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Halo: The Last Effort

Halo: The Last Effort

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While the UNSC is fighting off the Covenant on Planet Reach, an illegal project, Codenamed HOUR-0, has been initiated as a last ditch effort to fend off these Alien Monsters.

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Introduction

[!!!IMPORTANT!!!]

There are Currently
  • SPARTAN Spots: CLOSED
  • ODST Spots: 1 Left
  • Marine Spots: 4 Left





Doctor Mannison sat in front of his workstation computer, scrolling through his huge list of contraband. The rain thundered down upon the dirt above his underground facility. He smiled and pushed his black hair out of his eyes. The list went on, and on, and on: Modified MJOLNIR armor, Hundreds of weapons, unfinished UNSC research, and so much more. His Assistant Doctors, Militarists, researchers, and miscellaneous helpers hurried around behind him, researching things the UNSC refuses to research. The Doctor knew what they were doing was illegal, but he knew it would one day save the world. His team took risks. The "UP-RISE", as he calls his group, finishes research the UNSC doesn't have time to. Takes risks they don't. Breaks rules for the survival of human-kind.

Illegal?

YES.

Relatively Immoral?

YES.

Are they creating powers to save the human race?

We sure as Hell think we are.

Doctor Mannison stood from his workstation, stretching his back and surveying the Research Room in fron of him. He heard a beeping noise in his head, and he said to himself "Accept Incoming Call...". His Nueral Implant recognized the command, and allowed the call to be routed through his earpiece. "What is it, Xak?" The Doctor said. He knew it was their A.I., Xak, because he was the only one with Doctor Mannison's Private Spacial Address (PSA). The A.I. was custom built by Mannison himself, and had an interesting Mental process. The doctor thought of Xak as the son he never had.

Xak said "Steven, you're urgently needed at workstation 5A."
"What for?" The doctor inquired.
"An Audio Transmission that was sent to the UNSC only seconds ago has been copied, reviewed, and has been deemed of only the utmost importance."
"I'm on my way."
"Thank you, sir."

The Doctor strode to workstation 5A, which was very close to his station. He found that many of his colleagues were crowded around the sttion. As soon as they saw him coming, they scrambled and made way for him. The operator of that station, Dr. Oswald, was perspiring heavily. Panicked, he shouted to Dr. Mannison "Sir! Sir! Please, hurry!". Doctor Mannison said "What? What is it?"
"A transmission, Sir!"
"Replay it, then!"
"Yes sir!"

Doctor Oswald nervously keyed a command and replayed the tranmission. The whole room grew quiet and watched. The screen turned black for a moment, then...

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//UNSC PRIVATE TRANSMISSION\\
//...
//...
//INTERCEPT AGE: 12.35 SECONDS
//COPY AGE: 23.884 SECONDS
//...
//INITIATE AUDIO PLAYBACK
//[UNSC PRIVATE FREQUENCY] "Seargent Carlson, we recieved your diStress sequence. what do you have to report?"
//[MARINE SGT. CARLSON] "One of my men saw something in the sky. He said it looked like... What did you say it looked like? Like a giant furple fish?"
//[UNKNOWN MARINE] "Sir, yes Sir! I saw it with my own eyes! It just appeared out of a large, white hole. It had about 15 smaller versions of it right behind it, coming out of that hole.
//[MARINE SGT. CARLSON] "What does that sound like to you, General?
//[UNSC PRIVATE FREQUENCY] "Sounds like... No... It can't be."
//[UNKNOWN MARINE] "Sir, look out!!!
//[MARINE SGT. CARLSON] "What the fuck is that? JESUS CHRIST, GET DOWN!"
//[MARINE SGT. CARLSON] *loud explosion*
//[UNSC PRIVATE FREQUENCY] " Seargent? Seargent, respond!"
-----//[MARINE SGT. JAMES CARLSON] ::// Vitals Update: K.I.A.
//[MARINE SGT. CARLSON] ... ... ... *footsteps quickly approaching*
//[UNKNOWN MARINE] "Sir! Sarge!! Shit, Sarge is dead! Frank? FRANK!!! GET AWAY FROM THAT!!!" *small explosion and splattering sound followed by inhuman growls and the sound of metal hitting dirt*
-----//[LIEUTENANT FRANK SKYVERS] ::// Vitals Update: K.I.A.
//[UNKNOWN MARINE #2] "What are those things??"
//[UNKNOWN MARINE] "FUCKING KILL THEM!!!" *fully automatic gunfire is heard* *plasma bolts are heard firing*
//[UNKNOWN MARINE #3] "AHH! it got me! Get it off of m-- Ahhhgk!" *energy sword activating*
//[UNKNOWN MARINE #3] *animal-like voice heard through radio* "Your blood will gloss our path to the great divine, Wretch!"
//[UNKNOWN MARINE] "LET GO OF HIM YOU BASTARD!" *more gunfire*
-----//[UNKNOWN MARINE #3] ::// Vitals Update: K.I.A.
//[UNKNOWN MARINE #2] "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!" *semi-sutomatic gunfire* *rushing footsteps and distant war cry* "NO, NO!! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM M---- AHHHHHHGGGG! *energy sword slicing*
//...
//...
//[UNSC PRIVATE FREQUENCY] "..."
//[UNSC PRIVATE FREQUENCY] "God save us all...."
//...
//...
//END TRANSMISSION\\

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All eyes were on the Doctor as he stood quietly in thought. Doctor Oswald asked "Wh... What do we do now?"



And the doctor said quietly... "Initiate Project 'HOUR-0.'"








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HOUR-0 SPARTANS
The basic concept for the SPARTAN program has been around since the late 22nd century when the first bioengineering protocols were developed for interplanetary war. Since the establishment of these protocols humans have been using performance enhancing equipment and augmentations to make them stronger and faster than previously thought. These super soldiers have been deployed numerous times throughout human conflict, leading up to and during the Human-Covenant war. The SPARTAN program first arose as a brilliant plan to enhance normal human soldiers into powerfully augmented special operations commandos. Initially the three separate programs were humanity's various attempts to create the perfect soldiers, in order to patrol the colonies, protect civilian and government populations, crush uprisings in their infancy and ensure others don't rise up as a result. The difference between an ordinary Spartan and an HOUR-0 Spartan is that the HOUR-0 Spartans have experimental technology inside of them, such as animal DNA, artificial material bones, mechanical body parts, mental modifications, etc.

SPECIALS
Very Fast
Very Strong
Smart
Modified MJOLNIR Armor
Experimental Implants

HOUR-0 ODST
The Orbital Drop Shock Troopers are one of many Special Operations Forces in the UNSC Defense Force. The ODSTs are under the operational authority of the Naval Special Warfare Command/Naval Special Weapons their methods of operation allow them to conduct missions against targets that more conventional forces cannot approach undetected. ODSTs are recruited from the Special Operations Groups of all the nations of the Unified Earth Government and are a strictly all volunteer fighting force. Potential ODSTs are selected because of their performance in their chosen MOS; every ODST candidate is a veteran from another Special Operations outfit and therefore has already gone through at least two layers of screening and months of intense training — not counting the years of training received before volunteering for the ODSTs. There are no age or gender restrictions — as long as the candidate meets the physical and mental requirements they are guaranteed the opportunity to try out for the ODSTs. Once in the ODSTs, a candidate's training continues - its entrance requirements serve as a third layer of screening upon two more, where applicants would have theoretically failed to pass. Candidates would, therefore, already have extensive experience in conducting the types of high-risk missions that the Orbital Drop Shock Troopers typically perform. The difference between a normal ODST and an HOUR-0 ODST is that the HOUR-0 ODST's are stronger, faster, only the best of the best. They're smarter, harder to kill, and extremely brave. They've been put through rigorous training and many bodily modifications to become a force to be reckoned with. They're sent to tag along with ths HOUR-0 SPARTANS to battle the Covenant

SPECIALS
Pretty Fast
Pretty Strong
Very Smart
Plated ODST Armor
Minor Implants

HOUR-0 Marines
The UN Marine Corps (predecessor of the UNSC Marine Corps) were one of the primary combat groups fielded by the UN in the Interplanetary War, and were the first military organization deployed offworld in 2163. After the United Nations claimed victory in 2164, it reorganized into the UNSC, thereby changing the UN Marine Corps to the UNSC Marine Corps. Later, the UNSC Marine Corps would be responsible for dealing with Insurrectionist uprisings among UNSC colonies star systems. There isn't much difference between the HOUR-0 Marines and the ordinary ones, except that the HOUR-0 Marines have slight body modifications and were trained harder than other normal marines. They also have a regenerative chip implanted so any wounds inflicted upon an HOUR-0 Marine will heal fast if given time and rest.

SPECIALS
Fast
Strong
Smart
Minor Plated Standard Marine Armor
Moderate Flesh Regeneration

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Simon looked over his shoulder at Linde and seemed to understand where she was coming from, However what she didn't know is that this was a problem that no amount of surgery or medicine could fix. He opened his medical kit and thumbed around in it for a moment before removing a syringe that was strangely already made and ready. The needle was a three inch long sixteen gauge spike and the pressure seal was filled with what looked to be a strange cocktail of fluids.
He couldn't help it now seeing as there was already speculation of him self medicating in strange ways, But his mental state was slowly deteriorating and this was the only thing he knew that could help.

He lifts the device to the left side of his head and slides the needle in behind his ear, The point making a slight pop sound as it pierces the skin. Despite the speed at which he did this and how hard he stuck himself, He showed not a single grimace of discomfort. He couldn't seeing as he had lost such a luxury some time in the past.
He merely places the device back into his pack before closing it and grabs his rifle slinging it over his shoulder. He begins to walk with a stride behind Linde holding his helmet in his free hand.

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Jeff walked with Linde and Simon the minute they started moving. It was go time and he knew it. The covenant was going to be here soon and they couldn't be sitting ducks. He looked back at the group as they were walking. "Let's go! Those covies won't be waiting for us to start moving!" He yelled to them, with that he stopped moving. In the air there was a light humming noise. He searched around for the source but couldn't see it. "Alright guys. Double time to the cliff! Now!" He said as he turned and began to walk faster waiting before he started running. That hum was from a phantom he could tell ever since the one they heard crash. He wasn't getting caught out in the open with a phantom gunning at them.

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Linde decided to hang back and let everyone else choose their path. While she continued moving towards the cliff where she recommended they go, she slowed her pace slightly to give everyone time to find and stick with a direction.

Aoi then appeared onscreen.

"Linde, we have quite the serious issue. You were right about us being found thanks to the wreckage. We're being approached by banshees from the north and they will be on top of us in about forty seconds. You'd best find some cover, and I mean now." She said calmly with a smile.

At that point Linde abandoned her plan and started sprinting towards the trees on the cliff ahead.

"Move your asses right now! We've got banshees incoming from the north and they'll be on us in less than a minute!" She yelled back.

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Jeff broke out into a full out trot when he heard about banshees. He'd already had one terrible encounter with them he won't have another. Looking north while he ran he could see the purple outlines quickly approaching. "Everyone! Move!" He yelled again. He reached the trees and dove into the cover. he looked back at the others and waited for them all in fear.

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Simon could feel the tension in the back of his neck when everyone heard about the incoming guest.

The sound of the Banshee's approaching was already beginning to mount louder and louder as the others took in there moments. Simon glances about trying to figure the best course of action if and when they do get there, Seeing the crashed phantom he gets an idea.
Sliding his helmet back on he breaks into a run back towards the wreck, Digging up small scoops of dirt with each step. When he reaches the crater in short order he is glad to see that the plasma fires have lessened significantly. So he jumps down into the hole and maneuver around some of the more jagged pieces, Sliding himself snugly under a section of the ship. He lays there below the edge of a narrowly exposed section draws his magnum and waits for what comes.

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Linde managed to break away and dove for cover in the trees on the cliff as the Banshees came over the horizon and began to descend and circle the area in a small search pattern to find survivors, no doubt to try and kill them.

She looked around and Aoi popped up in her visor.

"I estimate that if this goes confrontational then we have about a 45% chance of victory given the uncoordinated efforts of the team thus far and the fact that weaponry and armor is either damaged or too spread out to be effective."

Linde rolled her eyes.

"Aoi, shut up will you? I know the odds here given the fact that not everyone is on the exact same page yet. Give us a few minutes and we'll see if they leave or not. If they don't then we have no choice but to play the odds and hope for success."

Aoi pursed her lips and looked up as if thinking to herself about something.

"Y'know Linde, if we play the odds and you manage to either jack a vehicle or keep from getting rammed off into the abyss then we should do quite well. If they lose even one of their force I calculate roughly an 18% increase in our chances of success bringing us to about 63%."

Linde sighed.

"Aoi, can you just stop with the math please? Give me a minute to think..."

Aoi nodded politely and disappeared.

Linde scanned the pattern of search the Banshees took and found that they were beginning to widen the circle. It was then that a thought hit her. She flipped her comm to two ways and made sure everyone was listening.

"Alright everyone, I'm pretty sure that we can all see their circle widening. Let's take advantage of this. As they get close enough any and all SPARTANS should jack those vehicles while the ODST's cover us from the ground. Anyone object?" She asked.

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"No objections from this end Linde.." Simon pockets his Magnum and slides the rifle off his back. Moving quickly he crawls out from under the wreck but takes care to keep out of sight and stops near the edge of the crater.

Resting the barrel on the side of a piece of metal he lines his vision through the sight and waits for the move to be made.

The banshee's started to circle the area, Keeping there formation around the Pelicans wreckage.
The three Banshee's moved slowly as it could be seen that the pilots where trying to get a view of the area and there height was beginning to lower as they continued to make rotations.
He watches as they keep spinning around and around, But he cant see if one of them will even attempt to make a landing anytime soon. Simon just reaches up pulling the slide back and chambers a round into his rifle.

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Jeff opened his comm. "Good idea but covering from the ground may be a little to dangerous. I could bee line across hoping they will chase me." He sighed. "And you don't have to worry I've dodged banshee fire in the past they won't hit me." He finished as he looked over to Linde who was about 20 feet away from him in the cover of the trees. He let out an over done nod hoping she'd notice so he can reassure her. He knew they SPARTANS would get to the banshees before they could lock on. After all he was fast enough for this, atleast he thought so.

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Linde saw the nod but did not react, as she had enough confidence in his ability to understand that he knew what he was doing. She sized up the slow spread of the circle and the rate of descent of the Banshees and did a quick estimate in her head before climbing into the tallest tree she could find a few feet away. She slipped in between the branches and gracefully slid up the trunk to a solid branch about halfway up which just barely broke the canopy line before she crouched down and waited.

"I'll give you guys about thirty seconds to get into position before I make the jump. The one that's currently above our ship is my target... Here we go." She said quietly before turning her comm to one way.

She flexed her legs to prepare for the jump as the Banshees continued with their circle. The seconds ticked by in her head very slowly until finally her target was within range above her. The jump was about fifteen feet or so, but thanks to her Armor being rather weightless compared to regular SPARTAN armor, and to a few special modifications made to her musculature and nerves by the good doctor, it was almost child's play.

Linde launched herself from the branch of the tree and hammered both fists deep into the front of the Banshee. She pulled her right hand free as it suddenly seemed to realize what was going on and began to spin out of control in the air. She crawled forward on the roughly twenty three foot aircraft and ripped the hatch off and exposed the pilot. The pilot inside was none other than a Jiralhanae, a.k.a a Brute, whom she proceeded to grab by the throat and pulled free of the pilot seat. She threw him, albeit with a slight bit of difficulty thanks to his struggling, off of the aircraft and into the ravine that was directly below them. She quickly hopped inside and grabbed the controls, gaining complete control of the craft about ten feet before what would have been a rather unpleasant crash into the ground.

She managed to enter the fray and held her position to give herself time to observe the situation around her, as the other Banshees were occupied at the moment.

At that moment Aoi popped up in her visor once again with that same pleasant smile on her face.

"Congratulations on your first professional Covenant Vehicle Jacking Linde." Aoi said as she started clapping.

Linde smirked back at her spunky A.I.

"Thank you Aoi, but this isn't the time. Thank you." She said.

Aoi quickly disappeared but remained in voice to continue a light conversation.

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He looked up and saw Linde in the tree. He nodded as if to reassure himself and then got to his feet. He pulled out his pistol and fired it at the two remaining banshees. He started into a full sprint out into the open. The banshees now descending upon him and firing their plasma bolts. Jeff dodged from left to right easily maneuvering around the bolts. He lured them as best he could and they followed. They descended near the ground as to get a better shot and they started firing all they had. The bolts flew over Jeff's shoulder and head as he dodged and ran for his life. "Now! Do it Now!" He yelled into the comm with fatigue in his voice. He kept his beeline path and kept dodging the bullets. He heard the release of one of the banshee bombs. He ran as fast as he can and took a sharp right turn. The bomb landed behind him which propelled him even more. He began to run so fast from the extra boost that he stumbled and found himself skidding across the dirt face first. He heard another banshee bomb release and he knew it wasn't at Linde. He began to roll to the side as it hit where he was laying. The explosion threw him to the side skidding in the dirt yet again. He coughed a little as he jumped back to his feet. He smirked again and noticed a banshee heading right for him low to the ground. He pulled out his pistol and began running directly at the banshee. the vehicle began shooting but Jeff was dodging every shot. One last bomb was fired as Jeff rolled forward out of its radius and even closer to the banshee. He jumped as the banshee flew just infront of him and grabbed onto the front. He sprawled around the banshee and ripped open the hatch. He raised his pistol and shot the brute three times in the back of the head. He had no knowledge of flying the thing so he merely jumped back down to the ground landing in a roll.

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Simon watched as the small scale chaos began to ensue with both Linde and Jeff taking on there respective targets. He decided to keep his eye on the last banshee making its way around to get a better bead on Jeff if it could. He just sighted it within the scope and slowly tracked at as the craft turned.
He slides his finger up and flips the safety lock off as he begins to slowly exhale and squeeze the trigger for his short. His opening came as the Banshee turned to take a flank of Jeff and avoid Linde in her new ride. Simon pulled the trigger and his shot came screaming out of the barrel, One could say the slug of metal was going in slow motion as it inched towards its target. A small smile crept across his face as the bullet made impact across the ships propulsion vent and caused a vivid burst of plasma as it ruptured.

The Banshee began to lose altitude drastically and made a deep decent towards the treeline, The pilot was unfortunate enough to keep straight line and impact a tree that rivaled his craft in size.

A large plume of plasma and flames was all the remained as he moved out from his perch under the phantoms wreckage.

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Linde read into her instruments and found that the Banshee she had jacked was beginning to get glitchy. Staying inside would be hazardous and a mistake and so she decided to get rid of the damn thing.

She looked over to the side and saw that there was a good place to crash the Banshee and so she guided it to that spot and jammed the stick so that it stayed straight on course. She opened up the hatch and jumped out just before it crashed into the base of a giant tree stump, caving in the front of the ship to the point where it was halfway down the ship's gullet. She landed and rolled, taking light damage to her shoulder guard in the process but otherwise unharmed.

She ran back towards her comrades and decided to take up a defensive position nearby in case they needed her. Without a firearm she was otherwise useless against Banshees once they were above a certain altitude. For now, she decided to wait.

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Simon had just started to walk away from the wreckage of the phantom when he noticed Linde bring her new toy down. If it wasn't for him seeing her bail before the crash he would have shown a measure of worry, But she was fine and he resolved to keep his cool.

Finally taking enough of the irritation of his broken vizor, Simon reaches up and removes the offensive section of his helmet. Maybe sometime later he could fine a replacement for that part but at the moment he would have to wait and see if that moment would come to pass. Switching the safety on and slinging his rifle back over his shoulder he strides towards Linde's location.
He walks over the crest of the hill at looks down into the area bathed in shadow, As the night was now well underway on this section of the planet. He looks down towards Linde's general direction and switches his com back on.. "Area clear.. I think its time we leave, My first suggestion is that we let the Captain and Dr Mannison try to reestablish contact with the base while we get on our way too the objective. If we're lucky they might be able to get another transport for extraction but see as its being one of those nights I highly doubt that."

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Linde noticed Simon approaching and checked that her comm was on as she sensed he was about to speak, and sure enough she was right.

"Area clear.. I think its time we leave, My first suggestion is that we let the Captain and Dr Mannison try to reestablish contact with the base while we get on our way too the objective. If we're lucky they might be able to get another transport for extraction but see as its being one of those nights I highly doubt that."

Linde nodded.

She looked out towards the chaos as it slowly started to die away with the Banshees being dealt with and let out a light sigh.

"Moving sounds good to me, but before we do we'll need to do one last shell and head count to make sure we're all set and good to travel. I don't want anyone in our squad to collapse before we reach our objective. Hopefully the doctor will have something to say about that but for now let's wait for the others to finish their work and we'll regroup just over this hill closer to the tree line."

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Jeff lay on the ground. Breathing heavily his armor full of dirt and burns. He listened in on their conversation but remained silent. He remained on the ground trying to catch his breath. He couldn't believe what he'd done but he did. He sat up, brushed of as much dirt as he could. He looked at the dead brute about five feet from him. He slowly stood up and walked over to it. "Your an ugly one aren't you?" He continued to stare down at the brute with pistol in hand. With a slight movement from the brute Jeff jumped back while firing another shot into the brutes head. "Holy shit!" He yelled as he fell back.

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Linde looked up as she heard the shot ring out through the area and saw Jeff on the ground holding his pistol at the head of the Brute on the ground in front of him.

She looked over at Simon and then back to Jeff. She checked the skies and saw it was clear so she jogged briskly over to him and picked him up off the ground.

"Did he twitch?" She asked, knowing full well that was probably the case.

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He looked up at her and just nodded. "Damn thing scared me half to death." He chuckled a little. "You okay? That was quite the airjacking." He laughed again as he began to walk backwards towards Simon.

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Simon laughed a small bit when Linde helped Jeff off the ground and walked over too the two of them. "Well.. well" He said as he approached both of them. "Congratulation's Jeff you just killed a corpse.. In term that would be considered death then de-ja vu if memory serves right."

He gives the body a solid kick to reassure Jeff of its demise and the fallen corpse gives no response at all.

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Simon laughed a small bit when Linde helped Jeff off the ground and walked over too the two of them. "Well.. well" He said as he approached both of them. "Congratulation's Jeff you just killed a corpse.. In term that would be considered death then de-ja vu if memory serves right."

He gives the body a solid kick to reassure Jeff of its demise and the fallen corpse gives no response at all.

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By creating Collectibles, you can reward your players with unique items that accentuate their character sheets.


Once an Item has been created, it can be spawned in the IC using /spawn Item Name (case-sensitive, as usual) — this can be followed with /take Item Name to retrieve the item into the current character's inventory.

Mobs

Give your Universe life by adding a Mob, which are auto-replenishing NPCs your players can interact with. Useful for some quick hack-and-slash fun!

Mobs can be automated spawns, like rats and bats, or full-on NPCs complete with conversation menus. Use them to enhance your player experience!

Current Mobs

No mobs have been created yet.

Spawns

Locations where Mobs and Items might appear.

Events

You can schedule events for your players to create notifications and schedule times for everyone to plan around.

Permissions

Add and remove other people from your Universe.

The Forge

Use your INK to craft new artifacts in Halo: The Last Effort. Once created, Items cannot be changed, but they can be bought and sold in the marketplace.

Notable Items

No items have been created yet!

The Market

Buy, sell, and even craft your own items in this universe.

Market Data

Market conditions are unknown. Use caution when trading.

Quick Buy (Items Most Recently Listed for Sale)

Open Stores

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Character Portrait: Connor-024
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Character Portrait: George Davenport
George Davenport

"There are those who fall with grace. There are those who fly. I for one fly with grace."

Character Portrait: Connor-024
Connor-024

All he wanted was a nice day at the park. Sure as hell didn't happen that way.

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Character Portrait: Connor-024
Connor-024

All he wanted was a nice day at the park. Sure as hell didn't happen that way.

Character Portrait: George Davenport
George Davenport

"There are those who fall with grace. There are those who fly. I for one fly with grace."

Most Followed

Character Portrait: Connor-024
Connor-024

All he wanted was a nice day at the park. Sure as hell didn't happen that way.

Character Portrait: George Davenport
George Davenport

"There are those who fall with grace. There are those who fly. I for one fly with grace."


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