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Welcome to PROJECT: First Encounter, a Halopedia-namespace project page created by the user RR. This is not an effort to create fan fiction for Halopedia but an RPG for the enjoyment of the Halopedia Community.

Current Status as of August.28.2024: Setting up...

Background Plot
The world Coral has been known for its enigmatic properties, the voluminous electromagnetic field, the disproportionate atmosphere barely conducive to human life, and greatest of all - the Forerunner structures that run underneath its crust. However, on November 3, 2552, hell materializes on Coral for the UNSC garrison. The structures unearth themselves in prismatic bursts of energy...and torrents of unknown entities emerge, slaughtering the UNSC personnel by the millions.

After several days of systematic eradication, however, there still remains one last bastion: Bravo Base, residence to several regiments of UNSC Marines, several dozen Warthogs and Scorpions, and greatest of all - a SPARTAN-II Special Operations unit - Aleph Team. It appears to be the site of a heroic, valiant defense by the SPARTAN-IIs...a heroic, climatic inferno...yet when ONI learns of this planet-scale destruction and sends a cloaked ONI prowler to investigate, the Seer...most unnerving evidence is recovered, contradictory to all beliefs...this is immediately encoded, and sent to HIGHCOM.

However, when the Seer and the rest of the ONI group in orbit is shot down by UNSC reinforcements straight from Tantalus, the crew, Marines, and even Spartans of the recon force struggle to evade and survive the Forerunner creations and hostile UNSC forces...what secret so vile could Bravo Base and Aleph Team contain?

Everything and nothing.

Covenant Seperatists
Primary Commander: Councilor Shch 'Nodotee 

Combined Regional Fleet of Contrite Purpose Taskforce
Commander: Supreme Commander Ryse Zar 'Uasumee 
 * 1 Reverence-class Flagship - 3000 meters
 * Glorified Vengeance - '''Supreme Commander Ryse Zar 'Uasumee
 * Xt'ayd Legion
 * 4 CCS-class Battlecruisers - 1782.2 meters
 * Glorious Truth - Ship Master Sozei 'Zorfitee
 * Devastation - Ship Master Odch 'Siburee 
 * Subjugated Phoenix
 * Light Revived - '''Ship Master Grel Dar 'Wandoree
 * Dr'ead Warrior Crèche
 * 5 Destroyers - 1500 meters
 * Revival
 * Aftermath - Ship Master Myca 'Hetodee
 * Gloried Life
 * Seeker of Law
 * Obedience

Covenant Loyalists
Primary Commander: Alpha Jiralhanae Aringal

Regional Fleet of Absolution Task Force
Commander: Alpha Jiralhanae Aringal
 * 1 Assault Carrier - 5346 meters
 * Warmonger - Alpha Jiralhanae Aringal
 * 2 Covenant Battleships - 2000 meters
 * Glorious Schism
 * Blood Renewed - Brute Captain Trossus
 * Compliment
 * Jiralhanae-Pack Sigma
 * 1 Scarab Walker - Renewed Loyalty


 * 5 Destroyers - 1500 meters
 * Great Revival
 * Guilty Wind
 * Divine Destruction
 * Glorious End
 * Hopefull

UNSC

 * 1 Parabola-class Freighter - 525 meters
 * UNSC Hesperus - Captain Adam Graves
 * ''1 Outwardly outfitted Magnetic Accelerator Cannon
 * 1 D77-TC Pelican-Class Dropships
 * 2 C709 Longsword-Class Interceptors
 * 2 Shortsword-Class Bombers
 * 6 Archer Missile pods
 * 20 50mm MLA-Auto Cannons
 * Compliment
 * SPARTAN-II Adrian-014
 * SPARTAN-II Angel-054
 * Third Generation Hybrid MIL AI "Helen"
 * 42 Marines
 * 30 Crew Members
 * 5 Orbital Drop Shock Troopers


 * 1 Marathon-class Cruiser - 1192 meters
 * UNSC Nautilus - Major  Terry Jones 
 * 3 Magnetic Accelerator Cannons
 * 8 Archer missile pods
 * 6 Pelicans
 * 6 Longswords
 * 30 50mm MLA-Auto Cannons
 * Compliment
 *  Major Terry Jones (Donut)
 * Sergeant Major Ding Chavez
 * 140 ODSTs

Fleet of Particular Separation

 * 1 Reverence-class Cruiser - 3000 meters
 * Breking Bind - Heretic Leader Wery Pufumee
 * 1 CCS-class Battlecruiser - 1780 meters
 * Revolution
 * 4 CIS-class Battlecorvettes - 250 meters
 * Freedoom
 * Separated Justice
 * Justice Trial
 * Forgotten Justice
 * 2 Covenant Light Cruisers - 300 meters
 * Unstopped
 * Second Ascendent

Confirmed Active

 * 1) Councilor 'Nodotee [[Image:Donut 7.JPG|35px]] [ BattleNet ] - [ Covenant of Halopedia ]
 * 2) Gho st I nsi de the M ach ine ''(Whisper through the Storm ) (My Journeys ) (Omens )
 * 3) Ares.117
 * 4) CaptainAdamGraves )
 * 5) Master Gunnery Sergeant Hank J Wimbleton IV COM
 * 6) James-001
 * 7) Faraz22

RelentlessRecusant

 * Role: Nova Team
 * Side: United Nations Space Command, Office of Naval Intelligence
 * Location: Undisclosed
 * Status: MIA
 * Other: SPARTAN-II Special Operations element, paramilitary
 * Role: Other
 * Side: Various
 * Location: Various
 * Status: Various
 * Other: To start RPG later tonight! =D

Shch 'Nodotee

 * Role: Ryse Zar 'Uasumee
 * Side: Covenant Separatists
 * Location: Space
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Commander of Covenant forces (naval & ground)
 * Role: Odch 'Sinuree
 * Side: Covenant Separatists
 * Location: Space
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Zealot Ship Master
 * Role: Major Terry Jones
 * Side: UNSC
 * Location: onboard UNSC Nautilus in space
 * Status: Active
 * Other: ODST Divison Commander
 * Role: Councilor 'Nodotee
 * Side: Covenant Separatists
 * Location: High Charity
 * Status: Active
 * Other: not actually here, but sending transmissions

Master Gunnery Sergeant Hank J Wimbleton IV

 * Role: Ship Master Myca 'Hetodee
 * Side: Covenant Separatists
 * Location: Space
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Ship Master of Aftermath

Ares.117

 * Role: Ship Master Grel Dar 'Wondoree
 * Side: Covenant Seperatists
 * Location: Space
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Ship Master of Light Revived and sole leader of Dr'ead Warrior Crèche
 * Role: Alpha Jiralhanae Aringal
 * Side Covenant Loyalists
 * Location: Space
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Leader of the Regional Fleet of Absolution and Ship Master of Warmonger

CaptainAdamGraves

 * Role: Captain Captain Adam Graves
 * Side: UNSC
 * Location: Slip-space
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Commanding officer of the Hesperus
 * Role: Spartan-II Adrian-014
 * Side: UNSC
 * Location: Slip-space/Cargo Room aboard the Hesperus
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Training in Cargo Room/Re-cooperating.
 * Role: Spartan-II Angel-054
 * Side: UNSC
 * Location: Slip-space/ Weight-Training Room aboard the Hesperus
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Training/Re-cooperating.
 * Role: Warren Leats
 * Side: UNSC
 * Location: Slip-space aboard the Hesperus
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Working with Engineer staff/Training with Adrian-014.
 * Role: Curtis
 * Side: UNSC
 * Location: Slip-space/Cargo Room aboard the Hesperus
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Training in Cargo Room with Spartan-014/Re-cooperating.
 * Role: Jason Orion
 * Side: UNSC
 * Location: Slip-space aboard the Hesperus.
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Refitting his Longsword.

James-001

 * Role: Sergeant Major Ding Chavez
 * Side: UNSC
 * Location: onboard UNSC Nautilus in space
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Cleaning his gun.
 * Role: Spartan-II Kyle-100
 * Side: UNSC
 * Location: onboard UNSC Nautilus in space
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Receiving upgrade to Mark VI armor to increase reaction time.

Faraz22

 * Role: Ultra Kyutr 'Nuihee
 * Side: Covenant Separatists
 * Location: Onboard the Subjugated Phoenix
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Operations commander on the Subjugated Phoenix.
 * Role: Brute Captain Troosus
 * Side: Covenant Loyalists
 * Location: Onboard the Blood Renewed.
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Ship Master of the Blood Renewed and second-in command of the Regional Fleet of Absolution.
 * Role: Heretic Leader Wery Pufumee
 * Side: Heretics
 * Location: Onboard the Breaking Bind.
 * Status: Active
 * Other: Leader of the Heretics.

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Prologue

The particle/wave duality of photons (light particles) leads to a most interesting paradox, for how can a particle exist in two forms simultaneously? A photon in itself is a particle that is like a point in space with an infinitessimal radius.

i

That is, it occupies essentially zero volume. Then how can it exist? It just does. One of the quantum paradoxes that non-quantum physicists would rather shoot themselves than begin to unravel.

know

A photon is a boson, a particle that exhibits non-local quantum interactions. What the hell is that? Some particles form enigmatic pairs where they are inextricably tied to each other. (if you understand none of the above, just continue listening, sire, madame) That is, no matter far away they are, the action of one effects the other's quantum state.

all

A clarification and a bringing about to the point. Let us say that two photons are on opposite sides of the freaking universe. One is changed, the other is also changed. Time lag? Zero. The changes on both particles occur instantaneously.

fears

Just let that fact sink into your mind. Two particles almost an infinite distance away from each other are effected simultaneously. That's a faster-than-light (FTL) effect, folks. Two particles are communicating at uber-faster-than-light speeds, simultaneous communications. Do you understand? Particle-less communications with no lag regardless of the distance!

where

Application for this? Well, of course, faster-than-light communications. However, the UNSC nor the Covenant don't utilize this, instead weaving through Slipspace and manipulating the quantum strings in order to shove their transmissions across the ethereal alternate dimensions. (if you still don't understand any of this, it's expected)

light

Why does this exist? How? This particle pairing is the pre-requisite for quamtum symmetry, indistinguishability. That is, you can't tell two photons apart after a while because their unique quantum waveforms dissapate. That's why in a photon particle pair, you can't tell the two apart! However, because they've both decayed so that their waveforms are each other, you can't tell the difference between photon numero uno and dos! What the Halo's going on?!

does

What if, however, you tried to communicate through this. How? Link trillions and trillions of bosons together, possibly photons, shove half onto one planet, the other half onto another planet. Change the quantum statuses of the particles in boson clump uno, and boson clump two yada-yada-yada light-years away reflects this change: a transmission of no lag, an alternate to power-gargantuan Slipspace communications.

not

Guess what branch of the UNSC was tasked with investigating this? ONI, Office of Naval Intelligence, Quantum Sciences Research Division. Don't ask who/what they are, or you'll find a red dot on your chest in under three hours. Well...QSRD was investigating this quantum pairing and possible alternate FTL communications for minimal energy expenditure, was encountering problems herding the waveforms...(technical problems, let's just say)...but conducted their first tests on Coral, a nice little place where no one could find out about ONI's myriad wierdo projects. Then strange things began to happen.

exist

One of QSRD's subprojects regarding quantum pairing FTL communications was finding out the relation between infinitessimal photon size and instantaneous communications. Two zeroes have to do with each other, eh? Some secrets were better left hidden, let's just say.

Cheers,

Gho st I nsi de the M ach ine <font color="#808080">''(<font color="#808080">Whisper through the Storm ) (<font color="#808080">My Journeys ) (<font color="#808080">Omens ) 18:03, 15 March 2007 (UTC)

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And so, the Hesperus begins another chapter in it's story of survival...

All of the trials they had been through. From the drug ring on Ladnia IV to the Pirate attack in the 179 Lana-Atari System; along with the most current fights with the Covenant and the newest enemy: The Flood. The crew had lost good men, neigh, and good family. Each of them had a different day of mourning whilst on the Halo; and a ceremony complete with testimony by each crew member in their honor.

Now... Twelve of the MLA Auto-Cannons have new names; a tribute that their memory will forever live on within this ship.

'''Punch. Kick. Punch. Kick. '''

Though, even as time goes on, some things never change.

'''Dodge. Counter. Punch. Block.'''

To maintain some state of normalcy in ones life, when faced with extreme situations, people institute new activities to balance their lives out; daily rituals in which they keep themselves in check. Those who cannot re-assimilate with society, those who get lost in their struggle for normalcy, are washed away and tossed to the side. Those who can adapt and change to fit their new circumstances survive. This is the foundation to the principles of Social Darwinism. Who would’ve thought such an idea could hold universally true for so long…

The Leviathan: Adrian-Gray, the embodiment of courage, power and skill. Cast out of the Spartan project over twenty years before, he is a testament to the will power of humanity’s greatest defenders. All who had gone against him have fallen, whether it is from luck or his own personal skill. He has defied both the will of the Covenant, the UNSC and the Flood. Lent the power of a near-unimaginable Forerunner entity, he has used his strength to defend those he has cared about and those who have come to care for him.

He is a protector…

And to protect, one must be powerful. To protect everyone, one must attain ultimate power…

And that is what Adrian was hoping to find in the near-future, believing in the idea of fate and that he couldn’t have survived this long by accident.

Grey Team… Such a disillusioned, foreboding assignment. It held true to the mental state of he was in. ''Fuzzy. Distorted. Grey.''

A shining metal blade cut through the air, seemingly tearing a slit in the atmosphere of the cargo room with its sharpness. Adrian fastidiously dodged to the left; his reflexes at their peak in his Mjolnir Mark VI Armor. Another slash came down from above, to which he jumped back for several meters. The blade continued its attack, in the capable hands of Maximus “No-Look” Peterson, as Adrian continued to dodge and counter his friends moves. Adrian knew he was in no danger, the dense steel polymer blade could never puncture the titanium-A of his armor severely.

The nickname belonging to Peterson, which you are probably wondering about, came from his uncanny ability to take a split second look into his sniper scope and hit his mark. Reflexes like that had come from nearly ten years of training with the sword, studying near-ancient styles of kendo. He was now donning the robes which he had earned when graduating from the

Another slash tore through the veil of the artificial gravity and atmosphere of the cargo bay. In the background, the sound of a crane moving on its treads could be heard picking up the large, magnetized blue cargo boxes. The sound of metal slamming on metal, as it placed the large boxes down on the surface of the floor, reverberated throughout the room. Curtis, as he had come to be known only by his first name, showed a very rare smile as he placed the last ten foot box down in place. He leaned out of the side of the crane, and looked over at his two comrades training.

Then they stopped their attacks…

Adrian was apparently on the defense, as Peterson had come from above and slashed down on him. His blade was attempting to slice into Adrian, as he had brought his right arm up to defend. But there was something strange… Seemingly different about the defense from Adrian. Peterson’s blade seemed to be inches away from connecting with Adrian’s arm itself, as if some unseen barrier was stopping him.

Then there was a crackle of light at the point of the two contacts, as if a spark of lightning surged in that small pocket. That small space then crackled to life, in that instant, with a flooding of glowing, white energy. It resembled that of an over-shield used by the Covenant, yet it seemed more dense and refined with a different aura than that of the Covenant version. Peterson gritted his teeth as he applied more pressure and then lunged back in frustration, as Adrian stood up straight.

“So you figured out how to work that thing well, huh…” Peterson said, heaving a heavy sigh and sheathing his weapon. Though swords had become less than adequate several hundred years ago, he had often brought the katana into battle. Being a sniper, he had to be ready for anything. And he was confident, in his mind, that anything meant bringing his sword. Just in case some unlucky Covenant found itself trying to sneak up on Peterson, he would have a surprise waiting for him. And oddly enough it was a great asset when fighting the Flood.

“We’ll see… I don’t really know yet, but I think I’m getting a handle on it.” Adrian muttered out, taking the two round orbs from their individual leg satchels. He stared at them, as the right one’s symbols still retained some glow from that last charge.

“You’ve gotten better?” A voice in Adrian’s “mind” filtered out, a touch annoyed. The truth of the matter was, without Helen to compute the complex algorithmic equations associated with the distribution of the energy, he wouldn’t be able to utilize the power in the weapon. But that was all small talk, as him and Helen were almost one cohesive unit. As long as he was around, so was she.

He closed his eyes, thinking of the ability he now had. He was harnessing forerunner technology to make him stronger, to increase his combat defenses and hopefully protect a lot more people.

And that’s all he wanted, to protect more people.

A young man with spiked, deep red hair stood staring at the chassis of his C709 Longsword-class Starfighter, bringing a less than enthused hand up to his face as he examined the burns it had received whilst engaging the several thousand sentinels that he had destroyed whilst on Halo. One mark in particular made him anxious. It had nicked his ship slightly, coursing from the tip of the wing to the bulk of the ship on the wing’s underside.

He loathed the fact he hadn’t been able to destroy those mechanical pushovers without being touched. Taking pride in his piloting skills, the ex-rebel pilot was that of legend, which is probably why ONI picked him when they foresaw this mission being somewhat dangerous. In the beginning it was only marked as a simple escort mission. Yet Jason had perceived deeper into the situation after noticing the outboard MAC-Cannon. He had seen and been through more than any other pilot he ever knew, and that was a testament to his survival skills. Or his luck…

Some good men were lost on Reach that day. He had witnessed their destruction first hand. It was the first time his hands had shook whilst in the cockpit since the battle of Ageon III, where of course his commanding officer had been slaughtered by the Covenant.

That had been the time he had formed his resolve.

Join the UNSC, and kill every bastard in the Covenant with his Longsword. And it was his Longsword. He had the ship for the last ten years of his life, since nineteen. He had practically taught himself how to fly it. When joining the rebels, after they learnt of his extensive training as a pilot of terrestrial craft, they handed him a Longsword and told him to get comfortable with it.

There was nothing comfortable about the Longsword…

Terrestrial aircraft are nothing like Starfighters. Starfighters require more logic and calculation than skill; the reverse almost always the case with atmospheric jets and airliners. Though logic came into play, in the air it was more reflex and skill. In space it became more like a game of strategy; like chess. If he made one wrong move, there were weapons big enough to turn him into smoldering ash in seconds.

Needless to say, he compensated.

Within seven months, he had nearly mastered the Longsword with virtually no coaching. It was all instructional videos and tablets for him. He proved himself later on, by dispatching a UNSC frigate all alone, after dodging a near perfect MAC salvo and several dozen missiles as well.

Jason Orion: The Miracle.

But now he looked at his craft and heaved an even heavier sigh. “Great… Look at what they did to you…” He growled, into his palm. Then, a hand rested on his shoulder.

“Need a hand fixing her?” A familiar voice sounded, standing next to Jason now. Pearly white teeth shone off of the lights within the hangar bay. A face full of life and energy stared straight at the Longsword, several tools in hand and a force of Engineers rushing up to the bird to begin repairs.

“Thanks a lot, Warren.” Orion said with a grin, and the two of the laughed. Sentiments of thanks were often exchanged but nearly never spoken. They both grinned, walking up to the ship and beginning the refitting process. The Hesperus’ crew were finally getting their footing back.

“This isn’t ever going to end… Is it, Sir…” A whisper of a woman’s voice sounded in the medical bay, as a near sleeping Angellique Wilson lie in her bed. Her long, silky black hair stretched down to her waist; raising several questions about how her helmet got on. But that was beside the point. She was re-cooperating, having worked for several months just after watching her entire team decimated, fighting alien hordes on a mysterious planet and waking from a coma.

Strong girl, huh?

“Probably not for you. But for us, it’s possible.” The deep voice of her commanding officer sounded, clear authority coming from the way he spoke. Though, it wasn’t that of commanding authority to put others in their place, but rather that which came from years of running a ship and its crew efficiently. It came from leading troops into battle and coming out victorious.

It also came from the heart.

Adam Graves peered near reminiscently out the window, lost in his thoughts of the past months whilst staring into the blackness of space. What could possibly happen next? They had survived it all, from ancient death machines to the parasitic Flood to forces of Covenant soldiers ten times their own in strength. So now, what could possibly be in store for the crew of the Hesperus?

This was what he was trying to figure out; what did Fate have in store for them next?

Angellique pondered that for a moment, laying back in her plain white bed and staring at the plain white ceiling with her deep black eyes; their hint of silver shining off of the luminescent light fixtures set up all around the medical corridor. At the base of her bed hung her Mjolnir armor on a special Titanium-A hanger along with her sniper rifle and pistols, just in case she had to jump from her bed and get back to the fight once more in an instance.

And she was willing to do so.

She turned her head to her Captain, one she had come to trust and enjoy being in the company of. She would gladly lay her life on the line for him once more, after surviving two battles of high risk under his skillful command. To think, such a young man had such a promise in his future. Maybe when this damned war was over, he could go on to make something of himself one day. Maybe he could become a diplomat between races or something like that. And she would work night and day to see that happen. “So does that mean… You’re leaving me somewhere?” She asked tentatively, half of her wanting to know her future and the other wishing she never asked. She wanted to stay with Adrian, and would fight to the death to see that happen. No-one was separating the two Spartans again as long as she still drew breath.

“Yes… At the next planet we go to.” He said, closing his eyes. “But that’s not important, just rest now, Angel.” He said with a smile, turning to her and then walking towards the door. He looked back at her with a face full of hope and pride. “I’ll tell you more later. We still have a long time before we arrive at Coral. So, just sleep now.” He assured her, before shutting off the lights. CaptainAdamGraves 23:48, 14 March 2007 (UTC)

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"Have you located the target, you scums!"

"Yes Captain!

"Good, because if you wouldn't, I would be force to cut the stinking things you have between your shoulders!"

Trossus had been scouting a while over the planet, and had finally found it: The human base!

"Then what are you waiting for? Move the ship into the atmosphere quickly! And contact the Great Revival and the Guilty Wind. They're needed in the assault. Assistant, how far away are we from the atmosphere?"

Cackling, the old, intelligent Jackal named Pof answers: "In less than two units, we should be there."

"Good, I don't like to wait. Give me a scanning of the base, and let it be fast."

He could seem to be to hard on his subordinates, but it was actually like this all Jiralhanae commanders acted. Among some, it was normal to whip the subordinates, so Trossus were "kind" to be one of his race.

Trossus battlegroup entered the atmosphere of Coral, and they found the place of the human base. Trossus's turns to his crew once again.

"We seems to need the Scarab walker. Drop it, or I'll kill you!

"Yes, Captain, of course!

Faraz22 --18:24-- 15 March 2007 (UTC)

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"Prepare to exit slipspace!" ordered Aringal holding tightly onto his Spiker. They were coming out of slipspace over a hostile world. Any mistake and the punishment was death. At least for his crew. A Minor Jiralhanae walked onto the bridge without completing the proper proceedure. He didn`t kneel in the might of the Prophets. Aringal snarled and drew his Spiker. "MINOR!" he yelled as he emptied his clip into the Jiralhanae`s face. The corpse of the now dead Brute fell to the floor that was stained with blood. "That will teach you to dihonour the Prophets" the Alpha Jiralhanae said to himself.

"Your excellency were coming out of Slipspace over the world" said the Jiralhanae at the Navigation Controls "Good bring us up to combat status" ordered Aringal with a smirk on his face. A world covered in browns and greens suddenly appeared on the main viewer. Aringals eye`s locked onto a moon on the left of the planet. It was covered in greens. "Sensor`s does that moon have an atmosphere?" he asked. "Why yes Alpha" replied the crewman. "Bring the ships to the dark side of that moon and send Blood Renewed to the surface to scout the Planet while we set up the main base on the moon. No one would suspect such a mass of troops on a moon" Aringal said grinning. "Yes excellency" Replied the Jiralhanae Chieftan in charge of all the ground forces as he backed out of the room and walked towards the Troop holding area.

"Sensor`s scan for any enemies. When they are sited let me know, we`ll have to hold them off while Blood Renewed makes its scan" said Aringal "and if they find anything Sir?" asked the officer. "Wipe the enemy from the planet. Ground forces. NO orbital attacks" ordered the Alpha as he walked to his chamber. "Excellency, where are you going ?" asked an Officer "A warrior needs armour" proclaimed the Jiralhanae.

 The God Of War  (Speak with Me)   (My Work) 

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"Are you sure that heading our ships to this world Coral is neccessary?"

"Yes, Basis would not be safe for long, we need to set up a new base, and this world seems perfect. How far away are we from the planet? The new Heretic Leader, Wery Pufumee answeres."

"Just a few units...? Whooa?"

"What is it?"

"Other Covenant and Human ships are at the planet!

"Then prepare for combat!"

Wery Pufumee liked mostly action. He would not back out of this battle. Besides, his newly constructed CIS-class Battlecorvettes needed a field test. These corvettes had been created by cutting his Frigate into four parts.

Back to Pufumee, he turns to the command crew, and begins to command:

"Where's the best place to set up a base?"

"At that spot, but it seems that the humans posesses it!"

"Not for long! Get ready the troops, I'll personally lead the assault on the base."

"As you wish, Leader!"

The ships moved closer the atmosphere, but suddenly the Unstopped is destroyed.

"Report!"

"The Unstopped was destroyed by an Energy Projector coming from.....the Battleship over there!"

"If the Covenant want war, we'll give them war!"

Faraz22 --20:21-- 15 March 2007 (UTC)