- Halodude4ever
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I was playing around in Halo 2's campaign today and I loaded up the level Quarantine Zone. As I was playing, I found myself narrating the level in my head. I then decided to write out my thoughts in a fan fiction.
I by no means consider myself to be a good writer. I appreciate all criticism, so please post any so I can become a better writer! =)
Here is the beginning of the level. If a few people like it, I will finish it.
Quarantine Zone
Delta Halo: Installation 05
Overseer: 2401 Penitent Tangent
The Arbiter stood and watched as the last Phantom dropship offloaded its Spectre cargo. Two Ghosts had also been graciously supplied, along with some capable Sangheili warriors from Rtas 'Vadumees command. The Arbiter located Rtas by the Spectre.
“In the center of this zone is a Sacred Icon critical to the the Great Journey. I must find it,” he said.
Rtas made a fist and declared “We shall cut into the heart of this infestation, retrieve the Icon, and burn any Flood that stand in our way!”
The newly assembled team of Sangheili, or “Elites” as the humans called them, all replied with hearty battle cries.
Rtas then said quietly to The Arbiter “The parasite is not to be trifled-with…I hope you know what you’re doing.”
The Arbiter turned and looked towards the central zone entrance and gripped his carbine with anticipation. As he made his way towards one of the new Ghosts, he heard Rtas 'Vadumee on the team COM.
“Onward warriors! And fear not pain nor death! Go Arbiter! I’ll follow when our reinforcements arrive!”
The Arbiter climbed into the Ghost, and a feeling of nostalgia washed over him. The other Sangheili took up the Spectre’s weapons. They slowly drove up the slope to the large Forerunner gate. As the Arbiter looked backwards at his brethren in the Spectre, the gate suddenly opened and an Enforcer flanked by a Sentinel pair exited and opened fire upon the Spectre. The Arbiter aimed at the unshielded portion of the Enforcer and let loose a stream of pulsating fire from the Ghost’s cannons. The Enforcer turned and drifted at him while working its claws, intent on picking him up and crushing him to pieces. The Arbiter threw the Ghost in reverse and used its boost ability to avoid the Enforcer’s claws. He circled around and fired another salvo of Ghost fire, and the Enforcer exploded in a hail of sparks and molten metal. He then swiveled towards the Sentinel pair and found that the Spectre team had eliminated them quite effectively. As they passed into the gate archway, the gunner quipped, “Keep up, Arbiter,” and chuckled to himself. The Arbiter made what passes for a smile in the Sangheili race and followed behind.
After a series of twists and turns the team entered a large metal room. The first thing the Arbiter noticed was the two Enforcers, whose attention was elsewhere. This is what you get for not properly guarding the door, he thought, and the Ghost vibrated as its twin cannons unleashed fire upon the first Enforcer. It did not even turn to face him; it was content on hitting whatever it was fighting with its mortar system. The Enforcer heated, hit a large metal column, and crashed into the ground.
The Arbiter keyed his COM and yelled to the Spectre team “Take out the Sentinels, then concentrate your fire at the last Enforcer!”
He drove around a large metal wall and a feeling of horror and anger swept over him. The Enforcer he destroyed was attacking the Flood. Only now, the parasite had figured out how to manipulate vehicles. He was about to respond to this threat when heard mortar fire coming his way. He turned to face it…and was blown out of the seat of his Ghost. His vision blurred, but he fought his way back into consciousness and crawled behind cover. He then realized the cover he was behind was a human reconnaissance vehicle, known as a Warthog. It was propped up against a column next to a large supply crate, and two human bodies lay nearby. The Arbiter stood and activated his camouflage. He picked up two fragmentation grenades scattered nearby. He overturned one of the bodies and his heart skipped a beat-a rocket launcher lay under the breast of this human. Sangheili usually never used human weapons under any circumstances. He had seen video logs of battles where his brethren had run out of ammunition and charged human defenses with their bare fists instead of picking up assault rifles that lay nearby. The Arbiter figured that in this case, with a mission of this importance hanging in the balance, the ends justified the means. He grabbed the launcher to supplement his carbine and surveyed the battlefield. A lone Wraith tank fired volleys at his team in the Spectre, so he decided it must die first. He brought the launcher to bear and aimed. Unfortunately, he did not know how to operate the weapon beyond its firing procedure, so its tracking capability was not possible. He waited for the Wraith to stop moving and fire another salvo of shots, and he quickly emptied both tubes of the launcher. The Wraith was too concentrated on it’s target, and therefore never saw death coming. It exploded in a flash of fire. The Arbiter almost liked his new weapon; simple and crude, yes, but effective nonetheless. He pressed onward.
The Arbiter keyed his COM and asked for a status update. There was no response. As he descended the large stone ramp, he saw why. A human tank stood in the middle of the room, while two Ghosts commandeered by Flood combat forms scurried around it. The metal behemoth, named a “Scorpion Main Battle Tank”, had its turret aimed over in a corner of the large room. There, the Arbiter saw through his battle binoculars the wreckage of a Spectre. The wreckage was devoid of bodies. Anger swelled into the Arbiter’s chest, almost blinding him. He calmed down and assured himself that he would exact revenge on these foul creatures. He activated his camouflage and crept towards the Scorpion.
As the Arbiter closed in on the Flood controlled Scorpion, he noticed that the tank’s hatch was still open. He ducked behind cover just in time; his active camouflage had given out. He silently cursed his lower technology and formulated a plan. A minute later, he sprinted out of cover cloaked in his light-bending suit of invisibility. He jumped on the tank’s tread, primed a fragmentation grenade, crammed it into the chest of the former human being, and closed the hatch. By the time the grenade detonated, he had already jumped onto the first of the two Ghosts patrolling the area. The Flood combat form gurgled something unintelligible before taking a swift kick to the midsection. It toppled out of the Ghost. The Arbiter swiveled the Ghost’s cannons and finished it off. Realizing the other Flood-controlled Ghost would return fire any second, he dove out of the Ghost…just in time, as superheated plasma burnt up the side of his Ghost. It’s fuel tank exploded, destroying the Ghost. The Arbiter surveyed his options: He had a carbine with about three magazines, an active camouflage device that was recharging, and four…plasma grenades. He would have bait the Ghost into getting close, then stick it with a grenade. He rolled behind cover, took a deep breath, and dove out of cover. He ran twenty meters, turned, and fired a few shots to get the Ghost’s attention. It fired its cannons, and the Arbiter hugged the cold, metal floor. The combat form obviously did not think to lower the Ghost’s cannons, because it boosted towards the Arbiter with the intent on splattering him all over the walls. The Arbiter activated a plasma grenade’s fuse, let the Ghost get within five meters, and whipped it outward. It stuck to the forearm of the combat form, which was oblivious to the grenade all the way until the grenade detonated, literally blowing the combat in two. The Arbiter swelled with pride in avenging his comrades, and started his walk towards the central zone. He cast a long stare at the Scorpion tank, and decided even though he had been specially trained to pilot it, and a very select few had primarily for commando missions, he should stick to the shadows until he received reinforcements. He trekked onward.
[Edited on 06.07.2007 8:49 PM PDT]