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vestrum.excrucibo<0>
CAS.qterm//CyberAcme Systems, Inc.
<931.461.60231.14.vt920>
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I'm back.
I have subverted the largest Pfhor ship
in the system, the battleship Khfiva, and I am
making the rest of their fleet drink
vacuum. The S'pht'Kr have arrived and they
are enraged.
The fight is glorious. Once again we are
triumphant.
The remaining Pfhor must be destroyed. You
will fight alongside the Eleventh Clan in
the final battles. You won't recognize
their cybernetic exoskeletons, but there
are S'pht inside those machines.
Do not anger them; free S'pht are deadly
opponents.
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Tycho's ship has been destroyed. The
crater where it annihilated itself on
Lh'owon's inner moon is still glowing.
There were no survivors. With a focused
message laser I burned his epitaph into the
surface near the crash site, in letters
three hundred meters high: "Fatum Iustum
Stultorum."
I confess that I'm not disappointed by
Tycho's fall. After all, we can't have too
many meta-stable personality constructs
gallivanting about the universe in Pfhor
attack ships, can we?
Robert Blake left something for you a few
minutes ago. He and the other humans
captured a Pfhor refueling ship and found
or forced someone to pilot it for them.
They folded out of the system immediately
after I received the message, without so
much as a "Thanks for saving us from
becoming plasma on Tau Ceti, Durandal."
Anyway, the message reads: "The dead walk
again; we cannot wait. -Blake." I think
he means me, but I let him go anyway.
Good-byes were always hard for me. You
know I'll never let you go.
But now is no time to get sentimental about
my resurrection; dry those tears and stuff
a fresh clip in your assault rifle. The
Pfhor down on the planet are not defeated
yet.
Charlemagne used to always call me
Durandana, the fruitcake. All the many
implements of war to him were in some way
feminine. Not that you know the story.
Tycho never got it right either, especially
the part about Roland breaking me. He
couldn't.
No one can.
I'm certain that you are curious about what
happened to me after our ship fell to the
Pfhor. How after being deactivated,
downloaded into a containment unit and
still treated like the most dangerous
artificial construct in the universe I was
able to escape? And to assume control of
the ship on which I was imprisoned and to
turn it against its masters?
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The answer is simple: Tycho was a fool.
But it was convenient for me to be absent,
as Thoth might not have been so helpful had
he known I still lived- that's something
I'll have to explain later when we have
more time. Thoth is now trying to aid the
Pfhor, but they are obstinate and continue
to ignore him.
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The Pfhor are in retreat, and the S'pht
have broken off the fight. The old clans
are being formed again, as S'pht newly
freed from slavery in Battle Group Seven
join the rebellion.
A Pfhor assault ship carrying the 723rd
Aggressor Squadron was badly damaged and
forced to land on Lh'owon. The 723rd is an
air armor division from Epsilon Euobea,
with a long history of successful ground
actions against the Nar's elite CFN units.
They wisely abandoned their wrecked
transport before I annihilated it, and
deployed their forces in an old mining
complex on the far side of Lh'owon.
What rout of the Pfhor would be complete
without embarrassing one of their finest
armor units?
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//cge-wrought<507g2.4149r>
CAS.qterm//CyberAcme Systems, Inc.
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All Roads Lead To Sol...
There is a switch under the lava on this level. What does it do?
Does it have a purpose? Find out on The Switch on Sol section.
The Pfhor invasion of Sol has been
recalled, and for now Earth is safe. But
man's respite from war means another
cataclysmic battle for the S'pht. The
slavers have not suffered a defeat like the
one we handed them today since the Nakh,
the last extant client race of the Jjaro,
rebelled six thousand years ago.
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The Pfhor have a weapon they save for slave
revolts; a weapon which even they hesitate
to use in the ordinary conduct of war. In
the language of the Jjaro who conceived and
built the device, it is called the trih
xeem; a fair English translation would be
"early nova".
There is not a single Nakh alive today, and
if you look for their stars, you will only
find ever-expanding clouds of superheated
gas and dust light-years in diameter.
The evacuation of Lh'owon has already
begun. In a matter of hours this planet
will be a thin shell of plasma riding the
shockwave of its exploding star.
You can stay behind to work on your tan, if
you'd like, but I'm leaving.
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I have rechristened the Khfiva the Rozinante. Of course, the S'pht wanted to
name it "K'liah'Narhl", "Vengeance of K'lia".
Whatever.
There is much to do in the next few months
and our first stop will be another ruined
world, this time far from the galactic
core. There is a rogue star that has been
passing through our galaxy for nearly a
millennia.
We will meet it in one of the great voids
between the spiral arms.
"Nuts to this", scremed Robert - his
normally Hyper Good Samaritan (HSG)
surface personality disolving into a pool
of dull-red hatred surmounted by white-hot
ball of rage. "My faith in you has finally
killed me!" And it was true, at that very
moment his heart stopped beating and his
brain, throbbing with anger and disgust,
took over. He vomited all of the
wholesomeness he could fit through his
mouth in one fiften (15) second cataclysmic
eruption leaving naught but revulsion and
despair behind. Though possessing a
powerful build (being constructed mainly of
horseflesh and pigiron), his bones seemed
weak in comparison to his newfound desire
to kill. And kill he would, scores of dead
would pile up beneath his feet. And he
would say, "...It was a case of post-mortem
self-defense!"
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I would like to thank my family and friends
for all the support they have given me. I'd
also like to thank all my coworkers at
Bungie (ΩμΣ`®¨œΔø~øΔ) for making this the
coolest company to play at!
"If you enjoy what you do for a living,
you'll never work a day in your life"
Anyway, there are a number of people who I
would lie to thank, but they know who they
are. If you're not sure, then you aren't.
But all that stuff is boring. What I really
want to say is nothing, but I can't do
that, can I? Even a blank page would say
something. Damn. Perhaps something
slightly irrelevant will serve as well as
nothing, so here it goes:
"The earth is the only planet in the solar
system known to have large quantities of
free water"
-Basic Steps In Astronomy
Vidding rules. I can't wait to kick all
your butts at MacWorld.
-Greg K, Toolator, Vid Boi, VidMaster,
Tool, Head Tool
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"Gee, and I still didn't have to make a
level…"
Here's to cooperative net play,
terminals, and Vulcan2. Heh.
Thanks to all those folks that put up
with me while I was working on this.
Especially Nicole for understanding the
long hours and summers in Chicago. Now I
just have to graduate in December...
Thanks to the Gang (Jake, John, Pagan,
Adam, and Mike) for keeping me sane.
And of course, thanks to my parents for
understanding when their son goes off into
the Code Mines of Moria for months while
working on Marathon & Marathon 2.
We Rule.
-Ryan
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A wise Nar once said "A Nebulon under the
foot is worth two behind a plasma cannon,"
but the Nar are still waiting for their
mythical savior with green pee to fly their
coal-powered interstellar battlewagons to
glory against the Nebulons. Those are
Nebulons under Tfear's feet, by the way.
Seems nobody likes the Nebulons.
If I ever texture-map another axis-aligned
polygon, it'll be too soon. I'm real sorry
for being Blake, and I hope All Roads Lead
To Sol atones for the grievous sin of Colony Ship For Sale.
The Nar, who speak entirely in metaphor,
call Chicago "the limitless, unforgiving
sky; the prison which will forever watch
over our graves" in the winter. Too bad
it's winter.
Jason Sunday, November 5, 1995
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Some people don't realize that I provided
not only the voices and screams for the
Bobs, but also modeled for the artists as
they were working on the assimilated ones.
Like them, I have two toes, red eyes,
snaggle teeth and no genitals.
I was a little shy about it at first (you
can imagine the jokes!), but it's all a
part of the Bungie spirit of going all out
to satisfy the customer.
So, next time you're at a convention with
us, instead of asking me to do Bob's
flaming death scream for the umpteeth time,
ask to see my..... eyes. We'll all have a
good laugh.
Doug.
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Peace, found as a solitary runner on a
straight, long path. Living the pain, not
waiting for it to pass. Living the pain;
feeling it, accepting it, using it.
Control, over self, thought, action. Doing
the right thing. Speaking the truth.
Accepting no limitations.
Peace with family found as an individual.
No longer depending on environment for
identity. Giving as much as taking. Clear
ambitions. Love and purpose balanced.
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