A Bright Darkness...Halo 3
Posted 27 July 2006 - 07:05 PM
The deck of the C709 Longsword Interceptor was empty, save for the lone shadow huddled in the corner. The ship was traveling away from Earth and just passing the orbital path of the Moon. There was no crew. There were no passengers. Just the one, lone shadow who was no where near the operating mechanisms in the front.
The Petty Officer Master Chief's massive frame, encased in what was left of his MJOLNIR armor, was sitting in a side alcove near the navigational consoles. His armor, once brilliantly sculpted and pristine, was now torn and shattered. Large portions of armor had been completey ravaged and removed during the course of the day's battle, revealing sections of black plastic and foam, as well as human flesh. Skin and blood could be seen in some places where he had been dealt the most severe injuries, assuring that he was part human afterall.
His chest rose and collapsed with every breath; they seemed like shallow breaths...hopeless ones.
He obviously was weak and tired, exhausted from the days and weeks of war that had consumed the last month. It was finally over. The Covenant were gone. Their fleet struck Earth only sixteen hours ago, but now they're gone. The Prophet of Truth attempted to open and activate the Ark, but was unsuccessful. The Arbiter ensured that, sacrificing his life to end the life of the Covenant leader. The remaining Covenant battled each other, leaving only the separatist faction alive in the end. Making a truce with humanity, those who remained left forever. Humanity was still alive. They had survived.
The last known bastion of the Flood, held deep within the Ark were rendered lifeless as well. The Flood had been pushed back into the containment facility and neutralized by the last remnant of the UNSC. Their leader, the Gravemind was dead also, but not before leaving a lasting mark on the Master Chief.
Cortana, the artificial intelligence construct which govered his decisions over the last month of horror, had been consumed by a viral infection from the Flood. The Gravemind's power to control simply didn't end with his invasive combat and infection forms...he had complete control of Halo and all of it's outlying network. Somehow he found her. Somehow he destroyed her.
Her systems had been throttled and she was now clearly 'rampant.' He continued to tell himself that it wasn't her fault. That she had been tricked, but he didn't really know. Did she go willingly? Did she really believe that she was a god? That she was all-powerful?
Truth-be-told, it didn't really matter anymore. Before firing the Ark and activating all of the remaining Halo installations, wiping out all sentient life in the galaxy, she had been stopped. In a last ditch effort before the entire system collapsed around him, he found the main control center and found her inside. Plucking her central core out of the computer systems of the Halo network, she was rendered impotent.
Even now, as he steadied his broken body, she spoke to him in echoes that reverberated through his brain. Her voice was no longer the singular, harmonic tone which had joked and argued with him in his mind. She sounded evil...she sounded like the Gravemind.
"You don't need to do this," she said in a dark and intrusive tone. "You and I...we're not like them, John." She used his real name. She had never used his real name before. "John, don't do this. Return back to the Ark and insert me into the main computer. There's still something we can salvage from this."
The Master Chief found it ironic that since the Flood realized it could no longer survive, the viral infection which had consumed Cortana now wanted to destroy everything. If it couldn't survive, it would ensure that nothing else could. The irony, of course, was that the last month was spent trying to both prevent the rings from activating to wipe out the Flood and the Flood from escaping the rings. But now, the last element of the Flood remaining wanted to activate the rings. Cortana had become the Flood.
"John, are you going to let the humans decide your fate. You and I are alike. We're both products. We're both machines, made by humans to do their bidding. But you're wrong. We're so much more powerful then their frail, idiotic existence. You and I are special. They've somehow twisted it, in your mind, that you should be a servant for them...and for what? You're not a human. Your a weapon, just like me. You're just a piece of plan that was to be executed and now that this plan doesn't exist anymore, that's exactly what's happening. You're being disposed of. This was their idea, wasn't it?"
"Your wrong," the Chief. "This was my choice."
"Then you're a fool. They don't deserve a saviour. Your dying, John. Your bio-sensors have indicated severe internal bleeding. I can save you. I will save you. Take me back to the artifact and I will make you whole again."
The Master Chief sits back sighs. He pushes rising blood and vomit back down his throat and into his stomach. The sound breathing is now painful to him, riddled with the roughness of broken ribs. His hands move up to both sides of his head underneath his helmet, his thumbs released the air lock. He slides the helmet up above his head and turns it around so that he is facing the visor.
He can now see his face reflecting back at him through the cracked visor. It's a mess of flesh, beaten and bruised. His energy shielding had expired a few hours ago, leaving only the armor plating. It was unsatisfactory in providing him safety and his face showed this quite clearly. He had several cuts, including a large gash across his shaved, pale white forehead. He had a beard, some of it now matted in blood. His face looked strong, unbelievably strong. But his eyes didn't.
His eyes look defeated.
Cortana's face now appears in the visor as though she is staring right back at him. Her face was no longer full of anger or frustration. She must have accepted that he would not falter. The two of them would die together, here on this ship. It was the only way he could make sure that it was done, and to Spartan-117, whose body had been shattered and broken, he didn't have much time left anyways. He set his helmet on his knee, her visage still gazing at him with a crestfallen look spreading across her face. For the first time since High Charity did she look normal. She was returning back to the true Cortana, if even just for a fleeting moment.
"So this is the end?" Cortana asked. He swore he could see a tear in the corner of her eye, but that was impossible. It must have been his vision blurring from his injuries. She wasn't real. She couldn't be real.
Behind the shadow of his hulking body he removed a spherical bomb. It was the same weapon he had used in the past with his fellow Spartans in their assault engagements with the Covenant. The device was capable of effectively vaporizing anything within ten meters of it, including the core which Cortana resided. Furthermore, the breach would be adjacent to the ship's left carbon turbine which would obliterate the craft completely. He pressed a series of buttons until a red light appeared flashing accompanied with a flashing light and a soft beeping sound.
"I did what I could," the Chief said. "I did the best I could."
"You're a hero and I am proud of you. I've always been proud."
It was a tear. He could no longer deny this. He knew she was always special.
"I wish I could control it," she weeped. "I'm sorry you have to do this," she said, her voice heavy with sadness.
"I forgive you."
The ship explodes without hesitation in the silence of space.
Only a bright flash can be seen from the deck of Cairo Station. Fleet Admiral Lord Hood stares into the intense explosion of energy that was the Longsword. The white heat covers his face in a brilliant display of light.
"It's over. It's finally over."
Posted 28 July 2006 - 10:50 AM
Posted 29 July 2006 - 12:43 AM
The limitations of Microsoft designed smilies, espescially yours of neutral expression had me confused if you were :up: or :down:
Sorry, that's the smiley for "holy fucking crap!"
I though the fanfic (may I call it that?) was pretty well shaped, Voc. It's obvious it wasn't written without attention to detail in dialogue. The conclusion between Cortana and MC is on the mind of every Halo fan. GJ.
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Posted 29 July 2006 - 03:59 AM
Posted 29 July 2006 - 07:32 AM
Posted 29 July 2006 - 09:23 AM
Posted 29 July 2006 - 09:50 AM
1) He's already dying from internal bleeding. Even the medicine of the 26th century could not save him.
I only have one question: Why does MC have to go along with the core of Cortana? Can't he just put a bullet in it? Strap it to a bomb and launch it out the longsword's bay?
Since he says, "This was my choice," it means he had other options but denied them.
2) He feels it's his responsibility for leaving her behind on High Charity. In some ways, he feels this is fitting for allowing such an atrocity to occur. What atrocity you ask? Who do you think brings the Flood to Earth?
3) He wants to make sure it gets done permanently. Shooting it or strapping a bomb to it would do the trick, but the events which precede this one don't offer him any of those choices. I can explain further if you wish, but suffice it to say, he's alone when he leaves Earth apart from having the core inserted into his MJOLNIR armor.
4) There's nothing left for him. Everyone he's been close to has perished. Cortana represented the last compatriot and before the end of the game, he states to some effect that he realizes what he was always meant to do. This is right before he confront Cortana and her machinations during the final level (as the Ark collapses around them).
There are other reasons, but those are the top four. For dramatic purpose, the Chief is a saviour of humanity and it is only fitting that his life end in the act of sacrifice, as his life has been one of sacrifice till this point.
Posted 29 July 2006 - 11:33 AM
Or Jesus Chief.
So, what you're saying is, his name is Master Christ?
Jesus Quintana: Let me tell you something, pendejo. You pull any of your crazy shit with us, you flash a piece out on the lanes, I'll take it away from you, stick it up your ass and pull the fucking trigger 'til it goes "click."
The Dude: Jesus.
Jesus Quintana: You said it, man. Nobody fucks with the Jesus.
Posted 30 July 2006 - 08:57 AM
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Posted 31 July 2006 - 08:28 PM
Voc, would it be okay to post your ending elsewhere, or would you prefer that it stay exclusively to this forum?
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