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Subject: A Progressive fan fiction by OrdinaryKronos.
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I know italics, bold, underline, wholy cow, but i dont' remember how to link urls so that all you gotta do is click on them or how to rename the url link, like the guy did that said raped

  • 04.13.2007 11:52 AM PDT
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Oh....ok. I am writing chapter two even as I speak...er, type.

  • 04.13.2007 11:52 AM PDT

Posted by: OrdinaryKronos
Oh....ok. I am writing chapter two even as I speak...er, type.

Can we add some zombies, blood, and explosions though?

[Edited on 04.13.2007 11:59 AM PDT]

  • 04.13.2007 11:58 AM PDT
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Elites don't have....bewbs. But, I can add those other things, Its only two of them now, but they are heading to a Phantom. Calm down. ;0

  • 04.13.2007 12:00 PM PDT
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Are you writing a Halo Romantic Novel?

  • 04.13.2007 12:16 PM PDT
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NO! Shush! I am nearly complete with chapter two.

  • 04.13.2007 8:17 PM PDT
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This chapter sucks especially worse that the first. Hurray!
And the titles are even worse.

CHAPTER TWO: CAMP

Before he could Even Blink, the think was on top of him. It slammed the rock into the side of ‘Zurree’s head and sent his helmet flying off into the foliage and made him see stars, nearly knocking himself off balance. He staggered back, looking for anything to stabilize him when the thing bulled forward, flailing its arms in an attempt to kill the dazed field master.

‘Zurree could barely see when the Combat form slammed into him, bulling him straight into a gnarled, moss covered tree.
‘Zurree’s mind was concluded, and he found himself staring straight into the thing’s throbbing torso were four small tentacles were writhing and reaching for him. It was wrapping its tentacles around his neck and tightening ever so slowly around his neck when the tell-tale report of a carbine echoed throughout the area.
‘Zurree felt the monster grow limp and fall back into a mass of putrid liquefied flesh and decrepit excrement.
‘Zurree’s legs had turned to jelly and he stood their, quivering like a newborn grunt.
The minor domo was waist deep in a filthy lake, the carbine smoking….and a nervous grin on the minors face.
‘Zurree couldn’t help but to grin too….It was strange. He bent over and picked up his dented helmet, frowning.
So much for ‘dent proof ’. Those Engineers…..
He replaced in on his head, and gave a curt nod to the minor.
“Thank you brother; let us continue.”
The minor turned and waded through the lake, and motioned for ‘Zurree to follow.
‘Zurree was going to refuse, but the fact that he could hear more of them coming made him think twice.
‘Zurree and the minor were nearly neck deep in warm, murky water with thick clouds of the insects floating above the surface. The Minor was actually almost entirely under, but just barely above.
After about a minute of wading through the slop they finally made it to the other side of the lake, and to what was thought to be salvation.
They were oh so wrong.
The sound of combat neared, it was close; human weapons fire. The pair of elites cautiously approached the scene, waiting for the fire to die down.
‘Zurree slowly approached the place of combat, and after a quick observation realized it was already over.
Five dead humans lie were they stood, their weapons lying beside them.
“Strange…”
The minor muttered, kicking one of the bodies, in the process disturbing the puddle of blood under the human to ripple.
Suddenly out of the trees poured hundreds of the infection forms, leaping and dancing about on their little tentacles.

A grenade flew out of the opposing bushes and landed into the middle of the hundreds of obscene creatures, exploding taking out a majority of them with after explosions taking out the rest.
The minor pivoted and brought his rifle to bear.
“show yourself; friend or foe?”
After a quick rustling and some silence, elite in white armor materialized out of thin air.
“Speco ops Commander Rtas 'Vadumee. Greetings Field Master, Minor.”
‘Zurree visibly frowned. He despised that elite so much! Coming in stealth, addressing him improperly when he ranked the fool by over two levels! He should have him demoted when they return to the Truth And Reconciliation.
“Greetings, ‘Vandumee. How is the platoon holding up?”
The Minor asked, raising his right hand as a sign of respect.
“Come see for yourself, you too Field Master.”
The elite replied with a throaty chuckle, disappearing into the landscape again.
Cursed active camouflage!

‘Zurree followed the minor for another five minutes, running into more and more flood forms, combat and otherwise and having to scavenge weapons from the decrepit corpses,
The two finally arrived at the phantom.
The phantom had become a sort of minor HQ while they attempt to find any survivors from the squadron of elites they had sent deep into that cursed forerunner structure.
They had set up a wall made of energy shields, stationary turrets and the smaller plasma cannons. He entered the camp easily enough, once they recognized that he was the ranking officer in the entire swamp.
The previous ranking officer fell prey to the flood, and due to his foolishness the camp fell into disarray, command going to the person who called it.
The commander since the accident was a derelict zealot named Kanx ‘onsomee.
The Zealot was in the phantom, which was floating a few hundred feet above the camp, and he gladly allowed the entrance of ‘Zurree and the other officer, ‘Vandumee.

“Welcome Field master, Commander,”
‘Onsomee sighed, raising his left hand and with his right rubbed his eyes.
“The Parasite has been released, and we are nearly successfully driving them off.”
‘Zurree did not like the word ‘nearly’, but he listened the lower ranking officer’s spiel.
“Our forces have driven them back to the hatch and have sealed them off again, and to make sure they stay there we are reinforcing the area with more troops. The Spirit carrying them should have been at the location hours ago……”
“And how many soldiers do we have left here, brother?”
‘Zurree inquired. The Zealot beat around the bush by replying.
“With the reinforcements we have from the spirit about forty.”
“But how many soldiers do we have here?”
’Zurree asked again, aggravation clear in his voice.
“Not enough.”
‘Vandumee interjected. The Zealot didn’t say a word to disvalue this statement.


A battle against the flood had started groundside, hundreds of combat forms rushed for the shades, which the grunts quickly replied with heavy fire from both plasma cannon and shade turrets. Flood blood drenched the shields, dripping off and being soaked into the mud.
Too many of them. They leapt over the makeshift barricades, sending grunts flying off their turrets to be swarmed and devoured by the ravenous infection forms. The few jackal majors formed a rough shield wall to protect the gravity lift leading to the Phantom. A few spec ops drew their swords for one last stand, throwing a quick salvo of grenades they charged into the tide of gibbering, hooting, and honking monsters.

An explosion that could be compared to a lotus anti-tank mine detonation caused the jackals to be temporarily blinded when the blue light of plasma became as intense as the sun’s light.
The sound finally died down, and chunks of meat rained down upon the now silent camp. The surviving seven jackals and the one minor elite were now drenched with blood and totally confused.
What had just happened? Had they won? Two of the jackals went to the outskirts of the camp, avoiding weapons containers and blackened, sizzling bodies of unknown race. They looked about, and one was about to tell the others it was fine with out a nearby bush shot over ten thousand infection forms, they overwhelmed the jackals before they could even fire or make a sound.
The remaining jackals opened fire but it wasn’t enough to stop them. They leapt upon the small formation, killing every single jackal and regardless of that one minor’s best efforts, he too succumbed to the floods horrors …



[Edited on 04.13.2007 9:35 PM PDT]

  • 04.13.2007 9:34 PM PDT
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I liked it Kronos

  • 04.13.2007 9:39 PM PDT
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No, don't lie to yourself! Its not nearly as good as yours.

  • 04.13.2007 9:40 PM PDT
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BS Kronos
urs is good dont lie
mine is ok


Ps I gos Chapter 1 up
Check it out
its on page 2

  • 04.13.2007 9:44 PM PDT

If you keep degrading what you write, people are going to view it on a lower level. Stop saying "it sucks" because you are your own worst critic. Leave it up to us to judge it.

  • 04.13.2007 9:44 PM PDT
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What do you mean 'BS'? I liked your Fan fic....its nice. And OC girl, what do you think of my Fan fic? You are right I guess, but I attempt to aspire to be amongst the great writers up there with Eric Nylund and Brian Jaques....

  • 04.13.2007 9:49 PM PDT

I actually haven't read it yet... I've never enjoyed reading those fan fic things so of course my feedback would be way negative.

I'm gonna leave that judging responsibility to someone who enjoys reading them.

  • 04.13.2007 9:50 PM PDT
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Oh. I was like that at one point.....So....what do you do then? Start threads, post in them? Anything else?

  • 04.13.2007 9:53 PM PDT

Posted by: OrdinaryKronos
Oh. I was like that at one point.....So....what do you do then? Start threads, post in them? Anything else?

Start threads, post in them, make fun of people, flame, help people... pretty much everything you can do on a forum.

  • 04.13.2007 9:58 PM PDT
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Cool. I used to flame people, but that disembodied soul started to send me freakish messages.....I got one just a few minutes ago.

  • 04.13.2007 9:59 PM PDT

Posted by: OrdinaryKronos
Cool. I used to flame people, but that disembodied soul started to send me freakish messages.....I got one just a few minutes ago.

Yeah I'm probably going to get one for going off-topic... but I can blame it on you since this is your thread and you're asking me questions >=/

*leaves thread*

  • 04.13.2007 10:00 PM PDT
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Its fine....CHapter three coming soon! Prehaps tommorrow!

  • 04.13.2007 10:04 PM PDT
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chapter one has a terrible ending. Work on it, now! Chapter two needs work, but its ending is better.

  • 04.14.2007 12:47 AM PDT
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good luck on the next chapter ur fan-fic is really good

  • 04.14.2007 7:50 PM PDT
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Thanks....
Extra short, needed to change scenery anyway, running short on swamp ideas.


CHAPTER THREE: STOWAWAYS...


“…..Respond, respond!”
The Phantom pilot yelled into his com, only getting a loud whine and a burp of static.
“What is it ‘Kinomee?”
The Zealot asked, hardly able to keep his tone level and the exasperation out of his voice.
“Excellency….we lost contact with the ground team….”
The elite replied, barely able to keep the panic out of his own.
“Perhaps it was some interference. Human technology always does that, and I saw some humans a while back.”
‘Vandumee spoke up, confident in himself that it should be the answer. ‘Zurree rolled his eyes.
That fool! Always thinking about his troops; who does that?...
The Zealot hesitated, that just said out of the blue, “Humans? Check out the viewing porthole, that’s an order!”
The random change from a tired, bored elite to a shouty unpredictable beast didn’t surprise ‘Vandumee and ‘Zurree, but it made the pilot jump.
When somebody is stressed to a certain point they snap and loose their mind. The two seasoned officers had seen this countless times and usually ignore it.
The pilot tapped a few commands on the holo-pad on the pedestal in front of him, which allowed a small porthole to be opened and it just happened to be underneath ‘Zurree’s feet.
Lucky for ‘Zurree a thick layer of forerunner glass was there to prevent him from taking a long plummet to the ground hundreds of feet down.
‘Zurree looked down, not being able to spot much down there he clacked his lower mandibles-a shrug.
“I don’t see any movement at all….”
The pilot nodded, and activated the motion detector with a few artful clicks on the holo-pad.
A small screen became illuminated, and revealed that there was movement, and plenty of it, but none of it was friendly to say the least.
“Exelency, There are hundreds of contacts down there, none of them are our troops……”
The pilot paused, his mandibles clacking nervously together, creating an irritating click-click-click noise.
“….The parasite is still out there, and they have wiped out the ground team.”
‘Onsomee sat down in one of the several crash chairs in the cockpit, hanging his head low. ‘Zurree turned to ‘Onsomee, and snarled.
“What happened to ‘successfully driving them off,’ your Excellency?”
“enough Field Master!”
‘Vandumee commanded. “We cannot stay here any longer; the mission failed my Brothers. We must return to the Truth and Reconciliation immediately. “
The Pilot nodded, released the hover control, deactivated the grav-lift, and slowly ascended above the tree tops.
“The Prophets will have my head for this!”
The Zealot groaned, burying his face in his hands.
Perhaps its for the best….
‘Zurree thought, a smile playing on his mandibles.
Another second later, and the phantom sped off towards the ship become base…..With a few more passengers than expected.

Five little stow-away flood rode up the grav-lift, being the lightest of their counterparts and the only ones that could on such a low setting.
The five little balls danced about the empty troop hold, it seeming similar to the prison the fools had kept them in for eons.
They found a large crate, the same kind the intruders had brought with them, and jumped in to hide in the darkness.
All were eager to grasp this new prey, to feast upon their minds and knowledge…
And now, the trap was set, they would only have to wait for somebody idiotic enough to set it off, and release them onto the fools once more!
Finally, free of that cursed building! Now to spread as far as the heavens!
One of them whispered.
Yes, to the heavens and beyond!
A second spoke, barely containing it’s glee.
Its been countless years since an adequate meal, but now with more nourishment we can be fed till we explode! Ha,ha! It was foolish of them, thinking they could hold us with mere walls!
The third, the oldest of the five had seen the ones that had imprisoned them, and wanted to get revenge.
I wish I could sink my tentacles into one….
Sighed the very smallest and roundest one.
SILENCE FOOLS; we shall wait, then, think all you want.
Cried the cruelest and most psychopathic of the five, all were to scared to speak against their self proclaimed leader, and all grew silent.


[Edited on 05.03.2007 7:54 PM PDT]

  • 04.14.2007 8:18 PM PDT
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Update comming in about a day or two!

  • 04.14.2007 8:29 PM PDT
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very good i like this chapter exelent awsome extraordinary the best chapter out of the three i liked the ending

  • 04.14.2007 8:39 PM PDT
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Thanks.

  • 04.15.2007 3:03 PM PDT
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...Yeah.

  • 04.15.2007 3:34 PM PDT

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