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Spartan Wars

Sat, 06 Mar 2010 17:27:33 -0800

The Phantoms shot from the ground and into the sky. They were launching another wave of bombardments across the city of Headlong, once an urban raceway, now an isolated death pit. The ally-ways were scattered with dead bodies and old fortifications that had begun to rust, there were was a small number of survivors left from the last drop of marines and Spartan V�s. John was one of the Spartans that had been positioned in the city just after the first bombardment. I thought of that terrible day where I had lost my long time friend, Kyle. �Sir,� yelled a marine, �We need to find cover! Phantoms incoming not even 1 click out,� �Get the ORION members to the shelter, and split them up, we don�t want the covenant finding them both.� Chaves said. �No, I�m not getting separated from Kyle again.� �John you have to if we don�t the covenant could capture you both.� We both were separated and as I turned the corner the building shook and the lights went out, then IT happened, the roof collapsed in the room where I last saw Kyle and he hadn�t left last I knew. That day was just like today, I and my men were standing on the very building where it happened. I knew that, and I am almost certain, that Kyle had died here. I snapped back to reality, knowing that today could be the day. The day when the covenant could launch its massive assault they had learned of. All my men looked ready for anything but I knew, I knew that deep down in everyone of them they had nearly lost the will to fight. I and my men were moving through the city, just leaving the collapsed building when the silence was broken. Broken by a monstrous explosion, I looked up to see one of the flagships shredded to pieces. I knew this couldn�t be the start of the invasion, the covenant� main fleet was still regrouping. This had to be something else, I noticed a large ship slowly descending through the debris of the Black Shadow, the flagship of the fleet that defended Reach. There was something very odd about this ship though, it looked very old. Cortana suddenly Bleeped into my headset and said. �John that ship looks very similar to the forerunner battleship that passed us on the return to earth,� I was surprised, now that Cortana mentioned it to me I realized it looked exactly the same, but what was it doing? Being hostile towards us. We never did anything to them we helped them if anything. Suddenly the voice of the Forerunner ship came over my headset, �John we were only defending ourselves, they opened fire, we did not provoke them,� It buzzed. �Then why the hell did you destroy it, your shields could withstand anything we have!� I yelled over my headset. �Our shields were disabled from the encounter with the covenant flagship, we almost went critical� It buzzed back. I went silent knowing any further argument wouldn�t help anyone. Cortana buzzed onto my headset again. �We are sending a detachment of H-17 fighters to escort it to the shipyard for repairs, and ill tell you that all members of the Black Shadow were saved.� �How?� I asked. �The forerunners saved them.� My men were furious, they didn�t know to be thankful or pissed off that the forerunners were here, seeing how destroying one of our main Flagships as their way of getting our attention. About 1 week after the �accident� as it was labeled, things got friendlier. We finished the repairs on the forerunner ship, as well as outfitting some of their technology onto the new main flagship of our fleet. Earth was ready to fight for humanity. The final preparations were beginning to start all over the fleet, the FDL drives were being reprogrammed and the computer systems were being redone to prevent the virus the covenant had created from getting into the computers, just like what happened at new mombossa. I was radioed about what I thought I was going to be on this standoff, but apparently I was wanted to command the special forces fleet that was at the engagement of Rush. I gladly accepted and was soon brought to the shuttle that was to bring me to the flagship cruiser, I was slightly confused about why the flagship cruiser was not receiving any upgrades to its technology, but then I realized it was a special forces fleet and didn�t need any new technology because it has the best and most recent technology. The shuttle rocketed into space, leaving the city looking more like just a dot on a map. The entire fleet was a dark midnight black color, not because it was painted this way but because the substance they had used to from the hull was naturally black with color. The shuttle flew silently into the hangar that was on the underside of the ship, as I stepped out I noticed many of shuttles like this one sitting organized along the sides of the bay. I began walking as I passed by a wing of fighters neatly organized in the corner, the call number on the lead fighter was 117 in bright gold lettering, and I could only assume that was my designated fighter wing. I was greeted by my new second in command, which had been given direct orders by Commander Hood to jump into FDL as soon as I felt comfortable with my troops and personal onboard. Our mission was to intercept a small mothballed fleet of the covenant on their way to the rendezvous point. This fleet was stopping for a short coolant period of about three days, and my orders were to demolish it and not allow it to send any warnings to the remainder of the fleet. We launched off soon that day as we pushed away from the rest of the fleet I began getting many different radio calls about my headings and why I was launching so early, I completely ignored them seeing how this was a special ops mission. I assumed that Commander Hood would brief them sooner or later. We were about five days into our trip when a warning signal began beeping on my displays at the chair on bridge, there was also a count down, the warning read: large gravity well approaching- automatic FDL drive shut down in: 5�4�3�2� and suddenly the ship dropped out of FDL and there was a large debris field, �Evasive maneuvers,� I ordered to the helmsman. He began pulling the large ship through the flying chunks of debris as I was attempting to identify what was the large gravity well that caused the Black Rose, the flagship, to drop from FDL. I couldn�t find any detection on the sensors because there was just to much debris blocking it up. The ship was pulled over a large chunk of metal that looked as if it were part of a UNSC ship. What was on the other side was unbelievable; a massive ship was directly in front of the Black Rose, �Engines all reverse,� I yelled, �Already on it sir,� Replied the helmsman. The Black Rose came dangerously close to an impact with the behemoth of a ship. �Engage the Particle distorter,� I ordered. The lights on the Black Rose dimmed and nearly went off as a loud and very noticeable hum began as the visual display blacked out. �That didn�t seem good,� I said referring to the dimming of the lights. �Sir our sensors are showing that the unidentified ship may have detected our presence, that is if it could have been scanning the debris field,� Said Lieutenant Alexander. �That�s good, but this is a definite problem this is delaying our arrival at the engagement point, we need to get around this thing,� I replied back to the lieutenant. �We should go investigate the ship, the sensors are showing no life-forms and no energy reading coming from it,� suggested the sensor operator. �Sounds good, I�m going down to the bay and prepping for launch, order my wingmen to meet me there, Alexander walk with me,� I said as I headed off the bridge, �Now if I don�t return within two hours leave without me and if that ship opens fire on you leave no matter where I am even if I�m on my way back, do you understand?� I asked. �Yes sir,� He replied as he turned and headed back to the bridge. I arrived in the bay just as my wingmen were entering. �Listen up I�m only going to say this once, we are going to investigate that ship out there, we will be boarding if all possible, that�s why we will only be flying three of the seven E-19�s, the rest of you will be accompanying the squad of marines in the shuttle, any questions?� I asked, no one raised a hand or said anything, �K then let�s get suited up and move out,� I finished as everyone jumped up and boarded their respective ships. I strapped myself into the cockpit of my E-19 and checked to see if everyone was set as I slowly wheeled towards the center of the bay. My E-19 began straightening itself as I approached the center of the launch bay; I flipped up the plastic box that was over the afterburners fire switch, �All wingmen ready?� I called out over the radio. I awaited a response but there was none, only radio silence. I called it out again over the radio, but again no response. I looked over to my left and noticed my wingmen were looking at me and talking, but I heard nothing. I powered down my fighter and gave the rest of my men the signal to power down. I stepped out of the cockpit of the E-19. �What�s the problem?� I asked my wingmen. �The radio wasn�t receiving anything you were sending.� He said in return. �They must be jamming our frequencies, try switching to short wave radio frequencies, we won�t be able to communicate with the ship if we get to far away though,� I said, making a good guess. �Bridge, this is John we were having some radio difficulties but they are fixed now, we wont be able to communicate with you if we travel to far a distance from the ship.� I radioed to the bridge, �Affirmative sir, are we still to leave if you haven�t returned in two hours time?� Commander Alexander. �Yes Alex, still leave, John out.� I sent my final message to the bridge. I climbed back into the cockpit of my E-19 and made the correct adjustments to my radio for short wave, looked up and held up three fingers twice for short wave channel three and frequency three. I called out over the radio to confirm everyone was on the correct channel and frequency, all of my wing was as I prepped the fighter for flight once again. I slowly pushed the fighter forward down the flight deck and towards the open end of the hangar bay, checked that everyone was a go and engaged afterburners and rocketed from the ship. We quickly were out of radio contact with the Black Rose. I began flying towards the underside of the massive vessel as I noticed many large holes in the ship, as though it was in a prior engagement, I pulled up my residue scanners and found that my suspicions were correct, the ship had wiped out the outer rim patrol fleet and had since then gone in active. I thought back to the rumors going through our ranks when we were in conflict with the covenant forces of great and massive wondering ships, that had crews of ancient humans, forerunners, they were corrupt and were put into stasis pods to cut off life signs on them, the reason for this was the ship was driven off of will power of its crew, thus the corrupt forerunner, and the ships would become completely inactive after every engagement. This was a very bad thing, this meant that not only were rumors true it meant that the ship was making its way in the general direction of Earth, we couldn�t afford to have this threat on top of the threat of the covenant battle fleet knocking at our door. This left me with a major decision, disobey orders take this ship and attempt to destroy it, thus allowing the covenant fleet to grow, or ignore this ship and continue to my primary objective, I couldn�t decide. I radioed my wingmen and explained the situation to them, they were also unclear. Because this ship alone could take down the entire covenant battle fleet. Which left me with an idea, take this ship, gather my best men and pilot this ship back to earth. The plan was risky but I decided to send the shuttle back and pick up some of the best men to take the ship. We returned and gathered the supplies, and were issued the new M-89 rapid pulse plasma assault rifle, newest in design best in the world. We returned and managed to find the hangar bay and landed, there were many ancient-looking fighters scattered, overturned and destroyed in the bay, many of them had bullet holes. We powered down the fighters in one of the corners and stepped out, flashlights revealing tiny spots of the ship to our eyes, I walked in first, pounded the control panel of the hangar door to the interior and it opened, and what was laying in front of my men and I was unbelievable, there were piles of dead marines and Spartans laying over the floor, massive holes through their chests. I was shocked but we had to move on, the Black Rose had already warped out and continued on its mission to help humanity. I couldn�t believe since my first day in the UNSC as an ORION project member that I could one day be doing what I am now. The ancient ship creaked with every step, which only added to the edge we were on. Suddenly the ship rocked forward as if it had jumped into FDL. A loud siren began blaring as the door to the hangar behind us slammed closed, we were trapped. �Sir, what�s the next move?� Asked a Marine. �I,� I paused, �I don�t really know just yet, I say we just keep moving,� I said to keep morale up. No one else talked until we came to a door that slowly pulled open, as if it sealed something behind it. And that it did, as more of the massive room became visible a wave of heat hit us and there, in plain sight was a massive engine, obviously the one running the ship. But how I wondered the engine was, in the center of the ship. Amazing, Said cortana, the drive is in the center of the ship. Yes but how, I asked in return. The engine itself appears to move, and seeing how the ship is connected and intertwined with it the ship is dragged along with it. Amazing, then suddenly my R/S meter, Rad/Sec, the radiation meter jumped off the scale. �Get back!� I yelled to my marines, The furthest marine inside the room turned and a few seconds later disintegrated into dust. I ran towards the door as it began to slide shut. I managed to get through along with two of my seven marines. �Sir what the hell happened?� One of them asked in shock. �Massive radiation spike, the ship must have jumped into pursuit of the Black Rose.� I said in hopes that it really didn�t. �Then we need to get back in there and get those men out of there,� Said one of them in a bit of shock. �It�s too late, the radiation already killed him.� I said with a dreadful voice. I began looking for a way around this room, because it seemed that all the hallways lead to this hall which leads to the room in front of us. We could always try the experimental method of molecular decomposition and reconstruction. Cortana said. But that�s not tested to work, It�s our only chance at getting to the control center of this thing. But schematics show it�s in that room. I was speechless, that means we had to wait until this ship came out of FDL. Cortana. Yes John? How protective is my armor against radiation? Good but not enough. If it�s our only chance then I must. �Men get into the last room back so you aren�t affected by radiation.� I ordered. �Yes sir,� They both answered without question. Open it I�m going in. John this is suicide you cannot. I must the fate of the world depends upon it. And with that the door slowly slid open, my radiation per second sensor peaked and I could feel the heat. I kept pushing forward towards the glowing blue control panel located near the engine. Suddenly cortana popped up on my visual. John you�re about to peak on the radiation/sec meter, if that so you will die. I know the risks; again I have to do this. If that is your choice I�m not stopping you. Suddenly as I was about thirty feet from the reactor the rad�s dissipated, almost as if there was an invisible force field around it. Amazing, Added Cortana. Which switch Cortana? I asked as I looked over all the ancient writing. Just tap me into the main system and ill do the work. Not to sound repetitive but couldn�t that be dangerous? Yes but its the only way John just tap me in. Suddenly the blue figure appeared and the ship was immediately dropped from FDL. Red lights began flashing and sirens blared. �Shit,� I said figuring that this alarm wasn�t good. �This isn�t good John,� Cortana said, �Get me out of here,� I quickly pulled the tab from the panel and slid it back into the slot in my helmet. I turned towards the door as it began opening, and there on the other side were two massive robotic power suits. I raised my gun quickly at the one on the left and slammed back the safety into �off�. �What are you?� I asked. �John, are you sure that�s a good idea?� Cortana asked. �Well its better then those things shooting us.� I said as there was no response. �Chaves reporting for duty sir,� One of the things said in a somewhat human voice. I lowered my gun. �Chaves?� I asked, in a very confused voice. �Where the hell did you get that thing at?� I asked �We managed to find a large door along one of the corridor walls,� He continued, �And we managed to find the panel and inside were two of these, they recognized our species.� �How do you know they are safe?� I asked again. �Well I�m sure if they were going to harm us they would have by know, and also it appears they aren�t aware at all these things are just power suits.� He concluded. This ship had dropped out of FDL and suddenly life signs were appearing all over the ship. One of the panels read as follows:  ///////< Destination reached///> ////// �What does that mean cortana?� �It means that the ship is at earth,� �How did they get the coordinates?!� �I have no clue but you need to get off the ship, they have already disguised themselves as your flagship.� I ordered my men to get back to the bay as I ran down the hall in which we entered. We ran down the hall and found ourselves in the bay. We found it was completely empty except the four fighters in the bay. I grabbed the radio and began shouting into the radio, �Commander this is John-117, Code, Alpha| Zulu| Xi|, We are under attack that ship isn�t the black rose, its one of the seven ships open fire,� I yelled in rage as I fired the after burners of the jet. I ordered all my men to engage any and all enemy targets available. I bank left and quickly rolled right, as a black missile blew past my left wing. Suddenly the missile exploded and my fighter rocked as I lost control. The missile was designed to act that way, break away from its target and deploy in front of it, causing an EMP shockwave to cause a malfunction. �John the forerunner are deployed and intercepting this ship,� �Order your men to keep off of the forerunner battleship.� �What do you mean commander?� �Your fighters are attacking the flagship.� �They must be disguising their fighters as well.� �I and my men are flying in a line, fire on all targets not in line formation.� The forerunner ship suddenly burst with fire heading in every direction, towards enemy fighters and a few shots at the imposter ship. I had to break away from my team to engage a bogey as a portal opened in mid-space a few million clicks out from Earths outer orbital guns. �Subspace portal detected,� Rang over the radios. �Detecting covenant fleet on their approach.� �All battle groups deploy!� Commander ordered. The covenant ships had arrived earlier then expected. And many of the battle groups were still in their space docks, as the spinal mounts of the covenant mauler ships ripped through two of the main carriers. A Massive explosion erupted from the service as one of the ships launched, the maneuvering thrusters digging small craters into the ground as it lifted off. The streets of earth were in chaos. Know one expected them to be able to get to Earth. Our fleets at the colonies should have stopped them. I flew through a cloud of debris of a fighter. It was in fact an enemy, I could easily tell this because once I had lock on it and pulled the trigger the disguise clicked on then back on. That confirmed it was a bogey. I sent the message, the number of kills increased dramatically. It was glad to see that I was helping by not sitting behind a fleet and armada, but rather being on the front line, that was my duty. What I didn�t know about until now was the fact that they had blown through our forces at all twelve colonies. This was a surprise to everyone. The spinal mounts that missed their targets in air shredded the Earth where they hit. This was a devastating time for mankind. We had three battle groups left, all were severely crippled, only three carriers and twelve escorts remained, and about seventy-five fighters overall. They outgunned us ten to one for carriers and twenty to one for fighters. Suddenly another subspace portal was detected on the other side of Earth. the radio rang out clear as a bell. �I can�t scan the ships on the far side, they must be shielded somehow.� Suddenly a burst of fire ripped through the covenant fleet, it was from the ships on the other side. They had gotten around the planet that fast. The ships had the UNSC insignia on the side and yet they weren�t responding on any radio frequency. �Unidentified Ship respond or we will use force.� Ordered Commander Hood. �This is ID Encoded Cruiser XZXZY-A Reporting in for duty,� Answered the unknown ship. �Please repeat that did not match any ship in our records.� The sensor operator replied as he clicked through the records. �I repeat this is XZXZY-A, Cruiser Battleship, Commander K�� Suddenly the Capital ship of the UNSC ship was ripped to shreds by one of the covenant spinal mounts. Commander K--- The Unknown Commander, Who is he and what side is he on? Find out In Spartan Wars 3: The Final Stand.

Spartan wars, 2 flash forward

Sat, 05 Dec 2009 10:45:18 -0800

M7 SUBMACHINE GUN

Fri, 19 Jun 2009 00:15:53 -0700

M7 SUBMACHINE GUN The M7 submachine gun is gas-operated and magazine-fed. It fires 5mm x 23 caseless ammunition. Recoil from all but sustained fire is very controllable. Although the M7 submachine-gun is primarily issued to vehicle crews, it is also a favorite of commando teams in its sound suppressed version � the M7S. Sustained automatic fire tends to cause the muzzle to �walk� upwards as recoil compounds. Submachine guns, while not accurate over long distances, are particularly effective in close quarters. Official Designation: M7/Caseless Submachine Gun Common Slang Terms: bullet hose, black box, chum, popcorn Cartridge: 5mm x 23 caseless Max. effective range: 50m Mag. capacity: 60 Rate of fire: 900 rnds/min Unit Cost: 1484 cR. Dimensions: � Length, stock extended: 627mm (24.68 in.) � Length, stock retracted: 474mm (18.66 in.) � Weight (loaded): 1.3 kg (2.86 lbs) Variants: � M7: standard issue � M7S: issued with sound suppressor [SS/M 49] and smart-linked scope [SLS/V 5B] [bungie.net]

The Ten Spartans. Introduction.

Sun, 10 May 2009 22:58:54 -0700

Long ago, on March 30, 2020 nine different children were born. The first one, Kevin, was born at 07:27. The most talkative. The second one, John, was the most logical one, born at 12:01. The Third, Jared, was the most conceited, and he was born at 24:00. Basically the 31st some say... The Fourth, Zeel, was a girl, born at 17:16. She was the most careful of them all. The Fifth, Zeke, was also cautious and careful, born at 5:16. The Sixth was Danielle, born at 13:34. She was the most aggressive yet defending of them all. The Seventh, Luckya, was, but of course, the luckiest but not necessarily the best of them all. Born at 7:27. The eighth, Zachary, was the funniest of them all. He was born at 18:06. The ninth was Rexel. He was most determined of them all. 14:47. And the last one? Allun. 20:00. So what was he, you askes? Alas, he did not know himself until the journey began... * * * "Rogers, I see Ten Spartans through the timelioscope. They are standing next to us. But, who are they? " said Major Darek. "I do not know! Foolish questions!" said Colonel Rogers "My apologies, Rogers' "Call me Sir next time. Is that understood-" "Sir!" Major Darek said in apparent alarm. "What is it?!' Colonel Rogers said, mad of the sudden interruption. "Why, by Halo, it's a rare prophecy!" said Major Darek, eyes enlightened with both fear, and excitement. "But, but, where did it come from?" asked Rogers. "I believe, the message slot from the timelioscope, Sir." answered the Major. They carefully studied it before reading it; It was printed with Rocktonian ink. It was a type of ink made of Rock perfectly drawn. This meant it was a prophecy by the 'Tonians, the ones who see the future once every million years. Of course, thought the Colonel and Major, it is the other millionth year ago! How Fortunate! "Hand it to me" said Rogers. Darek did. Rogers read it out loud: " 'This prophecy should be received April 2nd, 2020. -' " " That's the date today sir " Darek interrupted. "Sorry, Colonel." "Call me Sir, I said!! Anyways, ' Recently, on March 30th and a bit of March 31st Ten children were born. It was a simple twist of fate that these ten children were born on almost the same day. According to the future, those Ten Children, whom, [sadly,] we cannot tell you, are destined to save the planet from the Covenant in Ten Years. At the age of 7 start training them. Their future will be bright, for none of the parents or close relatives shall die, which will lead them to a goal of keeping them alive. The Ten Children must be handed Spartan Uniforms at the age of 10 on all their birthdays. It is said to be lucky to give them the armor at 7:07 PM. It is also important that when you give them the armor, you also show them this prophecy. More will be sent when time is needed; our Time-Seeing has allowed us to see 5 times in the next 20 years... After they turn 10 a Covenant fleet shall come and thus a war will start. Only they can end it and they will meet many many, ranks so we 'Tonians suggest you tell them at the age of 5 they will become soldiers. But say nothing more, for, you see, dreams will drive them crazy. Best regards, The 'Tonians' " Colonel Rogers said "Well Darek, this is a secrecy of us." "Understood" murmured Darek And after that an awkward silence arose between the two men and not another word was spoken until Rogers dismissed Darek. * * * Nine of the babiers were born at Mercy Penninsula Hospital. Allun, however, was born at Fate in Hands Hospital. They were all silent, for they had no reason to cry seeing as they were soon-to-be spartans. Even if they did not know it..... THE END ******* Hope you all like it! It just popped in my head. I am going by months. Each Article will tell of the entire month. I'd say every 5 days I'd release a new month. Remember, the next fan fic will be when all the children are 10 years old. Also, they were united by the Colonel and Major.

Halo: Shock Trooper (Chp.2)

Thu, 30 Apr 2009 21:35:09 -0700

1845 hours, October 31, 2552 (military calender) \ solar system, Mandela park, New Mombassa, Kenya, Africa, Planet Earth, 72nd Shock Trooper Battalion, 105th ODST division, Cpl. Pasemko Pasemko woke up with a start, he could hear voice speaking an unintelligible language. He gingerly rolled his eyes upwards, and saw himself looking directly into the red eyes of a blue armored brute. Pasemko wondered why the thing hasn't tore him to half by now and realized that the brute thought he was dead, from the crash. His polarized visor concealed any facial movement allowing Pasemko to breath, and look around with his eyes. Pasemko stood stock still as the creature suddenly reached towards him with his paws. The brute reached towards Pasemko's vest and pulled out a modular bio-foam injector. It looked at the medical device with great curiosity. Suddenly Pasemko heard what sounded like a thunderclap. The brutes head exploded littering the aliens brain tissue all over Pasemko's visor. Pasemko took advantage of the moment and leaped out of his pod. He scanned for who or what shot the brute, but nothing was in sight. Pasemko's training kicked in and he quickly looked around for his weapon, and equipment that was lost during the drop. As he scrounged around the wooded park he found his weapon hanging from its strap on a tree branch. He quickly retrieved the weapon and examined it. Pasemko's weapon was a highly modified Special Operations variant of the MA5 series. This variant of the assault rifle was based off of the new MA5C. Its modfication were a laser module, a shorter stock for CQB, and a 45mm airburst grenade launcher. The GL was state-of-the-art in the UNSC arsenal. It had various type of ammunition including a round that deployed a tiny UAV for recon. Its airburst was computer calculated, and had a kill radius of 25 meters. He quickly found his equipment, gathered them, and high tailed it out of the park. He reached a bombed out road with scorched Warthog Chassis, and several burned bodies. He stopped and attempted for radio contact. There was no response either the comms were down, or no one was there to use it. Pasemko frowned he was in serious trouble, he was separated from his squad, he couldn't establish comms, and worst of all in enemy territory. He heard a droning sound of an anti-grav generator. He looked up at the sky and saw a phantom patrolling the skies. Pasemko scrambled to find a good hiding area. Those phantom dropships were armed with plasma cannons, and carried Covenant kill teams. Too late the phantom found him and started blasting away with its plasma cannons. Pasemko ran for cover behind a destroyed warthog. The phantom was now hovering right above the surface, a brute, and half a dozen grunts hopped out of the dropship. The phantom confident that the kill team could deal with one marine, whooshed off to the skies. Pasemko emerged behind cover and sprayed the grunts with 7.62mm FMJ rounds. Two grunts dropped dead, and the other grunts ran for cover, but they didn't get far, Pasemko shot one of his airburst rounds from his grenade launcher cutting the fleeing grunts to bloody ribbons. The brute still remained, and it ran deadlong towards Pasemko. He sprayed the alien with bullets but its energy shield absorbed the damage. It closed the gap between them, and knocked Pasemko's weapon to the ground. The alien then tackled him down. Pasemko tried to push him off but the alien was heavy as hell, and had an iron grip on his arms. Pasemko out of options head butted it with his helmet, the alien grunted and was disoriented. He took this opportunity to push the thing off of him, he reached at his vest for his razor sharp combat knife. Pasemko drew it out, and stabbed the alien right under his chin. It gurgled, and fell dead at his feet. Still panting Pasemko placed his combat knife back into its sheath, and picked up his weapon. He looked over at the horizon, the sun was setting, and it was starting to get dark. He snapped on his night vision, and ran out of the darkening street.

Halo: Shock Trooper

Tue, 28 Apr 2009 23:17:26 -0700

1425 hours, October 31, 2552 (military calender) \ solar system, target area INDIA, New Mombassa, Kenya, Africa, Planet Earth, 72nd Shock Trooper Battalion, 105th ODST division, Cpl. Pasemko "Drop pods from 1 to 450 released!" Corporal Pasemko felt his stomach drop as his Single Occupant Exoatmospheric Insertion Vehicle (SOEIV) dropped from the carrier UNSC Hyperion. Pasemko winced, despite over hundreds of previous orbital drops he never got used to the sudden lurch from them. Suddenly he felt a burning sensation as his pod swept through the atmosphere. Even in his temperature controlled Body suit he could feel the excessive heat. And then he heard a familiar faint 'whoosh' his SOEIV just deployed its drag chute in hopes of slowing down its free fall to the surface. Pasemko continued to feel hot, and disoriented until he heard the familiar voice of Major Tjader over the comms "Okay boys and girls!, this is it! What we been training for! Prepare for impact in five! Four! Thre...!" The majors voice was drowned out in static. For a few seconds Pasemko wondered what the hell was going on, but it didn't last Pasemko heard and felt an explosion that rattled every bone, organ, tendon, and vein in his body. He could see his SOEIV's interior lighting flashing red and the 'danger' sign flashing on and off, he probably would of heard the alarm too if his ear drums weren't ringing like crazy. Suddenly the pod's hatch blew off while in freefall, Pasemko could see the whole city but it wasn't what he expected. He knew the city was damaged by intense fighting between the UNSC, and the Covenant but he didn't expect to see concrete, cars, bodies, glass, and steel beams to be flying around as if it was caught up in some hurricane. His visor suddenly polarized to its darkest setting as an extremly bright white blue light absorbed the city. He looked down and saw he was going to land in a fiery ruins of one of New Mombassa's skycrapers. He knew he wouldn't survive if he landed in the ruins the steel beams, would cut his pod and him in half. He quickly grabbed the steering stick of his pod's chute and steered himself into what looked like a huge patch of tree's and grass he steered away from the trees until he found a clearing. He braced for impact and he felt his head snap back and hit his jump seats head rest hard then everything went black.

filler

Sun, 19 Apr 2009 14:57:33 -0700

Spartan wars, the continueing!

Sun, 19 Apr 2009 14:57:09 -0700

Halo: Two Betrayals -- Prologue

Sat, 11 Apr 2009 11:24:33 -0700

Prologue � 2574 Great Sandy Desert Northern Territory, Australia April 18th, 2574 �This is ADF Recon Squad Charlie Two-niner requesting immediate assistance! Repeat, this is ADF Recon Squad Charlie Two-nine! We are under heavy Covenant fire and need immediate assistance from any available units! Does anyone copy, over?� The radio call came in loud and clear on Corporal James Knight's helmet mike as he stood out in the middle of the massive expanse of desert that made up the majority of inland Australia and put the last four rounds of his clip into the body of an Elite he was standing over, before ejecting the empty cartridge from his MA5B Assault Rifle and slotting a fresh one in. �Sarge!� Knight yelled, grabbing the attention of his squad leader, Sergeant John Reckers. �Sir, call just came in on the mike, you get it?� �Yeah, I heard it, Knight!� Reckers replied. �Repeat, this is ADF Recon Squad Charlie Two-nine! We are under fire in Sector eight-three-five and taking casualties. We need immediate assistance now, over!� Knight took a moment to access the HUD on his helmet's eyepiece and check the Recon squad's location. �Sir, Sector eight-three-five's about a half-mile northwest...it's close. Should we help them?� Reckers took a moment to check on his team. His squad of Marines had just finished up taking out a small group of Covenant guerilla soldiers that had holed up in a rocky outcropping in...well, Reckers could only describe it as the middle of nowhere. How do the Aussies survive in this country? The Sergeant asked himself. Once he had confirmed that his squad had cleaned up the area did he answer. �Knight?� �Yes, sir?� �Call the Recon Squad and tell them we're on our way and will be about five minutes.� �Yes, sir!� Knight yelled enthusiastically as he keyed his helmet mike. �Charlie Two-niner?� �Yes, soldier?� �This is Corporal James Knight of UNSC Marine Recon Squad Echo One-six-five. We read you are on our way. Expect assistance in roughly five minutes.� �Thanks, Corporal. Please hurry.� �Alright, sir!� Knight yelled as he clicked off the mike. �They know we're coming!� �Then let's go!� Recker replied. �Come on, men, move it! Into the 'Hog now! Go, go, go!� Knight ran for the single Transport Wathog the squad used, quickly jumping into the back, where his partner and best friend, Matthew Williamson was waiting, BR55 Battle Rifle up and scanning. �What's going on?� Williamson asked. �Local Recon squad's in a spot of trouble, we're the backup.� Knight explained. �Great, more ADF babysitting,� Williamson mutterred. �Can't they ever learn to take care of themselves?� �Let's see what they're up against before we pass judgement, shall we?� Knight remarked, a little sourly. The only flaw Knight found in his friend was that he tended to be a little unforgiving towards Australian soldiers, but then that was how most Marines felt, the ADF always seemed to be getting into trouble at one point or another...it was why the UNSC was helping them out now. Once all five members of the squad were in the Hog, Recker gunned the engines, and the LRV shot off the mark, screaming northwest across the sand. Within a couple of minutes the squad saw a small oasis, obviously where the ADF squad was holed in, judging by the Covenant troops milling around it, which included two Banshees. �Some back there get a bead on those Banshees!� Recker yelled. �They're the biggest problem!� �And one said problem is heading straight for us!� Williamson yelled back. Knight looked up from the Rocket Launcher he was loading, noticing that indeed, one of the Banshees had spotted them and was moving to intercept. Knight immediately went back to work loading a homing missile into the Rocket Launcher's double-barrelled slots. Why doesn't anyone pack these things pre-loaded? He thought. �Sir, we have to break off!� A Private Frank Palos called, slightly panicky. �No!� Knight retorted as he finally slotted the missile. �Just give me a few seconds and I'll have him!� Sarge didn't reply, but the lack of swerving gave away the answer as Knight stood in the Warthog and aimed the Launcher at the Banshee through the sight, as the missile looked for it's target. At that moment, the Banshee opened fire, streaks of blue superheated plasma whistling all around them, a couple nicking the Hog's armor plating melting small sections of it. Getting frustrated, the Banshee decided enough was enough and fired a fuel rod charge at the Warthog, the green bolt arcing slowly throught the air as plasma continue to lance the ground all around the transport. �Sir?� Palos cried, eyeing the Fuel Rod charge. �Knight, any second now would be good!� Recker yelled. �Come on...� Knight whispered as the rocket's homing system spotted the Banshee, prepared to lock... �Breaking off!� Reckers yelled, swerving violently to left as the fuel rod charge got too close for comfort. The call came just as Knight's Launcher got a lock on the Banshee. Knight fired the launcher just as the Hog swerved violently, leaving Knight unable to determine if the rocket held it's lock. It did. The missile streaked straight for the Banshee, arcing along as the Banshee swerved to avoid it...to no avail. The missle detonated on the purple vehicle's left wing joint, smashing the whole aircraft to pieces. But there was still the fuel rod charge, it impacted the ground just to the right of the Hog, sending it tumbling sideways, rolling several times in mid-air before hitting the ground and rolling five more times before finally coming to rest on it's side, Marines scattered around it, flung from it as it rolled. Groaning, Knight pulled himself back to his feet, immediately looking around to check on the squad, almost immediately noticing Williamson getting to his feet, giving him some relief. The relief was shatterred seconds later when he didn't hear Recker's call for a sound-off from the squad, to make sure everyone was alright. �Sarge?� Knight called. �Sir, where are you?� No response. Now Knight was really worried. �Sarge! Sound off!� he yelled, desperate to get his leader's attention. In response a loud coughing came from behind the upturned Warthog. Knight and Williamson looked at each other briefly, realising the situation. Recker was trapped under the Hog. Both of them sprang into action immediately, darting for the Warthog and leaping over it in one quick bound. They found Reckers on the other side, his legs pinned under the massive LRV. �Damnit!� Knight spat as he saw the Sergeant's situation. �Sir, you okay?� �No, soldier!� Recker growled. �I think my left leg's broken. Did you at least get the bastard alien that put me here?� �Yes, sir,� Knight replied. �Now just hang on a sec and we'll get you out.� �Uh, Knight?� Williamson, who was looking the other way, called. �We have incoming Covenant from the oasis!� �Shit!� Knight cursed, before handing Recker his Assault Rifle. �Cover me while I get you out, Sarge!� �It's not like I have anything better to do!� Recker grumbled as he took Knight's Assault Rifle and watched while Knight started digging in the sand around Recker's legs, trying to free him from under the Warthog. Wthin seconds Williamson's Battle Rifle starting ringing out as he fired three-shot bursts at the advancing Covenant wave, trying desperately to slow them down. �Damn, there's a lot of 'em!� he called during a reload. �Guys, get back! Get behind the Warthog and take them from there, you're too exposed out here!� �There's no way we're going back without you, sir!� Williamson called back. �Besides, I'm almost done,� Knight yelled back. �Here,� Williamson said, holstering his rifle and helping Knight excavate Recker's legs, as the Covenant continued to advance. �If we make it out of this...� �I know, sir,� Knight said, �I know.� Within seconds plasma started sizzling the air around them as the Covenant got close enough to return fire. Then Knight and Williamson finally freed Recker and together helped drag him away, Recker growling the whole time as his broken leg protested. As they dragged him off, Knight yelled out as a plasma shot grazed his shoulder , but he kept going, since it was only a minor wound. Finally, after what felt like hours, the two friends had their sergeant behind the Warthog, where they were able to leave him while a medic tended to him and called for an evac Pelican. �Damnit, you idiots, I told you not to rescue me!� Reckers yelled as the medic checked his leg. �We weren't going to sit there and watch you die knowing we could have done something about it, sir!� Knight replied. �You do realise what this means, don't you?� Recker yelled. �You're both heroes now!�

Halo: 2010s - Remembrance

Sun, 18 Jan 2009 09:23:46 -0800

Halo 2010s: Remembrance A short Halo fan fiction by Australian Chaos --------------- September 20, 2016 Werribee, Victoria, Australia Slowly the crowd began to leave, the funeral over, to return to whatever it is they did. Michael stood there, in his dress uniform, not really seeing what was in front of him. Very slowly he moved forwards, kneeling in front of the freshly covered grave, just one of close to twenty situated on the block of land where the war had started, and where Werribee's memorial to the war now stood. Michael looked at the small plaque that had been place at the gravesite, every fibre of his being not wanting to read it but knowing it had to. Major Thomas Collins Special Forces Team SA-01 20/09/1990 - 30/06/2016 "May his sacrifice never be in vain." Michael read the words with an agonizing sense of finality, his mind drifting back to the time it had happenned, that fateful day... * * * * * Deep beneath the surface of the Brute's homeworld, where the Alliance had planted a huge super-bomb to destroy the Brute Homeworld and force the Brutes, the last remaining Loyalists since the destruction of High Charity, the finally surrender, and end the war, Michael stood up, turning to notice that the tunnel in front of him had collapsed, shutting him away from the bomb...and Thomas, who was on the other side. "Thomas?!" Michael yelled. "Yeah, I'm here!" came the familiar reply. "I'm fine!" "Hang on, we'll get you out in a second!" "No!" Thomas yelled. "No, there's no time! This bomb's got less than half an hour left on it, and you'll need every second to get back to the surface! Besides, someone's gotta stay and guard the bomb until it blows!" "No!" Michael screamed, desperately trying to pull the cave-in apart with his armored hands. "No! It's supposed to be me! I was supposed to stay behind!" "Michael, listen to me!" Thomas yelled. "There's no time! I can't get out in time! Your tunnel has the only vehicle left down here, and you'll need that to get to the surface in time! My parents...Persecutor...they're all dead. You, Obliterator, and Krystal are all I have left! You have more at stake, and I'm happy to sacrifice myself, so long as you make it!" "I..." Michael choked, tears forming quickly as he saw the hopelessness of the situation. "I'm sorry, Thomas. I'm so sorry!" "It's okay, buddy, just go! NOW!" With some extra encouragement from Obliterator and Krystal, Michael finally turned and ran... * * * * * Michael's mind returned painfully to the present, the painful memory causing him to break down, leaving him sobbing quietly in front of the grave of his friend. Six years. the war had lasted over six years. Back then it had been just him and Thomas, working together in the Australian Defence Force against hopeless odds. Then in 2011 the Covenant Civil War had begun, and the Seperatists, lead by the Elites, joined the human's in the war effort. At this point Thomas and Michael's team expanded to include Persecutor, a gold-armored Elite who soon recieved a promotion to Ultra, and Obliterator, a mighty Hunter. At the time of the Civil War, Earth was a shattered ruin, humanity all but exinct. Then, in 2013, Krystal joined the group of four, and together, the two Spartans, human, Elite and Hunter helped drive the Covenant Loyalists out of Earth. Disaster struck the team in 2015 with the loss of Persecutor, who had grown very close to Thomas since the Elite had joined them. The blow had struck the yellow-armored Spartan hard, and never did fully recover, even at the moment of his death. But it was Thomas' ultimate act of sacrifice that ended the war, for a week after his death, and the Brute homeworld's destruction, the surviving Brutes finally surrenderred, on July 7th, 2016. "I'll miss you, buddy," Michael said softly to the grave. "And I'll do my best to make your sacrifice mean something." He slowly stood. "We owe you everything, my friend...thank you." With that, he stood rigid, and saluted his best friend's grave, to show his respect for his fallen friend. Michael held the salute, even when someone came up beside him. It was Krystal, who looked from Michael to the grave and back again. "That's the first time I've seen you salute him," she remarked simply. Michael finally lowered his arm and relaxed his body, looking at Krystal. "He deserves the respect, and more." Michael's gaze eventually dropped to Krystal's hand, where a small, simple wedding ring lay, an identical one around Michael's as well. Krystal smiled. "That he does." She then turned Michael around, revealing to him a military helicopter which had landed in the street behind him. "These men say they need you to come with them now, and that it's urgent." Michael frowned. "Specifics?" Krystal laughed. "I may be ex-military, but that doesn't seem to count for much!" With the war's end, Krystal had retired from military service, the loss of several close to her in a short span of time too much to bear. Soon after that, she and Michael had married, determined to keep what was left of the team together. Michael slowly made his way towards the helicopter, noticing Obliterator, in full gear, waiting for him inside. Thirty meters short Krystal stopped, the two kissing briefly before Michael continued on towards the helicopter. "Oh, and Mike?" Krystal called. Michael turned, to see Krystal pat the noticable swell of her pregnancy, smiling. "The doctors just gave the final verdict, and it's a boy! I was thinking of calling him Thomas!" Michael smiled. "I guess it's decided, then," he replied, before covering the final distance to the helicopter and climbing in, standing next to Obliterator. "I'll miss him too," Obliterator said, indicating Thomas' grave. Michael turned back for one last look at the grave. He saw Krystal waving at him, watching him go. And then Michael saw something really strange. He saw an apparition of Thomas, as he was before the war. He was standing there, his shoulder-length brown hair shifting lightly in the breeze, his blue eyes and smiling face completely free of the destructive experiences of war. He wore a yellow hooded jumper and black jeans, and had corrective glasses over his eyes. It was Thomas, the way he was always meant to be, a thriving young adult, innocent of the horrors of war. But even as Michael stared in wonder at his friend, the apparition faded away, seeming to blend into Krystal's stomach before dissapearing completely. And with that, Michael finally understood. Thomas may be dead, but in death, he had become free and pure. And he knew that Thomas would live on in his future son. He would never be truly lost. Michael turned to face Obliterator, who was now holding Michael's pitch black MJOLNIR helmet and trademark sniper rifle. "I know it's hard for you, but we've got to back to work," the Hunter said softly. Michael took his helmet, and looked at it. In 2011, a handful of these suits had been created for the best Special Operations teams in the world. through 2012 and 2013, these Spartan soldiers, inspired by the Halo series of video games, had slowly been cut down. And with Thomas' death and Krystal's retirement, Michael suddenly realised, he was the last Spartan. The 21st century representative of the Master Chief, the hero of the video game series which, before the war, he had come to love so much. For the millionth time, Michael asked himself, how many more Halo parallels am I going to see in my lifetime? With that, he put the helmet down, and grabbed the sniper rifle. He checked the clip, before reloading and re-arming it, his face set, his pain gone. "I'm back!"