I just found this.....
Wow, Iapos;m so dumb.
First off, you probably canapos;t read this
1.)� the quotations arenapos;t affiliated with a person speaking. Since I wrote it, I knew who was who talking
2.) No one in their right mind should know any of this stuff...
3.) If you do, awesome But yea, at the time, I was like, man this is good.� Now itapos;s not the best Iapos;ve done lol
4.) I wrote this a few years ago, so shut up
Halo 3
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apos;Master Chief, can you hear me?apos;�� apos;apos;Cortana?apos;apos;�apos;Yes.�Iapos;ve uploaded a copy of my program into your HUD interface system.�I needed to customize most of my abilities to utalize my normal potential.apos;�apos;apos;Itapos;s good to have you back.apos;apos;�apos;You need to stop this ship before it lands on Earth.apos;�apos;apos;Any sugestions?apos;apos;�apos;Of course.apos;�apos;apos;Well?apos;apos;�apos;Give me a second to link into the Covanent battle network.�Thereapos;s new traffic info. On the Prophet of Truthapos;s actions.�It seems as if he is planning on taking over the orbital guns instead of knocking them out. He has called for a massive invasion armada to meet 300 miles outside of the orbital stationsapos; MAC guns cannonsapos; range.�The Prophet has already bugged out.�His ship has already landed on Earth.�He is going to begin the last assault on Earth before he glasses the planet. We are running out of time Chief.�You will have to hi-jack a covenant flagship before it meets with the other ships.�Once you take control of the ship, I can use my modified plasma cannons to destroy or at least damage the other ships as they enter out of slipstream, one by one. If our orbital guns are still online, that should give them enough time to take them out.apos;�� apos;apos;One problem.�How do we get out of here?apos;apos;�apos;Thereapos;s a launch bay nearby.�Six pelican cruisers are docked.�You should be familiar with their control system.�Take one out of here with a few well fired missles.apos;�apos;apos;Sounds like you have everything under control.apos;apos;�apos;Formulating plans is one thing, youapos;ll have to carry them out.�Expect heavy Covanent and Flood resistance.�They still control this ship, and they still hate you.apos;�apos;apos;Wouldnapos;t have it any other way.apos;apos;�apos;Meet up with the Arbitor at the Nav point.�He will be waiting for you, but this time to help us out.apos;�apos;apos;The Arbitor?apos;apos;�apos;You will rendevous with the Arbitorapos;s longsword interceptor vessel.�He will get you clearance into the flagship.�From there youapos;ll have to do what you do best, destroy everything unfriendly.apos;�apos;apos;Now youapos;re talking. Can we trust the Arbitor?�We are putting a lot of faith in this mission.�I prefer to be in control.apos;apos;�apos;I know Master Chief, but we have no choice.�You will need his help to end this war.apos;�apos;apos;Iapos;m going to have to trust you on this.�Admiral, do you copy?apos;apos;�apos;Yes Master Chief.�I donapos;t think we need any help from those Covanent bastards, but if thats what Cortana thinks, Iapos;ll wait awhile before I kill it.�We can provide cover for you once you get to the Pelican.�After that, youapos;re on your own.apos;�apos;apos;Understood.�Protect those orbital guns as long as you can.�If they get taken over I may have to destroy them.�Make sure your men understand that, and they get out of there on time.apos;apos;�apos;Affirmative Master Chief.�Good luck.apos;
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The sound of Master Cheifapos;s armor echoed thoughout the long hallways as he ran toward the launch bay.�He knew he shouldnapos;t be making so much noise, but Earth was running out of time.�Another hallway, still empty.�He checked his motion scanner.�Nothing was there.�He entered a small room just outside of the launch bay, MA5B assault riffle raised to fire.�apos;This is it.�It should be just through those doors.�Expect minor resistance.apos;�apos;apos;Roger that Cortana.apos;apos; While he aknowledged his orders, he saw a shimmer in the corner of the room.�Before he could investigate, he was knocked off his feet by a hot bolt of plasma.�His shields flared and slowly began to recharge.�He rolled over and fired blindly into the air.�His salvo of bullets struck something and he heard a howl of pain.�Slowly a figure appeared out of nowhere.�A red-armored elite, bleeding blue blood down its chest.�It dove on Master Chief and grabbed his throat.�Master Chief brought up his knee into the alienapos;s stomach then struck it with his fist in its bloody wound.�Caught off balance, the alien was an easy target.�Master Chief raised his riffle and fired a quick burst into the eliteapos;s mid-section.�He reloaded his weapon and headed through the door.
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Immediatly after he entered, the rest of the ship knew he was there.�The Master Chief rolled a frag grenade into a crowd of Grunt soldiers waiting to board their ship.�They shrieked and ran in fear and exploded in a ball of flame and shrapnel.�A royal guard Brute was advancing on Master Chief, raising his Brute Shot grenade launcher.�Master Chief rolled to avoid the first round of grenades.�He raised his riffle and fired.�Two Brute soldiers came directly toward the Master Chief, enraged by their fallen bretheren.�They charged on all fours, like gigantic apes that he had seen when he was on Reach as a child in school.�He fired controlled bursts into the skull of the nearest Brute.�The shots bounced off the protective helmet.�The Brute lowered its shoulder into the Master Chiefapos;s side, sending him crashing into the wall.�The second Brute made its charge.�Master Chief dove out of the way.�He got up and drop kicked the beast in the side of its head.�He grabbed his riffle and fired into the dazed Bruteapos;s throat.�The Master Chief felt a bolt of pain in his side as he went flying across the floor.�His shields flickered and died.�His riffle slid across the room.�The Brute was making another charge.�Master Chief stood up, ready this time.�He reached for his MA2B Magnum pistol strapped at his side.�He raised the weapon and fired three shots into the alienapos;s face.�The bay was now clear for him to get onto the ship.�He raced for the Pelican and opened the door.�apos;Iapos;m picking up massive motion readings bound for this launch bay.�I think you caused to much of a comotion here.apos;�apos;apos;Well if im going before they get to meet me, I might as well leave them something to remember me by.apos;apos;�apos;A shiva nuclear warhead?�We may not make it out in time.apos;�apos;apos;The Pelican should still have one onboard.�We always get out of these situations.�Thatapos;s why Doctor Halsey picked me.�Iapos;m lucky.apos;apos;�apos;Letapos;s hope it hasnapos;t run out.apos;�As Master Chief fired up the engines, every door opened in the bay and let out groups of grunts lead by elites.�apos;apos;Cortana, arm the warhead.apos;apos;�apos;Affirmative.�Warhead armed.apos;�apos;apos;Fire archer missles pods A1 through A6 at the outer hull.apos;apos;�An explosion rocked the bay as the room decompressed.�The grunts and elites that were trying to tear the Pelican apart were sucked out of the room.�apos;Drop the warhead and get us out of hear Master Chief.apos;�apos;apos;Weapos;re already on our way out.apos;apos;�The Pelican speed away from the doomed ship and headed toward the rendevous point.�Seconds after their departial, the massive Forerunner ship detonated, obliterating the Floodsapos; threat on Earth, but not the Covenantsapos;.
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apos;Computer, how long until we reach the rendevous point?apos;�said the Arbitor.�apos;Approximately five minutes.apos;�The Arbitor reached for his Covenant energy sword and plasma riffle.�He thought he wouldnapos;t be needing them for awhile,�however, he wasnapos;t sure if he could trust this...human.�apos;It is strange that my whole life has been wasted serving those Prophets, and they are the ones that have been killing my people.�My revenge on their kind will be long deserved.�They must be stopped.�I suppose that the human may be my only way to get that chance.apos;�The Longsword reached the rendevous and halted until the human ship arrived.�The Arbitor made sure that there were no incoming Covenant vessels or any ship within scanning range.�The scans indicated that there was no threat except a lone Pelican landing craft.�The Arbitor armed the Interceptorapos;s missle pods but waited to fire.�apos;Computer, scan the incoming ship.apos;�apos;One human life aboard incoming vessel.apos;�apos;That must be him.apos;�The Pelican swerved and came to a stop aft of the Longsword.
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Master Chief locked his helmet on and prepared to exit his ship.�He released the lock on the door, pushed off and left the ship.�He floated toward the Longsword and grabbed on the hull.�The door opened nearby and he climbed inside.�� He closed the door behind him.�He turned around and saw an oddly armored elite.�He instinctively reached for his MA5B riffle but was able to restrain himself.�apos;You are the one they call Master Chief?apos;�apos;apos;Thatapos;s right.apos;apos;�apos;Then you know the one who devised this plan?apos;�apos;Iapos;m right here.�Master Chief uplink me to the ships computer system.apos;�apos;apos;Better?apos;apos;�apos;Much better.�Arbitor, I am Cortana.�I assume youapos;ve met me before or at least the part of me on Halo.�apos;Yes.�You told me the only way to stop the Prophet was to help the human by meeting him here.apos;�apos;Thatapos;s right.�We need you to pilot this ship and get clearance for the Master Chief into a Covenant flagship.�Then you can help him get to the main deck and take over the weapons onboard.�We need them to stop the invasion army and protect the orbital guns.apos;�apos;This is a very dangerous plan.�I would not enjoy death with a human, however, I have no choice.�I will help you Master Chief.apos;�apos;apos;Good. I can use someone on my side for a change.apos;apos;
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apos;Head the ship towards the Covanent rendevous point.�Wait for them there.apos;�The Longsword swept through the empty space.�Master Chief looked out the viewing window.�Suddenly, hundreds of points of light appeared and slowly, the Covanent army arrived out of slipspace.�apos;apos;Did you know that this many ships would be here?�There must be over a thousand.apos;apos;�apos;Yes I knew Chief.apos;�apos;apos;You believe that one ship can take them all out?apos;apos;�apos;Of course not, but I believe that if you are on the offensive, we can not lose.�You continually surprise me every mission we share together.apos;�apos;apos;Even so, I am only human.�You know that we can not achieve victory by ourselves, so why did you plan this mission?apos;apos;�apos;I have some help coming.�Donapos;t worry about that now.�Keep your head in the mission.apos;�apos;Human, weapos;re almost to the ship.�Get your weapons ready.apos;�The Longsword steadied and entered the hanger of the gigantic, tear-shaped flagship.�apos;Good no one is suspicious yet.�Use that to your advantage as long as you can.apos;�apos;apos;Understood.apos;apos;
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The hanger was full of floating, tentacled scientists, who paid no attention to the newly arrived threat to their existance but kept on fixing their strange electronic parts on the docked ships.�The Arbitor looked at them with disgust as he walked by.�He never liked their kind much before but now that he knew they were still helping the Prophet, he hated them even more.�He readied his plasma riffle and waited for the Master Chief by the hanger door.�The Master Chief raised his MA5B riffle and went through the door.�The next room was filled with the sound of plasma bolts searing the flesh of aliens of all kinds.�The Arbitor ran up to meet his ally.�apos;Arbitor, glad you could make it.�I recieved your message that you would be here.�I thought we could be of some assistance.apos;�apos;Iapos;m glad to see you here, but I never sent any message.apos;�apos;You can thank me later.apos;�apos;apos;When did you meet them Cortana?apos;apos;�apos;I met quite a few people on Halo i suppose.apos;�apos;Arbitor, my team of elites is at your command.�They know how to deal with enemies, even if they are our kind.�We will help you as long as we can.apos;�apos;Thank you.�We have to get to the main deck.�Master Chief, are you ready?apos;�apos;apos;I thought youapos;d never ask.apos;apos;
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The squad of eight now moved out the door and down a hall heading towards the control bridge.�apos;Iapos;m picking up hostiles through the next door.apos;�apos;apos;Any alternative routes?apos;apos;�apos;Negative Chief.�Make your way through as quickly as you can.�Be careful.apos;�Master Chief again raised his riffle as he made his way through the door.�The room was enormous.�Pillars and ledges filled the room, as well as Covanent aliens.�The elites set their cloaking devices and made their way through to the other side, killing any unsuspecting guards they could.�Master Chief began to make his way.�Going from pillar to pillar, he avoided the sentriesapos; view.�He met with the others at the door.�He knew he made it through peacefully this time, but when he came back, this would be another battlefield.�The group proceded through the door and down another hallway.�They came upon a large door with several locks and two royal Brute guards.�Four of the elites moved out, cloaked, drew their swords, and in one flash of light, killed the two Brutes.�apos;Chief, the main deck is on the other side of this room.�Weapos;ve got to get through this door.�Give me a minute to link with their system...Got it�Doors open Chief.apos;�apos;apos;Good work Cortana.apos;apos;�They made their way into a dark and strange looking room.�Large cell doors were in every wall.�A few of the doors look as if they had been ripped off by something.�apos;Do you hear something?apos; asked the Arbitor.�Listen.apos;�Master Chief turns to look at the Arbitor and hears a loud thumping and then the same, horrible, familiar sound.�The Flood was here.�The sound of plasma fire got him out of his trance.�He turned around and saw hundreds of the parasitic Flood abominations.�The elites were fighting for their lives, trying to keep the creatures off of them.�Master Chief and the Arbitor raised their guns and fired a steady stream to keep the Flood at bay.�The elites backed off and fired their weapons.�apos;apos;The good thing about this kind of Flood is they are easy to kill.apos;apos; said the Master Chief as he popped the last few parasites out of existance.�Just then he heard that same pounding sound but much louder coming from the rafters.�apos;I think it would be wise to leave this place now.apos;�apos;Iapos;m with him.�Chief, get us out of here.apos;�The pounding continued as they raced for the door.�apos;Iapos;m picking up large signs of movement right above us.�Leave NOWapos;�Too late.�An enormous hand swiped down and knocked an elite into the opposite wall.�The creature jumped down and stood before Master Chief.�apos;apos;Cortana, what the hell is that?apos;apos;�apos;It looks like a Brute but taken over by the Flood.�Whatever it is, you can kill it.apos;�apos;apos;Thats what I wanted to know.apos;apos;�The creature did look like a Brute but a Brute that has been dead for a week and turned inside out.�It raised its massive arm and swung at the Arbitor.�He dove out of they way and pulled out his sword.�The Brute-Flood swung again, but this time when it looked at its arm, nothing was there.�It bellowed a deep screech and charged at him again.�The elites fired their plasma riffles at its sides, burning holes along its mutilated flesh but not stopping it.�Again the Arbitor raised his sword, ready.�The beast took the blade head on and kept going until it reached its target and hit it with all its might.�The Arbitor lay twenty meters away, unarmed.�The creature heads straight for him again.�Master Chief sprinted straight at it and hit it with his shoulder.�The creature turned and advanced on him.�He pulled out a grenade, rolled out of the beastapos;s charge, and threw it right into a newly made hole from the elites.�Three seconds later, the room was full of blood and entrails.�They regrouped at the door and went through.
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Two gold-armored elites stood ready to face the intruders.�Master Chief fire a quick burst into the alienapos;s face then finished it off with a powerful strike from the butt of his riffle.�The elites overwhelmed the other enemy with a hail of plasma fire.�apos;Good work Chief.�Get me to the main computer so I can uplink to its system.apos;�apos;You plan to take out the entire Covanent fleet with a single ship?apos;�apos;apos;Yes.�Thatapos;s our best option right now.apos;apos;�The elites now began to look worried.�They were warriors, they didnapos;t want to die in a space battle where they could do nothing to prevent it.�Master Chief understood their fear.�He was the exact same way but had learned to trust Cortana when he knew it was important.�apos;Chief weapos;re ready to move into position.�Lock down the doors and have someone positioned at all of them.�You stay up here.�I may need you to take manual controls if something happens.apos;�apos;apos;Understood.apos;apos;�apos;Chief, the guns are being taken over�We need support�They are the last hope for Earthapos;�apos;apos;Admiral?�I have orders to remain here to slow down the Covanent.apos;apos;�apos;Iapos;m giving you new orders damnit�Get over here now�The luitenant needs you there.apos;�apos;apos;Iapos;m on my way.apos;apos;�apos;Chief, take the Arbitor with you.�Youapos;ll need him later.�He is your new team.apos;�apos;apos;What about you?apos;apos;�apos;I have to stay and control the weapons.�Everyone must do their part.�This is Earthapos;s last chance.apos;�apos;apos;Good luck Cortana.�Take care.apos;apos;�apos;Thank you Chief.�You too.apos;�apos;apos;Arbitor, letapos;s goapos;apos;
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Master Chief and the Arbitor made their way back to the hanger as quickly as possible, stopping only to dispatch of the local grunts in their path.�When they reached the hanger, they saw a group of elites commanding some Jackels to continue their search of the ship.�Directly in front of the main door towered three large Hunters, guarding the enterance.�apos;apos;Damn.�We donapos;t have the time or firepower to deal with these things right now.apos;apos;�apos;Let me handle this.apos;�The Arbitor cloaked, then headed toward the Hunters with his sword at the ready.�Master Chief tried to watch him as he moved but lost sight of the shimmer soon after he left.�Moments later he heard three loud cracks, and then heard three bodies drop to the floor.�The Arbitor uncloaked and looked at the Master Chief.�apos;apos;Something about this seems familiar...Linda?apos;apos;�The Master Chief began scanning the room frantically looking for his old teammate but was cut short when the elites saw the dead Hunters and came over to investigate.�The Arbitor raised his plasma riffle and reached for a plasma grenade.�He fired a sustained burst to hide the grenade when he threw it.�It stuck directly onto an elites chest, sparked, then ignited and filled the room with a blue-ish glow.�When the glow stopped, there were two dead elites, or at least parts of them, on the floor.�The Jackels saw what was happening and lined up with their shields to protect the remaining elites.�The elites fired a steady stream of fire at the Master Chief who dodged the fire and ducked behind the door.�The Arbitor fired his plasma riffle and then rolled behind an engineers work station.�The Master Chief banked a grenade off the far wall.�It landed behind the Jackelsapos; shields and enveloped them in flame.�One of the elites remained.�It ducked behind a docked ship and waited for its shield to recharge.�It rounded the corner and chucked a plasma grenade right at Master Chief.�Master Chief dove, but it adhered itself to his MA5B riffle.�He threw his weapon back at the elite, and it exploded in its face.�apos;apos;Weapos;ve got to get moving.apos;apos;�apos;We should take the Seraph fighter.�It will give us cover until we reach the orbital station.apos;�apos;apos;I donapos;t know how to fly one.apos;apos;�apos;But I do.apos;�apos;apos;Dr. Halsey?apos;apos;�apos;John�Sorry I scared you when I left, but I had things that needed to be done in order to stop the Covanent from wiping us out.�I had to retrieve my unfinished work on the Spartan 3 project and then finish it.apos;�apos;apos;Spartan 3?apos;apos;�apos;A highly advanced form of your current MJOLNIR battle armor.�It just might turn the tide of this war.apos;�apos;apos;Dr., how do we know this will work?�We had a lot of problems with the first two.�We donapos;t have enough time for testing and getting reaccustomed to new suits.apos;apos;�apos;Itapos;s already been tested and proven to be very effective.�See for yourself.apos;�Now he knew who was executing the sniping.�She came walking towards him in the new armor, standing almost seven feet tall and weighing about a half a ton, carrying her SRS99C-S2 AM sniper riffle over her shoulder.�Even though he couldnapos;t see her face, John knew it was Linda just by the way she walked and stood.�apos;apos;I knew that felt familiar.�Lindaapos;apos;�apos;John, Itapos;s great to see you againapos;�apos;apos;I thought for so long I was the last Spartan left.apos;apos;�apos;I canapos;t let you take all the glory.apos;�apos;apos;We have to get to the orbital guns now.�The Admiral needs us there.apos;apos;�apos;Let me put your armor on in the ship.�You are going to need it.apos;�apos;Donapos;t worry about getting used to it either, itapos;s even lighter than the old armor and it fits you perfectly.�The Covanent wonapos;t stand a chance.apos;�apos;apos;Letapos;s hope.apos;apos;�apos;Speaking of Covanent, what is that doing here?apos;�apos;apos;This is the Arbitor.�He is leading the Covanent rebelion.�Heapos;s on our side...for now.apos;apos;�apos;I guess I missed out on a lot.�Iapos;ll make up for it though.�Iapos;ve been anxious to try this suit out.apos;�apos;apos;Itapos;s time for us to leave.apos;apos;
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apos;How does it feel John?apos; asked Dr. Halsey as she placed the last piece of the MJOLNIR armor onto the Master Chief.�He felt the armor shift and mold to his shape.�He wasnapos;t sure if he could even tell he was wearing it with his eyes closed.�It was so light.�He moved his arm out to grab his helmet.�It took him a few seconds to realize his arm was already there.�He didnapos;t even know he had moved it.�apos;apos;Dr.?�How did I?apos;apos;�apos;The MJOLNIR 3 armor moves your body before you even think what you are going to do, almost like a preminition of the mind.�It will act on your impulses.�John felt a twinge of pain run through his arm.�He moved so fast his arm probably would have broken if he didnapos;t have the augmentations done �to his body when he was on Reach.�He placed his new helmet on and saw the HUD display light up.�His head was already turned towards Linda before he thought of what he wanted to say to her.�apos;apos;Did you ever receive any word on Fred?
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Sorry, but this is when the "real game" came out and totally sucked balls as far as the story went...� I think with a lot of alteration, my story could have been amazing... If you could tell where it was going, in the books 3 or 4 Spartans survived. A squad of Spartans would go to defend the orbital guns, and end up on Earth. A full fledged war would take place on the ground�while Cortana keeps the Covenant army at bay with the new plasma technology from the other book.� I dunno, I had a whole bunch of ideas back in the hay-day. Fuck if i remember now though. Shame.� So i better make my starwars movie before a shittier version comes out and ruins an amazing idea. If you read this entry, kudos :D youapos;re my favoritecontemporary dinning rooms, contemporary dinning set.
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