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Subject: Be heard!! Share your talent!
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Does anybody out there have some Halo fan fiction they want to share? Post it here!

[Edited on 12/5/2004 3:07:01 PM]

  • 12.05.2004 2:54 PM PDT
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or go to HBO to see alot more

  • 12.05.2004 3:15 PM PDT
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Halo...
By: Atsumi

Once there was a guy that went by name Master Chief, and he shot aliens.

THE END

  • 12.05.2004 3:16 PM PDT
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Posted by: lysergicide
Posted by: Atsumi
Halo...
By: Atsumi

Once there was a guy that went by name Master Chief, and he shot aliens.

THE END


Hey man, thats a little light, I mean for chrissakes, he was killing not only aliens, but robots too, and don't forget the zombies, and alien-zombies... Now if only he could fight some robot-zombies....

Hey! It was my story... not yours!

  • 12.05.2004 3:24 PM PDT
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Posted by: Atsumi
Halo...
By: Atsumi

Once there was a guy that went by name Master Chief, and he shot aliens.

THE END


*claps*

  • 12.05.2004 4:43 PM PDT
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Nice story...

  • 12.05.2004 6:23 PM PDT
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♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
wes: u want me to gt naked on my web came?

me? talent? ha!

  • 12.05.2004 6:25 PM PDT
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Once upon a time MC killed me,and I was sad.

  • 12.05.2004 6:27 PM PDT
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Posted by: DooMNukeM
Once upon a time MC killed me,and I was sad.


Boo!! you suck! that stiry is pointless!Your pathetic! *sarcasam*

  • 12.05.2004 6:30 PM PDT
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........ooookaaaayy...... not quite what I meant. I was looking for something a little MORE than one fuking sentance.

  • 12.06.2004 4:27 PM PDT
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I was looking for something more like this. \/


CHAPTER THREE


1830 hours, September 17, 2553 (Military Calendar)\
New Mombassa, East African Protectorate, Earth



Colonel Dominick DePascale looked out of the cockpit of his C290 Raven at the stretching cityscape below. He noticed a caravan of four Warthogs driving to some unknown location; probably headed to a group of marines that needed support. Plasma AA fire slowly arced into the orange-hued sky from somewhere and detonated amongst the taller buildings. The new part of the city looked much nicer than the old, dingy suburbs. As torn up as Old Mombassa looked, DePascale knew that other parts of the world, the more Covenant-occupied parts, looked much worse. An incoming radio transmission broke his train of thought. Static was all he heard, until a familiar voice cut through.
"This is Colonel Fisher, does anyone read me? Is anyone on this channel? Over."
"I read you," replied Dominick. "This is Halifax One. What can I blow up for you today?"
"That you, DePascale? Ha, figures. We need some serious support here. We're pinned down at," he hesitated, gunfire filling the radio for a moment, then continued, "grid thirteen by ten."
"Roger that, Colonel," DePascale answered. "We're on our way." He cut off the transmission and radioed his wing man to relay the message. "Dwire! Fisher's pinned down due east. He needs some immediate air support."
"Roger that!" Colonel Matt Dwire replied. They both banked left in their Ravens.

Colonel Travis Fisher fired the last two bursts in his BR55 and reloaded. The private on the mounted turret next to him took an overcharged plasma bolt in the face. Fisher felt a splash of blood on his cheek and looked at where the marine had stood a second ago, then at him. Fisher grimaced at what was left of the man's head and barked an order to one of his men, "Stewart, man that turret! Hurry your ass up!"
"Yes ,sir," the Lance Corporal said as he quickly manned it and plowed through the 15 pissed off Grunts charging towards them. Their angry barks and growls where drowned out by the loud chatter of the machine gun as it cut them down, spraying phosphorescent blue blood all over the street. A Phantom screamed overhead and landed about 50 yards in front of Fisher's platoon, or at least what was left of it. They had been forced up against a building, so at least they couldn't be easily flanked. Luckily no Hunters had arrived, but if anything with a fuel rod showed up, they'd be really screwed.
Five Elites and five Brutes dropped from the glowing hole in the bottom of the craft, followed by seven Jackals, who locked their shields in a phalanx and moved towards the marines, firing.
"Damn it!" Fisher said as the aliens unloaded. "Sgt. Staten, hand me that Jackhammer!"
Fisher lifted the launcher, aimed, and fired the 102 mm rocket strait toward the Jackals. The explosion sent the bastards flying. All except two, who immediately turned to run. Their cowardice, as strange as it seemed, was rewarded with a hail of bullets in their backs.
He had never seen them run from battle before, but he didn't care. They were dead now.
He fired the second rocket, and it hit a Brute square in the chest. Three other Brutes and two of the Elites flew through the air as chunks of Brute littered the already body covered street. He dropped the launcher, shouldered his battle rifle, and opened fire on the last Brute. No sooner had Stewart gunned down the last Elite when two more Phantoms came in and dropped off ten Brutes and ten Elites. They hovered there and their three turrets lit up with plasma fire.
"Where are these things coming from?" a private complained as he fired a rocket, blowing off one of the turrets. Fisher wished they had a Cobra tank. He'd blow those ships right out of existence.
As though someone had read his mind, a pair of missiles screamed over them and slammed into one of the ships. The drop ship's left engine was engulfed in a blue-white flash. The pilot struggled to control the ship but couldn't as it crashed to the ground, swallowing the Elites below it in a ball of fire. Fisher heard the familiar buzzing of a Raven's rotary cannons and saw two streams of the 30 mm rounds tear up the group of Brutes, sending blood and hairy chunks of flesh in every direction. Fisher looked up in time to see two C290s roar overhead. He recognized the insignias painted under the wings and grinned. "It's about time you two showed up," Fisher said to himself. The remaining Phantom started to run, but it didn't get far. Missiles streaked from the wing tips of each fighter and tracked the Phantom. They went into the engines and blew them apart. The drop ship spiraled into a nearby building and blossomed into a huge explosion. Flaming fragments rained to the ground.
Travis radioed DePascale and said, "Nice fireworks. Those Phantoms were starting to piss me off! See you back at base."




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  • 12.06.2004 4:33 PM PDT
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How about this.

Chaper 5-Escape

The Covenant were holding Master Chief on the brig of their ship. His mind was racing for a means of escape. Then he saw it, a lone, weak, Grunt walking past his holding cell. "Hey you!" The Grunt jumped in surprise and looked over to Master Chief. "Common you little slime ball get over here! Thats right I am talking to you, crap for brains!" He knew he was being childish, but he was willing to do anything to get the Grunt to come close. The Grunt growled and started stalking towards him. "Thats right, I don't have my armor, my weapons, or a means of escape. Just open the cell and see what you are made of." The Grunt got a little closer and raised the keycard...

If you want more than just tell me. I know that isn't the most riveting paragraph but hey, I was going off the top of my head.

  • 12.06.2004 4:41 PM PDT