Castaways Log20 HalospoilersYoure veering left, Chief, pivot right about seventeen degrees.Castaways Log20 Halospoilers6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His on-board compass was pointing straight east, and he was thankful for her adjustment calculations knowing that without them hed be completely lost in a flat gray world. The ocean floor was a series of solid rock shelves sloping gently into each other beneath his feet like scales. There were no sharp edges to speak of, and the whole thing looked like a long-cooled lava flow moving down from the land in slow processions over time. The Chief imagined this planet in its raw state, active volcanoes dotting the place with red magma bubbling at their feet. In a way it made a lot of sense that this prison planetoid he was stuck on used to be a hell-hole, and he could understand how flooding the place with massive amounts of water could cool it to livable temperature providing some kind of man-made ecosystem where the people lived on the banks of the
Castaways Log21 HalospoilersEven though it itched something terrible in every cell of his body, the Chief suppressed the need to explore his new island in favor of more important tasks; like breathing. Why was significantly smaller than Cant, so it lacked essential mechanical objects, like cars, that were previously available for dissassemblage and repurposing. He went in and out of the little bungaloes looking for anything useful: radio sets, antenna equipment, something that looked like a sump-pump that he maliciously ripped from the floor of one house and toted back to the top of the hill where he and Cortana were setting up home-base.Castaways Log21 Halospoilers6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Thankfully, the absolutely necessary bits were present in both towns. Those would be the radio antenna and connected receivers and a small powerplant. These were conveniently in the same building. "I don't know what we're going to do with it but put it in the corner, Chief." Cortana said regarding the sump-pump. "
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Low tide had pulled the ocean farther back from the shoreline than theyd seen to date. The Chief and Cortana stood on the coast looking out of the gray southern sea. The white sun barely peeked through the clouds overhead. The sky had been getting darker and darker as the weeks went by.
Cortana sat quietly in the back of the Chiefs head. Theyd barely spoken since coming down from the mountain top, the two of them had simply stayed quiet. It wasnt an absolute silence, the kind that happens when speaking is suddenly no longer allowed, it was a comfortable silence as if the two of them really didnt need to talk. Cortana noted that she wasnt even worried about it, and perhaps that fact alone made the quietude alright.
The Chief had run out of things to do or say. His mind was clear of all thoughts; there really was no point anymore. His HUD
Castaways Log14 HalospoilersIt rained for weeks. The initial storm, itself, had lasted two days. Lightning had beaten the tar out of the radio antenna, which had fallen like a massive timber, bisecting a building across the street and stretching out toward the coastline. Even now, sections of it were steaming at wounds still hot and melted by the bolts.Castaways Log14 Halospoilers6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Chief sat in the back of his house, the place dark inside and out. The lights had shorted out with the factory along with everything else in the town. Cortana sat silently in the back of his head, using his audio receptors to listen to the sound of the steady rain as it fell just outside the open doorway on the far side of the antichamber.
She could tell her human companion was not asleep, but he might as well had been. He was slumped against the wall by his bed, elbows on his knees, head bowed. His head lamps were off. All that was visible was the dr
Castaways Log07 HaloSpoilersInfinity.Castaways Log07 HaloSpoilers6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A shotgun and fifty brutes in a straight line.
Cortana laughed in the Chiefs head. Heh okay, Ill do a harder one. It was the morning of the second month on HK-154. The two of them were on their morning patrol, traversing the same foot-worn path for the hundred-something-th time since the crash. Art.
Pointless!? Cortana cried.
The Chief was secretly amused at her outrage. I thought it was supposed to be the first thing that pops into my head.
It is, but pointless? She asked. Art is supposed to be deeply symbolic and personally significant.
We werent taught art appreciation in killing school. The Chief replied.
Okay. She said. Artistic Represe
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Slipspace was far less interesting than normal space. In normal space there were stars to look at, planets to pass, albeit at great distance. In slip space there was nothing fancy like that. The Captain watched the panels anyway. They had been traveling for months.
Interesting development, Captain. A deep voice came from behind.
The Captain turned in his chair. Report, Commander.
Nothing solid, Sir. The Commander said, plodding forward. He presented his superior with a data pad. The Communications Officers have picked up an echo in slipspace. It is a bit difficult to make out because of the interference, but it seems to be broadcasting from the Ark quadrant.
The Captains interest suddenly piqued. The Ark Quadrant?
Yes. The Commander looked down t
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The snow line was in view at midday. The Chief looked up at it as he took a lateral route up the side of the mountain. Cortana had let their conversation the day before simmer a little in the back of her mind and was now feeling much better about it. What if she was feeling human emotions? She was one of the few constructs whose personality had been scanned from a living brain instead of accessing a dead one or using a personality that was artificially generated entirely, perhaps the potential for a sub-consciousness was inherent in her from the start and all it took was one good trauma to reveal it. The thought of inner secrets was a little frightening, but also intriguing. Her personal innerverse was something shed not explored for quite a while.
She counted herself lucky that she had a human around of whom she could ask all these new and exciting questions.
Castaways Log25 HaloSpoilersTwo days.Castaways Log25 HaloSpoilers6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Two long days and nights had passed, and now the yellow light of another dawn illuminated the high windows of the power plant. It fell down across the lifeless suit of armor curled limply around the base of the holographic projection pad near the turbines. The pad was dark except for one blinking status light on its side.
This is UNSC AI Cortana serial number CTN 0452-9 broadcasting on all open UNSC frequencies...
The wandering sunlight drifted slowly up the pedestal, warming the interactive surface. Cortana phased back into shape at the center of the pad and followed the shaft to its source. It was the same as the day before, just another normal morning on HK-154, lit and silent with no movement anywhere on the surface of the entire abandoned globe. This place had been purged by the power of the Rings, and over the last forty-eight hours, she slowly realized exactly what that meant. It w
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M. U. S. T.
Magically Unlikely Sequel Theater
Initiating Standard Thaw Cycle
Thaw Cycle commencing in T-300
Vital Signs real all-normal.
Blood pressure 90/70 and rising
Heart Rate holding steady at 45bpm
The pins popped out of a standard UNSC cryo-containment pod in the jagged shadow of a mutilated drop ship fuselage. Within the coffin was the slumbering shape of the universes greatest super soldier. Seven feet tall, a pillar of nerve and wire completely contained in a ton of green MJOLNIR armor. The last SPARTAN. John-117. The Master Chief.
Cortana watched the sub-freezing vapor rise from the vents in the pod. It was the only thing, beside herself, that was still intact in their ruined joke of a spaceship. She monitored the rise in his body temperature. She paid close attention to his respiration and heart rate. She noted every integer of his rising blood p
Castaways Log18 HaloSpoilersSunshine was fun and all, but when a seven foot tall super-soldier is stuck under it with nowhere to go for a day and a half, the charm runs dry pretty quick. The Master Chief lay on his back, the shadow of his small shelter falling far enough across his visor to keep the dimmers off, tossing a piece of HK-154 produce up and down. He would fling it up with the motion of both wrists, watch it gain altitude, fight physics, hang, obey gravity and return to the raft where hed catch it in one hand or the other. It was the lefts turn. It did a good job. Both hands flung it up again.Castaways Log18 HaloSpoilers6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Cortana was bored. Are you ever going to eat that?
Eventually. He said. The right caught the fruit as well as the left had. They congratulated each other and sent it up again.
You know, we only have one MRE left. Cortana said. Well hav