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Subject: halo 3:recon- the prologue....written in first person!!

definitley looking forward to a great part any eta yet

  • 04.12.2009 8:09 AM PDT

Sunday is long gone. Or did you mean today?

  • 04.12.2009 8:48 AM PDT

Sorry, I was busy on Insurrection. You guys won't give up will you? Haha, okay, I'll try and finish Part 25 tonight. I'm starting to regret placing them on Harvest though to be honest; it's hard to describe. But they are there to stay, there'll be some big battles soon when Vice Admiral Cole enters the scene, so it's going to be about them for a while. Might span over a few years, the fighting at Harvest; after all, this Volume of the series ends at New Mombossa in 2552, and considering it's 2525 now, it will have to.

  • 04.12.2009 1:35 PM PDT

You got a huge timeframe to fill up if you want.
Posted by: Wolverfrog
Sorry, I was busy on Insurrection. You guys won't give up will you? Haha, okay, I'll try and finish Part 25 tonight. I'm starting to regret placing them on Harvest though to be honest; it's hard to describe. But they are there to stay, there'll be some big battles soon when Vice Admiral Cole enters the scene, so it's going to be about them for a while. Might span over a few years, the fighting at Harvest; after all, this Volume of the series ends at New Mombossa in 2552, and considering it's 2525 now, it will have to.

  • 04.12.2009 4:07 PM PDT

my new GT is Moth Zero

hey, Wolverfrog. Finally got to read it. two words....

EPIC WIN!

please keep up the good work, wolver.

  • 04.12.2009 9:04 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Memoirs of an ODST (Part 24 now available) - Back on

First one in a while, kinda short, but more will be on the way soon. Don't moan please.

Part 25 : An unpleasant history


The setting sun of Epsilon Indi cast a melancholy, vibrant glow over the apocalyptic landscape, putting everything into perspective. For the first time, I realised what the Covenant were doing; hunting us down like mere vermin, an inferior race to be snuffed out by greater beings. The Covenant Cruiser was still hanging in the air, beating down at the Planet's surface with that beam, that terrible, terrible beam.

Shaking off my momentary depression, I cast my gaze back to the rest of my squad. Blade was still out cold, but he was showing signs of waking up, his limp hand occasionally twitched upwards as he was carried by a very tired Switch and Rook. And walking up in front were the Spartans, carrying all of the equipment from the Warthog, which had had it's engine destroyed by the incredible manoeuvring they had used to kill my squad's captors . The Spartans...

I was unsure what to make of them to be honest, on one hand, they had saved our lives, stopping the Elites moments before we were sent to what would most likely be certain death. But at the same time, whenever one looked at me, I couldn't help but feel a long shiver run down my spine, and it was not a pleasant one. It was unnatural what they were, eight foot tall invincible giants capable of ripping through anything that stood in their way. The name Spartan was becoming, they acted just like their historical namesakes, un-defeatable, willing to stand up against any and all enemies. I remembered a film I had watched long ago, a very old one from around the 20th century, in which 300 ancient Greek Spartans held off an entire army. The Spartans of now could do it with three. Suddenly, Switch broke my train of thought.

"My God, who would have thought the Sarge weighed this much? I'm honestly about to drop." He moaned out loud, prompting the Spartans to turn around.

"What's the problem?" Fin asked in a quizzical tone.

"Em..nothing, just a little tired is all." Switch spoke, lowering his head in the Spartan's gaze.

"I'll carry him for you then." Fin spoke, walking over to the ODST to relieve him of the heavy load.

We gazed at the amount of baggage the three Spartans were already hauling each, easily twice as heavy as all of us. Yet they weren't even fazed, indeed, Fin even held his equipment in one hand, swinging the other in a care free motion.

"Are you sure?" Switch asked, purely for politeness sake. In reality he was prepared to thrust Blade into the Spartan's free hand.

"Sure.. I doubt he weighs more than this turret here," He said, indicating the heavy weaponry strapped to his back. Fin grabbed Blade, and with no more effort than he would if carrying a sack of potatoes, he slung the ODST over his back. Now free of their burden, Switch and Rook came over to talk with me.

"Those guys creep me out..." Rook whispered, and Switch nodded along.

"Blade won't be happy to see we've let them tag along." Switch muttered darkly.

"Did we have any choice." Rook half laughed, but he felt foreboding too.

I was intrigued as to why Blade didn't like Spartans. I leaned in, and made sure the three Spartans up ahead couldn't hear me.

"Why won't Blade be happy?" I asked quietly, glancing at the unconscious squad leader, who was currently draped over Fin's shoulder.

"It's..ah..complicated." Switch began nervously, casting a quick glance at the Spartans. After he saw them talking amongst themselves, he relaxed and spoke again.

"Right, a couple of years back, some ODSTs got called in to help with a training excercise. They were slightly annoyed, I mean, fully trained Elite soldiers called in to help out with training. Anyway, they got to the room where the rookie was, and were surprised to see just one person, unarmed, with no armour on, just clothes. The Drill Sergeant had told them to go in and rough the guy up a little, apparently they wanted to see what happened.
Switch paused, taking a deep breath. He coughed, once, and regained his composure.

"Anyway, they got in and started doing what they'd been ordered to do, provoke the guy into a fight. Suddenly, the guy goes nuts, and with his bare hands, beats the ODSTs to a pulp. They didn't stand a chance. Dead, the three of them. Dead as this planet. The families of the dead tried to get an idea of what happened, but the UNSC wouldn't talk, just gave out some official statement that a routine training excercise had gone wrong. But everyone knows what happened in there, another officer saw it all, told everyone the truth. Can you guess what killed them?"

"A Spartan?" I answered, already knowing it was true.

"Bang on son. One of them Spartans. I don't trust them, and neither should you, or you for that matter either Rook. However, these guys don't seem too bad, but I've heard some crazy stories. All hush hush you understand, according to the UNSC, there is no such thing as a Spartan."

"So if these guys aren't that bad, what makes you so sure that Blade won't like them."

Switch sighed, and cast a look up into the sky.

"You know the ODSTs that Spartan killed?" The tension in the air was at an all time high, it was as if the whole world had gone dark, enveloping my squad in a blanket of silence.

"Blade was the father of one".



[Edited on 04.12.2009 9:36 PM PDT]

  • 04.12.2009 9:33 PM PDT

my new GT is Moth Zero

please, sir. I want some more.

  • 04.12.2009 9:49 PM PDT

Posted by: Dropship dude
No, acnboy. Spartain Ken 15 is a lesser being. Much like the bacteria that lives in your shi­t.
Posted by: mike120593
My shi­t bacteria takes offense to that comparison.

Don't make me lel. You won't like me when I lel.

Hold on? How old is Blade? He would have to be pretty damn old if his son (who was an ODST, no less) got killed...

  • 04.12.2009 9:55 PM PDT

I'd say around 60ish. But you have to remember, it's 500 years in the future. Blade has the body of a 40 year old man, due to cryo sleep and years of keeping fit.

  • 04.12.2009 9:58 PM PDT

my new GT is Moth Zero

yeah, with all the advancements in technology, I'm sure humans can live long lives. Duh

  • 04.12.2009 10:01 PM PDT

damn i forgot the epicness of this story

  • 04.13.2009 8:53 PM PDT

By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe.

WOW! Great ending there.

Anyway, they got in and started doing what they'd been ordered to do, provoke the guy into a fight. Suddenly, the guy goes nuts, and with his bare hands, beats the ODSTs to a pulp. They didn't stand a chance. Dead, the three of them. Dead as this planet.

Nice reference there, Ghosts of Onyx?

  • 04.14.2009 3:42 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Memoirs of an ODST (Part 25 now available)

Fall of Reach actually. If you didn't know, the Spartan who killed him was John, so yeah. I'm starting to get immersed in this again, I've got a lot of ideas now.

Also, on a side note, you guys should read new fan fictions others write as well. I would never have got started if a few people hadn't posted on this when I first made it in the Halo 3 forum, so just give people the benefit of the doubt and check some other stories out.

[Edited on 04.14.2009 8:22 AM PDT]

  • 04.14.2009 7:54 AM PDT

-eddy!
huh! What? It was the other guy, honest! ;)
'it was a sniper!' looks down at my sniper
uhh yeah? hes got one too. XD

i do check other stories out, but half the time we all just end up waiting for a new post

  • 04.14.2009 8:36 AM PDT
Subject: halo 3:recon- the prologue....written in first person!!

Posted by: ajw34307
I am writing a Halo story myself, I called it Halo: Helljumpers if any of you wanna hear a bit of it PM me.
Good opening, some small eroors but keep it up.


Hey, I just noticed this comment you posted ages ago Ajw, back in the days I sucked and this lived in the Halo 3 forum. Good times...

I'm writing Part 26 of this now.

  • 04.16.2009 5:24 PM PDT

By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe.

Lol, yeah...Helljumpers was fun...Never finished it though ;)

  • 04.17.2009 2:58 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Memoirs of an ODST (Part 25 now available)

Posted by: Dropship dude
No, acnboy. Spartain Ken 15 is a lesser being. Much like the bacteria that lives in your shi­t.
Posted by: mike120593
My shi­t bacteria takes offense to that comparison.

Don't make me lel. You won't like me when I lel.

Posted by: Wolverfrog
What are you implying? That I'm just a warm up act? ;)

What? No! I love this story! It's just that Max was banned and I read Murph's latest already!

On the Blade thing, OK, you got me. I should've remembered it's 500 years in the future.

[Edited on 04.17.2009 3:37 AM PDT]

  • 04.17.2009 3:34 AM PDT

Posted by: random no337
Posted by: Wolverfrog
What are you implying? That I'm just a warm up act? ;)

What? No! I love this story! It's just that Max was banned and I read Murph's latest already!

On the Blade thing, OK, you got me. I should've remembered it's 500 years in the future.


I was just pulling your leg mate.

  • 04.17.2009 3:52 AM PDT

Nice writing.

  • 04.17.2009 8:15 AM PDT

Part 26: Ambushed

Night had come once again, and one of Harvest's moon's was glowing pale in the sky. Before me, a roaring camp fire was blazing, and we were all sat around it, trying to gather what little warmth we could. Well, all except the Spartans, who had gone out hunting for food.

"Hey, I think Blade's waking up!" Switch called in excitement, and we gathered round the Sergeant's stirring form.

"Whha...where am I?" Blade muttered, trying to lift his head up.

"Oh great, now not only is he a rat bag, he's also delirious..." Rook muttered.

Suddenly, with a sudden burst of energy, Blade sat up.

"I heard that! If I wasn't so tired I'd kick your sorry ass!" We all knew he was joking.

"It's good to have you back Blade." I said, reaching out a hand to pull him up. The squad leader lifted himself up, and dusted himself off. Running a hand through his short, grey hair, he rubbed his unkempt beard in thought.

"What's the status here Farm-Boy?" The old ODST scanned the empty clearing. "This doesn't look like a Covenant ship.."

"We're not on one sir, we escaped." Rook chirped happily. Blade broke out into a smile.

"Aha, so all those hours of training weren't wasted then. Tell me, how did you break free of those Elites?"
Rook gave an awkward cough, and averted his gaze slightly.

"We...um....didn't sir, some others came to help."

Blade's smile began to fade, replaced by a confused frown.

"There were other survivors? Or was it reinforcements? I thought we were the only ODSTs on Harvest right now."

"No other survivors Blade, no ODSTs either."

"Then who?" Blade broke off as Michael, Fin and James walked into the camp carrying a large deer.

"Ah, excellent sir, you've woken up." Michael spoke happily.

Blade's eyes turned frosty, and he gave me, Rook and Switch a look of hatred. I felt guilty.

"Listen Blade, we can explain-" I began, only to be cut off by Blade.

"Silence Corporal, respect a superior officer when you see one." He had named me by rank, a formality usually never used by him.

"Spartans, what is your business here?" Blade asked, walking up to Michael and looking up and him straight in his visor. Perhaps, I thought, he still was delirious.

"We ran into your squad sir, you looked to be in trouble. We decided to help out." Michael had snapped a salute, as had the rest of the Spartans. Blade wasn't impressed.

"You think we needed your help?" He whispered in a deadly voice.

"Um...actually sir, we did." Switch cut in.

"Did I ask you to speak?" Blade bellowed, turning his head around. Switch fell silent.

"Now, if I had a choice," Blade addressed the Spartans, "I'd kick your good-for-nothing worthless asses out of here. As it is, unfortunately, according to the UNSC, you're a marine, so we have to help you. You can walk with us, you can kill with us, you can eat with us, but you hear me now, I will not talk to you unless it is an order, and if my squad knows what's good for them, neither will they." And then, without another word, he turned his back on the stunned Spartans. For the next ten minutes, there was silence, as we watched the venison slowly turn on a spit.

After it had been roasted sufficiently, we cut off chunks of it and slowly began to eat. Even the Spartans did this time, evidently they were hungry. I looked at Blade , he was wearing his poker face, it was impossible to tell hat he was thinking. Suddenly, he stood up, and walked off.

"Um, shouldn't we follow him?" I asked worriedly.

"It would take a braver man than me to do that lad." Switch said, along with an empathetic nod from Rook.

"I'll be back soon." I said, running in the direction of where Blade had gone. After a few minutes off walking through the dense forest, I found Blade staring out sadly at a raging sea, one which had escaped being frozen. Plucking up my courage, I walked up to him.

"Sorry about earlier Farm Boy." Blade spoke in a melancholy tone without even turning around.

"How did you know it was me?" I asked, pausing for a second.

"Because Switch and Rook don't have the guts to speak to me when I'm angry. But you, lad, you are different."

"Thanks sir." I said bluntly, not knowing what else to say.

There was silence for a few minutes, and I walked over to stand beside Blade. We both stared out into the empty space for a few minutes.

"Did Switch tell you why I don't like Spartans lad?" He finally asked, his perception was unnerving.

"He did." I spoke softly.

"Pretty pathetic eh? Holding a grudge after all these years. I don't deserve to lead our squad..."

"Of course you do sir, if a member of my family was killed, I'd hate them too. That's why I fight against the Covenant."

Blade laughed, and cheered up a little bit.

"And a grand job you do too Farm Boy. You know something? You remind me of my son, he was a bit older than you, but you both have the same fighting spirit; he was also as skilled as you with a sniper rifle. I miss him so much, some days I had to fight to keep from being depressed. But not since you joined us lad, because I look at you, and see so much of him. And I know that his spirit lived on."

I felt a little uncomfortable, yet at the same time pleased.

"And I guess, sir, that since my parents died, you're the closest thing I've got to a father."

"That means a lot to me lad. Now, what's say we go back to camp?"

"That would be great Blade, but, listen. Michael, Fin, and James are nice guys. They may not be like you and me, but you should give them a chance."

Silence for a few moments, then.

"I'm sorry Farm Boy, but I don't think I can do that. Not yet." He stated sadly.

I gave out a long sigh.

"Very well. Lets head back to camp then." I turned around, walked forward, and bumped into something. I fell to the ground and gave out a cry of shock. Blade turned, and drew out his knife. Nothing was there. Suddenly, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. A faint shimmering in the air, a heat distortion, perhaps. Then another, and another. With horror, I realised what was happening.

"Blade, we got Invisible Elites all around us!" I shouted. I made to draw out my Sniper Rifle, and realised I had left it at camp.

The Elites, realising they had been uncovered, disengaged their camouflage.

"Do you mind?" Blade asked them in a sarcastic tone. "We're having a precious moment here." Without waiting for an answer, he threw his combat knife at the foremost Elite, only to be dismayed as it bounced off it's shields.

"These guys just don't give up do they?" I said to Blade, backing slowly away from the converging aliens. I stopped as I reached the edge.

"Kill them." The Elite at the front spoke. The two other Elites drew out Energy Swords and moved slowly towards us.

I took a look back at the raging sea, and decided the plan I was formulating was crazy. Then again, crazy was better than death. I looked at Blade, and nodded at him. Luckily, he got the message.

"Oh thank god." He said in mock relief. "He comes the rest of our battalion." He was looking over the Elite's shoulders. Nothing was there. However, the Elites turned around in anticipation, and that was when we acted. Bracing ourselves, we jumped into the water, waves crashing all around us. I could see us being swept away by the current.

"Damn it, now what do we do?" I began to say, only to have my mouth filled with bitter salt water. Blade was likewise thrashing about next to me.

I fought to stay above the surface, but was dragged under time and time again by the raging. Soon, I could feel the world growing black. The last thing I saw before I fell unconscious was Blade grabbing me around the waist, trying to keep me afloat.

Then everything went dark.

  • 04.19.2009 10:52 AM PDT

my new GT is Moth Zero

ohhhh, you kept teasing me, wolver! >:) im mad but happy

  • 04.19.2009 12:38 PM PDT
Subject: halo 3:recon- the prologue....written in first person!!
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hey man! dude! theres a Fan fiction.com?!
anyways

u have 26 parts on this? jeeze

how the hell do i get people to read my FF?

  • 04.19.2009 2:35 PM PDT

Um...I'm not sure how I did it, it just happened. But to everyone else, you should read Finding Family, it's very good.

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Wolverfrog, can I say that MC didn't kill all three of the ODST's.

  • 04.19.2009 2:43 PM PDT

Posted by: OB of HWF
Wolverfrog, can I say that MC didn't kill all three of the ODST's.


.....

<.<

>.>

Quiet you!

  • 04.19.2009 2:44 PM PDT