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UNSC Warlord Book 4 : Rise of Tespan Chapter 2: Incandescent Ash stood deep inside the rotted Insurrectionist bases Barracks. The blue hue of the emergency lights resonated off the war torn walls. Pieces of the ceiling were hanging down, sparks still flickering from yesterday’s battle. The humidity clinging to the walls, wet, with a small stream of water flowing down them and into a puddle on the soiled flooring, which was cracked up and forming a pond. The lights reflecting off of it, only disgust and disaster to be seen. The sound of hefty metal footsteps echoed, off the empty room, getting louder as they came closer. “Ash. You’ve been here for awhile. We’re ready for you, we can’t keep Samantha waiting. You know how Moth gets when we’re given a direct order.” Archangel said. Coming to a halt 20 meters away from her. He understood why she was here, but the objective was still at stake. Cajun, Runner, and Takashi were waiting outside for them at the Pelican. “I know.” Ash let out a deep sigh. “I thought we were done with the Innies. What went wrong?” Ash just stood there. Taking in the room around her. Distressed. UNSC Vortex vanished a few months ago from their fleet. Nobody knew why. Their Captain, Legesto and a few of the other Spartans onboard, just... vanished. “But you’re right. We need to keep moving forward. This intel. I hope it’s got the answers we need.” Archangel nodded. “I hope so as well.” His DMR swung on his back as he turned around and pointed. “We need to head this way, it’s about 10 minutes if we walk. But we can make it in 5 if we sprint. The longer we wait, the more we’re going to worry the others. The more we’re going to worry about them. So let’s get moving.” Archangel started walking towards the exit. A spark flared a few meters away from him. Ash followed en route. The hallways were the same in every room. Blue lights, tattered flooring, ceilings hanging down; some of them completely caved in with the walls. “I have no idea where those Innies got this equipment, but let’s hope that drive you’re carrying is enough to get us an idea on where to head next.” Archangel said softly. They continued outward. They were only a few minutes out now. He was sure Cajun and the others were ready to depart immediately. “A lead is a lead, is what I always say.” Ash said. Her Sniper Rifle rattled on her back holster as they walked towards the exit. The rain drops could be heard outside now, gentle drips on the pavement. It sounded quiet, dark, but peaceful. “About time you guys showed up. Commands waiting.” Kakashi’s voice cracked in the dark, the silver lining on his visor glistened with the blue lights on the wall, forming a nice touch of iridescence. He was impatient, as always. “Cajun and Runner are in the Pelican waiting. Let’s get a move on.” The three of them exited the base. The Pelican 75 meters out in front of them. “Glad to see you guys are alive!” Cajun shouted over the roar of the Pelican’s engine. He was eager and optimistic as always. That mans got a love for his ship. It was polished, their fireteams Insignia embedded in a bright blue and black on the the hull. Another, smaller, insignia underneath the glass of the cockpit. “I just fired up the old girl the second Kakashi heard you guys, if there’s any stragglers still around we’ll have plenty of time to take off.” Cajun was on the comms, the static in it still lingered but they could hear him clearly. Kakashi, Archangel, and Ash boarded the Pelican. Runner nodded at them, “Welcome back, Spartans.” She wasn’t a big talker, especially for an ODST. She’s seen some stuff out there, but that wasn’t her reasoning. A few weeks ago she lost her girlfriend, Sliv. Sent out on an OP with another fireteam. They had a lead on a large Innsurectionist force back on Vorascus, they were to get close and confirm the intel, after a week passed they were confirmed MIA, possibly KIA. Runner never let that go. She didn’t blame the Commander for her death, she blames herself for not being able to be with her. If only she wasn’t assigned to that AI recovery back on Haradash with Osiris, Dan, and Lewith. Unfortunately they lost Lewith there too, if it wasn’t for Osiris’s improvised ordnance and engineering capabilities, they most likely would have been there with them. Lewith sacrificed himself whole-heartedly. He stood his own so the rest of them could make it through before the blast closed off the entrance and allowed them to escape on the Pelican. Even though she knew there was nothing she could have done for him to make it out, she blamed herself as well. The scar from that rogue-DMR was still scratched across her arm, like a blade sliced through her. She felt the same for Sliv. She knew she wouldn’t have been able to do anything for her as well. She just wanted to be there with her, even if it was the last time. “Alright amigos. We’re almost back to Warlord. Moth’s expecting us. Let’s hope he’s chatty today, eh?” Cajun approached their landing bay. A large darker green soldier stood at the dock-lock. Arms behind his back, waiting patiently. “It’s about time you show up, I was about to send your Fireteam Lord down to check on you five.” Moth didn’t seem pleased. They knew he was glad they were back, but his threats were certain. The last thing they need is Sarge and Alex down there. If there were any stragglers left, those fools would’ve blown the entire base and city apart. They’re not much of an infiltration team, as they were an Assault force. “Glad to see you guys! Old Mothy here was worried about you guys! I just about had Fauz here load up the Condor, and Doc to bring his bandaids and pacifiers!” Ugh, it was him. How he was Fireteam leader, nobody knew. Sarge, Head of Fireteam Lord, stood there beside the doorway. Back resting against the wall. Their insignia embedded noticeably on his shoulder piece. Alex stood across from him, at least he was tolerable and cared for the team. He should be the one in charge. Not to mention he outranked Sarge when it came to the Navy, just not when it came to the Fireteam. He wasn’t a Colonel for a reason. The man single handedly commandeered the fireteam through an Invasion a year ago back on Installation 06. Remnant Covenant forces showed up in a new color scheme of red armor. They managed to clear the area and reclaim the crater-esque hoola hoop for the UNSC and ONI defeating the remaining forces with no casualties. “Well then, now that you’re reacquainted with your fireteam. Let’s get back to the objective.” Moth didn’t care for the talking, he held his hand out. “The drive.” Ash walked up and handed it to him. “Good. You got it.” He turned away and walked past Sarge and Alex towards the Observation deck, where they all assumed Samantha was prepared for him with the ships AI, Heracles, ready for any decryptions and security bypasses they would need. “That man could smile more. Maybe a night out on Skyloft would be cheer him up.” Cajun said, walking passed them towards the Observation Deck. “Well, better go see what the surprise that thing is.” He continued forward. “Agreed. Let’s get a move on, Fireteam.” Sarge stood up straight. “Commanders going to want us there for this.” Everyone formed up and walked towards the deck. Archangel and Ash kept side-by-side, Kakashi and Runner behind them, Alex and Sarge in the front. As they approached the Observation deck, the blue hues from the room could be seen down the corridor. Like back down at the base, but it glistened bright and off the walls, ceilings, everywhere. Ash looked at Archangel, then turned her gaze forward. The Commander was waiting for them. “Well, I see your team was successful once again. Congratulations you guys.” Samantha stood in front of the holo-projector. Heracles was decrypting the data at that moment for them. “Commander, the intel you provided doesn’t seem to provide anything except this insignia.” Heracles seemed both confused and concerned at what he was looking at. “Take a look here, this is all we got.” A projection appeared forward. It was a little static, but they could makeout what it was. Two cutlasses were crossed over a star with what seemed like snakes slithering from bottom to top, meeting in the middle. It was unique to say the least, but they’ve never seen it before. “And are you sure that this is all that is there to offer us?” Samantha looked impatient. She was sure there would be more to this than just some dumb Insignia. Heracles lowered the projection from the screen, “Just a second, there seems to be one single audio file... Here I’ll play it.” The insignia popped back up, an audio-frequency underneath it this time. “Soren, is everything going okay over there?” A mustered, but deep voice crackled. He didn’t seem concerned. “Sir, we’ve got an entire UNSC Navy Fleet here. I assume friends of yours? Regardless, we’ll try to hold our own the best we can. This equipment you gave us is outstanding. I’ll make the best use of it. If we can’t hold our own, I’ll make sure they bleed.” The reciepients voice was clear, it had a sinister taste to it. Serious. He wanted blood and he expressed it well. “Regardless of what you think you can or can’t do isn’t up to me. Boss wants you here tomorrow. Take the underground trail system we setup for you, take the Broadsword at the underground cave once you reach it and exit outside of the concealed cliffside. Don’t bring anyone with you. That’s an order.” The first voice was still a little staticy, but it seemed like he was done. His message was delivered. “We’re meeting at Fahro’s Temple. I’ll send you the coordinates. You are to be there.” The other voice drowned out, dissipated. Runners eyes glowed up at the sound of Fahro. “Of course he does. Perfect timing on his part, I do say. I’d gladly die here. I want to see that ******* bleed. I’ll leave here immediately after I give the orders out tomorrow morning. The troops will be armed, and I’ll be out.” The audio ended. “That’s... all there is Commander. I can get you the coordinates, but we already know the location of the Temple.” Heracles wasn’t sure where to go with this, he was just waiting for the Commander. “That’ll be all Heracles. Thank you.” She said. Her voice stoic. She turned back towards the fireteam, they all stood to the left of her. “Alright you guys. Time to go back to Fahro. We’ve got our lead. This is the confirmation we needed from our last failed OP.” Commander turned to walk away. “Maam, if I may speak.” Alex spoke up for the first time. “I do believe the other caller, on what I assume was the sending end, did sound familiar but I can’t place my brains fingertips on it.” Alex was well known throughout the UNSC. It was bound to be a stray voice he heard somewhere before, but it most likely was just him thinking he heard it before more than anything. It was just so distant. “Well, Alex. This is why we have the intel. We’re going to go to Fahro and check it out for ourselves. We’ll see when we get there.” Moth spoke for the Commander. She nodded at him and continued out of the room. “You guys get yourself situated. We’ll be at Fahro in approximately 14 hours. Make sure you’re ready when the time comes to shine.” Moth turned to leave out of the Observation Deck as well. No one was going to hold him up for a conversation about the matter. Why would they? “Well, that’s that you guys. Guess we’re going back to Fahro.” Alex sighed with relief. “Runner, I hope this isn’t too much for you. Let’s get some rest, eat up, and we’ll gather tomorrow at 1500 at our Landing Bay.” Alex and Sarge left the room. Runner just kind of stood there. She was ready to head there. See what happened. Maybe Sliv was still alive, just compromised. Hopefully not captured and just hiding out. She had some hope for this. It was like a dream come true, she couldn’t wait to reunite with her best friend of life. “Well you heard the man, let’s go get some rest.” Archangel looked over at Ash. “You ready to head to our bunks and get some rest?” Ash looked at him, her face covered in dust and dirt. She smiled. She was happy to finally lay down and get some sleep. She’s got some stuff to soak in. The teams left out in the their normal groups. Archangel and Ash headed to the bunker. Kakashi and Runner headed to the Commons. Cajun headed back out to their landing bay to make sure their Condor was prepped and ready to go. Fauz was sure to be there doing the same already. What a great day, he thought. As he walked back. They finally got themselves something they were searching for, and he got to go work on the big guns. ~End of Chapter 2~

Every Warden Eternal boss fight is a different Warden Eternal. They're not the same.

Which Halo Reach did you play? Cause the one I did, didn't require any skill to rank up. You could literally play Firefight and hit Inheritor faster than playing competitive matchmaking. Also, Halo Infinite will have Halo Reach like customization. 343 already confirmed this.

Like I said before. Thorne is the only answer.

Damn, Hayden's here. Hatred. Lul.

Bruh, chill the heck out. The download says 70GB, but it literally replaces the whole infrastructure. The UI, the Menus, the Servers, LAN Support, etc. It's replacing a lot of bad crap with good crap to make the game run smoother and better. Also, you don't HAVE to install the entire game. If there's a game you don't want, uninstall it. Not a fan of Halo 4? Uninstall it. Not a fan of Halo 3? Uninstall it. This is just one of the many major updates. So expect your HDD to take more space. But alas, you're complaining about FIVE HALO GAMES being too big. Dude, chill out. That's actually amazing. Each games about 15 GB. Which is really cool. That's Multiplayer AND Campaign at 60FPS with Blur Cutscenes for Halo 2 and upgraded graphics on Combat Evolved. Honestly don't know why you're complaining. Halo 5 is one game, and it's almost 100GB.

UNSC Warlord Book 4: Rise of Tespan Chapter 1: Deployment A group of Marine’s were slaughtered at the Temple of Fahro, within a few minutes the base was taken over and secured by the imposed threat. ‘Temple of Fahro was one of Emissa’s sacred places that was currently being used as a relay post by UNSC Warlord.’ Activities of the sort have been happening all across the globe of Nessyapa. Speculation has it that there’s a group of Insurrectionists targeting these various locations across the globe, which doesn’t seem likely for a small armed resistance. Fireteam Falo, a group of ODST’s known for their stealth operations, were tasked with this job. Deployment would begin shortly, as their Pelican was approaching the island. “Alright team, this is another Stealth OP.” Captain Finch stood near the bay hatch. “You know the ground rules. We get in, figure out what the hell is going on, and get out. Keep the firefight to a minimum. We can’t blow this OP.” The hatch bay opened up, it was about a 10 feet drop onto the shoreline. Rocks and hills both swarmed the view in front of them. Only a few kilometers to go, and they’ll be at the Temple of Fahro. “Sliv and Quincy, grab your things. We’re moving out.” Finch grabbed his DMR and slapped the magazine in from the impact of the drop. Sliv fell shortly behind, shotgun in hand, already locked and ready. Quincy was already on the ground by the time Sliv arrived, his green woodland skin covered his entire sniper rifle. “Alright, Sliv. Move up on me. Quincy’s got our backs.” Finch swiveled past a few large rocks. Bright lights emitted from the hillscape in front of them. Whoever was here before them, is still here now. “Sir, three tango’s dead ahead. Third one’s headed out. We’re gonna have to push our way past them.” Quincy spoke in his rough, low, British voice. “There’s a rock on the edge, you could probably use to get the drop on them.” “Roger that, Quincy,” Finch responded while motioning Sliv towards the ledge. “We’ll get them. Quick and clean.” Finch motioned at Sliv, who was now above the two soldiers. He dropped down, the blade of his knife immediately penetrated the first targets throat. He pulled his knife out and sucker punched the next target. Knocking him cold to the ground. “Targets down,” Finch walked up beside Sliv, “Quincy, we’re moving up. On us.” “Roger that.” Quincy, closed up from behind. “Sir, tracker says target location is approximately one kilometer West of our position.” Sliv put away the tracker. A light glared in the distance. They kept moving. A few more guards were spotted towards the right, luckily out of the way. A retaining wall was up ahead. They could either climb over into safety, or risk going around and breaking their operation. The glare came over Sliv’s helmet again. This time she knew what it was, “Quincy, target tower overhead. Northwest, about sixty degrees by twenty high.” Quincy nodded at Sliv, suppressor quipped to his weapon, he raised the Sniper and pulled the trigger. Eliminated. Finch already had Sliv above the retaining wall, and was moving up himself. Quincy came over, and reached up and grabbed their hands for a boost. “Target in sight, fellas,” Finch stared in awe at the Temple in front of them. Sliv pushed passed them, taking lead towards the door. “Doesn’t look like anyone’s home.” Quincy said, as they got closer to the door. The lights were on inside and out, but no one’s in sight other than those few guards they past by. “Keep a close watch, we made it this far, but we still gotta make it back.” Finch sounded a little worried as he entered the passcode to the door. The Temple was secured by the UNSC to keep out intruders and siege’s from happening. However, this seemed to prove otherwise. Either a threat bigger than they imagine, or a small tactical force got the hand on them. The door unlocked. They went in. Nobody was inside, everything was the way it was supposed to be. Monitor’s intact, generators online, and... “Oh my god.” Sliv almost screamed, she couldn’t believe what she saw. Quincy and Finch followed her gaze towards the ceiling. Both of them gasped in horror. The Marine’s were hanging by the ropes, dangling from the ceiling with the words ‘YOU’RE NEXT’ smeared in blood behind them. “Wha-... What do you guys think they mean by ‘You’re Next?’, Sliv saw Quincy fall to the floor; quickly turning to her side as she heard Finch. “Oh no.” She knew what was about to happen. She turned around, only to see a rifle punching her in the face, knocking her out on the ground with her comrades. “Secure the bodies, bring them outside.” A loud, calm, American voice shouted. It sounded familiar. But who? Moments passed by, what felt like hours was merely just seconds. Sliv could feel the mixture of the cool air mixed with the warm breeze. It just got colder. Oh no. She knew what was about to happen. Were... Were they stripping her clothes? Why? Why would they do this? Were they doing this to the other two as well? This couldn’t be happening right now. She wanted to scream, but couldn’t. What use would it do her anyways? Nobody else was nearby. “Sliv, on my way for extraction. You better be ready in fifteen minutes.I don’t care how hot the zone is, you need to get out of there now. A large force has just show itself on the radar. It’s not safe!” It was their Pilot, Lewith. If only he knew what just happened to them. Sliv felt her earpice being removed, then crushed. So much for that anyways. Like it would even matter. She felt something poke her. Here we go, she thought. They poked her again, this time even harder. Her eyes flew open. A fire was in the distance, it was the Temple. They set it on fire, but why. She looked around for answers. She saw them. Finch and Quincy were tied up. Rifles aimed at there heads. She couldn’t make out what they were saying, probably questioning if there were more of them or who sent us. Then she noticed. They both had their armor stripped, left in their undersuits. That’s when a sigh of relief flew over her. She was in hers as well. But what were they doing with their armor? A few more individuals walked by. Their armor and weapons in hand. Wait. Were they going to board their Pelican and take out Lewith, and use the ship for their own need and desires? No. She needed to warn him, but how? Two gunshots fired off, both came from a pistol. She looked over and saw what happened. The horror in her eyes. Finch and Quincy were dead. It was too late for them now, but not her. “We got what we need.” The voice from earlier came back to haunt her. She couldn’t see who this figure was, but she could hear him loud and clear. “Kill the girl. Leave a message for the next team they send. Let them know what they’re messing with.” The voice got quieter, she heard him walking away. The sound of him entering a heavy vehicle could be heard. The vehicle raised. Now she knew what it was. They had a Mantis. But how? How could they have one here? As she saw some more individuals close in on her, weapons ready to fire... A Pelican flew over them, full throttle. It started to turn around. Lewith already knew they were done for, but it seemed he was willing to violate protocol just to pay his own respects. Oh no, this was bad. This was very very bad. Whoever these guys were, were imposing a good threat for a small armed force. There’s no way to explain it. They had one of the new expiremental Hannibal Mantis’ fully operational and everything. The Mantis fired at the Pelican. Within seconds, the ship lost control and was on its way for a crash landing towards them. ‘Maybe this was good, maybe Lewith would still have some control and was willing to use his last breath to ram his ship into this threat.’ but she was dead wrong. Something was charging up, it was really really loud. It sounded from above her. Sliv noticed the previous indivuals were gone, they ran away. She looked up, and realized why. These guy’s had a god damn Condor Gunship! But how in the world did they get that. Who exactly are these people? They were definitely no small armed force if they had this much power. This is bigger than they thought. If only she could have let Command know. Everything she had was down. Her comms were destroyed, the Temple was blazed. She was lost in thought for too long that she forgot what was going on. The Condor fired on the Pelican, a loud explosion was heard as the round pierced through the Pelican. It was obliterated to millions of pieces. She realized it was too late. Her body was numb, she could still move. Maybe even stand. She got up on her knees, then slowly got control to stand up. Pssht. A silent round pierced her leg, she let out a cry of pain. The adrenaline kicked in hard. She stood back up. She started to move away, this time faster. Psssht. Another round pierced her, this time in her other leg. There was no way she could keep going. She turned around, about a quarter way in her turn the Pelican debris rammed her thirty feet into the ground. It happened so fast, she didn’t have any time to process the thought. A warm liquid surrounded her. She felt perfect for the first time in awhile. A deep breath escaped her as she gave in and let out. Fireteam Falo was dead. Their mission objective failed. ~End of Chapter 1~ (*Touchup, will have a personal banner made later on for this Book)

Doesn't even make sense. I don't even understand why Halo 3: ODST is in there. It was titled as "Master Chief Collection" because it was a port-collection of all games starring Master Chief ONLY.

Yoshi talked me into doing this... Damn him.

Time to prepare for the Breaking Bad references... *Sigh*

Xbox Anywhere is for select titles. The last AAA game to be on Xbox Anywhere is Gears of War 4, that's a year ago. Microsoft already sorta jumped ship with having AAA games on Xbox Anywhere, as they make a huge profit from e-sports on console. Jump ship all you want, you'll just end up like the rest: Complaining it's not on PC Microsoft makes more money by forcing you to play on Console, you pay for their hardware, they get part of the royalty on the game. Simple.

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1. Then go back to playing WoW or ESO. 2. No it's not, lmao. If you play every single day, and play Warzone with XP boosts. You can skyrock fast. I was SR70-something and played Warzone with an SR124, I did better than him and he played consistently. And just because you have a disability, doesn't mean your skill goes up. Your skill is based on how you play, nothing else. 3. Still pointing it out, you said I'm farming Warzone. Yet here you are, not far away behind me. Lmao, I solo queue a lot in Warzone and I solo BTB a lot as well. All you're doing is acting like one of the entitled kids that GrimBrotherOne and the rest of 343 have talked about. You have no idea what the difference between farming and skill is. Especially since I usually run top of leaderboard. The only time I play as a team is when I hop in Team Arena with Drizzy_Dan. I play SWAT and rank Champ on my own. Sometimes you don't complain if you can do it on your own. However, if I wanted to farm. I could definitely do so. I have a company, yet we go for quick cores. But just to prove a point, and I see you on the scoreboard. I could definitely re-arrange that. 4. "I don't play with others." Exactly the reason you came here in the first place. If you started to hit people up, you could've been better off. What you should've done is came here to these forums, saying "Hey guys, looking for some good players to play with or players to help me out." If that was the case, maybe things would be reversed and I would have offered a hand as well as would many others. And maybe I would have been nicer. But you came here complaining and bringing in irrelevant logic. So I escalated the situation. Plus, don't message me on Xbox swearing or trying to call me out because you're salty. I will comms ban you. If you have a problem, make it civil. I also used a bot to render the stats, lol.