Halo (2001 Video Game)
Sgt. Johnson: Well, I don't care if it's God's own anti-son-of-a-bitch machine or a giant hula hoop, we're not gonna let 'em have it!
[as you enter the Longsword Fighter]
Cortana: We're cutting it close!
[the Master Chief sits down, hits a few buttons]
The Master Chief: Here we go.
[the fighter launches, Halo explodes, the engines give a critical temperature warning]
Cortana: Shut them down, we'll need them later.
Cortana: Fancy a look?
The Master Chief: Did anyone else make it?
Cortana: Scanning... Just dust and echoes. We're the only ones left. We... did what we had to do, for Earth. An entire Covenant armada, obliterated, and the Flood... we had no choice... Halo. It's finished.
The Master Chief: No, I think we're just getting started.
Pvt. Mendoza: [Jenkins's video feed - Marines are examining a brutally killed elite] ... which is weird right? I mean, look at it, something scrambled the insides.
Sgt. Johnson: Hunh. Plasma scoring?
Pvt. Mendoza: Yeah, I don't know, maybe there was an accident you know, friendly fire?
Captain Keyes: What do we have Sergeant?
Sgt. Johnson: Looks like a Covenant patrol, bad-ass elite unit, all KIA.
Captain Keyes: Real pretty, friend of yours?
Pvt. Mendoza: Nah, we just met.
Captain Keyes: Cortana, all I need to know is did we lose them?
Cortana: I think we both know the answer to that.
Captain Keyes: We made a blind jump. How did they...
Cortana: Get here first? The Covenant ships have always been faster. As for tracking us all the way from Reach, at lightspeed my maneuvering options were limited.
Captain Keyes: We were running dark, yes?
Cortana: Until we decelerated, no one could have missed the hole we tore in subspace. They were waiting for us on the far side of the planet.
Captain Keyes: So, where do we stand?
Cortana: Our fighters are mopping up the last of their recon picket, nothing serious. But I've located approach signatures for multiple CCS battlegroups, make it three capital ships per group.
Captain Keyes: Well, that's it then. Bring the ship back up to Combat Alert Alpha. I want everyone at their stations.
Cortana: Everyone, sir?
Captain Keyes: Everyone.
Cortana: [at the Control Room control panel] There, try that.
The Master Chief: [the Master Chief puts Cortana's AI chip into the panel] You okay?
Cortana: Never been better! You can't imagine the wealth of knowledge here. So much so fast! It's glorious!
The Master Chief: So, what kind of weapon is it?
Cortana: What are you talking about?
The Master Chief: Let's stay focused, now. Halo - how do we use it against the Covenant?
Cortana: This ring isn't a cudgel, you barbarian, it's something else. Something much more important. Gimme a second to access... Yes, this ring, it's forerunner. The forerunner built this ring, what they call a fortress world, in order to... Wait... no, that can't be... Oh, those Covenant fools! They must have known! There must have been signs!
The Master Chief: Slow down. You're losin' me.
Cortana: The Covenant found something, buried in this ring, something terrible, and now, they're afraid.
The Master Chief: Something buried? Wha...
Cortana: The Captain! We've got to stop the Captain!
The Master Chief: Keyes?
Cortana: The weapons cache he's looking for it's not really... it doesn't really exist!
The Master Chief: I don't understa...
Cortana: There's no time! Get out of here, find Keyes, stop him!
[the Master Chief runs out of the room]
Cortana: Before it's too late!
The Master Chief: Captain Keyes.
Captain Keyes: Good to see you, Master Chief! Things aren't going well. Cortana did her best, but we really never had a chance.
Cortana: A dozen superior Covenant battleships against a single Halcyon class cruiser. With those odds I'm content with three... make that four kills.
Cortana: [she turns to the Master Cheif] Sleep well?
The Master Chief: No thanks to your driving... Yes.
Cortana: So you did miss me.
[the Monitor hits the floor after the Chief inserts the Index into the core and Cortana arise from the hologram panel in a foul mood]
Cortana: I have been cooped up in here for twelve hours watching you toatie about helping that thing get set to slit our throats!
The Master Chief: Hold on now, he's a friend.
Cortana: [Sarcastically] Oh! I didn't realize! Is he your pal? Is he your chum? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THAT BASTARD ALMOST MADE YOU DO?
The Master Chief: Yeeessss; activate Halo's defenses and destroy the Flood, which is why we brought the Index to the control center.
Cortana: You mean this?
[Holds up the Index]
343 Guilty Spark: A construct in the core? That is absolutely unacceptable!
Cortana: Sawed off!
343 Guilty Spark: Why... I shall purge you at once!
Cortana: You sure that's a good idea?
[the Index vanishes from her hands]
343 Guilty Spark: Why I-I...
Cortana: -Do what? I have the Index! YOU CAN JUST FLOAT AND SPUTTER!
The Master Chief: [to both] Enough!
[turns to Cortana]
The Master Chief: The Flood is spreading. If we activate Halo's defenses, we can wipe them out.
Cortana: You have no idea how this ring works, do you? Why the Forerunners built it? Halo doesn't kill Flood, IT KILLS THEIR FOOD! Humans, Covenant, whatever; we're all equally edible. The only way to stop the Flood is to starve them to death, and that's EXACTLY what Halo is designed to do; wipe the galaxy clean of all sentient life. You don't believe me? Ask HIM.
[points to the Monitor]
The Master Chief: [turns to the Monitor with a serious demeanor] Is it true?
343 Guilty Spark: ...More or less. Technically, this installation's pulse has a maximum effective radius of up to 25,000 light years. But, once others follow suit, this galaxy will be quite devoid of life. Or, at least any life with sufficient biomass to sustain the Flood. But you already knew that. I mean... how couldn't you?
Cortana: Left out that little detail, did he?
343 Guilty Spark: [to the Chief] We followed outbreak procedure to the letter. You were with me each step of the way as we managed this crisis.
Cortana: [bows her head] I'm tracking movement, we have to go!
343 Guilty Spark: [still talking to the Chief] Why would you hesitate to do what you've already done?
Cortana: We have to go! We have to move now!
343 Guilty Spark: [four Sentinels appear behind him] Last time you asked me, if it were my choice, would I do it? Having had considerable time to ponder your querey, my answer has not changed.
[the Chief grabs Cortana's chip and jams it into his helmet]
343 Guilty Spark: If you are unwilling to help, I will simply find another. But still, I must have the Index.
Cortana: [to the Chief] Get... us... out of here!
343 Guilty Spark: Surrender your construct, or I will be forced to take it from you.
The Master Chief: [through his teeth] That's not going to happen!
343 Guilty Spark: So be it.
[to the Sentinels]
343 Guilty Spark: Save his head, dispose of the rest.
[the Monitor flies away, leaving the Chief and Cortana to the tender mercies of the Sentinels]
343 Guilty Spark: Greetings. I am the Monitor of Installation Zero Four. I am 343 Guilty Spark. Someone has released the Flood. My function is to prevent it from leaving this installation. But I require your assistance.
[in a Banshee]
Cortana: This thing is falling apart!
The Master Chief: It'll hold.
Cortana: We're not gonna make it!
The Master Chief: We'll make it.
Cortana: Pull up! Pull up!
[the Banshee crashes]
Cortana: [sardonic] You did that on purpose, didn't you?
Sgt. Johnson: We are going to blow the hell out of those dumb bugs until we don't have anything left to shoot 'em with! And then, we are going to strangle them with their own-living-guts!
Marine: [after killing all the aliens on the beach] Area secure! All hostiles have been eliminated!
Foe Hammer: Affirmative! Echo 419 inbound! Somebody order a Warthog?
Sgt. Stacker: Hey, I didn't know you made house calls, Foe Hammer!
Foe Hammer: You know our motto! "We deliver!"
Sgt. Johnson: [fighting the Covenant] I would have been your daddy, but that dog beat me over the fence.
343 Guilty Spark: Why naturally the Flood is simply too dangerous to release, and mass sterilization protocols may again need to be enacted. Of course, samples were kept here after the last catastrophic outbreak... for study. It seems... that decision may have been an error.
Sgt. Johnson: Hit it, Marines! Go! Go! Go! The corps ain't payin' us by the hour!
Grunt: [after sticking a plasma grenade to him] Get it off! Get it off! Get it...
Sgt. Johnson: [after Master Chief dies] Damn it! Get Cortana out of his head!
[the Master Chief plugs the AI Cortana into his MJOLNIR armor memory matrix]
Cortana: Hmm. Your architecture is a quite similar the Autumn's.
The Master Chief: Don't get any funny ideas.
Sgt. Johnson: [when a large number of hostiles appears] MARINES, we are LEAVING!
Pvt. Chips Dubbo: [engages a horde of Combat Flood] Oh God! I recognize that one... That was Bob!
Marine: So how do we get inside the ship if it's in the air? The corps issued me a rifle, not wings.
Cortana: [to Master Chief after killing Captain Keyes] What the hell are you doing?
Cortana: [announcing over loud speaker] Security to the Bridge. The Master Cheif has gone rampant. Take him down, boys.
Captain Keyes: [FPV from Pvt. Jenkins' helmet cam] Right, let's get this door open.
Pvt. Mendoza: I'll try, sir. But it looks like these Covenant tried pretty hard to lock it down.
Captain Keyes: Just do it, son.
Pvt. Mendoza: Yes, sir.
[Mendoza uses a codebreaker and opens the door; he motions to enter the room. Jenkins, Mendoza and Bisenti go in and fan out]
Pvt. Bisenti: I got a bad feeling about this...
Sgt. Johnson: Boy, you always got a bad feeling about something.
Marine: [over radio] Captain? Sarge? Can you hear me?
Captain Keyes: What's going on, soldier?
Marine: [over radio] We got contacts, lots of 'em! But they're not Covenant! They're just tearin' through us! What the... Oh, no!
Sgt. Johnson: Corporal? Do you copy, over? Mendoza, get your ass back up to second squad's position and find out what the hell is going on!
Pvt. Mendoza: But...
Sgt. Johnson: I don't have time for your lip, soldier! I gave you an order!
Pvt. Mendoza: But Sarge, listen!
[ominous crawling and slurping is heard]
Pvt. Bisenti: What is that?
Sgt. Johnson: Where's that comin' from, Mendoza?
Pvt. Mendoza: Everywhere! I don't... There! Mira!
[points as infection form Flood pour out of a door]
Pvt. Bisenti: [an infection form latches onto his face] Gaaah! Get it out! Get it out!
Pvt. Mendoza: Hold still! Hold still!
Sgt. Johnson: Let 'em have it!
[the Marines open fire]
Captain Keyes: Sergeant, we're surrounded!
Sgt. Johnson: Goddammit, Jenkins! Fire your weapon!
Pvt. Jenkins: There are too many, Sarge!
Sgt. Johnson: Don't even think about it, Marine.
Pvt. Mendoza: Aw, this is loco!
Captain Keyes: Get back here, Marine! That's an order!
[Johnson calls out to Jenkins whose cam is blocked by the Flood; video feed ends]
Sgt. Johnson: [to Fire Team Charlie] Once again, it is our job to finish what the flyboys started. We are leaving this ship, platoon, and engaging the Covenant on solid ground. When we meet the enemy, we will rip their skulls from their spines, and toss 'em away, laughin'! Am I right, Marines?
Grunt: [after sticking with plasma grenade] Oh no! Not again!
Cortana: The Covenant believe that what they call the Silent Cartographer is somewhere under this island. The Cartographer is a Map Room that will show us the location of Halo's Control Center. The Island has multiple structures and installations, one of them contains the Map room.
Foe Hammer: The LZ looks clear! I'm bringin' us down! Get set to come out swingin'! Touchdown! HIT IT MARINES!
Captain Keyes: Stow your belly-aching, soldier. Remember you're a leatherneck.
Grunt: [after killing you] Get up, so I can do that again!
Marine: [after killing an enemy] Get up, so I can kill you again!
Sgt. Johnson: [to Fire Team Charlie] Men, here is where we show those split-chin squid-head sons-of-bitches that they could not have picked a worse enemy than the human race! We are going to blow the hell out of those dumb bugs, until we don't have anything left to shoot 'em with! And then we are going to strangle them with their own-living-guts! Am I *right*, Marines?
Marine: [if you shoot him] Do I owe you money?
Grunt: I'm glad that food nipple is waiting for me on the starship cause man, have I worked up a big, grunty, thirst!
Sgt. Johnson: [if you kill a lot of enemies] I'm startin' to feel sorry for them.
343 Guilty Spark: It is curious that you brought such ineffective weapons to combat the Flood, despite the containment protocols.
343 Guilty Spark: These Sentinels will supplement your combat system. But I suggest you upgrade to at least a Class Twelve combat skin. Your current model only scans as a Class Two, which is ill-suited for this kind of work.
343 Guilty Spark: The installation was specifically built to study and contain the Flood. Their survival as a race was dependent upon it. I am grateful to see that some of them survived to reproduce.
naval officer: [on the Pillar of Autumn after attack has started] Looks like I picked the wrong day to stop smokin'.
343 Guilty Spark: [after hitting 343 Guilty Spark with your gun] We have much more important things to do.
Cortana: [Before crash landing on Halo in the life pod] Sure you wouldn't rather take a seat?
The Master Chief: We'll be fine.
Traumatized Marine: Stay back! Stay back, you're not turning me into one of those things! I'll blow your brains out! Get away from me! Gaaaaahh! Aaaaahh! Don't touch me, you freaks, I won't be like you, I'll die first! Find your own hiding place, the monsters are everywhere! Play dead! That's what I did... played dead. They took the live ones... Oh, God, I can still hear them!
Traumatized Marine: Monsters... Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhaaahhh... Just leave me alooooone! Sarge? Mendoza? Bisenti? All gone... the things took them, away, away, away, they went away...
[mumbles and cries]
Traumatized Marine: They're gone! Get it? Gone! They won't get me! Oh God... oh God I don't want to be like them, please, please no, please nooo...
Elite: Wort Wort Wort!
343 Guilty Spark: You can see how the body's been transformed by the genetic restructuring of the Flood infection. The small creatures carry spores that cause a host to mutate. The mutated host then produces spores that can pass the Flood to others. It is insidious and elegant. As long as any hosts remain, the Flood is virulent.
343 Guilty Spark: [after clubing 343 Guilty Spark with your gun] Are you finished yet?
343 Guilty Spark: [after smacking 343 Guilty Spark with your gun] Please control your temper.
343 Guilty Spark: [after hitting 343 Guilty Spark with your gun] Please stop marring your weapon.