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Subject: [Story] Memoirs of an ODST (Part 26 now available)

umm... You mean 31.
Posted by: HALOSPECTER144
I like it. Can't wait for part 30!

  • 07.06.2009 10:22 AM PDT
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When life gives you lemons, ferment them and get drunk.

Wolverfrog, how did you originally get your story out in to the open. Im having trouble geting people to knonw it exists.

  • 07.09.2009 1:11 PM PDT

I honestly don't know. People just seemed to read it. Try having a simple title, and a hooking prologue. My advice, never start a fan fiction with an action scene. It's boring.

Sorry I haven't been writing much lately, I've got a bit of writers block. It's the summer holidays in a week though, so I'll have a lot of time on my hands then.

  • 07.09.2009 1:35 PM PDT
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When life gives you lemons, ferment them and get drunk.

The story starts off with a de-briefing. Should i change its title? Also, I have writen alot that i haven't posted yet. Should i wait to release those parts.

  • 07.09.2009 1:49 PM PDT

Oh, I know your one. I think your prologue is a little too long, aim for it to be half the size of what a normal part would be, if that.

Strike Team Razor is a good name, a potentially good idea would be to put 'Halo:' before it, just to let people know.

  • 07.09.2009 2:22 PM PDT
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When life gives you lemons, ferment them and get drunk.

Will do, thanks bro.

  • 07.09.2009 2:35 PM PDT
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When life gives you lemons, ferment them and get drunk.

Hey, im thinking of cutting the prolauge off after the third paragraph. He blacks out at that point, but im not sure if that is too short.

  • 07.09.2009 2:45 PM PDT

Try end it on a cliffhanger, or confusing hook.

  • 07.09.2009 2:53 PM PDT

It unfortunately hooks your readers.

DAMN YOU CLIFFHANGERS!
Posted by: Wolverfrog
Try end it on a cliffhanger, or confusing hook.

  • 07.09.2009 10:18 PM PDT
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Hey wolver, Is that prologue lookin alright to you?

  • 07.10.2009 10:55 AM PDT
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How long should i wait to release a second part of a story?

  • 07.10.2009 3:55 PM PDT

I don't know, give it a few days perhaps.

  • 07.10.2009 3:58 PM PDT
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Kay. thanks.

  • 07.10.2009 5:00 PM PDT

(knee slap)

would a week be too long

  • 07.16.2009 7:16 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Memoirs of an ODST (Part 30 now available)

After a week without internet due to my router short circuiting, and in the process, setting off the smoke alarm, I'm back. On the bright side, I've wrote a lot of Memoirs; book one is nearly finished now. Only eight months after it started too! Yes, I know I'm inconsistent.

Anyway, here's Part 31, it focuses on Switch and company, but Part 32 is all about Farm boy and Blade, so it's okay. Enjoy, and please leave feedback if you read.

Part 31 - Breaking an entry

"Right, I can see two Elites guarding the entrance. One's got blue armour, the other's in red."

"What does it matter what colour the armour is?" Rook scoffed in reply to Switch's recon observation.

"It matters a lot idiot. The colours could symbolise rank, or skill, or how many kills they've made. I'm pretty sure it's not for fashion."

"Yeah, well, they look a lot nice than you."

"Shut your trap Rook."

Micheal observed the argument with slight amusement. It was strange seeing how normal marines bickered amongst themselves like that; Micheal wouldn't dream of arguing with any of his fellow Spartans. Mendez had taught them well.

Speaking of his fellow Spartans, he set up a COM channel with Fin and James.

"You two in position?" He asked of them. Two green acknowledgement lights flashed in reply. All was well then. He terminated the channel, not wanting to give the Covenant below a chance to triangulate their position. He turned to the two ODSTs, and the one they called Smithe.

"My men are in position. You soldiers green?" Micheal said, un-holstering his MA2B modified Assault Rifle. The gun had a scope built in, as well as a silencer and recoil damper.

"Yes sir." Switch replied, nudging Rook in the side to stand up. The two drew out their weapons. Smithe had an uncertain look upon his face.

"What's the plan then?" Smithe asked nervously.

"Who said anything about a plan? We go in their guns blazing, and then Mr. Computer whiz over there reconfigures the Covenant network to locate Blade and Farm-Boy." Rook replied.

"And that's assuming it can be configured, and that they even run a network." Switch added. "But it should be fine; if the worst comes to the worst we can carry out the original plan of taking the drop ship to Midgard."

"And that's assuming there still is a Midgard." Rook muttered quietly. "The Covenant wiped out Utgard easily. If they found Midgard too, then it's probably been razed."

Switch grunted in reply. Smithe sighed, and likewise drew out his weapon.

"Right, everyone's ready then?" Micheal asked again, and this time he received definite nods. The Spartan decided to risk using the COM channel again.

"Brown-two, Brown-three, begin diversionary attack." He ordered Fin and James, and surely enough, a moment later, an explosion hit the area by the two Elite sentries, sending them sprawling. A wave of Covenant soldiers poured out, in pursuit of the fleeing Spartans.

"Entrance is clear." Micheal said to the troops standing next to him. "Let's move out."
They scurried down the hill, and reached the entrance of the ruin. Sure enough, all the Covenant at the mouth of the place had gone off chasing Fin and James. Micheal could see them running off in the distance. Switch whistled in awe at the smooth architecture around them.

"This is amazing!" Switch cried, running a gloved hand down the wall. A blue light surged down the structure as he did so, and Switch yanked his hand back worriedly.

"Calm down Switch, you'll make a mess." Rook joked, but he was looking around astounded too. Smithe's jaw was agape as he beheld the wonders before him.

"I didn't think the Covenant would have had time to build something like this." Micheal remarked, tightening his grip around the rifle he held. Mendez had taught him that the times where everything seemed calmest were often the most dangerous.

"No...no I don't think this is Covenant." Switch breathed.

"Well if they didn't build it, who did?" Rook asked confusedly.

"I don't know. Perhaps humans weren't the first ones to colonise Harvest."

"Or maybe it was the Covenant who built it, then they left for a while and came back only to find us here. Maybe that's why they attacked us, you know, en roaching on their turf."

"Perhaps." Switch said sceptically. "But I don't think so. Anyway, we better get moving, it won't be long before those Covenant soldiers give up their chase." Everyone nodded in affirmation.

They continued down the passage; which eventually narrowed down so that they had to move in single file. Micheal had particular trouble squeezing in with his MJOLNIR suit, so much so that he had to turn to the side to fit.

Rook, who had taken point, suddenly held up a hand; a signal for them to stop.

"I've got five Grunts, up high a 10 o Clock." He whispered, drawing out his silenced M7 Sub-Machine gun. He activated the laser pointer, and a red beam appeared upon the foremost Grunt. One of the other Grunt's noticed, and squealed a high pitched bark. A second later, Rook pulled the trigger of the weapon five times, and the Grunts fell one by one with a whisper.

The rag tag squad moved, taking cover behind a Covenant supply crate. Micheal poked his above, and saw an Elite, garbed in black armour, come across the dead Grunts up on the ledge. It bent down and saw the bullet wounds, confirming or it that humans were amongst him. He drew a burning Energy sword and roared a challenge, which Micheal was ready to answer.

The Spartan leaped up onto the ledge and grabbed the Elite from behind. The Elite screamed in surprise, and attempted to bring it's sword arm around to engage it's foe. Before it could though, Micheal kicked it in the stomach, breaking through it's energy shields and sending it sprawling to the floor in pain.

Micheal raised a boot, and prepared to bring it down upon the downed Elite's neck. Before he could though, the Elite rolled to the side, and lunged for Micheal. The blade pierced through the Spartan's tough armour, and sunk deep into his side.

Micheal gasped in pain, and could smell flesh burning. The world swam before his eyes, and he could vaguely hear the Elite laughing. The Covenant warrior drew his blade out of Micheal's side, prompting another gasp of agony, and prepared to stab down again. Just before it did though, a blue object sailed towards the Elite, and latched onto it. The Elite's eyes widened when he saw the Plasma grenade stuck to it's chest, and tried in vain to rip it off.

The grenade exploded in a violent cloud of plasma, sending Micheal sprawling off the ledge. He clasped his side, and looked with dismay when his hand came away drenched in warm, sticky blood.

"You okay Spartan? Lucky I had that grenade eh?" Rook asked, coming to his side. "Holy crap, that's a lot of blood. Switch! We got any bio-foam?"

"No, we lost it all when the Covenant attacked. Why? Is he badly hur?-oh God."

Micheal dismissed their shock ; he'd been in worse pain before. With a grunt, he stood up.

"I'm fine. Just a scratch. Come on, let's keep moving." He said, picking up his Assault Rifle from the floor.

Micheal noticed Rook and Switch look at each other in disbelief, and Smithe wore a similar expression too. Then the two ODSTs nodded, and followed after him.

[Edited on 07.21.2009 9:40 AM PDT]

  • 07.21.2009 9:40 AM PDT

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

Hey, Connor. Good to have you back :D

Micheal dismissed their shock ; he'd been in worse pain before. With a grunt, he stood up.

I didn't realise there was a full stop after before. That made me think Michael got beat up by a Grunt XD

Great chapter there, short but sweet.

  • 07.21.2009 10:07 AM PDT

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Micheal dismissed their shock ; he'd been in worse pain before. With a grunt, he stood up.

I didn't realise there was a full stop after before. That made me think Michael got beat up by a Grunt XD


Haha, that made my day.

  • 07.21.2009 10:13 AM PDT

wow its been well forever but great part man

  • 07.21.2009 10:20 PM PDT

And without further ado, here is Part 32! Finally breaking the rut. I'm loving writing this again.

Part 32 - Rescued


The Covenant struck in the night.

It had been two weeks since I'd arrived at the URF camp, and in that time I'd learnt to be a good leader, thanks to the teachings of Blade. Since the original incident with the recruit Blade shot, which Commander Mains deemed as "a shame", none of the other recruits had hassled me.

The day had been hard, and everyone was tired out. Blade and I were about to retire to our quarters when we saw it.

Five Covenant drop ships soared over the hill, and rained plasma down on the base, catching many recruits by surprise. The atmosphere instantly changed, as everyone began to run around cursing and trying to find cover, forgetting their training. We took cover within a nearby building, and I leaned against the wall.

"These guys just don't give up do they?" I shouted over the roar of the streaming plasma, and Blade grimaced. I looked down at my side, and realised I had no weapon. Nor did Blade.

"We need to make a break for the armory!" Blade shouted, and I nodded. Without weapons we were vulnerable.

After the count of three, we broke out of cover and ran north. Screams of dying men echoed around us, but we blanked them out. A frightened recruit spotted us and ran over, his head covered by his arms. As if that would stop a superheated bolt of energy.

"Sirs!" He screamed. "What do we do? Why are they attacking? What did we ever do to them?"

Blade grabbed him by the shoulders, and looked the recruit in the eye.

"They're attacking because they can. And I'll you what we do. We fight! And god damn it soldier, we will win!"

To my surprise the recruit shook his head violently at Blade's words, and shoved away from his grip.

"No...no!" The recruit cried, stumbling backwards. "We can't fight that. You nutters can stay if you want, I'm making a run for it!"

"No! Wait!" Blade shouted, lunging out for the recruit's arm. But it was too late. The recruit was already running down the camp, sprinting as fast as he could. He was suddenly stopped as he hit a wall of air, and fell to the ground.

The invisible Elite disengaged it's camouflage technology and brought down it's burning blade upon the shocked man's neck. The screams ended.

Before the Elite could spot us, we moved out of the area, and carried on towards the armory. As we ran, a different recruit latched onto my leg. His lower torso was missing, and he was screaming and coughing up blood. There was no way he was going to make it. With a look of both pity and disgust, I pushed the man off. No sense in us both dying.

Blade and I finally reached the armory, and slammed the heavy steel door behind us. I leaned against the metal wall, and breathed deeply.

A voice then sounded from deep within the shadows of the armory.

"Who's there?" The voice spoke hoarsely.

"That depends on who's asking." Blade replied, grabbing an Assault Rifle from a nearby rack and aiming it at the voice.

The figure emerged from the shadows, and I let out a sigh of relief. It was Commander Mains.

"I sure am glad to see you two." Mains spoke. "What's going on out there?"

"It's a massacre...sir." I replied solemnly. "We don't have anything that can stop them."

"Is there any chance of getting reinforcements in Mains?" Blade demanded, asserting control. Mains shook his head wearily.

"The nearest URF base is --", his words were drowned about by a large explosion outside of the armory. "-- is on the other side of Harvest's equator. There is another option, but..."

Blade was on him in a second.

"But what?" Blade asked. "Dammit Mains, don't hold anything back!"

The URF Commander looked surprised by Blade's air of authority.

"Well, there's a UNSC base some thirty miles back south. But they wouldn't help us we're rebels."

A gleam of hope crossed into Blade's eye.

"Can you set up a radio connection with them?" Blade asked, and after a few moments Mains nodded.

"Probably...but I'd need time. And the radio transmitter's in my office, one the other side of the compound. We'd have to go through a legion of Covenant. And even if we do set up a link, they UNSC will just laugh in our faces."

Blade smiled; that mad smile he always wore when about to embark on something ridiculously dangerous.

"No they won't, I can guarantee it. You just set up a link, and I'll have reinforcements here in minutes." he said, grabbing equipment from the rack next to him.

"What about those Covenant?" I asked.

"We're in an armory son, take your pick of weapons. We're gonna battle our way to that office. You ready for combat Mains?"

"I guess so." Mains replied uncertainly.

"Guess so?" Blade scoffed. "That's no way for a Helljumper to talk, even a retired one. You'll need all the confidence you can muster if you want to get out of this mess alive."

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"I swear to god, that plasma bolt missed my head by inches!" I swore as we barged through the doors of Commander Mains' office.

"Stop moaning lad, and be vigilant. We're not safe yet. Not by a long way. Mains, get that radio set up stat!"

"Yes sir!" Mains unconsciously said back. He stopped, and looked confused. "Why did I just say sir?"

"Trust me, you'll get used to it." I replied. "Now go on, get the radio link up quick."

Mains nodded, and hurried over to the old looking equipment at his desk. He began to turn dials, and his face was set into a look of concentration.

Blade and I waited for the inevitable wave of Covenant, but none came. Odd, perhaps they were waiting for us to come out. After all, the building had only one exit.

A few moments later though, and a crow of triumph came from Mains.

"Yes! Connection established Andrew!" He cried, referring to Blade. Blade ran over and shoved Mains out of the way rather rudely.

"Hello? You are contacting an unauthorised frequency, who is this?" A voice echoed from the radio.

"This is Staff Sergeant Blade of the ODST 106th division. Who am I speaking to?" Blade replied, and my stomach curled. Blade had just announced in front of Mains that he was actually UNSC.

"Wait, what?" Mains began to question, but he was drowned out by the reply of the UNSC person on the radio frequency.

"And why should I believe that? My private here has just told me that your signal is coming from a known URF base. And I'm Corporal Firez, and I don't think you're being entirely honest."

Blade swore, and I noticed his face get red.

"God damn it man, I don't have time for this. The Covenant are literally right outside, and we need reinforcements now!" He shouted down the radio. I felt kind of sorry for the man on the other end.

"Well I'm going to need your UNSC serial number." Corporal Firez muttered through the radio, sounding a lot less arrogant.

Blade sighed, and spouted out a ridiculously long code. I realised I should know my serial number, but I didn't.

At the least, the code had an effect.

"The code matches...and so do your vocal cords. I'm sorry Staff Sergeant, please forgive my confusion." Firez apologised anxiously. "Shortswords are en route to your position sir. We'll flush out those Covenant for you."

"Yeah, well good. Thank you Corporal." The link terminated.

There was an awkward silence in the room for a few seconds, until Mains broke it.

"So...you're still UNSC." He said to Blade. "And I take it you are too?" He asked of me.

I looked down at the floor, feeling incredibly guilty for betraying his trust.

"I'm sorry Mains, we would have said, but --"

My excuse was suddenly cut out as a deafening roar surged outside, accompanied by explosions and shouts of marines. As one, we all rushed outside. The Covenant were being massacred by the forces attacking. Drop ships fell to barrages of missiles, Elites were dropped by rifles. I let out a sigh of relief, and saw a squad of marines running over to us.

"Sir!" The lead one saluted at Blade. "I'm Lance Corporal Garns! Let's get you out of this war zone, you must need some rest."

Blade nodded and we followed the Lance Corporal to a Pelican drop ship some hundred meters away. Mains hesitated for a moment, as if unsure what to do; then he followed too.

We boarded, and for the first time in weeks, I truly felt safe. A medic was examining Blade, and I assumed he'd come over to me in due time soon. He did.

"Who's your friend?" Garns asked, looking at Mains suspiciously.

"Mains. I'm comma-- That is to say...sir -- I'm no one." Mains quickly answered, stumbling a bit.

"He's a friend." I said definitely, and Mains gave me an empty, but grateful smile.
"Yeah, well, he can join us if he wants. The UNSC needs all the help it can get." Garns offered.

"So where are we headed?" Blade asked, interrupting. "To that base you came from?"

Lance Corporal Garns shook his head.

"Have you not heard? Oh, of course you wouldn't have. Vice Admiral Cole has just arrived in system, with the largest fleet ever assembled! He's gonna kick these Covenant scum right out of Harvest! We're to rendezvous with his flagship."

"Cole?" Blade suddenly asked, looking up. "Did you just say Cole?" Garns nodded. "He told m--I thought he'd retired."

"Well he did sir, but I guess he's back. He asked to see you personally as soon as he heard about you. Why is that sir? Do you know him?"

Blade's eyes got a distant look in them.

"You could say that."

I looked down at the ground, and saw the dead Covenant bodies. Had any of the recruits survived? I doubted it. The marines below were cheering now, and moving back into their Shortswords.

The Pelican's hatch closed, and we broke out of Harvest's atmosphere.

  • 07.25.2009 9:14 AM PDT
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dammit boy that's some good writing you have there

why do you torture us so much
why???

  • 07.25.2009 7:29 PM PDT

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

Very nice, looking forwards to reading something about a certain someone ;)

  • 07.26.2009 7:08 AM PDT

wowthat was awesomee

  • 07.26.2009 7:36 AM PDT

i tried making a fan fic myself, lets say if they were in a boxing match, one jab from your story and mine would be in small bloody pieces

  • 07.30.2009 4:38 PM PDT

saving the world, one post at a time

  • 07.31.2009 4:29 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Memoirs of an ODST (Part 32 now available)

Filled in so next part doesn't get cut into two sections.

[Edited on 07.31.2009 7:12 AM PDT]

  • 07.31.2009 7:10 AM PDT