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*Well, we burnt one of there ships, Griffoned one or two of 'em, have sweet elite troopers... All that jazz!*

Meowman watched the Griffon fly off into the distance and turned to see the men still alive begin to make ready for sailing. They had turned from a grand crew of about 75 to a rag-tag bunch of about 30, with only 13 of the sea-able Northmen alive to sail the ship. Still, the wind was true, and they were soon moving away from the dreaded shores quickly. Just in the distance, Meowman saw ships in persuit, roughly 15 arrowshots away. Meowman knew that the larger ships would probably catch them within about 3 days at this speed, but he also knew that he would have enough strength back to give the ship speed by tomorrow. In the meantime, Meowman visited the area where the dead were stored until they could receive a proper burial and morned for the men who had, in the short amount of time he knew them, become his companions and friends. He fell to his knees in shock when he spotted Selchar, a lively young lad who had been his greatest friend abourd the vessel, lying among the dead, a twisted expression on his face. But by now meowman was used to the death of solid companions, his whole city being destroyed in front of him... which reminded him of his resolution to tell Ragnarr. 'In the morning,' he thought, 'when I've got my strength back.' He prayed them a fair journey to the afterlife, and returned to his quarters, knowing he needed to build his strength so he could once again call upon the wind and give the ship speed.

*Might sits down and starts eating*

[ What? I thought this was over... ]

...a novel...seriously? Ok...if you make a ton of money off of it I want some!

;-)

You should include everyones names that particpated in it......
Septim, Ragnarr, Verll, Revenge , Erunion and the rest, If not Then im sure one of them will sue you for any profits you take

As will I... *Evil glare...*

We'll sort something out ;)
Oh and don't ever think about trying to change Verll >.<

As does Duke Erunion Telcontar... And Septim, and Ragnarr...
Might the God of Cows however...

On the money issue, you could set aside 50% of the profits, then contact us individually after the start and ship the cash to us. Or we'll probably sue.
If it's a failure, well... Don't worry about us. :P

Soz double post

If you change Revenge's name he will sue you

Fine I'll say Revenge doesn't want to reveal his true name so everyone calls him revenge. Happy, Reve... I mean Egnever :P?

No its not, change my name in it, I sue your ass!

[Finally! I can claim this forum topic for the ELITES!]

Finally, after the large storm over the northern area cleared, the Elite controlled Supercrusier Ascendant Justice landed, disbanding its deadly cargo containing some of the former Covenants finest killing machines.

Two light commander elites, H'tar Ummamee and Ygar Xumamee are the first to touch the ground with thier large, alien hooves...

[wow, I really didn't see that one coming...at all]

*On the command bridge of the HQ Supercarrier Inconceivable*

Rtas Vadumee, a high ranking, rather intellectual Elite Specops commander enters.  He is almost immediately confronted by Imperial Admiral Taro Putamee, a senior elite and former member of the supreme council of the Covenant.

"Commander! Why have two of my elites been killed!? You told me that once we went through the time warp there would be no human presence, let alone UNSC presence..."

Rtas began,

"Excellency, in all due respect, don't you think its time that we leave these old ways behind and accept the branch of peace with the humans? We will need thier support in the upcoming war with the Brutes and Prophets."

"Not more of your heresy infested rhetoric, Vadumee!" Snapped the Imperial Admiral. "He motioned to another elite to escort Vadumee out.  With Vadumee out of the chamber, he looked to another elite, a Field Master who wore gleaming yellow armour.

"Field Master, take a regiment of plasma tanks, a company of banshees, and no less than a division of our own and rid this planet of the human infestation!"

"Yes, Excellency, as you wish."

The field master was, like Vadumee, questioning whether or not Taro was in his right mind, but yet, he figured he was in no position to give orders to an Imperial Admiral. He left the command bridge and began to assemble his men.

Meanwhile, and expeditionary unit reaches the plateau overlooking the fortress town of Silverwind. Oddly enough, it seems to be deserted, and decrepid.

"Excellency, Shall we commense the bombardment? We have 20 wraiths with ghost support.  We have traced that Demon back to this location, but we think he has more reinforcements, possibly all of whom are demons, wearing new SPI Armour."

The field master sighed, thinking again of Vadumee's words.

"Very well. Commense bombardment..."

And with that, the once dark, cold night sky lit up with streak after streak of plasma.

After hours and hours of bombardment, the same pelican dropship is seen trailing off into the night sky.

"By the prophets, they survived!?" A tank commander balked.

"Orders, Excellency? Shall we order our banshees and seraphs to persue the enemy craft?"

"No, do not, order all troops back to the Ascendant Justice." The Field Master replied.

"Excellency???"

"Just do it, Oosoonu!"

The elite bowed to his commander and walked off. Little did he know that back at the ship, something big was about to happen, or at least that was what Vadumee had said over the transponder....

[OOC: Np mate, i just cant believe theres someone else out there that reads the novels lol, but yeah, this is fun, maybe we can make the next edition following ghosts of onyx (: ]

( OOC: ive read some of the novels to but at the moment not in the mood for a big post )

Erunion stands with his back against a wall.
By all that's holy, what are these things!?

A few of the strange creatures ran past, one turned and saw Erunion. He brought up his weapon to fire, but the he was too late.

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A random scout.

"Reporting two dead elites, each has a mid sized hole clearly burnt through their chest. Hell, they're both perfect circles, with the wounds evenly cauterized..."

{Never played Halo or read any of the novels but I did Wiki it... (Deprived, I know... :P) This seems fun.}

Verthias's boot hit the ground with a bone-shattering crunch, the flared-out rocket tubes still red-hot with the gigantic energies involved in his catastrophic descent through the atmosphere. With an almost casual flick of his boot, he caved in the skull of the dazed alien who had been stunned by the force of a quarter of a ton of armour and man hitting the ground two yards away, at seventy meters per second. He heard the meaty thump of an alien hitting the ground behind him, and looked back, to see one of his men extracting his feet from the sticky mess that used to be a living creature. Within a minuite, the rest of the squad of the Black Guard had reached the ground - their matt black armour glowing red with the massive temperatures caused by falling through sixty miles of atmosphere. He waved his troops foward, towards the base of humans clustered around a number of Pelicans. Perhaps he'd find something useful here...

Zryike appears beside Erunion "oh hey High General Erunion!"

"look what i found" Zryke shows Erunion the plasma rifle

(OOC: and yes you are him because you have to be from Oceanus to be able to use magic and think they were golems)

Zryike looks up at the men, shakes his head when he see the weapons raised at him and puts up an energy shield and a fog so he can keep talking with Erunion

( OOC: the energy shield has the equivalent power of a covenant ship energy shield)

(OOC: Jocular? does it mean funny?)

Zryike finishes with the energy shield then remembers that people can walk through it and before the fog was put he saw the men walking towards him.

"why am i always so forgetful?"

Zryike teleports away to let Erunion have his own fate decided.

(OOC: since when did you become a mage? Teleporting is a very hard spell)

The shovel blow bounces off the centimeter-thick armour plating on Verthias's shin. He looks down, astounded, as yet another escaped metal patient, this one wearing a hat saying 'I are the God of Cows' leaped up beneath him with a shovel. He kicked his one in the face, annoyed with the security of the mental homes around here, and sighed deeply as he saw the other one was gone, leaving the blur standing there, bemused. His men, he could hear through his comlink, were laughing their heads off: it was like a free circus.