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Chapter 2: A rude awakening

The forest was thick with foliage, and the ever present smell of rotting plants. Vega could here the Elites speaking in there warbling tongues close by. It was clear they were hunting him. He ducked underneath a log, hoping they would pass him by without noticing him. If they were to find him, it would be all over. He was unarmed, and without any form of protection.
“Wort Wort Wort!” the Elite roared as the beast ripped the very log Vega was hiding under to shield himself, to shreds, and without delay, pulled out his energy sword.
“What was that?” Vega grumbled as he gathered his senses. “It all must have been a dream.” He awoke to find himself on the floor of his quarter. Suddenly there was an explosion, and the echoing of tarring steel through out the hull. He had fallen out of his bunk with the previous explosion. “What is going on?” He surveyed his location. His comrades must be roaming around the ship some ware. The lights flickered on and off, and then he herd the sound of the ship board AI coming through the intercom.
“All engineers the reactor deck seven. There has been a power failure in the main reactor.”
Suddenly Vega realized where he was. He was on the experimental ship; the Perdition, en rout to Earth. The AI’s voice came through the speaker again.
“All marines and Spartan, report to the main deck, A.S.A.P.”
That was him. He hastily got dressed in his deck uniform, and head up stairs.

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Hate it, as with all fanfic.

No offense to you, I'm sure its fine, but when I write, I like to make my own stuff.

Bad writers borrow. Good writers steal.

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Hate it, as with all fanfic.

No offense to you, I'm sure its fine, but when I write, I like to make my own stuff.

Bad writers borrow. Good writers steal.


Whatever floats your boat. Oh, and here is chapter 3

Chapter 3: Dead in space

“Where did those ships come from” asked the captain.
“I didn’t pick up any slip space ruptures.” Said the AI. “they must have been conseeling themselves inside the planet this whole time.”
“what weapons systems are operational?” asked the captain to the weapons officer.
“All archer missle pods are online, along with beam canons 2 through 4, sir.”
“Ill reroute the main engine power thouse weaopons systems an dour shields, however, we will be emoble sir.”
“That is fine” said the captain “just as long as we have a defense until were fully operational.”
Suddenly, the five covenant ships opened fire simultaneously. White hot plasma glided towards the Perdition, then stopped short when it collided with the ships shields. This was another experimental piece of stolen covenant technology the Perdition had on bord.
“Return fire!” barked the captain.
“eye, eye” said several voices of the deck crew.
Missiles shot from the Perdition, blowing away the shields on two of the five covenant ships, wile the beam canons tore through the other three ships.
“Another salvo of plasma, in bound” yelled the navigations officer. As the last of the covenant ships were blown to bits. Suddenly there was another large explosion on board the ship.
“What now?” said the captain in an almost sarcastic tone to Odysseus.
“I seems the shield generator has overheated the other reactor. The fuel cells in the secondary reactor are fried. It couldn’t take the stress of powering he whole ship. Sir….both of our main reactors are dead. We are running purely on emergency fuel now. We are dead in space….”
“is it damaged beyond repair?”
“Not entirely, sir. The damages are extensive, but I the repairs will hafto be done manually. I estimate it will take at least 13 days to get the reactors to the point ware we can move.”
“then it looks like wee will hafto wait it out then.”
“But sir that is not the main problem.”
“What is it”
“We are running solely on reserve power, and oxygen. We do not have enough reserve oxygen for the whole ship for 13 days. That is until we get the reactors running, to fuel the oxygen generators.”
There was a long, awkward silence on the main deck, for quite some time. The captain sighed, as the whole deck crew watched him closely.
“However” said the AI “I sent a probe down to track the carrier we were fallowing. It appears that deep within the gas giant is a planet, with a suitable atmosphere. The ship must be waiting there for reinforcements.”
“Then the course of action is clear.” Said the captain in a toneless voice. “Get all of the ship engineers on repairing the reactor. Get a Squad of marines down to the surface to secure a landing zone, for the crew that is not working on the reactor. We will camp on the surface until it is repaired. Once the crew is evacuated, shut off all oxygen to the ship, except for the reactor deck.”
“Eye, eye” said Odysseus as he disappeared within his pedestal.


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what a clever way to advertise your group, well done,

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  • 01.28.2005 3:41 PM PDT
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Here is some fan fiction I cooked up myself. Feel free to comment on it. I will release new chapters to the story when I am done with them. I have more posted in my group; Fire of Tru7h. Hope you like it.

Chapter 1: The perdition

The trip was almost over. Soon we would be home, and finally peace would finally be attained. Only a few more days until the-
“Captain, we are picking up a covenant distress call, nearing our location.” Suddenly, Caption Morris was ripped from his day dream, and hurled into the realm that is known only as reality. A small holographic figure appeared before the Captain, dressed as a Greek soldier. “Isolate the signal. How far is it from our location, Odysseus?”
“Scanning. Aprocsamitly 2300 kilometers from our location. Sir, it is traveling in the same slip space path as us, and decelorationg into normal space.”
“Follow it. If it is sending a distress signal, it has to be damaged, or crippled. Taking it out should be easy with the new weapon systems on board.”
“Eye, eye”
“Sir, the covenant ship is coming into view” yelled the deck navigator.
Suddenly, a humongous covenant carrier appeared on the main view screen
“Odysseus, what is that” said the captain with an astonished look on his face.
“It amperes to be a covenant carrier, nothing in my database.”
“It seems odd that such a large ship would be unescorted. No mater. Take it out before it has a chance to fire on us. Warm up Mac guns 1 and 2”
“Sir, the ship is exselorationg, heading for the gas giant in the distance.”
“Mac guns one is ready to fire. 2 is 86% charged.” Yelled the weapons system officer.
The Mac guns were large cannons witch fired a 4 ton molten hunk of mettle at an incredible speed, using reverse polarity. It was odd to have more than one Mac gun on an ordinary ship, but then again, the Perdition wasn’t an ordinary cruiser.
“Mac guns at 100%”
“Open fire!”
Suddenly, there was a large explosion, and the captain was nearly thrown from his chair along with most of the deck crew and the lights flickered on and off.
“Odysseus! What the he!! Was that! Status! Did the ship fire on us?”
“No sir, the plasma coupling on the main reactor has overloaded, and burst. Im rerouting power from the reserves as we spea- The covenant carrier! It has diapered in side the gas giant.”
“What do you mean? Hasn’t the weapons systems been field tested?”
“They have been tested in simulations. Captain, this is an experimental ship using stolen covenant technology. Problems were bound to occur. This is a minor problem. We should be fully operational in a few moments, after I re rout the power.”
“I knew I shouldn’t have accepted this mission. Keep an eye on that curser. Blow it to he!! As soon as we are back on line.”
The captain’s mission was to pilot an experimental ship, full of experimental infantry weaponry and engineers to earth, to fortify its defenses.
“Sir”
“Are we back online Odysseus?”
“No sir…..5 covenant class battle ships have just emerged from the gas giant.”

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Good job, there are a few misspelled words, but good job!

[Edited on 1/28/2005 4:29:06 PM]

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