"So how did it happen? Why—how could you do it? Halo is evil. It is a tool, yes, and can only be used by a craftsman. However it is a tool created by an evil craftsman and would only be used by another evil craftsman," the Arbitor inquired.

"From what I have heard, it seems you do not know the true extent of Halo's multiple functions. You must understand, the whole destroying all life thing is only true on one level. The Icon which you encountered had been one of many such. This Icon, however had been lost a century ago. You see, the Green Icon is a plague. The red Icon will destroy planets—"

"HA! THE ICONS ARE EVIL!"

"No! The blue Icon heals all wounds. The purple will revive people who's minds have been damaged. The yellow will bring galactic peace. My best work is the orange, though. It allows the activator and any within five feet to become gods!"

"And you have used this orange icon?"

"Alas, no. For you see, any Halo I step onto self-destructs. Quite a shame.:

"Indeed."

"I believe you know of another. An artificial Icon made by humans. A program that will­­­—"

"Restore the mind of one inflicted by the Flood."

"Yes. Now, allow me a moment." Pulling his coat open, showing a set of Icons and a set of similar technologies, the Forerunner pulled out a ring similar to a Halo, but A) at a much smaller scale, and B) it had a space to insert an icon on the side. "This is a miniature Halo, which channels the same Icons at a much smaller scale. It will not affect anything outside this base, but I can do what I wish with it. Sadly, the orange Icon will not work on this." Pulling out a smaller yellow Icon, Halios inserted it into the "Halo 3" and yelled, "FLOOD! I COMMAND YOU TO LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPONS AND DESTROY YOURSELVES!" After de-activating the machine, he said, "Mind control, gotta love it."

"So you will leave?"

"No. The Flood will. I will remain here. I need somewhere to base my operations."

"THIS IS MY BASE! IT WILL NOT BE TAKEN OVER! YOU WILL NOT USE IT FOR YOUR…OPERATIONS, WHATEVER THEY MAY BE!"

"Oh that is where you are wrong, Arbitor. You are no longer in charge. My operations will proceed from here. I will claim the human Icon. You will be my servant and you will obey!"

"Imbecile, do you really think you will get away with it? The higherarks will destroy you!"

"Wrong! I control the higherarks! Soon I will find a way around the destruction flaw and I will be a god! TAKE HIM AWAY!" He shouted as a dozen pairs of hands grabbed him.

"DIE! HALIOS! I WILL TAKE YOU AND THE REST OF THIS BASE WITH ME!" Shaking free, Arbitor pulled out the rest of his plasma grenades and dual-wielded a pair of plasma rifles. Shooting the grenades, filling them with more plasma, he stuck them together, creating a bomb roughly as tall as he was, only spherical. He hurled it at Halios and ran. He went to Lilandra's room and got her to flee. He then raced to the containment cell, knocked the Spartan out and took him with them, thinking, I'll need all the allies I can get. On his way out, he managed to find a two of each, a hunter, grunt, elite, and jackals. Sadly, they only could find two plasma pistols and a plasma grenade. The hunters had their shields, but one was missing an arm and one's gun was out of ammo. It still made a good heat source though, so they brought it.

LATER

"Ugh. Woah, did I just get laid?" 204 said.

"No filth! You were captured! We're on the run from the creator of the Halos. I got you out because I need as many allies as possible. I want you to contact your leader, 117 and have him send as many Spartans as possible. Then, I want you to answer some questions."

"Fine, I'll contact him, but you had better leave my genitals alone!" 204 said.

"You are a pervert. Don't worry, we're not going to touch you."

LATER

"I contacted them, they'll be arriving soon." The Spartan said.

"How soon?" Seimus replied.

"3…2…"

"What?"

"1!" With a flash, seven Spartans appeared.

"Unit 200! Reporting for duty. Sir, I will follow any order and will obey every command. Just say the word and I will—AH!" A pink Spartan said before being chased down and gutted by a hunter's shield.

"What? Oh hey…Yeah… um… I'm 201…Dan. Ummm… you can't see it, but I'm the Goatee!" A dark green Spartan said.

"SIR! HALO FREAK ALBERT THE ALBANIAN! I HATE YOU ARBITOR, GO TO HELL! NUMBER 202!" A hunter moved towards him, but Arbitor waved it away from the black Spartan.

"I'm Nick, number 207, specializing in scorpion driving and sniping." Blood red armor.

"Leconi, Andrew, number 203! I like bombs!" Gold armor.

"Are yew dewpad! I'm Kevin! I piss people off so they can't think straight and then nail them in the spine with my shotgun! 239." Purple armor.

"Who's he?" Arbitor asked, indicating to a Spartan with blue armor.

"He's Twitch. We don't know his real name, he doesn't talk much."

RECAP OF NEW SPARTANS

NAME NUMBER COLOURSPECIALTY NICKNAME

DAN 201 GREENALL AROUND GOATEE

ALBERT 202 BLACKSUICIDAL HALO FREAK

NICK 207 REDTANK/SNIPER NITRO

ANDREW 203 GOLDDEMOLITIONS AND1

KEVIN 239 PURPLEANNOYING FAG

? ? BLUE ? TWITCH

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