm A monitor, 819 Impetuous Repercussion, That's my designation... the one I gave myself. I came from a part of this Galaxy and the flood, and Gravemind tried to steal my ring, but I sabotaged it, and assimilated the Gravemind. I then ended up here, randomly teleporting in hopes of losing the gravemind. The Reclaimer stuff? It's what my creators designated your species... the forerunner." 819 said to Church and glowed a bright cyan.

"Never heard of that guy." 819 Said, glowing a slight hue of orange before following Church outside. "You have a matter to discuss, Reclaimer?" He asked Church.