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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Mar 17, 2009 15:52:58 GMT -5
I just thought of a way to explain halo. Everyone thinks the forrunners built halo and all the shield worlds and shit. But whati shtey just ADDED to them. Every Covenant builds up the rings a bit more. The forrunner Covenant was the most successful in their attempt to stop the flood cause they were the most recent. Which would explain why halo didnt kill everyone off all the other times it was fired. It was incomplete! but now it is finally ready to deliver the final punch. tah-dah? we have a winner
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Post by Mizagium on Mar 17, 2009 16:48:16 GMT -5
Hows it coming along?
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Mar 17, 2009 16:50:03 GMT -5
whatever is in the past to pages is how far we've come....
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Post by Mizagium on Mar 17, 2009 16:57:55 GMT -5
Nice.
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Mar 18, 2009 9:38:47 GMT -5
November 3rd, 2554 (UNSC calendar) Ninth Age of Reclamation Location unknown
Zenka R’tamee had never been a superstitious type, but now could not shake the dark feeling that was creeping upon him. He unconsciously pulled his cloak, blown about in the wind, tighter across his pitch black armor. He scanned the horizon again. This meeting would be one of the last, if they were correct.
Zenku glanced out across the landscape. It was one of the last few human colonies that the Covenant had not glassed in their genocidal war. It was small, and heavily wooded, with the normal fauna one would expect from a thriving life-giving colony. The sun was just peaking over the horizon, casting the land in shadows, which Zenku found odly appropriate.
Times were changing, that much the Elite was certain of. The Covenant was shattered and Earth was under siege. Zenka turned as the sound of footsteps reached him.
Another figure approached, smaller than Zenka by almost a full head. He gave a small nod but said nothing. He too was covered in a dark cloak, his face masked. Zenka resisted a sigh. It was always so, with the council. Always secrecy, hidden identity and lies. Zenku hated it; he was a Sangheili warrior! His blood boiled at the lack of warrior approach to all of this.
But……it must be so, he knew.
Suddenly the second, shorter figure spoke. “They are late again.” Said the man. His voice was crisp and tense with a slight Slavic accent. Zenku nodded in his direction but did not reply.
A moment later there was a distant chuk chuk chuk coming from over the horizon.
“Ah, there they are.” Zenku said while the man simply nodded. The sound got louder as the figure of a Covenant Phantom dropship sped closer into view. Covenant had not been seen in this area for at least a year, since they figured out that all of the human population had fled to Earth or the surrounding colonies. Thus this world had been left untouched by the Covenant or even the Prophets in their hunt for Forerunner artifacts.
Which was precisely why they had chosen to convene here. The council, Zenka reflected, always chose to meet in places hidden yet always close to the heart of the conflict. Their last meeting had been on a Covenant capitol ship, over Delta Halo some weeks before. That had been a close call on all accounts and not even they had foreseen the betrayal of the Sangheili. Zenka felt his blood rise at the remembrance of how many of his brothers had been butchered by those dog Jirelhanae.
‘The human word for them…’Brutes’ is all too appropriate.’ Zenka thought bitterly.
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Post by sideshowrob96 on Mar 23, 2009 17:08:25 GMT -5
remember what i said about me helping with writing Gravemind speeches.
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Post by Mizagium on Mar 23, 2009 17:20:11 GMT -5
post moar.
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Mar 23, 2009 17:21:52 GMT -5
when I write moar....
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Post by Mizagium on Mar 23, 2009 17:23:06 GMT -5
I mean Rob.
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Mar 23, 2009 19:06:03 GMT -5
November 3rd, 2554 (UNSC calendar) Ninth Age of Reclamation Location unknown
Zenka R’tamee had never been a superstitious type, but now could not shake the dark feeling that was creeping upon him. He unconsciously pulled his cloak, blown about in the wind, tighter across his pitch black armor. He scanned the horizon again. This meeting would be one of the last, if they were correct.
Zenku glanced out across the landscape. It was one of the last few human colonies that the Covenant had not glassed in their genocidal war. It was small, and heavily wooded, with the normal fauna one would expect from a thriving life-giving colony. The sun was just peaking over the horizon, casting the land in shadows, which Zenku found odly appropriate.
Times were changing, that much the Elite was certain of. The Covenant was shattered and Earth was under siege. Zenka turned as the sound of footsteps reached him.
Another figure approached, smaller than Zenka by almost a full head. He gave a small nod but said nothing. He too was covered in a dark cloak, his face masked. Zenka resisted a sigh. It was always so, with the council. Always secrecy, hidden identity and lies. Zenku hated it; he was a Sangheili warrior! His blood boiled at the lack of warrior approach to all of this.
But……it must be so, he knew.
Suddenly the second, shorter figure spoke. “They are late again.” Said the man. His voice was crisp and tense with a slight Slavic accent. Zenku nodded in his direction but did not reply.
A moment later there was a distant chuk chuk chuk coming from over the horizon.
“Ah, there they are.” Zenku said while the man simply nodded. The sound got louder as the figure of a Covenant Phantom dropship sped closer into view. Covenant had not been seen in this area for at least a year, since they figured out that all of the human population had fled to Earth or the surrounding colonies. Thus this world had been left untouched by the Covenant or even the Prophets in their hunt for Forerunner artifacts.
Which was precisely why they had chosen to convene here. The council, Zenka reflected, always chose to meet in places hidden yet always close to the heart of the conflict. Their last meeting had been on a Covenant capitol ship, over Delta Halo some weeks before. That had been a close call on all accounts and not even they had foreseen the betrayal of the Sangheili. Zenka felt his blood rise at the remembrance of how many of his brothers had been butchered by those dog Jirelhanae.
‘The human word for them…’Brutes’ is all too appropriate.’ Zenka thought bitterly.
The Phantom hovered over his head, creating an almost deafening shriek. Zenku winced. The Covenant vehicles had never been known for their stealth.
THe dropship deposited two figures.
The first was even shorter than the second arrival, comming only to the hooded man's chest. And as for the last....he didn't even need to hide his appearnce. It was quite obvious that he was a Prophet.
Zenku looked around at the gather beings.
There were only the four of them left.
"Welcome, members of the council." THe prophet spoke, bobbing slightly in his grav-chair. The short figure nodded quickly, displaying a jittery tenancy. "As you know, this may well be our last meeting." the prophet continued. His voice sounded brittle, and yet carried a strength that would make even a Sangheili give pause.
"Enough of this cloak and dagger shit." the other man, who had arrived after Zenku, interjected. The prophet sighed.
"Very well, Colonel Andrews." he said. THe prophet drew back his hood, revealing an aged, wise face. "There. The prophet of Benediction is present."
THe man snorted and drew back his hood, revealing him to be a middle-aged human, wearing the Navy colors of a decorated Colonel. "Colonel Jeremy Andrews, present." he said shortly. The short one timidly pulled back his hood.
No matter how many times Zenku saw it, he could not believe that the Unngoy were a part of the council.
"Fazik, present." the Grunt chirped, his black armor glinting in the fading light. Everyone turned to Zenku, and he nodded, pulling back his own hood.
"Special Forces Zenka R'tamee, present." he murmured deeply. Benediction nodded.
"And with that, we are complete."
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Mar 23, 2009 19:15:02 GMT -5
yay
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Mar 24, 2009 17:19:00 GMT -5
here's a little motivational video.
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Mar 24, 2009 17:37:37 GMT -5
k
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Mar 31, 2009 9:42:15 GMT -5
November 3rd, 2554 (UNSC calendar) Ninth Age of Reclamation Location unknown
Zenka R’tamee had never been a superstitious type, but now could not shake the dark feeling that was creeping upon him. He unconsciously pulled his cloak, blown about in the wind, tighter across his pitch black armor. He scanned the horizon again. This meeting would be one of the last, if they were correct.
Zenku glanced out across the landscape. It was one of the last few human colonies that the Covenant had not glassed in their genocidal war. It was small, and heavily wooded, with the normal fauna one would expect from a thriving life-giving colony. The sun was just peaking over the horizon, casting the land in shadows, which Zenku found odly appropriate.
Times were changing, that much the Elite was certain of. The Covenant was shattered and Earth was under siege. Zenka turned as the sound of footsteps reached him.
Another figure approached, smaller than Zenka by almost a full head. He gave a small nod but said nothing. He too was covered in a dark cloak, his face masked. Zenka resisted a sigh. It was always so, with the council. Always secrecy, hidden identity and lies. Zenku hated it; he was a Sangheili warrior! His blood boiled at the lack of warrior approach to all of this.
But……it must be so, he knew.
Suddenly the second, shorter figure spoke. “They are late again.” Said the man. His voice was crisp and tense with a slight Slavic accent. Zenku nodded in his direction but did not reply.
A moment later there was a distant chuk chuk chuk coming from over the horizon.
“Ah, there they are.” Zenku said while the man simply nodded. The sound got louder as the figure of a Covenant Phantom dropship sped closer into view. Covenant had not been seen in this area for at least a year, since they figured out that all of the human population had fled to Earth or the surrounding colonies. Thus this world had been left untouched by the Covenant or even the Prophets in their hunt for Forerunner artifacts.
Which was precisely why they had chosen to convene here. The council, Zenka reflected, always chose to meet in places hidden yet always close to the heart of the conflict. Their last meeting had been on a Covenant capitol ship, over Delta Halo some weeks before. That had been a close call on all accounts and not even they had foreseen the betrayal of the Sangheili. Zenka felt his blood rise at the remembrance of how many of his brothers had been butchered by those dog Jirelhanae.
‘The human word for them…’Brutes’ is all too appropriate.’ Zenka thought bitterly.
The Phantom hovered over his head, creating an almost deafening shriek. Zenku winced. The Covenant vehicles had never been known for their stealth.
THe dropship deposited two figures.
The first was even shorter than the second arrival, comming only to the hooded man's chest. And as for the last....he didn't even need to hide his appearnce. It was quite obvious that he was a Prophet.
Zenku looked around at the gather beings.
There were only the four of them left.
"Welcome, members of the council." THe prophet spoke, bobbing slightly in his grav-chair. The short figure nodded quickly, displaying a jittery tenancy. "As you know, this may well be our last meeting." the prophet continued. His voice sounded brittle, and yet carried a strength that would make even a Sangheili give pause.
"Enough of this cloak and dagger shit." the other man, who had arrived after Zenku, interjected. The prophet sighed.
"Very well, Colonel Andrews." he said. THe prophet drew back his hood, revealing an aged, wise face. "There. The prophet of Benediction is present."
THe man snorted and drew back his hood, revealing him to be a middle-aged human, wearing the Navy colors of a decorated Colonel. "Colonel Jeremy Andrews, present." he said shortly. The short one timidly pulled back his hood.
No matter how many times Zenku saw it, he could not believe that the Unngoy were a part of the council.
"Fazik, present." the Grunt chirped, his black armor glinting in the fading light. Everyone turned to Zenku, and he nodded, pulling back his own hood.
"Special Forces Zenka R'tamee, present." he murmured deeply. Benediction nodded.
"And with that, we are complete." Andrews grunted impatiently. Out of all the members, Andrews was the most hot-headed and, to be honest, Zenka sometimes wondered why the human was on this council at all.
'Because he knows the truth.' the sangheili reminded himself. 'His race is as much a part of this as ours.'
"Right, then I shall report first." said Andrews. "As you know, a fleet of Covenant have begun to assault Earth." the features on the human were taunt and angry, but there was also a hint of meloncholy, if not resignation. "From what we have learned from their battle-net, it seems that the fleet, until a few days ago, was lead by the Prophet of Regret." Zenka saw Benediction roll his eyes in a very 'un-prophit- way. There was a bit of history between the two.
"From what we can tell, this fleet had no idea that this was humaity's home-wrld, This explains the small size of the fleet." Andrews continued. There was a trace of bitter humor in his voice. It was irony of sorts; that after all the sacrifice and hard-work that humanity had been put through to hide the planet, that it would be found on accident. "We were doing well in fending them off." Andrews visibly slumped. "At least..until the Prophet of Truth showed up with even more ships."
Zenka frowned and noted that the council members shifted uneasily. Truth wass by far the most dangerous of the hierarchs. "They landed in the region of Africa. And then they started digging." Andrews concluded. Zenka's mouth twisted into something akin to a frown.
The false Covenant showed nothing in their patterns but genocide. There had been a few exceptions of course, but those had been on worlds with......
"Do you think..." Zenka said, a horrible suspicion creeping into his bass voice. The other members were suddenly realizing the horrible truth themselves.
"They..have found the Gate?" Fazik asked in a chirping clipped voice. Benediction sighed.
"It would appear so. Gods know what kind of hell will be unleashed if those religious fools open it!"
Andrews had a deep frown on his face, considering something. "There is hope. Last report indicated that the Spartan has been sent into that area." he said. There was a pause as the council processed this. The Spartan, Master Chief was a legend among the Covenant. A demon that had slain thousands of their kind.
'Then we must hope that he will stop Truth." Zenka said finally. Benediction nodded.
"Indeed. For if he fails...humanity, and the rest of the galaxy will fall. We must count on this 'Spartan'. This Master Chief, for only he can save us now."
-End Prologue-
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Mar 31, 2009 16:08:32 GMT -5
AWESOME
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Apr 2, 2009 9:37:22 GMT -5
sooo any ideas for chapter 1?
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Apr 3, 2009 8:14:35 GMT -5
nope
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Apr 5, 2009 8:47:12 GMT -5
should I go ahead and put this on ff.net?
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Apr 5, 2009 10:02:10 GMT -5
sure
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