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Subject: The Wind of the Forest - Halo FanFiction

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Hey everyone! I would like to introduce to you my second fanfiction, the Wind of the Forest. Hope you like it!

~Xboxguy123

I will update my fanfiction daily, or whenever I feel like it. It will have at least two updates a week. Enjoy!

Please give me constructive critisism!

Chapter One

A shadowy forest. Leaves rustling in the wind. Silent, and deadly. A man stepped into the forest with a single M6D pistol, and put a hood on to conceal his face. He walked on until he came to a marine encampment, where fifty marines were staying before they raided a covenant camp about five miles due south of where they were. The man listened to the sound of the water trickling down from the river. Then blocked the sound out. Listened for footsteps or any sign that the marines were awake. Silence. Then the sound of a twig snapping. Good, the man thought. Still awake. Focusing on this piece of information, he continued further down into the camp.
After walking for about a minute, the man came across a tent with lights on inside it, and what sounded like two marines arguing. The man silently treaded inside, and one of the marines looked up at him.
“What do you think you’re doing here, sonny? Didn’t we tell you that this tent was off limits? Do you think I’m a private, or something?” The marine pointed at his coat, which had the words General First Class emblazoned on it.
The mysterious person walked up to the general, and said in an oddly guttural kind of sound,
“Sorry man. Wish I cared.” Before raising the gun and shooting the general in the face. The other marine screamed, and took a good look at the mysterious man. He screamed even louder at what he saw. Before him stood a sort of cross between a brute and elite. But before he could kill, it, the brute/elite raised its gun, and fired.


Superware Hardware Store
0300, November 11, 2552
New Mombossa, Africa

Utter silence. Private First Class Peter Wells wiped the sweat off of his face. What a nightmare. They had been happening since his trip through the covenant infested deserts of Mohabi that his team had taken a month ago. Wells went to his temporary bathroom and washed his face. Everything, he reminded himself, was temporary. Ever since the covenant had burned down the UNSC base that he was assigned to, his team and an assortment of lieutenants, Captains, and generals had been moving from temporary base to temporary base. It was getting quite frustrating. Wells looked in the mirror. Age and battle marks were quickly catching up with him. He spotted three gray hairs, and several wrinkles under his eyes. No point trying to go back to bed now, Wells thought. There was no way he would even catch a wink of sleep after that dream. Wells stretched and yawned, and then changed and headed outside to his work office. The moment he walked outside though, he bumped into a woman.
“Sorry,” Wells said, and then noticed who the woman was. “Erin,” he added. Erin was a civilian that was living in the UNSC temporary base to help them research. She was a slim figure, five foot eight, and she looked stunning. Unfortunatly, the only thing she would talk about was work.
“Haven’t you gotten started on the new Cooper research development plan for the UNSC division one?” Erin asked inquisitively.
“About that…”
“Get working then!” Erin scolded harshly. Wells sighed and padded away to the nearest coffee machine. But before he could arrive at the machine…

Boom.

The whole store rocked on its foundation. Wells dived for cover, and Erin, still five steps away, ducked reflexively. Wells looked at Erin. She looked more frightened then she had ever been. Then came the screams from above. It sounded like a Covenant Raid Vehicle, or more commonly known as the CRV, had blasted through the roof. Wells involuntarily laughed as he realized the history of the CRV. The nickname had been invented because the vehicle looked a lot like Honda’s CRV, which the company had continued to sell even though the vehicle’s sales records were the lowest in the vehicle business. Wells shook himself out of his reverie.
“Dive!” he shouted to Erin, and they dived as a piece of the ceiling, burned with plasma, destroyed what was left of the floor where they had just been. Wells rushed Erin to a set of stairs, which many people were already fleeing on. “Take this,” Wells said as he gave Erin his secondary weapon: a M6D pistol. “Do you know how to use it?”
“Yes”
“Then get out of here, and use it on any covenant you see”
Wells then left Erin to scurry down the stairs. He watched her figure until it disappeared among the sea of people, and then ran in the opposite direction, heading toward the source of the boom, to the vehicle that he thought was a covenant CRV. Wells took the stairs three at a time. He bounded onto the plasma burned floor, watching out not to fall into a hole or crevice, and was immediately confronted with two grunts. Wells took out his primary weapon, a BR55 rifle, or a Battle Rifle, and shot each grunt three times in the head. He then took their grenades, and continued on his way to the CRV.
When he finally arrived at the Covenant assault vehicle, it was oddly deserted. Wells figured that all of the covenant must have spread out in the building, and he sauntered in with big steps, aiming for the engine room so that he could make sure the vehicle would not fly again. Wells stepped into a room. Empty. He walked around a corner that was, for some reason, scorched with plasma. He figured a covenant grunt must have accidentally fired a plasma gun and they had not had time to repair the mark.
Then he saw the body.
Wells dived out of the way, but he was too late. A brute grabbed his head, snapped it back, and all went black.

***

“Where is Wells?” Captain Kale asked a shaking private, who, coincidentally, worked with Wells in his research for the UNSC. Kale was a man of a sturdy figure, six feet five inches and two hundred twenty pounds of muscle. He had slowly made his way to captain in the ten years that he had served in the UNSC. Kale was planning to retire soon, but this raid had made the Colonels in space change their minds. They forced Kale to stay on for another year.
“I don’t know, sir” the timid marine answered. “The last I saw of him was yesterday, when he was doing R&D work with me.”
“That is bad. Very bad.” Kale said. “That brings the missing up to two. The dead remains at seventeen.”
The Covenant Raid Vehicle had lifted off after the raid was complete, Wells having failed to destroy the engine. Every survivor was now helping the UNSC collect bodies that littered the floor. Nobody had seen Mariah, a marine that was missing, or Wells since the raid. Suddenly, Erin appeared from a doorway. She was running toward Kale’s office.
“I know where Wells is,” Erin said as she approached the captain.
“Where?” Kale immediately asked.
“He was going toward the Raid Vehicle to take out its engines the last time I saw him,” Erin replied.
“Hmm….” Kale said. “That is where someone said Mariah went too. Leave while I think of the implications this might have.” Erin backed out of the room, slightly shaking.

***

Wells felt dizzy, like he had been given a sleeping drug. He rubbed his eyes over and over again, until everything came into sharp focus. Wells looked at his surroundings. He was in a barred cell, the bars made from some covenant metal, too thick and too strong to break. There was a bathroom of some sort in the corner, and a meal of a yellowish looking covenant snack was in another corner. Wells tasted the food, and immediately regretted it. It burned his throat and made tears form in his eyes. He slid the food into the bathroom corner, and focused on his options. That was when he felt a heavy bulge in his side. He looked at it, and saw his battle rifle! Stupid brutes didn’t take my rifle, he thought happily. Wells wondered if it would help him get out. The walls and ceiling looked bullet-proof, and even if they weren’t, Wells didn’t dare try, for fear of waking any covenant up. Wells sat down to think, and before he knew it, was asleep again.

N’ar Kargoza was intently watching a screen in the Covenant Raid Vehicle. Lean and muscular, the 30 unit (around 20 years) old Elite was one of the highest ranks an Elite can go. Shipmaster. Shipmasters had to be trained in fighting for at least five units, and then have three units of apprentice experience. After that, you had to fight in the military for a time of six units. After that, the Elite generals considered to put you in the position of shipmaster. N’ar was one of the lucky ones. He munched on one of the yellow things that had choked Wells, and called for Un’amagi, his close friend, and in military rank, his inferior friend. Un’amagi stepped in the door, and asked, “Yes?”
N’ar replied, “I wish for you to check on the prisoner. Make sure that he is, how should I put this, Nice and cozy.” N’ar said this with a touch of poison in his voice. N’ar tossed Un’amagi a set of keys. “The key to his room is the smallest”.
“Yes sir,” N’ar’s friend said, and set off to the prison wing.


[Edited on 11.25.2007 4:56 PM PST]

  • 11.25.2007 4:52 PM PDT

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nobody?

  • 11.26.2007 1:53 PM PDT

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Really-Nobody?

  • 11.28.2007 2:22 PM PDT

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doing another shameless self-bump

  • 12.02.2007 2:54 PM PDT
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do you like muffins?

Chill,I read it and it sounds good,keep up the good work.

  • 12.03.2007 4:42 PM PDT