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#121 Offline Silver the Hedgehog

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Posted Oct 22 2011 - 10:51 PM

Did you make a new account or recover your account.If you did not recover then do that and you will get back to it.
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#122 Offline A Happy Buzzsaw

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Posted Oct 23 2011 - 11:12 AM

Don't feel too bad, at least you'll have to work to get your armor again, that's what made Reach fun for me. Sometimes, I wish I could get resetted (is that even a word?) just because of that.
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#123 Offline Silver the Hedgehog

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Posted Oct 23 2011 - 03:29 PM

I got reset already once and I am so close to general now and I want security stuff then yes I do not want a reset ban.
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#124 Offline stoney the raptor

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Posted Oct 23 2011 - 03:53 PM

I'm a Lt colonel grade 3 just a question what do you think of my armor? http://www.bungie.ne...ElaCPR694IN9A== send me a friend request if you fancy playing multi player with me to the Gamertag in my sig
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#125 Offline VBBN

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Posted Oct 23 2011 - 05:04 PM

Looks good but drop the helmet. EOD is a typical warrent officer helmet:x
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#126 Offline stoney the raptor

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Posted Oct 24 2011 - 02:33 PM

Yeah I know I'm swapping it for the GUNGIR one eventually what rank is it available?

Edited by stoney the raptor, Oct 24 2011 - 02:40 PM.

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Posted Oct 24 2011 - 02:36 PM

GUNGNIR is a typical helmet, too. :P
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#128 Offline Makaru

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Posted Oct 24 2011 - 02:40 PM

With as huge of a community that it is, all helmets are "typical".
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#129 Offline stoney the raptor

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Posted Oct 24 2011 - 02:43 PM

what helmet should I use then? Is Operator a good choice?
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Posted Oct 24 2011 - 02:46 PM

Not too many people use the lower rank helmets from what I've seen; practically everyone I meet in Matchmaking follows the "use newest/most expensive armor" mindset. (Security and Gungnir are too mainstream. I use ODST; you've probably never heard of it before.)
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Posted Oct 24 2011 - 02:46 PM

Personally, I'd go with JFO, CQB, CQC, Operator, Pilot, or Recon.My old Spartan hadODST with UA/CNM attachmentUA/Multi-Threat shouldersUA/Counterassault chestRegular knees, and visor colorUA/Buckler wristBuck Firefight voiceSteel/gold armorhttp://www.bzpower.com/board/public/style_emoticons/default/cool.png

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#132 Offline Electric Turahk

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Posted Oct 24 2011 - 02:48 PM

Use the one that you like. ~|ET|~
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Posted Oct 24 2011 - 02:57 PM

I do like the lower rank helmets especially the ODST and EOD but i never found the ODST helmet to be aesthetically pleasing as the EOD helmet was.
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Posted Oct 24 2011 - 02:58 PM

ODST is nice during Exodus. With my color scheme, I almost blended into the Bullfrogs.
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#135 Offline Makaru

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Posted Oct 24 2011 - 03:03 PM

Use the one that you like. ~|ET|~

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#136 Offline Vak Il Mio Amore

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Posted Oct 24 2011 - 03:10 PM

The setup I've identified my Noble Six with in Campaign is usually: Recon [3] HelmetRecon/Tactical bodyRecon Shoulder (L and R)GUNGNIR KneesAssault/Breacher WristMedical leg-piece I kinda clung the idea of the Lone Wolf and what he'd typically have, and Recon kinda stuck out to me :P
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#137 Offline stoney the raptor

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Posted Oct 24 2011 - 03:22 PM

I found the ODST armour hard to use in multi player as it is quite well reconsigned so I avoid using it. Nice setup Vak

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Posted Oct 24 2011 - 04:12 PM

My current armor setup: [link removed]

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Posted Oct 24 2011 - 05:53 PM

Apparently 343i dished out a HUGE load of permanent bans for Full-Party boosters and AFKers. There will be a big hit to quantity, but a massive increase to quality to the online community.
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#140 Offline Vak Il Mio Amore

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Posted Oct 24 2011 - 05:57 PM

Goodness, this must be cheater-ban-month, between Halo and Runescape... Awesome! I'm quite confident with the way 343i's been behaving. Taking care of Reach's multiplayer aspect, continuing to release potentially great books (they've overseen the creation of the last few), a great looking Anniversary with some very good ideas thrown in, not to mention the data-drops they have on the Waypoint site that are filling in some of the holes between the Reach campaign and Eric Nylund's Fall of Reach. 343i certainly has the potential; Halo 4 will be their deal breaker.
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Posted Oct 24 2011 - 06:05 PM

Goodness, this must be cheater-ban-month, between Halo and Runescape... Awesome! I'm quite confident with the way 343i's been behaving. Taking care of Reach's multiplayer aspect, continuing to release potentially great books (they've overseen the creation of the last few), a great looking Anniversary with some very good ideas thrown in, not to mention the data-drops they have on the Waypoint site that are filling in some of the holes between the Reach campaign and Eric Nylund's Fall of Reach. 343i certainly has the potential; Halo 4 will be their deal breaker.

Agreed, I was ready to write off Halo when Bungie let it go, but 343 has impressed me. I'll give Halo 4 a shot.

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Posted Oct 24 2011 - 06:18 PM

Aye, I'm with you on that. They already made a move I was hopeful for with Anniversary: No changes to the actual gameplay of CE. Plus the addition of transitioning between old and new graphics... certainly unprecedented in my gaming experience. The next big step for them on gaining my approval is to accept Levi's Fistful of Arrows graphic novel that details the death of Jun and further expands upon Noble Team. If they integrate it into canon (Levi's anticipating to finish posting the last few "pages" by tonight) and with Levi get it into the hands of the public, it'll definitely be a major thumbs up to them. It's certainly been on the public eye ever since he started working on it.
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Posted Oct 24 2011 - 06:24 PM

Yes, Anniversary seems to be everything I want in a single disc. I cannot wait for November. As far as Fistful of Arrows goes, I've heard mention of it, but my keeping up with the Halo-verse has fallen by the wayside recently. I'll have to check that out.
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Posted Oct 24 2011 - 06:26 PM

I'd recommend dropping by it sometime this week- Like I said, I think Levi was saying he's hoping to get the last pages of the entire thing up tonight. The art is astounding, the storyline is in line with the rest of the canon, and perhaps one of my favorite parts: It connects various aspects of the Halo universe that are separated between games. For example, you see a couple Vultures from Halowars in the same slide as the Frigates so often seen in Halo 2/3/Reach. It's really worth taking, say, 30 minutes tops out of your week to go check it out.
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Posted Oct 24 2011 - 06:27 PM

I just read the six ONI Data Drops on Waypoint. Pretty intense.
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Posted Oct 24 2011 - 06:27 PM

^ I just like how they finally explained the whole discrepency of where the heck Reach's fleet was throughout the entire ordeal :P
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Posted Oct 24 2011 - 06:44 PM

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Posted Oct 24 2011 - 06:48 PM

Anyone know who Tom T is? I think he's a Forum Ninja or something. Well, I'm playing with him right now. He's pretty good.
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Posted Oct 24 2011 - 06:58 PM

He is (not here, for those who don't know)

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Posted Oct 25 2011 - 06:44 PM

Here's the plot synopsis for the next Halo book titled "Grasslands": The Covenant has collapsed after a long, brutal war that saw billions slaughtered on Earth and her colonies. For the first time in decades, however, peace finally seems possible. But though the fighting's stopped, the war is far from over: it's just gone underground. The UNSC's feared and secretive Office of Naval Intelligence recruits Kilo-Five, a team of ODSTs, a Spartan, and a diabolical AI to accelerate the Sangheili insurrection. Meanwhile, the Arbiter, the defector turned leader of a broken Covenant, struggles to stave off civil war among his divided people.Across the galaxy, a woman thought to have died on Reach is actually very much alive. Chief scientist Dr. Catherine Halsey broke every law in the book to create the Spartans, and now she's broken some more to save them. Marooned with Chief Mendez and a Spartan team in a Forerunner slipspace bubble hidden in the destroyed planet Onyx, she finds that the shield world has been guarding an ancient secret – a treasure trove of Forerunner technology that will change everything for the UNSC and mankind. As Kilo-Five joins the hunt for Halsey, humanity's violent past begins to catch up with all of them as disgruntled colony Venezia has been biding its time to strike at Earth, and its most dangerous terrorist has an old, painful link with both Halsey and Kilo-Five that will test everyone's loyalty to the limit. Here's the first chapter: [spoiler]PROLOGUENOVEMBER 2552, LOCATION UNDEFINED. LAST VERIFIEDREALSPACE LOCATION: THE CORE OF THE PLANET ONYX.It's a beautiful sunny day. The oak branches are swaying gently in the breeze and the air's scented with unseen blossom.And we're trapped.Did you ever run and hide as a kid? Ever slam the closet door behind you, giggling because you were sure you'd never be found, and then realize you'd locked yourself in? Did you panic or breathe a sigh of relief? I suppose it all depends on what you were hiding from.We're hiding from the end of the world.For all we know, it's already happened. If there's anyone left out there, they don't even know we're here. We may be the last sentient life left in the galaxy- me, Chief Mendez, and a detachment of Spartans. Correction: three of my Spartans- Fred, Kelly, and Linda- and five others who are something else entirely, five I didn't even know existed until this week, and if there's one thing I can't stand, it's not knowing.You'll explain yourself to me, Chief. I've got all the time in the world now. I've got more time than I know what to do with.Mendez takes something out of his pants pocket and gazes wistfully at it like a pilgrim with a holy relic before putting it back."You can read Forerunner, Dr. Halsey," he says, impassive. We're still ignoring the elephant looming over us at the moment, neither of us saying what's really on our minds. He has his secrets, and I have mine. "Do you know the symbol for pantry? That would be handy right about now."He's staring up at a sun that can't possibly be there, set in an artificial sky that runs from summer blue at one horizon to starless midnight at the other. We're not on Onyx any longer-not in this dimension, anyway."Chief, this is the most advanced doomsday bunker ever built." I'm not sure who I'm trying to reassure, him or me. "A civilization sufficiently advanced to build a bomb shelter the size of Earth's orbit wouldn't forget to address the food supply. Would they?"It's a permanently lovely day inside this Dyson sphere, and beyond its walls is . . . actually, I don't know any longer. It was Onyx. Now it's somewhere in slipspace. Every time I think I have the mea sure of the Forerunners' technology, something else pops up and confounds me. They must have shared our sense of beauty or bequeathed us theirs, because they made this environment idyllically rural; trees, grass, rivers, almost landscaped perfection.Mendez pats his pocket as if checking something is still in there. "Better hope they evolved beyond the usual procurement charlie-foxtrot, too, then. Or we'll have to live off the land.""We've got unlimited water, Chief. That's something."Mendez has known me a ###### long time. Over the years he's perfected that hoary old CPO's carefully blank expression that looks almost like deference. Almost. It's actually disgust. I know that now. I can see it.But you're in no position to lecture me on ethics, are you, Chief? I know what you've done. The proof's right in front of me here. I'm looking at them.Mendez walks away in the direction of the two recon teams waiting under the oak trees. The Spartans- my protégés and Ackerson's little project, these Spartan- IIIs-look impatient to get on with something useful. They don't handle idleness well. We made warfare the sole focus of their lives.Now we don't know if there's still a war outside to fight, or even a galaxy left to fight it in.But that's fi ne by me. My Spartans are safe here. That's all that matters. Safe if the Halo Array fi res, anyway. I don't know if this is the haven it appears. Perhaps it's already got tenants. We'll find out the Navy way, Mendez says."Okay, Spartans, the camp's secured, so let's shake out and see what's in the neighborhood." Mendez unslings his rifle and looks at Fred. "Conserve rations until we know if there's anything on the menu here. Right, sir?""Right, Chief. Radio check, people." Fred, Spartan- 104, has been made a lieutenant at the ripe old age of forty- one. "Priorities, in this order- secure the area, locate a food supply, and find a way to revive Team Katana and the others."How many Spartan- IIIs did Ackerson create? Five are already in suspension here, with three other men we can't identify, but we have no idea yet how to open their Forerunner slipspace pods. They'll have an interesting story to tell when we do.Fred gestures to take in the terrain. "Treat this as an acquaint. Spartan- Twos familiarize themselves with Spartan- Threes so that when we get out of here, we're ready to fi ght effectively. Kelly, Dr. Halsey, Tom, Olivia- you're with Chief Mendez. Linda, Lucy, Mark, Ash- with me. Move out."Just as Fred turns to walk away, I catch his eye. He was never much good at burying his feelings, but he can't hide them from me anyway. I know all my Spartans better than their mothers ever did. He shuts his eyes tightly as if he's blocking out an unbearable world, just a fraction of a second, and then it's gone. We've buried our dead here. Two of those Spartan- IIIs, just into their teens, just children . . . and Kurt never made it into the sphere.I thought you were dead already, Kurt. Now I've lost you twice.Fred pats Lucy on the shoulder. "You okay, Spartan?"She gives him a distracted nod. She's a disturbing little scrap of a thing, too traumatized to speak. Mendez trained these kids. He knew. He knew what Ackerson was doing with my research. He was part of this all along.And I won't forget that, Chief.Kelly slows and drops back to walk beside me. I'm not twenty-one anymore and I certainly don't have the stride of a two- meter Spartan, or even these . . . new ones. My God, they're too small. How can they be Spartans?"You've fallen on your feet again, Dr. Halsey," Kelly says. "Some rabbit hole. Did you know it was here?""I should stop trying to look as if I know everything, shouldn't I?""You think we're going to lose this war. I know we're not.""I extrapolate from known facts. But I don't mind being wrong sometimes."How far would I go to save my Spartans? This far. I lured them to Onyx, the safest location I could think of, because I knew they'd never abandon their posts any other way. I lied to them to save them.And they're all that stands between me and damnation. I've done terrible things- monstrous things, criminal things- that were necessary, but I did it to them. Kidnapped them as children. Experimented on them. Altered them terribly. Killed half of them. Made them into soldiers with no life outside the UNSC.It had to be done, but now I have to do this.There's no god waiting to judge us when we die. This is our heaven or ######, the here and now, the pain or the fond memories we leave behind with the living. But I don't want the forgiveness of society, or Mendez, or even to forgive myself.I just want to do what's right for these men and women, whose lives I used. Theirs is the only forgiveness that can absolve me.Kelly-tall, confident, nothing like the victim I feel I've made her- points into the distance. I'm starting to forget we're trapped in a sphere in the folds of another dimension, because my brain's getting used to telling me benign lies. I stare across a sea of trees at two elegant honey- gold structures protruding above the canopy some kilometers away."That's impressive, Doctor," she says. "Hey, Chief, what do you think they are?""Better be the chow hall." Mendez keeps scanning the trees as if he's still expecting to run into trouble. "Or a way out of here. Don't forget there'll still be a ###### of a mess to clear up when we get out."He's right. Won or lost, wars never end cleanly. I think we've lost already. If the Covenant doesn't overrun the galaxy then this life- form they call the Flood will, or the Halo Array will fi re and wipe out all sentient life. But if we win-Even if we win, the galaxy will still be a dangerous, desperate place.I wonder where John is now. And Cortana. And . . . Miranda.See, Miranda? I didn't forget you. Did I?CHAPTER ONEA GOD WHO CREATES TOOLS IS STILL A GOD. IT IS NOT FOR US TO IMPOSE QUALIFICATIONS UPON THE DIVINE OR PRESUME TO GUESS ITS INTENTIONS. (FORMER FIELD MASTER AVU MED ‘TELCAM OF THE SANGHEILI NERU PE‘ODOSIMA- SERVANTS OF THE ABIDING TRUTH- ON REVELATIONS ABOUT THE NATURE OF THE FORERUNNERS)FORMER COLONY OF NEW LLANELLI, BRUNEL SYSTEM: JANUARY 2553.It was an ugly friend, and the temptation to kill it where it stood was almost more than Serin Osman could handle.It was also pretty upset. Its arms flailed as if it was on some passionate Sangheili rant about politics or religion or what ever they played instead of football, its cloverleaf jaws snapping open and shut like a demented gin- trap. Osman watched from the shuttle cargo bay with her rifle resting on the control panel. Matters could get out of hand with a two- and- a-half- meter alien before you knew it. She was ready to drop the thing before it crushed Phillips.He could actually speak their language, even if some of the sounds defied simple human jaws. She wondered what he sounded like to them. He was making mirroring gestures back at the Sangheili, and although she couldn't hear the conversation it seemed to be working. The alien did that odd trick with its split mandibles, pressing the two sides together to mimic a human jaw and trying to force out more articulate sounds.So the hinge- head was mirroring too. It was a good sign. A good sign in a bad deal. No, not a bad deal: a dirty one. Osman stepped down from the bay, careful to keep her rifle close to her leg so she looked prepared but not threatening. Phillips glanced over his shoulder at her, seeming oblivious of the risk.I'd never take my eyes off that thing. God, what do they teach these academics about personal safety?She leaned against the hatch frame and waited, glancing at her watch to check Sydney time. Around her, the ruins of New Llanelli felt like a rebuke. The dead tapped her on the shoulder, appalled: And you're talking to these friends now? On our graves?A shaft of sunlight struck through a break in the clouds and threw up a bright reflection from a lake in the distance. No . . .that's not a lake. Her brain had joined up the dots and made the wrong assumption. She eased her datapad out of her jacket pocket one- handed and checked. There was no body of water for a hundred kilometers on the map in the CAA Factbook. The reflective surface was vitrified sandy soil, mirror-smooth, square hectares of it where there had once been rye and potatoes.When the Covenant glassed a planet, they really did just that.Phillips gestured to get her attention and distracted her from the uncomfortable thought that the planet was making a point to her. He walked over to the shuttle, looking pleased with himself."The Bishop wants a word," he said. "I told him you were the boss woman. His English is pretty good, so play it straight. And don't call him an Elite. Use the proper name. It matters to them."Osman pushed herself away from the bulkhead with her hip. "What, like bishop?""Ignore that." Phillips- Professor Evan Phillips, another respectable academic who'd been sucked down into ONI's drain- put on his serious face again. "They told me he was devout, but I didn't realize how devout.""Is that going to be a problem?""Might be a bonus.""Yes, they do tend to stick to a plan.""I meant that he's a fundamentalist. The Abiding Truth. Very, very old tradition of faith.""Prompt me. I'm not an anthropologist.""They're said to have squirreled away original Forerunner relics from the time of their first contact. Their equivalent of saints' fingers.""It must be my birthday." Osman wasn't sure when that really was. Today seemed as good a day as any. "Maybe they've got some schematics in a dusty drawer or something.""Come on, don't keep him waiting.""How is he with women? I don't think I've ever seen a female Sangheili. Do they keep them in purdah or something?""It's not that simple." Phillips beckoned to her to follow. "The ladies wield a ###### of a lot of political power in the bloodline stakes. When you've got a few hours to kill, I'll explain it."She didn't, and it could wait. She walked up to the Sangheili, steeling herself not to call him an Elite or a murdering hingehead friend.Osman was taller than the average man, and at one-ninety she wasn't used to having to look up at anybody. But the Bishop towered half a meter above her like a monument in gold armor. For a moment she found herself looking into a disturbingly featureless face before she settled on the black eyes and small, flaring nostrils just below them. The Bishop was sniffing her scent. Unsettling didn't even begin to cover it."Captain Osman," Phillips said cautiously, looking back and forth between her and the Sangheili. "Let me introduce you to Avu Med ‘Telcam, speaker for the Servants of Abiding Truth. He used to be a field master but he's . . . renounced the ways of the infidels and cleansed his name, because they've brought shame and misery on the Sangheili . . . and they deserve to hang from spikes." He seemed to be quoting very carefully, glancing at the Sangheili as if for confirmation. He gave her a don't-sayanything-daft look. "He means the Arbiter."‘Telcam sniffed again. Osman could smell him, too. It was a faintly leathery scent, like the seats of a new car. It wasn't unpleasant."I'm Captain Osman. I'm a shipmaster." ‘Telcam would get the point. "So I keep my word. May we talk?" She gave Phillips her get- lost look. This wasn't for his ears, and that was as much for his own good as Earth's. "Can you give us ten minutes, Professor?"Phillips nodded and turned to walk away. This was why Osman didn't like using co-opted specialists. If he'd known what she was about to do, he would probably have gone all ethical on her.I might be underestimating him, of course. But his job's done. It's not his problem now.‘Telcam tilted his head to one side. Osman had to strain to make out the words, but it was no harder than concentrating on a bad radio signal. The creature really could speak pretty good English."Shipmaster, my people have been punished because they had no faith," he said. A fine mist of saliva cooled on her face every time he hit a sibilant or an F. It didn't look easy to articulate those four- way jaws. "The traitor Thel ‘Vadam and his ilk now say the gods are deceivers, and so they shall die. We have been in thrall to mongrel races long enough. We have let the false prophets of the San'Shyuum corrupt our pure connection to the divine. Now we shall do our penance and bring the Sangheili back to the true path. So what can you possibly want with us? Do you want to agree to a truce?""How were you planning on killing ‘Vadam and the other . . .traitors?""We have few ships left now. Few weapons, too. But we have our devotion. We will find a way."Osman noted the energy sword on his belt. We've got a right one here. A god- bothering, heavily armed maniac. Lovely. I can do business with that. She tried to fi nd genuine common ground in case he could smell fear or deceit on her. A small dash of truth in a soup of lies worked wonders."What if we supplied you with some weapons?"He jerked his head back. "And why would you do that? The traitor sides with humans against his own.""Humans gamble. I'm betting that your side will win. Dead friends aren't much use.""Ah." ‘Telcam made a little sound like a horse puffing through its lips. A fine spray rained on her again and she tried not to recoil. She picked up a whiff of something far too much like dog food. "Kingmaker. This is your policy. You help us take control so that you know your enemy and think you can then control us.""Look, we're never going to be friends, Field Master. But we can agree to stay out of one another's way and lead separate existences. Too many lives have been lost. It has to stop."‘Telcam leaned closer again as if he was doing a uniform inspection. "You have colonies here. This is part of the war. This is the cause of our enmity.""Some of our colonies don't like us very much either. Humans kill humans too.""How tangled your lives are.""My, you do speak good English.""I was a translator once. I interpreted your communications for my old shipmaster. I speak several human languages."Well, that explained a ###### of a lot. Phillips obviously didn't know, or at least he hadn't said, but Osman decided to cut him some slack because he'd only been tasked to do one thing: to get her an audience with dissident Sangheili who were likely to disrupt any peace deals. He was lucky to get that far without having his head ripped off."Well, Field Master, I think we can help one another keep our troublesome factions in line." Osman turned slightly to keep Phillips in her peripheral vision, just in case he wandered back and heard too much. "It might require some discretion, because we can't be seen to ally with you. But an unstable Sangheili empire doesn't help us, and an unstable human one is a threat to you. Yes?""And some of my brethren might not understand my willingness to talk to infidels. So we do favors, you and I.""Indeed. For the greater good." Osman paused a beat and made sure she didn't blink. Sangheili had a military sense of honor, and the truth she was about to drop into the deceit went some way toward satisfying her own. "If I thought ‘Vadam would survive as leader, I would be doing deals with him instead."She wasn't sure if Sangheili ever smiled. If they did, she had no idea what it looked like, not with that four-way jaw. But ‘Telcam's expression shifted a little. The muscles in his dog- reptile face relaxed for a moment."I have a condition," he said."I thought you might.""You blaspheme about the gods. You spread vile lies about them. This must stop.""We just showed you what the Halo was." Oh ######. Come on, think. There's a way through this. "We didn't set out to insult your beliefs.""So the Halos are machines of destruction. So you say the gods themselves were killed by them." ‘Telcam leaned over her, almost nose to nose. He was so close that she couldn't focus on those doglike teeth. They were just cream blurs in a purplish haze of gum. "Your god chose to die for you and that is precisely why you revere him, yes? And why you say he also lives. This so- called proof about the Halos means nothing. Not even to you."And he uses the plural. Halos.Osman suspected that he wanted her to agree with him, to reassure him that gods could be both dead and eternal at the same time like some divine Schrödinger's cat, to put some certainty back in his life. She knew that feeling. But the last thing she wanted was a theological argument with a heavily armed alien four or five times her weight. She bit back a comment that her name was Osman and that he was thinking of someone else's religion."We've had scientists who claim they've disproved the existence of God, and others who argue you can't prove anything," she said carefully. "But it hasn't made any difference to any of our religions. Faith is quite separate.""Then you understand." ‘Telcam drew back. "If you arm us . . . if you stay away from our worlds . . . then when we take power and restore the rightful ways, we will leave you alone.""Deal," she said. She almost held out her hand to shake on the agreement but thought better of it. "I'll be in touch very soon."The Sangheili just turned and loped away to his ship without another word. It was too easy to look at them and see only an ungainly animal with strangely bovine legs, and not a superior force that had almost brought Earth to its knees. Phillips walked up to her but didn't ask what had happened. His expression said he was bursting to find out."Are we done?"Osman nodded. "That's one enemy we don't have to fight for a while." She gave him a thumbs- up. "Well done. I never thought we'd get one of them to talk to us, let alone reach an agreement. We owe you.""I admit it's satisfying to be able to put the theory into practice. And wonderful to have unique access to Sangheili space with all expenses paid, of course. Good old ONI. My taxes, well spent."Osman headed back to the shuttle, suddenly aware of small fragments of glass crunching under her boots. ######, that's not broken bottles. It's vitrification. "You don't feel your academic cred's been stained by mixing with us grubby little spooks, then.""God, no. I'm not that naive. I know what you're up to. Just don't tell me, that's all. I have to be able to deny it with a straight face."So he certainly wasn't stupid, and ONI wasn't doing anything that countless governments hadn't done over the centuries to look after their interests. She should have expected him to work it out. "And we're doing what, exactly?""Oh, I thought I was helping you establish diplomatic channels with the hard- to- reach Sangheili demographic. . . .""You told me not to tell you.""Yes, so I did." He winked at her. "Well, you've slapped a saddle on that tiger. Now you better make ###### sure you don't fall off."They settled into their seats and she ran the preflight checks before handing over to the AI. Phillips was whistling tunelessly under his breath, as if he was glad to be leaving. Osman had expected him to be reluctant to go home but he obviously had what he wanted- some dazzling scientific paper, some award worthy research, maybe even a lucrative book- that nobody else in his field had, and that seemed to be enough.He wouldn't be coming back here. He probably realized that. ONI regarded him as a single-use sharp."Just remember that my enemy's enemy isn't my friend, Professor," she said, opening a secure comms channel. "He's my enemy who's just taking a sidebar."Phillips burst out laughing. "You sweet, innocent little flower. You've never worked in academia, have you? Red in tooth and claw. Feuds, plots, vengeance. The works.""I can imagine." The secure channel indicator flashed and Osman lowered her voice. "Osman here, ma'am. Professor Phillips and I are on our way back.""Thank you for letting me know, Captain." Admiral Margaret Parangosky, head of the Office of Naval Intelligence, never raised her voice and never needed to. "I assume things went well."Osman could translate Parangosky- isms easily enough. Have you set up the Sangheili insurrection? That was what she meant. Few outside the Navy and the senior ranks of government knew who Parangosky was, let alone knew to fear her. Osman suspected she was the only person in the Admiral's circle who would always be forgiven even if she failed. But she wasn't in a hurry to test it."Everything's fine, ma'am," she said."Thank Professor Phillips for me. Safe flight."Osman signed off and the AI took over. The shuttle shuddered on its dampers as its engines reached peak power. In a few hours, they'd rendezvous with Battle of Minden and head back to Earth, where the mission would be over for Phillips but only just beginning for her.So far, so good."Do I get a gold star?" he asked."Maybe an extra cookie.""Where's the best Turkish restaurant in Sydney?""I don't know.""Oh. Really? Sorry."It always caught her short. She'd never actually said she had Turkish roots, and- odd, for a woman so used to lying for a living- she couldn't bring herself to construct a cover story for herself. She simply allowed everyone to make assumptions based on her name and her Mediterranean coloring. Her real name hadn't been Osman, not as far as she knew, and she had no plans to use her access to ONI classified files to find out who she really was. She could only be who she was now.Phillips would have treated her very differently if she'd had Spartan-019 on her ID badge. It was better if nobody knew what she was, and what she was not."Yes, I've been away too long," she said, relenting. "But I can smell a good imam bayildi ten klicks away."Anyone could. It wasn't really a lie. Phillips rubbed his hands together, miming delight at the thought of food that didn't come out of a ration pack. The shuttle lifted clear of New Llanelli, and Osman caught one last glimpse on the monitor of that lake of vitrified sand.That's why I'm entitled to break the rules. To make sure it never happens again.Osman was sure she'd heard that argument before, more than thirty years ago, but she couldn't remember if it was before or after she met Dr. Catherine Halsey."Academia," she said. "Yes, it's a savage old world, isn't it?"MARK DONALDSON WAY, SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA: AUSTRALIA DAY, TWO MONTHS AFTER THE BATTLE OF EARTH, JANUARY 26, 2553.There was just one flagpole left intact on the shattered Sydney Harbour waterfront, and a workman in a hard hat and orange overalls was clambering up a maintenance gantry to reach it.It was a ###### long way to fall.Corporal Vaz Beloi wandered out onto a stump of a girder that had once been part of a pedestrian overpass, trying to get a better view. A piece of dark blue fabric dangled from the workman's back pocket. Vaz couldn't see a safety harness, but then there wasn't much left of the crumbling building to secure it to.And they say ODSTs are crazy.He watched the man with renewed curiosity. Mal Geffen caught up with him and leaned on what was left of the overpass safety rail. It creaked as he put his weight on it."Come on, we've only got an hour." Mal gestured irritably with his wrist, brandishing his watch, then frowned at something on his sleeve. "Sod it, I'm covered in ###### already. We can't rock up in our number threes looking like this. It's the Admiral.""It'll brush off," Vaz said, distracted by the reckless workman again. He held up a warning finger. "Wait. I have to see what this guy does."He knew Mal wasn't being disrespectful. He was just nervous about being summoned to ONI without explanation, and Vaz understood that, but they had another mission to complete. A visit to Sydney was rare.And we made a promise. Admiral or no Admiral.A small crowd watched from the shore, a mix of construction workers, firefighters, and sappers who were still digging bodies out of the rubble two months after the bombing. The workman, now teetering on the end of the gantry, lunged at the flagpole and managed to haul in the halyard. He clipped the flag to it and wobbled for a moment before tugging on the line to reveal the white stars of the Southern Cross on a deep blue ground, with a single gold Commonwealth star on green ground in the canton.Everyone cheered. A fleet tender in the harbor sounded its klaxon.Mal seemed to be working something out, lips moving as if he was counting. "Well done, Oz. Seven hundred and sixty- five not out." He nudged Vaz in the back and strode off. "Come on, we've got to find the bar. If we don't do it now, we won't get another chance for years."Vaz watched the workman edge back down the gantry to relative safety before he felt able to turn away and catch up with Mal."Okay, why seven hundred and sixty- five?" he asked."Seven hundred and sixty- five years since the first migrants landed here. It's Australia Day." They walked across a temporary walkway that spanned a crater the full width of the road. It vibrated under their boots like a sprung floor. "You understand not out, don't you? Don't make me explain cricket to you again.""I understand cricket just fine." Vaz bristled. "What's your problem?""Sorry, mate. Parangoskyitis."Both of them had done more than a hundred drops behind enemy lines and accepted they might not survive the next one, but the prospect of being hauled before a very elder ly woman with a stoop and a lot of gold braid had kept them awake every night for the past week. Even ODSTs were wary of Margaret Parangosky."She's over ninety," Vaz said. "None of those stories about her can be true. She just spreads them for effect. Like my grandmother used to.""Look, we said we wouldn't play guessing games about this. We'll know soon enough.""You started it.""Well, she's not invited us for tea and medals, has she? It'll be a bollocking.""You want ODSTs to do a job for you, you ask for a fire team. Or a company. A battalion, even.""You know how paranoid ONI is. Top-secret-eat-beforereading." Mal picked more specks off his sleeve, frowning. "Ah, come on. It's just a bloody meeting. It's not like we're storming a beachhead."But why us? Vaz checked the tourist map again. "This thing's useless. I can't see any landmarks."Mal fumbled in his pocket and took out the ancient button compass that he always carried. "Fieldcraft, Vaz. Back to basics. If we can't find a bar, we're not worthy of the uniform."There wasn't a living soul in sight, not even a cop or a construction worker to ask for directions. The hum of activity-bulldozers, trip hammers, drills-was receding a street at a time. The bank that should have been standing on the next corner was a tangle of metal joists and collapsed masonry.There was no sign of the plaza full of pavement cafés, either, and the shopping center that was supposed to be on Vaz's left looked like a slab of honeycomb with the wax layer ripped off. All he could see was a pro cession of composite block walls, now just a few courses high. Red- and- white cordon tape fluttered between steel poles. The smell of raw sewage hit him."You lads look lost."A civil defense warden popped up like a range target behind a barrier fifty meters away, and Vaz almost reached for a rifle he wasn't carrying. It was hard adjusting to a place where there were no threats."Yeah, I think we are," Vaz said."You trying to find Bravo- Six?" The warden meant the UNSC headquarters. "Wrong direction, son.""No, a bar," Mal said. "The Parthenon.""It's gone." The warden glanced at his watch as if he thought it was a bit early for a drink, then studied Mal's uniform, peering at the death's-head insignia with a baffled frown. Maybe the Corps had taken the low- profile special forces thing a bit too far. "What are you, then, marines?""ODSTs." Mal paused. The guy didn't seem to be catching on. "Orbital Drop Shock Troopers. Yeah, marines.""Oh. Them.""So how do we get to the Parthenon Bar?" Vaz asked."I told you. It's just rubble now. They're clearing the site.""We don't want a drink. We've got something else we need to do."The warden gave Vaz a sideways look. Maybe the man thought his English wasn't so hot because of his heavy accent."Just keep going that way," he said, indicating forty- five degrees and slowing his speech down a bit for the hard of understanding. "You'll see the bus station. It's two streets north of there."Vaz was starting to sweat as he walked away. It was midsummer and his formal uniform was frying him, not that he had the option of showing up in shirtsleeves. Mal somehow still looked pristine despite the concrete dust on his elbows and boots."What are we going to use for a drink?" Mal asked."I don't know. Maybe we just say what we have to say and leave it at that."They'd promised Emanuel that if they ever passed through Sydney, something Vaz had thought highly unlikely, then they'd find the man's favorite bar and raise a toast to his memory. It had been a very matter- of- fact conversation. ODSTs didn't think of getting killed as an if. It was more like a when.Doesn't make it any easier, though. Doesn't mean we miss him any the less."Ah," said Mal. As soon as they turned the corner and looked up the road, they could see the bulldozers at work. "Ripe for development."Some of the clearance crew stopped to watch them walking along the center line of the road. Vaz counted the stumps of internal walls and decided that 21 Strathclyde Street had stood where there was now a ragged crater fringed by the remains of four bright turquoise Doric columns. Mal looked them over, uncharacteristically grim."Manny never did have much taste in bars," he said quietly. "Poor bugger."One of the construction workers took off his hide gloves and picked his way over the rubble toward them, head down and eyes shielded by the peak of his hard hat. It was only when "he" looked up that Vaz realized it was actually a woman, a nice-looking redhead. Vaz sometimes tried to imagine how alien he must have looked to a civilian these days, but he could guess from the slight frowns he'd been getting this morning that he didn't come across as the nice friendly boy next door. He decided to let Mal do the talking and stood back to look down into the crater. A pool of stagnant water lay at the bottom like a mirror, busy with mosquitoes."What can we do for you, mate?" the redhead asked.Mal pointed at the complete absence of a bar. "Was that the Parthenon?""Yeah. Better stay clear of the edge. You can see it's not Happy Hour.""We've got a promise to keep to a mate who didn't make it back."The redhead cocked her head on one side. "We're supposed to keep people out of this road. Safety regs. You know what the council's like. But what they don't know won't hurt 'em."Vaz pitched in. They had half an hour to do this and then make themselves presentable to report to Bravo- 6. "We just want to raise a glass to him, ma'am. Then we'll go."The redhead stood with her hands on her hips, inspecting Vaz. "Did you bring a bottle?"It was a good question. They'd expected the bar to be open, not demolished, and they'd run out of time to find a bottle shop, as the locals called it. Mal shrugged, doing his I'm-just- a-lovable rogue look that usually worked on women. The redhead gave him a sad smile and turned to her crew with her hand held out like she was asking for a tool. One of the men picked up a lunchbox from the seat of a dump truck and tossed her a plastic bottle. She handed it over to Mal with due reverence."Best we can do, Marine," she said. "Go ahead, but don't fall in and break your neck."After some of the jumps Vaz had done, that would have been an embarrassing way to go. Mal read the label and smiled."Fruit juice. He'd see the funny side of that. Thanks, sweetheart."The clearance crew moved back a little but they were still watching. Vaz squirmed. It felt like taking a leak in public. So what did they do now? All the vague plans to get hammered and reminisce about Emanuel had gone out the window, andParangosky would be waiting.Mal unscrewed the cap and handed it to Vaz. He took a swig-passion fruit or something, warm and fizzy-and handed it back. Mal took a pull and held up the bottle like a glass of vintage champagne."Emanuel Barakat," he said. "Helljumper. Brother. One of the best. We miss you, Manny."Vaz forgot the audience of hard hats. All he could see was the water trickling from a broken main into the pool at the bottom of the crater. "Yeah, Manny. Rest in peace."Mal handed the bottle back to the redhead. "Thanks again. We'll get out of your hair now.""No worries. I'm sorry about your mate." She paused. "Is it all over, then? Is the war really over?""I don't know." Mal turned and started to walk away, Vaz following. "But it's pretty quiet out there for the first time I can remember."They were a few paces down the road before the clapping started. It was the strangest thing. Vaz turned around, and there they were, a dozen men and women in high-viz tabards and rigger's boots, just clapping and looking at them. And it wasn't a general reaction to Mal's comment on the war, either. The workers were applauding them.Nobody said a word. Vaz couldn't have managed one even if he'd known what to say. They'd reached the end of the road before Mal spoke."That was decent of them."Vaz wasn't sure if he meant the fruit juice or the applause. But maybe the war was finally over. Everywhere they'd stopped off in the last few days, at every shop and transit point, the atmosphere was a strange blend of dread, bewilderment, and elation.Civvies were still getting used to the idea. He'd expected it to be like the newsreels from the end of the Great Patriotic War, with people dancing in the streets and climbing lampposts to hoist flags, but that war had only lasted six years, however bloody the battles. People in 1945- and 2090, 2103, and 2162- could recall what peace felt like and knew what they'd missed.But now there were two generations that couldn't remember a time when Earth wasn't at war with the Covenant. Nobody had signed any surrender or cease-fire yet, though. Vaz wasn't taking anything for granted.Mal quickened his pace and Vaz matched it, deciding not to tell him he had a splash of mud drying on his pants leg. He'd sort it out later. They headed back to the nearest intact main road to hail a cab. Even in a city smashed to rubble, there was still a decent living to be made from ferrying UNSC personnel around, and one of the few places that remained untouched by the attack was the massive underground complex of Bravo- 6. The driver who picked them up just glanced at them in the rearview mirror and said nothing for a while. When he caught Vaz's eye, he looked away."Were you here when the Covenant attacked?" Vaz asked, trying to be sociable."Yeah." The driver nodded. "Hid in the sewers. Didn't even know where I was when I came out." He licked his lips. "Is it all over, like the news keeps saying? I mean, you'd know better than anybody, wouldn't you?""I don't know," Vaz said. "But the Covenant looks like it's fallen apart. Maybe that's the same thing."It wasn't, and he knew it. It just meant the certainties of Us and Them would be replaced by a ragbag of trouble from unpredictable quarters, just as it always had on Earth. Aliens were a lot more like humans than anyone liked to admit.But, like humans, they could all be dropped with the right ordnance, too. That wasn't going to change. Vaz was glad there were still some things he could rely on."Come on," Mal said as they showed their ID to the duty sergeant. "Practice your nice big smile for She Who Must Be Obeyed. Whatever she wants- it's only pain."FORERUNNER DYSON SPHERE- LAST DEFINITIVE POSITION, ONYX: THREE HOURS INTO RECONNAISSANCE PATROL.Catherine Halsey jerked her head around and stared into the bushes.She realized she was the last person to react to the rustling in the leaves. Mendez, Tom, and Olivia already had their rifles trained on the same spot and Kelly had sighted up and was edging toward it. Something small and green shot up the trunk of the nearest tree to cling to the bark and stare at them."Not much meat on that, I'm afraid." Kelly lowered her weapon. It was a lizard with a narrow, almost birdlike face and a frilled crest. For a moment it paused, crest raised and absolutely still, then zipped down the tree again to vanish back into the bushes. "Still, it confirms we have a food chain here.""Just as long as we're at the top of it," Olivia murmured.Halsey wished she still had her sidearm. While she respected the Forerunners' vastly superior technology, they hadn't been around to mind the shop for a very long time, and there was no telling what might have evolved since they'd left this place ticking over. There were plants here that definitely weren't from Earth. If the fauna here was drawn from all the worlds the Forerunners had visited, then anything was possible.She didn't need to point that out. All unknown territory was presumed to be potentially hostile.Mendez came to a halt and fumbled one- handed in his pockets. "Why?""Why what?" Tom asked."Why did the Forerunners put trees and animals here? Just to make the place nicer while they sat out the holocaust, or is it some kind of zoo?" Mendez tapped his radio and Halsey suddenly heard the crackle and hiss from the receiving end."Lieutenant? Mendez here. We're seeing some wildlife now. Lizards. Anything your end?"Fred's patrol was now on a parallel path a kilometer away. "Not yet, Chief. But we've got blossom on some of the trees, so I'm guessing there'll be pollinators around.""Insects, birds . . . small mammals."Halsey couldn't bear assumptions. "Or they're selfpollinating.""Some of the plants look like Earth species, but so far we haven't . . . seen anything confirmed as edible." Fred sounded as if he was climbing something, pausing for breath. "Keep looking."They were spread out in patrol formation with Mendez on point and Kelly walking tail. Halsey was suddenly conscious of being the misfit rather than the boss here, the theoretician who'd created a generation of Spartans but had never actually served, and all the small soldierly things that the Spartans seemed to do automatically- constantly scanning the branches of the trees, turning to take a few paces backward and check behind every so often- leapt out at her. She simply didn't move that way, and not just because she was lugging a bag that seemed to get heavier by the minute and burdened with a skirt. It just wasn't part of her unconscious fabric as it was with them.It unsettled her. Nobody expected her to behave like a Spartan, even if she'd trained a generation of them. She wasn't sure why that troubled her."Bird?" Tom said to nobody in particular, pointing. He sighted up. "I can't tell, even with the scope."Halsey followed his gesture to see a few tiny black dots making lazy passes high above them. Something about the movement wasn't birdlike. It reminded her of a bat's flight, but much slower."If it is, it doesn't fly like any avian species I know," Kelly said. "We're going to have one ###### of a nature table."They were moving through knee-high grass now, rolling downs dotted with stands of trees, some of which were made up of the terrestrial oaks that seemed to be everywhere. Others had bloated gray trunks and tiny, deep red, frondlike crowns that Halsey didn't recognize at all. It still didn't answer the Chief's question as to whether this was ornamental or part of a conservation project.So how many did they expect to shelter here? The whole Forerunner population? Or just the great and the good? And for how long?The quiet was as unfamiliar as the vegetation, layer upon layer of small, wild sounds that merged into the white noise of a countryside that sounded utterly alien. Humans had their own template of normal ambient noise, Halsey decided, and it remained unnoticed until they didn't hear it. She noticed the absence of hers now; no familiar birdsong, no distant rumble of traffic, no aircraft overhead. It kept her on edge. Every sound seemed suddenly magnified. The Spartans' armor clicked as their weapons shifted slightly with each pace. Mendez reached behind him and took something out of his belt pouch, making the material rasp against his webbing.Then something touched Halsey's shoulder. She yelped and spun around."Sorry, ma'am." It was Olivia, one of the Spartan- IIIs. She held out something between her thumb and forefinger. "This was crawling up your back. Might be harmless, but I'm erring on the side of caution here."Halsey's heart was hammering. She hadn't even realized the girl was behind her. "For God's sake, don't creep up on me like that."She felt like a fool as soon as she said it. Olivia didn't react. But when Halsey looked around, embarrassed, she caught Mendez giving her a long, unblinking stare. She could see what he was holding now- his one weakness, a Sweet William cigar, or at least the last few centimeters of one. He rolled it between thumb and forefinger for a few slow moments like a rosary before stowing it in his belt pouch again."Let's you and me walk awhile, Doctor," he said, ambling back down the line toward Olivia. "Up you go, O. Take point.""O" must have been Olivia's nickname. Halsey found herself the outsider again, not the matriarch. The girl lifted off her helmet one-handed to take a closer look at the creature that was squirming between her fingers, a beetlelike thing about ten centimeters long with bright orange stripes and a long tapering spike of a tail. Olivia couldn't have been more than sixteen or seventeen. She had poreless coffee-brown skin and delicate features that made Halsey think her origins were in the Horn of Africa."Just a tail. Not a sting." Olivia let the insect go and replaced her helmet. "But you never know."Halsey glanced around. Kelly had now fallen back a distance and Tom had moved well to the right. Halsey realized the Spartans had instantly given her and Mendez some fight space, apparently without a single gesture or word passing between them. That was a testament to good shared situational awareness."Is there anything you want to say to me, Doctor?" Mendez said quietly. He took out his cigar butt again and parked it in the side of his mouth without lighting it. "Because we've been awfully civil so far."You knew. You ###### well knew. "Is that your last one?" Halsey asked."I've got three left. I'm rationing myself for the good of the mission.""Spoken like a smoker.""Don't worry. I won't light up anywhere near you.""Always the gentleman."Mendez was a hard man to read but it was safe to assume that the less emotion he showed, which wasn't much at the best of times, the more he was keeping his reaction battened down. He just gave her that dead- eyed look. It was probably the last thing that a lot of Covenant troops ever saw."Okay, ma'am, if you won't open the batting, I will. You are, I know, ticked off that there's a whole batch of Spartans you didn't bless or know about." Mendez took the cigar out of his mouth and pocketed it again. "Now, while I'm happy to discuss all that, I'm asking you to do one thing. Treat the Spartan-Threes the way you treat the others. If you've got a problem with the program, Doctor, direct it at me. Not them. They're Navy. They've earned respect."It stung in the way that polite rebukes always did, with a
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Posted Oct 25 2011 - 10:23 PM

I am glad I was not reset.I do not want it to be reset AGAIN.I do not even boost anymore so ya.
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Posted Oct 29 2011 - 08:48 AM

Hopefully my Barnes & Noble will have Grasslands, they didn't have Cryptum, and I think their Halo books are disappearing. I hope something doesn't happen to Arby, i love that guy.
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#153 Offline Silver the Hedgehog

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Posted Oct 29 2011 - 08:07 PM

No one seems to post anymore anyways.:(
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#154 Offline SuperStickman117

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Posted Oct 29 2011 - 08:50 PM

Anyone one else here follow Mythic Tyrant's guides? He's what got me through Reach on Legendary. Halo.bungie.org has his Reach, 3, and ODST Mythic (LASO) guides, all three are very useful.
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#155 Offline BBCCD

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Posted Oct 30 2011 - 02:25 PM

anyone here play halo custom edition?
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QUOTE(Marquise Mindfang @ Apr 19 2011, 09:47 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
This topic so far
If a tree falls in a forest and we're too far away to hear it, did a tree fall?
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If a tree falls in a forest and we're too far away to hear it trees don't exist and never will.

#156 Offline Mr. Fluffy

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Posted Oct 31 2011 - 02:54 AM

You know you play Halo Reach a lot when you do the following things: 1. Get mad at a guy for taking a sword and a gravity hammer (he'll probably die before finishing with either of them, giving the enemy a free weapon while he's at it)2. Snipe through grass using enemies' overhead gamertag displays as aiming guides3. Get angry about which side of the mongoose your guy gets out of when you speed into the enemy base to get a flag
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#157 Offline Vak Il Mio Amore

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Posted Oct 31 2011 - 07:00 AM

^ Orrrrr you just get too into the game. :P
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#158 Offline Mr. Fluffy

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Posted Nov 01 2011 - 12:00 AM

^ Orrrrr you just get too into the game. :P

That's what pros do. :lol:

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#159 Offline A Happy Buzzsaw

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Posted Nov 03 2011 - 03:57 PM

Reach is #6 Major Nelson's blog. It's the first time a Halo game's been out of the top five most played Xbox game.D:
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Posted Nov 03 2011 - 04:34 PM

It's also the first time Halo has had any decent competitors (plural) for top spot.

Edited by Makaru, Nov 03 2011 - 04:34 PM.

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