Magoose
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How the Human covenent war begins... or at least, the state of the galaxy when first contact was made.
We Will Never Die: Rebooted (A Halo Spartan Quest)
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Well that roll was good then right
Magoose
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In some ways yes... other ways... no.
I, uh, think you might have messed up a roll?
Magoose
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[X]Hijacking the S-III Program: You want to lead a new generation of spartans… hopefully, Dr. Halsey doesn't mind if you… deal with the Colonel
Nonsacrificial Spartans? Maybe a couple get lucky with super powers as well? Probably not but another round of good Spartans would be great.
Nonsacrificial Spartans? Maybe a couple get lucky with super powers as well? Probably not but another round of good Spartans would be great.
Magoose
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I mean... with you in charge, you can make them all get super powers if you really tried.
But they will certainly be better trained if you have a... well amazing drill instructor.
Modus_Tollens
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Could be they are at their technical strongest, having sunk into stagnation like the Ming dynasty. They haven't burned things infighting but they are also less volatile and prone to sending an EVERYTHING at our faces. Foot dragging would be in our favor.
On the other hand, they just cleaned house like we did. They lost raw numbers but actually have their crap together for once.
Or they could be doing so well that their various factions are starting to jockey for position again, more volatile.
It could mean anything. As long as they don't crumble at least the Flood stays... contained-ish.
Magoose
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Ming is a good comparison for the covenant actually: though it's best to describe it as... Sengoku era Japan with all the power players that are in the Allience jockeying to be the next Shogun now that the next man up, Thel, has turned traitor.
they are really divided internally, but United against an external threat.
Or don't find a halo.
or onyx... or earth.
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Nicholas Brooks
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NoxOfUmbra
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Any more rolls
So I guess humanity contact with the covenant went kinda good in their favor right @Magoose
NoxOfUmbra
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Do we still need one? Well
https://rolz.org/embed?kihhvg84
1d1000 => 566
1d1000 => 566
Small Blessings, eh @Magoose?
Well atleast we made things pretty good
A New World: Welcome to the Galaxy
Magoose
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A New World: Welcome to the Galaxy
Rolled:1D1000 => 850
You looked at Ackerson with a wiry smile. Finally… He was in your grasp at long last…
Not that he was very hard to find… no, he was a crafty shit who deserved every ounce of respect he still had beaten out of him with power fists and whatever the Mjlonor was actually was… You still didn't know what exactly it was, except for it was the most advanced piece of armor ever crafted by human hands.
Well, human hands that were not yourself after all. Really, if you were in charge, it would have been really fun, making something so bullshit powerful that it could single handedly start wars just to get the design specs.
Oh wait… Light already did that once with the Giant mecha idea… and the UNSC did not have the resources or the technology to do such a thing.
Shame, you always wanted to see if you could create a lightsaber…
Oh well, maybe when you were not a teenager… with responsibilities and a literal mad scientist in your head.
Though said mad scientist was remarkably helpful with many things.
"Colonel…" You said as you shut the door as the room lights turned out. "Take a seat."
"Who the-" The man swore before he froze, terrified that he was now meeting what he presumed was Death itself. Now you were not going to lie to yourself… you were damn good looking, and death itself was a title you wanted to have.
But Ralph stole that when he got his face blown up by a tank, on a drunken bet, and he just laughed as he pieced himself back together.
Lucky Basterd who was unable to die. Hopefully his immortality fucked him over… No why were you mad again?
Oh right. Ackerson.
"A seat." You stated.
The man, who was imposing to any other human, was merely a pygmy to you. After all… six foot two was towering to most people.
But to you… he looked small.
He took a seat. "What is the meaning of this petty officer, I would gladly-"
You raised a hand. "Colonel… if I were afraid of you, your rank, or even the possibility of you worming your way out of here… I would have killed you, and made it look look like a suicide."
Your tone caused the man to pale. "Giancarlo… The miracle worker himself. It's an honor to meet the man that made-"
"Don't try and flatter me colonel… I want what you have, and you will give it to me." You stated.
The Colonel smiled… like he had some kind of leverage. "Really… what is it you want?" He asked.
"The S-III program you have been building behind Halsey's back. I want it… all of it, signed over to my operational jurisdiction." You stated.
THe Colonel laughed. "You are not even an officer Gian… Tell me, why the hell would I even do that?"
You smiled. The room became colder as you opened your eyes, and looked into his mind. Oh…
Such a… lost, man quietly trying to be the hero he wanted to be since he was a child…Stealing everything that made him into a goddamn man that could save humanity, instead of creating something himself.
How pathetic.
Such parasites should be eliminated… if only because their stupidity and lack of creativity would doom everyone, no matter what gains were given in the short turn.
His hand started to shake, reaching for his pistol. "What the hell are you-"
"Interesting how susceptible the human mind is to control, once the great barriers that protect them… are gone… you wanted to be the hero to save humanity Colonel… but all I see is a man who cannot live with his own failures… and lust for recognition and power." You allowed the gun to be pushed up against his temple. "I want you, with your own free will, to hand over control. In the next fourty eight hours. If you do not… there will be a ping that drops… and a timer in your minds starts counting down… tick, tick, tick… and then, you will give me control anyway."
Your smile was unsettling, and you knew it was. "And than you will go home… to your family, your wife, your brother… and you will murder them, before putting the gun to your temple, and blowing your own brains out."
The Colonel had a stain on his pants. You had never intimidated a non spartan before… were you that terrifying? Or was it just this spineless worm?
"Say the words." You ordered. No need to push the thought onto his mind… he's very much in control.
Of life, and death.
"It's all yours… just don't hurt my family." He said defeated.
"Very well." You stated. "Good bye."
As you left the room, Light finally chimed in. "Really? You're not going to leave him a gibbering mess?"
"Why would I need to… he's just met god in the flesh… I think he'll be promoted soon." You replied. "I have no need to kill him… It would be a waste. Besides… he is now my bitch."
Reward: the S-III program is now yours. New Actions Available.
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Rolled: 832
You had looked at the report, than back to Halsey. "Doctor… why are you lying to me?" It was a simple question with so much at stake.
"At what?" She replied innocently enough as she rubbed her pregnant belly. She looked so small, and large at the same time… the joys of witnessing a pregnant woman grow…
You wondered if any of the spartans would be even able to carry a child to term,,, would their bodies enhance… cause the child to be born premature… yet fully formed.
A Hypothesis for another time… Kelly would be a terrible test subject… though maybe linda or Daisey…
All three might work actually, though the donor might have to be another spartan. You didn't think a normal human could survive sex with a Spartan.
And if they did… they were a god among men… scientifically speaking of course.
"I have seen the reports of children being born the markers of possible spartan candidates… A marked two thousand percent increase in candidates that are now eligible to be spartans… have you been using my research without my knowledge?" You asked.
The Doctor only looked down. "Nine months… that's the average time a human fetus takes to develop…"
"Doctor, I'm a medical professional, and someone who has extensive genetic engineering knowledge… what have you been doing?"
"I used your research as a base… and mixed it into a cocktail… a fake vaccine for a new disease that does not exist, especially among Pregnant women." She stated. "All it takes is one shot to completely alter the child's genetic code… to improve them, in a way their parents could not do naturally. Without changing anything about them." She stated.
"Doctor… your playing god on the future of humanity." You replied.
"Who's to say that Hummanity as it is right now will survive the cosmos… I am making a choice to save humanity… to make them more like you." She replied with a smile. "If humanity needs to be alter against it's will than so be it."
You frowned. "Doctor… I've seen what happens when men and women of science decide to place God on an evolutionary scale…" Light appeared out of nowhere, allowing himself to be known. "It dosen't end well."
"Light… Your research will-"
"I know what it will do. And I will destroy humanity… one way or another."
"The potential-" Halsey started, a prepared speech.
"What do you know of potential Doctors? You only have theories, and history. I have cold logical fact… born from over ten million years of life. I want to die, but my spirit bounds to life… I have seen what science can do to Humanity… for I forged us… in one universe, into the greatest pinnacle of perfection ever to be known. And you know what I saw at the end…"
The doctor was silent.
"The end. I could not save humanity… I could only save myself. I lingered as the last man… natural human… not some genetic abomination that would only linger while the universe died." Light looked at the Doctor. "Do not lose sight… of what we could lose… for our own survival."
The doctor nodded. "I understand."
Light smiled. "Ask me in ten million years… then you will understand." He then smiled brighter, this time at you. "But there is hope for both of you yet. I only ask that you restrain yourself… when the time comes Doctor."
Reward: Halsey Played God… and has… not been struck down by her lack of omnipotence. S-III candidates number in the hundred plus million currently… it will grow to a billion… in only 25 short years.
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Rolled: 898
First Contact…
There was life outside of humanity.
And it came in the form of rebel polity, trying to save Harvest from a sneak attack that would destroy it.
Only it never came… for the enemies of this so called Covenant… were allies… and here to stay.
"Humanity… I am Thel Vadam… I and my allies are part of the Fleet of Enduring Truth, a splinter faction of a religious order known as the Covenant.
We come to your space, as refugees and if willing, as allies against the war that is coming, that we have unfortunately brought to your shores.
You see when we fled, we learned of your species, from an ancient AI construct constructed far before our times in space. It told me that you are the key… the Latch key capable of reclaiming the mantle of responsibility.
We believe that the Mantle gives those the duty to protect the galaxy, and prepare it for the future life in the Galaxy. From what we do not know… fully at least.
But we are prepared to stand by your side… for the time that is to come is hard and long.
We wish you could stand together as equals for Time immemorial."
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Rolled: 1d1000 => 566
THe UNSC… were scared.
First contact was not something anyone ever expected to happen.
But the UEG granted the Fleet of Enduring Truth refugee Status… by one vote.
Reward: The UEG did something smart for the first time in over a century.
Dear God… what a clusterfuck.
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Well, it seems you have a new mission coming up soon… but now, you have some time off:
(Choose Four Actions)
[]Spend time with Purple Team: So... It all started with an idea… to build another big fucking gun.
[]Spend Time with another Team: You want to spend time with your other spartans. They are your family now. (Write in a Team Below this option)
[]Train: You want to train yourself (Write in Skill you wish to train below this option)
[]Katana's are Cool: So Kirk wants a sword... and now your trying to forge a fucking Katana in a Volcano. Why do you keep coming on these wild adventures?
[]A Magic Night: So... Kelly and Linda had an idea. Shooting the moon... with a custom sniper rifle. What could go wrong?
[]A... Special Encounter: So Daisey brought viagra, and wants to see what happens when Spartans have Sex. You think Halsey put her up to this, and she's too much of a friend to rape you. Thank god it isn't Serin... she'd probably rape you because of the Hormone manipulation by accident... dear god that got Dark.
[]The Last Gift of Doctor Light: Light finally smiled. "Im dying... finally. Best we leave on good terms."
[]Luck be A Devil: So John wanted to flip a coin. Now you are trying to strangle him.
[]Floating Psychic Genius: So... how powerful are your powers... without killing anyone, you will find out.
AN: Enjoy and please vote in plan format please.
Rolled:1D1000 => 850
You looked at Ackerson with a wiry smile. Finally… He was in your grasp at long last…
Not that he was very hard to find… no, he was a crafty shit who deserved every ounce of respect he still had beaten out of him with power fists and whatever the Mjlonor was actually was… You still didn't know what exactly it was, except for it was the most advanced piece of armor ever crafted by human hands.
Well, human hands that were not yourself after all. Really, if you were in charge, it would have been really fun, making something so bullshit powerful that it could single handedly start wars just to get the design specs.
Oh wait… Light already did that once with the Giant mecha idea… and the UNSC did not have the resources or the technology to do such a thing.
Shame, you always wanted to see if you could create a lightsaber…
Oh well, maybe when you were not a teenager… with responsibilities and a literal mad scientist in your head.
Though said mad scientist was remarkably helpful with many things.
"Colonel…" You said as you shut the door as the room lights turned out. "Take a seat."
"Who the-" The man swore before he froze, terrified that he was now meeting what he presumed was Death itself. Now you were not going to lie to yourself… you were damn good looking, and death itself was a title you wanted to have.
But Ralph stole that when he got his face blown up by a tank, on a drunken bet, and he just laughed as he pieced himself back together.
Lucky Basterd who was unable to die. Hopefully his immortality fucked him over… No why were you mad again?
Oh right. Ackerson.
"A seat." You stated.
The man, who was imposing to any other human, was merely a pygmy to you. After all… six foot two was towering to most people.
But to you… he looked small.
He took a seat. "What is the meaning of this petty officer, I would gladly-"
You raised a hand. "Colonel… if I were afraid of you, your rank, or even the possibility of you worming your way out of here… I would have killed you, and made it look look like a suicide."
Your tone caused the man to pale. "Giancarlo… The miracle worker himself. It's an honor to meet the man that made-"
"Don't try and flatter me colonel… I want what you have, and you will give it to me." You stated.
The Colonel smiled… like he had some kind of leverage. "Really… what is it you want?" He asked.
"The S-III program you have been building behind Halsey's back. I want it… all of it, signed over to my operational jurisdiction." You stated.
THe Colonel laughed. "You are not even an officer Gian… Tell me, why the hell would I even do that?"
You smiled. The room became colder as you opened your eyes, and looked into his mind. Oh…
Such a… lost, man quietly trying to be the hero he wanted to be since he was a child…Stealing everything that made him into a goddamn man that could save humanity, instead of creating something himself.
How pathetic.
Such parasites should be eliminated… if only because their stupidity and lack of creativity would doom everyone, no matter what gains were given in the short turn.
His hand started to shake, reaching for his pistol. "What the hell are you-"
"Interesting how susceptible the human mind is to control, once the great barriers that protect them… are gone… you wanted to be the hero to save humanity Colonel… but all I see is a man who cannot live with his own failures… and lust for recognition and power." You allowed the gun to be pushed up against his temple. "I want you, with your own free will, to hand over control. In the next fourty eight hours. If you do not… there will be a ping that drops… and a timer in your minds starts counting down… tick, tick, tick… and then, you will give me control anyway."
Your smile was unsettling, and you knew it was. "And than you will go home… to your family, your wife, your brother… and you will murder them, before putting the gun to your temple, and blowing your own brains out."
The Colonel had a stain on his pants. You had never intimidated a non spartan before… were you that terrifying? Or was it just this spineless worm?
"Say the words." You ordered. No need to push the thought onto his mind… he's very much in control.
Of life, and death.
"It's all yours… just don't hurt my family." He said defeated.
"Very well." You stated. "Good bye."
As you left the room, Light finally chimed in. "Really? You're not going to leave him a gibbering mess?"
"Why would I need to… he's just met god in the flesh… I think he'll be promoted soon." You replied. "I have no need to kill him… It would be a waste. Besides… he is now my bitch."
Reward: the S-III program is now yours. New Actions Available.
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Rolled: 832
You had looked at the report, than back to Halsey. "Doctor… why are you lying to me?" It was a simple question with so much at stake.
"At what?" She replied innocently enough as she rubbed her pregnant belly. She looked so small, and large at the same time… the joys of witnessing a pregnant woman grow…
You wondered if any of the spartans would be even able to carry a child to term,,, would their bodies enhance… cause the child to be born premature… yet fully formed.
A Hypothesis for another time… Kelly would be a terrible test subject… though maybe linda or Daisey…
All three might work actually, though the donor might have to be another spartan. You didn't think a normal human could survive sex with a Spartan.
And if they did… they were a god among men… scientifically speaking of course.
"I have seen the reports of children being born the markers of possible spartan candidates… A marked two thousand percent increase in candidates that are now eligible to be spartans… have you been using my research without my knowledge?" You asked.
The Doctor only looked down. "Nine months… that's the average time a human fetus takes to develop…"
"Doctor, I'm a medical professional, and someone who has extensive genetic engineering knowledge… what have you been doing?"
"I used your research as a base… and mixed it into a cocktail… a fake vaccine for a new disease that does not exist, especially among Pregnant women." She stated. "All it takes is one shot to completely alter the child's genetic code… to improve them, in a way their parents could not do naturally. Without changing anything about them." She stated.
"Doctor… your playing god on the future of humanity." You replied.
"Who's to say that Hummanity as it is right now will survive the cosmos… I am making a choice to save humanity… to make them more like you." She replied with a smile. "If humanity needs to be alter against it's will than so be it."
You frowned. "Doctor… I've seen what happens when men and women of science decide to place God on an evolutionary scale…" Light appeared out of nowhere, allowing himself to be known. "It dosen't end well."
"Light… Your research will-"
"I know what it will do. And I will destroy humanity… one way or another."
"The potential-" Halsey started, a prepared speech.
"What do you know of potential Doctors? You only have theories, and history. I have cold logical fact… born from over ten million years of life. I want to die, but my spirit bounds to life… I have seen what science can do to Humanity… for I forged us… in one universe, into the greatest pinnacle of perfection ever to be known. And you know what I saw at the end…"
The doctor was silent.
"The end. I could not save humanity… I could only save myself. I lingered as the last man… natural human… not some genetic abomination that would only linger while the universe died." Light looked at the Doctor. "Do not lose sight… of what we could lose… for our own survival."
The doctor nodded. "I understand."
Light smiled. "Ask me in ten million years… then you will understand." He then smiled brighter, this time at you. "But there is hope for both of you yet. I only ask that you restrain yourself… when the time comes Doctor."
Reward: Halsey Played God… and has… not been struck down by her lack of omnipotence. S-III candidates number in the hundred plus million currently… it will grow to a billion… in only 25 short years.
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Rolled: 898
First Contact…
There was life outside of humanity.
And it came in the form of rebel polity, trying to save Harvest from a sneak attack that would destroy it.
Only it never came… for the enemies of this so called Covenant… were allies… and here to stay.
"Humanity… I am Thel Vadam… I and my allies are part of the Fleet of Enduring Truth, a splinter faction of a religious order known as the Covenant.
We come to your space, as refugees and if willing, as allies against the war that is coming, that we have unfortunately brought to your shores.
You see when we fled, we learned of your species, from an ancient AI construct constructed far before our times in space. It told me that you are the key… the Latch key capable of reclaiming the mantle of responsibility.
We believe that the Mantle gives those the duty to protect the galaxy, and prepare it for the future life in the Galaxy. From what we do not know… fully at least.
But we are prepared to stand by your side… for the time that is to come is hard and long.
We wish you could stand together as equals for Time immemorial."
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Rolled: 1d1000 => 566
THe UNSC… were scared.
First contact was not something anyone ever expected to happen.
But the UEG granted the Fleet of Enduring Truth refugee Status… by one vote.
Reward: The UEG did something smart for the first time in over a century.
Dear God… what a clusterfuck.
----------------------------------------------------------------------
Well, it seems you have a new mission coming up soon… but now, you have some time off:
(Choose Four Actions)
[]Spend time with Purple Team: So... It all started with an idea… to build another big fucking gun.
[]Spend Time with another Team: You want to spend time with your other spartans. They are your family now. (Write in a Team Below this option)
[]Train: You want to train yourself (Write in Skill you wish to train below this option)
[]Katana's are Cool: So Kirk wants a sword... and now your trying to forge a fucking Katana in a Volcano. Why do you keep coming on these wild adventures?
[]A Magic Night: So... Kelly and Linda had an idea. Shooting the moon... with a custom sniper rifle. What could go wrong?
[]A... Special Encounter: So Daisey brought viagra, and wants to see what happens when Spartans have Sex. You think Halsey put her up to this, and she's too much of a friend to rape you. Thank god it isn't Serin... she'd probably rape you because of the Hormone manipulation by accident... dear god that got Dark.
[]The Last Gift of Doctor Light: Light finally smiled. "Im dying... finally. Best we leave on good terms."
[]Luck be A Devil: So John wanted to flip a coin. Now you are trying to strangle him.
[]Floating Psychic Genius: So... how powerful are your powers... without killing anyone, you will find out.
AN: Enjoy and please vote in plan format please.
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[X]Plan: Fun times
-[X]A Magic Night: So... Kelly and Linda had an idea. Shooting the moon... with a custom sniper rifle. What could go wrong?
-[X]Floating Psychic Genius: So... how powerful are your powers... without killing anyone, you will find out.
-[X]Spend time with Purple Team: So... It all started with an idea… to build a big fucking gun.
-[X]A... Special Encounter: So Daisey brought viagra, and wants to see what when Spartans have Sex. You think Halsey put her up to this, and she's too much of a friend to rape you. Thank god it isn't Serin... she'd probably rape you because of the Hormone manipulation by accident... dear god that got Dark.
Time to have some fun
-[X]A Magic Night: So... Kelly and Linda had an idea. Shooting the moon... with a custom sniper rifle. What could go wrong?
-[X]Floating Psychic Genius: So... how powerful are your powers... without killing anyone, you will find out.
-[X]Spend time with Purple Team: So... It all started with an idea… to build a big fucking gun.
-[X]A... Special Encounter: So Daisey brought viagra, and wants to see what when Spartans have Sex. You think Halsey put her up to this, and she's too much of a friend to rape you. Thank god it isn't Serin... she'd probably rape you because of the Hormone manipulation by accident... dear god that got Dark.
Time to have some fun
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Magoose
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Plan format please.