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Posted by: T rad 580
this is great! you have much more imagination in writing the i do i just draw i couldn't write a story if my life depended on it lol =)


Lol, i couldn't draw if my life depended on it, God is an even distributer haha

  • 11.12.2008 3:09 PM PDT

just put spaces in it
like
this

now for his name...
Scruff (he just joined)
something like that

[Edited on 11.12.2008 3:12 PM PST]

  • 11.12.2008 3:10 PM PDT

sigh, but then i'll have to go through the whole piece, and i can't
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  • 11.12.2008 3:12 PM PDT

Were it so easy.

Good story, I don't think you have stressed the desperation of the UNSC forces available on the cruiser. Show other people around him being recruited and given thier marine greens instead of a rifle. Shows the difference in prioritys between an ODST and marines.

He is being pressed into action because the troops are depleted, and sometimes a body with a gun is better than nothing people. Also the recruiter probably figures if he is crazy enough to volunteer then he already fits right in.

[Edited on 11.12.2008 3:23 PM PST]

  • 11.12.2008 3:22 PM PDT
Subject: halo 3:recon- the prologue....written in first person!!

OK, here is part 5 of this story, hope you enjoy it, as always, feel free to give feedback.

PART 5- Breaking in....

We sprinted through the burning corridors, ignoring the violent seismic blasts that frequently hit the ship. There was a small elevator leading down to the docking bay, but none of us dared take it, in case the ships power shut down as a result of the cascading plasma smashing into the vassal.

Instead, we climbed down the steep stairs, trying to be as fast as humanely possible without tripping. As we approached the ensemble of ships, an official stopped us.

“No admission into the docking bay without the written permission of the Captain, do you have the necessary papers?”

Switch tried the diplomatic approach.

“Look, how could you be talking about clearance papers at a time like this? We need to-”

Switch got cut off as Blade marched over to the official and rapped him over the head with the hilt of his gun. The man collapsed instantly.

“No time for standing around, let's get on board the longsword.”

Blade stepped over the unconscious official, not even glancing down.

I wondered how many times Blade had 'ignored' regulations before.

As we walked into the docking bay, other marines stared at us, wondering what ODST marines were doing in their little bay. It made me a little bit uneasy, and I averted my gaze towards the floor.
“Hurry up kid!” Blade shouted gruffly, and I realised that while I had been staring at the floor, the rest of my group had hurried ahead. As I neared the Black stealth ship, Blade seemed to be thinking about something. I have to admit I was mildly surprised.

“It's getting annoying calling you kid, so I'm going to have to give you a codename.”

My face showed barely concealed glee, as I thought on what my name could be. Hunter? Wolf?

Finally Blade spoke.

“From now on, you shall be known as Farm-Boy”

My heart sank, Farm-Boy? what kind of a name was that. I suppose Harvest was primarily a farming planet, but still....Farm Boy?

“Now Farm-Boy, I don't know exactly what the Captain was thinking, letting you come with us, I mean, you've only been with us for a few hours, but still...I'm not going to disobey orders. Just follow us, keep quiet, and stick to the shadows, you'll be al right.”

I nodded, still despairing in my mind over the name farm boy. Just as another explosion vibrated the ship, we boarded the longsword and shut the pressurised door.

“Who's going to fly this thing?” I asked Switch, terrified he would say Blade.

“None of us”, Switch replied “The A.I can pilot the ship much more efficiently than any of us” he said in an envious tone.

As if on cue, a smaller representation of the blue translucent figure he has seen on the bridge appeared inside a small circle before them.

“Greetings ODST Staff Sergeant, would you like me to pilot the ship to your destination?” She spoke in a computerized voice, strangely airy and emotionless at the same time.

“If you would Olivia, also, engage the stealth system.” He spoke in a polite tone that I previously wouldn't have associated with him.

I felt a slight tingle as the craft dislodged itself from the docking bay, and a faint noise as the stealth systems powered up. The stealth systems didn't make the ship invisible, no one had worked out how to accomplish that yet, instead, it deployed mirrors that refracted the light around the vassal, rendering it effectively invisible.

As for enemy radars, it radiated a faint EMP barrier wasn't powerful to shut down the ship, but enough to stop all electronic probes heading in their direction. We then powered up the engines, and flew off towards the strange purple cruiser in the distance.

All around us, UNSC Short-Swords were managing to fight of most of the much smaller alien vessels, only to be shot down by the huge cruisers side turrets.

I was glad we were practically invisible. We approached the enemy ship, and slowly, Olivia brought us in to the alien docking bay. As we entered, I wondered not for the first time what I had gotten myself into............


[Edited on 01.26.2009 12:24 AM PST]

  • 11.12.2008 4:20 PM PDT
Subject: [Novel] Memoirs of an ODST (COMPLETE)

"I volunteered for it . Volunteered to drop in a titanium box, volunteered for the most risky job in the UNSC. I volunteered to become an ODST marine, or a "Helljumper", as they were known throughout the corps. It wasn't out of patriotic pride, or anything like that. It was for revenge."

This is the first book in the Memoirs trilogy, and is primarily set during the conflict of Harvest.

COMPLETED -- If you have the time, please read.

Memoirs of an ODST - PDF

Partake upon an epic adventure through the eyes of one who's seen it all.

Memoirs of an ODST Book I, first in an epic trilogy by Wolverfrog.

Please don't be put off by the first few parts, I was young and inexperienced, but after a few it really warms up. So, enjoy the story, you should be able to find at least a part on each page of this topic, And of course, there's a lovely little chapter list below. Whatever you choose to do, please leave valuable feedback, as I take everyone's thoughts into consideration. Enjoy! ~Wolverfrog


Chapter List


Part One - Contact + Chapter list

Part Two - Enrolement

Part Three - Suit up

Part Four - A Plan

Part Five - Breaking In

Part Six - Sabotage

Part Seven - Tick Tock

Part Eight - Refuge

Part Nine - Let's get started

Part Ten - Time to Drop...

Part Eleven - Hope you revised

Part Twelve - Detonation

Part Thirteen - It ain't over, 'til it's over

Part Fourteen - Feet first into hell

Part Fifteen - The road to Utgard

Part Sixteen - Interrogated

Part Seventeen - The Captial City

Part Eighteen - Investigation

Part Nineteen - Recon

Part Twenty - Gone Fishin'

Part Twenty one - Sacrifice

Part Twenty Two - Rescue

Part Twenty Three - Meet the Spartans

Part Twenty Four - Ragnarok

Part Twenty Five - An unpleasant history

Part Twenty Six - Ambush

Part Twenty Seven - Behind enemy lines

Part Twenty Eight - Welcome to the URF

Part Twenty Nine - Promotion, URF style

Part Thirty - Insubordination

Part Thirty One - Breaking an entry

Part Thirty Two - Rescued

Part Thirty Three - FNG

Part Thirty Four - The Cole Protocol

Part Thirty Five - Into the Fiery Depths...

Part Thirty Six - Hell's passage

Part Thirty Seven - Ras Mai'ee

Part Thrity Eight - I know what the troopers like...

Part Thirty Nine - Where heroes fall

Epilogue



More to come soon!

Fan art

Farm Boy, by Insanityxii

Part 1 - Contact

I volunteered for it . Volunteered to drop in a titanium box, volunteered for the most risky job in the UNSC. I volunteered to become an ODST marine, or a "Helljumper", as they were known throughout the corps. It wasn't out of patriotic pride, or anything like that. It was for revenge.

Twenty years ago, I was fifteen years old, lounging about lazily in the plentiful fields of the paradise colony world Harvest; I had a good home, and Harvest was pretty much safe from rebels, pirates, and the other troubles that plague less fortunate colonies. Life was good, just me, and my Mom and Dad. Then they came.

The day started like any other, me and a few of the other lads going to watch those Marines in training. We were fascinated by them, how they followed orders to the bone, how they acted swiftly and surely. Later in the day however, an unknown object entered the atmosphere.

It wasn't like any of our cruisers; it was purple, and made of a shiny metallic element which was definitely not used in any of our standard ships, on closer inspection, it seemed like the ship was curvaceous, although why it was built this way was a mystery, surely it would just slow it down with its un-streamlined shape. Needless to say, the UNSC ships rose up armed to meet it.

There were whisperings amongst the local colonists, finally, other sentient life had been discovered. I didn't find out what happened up there until much later, hours went past without it moving an inch, and apprehension slowly crept into the onlooking crowd. Suddenly, the enemy cruiser fired on one of our ships, plasma streaming out of its dual cannons ,that was when the screaming started.

Time went as a blur after that, chaos predominated over every other sense as one by one, our ships were shot down by the shear power of the enemy cruiser, as easily as scissors cut through paper. My parent's house was miles away,yet still, I should have ran back, should have warned them; maybe then I wouldn't even be recounting this tale.

However, I was in disarray, people were yelling everywhere, screaming how they were all going to die, next thing, the also petrified marines were shouting at civilians to board the ship, to evacuate. I tried to run back to the house, to tell my parents, but a marine in black armour which had the initials ODST printed on the right shoulder pad grabbed me and threw me on-board ,probably saved my life.

As we left the atmosphere, I saw before my very eyes blue explosions smash into the once great planet harvest, the UNSC's pride and joy, and my home, and bury it under a glassy field.

My parents hadn't made it; they were still down there, dead or dying. As we fled out of the planets atmosphere, and jumped into slip space, I made a vow that day to wreak a terrible vengeance on the monsters that had committed this heinous act.

All these years later, standing 10km above the desolate New Mombassa, I'm starting to regret it.


[Edited on 10.16.2010 5:39 PM PDT]

  • 11.02.2008 4:43 PM PDT
Subject: halo 3:recon- the prologue....written in first person!!

good once again...glad u liked my name suggestion. once again, paragraphs would be nice, but its definitely readable. on the whole good job.

  • 11.12.2008 6:31 PM PDT

yes, i did like it, shame it's been moved here, but, ah well

  • 11.13.2008 1:58 PM PDT

Nice part!

  • 11.16.2008 5:12 PM PDT
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Can you add a love scene with Miranda Keyes? Make sure to talk about her boobies and such.


Here you go:

The ODST dude looked the Commander up and down, staring at her chest. "PRIVATE WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE LOOKING AT?" she yelled. She was glaring at him, angrily. He yelped and ran away, like a kicked dog.

Seriously, you're pathetic.

On Topic: Excellent story, I really like it, I wrote a story about an ODST myself but really didn't get into the backstory, it just started with a paragraph of training and then got into action. I liked yours, was very well written, very interesting. I look forward to reading more =]

I'm roughly the same age as you, I'll be 15 in May. Funny how young we are, yet you can already write like a freaking genius. And to the guy who wanted a naked love scene, seriously, you'd get blacklisted.

[Edited on 11.18.2008 12:01 PM PST]

  • 11.18.2008 11:59 AM PDT
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Constructive Critiscism:

You suck. Just kidding:

- Very well written, but a bit unrealistic - he lets him join the ODST fire team without any training whatsoever

- They'd be formal over a Comm., even during that tme people like Keyes can keep their heads.

- I can't really think of anything else other than use smaller paragraphs. Its a problem I have as well.

  • 11.18.2008 12:06 PM PDT

meh, it's a time of war, confusion. they're going to take on everyone they can get. Besides, does it sound as if Blade cares about regulations? (read part 5) Part 6 on the way soon.

Full story also published On http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4655269/1/Halo_3_Recon_The_Prolog ue

  • 11.22.2008 6:36 PM PDT

looking forward to it

  • 11.22.2008 6:41 PM PDT

thanks, it's good to see people still taking an intrest even though it has been moved. part 6 up tommorow (British time)

  • 11.22.2008 7:22 PM PDT
Subject: Halo 3:Recon- the prologue....written in first person!! - part 5 ou...

have wrote part 6, it shall be uploaded tommorow at noon(or 6am for you americans......i think)
trust me, it's a good one.

IT FEATURES SPACES!!!!!!!!!! AND I HAVE EDITED THE REST TO FEATURE SPACES ALSO!!!!!!

so, be on at noon/6am

  • 11.22.2008 8:45 PM PDT

Only problem i have is your codename switch in the story is not being capitalized. Oh and there is a liitle spelling errors in there, other than that great work.

  • 11.23.2008 1:14 AM PDT

Ok, here is part 6, it is the longest part to date, but it features spaces now, so should be much easier to read. As always, please leave feedback.

PART 6- Sabotage

As quietly as possible, we silently brought the Longsword stealth ship down in a corner of the massive docking station. I was about to exit through the main hatch, hand on button, but a sharp shoulder yank from Blade stopped me.

“Are you trying to get us killed Farm boy? If we open that hatch, the stealth systems will disengage. From now on, follow our lead.”

I cursed silently, 1 minute in and I already got us nearly detected.

I followed Blade, Switch, and the others through a secret trapdoor in the floor, and we dropped onto the alien surface. There was what looked like a Comm. Box in the corner, occasionally breaking the eerie silence with incomprehensible words.

“Switch, we've got a locked door to our left, can you do anything about it?” Blade spoke through his helm, which had technology that could even pick up a whisper and transmit it loud as day across the laser created channel.

“I'll try boss” Switch didn't sound too sure as he crept over to the nearby terminal.

Minutes went by, and I started to think we'd be stuck here forever.

“Got it!” Even Switch sounded surprised by his own achievement “They use the same numbers as us, so it was possible to crack.”

Olivia's voice sounded over the channel.

“Uploading information to my database, will now attempt to crack Ships main computer using uploaded Intel.

There was a slight whooshing noise as the Blast doors slid weightlessly across the floor.
“Excellent, now move out” Blade drew out his Silenced Battle rifle, and slowly crept up the hallway, the rest of us followed suit.

As we rounded the corner, Blade quickly held up his hand in a fist, a sign which Switch said meant hold steady. He motioned for us to quickly follow him, and we took cover behind a glowing pillar.
Just as I ducked behind it, we heard footsteps echo in the hallway we had resided in just moments ago.

“Heat vision on” Blade said over the undetectable channel. I did so. Luckily, on the way to the docking bay, Switch managed to 'borrow' a marines helmet, kitted out with comm. Channels, heat vision, and other standard equipment. I was wearing it now.

As I turned it on, I had to stifle a gasp.

Walking across the hallway was a triangular shaped, 5 foot creature with thick legs and arms. We were pretty confident we could kill it, judging by it's size, and were about to shoot it in the head with our silenced guns. We slowly lowered our guns as another figure ambled into the heat visors range.

This creature was huge, almost 8 feet tall, and carried a strange powerful heat source in his hand, shaped like a sword. Through our visors, we saw him sniff, take a look around, then move on.
Everyone, even Blade sighed in relief.

“What the hell was that?” One of the ODST's whom I didn't know the name of asked.

“I'm not sure Det, but whatever it was I wouldn't like to meet it face to face.”Blade quickly assimilated the essence of command again.

“Now, unless you've forgotten, we have a job to do, now, follow me, and be careful”.

We followed Blade down the hallway into a smaller room than the docking bay, but still quite large. 3 of the 5 foot creatures we had seen before stood talking on the other side of the room.

“Line 'em up in your sites, and fire” growled Blade between his scope.

One second later, and 3 inaudible whispers exited the barrels of the modified rifles. On the other side of the room, the creatures collapsed, a small hole embedded in the side of their heads.

Blade motioned for us to follow once more, and we went across the other side of the room to the dead aliens bodies.

Bending down, I picked up one of their weapons. It was small and curvaceous, built for alien hands, and had a dormant green bulb on where a barrel should be.

“Better give that to me, ONI will want to take a look at it once we get to Reach” Blade held out his hand, and I passed him the pistol.

Olivia's voice sounded across the Comm. Channel.

“I've managed to crack some of the basic aspects of the ship, such as schematics and blueprints, but still have a long wait to go before I'm close to finding out more about these enemies. I'll upload the layout of the ship to your HUD, plus a ideal spot to put the bomb.”

A split second later, a map appeared in the left of my visor, with one room glowing red. This was supposedly where we put the bomb.

“Thanks Olivia, keep trying on those codes” replied Blade.

“Over and out”

“Well,” Blade said, “What are we waiting for? Lets get to that room.”

The detonation spot was approximately 150m away, which meant stealth was needed.

We traversed through the next room without any resistance, and in the next, but one of those small aliens resided, which were took out with ease. As we entered the glowing room however, we spotted one of the taller, more ferocious looking creatures, and quickly ducked for cover.

“Right, they can't be invincible, if we all fire at once at it's head, it's bound to go down” Blade surmised.

“OK, on the count of three then. 1......2......3, NOW!”

We dashed out of cover, simultaneously firing at the tall aliens head. It grunted in surprise, yet the bullets seemed to bounce of it. Dismayed, we carried on firing, suddenly, the mysterious resistance vanished, and the Alien toppled to the floor, dead.

“What happened then?” Blade asked Switch

“It looks like some sort of shielding mechanism was in place around it, sort of like the basic ones we have around bases; but to create such a field around a single body, scientifically speaking, it should be impossible” Switch replied.

Blade strode towards the centre of the room.

“Yeah, well, we'll report this to ONI when we get back, but first, lets detonate that nuke. Det, get over here.”

The ODST named Det strode forward

“How long do we need to get of the ship sir?” He asked

Blade mulled this over.

“About 10 minutes”

“Ten minutes it is then”

Det gingerly took the bag from Blade, and removed the nuke from the bag.

“Don't know why I treat this so delicately, without the activation codes, this thing ps as harmless as a rubber duck; I'm just use to standard bombs, that's all.”

Blade gave Det a stare.

“Just shut up and arm it Det”

Det did so.

“OK, we have exactly 10 minutes to evacuate this ship, we should be able to make it.”

As if on cue, as he said this, seven Aliens rounded the corner.

“Oh crap” swore Blade...........


[Edited on 01.26.2009 12:27 AM PST]

  • 11.23.2008 4:56 AM PDT

I don't really remember a big 5 legged creature in Halo, but your the writer. Great part!

  • 11.23.2008 3:01 PM PDT

Posted by: LooneyCass1
I don't really remember a big 5 legged creature in Halo, but your the writer. Great part!


I really hope that was a joke...if not......(Groans)

i meant as in height, in case you weren't joking.

oh well, joke or no joke, thanks for the feedback!

[Edited on 11.23.2008 3:50 PM PST]

  • 11.23.2008 3:50 PM PDT

DIUTYAUSDPOI

340083 Coagulated Derelict

"Zombies.Gentlemen at times like these our capacity to retaliate must be and has to be massive,to deter all forms of aggression."-JFK

Oh noes.

  • 11.24.2008 1:10 PM PDT

oh noes?

  • 11.24.2008 11:12 PM PDT
Subject: halo 3:recon- the prologue....written in first person!!
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That wasn't half bad.

You might want to check the last bit of part 1 about the kid going to the ODST booth, as I believe I read that they are hand picked from elite combat squads to undergo more training.

But aside from that and the occasional grammatical error I see nothing wrong with it.

[Edited on 11.25.2008 9:13 AM PST]

  • 11.25.2008 9:13 AM PDT
Subject: Halo 3:Recon- the prologue....written in first person!! - part 6 ou...

I.SEE.YOU.RECLAIMER.

That was really godd. However, there is a problem with it, the ODST's dont volunteer. They are marines who have fought well in there battles, and in general, and where chosen to be the elite, the best.

Besides that, I had no problem.

[Edited on 11.25.2008 9:31 AM PST]

  • 11.25.2008 9:28 AM PDT
Subject: halo 3:recon- the prologue....written in first person!!

Posted by: Follin
That wasn't half bad.

You might want to check the last bit of part 1 about the kid going to the ODST booth, as I believe I read that they are hand picked from elite combat squads to undergo more training.

But aside from that and the occasional grammatical error I see nothing wrong with it.


I know, curse the weekly update for that information.....

there is bound to be some information that doesn't correlate with the story, but it's a story, my first, not an offical game. besides, it's a time of war and confusion, they've just been attacked by an unknown alien cruiser, so its not a time to be picky.

besides, i'm sure i read somewhere (possibly fall of reach/first strike) that ODST's only accept volunteers due to thier "feet first into hell" policy

thanks for the feedback!

[Edited on 11.25.2008 9:31 AM PST]

  • 11.25.2008 9:30 AM PDT

Part 7 will be coming soon, i will write it tonight and have it up tommorow.

  • 11.25.2008 9:35 AM PDT