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Subject: Halo 2 Fanfic: The One Left Behind (4 Parts, Part 2 is up)

I wrote this fanfic ages ago but I think I'll bring it back for people to enjoy. I wrote with horribly rampant edits and made it as fact-freindly as possible. It depicts the white Elite's (Gato 'Putumee) ordeal with the Master Cheif while directing his armies to overtake New Mombasa at the orders of the Prophet of Regret. You guessed it, he's the one in the Scarab! It took hard hours of fine-tuning the story but I beleive if you pay attention to the small details you might get how "fact-freindly" it is. Enjoy.

Note: The first part has little to no action in it, but don't be discouraged from checking it out tomorrow, because THAT'S when all the action starts. Save this thread so you can read the whole story over the next 3-4 days.


The One Left Behind



Introduction: The Scarab


Field Master Gato ‘Putumee, the white-armored Elite, stood firmly and proud in the Carrier’s docking bay, eyeing his warriors as they prepped their weapons and vehicles for the invasion. His hand gripped the hilt of his inactivated sword; a nervous habit. They didn’t have much time before the humans begun to assault the ground fleet positioned around the carrier’s grav-lift. Not enough time indeed. Soon Gato’s attention drifted to visions of the smoldered remains of a human he had once slain. Its flesh, along with the familiar, satisfying smell of superheated plasma, created a most peculiar odor. Bringing his attention back to his Elites, he was positive they would be much more than a match for the loathsome humans. But a feeling nagged him...

What if they weren’t?

He banished the thought and cursed himself. Thoughts like these led to defeat. And defeat led to death. Death of the Covenant, his allies, and himself. Especially himself. In his daze of ponderings, an Elite, Shqu ‘Adomee, approached Gato from behind.

“Forgive my intrusion, Field Master ‘Putumee, but your lordship desires your presence in the holy chamber.”

“Of course.” The stalwart Elite replied, not bothering to face his comrade. The action was out of awkward embarrassment, letting his ally catch him off duty. It wouldn’t happen again.

Taking one last look at the warriors that would be sent into battle, and to their deaths, he strode to the lift and climbed to the Prophet’s chamber. The Field Master flew weightlessly through the bright white tunnel, undaunted. He stepped off the lift and into a short tunnel guarded thoroughly by Honor Guards. He nodded casually to the Elites who froze at attention in his presence. The door of the chamber quietly slid open and the lights of the many displays danced across the Field Master’s white armor. In the middle of the room, eyeing the screens was the Prophet of Regret.

“You… requested my presence, Holy One?” ‘Putumee murmured, falling to one knee.

“Yes.” The Prophet answered. “I have an assignment for you, Field Master.”

“Anything for the Hierarchs…” ‘Putumee whispered.

The Prophet continued by tapping a screen. An image appeared on a display, one of a giant four-legged construct.

“Do you know what this is?” Regret asked.

“Yes, Holy One. It is our Sacred Weapon; the Scarab.”

“Quite. Now, I want you to disengage it.” The Prophet went on, eyeing the picture. “Tell your Elites to prepare its departure.”

With that, the Elite grinned. A weapon this large was only used in excavations, and only ships like the Holy One’s could contain one. Its path, though meant for the removal of rock and rubble, was one of giant proportions and destruction, and ‘Putumee couldn’t wait.

Tapping the screen once more, he commanded, “Gather your warriors, board the Scarab, and bring it to the cities’ center.” The image of the Scarab was replaced with a map of the human citadel.

‘Putumee’s grin disappeared. The city center held nothing, only a large human tower of unknown purpose. He could only guess what the Hierarchs true intent would be. But none the less, he stood on his knee and listened closely.

“When you reach your destination, hopefully with haste, I will have the plans ready for you. But you must acknowledge the presence of the humans; they may seem frail, but they conceal many dangerous weapons. They can, and have, find ways of bringing our mightiest of weapons to ruin. They’ve already decimated our Sacred Ring…” The Prophet spoke, his face downcast. “In addition, a certain human poses a greater threat to the Covenant than what we’ve ever foreseen. He is one of the few cornerstones of their resistance. Do you know of this vermin?”

“The Demon?” The Elite replied, his excitement rising every passing moment. “Yes… They call him ‘Master Chief’. He is an unrighteous killer, a liability, and contestable, unlike the other humans.”

“Good. Do not dismiss this human rubbish as benign, like another of your kind has. In his presence, death of the Covenant follows. Your highest priority, if not the one if have given you, is to slay this demon. Now begin your task at once.”

“Yes, Holy one.”

‘Putumee rose and left the chamber, annoyed with the Hierarchs distrust in his knowledge.



[Edited on 07.08.2007 1:17 PM PDT]

  • 07.07.2007 6:14 PM PDT
Subject: Halo 2 Fanfic: The One Left Behind (4 Parts, Part 1 is up)

Here's Part 2, the first part was only the introduction. Enjoy (Oh and BTW the actions starts here).


Part One: Didn’t See That One Coming!


When Gato stepped off the lift, he spied Shqu ‘Adomee taking the Elite’s vows. In unison, 200 warriors spoke.

“According to our station, all without exception…”

The Elites quickly finished and marched into the Phantoms, which up until now, had laid silently in docking bay. He watched as their three turrets unfolded and flexed about, like an animal out of hibernation. They heated and shone a dazzling red-purple, then cooled, and the light disappeared. They’d get their fill of the kill, he was sure.

Shqu had quickly dispersed from the crowd of Covenant soldiers and began to arm himself in the weapons locker a few feet away. The red-armored Elite picked a Plasma Rifle, a few grenades, and a Plasma Pistol side arm; the basic armament of an Elite of his stature.

The red-armored Elite turned, and walked toward Gato, who had shifted his attention to two Jackals fighting over a Beam Rifle.

“Master Gato,” Shqu spoke humbly, “Our warriors are ready. By your command, we shall start the invasion.”

“Leave the decision to the others,” ‘Putumee answered, “There has been a change of plans.”

“Ah, I see. Our lordship has chosen otherwise? What sort of task must you partake in?” The veteran inquired curiously.

“I’m to take our Sacred Weapon through the human barricades and into the city, as close to its center as needed. Gather a squad of any able-bodied soldiers you can find; you will come with me.”

Taken as an honor, Shqu quickly bowed and left ‘Putumee’s presence. In a matter of minutes a force of Elites, Grunts, and Jackals were collected and marched into the Scarab. Gato, as an afterthought, took hold of his newly recharged Plasma Rifle and climbed into the giant vehicle. Inside the Scarab’s dim, purple cockpit, he studied the schematics playing across the screens.

The Scarab activated and roared to life, humming its unmistakable droning chant. The arachnid walker was checked thoroughly by a flotilla of Engineers, who gave their signal for “Okay.” The monstrosity, on its four huge legs, made its way across the docking bay and toward the carrier’s grav-lift. Grunts and Jackals nonchalant enough to not notice scurried frantically out of its way. An unfortunate one was smashed into a pulp. The whole room shook with the weight of the Scarab.

Inside the Scarab, two Elites and two Grunts, including Shqu, tapped the vehicles numerous screens. The Covenant soldiers were lined up single file, ready to attack at a moment’s notice. Gato had quickly grown used to the swaying and bobbing of the craft. The field master wanted to spend as much time as he could inside the Scarab, for reasons even he didn’t know. He somewhat felt connected to it.

The Scarab jerked slightly as it boarded the grav-lift, and lazily drifted down the huge, violet tunnel until it met the ground in New Mombasa, the human citadel.

“Master ‘Putumee, we’ve received word from the Holy One. The map is here.” An Elite spoke, tapping the screen and bringing up a map of New Mombasa.

“Bring the Scarab…. Here” Putumee answered, pointing to the cities’ center.

The Elite looked confused, but followed his orders and kept quite. The Scarab lurched as it stepped through the Covenant blockade like a minefield.

“A human ship. Coming to bear above the city 100 units out.” Shqu called out, “Shall we attack the vessel?”

“No. We shall wait.” Gato replied, “Take the Scarab forward 25 units and turn east. We shall deal with the reinforcements the ship is deploying.”

Of course, Gato wasn’t sure the ship was dispensing troops or not, but he had a feeling.

The massive weapon climbed over the top of a small building, smashing the roof like it was made of paper. Crossing an empty highway, the Scarab met an armada of human vehicles sent to attack the Covenant ground fleet.

“Oh -blam!-! Contact! Contact!” A Marine screamed over the radio.

“Activate the forward cannon!”

The Scarab’s glowing “eye” opened like a flower, and plasmatic energy began to collect inside it. The human vehicles had enough time to stop, but not to escape. The glowing sphere burst, firing a giant emerald laser at the marines with massive force. Upon impact, the vehicles exploded in huge orbs of flame, tossing scrap metal and remnants of charred bones across the road. Globs of plasmatic discharge dribbled from the Scarab’s cannon and onto the concrete below like drool. Quickly, the Scarab shifted back on course, crossing buildings and smashing dozens of cars below it.

“Keep a steady course. We’ll be at the human bridge shortly. Then, we’ll cross it and push through to the cities’ center.” The Field Master spoke.

“Field Master, three human drop ships, approaching our position from around this structure.”

The Scarab turned and was met by the Pelicans as they soared down the street. Swiftly, the Scarab charged its cannon and fired at the head of the Pelican flock. The first human drop ship erupted in flame and fell into a smoldering wreck, while the plasma cannon on the Scarab’s spine opened fire on the left Pelican. The left drop ship turned at a hard angle, lost control, and crashed upside down off to the right. The other Pelican flew off farther into the city.

The Scarab let its weapon cool off for a moment, then continued down the street, torching three Warthogs that got in its way. Following far behind the Scarab, the flock of Phantoms disengaged their reinforcements. The invasion had begun its next phase.

  • 07.08.2007 1:17 PM PDT