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Chapter 1:
****The Welcoming Arms of Death****

I jammed my last clip into the Assault Rifle and prayed for this nightmare to end. I took a deep breath and emerged from my cover, my finger on the trigger as I rejoined the fire fight that many had breathed their last, in this dim lit corridor of our vessel, The Pillar of Autumn. Klozor screamed in agony as a green ball of heated plasma hit the soldier’s shoulder, burning the flesh and revealing the bone underneath. Klozor screamed as he fell, but was silenced when a rookie ranked elite shot the man in the face. I squeezed the trigger and watched as the blue clad elite wilt under the combined fire power of the rest of Fire Team Alpha. We were still facing some serious opposition led under the veteran Elite that was the trigger happy bastard hiding behind the bulkhead, encouraging the methane sucking cannon fodder to charge at our fortified position of crates. I quickly primed a frag and lobbed it over, splattering the corridor with the remains of the Elite leader and the file of Grunts that were unlucky to be with their leader when the grenade detonated. The remaining Covenant troops were quickly given a good dose of lead. I looked around at the now empty corridor, splattered with gore, heat still radiating from the barrel my empty AR and the smoke of fire powder lingered in the air. I heard the Yankorvich empty a few rounds of AR into the fallen veteran, his voice accompanying the shots

“You like that you ugly son of a –“he screamed, but his sentence was cut short by the Sergeant.

“Soldier, pay attention, it seems that Fire Team India is dancing with the Covenant and all of Alpha Team is invited to the prom!” the Sarge announced, and Corporal Kinatori could be heard chuckling despite the gunshots ripping through the air at the other side of the mike. Sergeant Mobuto clambered over the plasma scorched crated and pointed at me, “Son, take poor Klozor’s ammo and let’s show the Covenant what UNSC Marines are made of!”

“Aye Aye Sir” chorused the squad, tiredness stretched on my face that was mirrored on the rest of the men and women’s faces as well. With the newly accumulated ammo, I, Pvt. Mark “Eagle-Eye” Collins strode towards the welcoming arms of death.

  • 08.19.2007 4:59 AM PDT
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Chapter 2:
****Sir, How Fast Do These Uglies Breed****

The scene was all too familiar in my eyes as the slumped bodies of the fallen decorated the staircase as the Covenant rained plasma on Alpha and India’s position as the Marines tried to rush the colourfully armoured warriors on the floor above. Both squads took heavy casualties as we tried to make our way up to the next landing. One Marine took a plasma grenade to the face and was literally blown open, his smoking remains of his corpse flung against the metal walls. I emptied the last of my clip into the head of a curious Grunt that just so happened to peer over the edge of the landing. I was one of the lucky few who were still untouched by the raining bolts of plasma. It seemed impossible to charge the enemies on the landing until something came that I still dream about in my troubled sleeps. A warrior clad in green with a golden visor that I could see my own started face in, walked in, his gun blazing at the Covenant on the landing above us. This warrior’s aim was amazing, and nailed many of the troops on top. As their bodies fell from the landing above us, the augmented soldier stormed the stairs, firing rounds as he ran up the metal staircase. He reached the top and turned an Elite into a bullet riddled body, but was frozen in place just before he reached for his next clip as two more Elites roared. The soldier whipped out his side-arm and started ripping the leading Elite with the handguns powerful rounds. With this opened window of opportunity the remnants of Alpha and India launched our counter attack consisting of a lobbed frag from the Sarge and Alpha screaming up the staircase, blowing every last damned Covnenant soldiers still alive while India held their position supporting our fire team as we hosed the remaining aliens. The air still stank of firepowder and the sprawled bodies of both human and Covenant carpeted the floor, accompanying the plasma burns and thousands of the “empties”. I walked over to one of the newly slain Elites and screamed,

“Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about!” as I fired a parting gift into one of the dead Elite’s head.

The augmented warrior nodded at us and left the landing into another were we heard his booted footsteps fade followed by the staccato rip of his assault weapon as he executed some Covenant troops that had obviously failed to kill the warrior.

“Sarge, how fast do these uglies breed?” Pvt. Ranktria C. Nakhow smirked and asked casually kicking the body of a bullet-riddled Covenant troop.

“Why do you ask?” the Sarge asked, although guessing the answer concerning Master Chief.

“’Coz at the rate the Chief is killin’ them, the Covvie are gonna have a hard time finding enough troops to throw at us!” Ranktria laughed, and the squad roared their approval of the joke.

The Autumn suddenly shuddered violently from multiple plasma lasers stitching across the Autumns hull. The Sarge frowned and keyed his mike again. He then laughed and smiled at us, his beady eyes searching over the remains of his Fire team.

“The Old Man wants us off his sinking tub and decides he might see us at the picnic the Covvie are holding down at the god forsaken ring down there”, Mobuto emphasised pointing at his boot, “so boys and girls, lets fly in luxury in our lifeboat designated to us and crash that damn party!”

In five minutes I and the fire team were buckled into our seats, as we exploded from the hull of the Autumn and we sped towards the ring clouded by Covenant cruises.

  • 08.19.2007 5:08 AM PDT
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hehe.... im not very good at writing as u can see >.> sozzie =] tried my best but still gonna write more coz im just killin time for Halo 3 =]

  • 08.19.2007 5:09 AM PDT
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Chapter 3:
****Why the Man is Named Eagle-Eye****

We sped towards the ring planet, other escape pods rocketing towards the surface as well. In the distance, the blazing HEVs could be seen, housing those jump-happy ODST, an organization that would be for those who were a bit insane. Our lifeboat entered the atmosphere of the planet and made a speed towards a patch of green and a huge structure shooting light into the sky. We decelerated and unsuccessfully made a smooth landing due to two things at a hill next to the building -

a)Because we still half crash landed, killing the pilot who was Pilot John Peterson by the force of the jarred landing smashing his scull open and spilling his brains out across the controls and on the Sarge who was the Co-pilot and the deaths of the nearest Marines to the door who were the two of the remaining five of fire team India.

b)And the large building was actually a piece of Covvie real estate, so once the survivors of the escape craft clambered out of the vehicle, we were met with Covenant forces straight away.

However, there was a bit of luck. We had landed on top of a hill, its peak bordered by rocks at the front and the sides and our six guarded by a sheer rock face, reaching up into the sky for around 200m. We were met with resistance as soon as the squads were out of the pod although it was light. The slope was where we could call for evac until we realized that we had no radio and the lifeboat’s com channels were f***ed, but we could still hold our position on the hill fairly easily until we were out of ammo or we had or died. I switched weapons from between the AR to his S2 AM sniper rifle, explaining why my squad called me “Eagle-Eye” due to my position- a sniper. The mechanical rip of assault weapons ripped down the slope as Covenant rushed the slope. Bodies fell, but the structure seemed to house many of the bastards, so the Covenant just kept on coming. There was non-stop fire screaming up and down the slope, from both humans and Covenant. I picked of a Grunt and pumped two slugs of the sniper into an unwary Jackal. The reports from the other snipers echoed through the area as the battle raged on. What really balanced the scales was that although we had the height advantage, the Covenant had a tendency to bombard us with plasma grenades, nicknamed “stickie” due to its ability to latch its self onto something and detonate. A marine from India screamed as she got one full in the face and her body was thrown down the slope as she ran around in circles, blind until the grenade detonated and painted the ground around her with her blood and brains.

“Come on you cowards! Come and take my god damned life just like you took my family’s and my friend’s you mother fu-“shouted a Marine standing up his assault weapon at full automatic.

The soldier didn’t finish his sentence for the Covenant forces fired a volley of shots and he was forced to dive for cover. As the battle raged on, the slope was littered with the bodies of the fallen, the grass soaked with colourful blood of the aliens and occasionally the crimson taint of humans. But the humans were getting tired, fighting in the cruiser and now on this ring without rest besides the ride down to the planet and the very short lulls in the battle. We were running out of ammo and energy and motivation. For every two damned soldiers we killed, it seemed like two more had taken his place. I slapped the last clip into the rifle and decapitated a rookie Elite and put down a few Grunts down for good. I surveyed the carnage, and even if evac didn’t come soon, we would still go down fighting.

  • 08.19.2007 5:10 AM PDT
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Chapter Four:
****Our Shining Knight in Green Armour****

Our situation was now desperate. Near out of ammo and grenades alike and the Covenant still storming our position, we were about to be over run. We were starting to sustain casualties as men fired their last rounds of their clip and reached for another then realised they were out and was shot by the plasma weapons. I had been forced to throw away the rifle and switch back to the MA56 Assault Rifle and hose the slopes, my clips quickly being used in the effort. It seemed death was inevitable now as we staged a last stand on the top of the hill, unless our knight in shining armour with invincibility rocked up and somehow managed to clean up the mess we were in.

The Chief slammed the brakes and felt the vibrations as the gunner Fitzgerald turned some Grunts into alien paste.

“You like that? Here have some more!” Fitzgerald screamed.

There was a small pass up ahead and drove the ‘Hog into it and was met by a surprised Elite who was inevitably turned into a road kill. The Chief drove into a large clearing with a large pyramid shaped building in the centre and a hill on one side, were the whine of plasma weapons and the staccato burst of assault weapons told the tale of the struggle there.

“Chief, there are some Marines hiding up on that hill” Cortana buzzed in his ear stating the obvious. Some skilled driving and nice shooting by Fitzgerald mowed down the Covenant and the Chief drove up the hill.

All was lost, both my weapons were out, and I was about to crawl back into the Pod to retrieve Petersons weapons if some other desperate Marine hadn’t already thought of the gruesome idea and done it. I had started my dash for the lifeboat when the roar of a LAAG and the sound of Covenant being run over by the heavy breathing of a Warthog and the heavy slugs that the LAAG produced ripped through the last Covenant forces as they were just about to overwhelm our position did we realise we were saved. The vehicle came up the hill and driven by the amazing augmented warrior, Master Chief.

“It’s good to see you Chief, it was getting warm up here” Mobuto said dryly looking at the body sprawled slope and the remains of his fire team. The remains of India had been slain before in the raging battle.

The Chief nodded his agreement and Cortana, the Autumns AI her voice could be heard calling for evac and there was a reply from Foe Hammer, a well known Pelican pilot. How the hell did Cortana end up in the Chief I wouldn’t know and wouldn’t care anyways, for the relief that evac was coming was enough to make the squad celebrate and forget the burning images from the last three hours for a moment. The beautiful shadow of the pelican was nearly as good as the real thing itself, its sleek engine pods and the throaty roar it was emitting was too good to be true. The squad hopped on board and we waved to the Chief and his gunner and head off towards the sunset. There were a few of the Covenant left that decided that they would try and shoot some of us while we were just about to leave in the Pelican, but was hosed down with the Pelican’s chain gun for their trouble. That gun had just booked itself in the “I Love Pelicans” book that Alpha squad was going to make once arrived at base.

  • 08.20.2007 1:25 AM PDT
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hehe =]

  • 08.20.2007 4:41 AM PDT
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Hi. My name is Andrew. I'm Asian. Still trying to figure out who I am. Yup. That's it.

Great job man, but you should post this in the h3 forum. Nobody replies to fics in this forum.

  • 08.20.2007 10:17 AM PDT

Now I see, you're doing the story of sargent mabuto from Halo:the flood

  • 08.20.2007 10:35 AM PDT
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Reverence yea along those lines =]



[Edited on 08.21.2007 12:18 AM PDT]

  • 08.21.2007 12:16 AM PDT
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Spartan249 thanks 4 ur reply =]


ookies sure man =]

a new thread will be made in halo 3 named the same ^^ thanks 4 ur reply

  • 08.21.2007 12:17 AM PDT
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Chapter Five:
****A Night Stroll With the Covvie****

I was really starting to hate this god-forsaken ring and what ever bloody thing that inhabited it. The night had well settled in and I was thrown back into the fray again against the Covenant after returning to Alpha Base and set with a new mission- to get Captain Keyes back from the bastards holding him. As we came near to the huge Covenant cruiser, we saw bodies strewn around everywhere on the ground near the grav-lift. The grav-lift was heavily guarded obviously by the Covenant and we were told to go up it. It was suicidal, although a platoon of those damned crazy ODST with the Chief had been told to secure the area when another platoon of normal marines came and helped kick some alien ass. Personally I thought the Master Chief was helluva soldier, and as Pvt Ranktria had said that the Covvies were going to have a hard time dealing with him, I still doubted that he would have survived the raid. Although supported by the best soldiers in a few thousand light-years, I really didn’t damn think any of them would actually make it to the grav-lift, wipe out the heavily armoured bastards and still live. So I was in for a shock when I saw the Chief still very much alive and at least ten marines still on their feet. The majority of the bodies were Covenant, painting the sand stone and dry grass an all new colour. The platoon hopped down from the Pelican, our lights from our rifles shining over the blood stained ground towards the survivors. As we neared, we saw there were wounded among the survivors and with speed, the wounded were lifted aboard the Pelican. I looked up at the purple beam and grimaced. It wasn’t going to surprise me if nobody bloody made it out of the cruiser. An invisible hand picked us up and threw us up, and Ranktria, being as smart as always gave a whoop of eagerness.

The medic prodded gently at my wound, the disgusting black burn that adorned my left hand to the elbow. The friggin grun got a lucky shot at that last rush towards our lines as Chief came. I thought of my men, all of Alpha Fire Team, the best team in Omega Company, nearly all killed. Their smiling faces, down-to-earth attitude. They were the green, mean fighting machines. But they got wasted. I was in command, Sergeant Mabuto of the squad, and although I couldn’t do anything to save Zackorvich dying in my arms nor Lieutenant “Zacky” Horlos getting blown onto the god-forsaken slope, I felt like if I was responsible for my boys and girls painful deaths. I looked at the young medic and his face, distorted by concentration and carefulness, trying not too hurt his insane patient. I described myself insane for I had taken no anaesthesia for I believed the pain would help me forget my sorrows. Well that plan obviously was screwed for I was hurtin’ like hell, my knuckles felt like if they were going to pop from being clenched to hard. I gasped in surprise as the medic accidentally sliced me with the scalpel on the burnt flesh to hard and I felt myself slipping into the darkness, away from consciousness. Just before I slipped away, I saw those empty eyes, their mouths etched in a silent scream of agony. They were like brothers to me and the bastards had killed them.

We were screwed. We flew up the dammed purple lift thing, and ended up in some god damned hangar or what ever the Covenant called them. Nobody was there in the beginning- or so I thought. An energy blade sprung to life right in front of a hell jumper and the camo Elite stuck the man like a pig, the marines squeal bounding of the walls as he was skewered. We panicked and we fired. Randomly. A private from the squad I had been transported to died under some friendly fire as we were friggin scared. The Corporal of the squad calmed us down and we directed our fire into the shimmering mass with the floating blade that had killed another two marines. Already within a minute we had sustained four casualties. This was going to be a hell of a night I had thought as we tramped through alien corridors, repainting the lavender coloured walls with red, blue, violet and after a long and disastrous battle, orange. A kid named Mendoza opened a door and we entered a chamber, the exact one which I am in right now. This was the chamber when hell broke loose and the bastards and Fire Team Zulu danced a deadly tango together.

  • 08.21.2007 10:54 PM PDT