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 Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 1:36 am
Its okay ZNK, don't worry.We don't want to frighten skyking26 now. Just don't make any sudden movments or loud noises.....
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 1:58 am
-pulls out a large stamp saying "incompetent" and smacks it onto skyking26's head-
DIE FIEND!
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 7:24 am
Do I really need to reiterate my comment about the caffeine? I mean, if I have to I will.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 11:01 am
Nah, Ian, you don't have to. I'll go make a post in UTCON as soon as I'm finished with FEAR 2 (scariest/awesome-est game this year).
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 11:38 am
Halo Historian Nah, Ian, you don't have to. I'll go make a post in UTCON as soon as I'm finished with FEAR 2 (scariest/awesome-est game this year). Fear is okay but just think...Resident Evil mixed with the Flood mixed with Saw! It'd be a trifecta from Hell!
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 12:47 pm
Turok is scary... dinosaurs wanting to eat you ;w; But all I want to do is huggle them D:
AND I AM NOT ON CAFFEINE! -drinks 5 cups of tea-
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 1:57 pm
ZNK Turok is scary... dinosaurs wanting to eat you ;w; But all I want to do is huggle them D:
AND I AM NOT ON CAFFEINE! -drinks 5 cups of tea- Eh, Turok is just showing sad we'd be up against some giant lizzards. Its just nature...sweet juicy, salted nature.....steak.....oh wait T-rex steak..... oh dear lord..... Brontosaurous bacon!!!
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 2:02 pm
Dude... FEAR 2 was epic, but the first FEAR I didn't like.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 2:26 pm
._. Mike, you have to rescue Hege...
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 3:07 pm
Oh ******** YEAH! This is the 343rd page of the Mess Hall ladies and Gentlemen. I think you all know what that means. TIME TO BE AS ANNOYING AS HELL AND FLOAT AROUND WITH A BLUE LIGHT THEN LEAVE AT THE MOST INOPPORTUNE MOMENT!
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 3:53 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 5:21 pm
<******** YEAH SEAKING!
-drops tank on your head-
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 6:45 pm
Seaking skyking....slight correlation between the two yes? umm ya...haha
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 7:39 pm
You do not deserve this ring! I have kept it safe. It belongs to me!
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 8:21 pm
LEGENDARY HALO
GREATEST JOURNEY The Arbiter stayed back to guard the door as the Master Chief and Johnson entered the immediately familiar Control Room. The Spartan had been in a nearly identical room once before. The return brought a minor chill to his spine as Cortana spoke.
Yank me Chief.
The Spartan pulled Cortana's computer chip out of his helmet and stared at it for a moment. Remembering the last time she was placed into Halo's mainframe. Not to mention what had happened when they were last separated.
"I'm not gonna lose her too."
The Spartan tossed the chip to Sergeant Major Johnson and watched him proceed before turning back to his duty of guarding the Control Room. The Sergeant Major walked towards the console located on the inner ring of the Control Room's catwalk. As he approached a familiar blue sphere floated humming, from above.
"Oh, hello! Wonderful news - the Installation is almost complete!"
"Terrific."
"Yes... isn't it?"
The two finally reached the console and the monitor spoke once more.
"I have begun my simulations. No promises, but initial results indicate that this facility should be ready to fire in just a few more days."
"We don't have a few more days!"
The Monitor stopped in mid air and sputtered for a moment, as if unsure of how to proceed.
"Bu-bu-but a premature firing will destroy the Ark!"
"Deal with it."
"...Will destroy this Installation..."
The floating sphere stopped glowing blue and took a warm red hue. Without hesitation the sphere fired an extremely powerful beam of directed energy into the chest of the unfortunate Sergeant.
"Unacceptable! Unacceptable! Absolutely unacceptable!"
The Spartan turned at the sound of Johnson's scream and flung himself into a sprint toward the fallen marine. He was stopped short by Guilty Spark's energy beam. His shield's were drained completely and he collapsed to the floor. The Arbiter turned to help before he too was cut down by the crazed artificial intelligence.
"Protocol dictates action! I see now that helping you was wrong!"
The Spartan attempted to rise before he was bombarded by Spark's laser once again. With no shielding to protect him, his armor took the damage directly. The material burned and began to smoke before he fell to his knees.
"You are the child of my makers. Inheritor of all they left behind. You are Forerunner! But this ring... is mine!
The Spartan rose to his feet as his shielding was finally able to recharge. The floating sphere emitted a large pulse of energy and knocked the human warrior to the edge of the catwalk. The Spartan lost his footing and tumbled to the ground. He clung to the edge for dear life and struggled to climb back up.
"I take no pleasure in doing what must be done."
The Spartan was able to claw his way back to the catwalk and climb to his feet. Once he was on his own two feet, he readied the MA5C-ICWS assault rifle and unloaded an entire clip into the Monitor's frame. The rounds did nothing, merely bouncing off of his hardened armor plating.
"You do not deserve this ring! I have kept it safe. It belongs to me!
The Master Chief loaded another magazine of ammunition into his weapon and waited for Spark's next move. He dodge the energy beam and kept Spark's full attention. The crazed Monitor commanded all of his attention as well. When suddenly a burst of red filled the room and the Monitor was knocked out of the air.
"Not for long."
The Spartan rushed to the fallen Sergeant and crouched beside him. The man looked up at the armored figure and strained to hold himself up. Before he collapsed, he passed his W/AV M6 G/GNR to the armor-clad soldier.
"Kick his a**..."
With those words he collapsed once more. The Monitor rose from the depths of the Control Room. Furious and slightly unhinged, the floating bulb forgot to aim at the Spartan and simply fired his weapon in the Master Chief's direction. The Spartan was quick enough to be able to dodge most of the blasts with just a scratch and to completely evade the others. The Spartan took careful aim and fired the nonlinear rifle directly into Guilty Spark's eye. The orb sputtered and was knocked back a few feet. It corrected its angle and floated back towards the Chief, albeit flying with a slant and leaking plasma from the sides.
"Damn it! Damn it! That hurt Reclaimer!"
The Spartan didn't allow Spark to Continue, as soon as the floating bulb came in range, the Chief fired another blast from the weapon, knocking Spark out of the air. The Monitor rose again, as if defying both the Master Chief and death itself.
"Think of you-ou-ou-our forerunner!"
The little robot had taken extensive damage and was bleeding plasma at an alarming rate. Its casing was distorted in a number of areas and its eye was cracked. The Monitor fired a sudden burst at the Spartan and knocked him off his feet. The orb drew closer, preparing to finish off the Spartan. The Master Chief fired once more at point-blank range, knocking the Monitor out of the air and causing it to land on the catwalk nearby. The Spartan used the G/GNR as a crutch to help himself to his feet before walking over to the Monitor and grabbing its now fractured casing. Spark's voice was shrill and highly deteriorated. This was the end.
"I a-a-a-am the Monitor of Installation Z-Ze-ro F-Four!"
The Master Chief looked at the Monitor, held him with his left hand, and drew back his right fist. He unleashed a tremendous punch to the Monitor's eye, shattering the alien material and exposing internal circuitry. He dropped the sphere and pinned it with one foot. Before giving it a chance to escape he fired the G/GNR at the exposed interior at point-blank range. The Monitor's internal components were reduced to melted scrap by the combined power of the weapon and its internal power source rupturing. The Spartan punted the Monitor's corpse away before it could do any damage, and with a blinding flash, Spark was gone. He turned to the fallen Sergeant and returned to his side. He knelt next to the wounded man and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm getting you out of here."
With a cough and slight hesitation, as if summoning up the will to continue, the Sergeant spoke.
"No... No you're not."
Johnson grasped the Chief's right hand with his own and returned Cortana's chip to the armored super-soldier.
"Don't - don't let her go. Don't... ever let her go.
The Sergeant coughed and realised that his mouth tasted like iron.
"Send me out... with a bang."
With that final wish, Avery Junior Johnson succumbed to his wounds, and became the final Marine casualty in humanity's war for survival. While his armor did not move, the Master Chief shuddered from the loss. He knew to push it aside and grieve at a later time, but of all the people he had known, his fellow Spartans, Dr. Halsey, The Marines, Johnson was the only one he could truly call a friend. After a deep breath, he let go of the dead man's hand and rose to his feet. He walked to the core, and held the data chip close enough for Cortana to transfer herself into the central computer, but he never let go of the chip. Her image appeared and she looked up at the silent man with a look of sorrow on her holographic face.
"Chief... I'm so sorry."
As always, the Spartan said nothing. He motioned with his hand for Cortana to complete the task at hand. She bowed her head, eyes closed, and gestured with her hand. There was the sound of a lock being opened, or something similar, and she transferred herself back to the chip. The Master Chief turned and placed Cortana's chip in the back of his helmet and turned to face the door. He composed himself as a beam of brilliant light shot forth from the unfathomable depths below. The Core was activated, and Halo set to fire. The Monitor's prediction was correct, the ring was not ready to fire, and the Control Room began to shake itself apart. Large chunks of the ceiling began to fall apart, crashing down onto the platform below, jarring it from its anchors on the side of the chamber. The platform slanted and Johnson's body slid into the darkness below. As soon as the first tremor shook the Control Room the Master Chief was on his way to the door; Halo collapsing all around him.
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