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Subject: My Fan-Fiction Book...So Far...

A voice is calling in the wind
yon the horizons, and from within
I deem the thought, shall I abide
these ghastly whispers inside?

“Keep us still!” Yelled Vandumme. “The shields can take it!” The two lines of super-heated plasma impacted upon the bow and sides of the Galaxy simultaneously. “Fire the afterburners, Sumambe! Keep us in our place!” Roared Vandumme. With swift, gracious moves, Sumambe’s fingers swept across the holographic control pads. There was a third, sudden jolt as the afterburners kicked in compensating for the ground lost by the kick of the plasma against them. “Fire all plasma turrets!” Yelled Vandumme.
All the Elites this time started to dance their fingers across their control pads. The lights dimmed as the turrets discharged their plasma. Red, white, purple, and orange danced across the black space towards both Cruisers. It impacted and sprayed across both Cruiser’s bows and sides. Making them shimmer a bright white as the shields took the damage. Then, the shields started to dissipate. Then, finally, they stopped. Both Cruisers lost their shields.
“Now! Fire our lateral blast lines while their shields are down! Blow them out of space!” Roared Vandumme once again. “Split it in two! Fire it at both Cruisers! Split it by 50% and fire it at both Cruisers!” Vandumme screamed. The Elites did as they were told. Then, the lights dimmed even more, almost going out. The entire ship shuttered as she emitted the plasma. It impacted both Cruisers squarely in their center. Both ships vented atmosphere and the colors along their sides dulled.
“Sir! We hit them! They’re venting atmosphere and loosing plasma!” Vandumme was unfazed by this. He sill sat in his chair staring at the main viewscreen. “Yes. We did hit them didn’t we? We might have a chance here.” He replied in a barely audible voice. "Send out our Seraph fighters. Some of our boarding craft as well. I'd like to have another ship in the fleet!" Replied Vandumme. “Yes Sir, Shipmaster!” Answered the Elites.
A heartbeat later, 20 thuds sounded from the rear of the Galaxy as the launch bays equalized the pressure so the craft could exit. Then, there were 3 more thuds. Thuds that were not expected to happen. “What the hell was that?” Vandumme questioned. “There is nothing on the viewscreens, Shipmaster.” One red Elite answered. “Well, keep checking them. I want to know what that was.” “Yes sir, Shipmaster.” The Elite answered.
Then, an explosion reverberated from the bowels of the Galaxy. “What in the name of the…” The Shipmaster could not even finish his sentence before yet another explosion was triggered. “Find out what the hell that was! What is happening to my ship!?” Yelled Vandumme. “Sir! Those explosions are coming from Brute boarding craft!” “How the hell did we miss them!” Questioned Vandumme. “Send out the Hunters! Crush them into dust!” Ordered Vandumme. “Yes Sir, Shipmaster!” The entire Bridge yelled. “Seal these doors, and secure the entire ship. I want this ship to be dead!” “Yes sir!” The entire Bridge again yelled. Then, an explosion closer to the Bridge occurred. This time, it rattled Vandumme’s Mandibles. He wondered if they were going to last even five more minutes.

Chapter Three

It took a while for Private Manuel to wake up. The Platoon had been marching for days in the jungle. The air was heavy with moisture and it was humid and hot. Possibly the worst conditions to be marching in. But, yet, here they were. Marching through the muddy and rainy jungle to find the traitor Colonel David Sultan. Aside from the other Colonel, Robert Watts, who was neutralized earlier, Sultan was another dangerous foe.
The Platoon was about to rest, then the Captain spoke up. “Alright, ladies. You’ve done well today, go ahead and set up cam..” “FIRE!” From the bushes and trees muzzle flashes and bullet staccato rained down.
The Platoon was taken by surprise. They scattered and hit the ground pulling their weapons out and defending themselves. But their efforts were in vain. Colonel Sultan had more than twice the men than did Captain Rich. Sultan was hiding in an underground bunker not 50 feet away from the battle. It took everyone by surprise. No one was prepared for it. Bullets flyed, blood spilt, and bodies hit the ground. Most dead before they could hit.
“Captain! Where are they! What are our orders!” But the young private’s pleas for help went unheard. The Captain was already dead. At the beginning of the blood bath, three snipers targeted Captain Rich with their M107 .50-caliber sniper rifles.
One round, entered the back of the captain’s neck, and exited out the bottom of his Jugular. Tearing a hole in his neck the size of his fist. The other two rounds, were targeted at his knees. Each round pierced the back of his knee, and blasted them into pieces. Before the captain could even fall to the ground, he was dead.
Two minutes past, then the firing stopped. The private looked up from the trench he dove into. Every one of his fellow soldiers had fallen. He was the only one left alive. He dropped his Assult Rifle and fell to his knees. He saw out of the corner of his eyes 5 enemy soldiers start to walk over towards him.

  • 12.22.2007 7:59 PM PDT
Subject: My Fan-Fiction Book...So Far...

A voice is calling in the wind
yon the horizons, and from within
I deem the thought, shall I abide
these ghastly whispers inside?

This is just a little something I've been doing in my spare time. Feel free to read it, post comments, and use CONSTRUCTIVE Criticism. lol. Please dont post horrible things about it. But if theres something you want to point out. I would love the help. Thanks! The Wars For Earth

Chapter One

"Fall back!" Fire rained from the sky. "Fall Back, Men!" Again, the plea went unheard. An Artillery shell screeched across the black November night. It disappeared behind the trees. For a heartbeat, there was silence. Then a thunderclap reverberated throughout the jungle. A blinding flash, and then a shockwave. Trees snapped in half, dirt churned up, and fire raged throughout the jungle.
“What in God’s holy name do we do! When will this madness end! I’m hit in my leg by a fragment of steel!” “Suck it up, son. We all have our bad times and our good times.” “But sir! I’m hit in my..” The private was cut short. “I said SUCK IT UP!” Screamed the general. “Now go! Go destroy them!!!”
The entire Division ran as fast as lightening towards the enemy lines. Bullets flying past their heads, some hitting their targets. Bodies dropped and slammed into the dirt. The Division opened fire. Bullets now flying from each direction. The only difference was that these new bullets, were hitting more targets than the ones firing before.
Division 59 was the most experienced and most feared Division in the entire war. Armed with some of the most technologically advanced weapons and defenses known to man. Combined with their skill and ferocity, they were the best on the planet. Some named the Division “Spartans” for their resemblance to the Spartans of Ancient Greece. This Division was normally used for suicide missions that needed to be completed for the importance of the war.
“Deploy shields… NOW!” screamed the general. In unison, the entire Division deployed each of their energy shields. (These energy shields were gifts from the Sangheili. Or, known more as “Elites”) They stopped dead in their tracks and took cover behind the 10’X 6’ energy shield.
The enemies stopped firing. Most looked in awe at the spectacular site of these shields. Covenant technology was very rare to find. Even from those who had previously fought in that war. The war that almost wiped out the entire human race. There were still a few Covenant Cruisers in the human fleets, usually used to blow a hole into any big enemy. Like a rebel planet or two.
“Reload!” screamed the general. Once again, the entire Division reloaded as one. They turned about again to face the enemy. Half of the Division took to throwing grenades over their shields, and the other half, took to firing around the side of their shields. The enemy troops dropped like flies in the dead of winter.
About 10 minutes later after non-stop explosions and bullet staccato, the Division stepped around their shields and look at all the mangled bodies. "Well, better break out the cigars and Champaign tonight!" Laughed one soldier. "Pipe down, marine. This fight ain’t over yet." Whispered the general. "They've only begun to bring out their forces. Unfortunately for them, neither have we." The general walked about 15 steps, then said "The sun is starting to set. Set up camp marines!" The entire Division, as always, mumbled and groaned in unison.
The static of his radio stirred the general from his deep sleep. He looked over at his clock, which to his shock said 3:17 am. “General Rosford? Are you there? Please, if you’re there, pick up. This is urgent.” The General let out a low grunt and retrieved the radio from the table. “Yea, I'm here. What is so important that it involves waking me up at 3:17 in the morning?” “Get your troops up and moving. Pack up and be ready to move in 30.” “If you would be so kind as to tell me why I have to pac..” “Do it NOW General. We will tell you why when the Phantom drop ship comes to pick you up.” “Yes sir, Admiral!” The General turned off the radio and started out the tent to wake the rest of the Division.
The rush of the air from the Phantom woke the rest of the soldiers up from whatever sleep they had left in them. They were stretching the capacity by more than 14,500! The Phantom was designed to hold 500. Less than one forth what they were picking up this time.
“Yea. I’m pretty sure we’re gonna have to get more than like 100 of these things if we’re all leaving here!” Whispered one soldier. “Give me that damned radio!” The general barked. “Here sir.” Private Conwel handed the radio to the general.
“Admiral? Why in the world would you send ONE Phantom when we have an ENTIRE Division down here!?” “Calm down, general. Its all been planned out. We sent that Phantom for you and the other officers, not the troops. We got something special in mind for them.” “What would that be?” Questioned the general. “We’re sending down one of our few Covenant Cruisers. We will loose to many men if we charge the rebel base. We are going to glass it!”
There was a long period of silence as the general thought this through. Finally he spoke. “Fine. But how exactly are my men going to make it out?” “Easy, general. Before we glass the area, we’ll pick your troops up in the Covenant Cruiser, Galaxy. She’s the one who will be doing the glassing.” “Good to hear. We’ll be up as soon as we possibly can to discuss our next attack.” With that, the general and the 20 other commanding officers walked into the gravity lift, and sped up towards the drop ship.
“Alright Shipmaster. We have the human officers. Just like the their Admiral wanted. You may now reveal yourself.” With that, the Galaxy unveiled itself from the invisible cloak with which she was hidden under. The energy shields flickered a bit, and then settled down. Other than the dull red that floated along the side of the Cruiser, she floated dead.
“We are now picking up the rest of the humans. After that, we’ll let loose the plasma.” The Shipmaster replied. By the time the Galaxy had picked up the last of the soldiers, the Phantom had already made it into orbit and was nearing the UNSC (United Nations Space Command) Warship, Cairo. As the general and the officers entered the Bridge, the Galaxy was about to glass the area. They watched from the viewscreens on the Bridge as the Galaxy glassed the forest. All hell was unleashed as the first plasma wave hit the trees. Leaves turned into ash, wood disintegrated. The general could feel the heat from orbit.
When the Galaxy was finished, she turned her nose towards the Cairo and accelerated into space. The two ships interlocked and the remaining soldiers were transferred to the Cairo. They waited outside the Bridge doors for orders.
“General, you and your men should get some rest. I know I deprived you of your sleep. Go, rest for now. I’ll see you in the morning.” “Yes Sir!” The general snapped off a salute, turned around, and walked out of the bulkhead blast doors. “Men! Rest for now. Sleep and recover. I’ll see you all in the morning for briefing on our next mission.” In unison, the Division saluted, and shouted “Sir, yes Sir!”
The General awoke in a cold sweat. The clock beside him read 6:12 am. “God, please just give me one night of restful sleep!” He rolled out of bed and dressed himself. He quietly walked out of the blast door and into the hallway.
He gazed around at the lights, walls, and the porthole windows. Will I ever get a restful night of sleep? The general thought to himself. Maybe I should take a walk to the Bridge and see if anyone’s awake. At that thought, he turned 180 degrees and strolled down the corridor towards the Bridge. “What in blazing hell are you doing up already, general?” Questioned the Admiral. “I couldn’t sleep. I woke up in a cold sweat. I felt I should occupy myself for a while.” “You couldn’t sleep huh? Cold sweats? Sounds like fatigue and guilt to me, general.” The general let out a low grunt equivalent to a low laugh. “Yea. Even I’m sure some of its guilt.” “Well, we all have our problems and demons inside us, general. I’m not going to hold them against you.”
The general was about to speak, but was cut off by the ships AI, Dark Winter. This AI, unlike most of its cousins, was a dark AI, an independent AI. It was adorned in a dark robe with a hood over its head. So you could barely see its nose and mouth. It had animated snow falling around it, and usually spoke in riddles and in a low, dark tone. It reminded the general of the Angel of Death.
The AI started to speak. “Sir, I’ve picked up whispers near the Erandas Seraphas system.” Though only whispers, I caution you that it may be anything. From a lone comet, to rebels, and even to a fleet of Jiralhanae Ships. “Excuse me, if I may intervene Dark Winter, what is a Jiralhanae?” Asked the general. The AI looked at the general in disgust. Partially for being interrupted, and partially for the general’s stupidity. “The Jiralhanae are what you humans like to call Brutes”. “Oh. Well then, we really should pay attention to this, huh?” This time both the Admiral and Dark Winter looked at the general. “If you would please stop talking right now general, that would really be helpful.” “Yes, Admiral. Sorry Sir.”
The Admiral looked back at Dark Winter. “You may continue.” “Thank you sir. As I was saying, we should check these whispers out. Just to be safe.” “Truly noted. Thank you Dark Winter.” At that, the AI disappeared from the holographic platform from which it had been standing on. Well. You heard Dark Winter. Go wake your men and meet me here in 20." "Yes Sir, Admiral."
"Wake your sorry asses up, now!" The general yelled. One by one, each of the soldiers got out of bed and got dressed. "Hurry it up, men! I only need half of you however. We have to be at the Bridge in 15 minutes!" With that alone, the soldiers then went twice as fast. In eleven minutes flat, each of the 7,500 needed soldiers was waiting at the Bridge doors.


  • 12.22.2007 7:58 PM PDT