The Human Technological Wonder Chronicles
Video Excerpts from Kiya'Gradolee's secret Spy Camera
Hacked, Stolen, Translated, and "Edited" by Bass GSX
Sorry I took so long to update, but, as a gift, welcome to the Bonus Chapter! Every fifth chapter will be something I, er, "borrowed" from Mr. Gradolee's Spy Camera records. Have fun!
Bonus Chapter: Online Gameplay
The Arbiter walked into a room arm-in-arm with a pink-armored Elite. The Hunter waiting there grunted at the pair.
"Oh, this girl? She's my ladyfriend, Shelley", the Arbiter replied to the Hunter's grunt. The Hunter cocked its armored head.
"Hurglnobgitwaghikbyto?" the Hunter inquired.
"Well, she has a thing for Human names. Don't ask me", Arbiter remarked.
"Oh, hush, 'Fulsamee", Shelley said playfully. The pair sat down on a sofa next to the Hunter. A trio of Grunts closed, locked, and barricaded the door. Facing the sofa was a huge TV. Lying next to it was an Xbox, along with three controllers. Two of the controllers were the small kind, and fit nicely in the Arbiter's and Shelley's hands. The other was the large, klunky Xbox controller, which rested comfortably in the Hunter's hands, Fuel Rod Cannon and shield removed. They fired up the Xbox and selected "Xbox Live" when the Halo 2 title screen appeared.
"You do know how to play, correct?" the Arbiter asked the Hunter.
"Cibuknitwahookgopnikah! Trikewwtyfewegirk!" the large beast replied.
"Alright, just making sure. I don't want to lose", the Arbiter said. Shelley almost shook with anticipation.
"I wonder who we will play", she giggled. The Arbiter had already signed on as "BruteSlaya", and Shelley soon followed as "BruteSlaya'sGirl". The Hunter picked his profile as "Grithnabojyuk". They awaited the opposing clan to sign on. The clan that the Covenant trio belonged to was one of their own making, called "The Clan of Abstract Retribution". The clan that had challenged them the previous day was called "KILLALLCOVENANTNOW". It sounded slightly ominous to the three members of "The Clan of Abstract Retribution", but they dismissed it as merely the representation of certain beliefs. Little did they know the trouble they were getting themselves into...
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"Let's log on! Them Covenant commies ain't gonna know what hit 'em!" Sergeant Major Avery Johnson's voice rattled the pictures in the small room. The Master Chief grunted his approval and logged on; his profile was "TheLastoftheSpartans". Johnson's was "Sergeant Cigar". Miranda Keyes ran in, out of breath.
"Sorry. Had some stupid military crap. So, have they logged on yet?" Miranda asked, logging on as "InAmberClad".
"Looks like it. Here we go, so get ready!" Johnson barked. Loading up a Slayer game variant, he waited for the clan called "The Clan of Abstract Retribution" to join their game.
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"Ah, our opponents have joined the battle room. Let us accept their challenge", the Arbiter grinned. They joined the game and waited. "Waiting for everyone to load the map..." read at the top of the screen. Soon enough, a picture of a calm, sunny valley appeared on their widescreen plasma (they had picked it for the name) TV: Coagulation. The game variant was "SupaSlaya2", which featured all Covenant weaponry and vehicles. The Arbiter checked his armament. Two plasma grenades, a Carbine, and a Plasma Rifle.
"Come, we must engage in combat with this clan and show them who the true champions are at fighting!" the Arbiter warbled. Shelley and the Hunter nodded and ran alongside him. They piled into the Spectre, with the Arbiter driving, Shelley in the gunner's seat, and the Hunter's character sitting on one of the side seats with a Particle Beam Rifle he had picked up on their way. The Arbiter pulled the right trigger on his controller, boosting the Spectre away from the Blue Base. They were met with two Ghosts and a Banshee.
"Feel our power!" the Arbiter growled, setting himself on a collision course with one of the Ghosts. Its pilot was of the "Spartan" player model, and his colors were a drab military green. The color struck sudden fear in the Arbiter, yet he did not stop the Spectre. Shelley opened up on the Banshee, while the Hunter struggled for a head-shot on the green pilot of the Ghost. The other Ghost, whose pilot was also "Spartan" and had the coloration of deep crimson, sent waves of plasma at the large and bulky Spectre. The Banshee looped out of the way of the stream of shots from the Spectre's cannon and returned fire, strafing the squat, pinkish vehicle. Sensing that the skirmish couldn't be won yet, the Arbiter drove away, dodging plasma and seeking cover for his wounded Spectre behind the ubiquitous hills of Coagulation.
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"These Covies ain't so bad", Johnson chuckled, his red Spartan boosting over a hill in search of the Spectre. He and the Master Chief, who was the green Spartan, found the Spectre abandoned, its crew nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, the Master Chief's screen flashed and he was startled to see that his shield bar was blinking blue and red. A purple beam whizzed by his head, and he realized why his shields were out. Someone had almost gotten a head-shot. The Chief searched for the beam's source, but apparently the sniper had decided to change position. A hum alerted the Spartan that his shields were charging. Master Chief boosted his Ghost towards the beam's source. He saw something dart behind the rock near the cave entrance and the Spartan playing as a Spartan hopped off the Ghost, Carbine at the ready. A blue Covenant Elite player model holding a sniper rifle charged out from behind the rock. Master Chief trained the reticule on his foe's head and began to fire. The enemy's name was Grithnabojyuk. The foe's shields dropped, and one final head-shot finished the Elite. John-117 had spent half a clip of the Carbine trying to kill the opposing player, and pressed X, ejecting the half-empty, round thingy that held the ammo on the Carbine. His character loaded another thingy into the Carbine.
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"Of all the cursed beasts we had to challenge! How could that one have dropped our Hunter ally friend so easily?" the Arbiter growled. Shelly shrugged.
"Well, we must fight doubly hard now!" she replied.
"What's the score we must achieve?" the Arbiter inquired.
"I believe it is fifteen kills", Shelley informed him. The Arbiter snarled again.
"Well, let us press the attack!" he rumbled, picking up ammunition for his Carbine before hopping into a Ghost. He boosted the vehicle towards the center of Coagulation to find Shelley's character battling with a red Spartan model. The red Spartan didn't expect the Ghost and was run over.
"How do you like that, foolish being?" the Arbiter laughed.
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"Damn them Covies!" Johnson roared as his character was splattered by "BruteSlaya". Miranda, however, avenged him by sticking "BruteSlaya" with a plasma grenade. He exploded in neon blue light. Their score read "2" now. The enemy had "1".
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Fifteen minutes later it was wire to wire. The score was 14 to 14 and everyone was gearing up for one last firefight.
"Alright, you two, I don't want any mistakes. We can't lose to the Covies, not when we're on equal ground", Master Chief said. They all piled into the Spectre. Johnson had a Beam Rifle, Miranda had a Brute Shot, and the Chief had a Carbine. The Chief drove, while Johnson was gunner and Miranda sat on one of the side seats. Master Chief boosted the Spectre, and they headed for the Blue Base where the other Clan was regrouping.
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"This is a matter of sacred honor! These imbeciles cannot be allowed to win! We shall meet them in combat on the Spectre!" the Arbiter growled. He got into the driver's seat. Shelley was gunner and the Hunter, armed with an Energy Sword, nabbed the side seat. They sped for the Red Base, where the other Clan was camped out.
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The two Spectres met in the center of the map, and a vicious battle began. The plasma cannons on the two Spectres tore at their opposing vehicle, dropping everyone's shields. Miranda's Brute Shot flipped the other Spectre, allowing the Chief a little respite from the fire he was taking. The Elite named "BruteSlaya'sGirl" opened fire with dual Needlers, but the spiny projectiles bounced off the front of the Spectre speeding for her. She dropped a Needler and hurled a plasma grenade. The grenade stuck on the unmanned wing of the vehicle, and the Spartan models leapt from the doomed vehicle. It exploded and gave them some cover from the enemy, whose fire rocked the pieces of the destroyed Spectre. Johnson's shields were down and so were Miranda's, so Master Chief sprang up every now and then to throw a grenade for their cover. Their shields regenerated, and they fired at the enemy once more. Suddenly, the Chief saw the blue Elite, named Grithnabojyuk, with an Energy Sword jump over a rock and begin to run for him. Smiling, John-117 backed up, seeming to be afraid. Still the Elite charged. Master Chief gave ground so the Elite would become confident in his kill. At the last second, the Spartan pulled out his own Energy Sword and jumped the foe's lunge, performing the aerial lunge.
"Game Over", said that announcer guy.
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"Impossible...who are these warriors...?" the Arbiter gasped. The Hunter wailed in anguish. Shelley put an arm around the Arbiter.
"I guess there is always a next time, eh, 'Fulsamee?" she said softly. They stroked each other's faces with their mandibles.
"Oh, get a room!" a Grunt grumbled. Suddenly there was banging on the door.
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"Whooooo! We beat them suckas good!" Johnson whooped. Miranda laughed, letting the tension and adrenaline go. The Chief nodded.
"They were pretty good", he noted.
"Yeah but we was better!" Johnson grinned.
"Well, at least we know who'd win on equal footing, eh?" Miranda chuckled. They all nodded.
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"Open this door, Arbiter! I demand that you open this door!" Kiya'Gradolee roared, pounding so hard that the hinges began to break. Suddenly, the banging stopped.
"Well, that was close", the Arbiter sighed. What he didn't notice was that 'Gradolee slid upside down on a line, with those funky green Sam Fischer goggles on.
"Disobey my orders, will they? Heretics! They deserve whatever they get!" he growled. The SpecOps Leader pulled out the sweet-ass silenced assault rifle from Splinter Cell.
"Playtime is over", he grinned. He pulled the trigger and-WARNING! HACKING PROGRAM (BassGSX'shackingprogram.EXE) HAS BEEN TRACED BY COVENANT ANTI-VIRUS SOFTWARE (Thornton Anti-Virus.EXE)! DELETION IMMEN--Audio/Video Beginning to break down...
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