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Halo vs. Metroid: Remade: Secrets of Zebes
Posted By: Jedimasterchief117<sgt_johnson117@yahoo.com>
Date: 1 March 2005, 6:38 PM


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I decided to remaster my series Halo vs. Metroid now with knowledge of the Code. Please tell me why every time I enter in my code for accesing my account in dosen't work. Enjoy.

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Aboard Tenfold Luck, September, 2052, Orbiting Zebes.

'What the Hell was that?' Thought Admiral Coal who just pulled himself up from a shot from an enemy ship.
"Liuetenant, please tell me what's going on! Are the Covenant here?!"
" No, sir they aren't Covenant, thery're different. Different architechure and weapons, also these ships are smaller and faster than anything I've seen in our military data banks." Said liuetenant Harvard who sat at navigation command. Another beam hit against the hull.
" Damn that hit deck thirteen through twenty- all military bunkers." His british accent became slightly more vulnerable.
" Return fire with another Mac round. That'll slow them down, I think. They are in a cluster formation correct, Harvard?" Asked Coal.
" Yes, but the Mac round will drain our life support to thirty-five percent, and the chances of hitting our target is under twenty percent." Replied Harvard whom was regaining his cool.
" Then, move me right in front of them-" Ensign Raker cut him off.
" What?! Your gonna move us right in front of th-those things?! You saw what they did to the Reclaimer's Hope! Please sir, rethink your order!" The Ensign pleaded, but to no avail. The Admiral's eyes tightened toward him, the gaze was known to shut-up any whining greenhorn.
" You wanna be ejected towards that sun? No? Then watch who you give your attitude to, cause you could get a pretty view of that star from the inside of it!" Coal threatened. Raker gulped.
" Sorry sir, it'll never happen again. Navigating hull forty-degrees." Raker apologized, but he knew that the Admiral wasn't allowed to hurt his crew, especially at these times of war.
" Sir, I see a planet right beyond that star, 30,000 miles from our currernt position, a data straem calls it SR388 or 'Zebes'. It would be a small hop through space, reccomend landing after battle, or perhaps sooner." Harvard stated. The Admiral pondered for a second. 'Hmm, would it work? A hop through slipspace? Would these 'new' enemies follow us there? Hopefully we won't leave survivors. Yes, I'm making that jump and no enemy, Covenant or these new things will stop us!

Reclamation Artifact, following Human vessel Reclameerz' Hope.

Meymaw walked near a door it slid open. He gulped, it was bad news, and he heard the last Unggoy who brought him bad news, well that's why he was here. He thought for a moment. 'What if I simply burn this report? It would be over so easliy. No. He would be hung for such asts.He walked past another door, he was at the bridge. Where Field Master Jul'illee' was.
" Master? May I have a word with you?" Meymaw asked, with a clear tone, which was rare for Unggoy to Sangheili interactions.
" Yes, Meymaw? Another report I see, correct?" The Elite's words cut through him like Jurgee butter but he refused to lose his calm. The Field Master's eyes tightened their gaze toward Meymaw. The Grunt waddled forward to him and handed him the chp-infused papers. It hummed as the Elite grabbed it. Sometimes papers could be sent by tube but this was a special report, it required a being to being transaction, and if placed in the wrong hands it would self-destruct.
" So," He adjusted built in helmet glasses, age was catching up to him so mild supporters were required. " Ahh ha. Let's see, Reclameerz Hope was destroyed, by someone outside of my fleet?! How did this happen?" He continued to read the report.
" It made a Slispace jump-which we followed, and was immeidately destroyed some other presence? By the Rings where are these new enemies-I would like to conquer them!"
The door slid open again-this time revealing minor Prophet Kisefell'.
" Or, we could try to make contact with these species, instead of bludgeoning them. What do you think Field Master Jul'illee'? Perhaps this is their Great Destiny, to join our blessed ranks and further bolster our iron clad path to salvation. Yes?" The Elite thought now what Kisefell' thought, a treaty for a new member of the great Covenant, a new ally and most imortantly, a new slave . The Sangheili spread his bottom mandibles apart an inch-that was an Elite's equal to the Human smirk.
" Yes Master Kisefell' I shall set a communications array for our ally. Meymaw, please assist those Kig-yar, they need assistance with setting the comm. I hate that old thing, but we're a small fleet. The Hiararchs need it more than we do." A Jakal sqauked across the room to the Field Master.
" Ahhh, they found us, and their in the mood to talk how grand! Kisefell' right this way." The Elite led him to a holo gram of an odd creature, but similarly their armor was violet.
" I am Cro-sassha of the Space pirates, and we have already boarded your ships, fools." The Space Pirate laughed in the Prophet's face which grew slighty lighter out of embarassment.
" Field Master, please show them the mighty power of our Covenant!" The Elite spread his mandibles again, the purple hugh of the light making him even more frighting.
" Right away Master." Glee filled his heart battle was about to commence!





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