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Template:Semicanon The Spirit of Fire Archives are a series of personal logs, crew reports, and incident reports centered around the staff of the UNSC Spirit of Fire. The stories were written in the months prior to the release of Ensemble Studios' Halo Wars on lead writer Graeme Devine's personal website. Devine wrote them to assist the game's production team; however, he admits they are "basically fanfiction" and some blatantly contradict canon.

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 The '''Spirit of Fire Archives''' are a series of personal logs, crew reports, and incident reports centered around the staff of the [[UNSC Spirit of Fire]]. The stories were written in the months prior to the release of [[Ensemble Studios]]' ''[[Halo Wars]]'' on lead writer Graeme Devine's [http://www.graemedevine.com/graemedevine/Spirit_of_Fire/Archive.html personal website]. Devine wrote them to assist the game's production team; however, he admits they are "basically fanfiction" and some blatantly contradict canon.
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 :Paul.
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+===CYCLOPS===
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+'''CYCLOPS CANON: ''Tests....'''''
+:After the Mark 1s were found to be impossible to control they were
+:decommissioned with the majority of them being thrown into the titanium
+:mines on Reach.  Dr. Halsey went on to start Project ORION which led to the
+:Spartan Mjolnir armor development program in 2491.  This came under the
+:Naval Special Warfare division.
+:Bitten by the failure of the first program, and suspicious of ONI, the
+:Marine Corp under the UNSC Marine Special Operations division started their
+:own power suit research division.  Their other research program, ODST, was
+:looking shaky and they needed a form of shock deployment troop to fight the
+:continuing rebel uprisings throughout the outer colonies and sometimes in
+:harsh environments such as the Eridanus Asteroid Belt where Robert Watts was
+:holed up after the rebels fled to the asteroid belt following Operation
+:TREBUCHET in 2513.
+:These power suits, often called “coffins” by those who had to wear them,
+:initially did well in field tests, but severe power problems, issues with
+:the propulsion systems, and the success of the ODST program led to them
+:being mothballed.  Most of the power suits were assigned to support vessels
+:were they were deployed alongside the base pods to construct the buildings
+:once they were on the ground.  The power problem was eventually solved,
+:directly as a side effect of Project ORION, and the suits were updated, but
+:the deployment of Spartan III soldiers in 2536 took them out of operation
+:completely and they were mostly scrapped alongside the Mark 1s on Reach.
+}}
+===HARVEST===
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+'''EVAN’S WORLD: ''2526 continues.. Kind of parallel universe version here, but I loved the story of Paul and Carol.'''''
+:10:55am
+:UNSC news has been blacked out.  To tell you the truth we’re all a little overwhelmed, a “state” a reporter is never meant to get into.  No matter how hard I try my hands are still shaking as I try to absorb the scale of what has happened here.
+:When we got to Harvest we quickly saw that these aliens were not a peaceful race.  We received an account of logs from the planetary AI as soon as we exited slipspace although they were somewhat corrupted and incoherent.
+:Harvest is…. was…  a beautiful planet.  We would sit out at night and watch the Tiara twinkle (my daughter’s word) as the cargo passed through and the boosters engaged.  Some nights when all the strands were busy lifting you could clearly get to see the whole circle flush against the sky like a hollow moon.
+:Now all of that is gone.  There is nothing left to look at, the planet has been decimated and every square inch of field, city, home has been incinerated at such a high temperature that the surface of the planet glistens like glass when viewed from space.
+:Word is that there are some survivors, a fraction of a fraction of the population.  We’ve yet to find them though and I don’t know if you and the kids made it.  I pray to god that you are alive and that we will soon find each other again.
+:Cutter is sending a force down to the surface to see what we can learn.  The aliens have a large excavation site near the northern pole and we want to see what was so damn important that the whole planet had to be killed to get it.
+:Who are these aliens?  Did we settle on their property?  Could Harvest have been their holy land or something?  Why did they do this?  Why not negotiate?  I always thought when we finally met aliens that they would be better than us, instead we have found something worse than ourselves.
+:Carol.  Send me a sign.
+:Paul.
+}}
+===POKER GAME===
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+'''SAL: ''Sal can’t play anymore, but we still leave a seat open for him...'''''
+:There’s a poker game on tonight in the mess hall.  It’s about the only time we all get to relax these days and there is usually a good turnout.  We always leave a seat open for Sal because he organized the game for so many years and was a real bastard about it.  We all miss him but we all know he’s not coming back.
+:We’re en route to Arcadia, which totally sucks because that means no rotation.  No rotation means we’re all stuck on this ship for the time being.  All stuck on this ship means more ghosts sitting in seats.  No one wants to be a ghost.  No one wants to look at someone who might be a ghost tomorrow.
+:We’re looking for alien activity in the neighborhood.  We can’t match their big ships but command would sure like an up close and personal look at some of their smaller stuff.  The Herald and Pompadour are accompanying us and Cutter has been in conference with them all day.
+:It’s weird.  The first time this ship was at Arcadia it was to help build the colony, the last time we were there it was to help in a policing operation suppressing a student riot and now we’re going to be there to protect those same civilians from some god awful ugly aliens.  The irony of protecting the kids that were throwing Molotov cocktails at us a couple of years ago is not lost and not forgotten.
+:Sometimes all we have is the damn poker game.  Sal would say that he didn’t trust a man until he’d played a game of poker with him.  Sal had real trust issues.
+:Yeah, I miss that son of a bitch.
+}}
+===PRESCOTT===
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+'''ENGINEER RACING: ''Meet Engineer Andrew Prescott'''''
+:Andrew Prescott loved to tinker but sometimes even he knew that his tinkering got a little out of control.  Take this very instant he thought, trying to beat the Martian land speed record with an untested and underfunded engine design and actually getting into the car himself instead of letting the AI monitor the test.  No, he had to feel the engine, improve it based on the way it vibrated, sounded, and talked to him.  Possibly kill himself.
+:Prescott sat in the cockpit and looked down at the ignition switch, checked the kill circuit one last time and looked down the flats.  The gravity was lower than Earth standard, but the bigger problem was always the thin air which made rocket propulsion a less desirable option even after the terraforming project.  But a pulse detonation engine was made to operate in environments like this.  Just not on the ground.  That and the word detonation tended to scare people off.
+:Prescott watched as two D77-TC Pelicans roared overhead and landed near the control desk.  Two troops, MPs Prescott thought, walked down the ramp toward Charlie Peters, his ground chief.  After a short conversation Charlie looked over and pointed his way.  The MPs started walking over.
+Prescott wasn’t about to wait around to see what was going on.  He hit the ignition and was 4 clicks away before Charlie realized he was gone and got on the comm.
+:“Andy, what on God’s green earth are you doing?”
+:Prescott wasn’t sure if Charlie realized they were on Mars or not.  “Can’t talk right now Charlie.  Little busy.”
+:“Those military types were asking for you.  You do something you want to tell me about?  Did you steal something for the prototype?”
+:Prescott was too busy vibrating to answer, he clenched his jaw and swallowed his gum as the prototype impressively boomed past the sound barrier.  A Prandtl-Glauert singularity formed around the vehicle with what little humidity Mars had and it kicked up a lot more dust than Prescott thought it would.
+:“Well, they took off after you in those ships of theirs.  You just hit 1K by the way.”
+:The vibrations were now so bad that Prescott wasn’t able to focus, obviously the dust had kicked a stabilizer loose.  Just two more seconds he thought, then the kill switch..  Just two more seconds.
+Charlie was getting excited. “1K point 5!  You’re on your way!”
+:The prototype tipped forward over itself, the front folding down while the engine pushed the back on for a few more milliseconds.  For a second it looked almost graceful, but then the front stabilizer wheel base hit the ground, shattered and thousands of pieces flew out ahead of the inevitable fireball.
+:Prescott watched from the escape pod, which had jetted out right before the vehicle tipped.  He looked down at the carnage below and listened for a second to Charlie anxiously trying to see if he was alive still.
+:“Charlie, I’m still here.  Podded out ahead of the crash.”
+:Charlie was mad.  “Well thank God you’re alive Andy because now I can kill you myself.  You any concept of how much money we just blew up?”
+:Prescott answered dryly.  “Nope.  None at all.  You?”
+:Charlie started to laugh.  “Nope, not really.”
+:Prescott’s chute landed roughly and he sat still a second, closing his eyes.  Zero miles per hour felt pretty good he thought.
+:“Prescott.  Andrew James Prescott?”  A voice boomed out.  It was one of the MPs, their Pelican had landed near his chute while the second was orbiting the crash debris.
+:Prescott opened his eyes.  “What can I do for the UNSC today son?”
+:“Sir.  As per UNSC military code article 24 you are hearby reactivated and required to report for duty forthwith.”
+:Prescott smiled.  “Forthwith huh?  I wondered how long it would be.  Where to son?”
+:“Fort Marshall sir for transportation to Spirit of Fire.  We are to accompany you to the fort sir.”
+:Prescott looked over at the Pelican.  “Son.  Tell Cole or whoever thought so kindly of me to bring be back that I’ll be there at 0600 MST tomorrow.  If you hadn’t noticed I just crashed a very expensive car and my friend Charlie and I have a lot of beer to drink between now and then.”
+The MP looked confused.  “Sir?”
+:“You go check.  In fact, you can check while you give me a ride back to my basecamp.”
+}}
+===SERINA AND ANDERS TALK===
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+'''ANDERS LAB: ''Cut....'''''
+INT. SPIRIT OF FIRE - ANDERS LAB
+Serina and Anders have a funny relationship. Serina wants to be human and Anders wants to be an AI, so their is envy on both sides. This conversation takes place before we arrive at Harvest.
+SERINA:
+Professor, mind if we chat for a while?
+ANDERS:
+How did you get into my lab? I switched off the holopad?
+SERINA:
+Oh. Well, it might be your lab Professor but this is MY ship.
+ANDERS:
+(laughs)
+I suppose. So. What can I do for you Serina?
+SERINA:
+Can we just chat for a while?
+ANDERS:
+Serina. Are you okay?
+SERINA:
+Yes. Well no. It’s been a long day.
+ANDERS:
+The Prophecy.
+SERINA:
+All hands were lost.
+ANDERS:
+No survivors?
+SERINA:
+Radiation from the core blasted those escape pods, they didn’t stand a chance.
+ANDERS:
+I’m sorry, I didn’t know.
+SERINA:
+War is full of sorrow. Don’t forget the good stuff Professor, it’s all we have.
+}}
+===THE MYSTERY OF “SPIRIT OF FIRE”===
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+'''SPIRIT OF FIRE: ''Did it ever make it home?'''''
+:On April 21st 2531 the Spirit of Fire was orbiting Arcadia.  The official record states that it abruptly left orbit and has never been heard from again.  But, three months ago the ship was declared lost with all hands, and to many people, the mystery is far from solved.
+:The memorial service the UNSC held for the crew was not attended by the wife and daughter of the Captain and they have fought to keep him listed as MIA.  The father of the civilian scientist posted to Spirit of Fire insists that a cover up regarding the fate of the Spirit of Fire has hidden the true fate of the ship from the population and that a full public inquiry be held.
+:The official inquiry report is classified, and efforts to declassify even summary excerpts from the document have been rebuked at the highest level.  And while many theories have been suggested as to the fate of the ship, only three of them seem plausible.
+:Many feel the ship left on a covert operation and was lost in battle.  Spirit of Fire was a support vessel, and as such poorly equipped for battle.  It has been suggested that such a low profile ship is well suited to covert operations exactly because it has such a low profile  Theorists back the covert nature of the Spirit’s mission up with the odd crew reports transmitted after the ships mission to Harvest and the amount of encrypted data transmitted by the ship following that same mission when it entered Arcadia orbit.  While we can only guess at the nature of the encrypted data, the records show the ship transmitted roughly ten times the normal amount of traffic while orbiting Arcadia.
+:Another theory is that the ship never actually left Arcadia and was destroyed in orbit by the enemy destroyer that had previously taken part in the battle that ended with the loss of the ‘Belfast” and “Texas”.  This theory is generally discounted because the ship was listed as missing before being officially designated as lost, but experts counter this by pointing out the mass confusion near Arcadia following the attack there.
+:A third theory, heavily discounted by the families of those onboard Spirit of Fire is that the ship purposely went off the grid and has joined with the rebel independent movement.  When confronted with the theory the wife of Captain Cutter, Mary Cutter, assaulted the reporter and had to be physically restrained.  The crew reports from Harvest also show no sign of discontent or malice towards UNCOM command.
+:One final theory, posed by the father of Professor Ellen Anders, the civilian scientist aboard Spirit of Fire, is that the ship is unable to get home or somehow disabled.  He claims to have talked to sources inside the Office of Naval Intelligence that a huge upset in the Covenant war plans happened some weeks after Spirit of Fire went missing and that intel reports inside ONI have suggested that the Spirit of Fire may be responsible.  While wishful, most discount this theory as too fantastic to have any truth.
+:The only truth we have in the whole matter is the open frequency transmission the ships AI, “Serina” made in Arcadia orbit.  “Don’t wait up.”  Experts say that spurious AI transmissions are often fragments of conversations between AI entities that take place across weeks, even months and that they are common and this transmission proves nothing.
+:This reporter, along with the families and friends of the crew onboard Spirit of Fire, feels the truth is yet to be heard regarding the fate of the ship , and I know for a fact that most still wait up at night awaiting word on their loved ones.
+}}
+===RELIC===
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+'''FLIGHT OVER TIGARD: ''Harvest was once a colony world...'''''
+:I insisted that I go down and see for myself.  The captain was pretty insistent that this wasn’t a good idea, but I think he realizes that I need this and that he needs someone else other than UNSC to talk about this insanity.
+:We flew in low over what remains of Tigard.  It was raining dark mud like rain and lightning filled the clouds but never really formed any streaks or strikes.  Fires still littered the ground, breaking through from under the surface to flare up.  I thought it would be quiet but it wasn’t.  It was as if a thousand windows were being broken, the wind formed shrill almost animal like sounds, and the rolling thunder shook me.  No one down there could have survived.  There was no safe LZ in Tigard so only visual passes like this one have been made.
+:The only activity I saw was further to the north, a UNSC command base, obviously dropped in from orbit, was beginning to unfold.  I had seen these dropped constructs before on the news feed but never seen one unfold in front of me.  The scale seemed somehow off to me as I watched it power up and the polycrete walls popped into place.
+:We landed next to the artifact the aliens had been digging up and I walked up to the thing that probably caused the death of my wife and kids.  The thing that caused the deaths of millions of people here on harvest.  The thing the UNSC was now so damn interested in too.  I hit it with all my strength, fell over, got up and hit it again.  By the time they restrained me I had broken several bones in my fist, but at least that thing had some blood spilled on it.  Human blood.
+:I was pulled away and back into the pelican.  Forge sat next to me obviously intending to make sure I didn’t get back out.  He only said one thing to me.  “I’d have done the same.  Doesn’t bring them back though.”
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