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Subject: Halo 3:ODST- the prologue....written in first person!! - part 7 out...

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

TEH NOES.

  • 12.08.2008 7:15 PM PDT

Posted by: Mikey Starr 340
TEH NOES.


Er....thanks..........i guess

  • 12.14.2008 11:33 PM PDT
Subject: Halo 3:ODST- The Prologue-Written in first person!! - Part 8 out no...

Yes! Story is on the top forum topics!

  • 12.16.2008 11:46 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

whens the next part goint to be?

  • 12.17.2008 1:35 AM PDT

Em....not sure, i'm busy with christmas and all that, so it's likely not until after the 25th. Sorry.

  • 12.17.2008 3:43 PM PDT

OK, now the holiday's are over, i can get to work on part....(lets see)....9, so expect it within the week.

  • 12.31.2008 6:39 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.

This is a great story, although i do prefer MaxRealFlugel's story over this one.
But who am I to criticize, I couldn't write something this good in a million years!

  • 01.01.2009 3:08 AM 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.

what? banned? wtf did you do to get that?

  • 01.03.2009 11:54 AM PDT

uh....wheres the story?

  • 01.04.2009 4:08 PM PDT

its back up...sweet!

  • 01.15.2009 2:52 PM PDT

Oh yeah, it's back, and while it was down, 2 parts were written! (which were broadcasted earlier in a private group). So, heres part 9, and, i think i shall wait for some feedback before releasing part 10.
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Damn! Just noticed this isn't on hot topic list anymore..........lets try to remedy that

PART 9- Let's get started

The room was filled with a hushed silence, as everyone contemplated what they had just been told.
The Covenant's very name implied that it wasn't a singular species, it was a faction formed by many. That would explain the variety of species we saw above the enemy cruiser, and how they varied in size and colour.

Needless to say, the cluster of marines were whispering amongst themselves in worried tones. A whole group of aliens bent on the destruction of the human race. How could they possibly survive?

Later on, night fell, or as close to night you can get to on Reach with it's 4 moons lighting up the otherwise dark plain. Me, Blade, Switch, and Rookie (Or Rook as I found out most people called him when in a hurry) retired to the ODST wing of the compound, where I found out I had my very own room.

“You should get some rest Farm-Boy, you like like you need it”.

Blade was right, and I realised I hadn't slept for some close to 3 days. I bid the rest of my small squad goodnight, and retired to the hard, thin single military issued bed that occupied the centre of the room I had been assigned.
I didn't sleep well that night. Tortured images of my parents screaming for help occupied my dreams, and I could envision those tall, impassive knight like Covenant soldiers with their glowing swords massacring the people I had known my entire life, disembowelling them as you would to a chicken ready for the oven.

I woke with a start, sweat drenched my pale face, causing my blue-black hair to stick to my forehead as if it had been glued there. For minutes I lay there, assuring myself everything was fine, and eventually drifted back off into a dreamless sleep.

The dawn chorus sung by the native birds awakened me from my sleep, and I prised the rough duvet covers of of me, and began to get ready. Not too long after, I heard a violent knock on the cheap wooden door which guarded my room.

“Get out here now Farm-Boy! Just because we've arrived on Reach, doesn't mean you can start acting like a civilian! I want you to do a 5 mile jog with Switch and Rook before breakfast, now go!”

Two hours later, Switch, Rook and I arrived in the large cafeteria, gasping for breath. Luckily for us, breakfast was still being served. Unfortunately, breakfast consisted of watered down porridge, commonly known as gruel.

After eating, Blade ordered us to follow him, and we emerged into a room which was obviously designed for combat training.

“First things first Farm boy, you're going to need a standard ODST body suit, I'm not having you disgrace the name of our corps with some shaggy sub quality marine armour. Rook, get on it”.

Not wasting time on words, the young ODST left, leaving Switch, Blade and I to wait impatiently for his return.

Shockingly, I suddenly realised I hadn't got to know him very well at all, and made a promise to get to know him soon. He didn't seem unfriendly, or, at the very least, he got on well enough with Switch, judging by the friendly manner in which they spoke together.

After a long 5 minutes, Rook returned carrying a bundle of jet black armour in his arms, with the uninhabited helmet resting on top of the said bundle. It stared at me, as if it were boring into my very soul with it's blank gaze.

For the first time, I noticed that every suit of body armour had a coloured strip upon the arm of it;Switch's, Rook's, and mine was red, whilst Blade had a contrasting strip of pure white putting voice to the fact that he was the squad leader.

“Are you gonna stare at that thing all day, or are you going to put it on?” Blade snapped, his patience wearing thin.

I took the armour, noting how, despite the fact that it was a bright and glorious day outside, the dark, hallowed suit reflected none of the beams directed upon it.

“Here, let me help you get it on” Switch said, giving me some much needed assistance in making the helmet secure, tightening the loose sections, and in general saving me hours of fumbling around.

Finally, it was on, and I knew that, with this armour, I had erased all ties to my old life.
No longer was I the simple civilian who used to help his parents collect in the crop during autumn, or go off with his friends in the summer, and attend school like any normal kid, I was an Orbital Drop Shock Trooper, charged with the task of defending humanity in the name of the UNSC, one of the elite.

“Finally.....” Blades voice brought me out of my day dream back into reality.

“Sorry” I muttered in a low voice, abashed. The words came out of my helmet muffled, making my voice sound as if it were echoing.

“Thank God we weren't outside, we'd have been smothered by the growing grass by now; anyway, let's get back to business.”

He pushed a button, and on the other side of the room, a group of holographic enemies appeared.
Blade passed me one of the modified BR55s.

“Now, how good are you at shooting? You seemed decent enough on-board the cruiser, albeit a little hesitant.”

Nervously, I raised my gun, and turned on the laser pointer. A faint red dot appeared on one of the holographic targets. Shutting my eyes, I pulled the trigger, and felt my hand get jerked up by the force of the spray of bullets leaving the now smoking barrel.

Opening my eyes, I saw that the bullets had completely managed to miss their target.

“Great, now we have to pay for a new comm. Box”, Switch sighed in exasperation.

Blade also sighed, and I grimaced behind my mirrored blue visor.

It was going to be a long day.........


[Edited on 01.26.2009 12:31 AM PST]

  • 01.15.2009 10:05 PM PDT

I do have a question though didnt earth know of the covenant before reach...like why are you making it seem like they know nothing
despite that as i said the frist time i read this


un freaking believable

  • 01.16.2009 8:23 AM PDT

Posted by: The Stig 521
I do have a question though didnt earth know of the covenant before reach...like why are you making it seem like they know nothing
despite that as i said the frist time i read this


un freaking believable


This isn't the fall of reach. This is about 18 years earlier, when reach was still around. Don't worry, this story loosely follows the halo canon.

  • 01.16.2009 10:15 AM PDT
Subject: Halo 3:ODST- The Prologue-Written in first person!! - Part 9 out no...

this is sick

  • 01.16.2009 10:18 AM PDT

Posted by: deltaspartan1
this is sick


Em......is that good? (I'm British and we don't use the term "sick" as a complement there)

Oh, and to everyone else, I'm thinking of changing the name of this thread to a better one, because Halo 3:ODST -the prologue is a bit of a mouthful, and also, if it's a prologue, it would be hard to write a book II........*Whistles inconspicuously*

[Edited on 01.16.2009 11:38 AM PST]

  • 01.16.2009 11:12 AM PDT

Posted by: Wolverfrog
Posted by: deltaspartan1
this is sick


Em......is that good? (I'm British and we don't use the term "sick" as a complement there)

Oh, and to everyone else, I'm thinking of changing the name of this thread to a better one, because Halo 3:ODST -the prologue is a bit of a mouthful, and also, if it's a prologue, it would be hard to write a book II........*Whistles inconspicuously*


Yeah sick is good

  • 01.16.2009 2:13 PM PDT

Ok, so as you have probably noticed, I have changed the title. There are many reasons for this, and if you want to know specifics, private message me.
So, anyway, here is Part 10, and I hope you enjoy it; as always, please leave feedback, and, um, tell your friends! *Laughs* Also, from now on, before a part, If I write anything it shall be in a quote box such as this one, just to outline the actual story. Much thanks for your support, ~Wolverfrog


PART 10- Time to drop...

“I'm not jumping!” I screamed at Blade, practically hysterical now.

“It's easy Farm-Boy, just put one foot off the edge!” Blade shouted back, the wind distorting his rough voice.

We were standing in a plane 5000 feet off the surface of Reach, with me standing at the edge with a parachute on my back, being told to jump off. I wasn't having it.

“Blade, you're bloody mad, I'm not jumping and that's final!”

Usually, I wouldn't be this brave around Blade, but adrenalin was surging through my veins, making me more confident speaking to him.

“Listen lad, if you want to be a proper Orbital Drop Shock Trooper, then you can't be scared of heights! If you are, you may as well go pretend nothing is wrong with the other civilians.”

I still shook my head firmly, unable to risk my life. Horrible thoughts were surging through my head; what if the parachute stuck? What if I hit the ground before it worked?

Blade sighed, and for a hopeful minute, I thought I had won.

“Switch, would you kindly push Farm-boy for me?”

I froze, and stopped screeching incoherently for a second.

“Switch wouldn't do that, would you Switch?” I said to the older marine, slightly worried.

“Sorry lad, but, orders are orders” I had a feeling he was smiling, despite his apparently regretful tone.

Before I could protest, he strode forward, and pushed me out in a split second.

For a moment, irrationally, I thought I was going to die. I was screaming, and all I could think of was the hard ground that was rushing up to greet me.

Then I remembered the parachute. My armoured hand fumbled behind my back, desperately searching for the ringed cord. I panicked for a second when I felt nothing, then reassured myself as my hand closed upon a nylon string with a big loop on the end.

Steeling myself, I closed my eyes and yanked it, praying it wouldn't get stuck.

Bliss came as I saw that blessed parachute unfurl from the black military rucksack on the back of my body suit. I faintly saw the eagle of the UNSC printed upon it's surface, and heard Blade over the comm. Channel.

“You did good Farm-Boy, although you took a while to jump”

“What do you mean jump? You practically commanded Switch to shove me off!”

I heard some laughs, and realised Switch and Rook were also listening in on the conversation.

Annoyed, I terminated the channel, and looked out at the view. Admittedly, it was magnificent, almost worth the jump. Almost.

I landed softly upon the big red bullseye painted to assist with such training missions, my boot's shock absorber technology cushioning my otherwise rough landing.

The short-sword jet that had taken me up descended down to meet me, and Blade got out.

“Right, you did okay that time, now, ready for round two?”

I thought at first he was joking, but when he beckoned for me to follow him, and climbed back onto the jet, I realised he wasn't.

Knowing it was pointless to argue otherwise, I picked myself off the ground, and trudged back to the Short-sword.

“I'll do it, but this time, I don't want Switch pushing me out, okay?”

All 3 of them laughed, and we set back off into the clouds..........


[Edited on 01.26.2009 12:32 AM PST]

  • 01.17.2009 12:06 AM 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.

pretty awesome stuff mate, nice to see you aren't taking things too quickly.

  • 01.18.2009 2:44 AM PDT

Part 11 is completed, but I won't release it just yet. It would be nice if I had a few more replies first.

[Edited on 01.18.2009 7:04 AM PST]

  • 01.18.2009 3:20 AM PDT

Trade secret ;)

A few more replies and I will post part 11. Part 12 will arrive a few days after that.

[Edited on 01.18.2009 8:59 AM PST]

  • 01.18.2009 8:17 AM PDT

Posted by: Wolverfrog
Trade secret ;)

A few more replies and I will post part 11. Part 12 will arrive a few days after that.


here is a reply...pleas give to us part 11

  • 01.18.2009 2:45 PM PDT

I.SEE.YOU.RECLAIMER.

Posted by: Wolverfrog
Part 11 is completed, but I won't release it just yet. It would be nice if I had a few more replies first.


Part 9 and 10 were as good as usual, and I did like the jumping part in part 10. Keep this going man.

P.S. Sorry for not replying for a while

  • 01.18.2009 6:45 PM PDT

Ok, then, here is part 11 for you to read. Thanks for the support, and, I know I say this every time, but please leave feedback. I really value it. And don't worry Tri Force, I will keep this going, right until every part is finished. You may have noticed that lately, the parts have been getting smaller. This is because I have been trying to break it up a little to make it easier to read. Enjoy! ~Wolverfrog
Part 11- Hope you revised.....

A loud bang on my thin door awoke me from my peaceful slumber. At first I was tempted to hide under my covers and go back to sleep, but then, as I heard another bang, one even louder than the first, I realised Blade's patience was wearing away.

Worrying for the well-being of my door, I quickly got up, and released the iron locks that looked as if they had seen better days. Blade's mirrored visor was greeting me on the other side.

“What took you so long? Ah, forget it, just get dressed, full body suit, the works. Then meet us in training zone alpha. You can worry about breakfast later.”

My stomach rumbled in protest, but my mouth stayed closed as Blade left down the dimly lit hallway. Rousing myself with a splash of cold water, I then began to put my suit on.

It had been almost a week since we had arrived at Reach, and by now, I was quite competent at fastening the many airtight joints my armour possessed.

Remembering Blade's words, I gathered up the rest of my equipment. My silenced battle rifle, which I was still no good with, the small semi machine gun, also silenced, of course, with the addition of a laser pointer, and my PDA, which contained within it a map of the entirety of Reach, constantly updated via an orbiting satellite link.

With everything gathered up, I left the small apartment.

Walking past the cafeteria was agony, but I knew that if I didn't listen to Blade, I'd be a lot worse off. Finally, using the electronic map occasionally, I arrived in training zone alpha, where Switch, Rook, and Blade were waiting for me, also in full gear.

I had talked with Rook a few days before hand, and gotten to know him a bit better. We didn't talk for very long, only for about 10 minutes over our brief respite from training through the break.

He didn't like to talk about his past much, and I respected that, and pushed no further. Apparently, he had joined the standard marine unit not long ago, and was quickly singled out by Blade after showing great promise in a standard mission his unit was working with the ODST's on. And so, that was how he had wounded up in our squad.

Blade caught sight of me, and beckoned me over with an impatient hand.

“Well Farm-boy, you've been here for a while now, and I'd like to know just how quickly you have progressed. That's why I've organised a little test, not just for you, but for the whole squad, myself included.” He paused for a brief second, perhaps looking for any uncertainty in our stance. He found none.

“Now today, we won't be shooting holograms, or evading sensor beams. This is the real thing, through this door are some loyal marines who have volunteered to assist us in this exercise. Thus, live ammunition shall not be used. So, if you please....”

He held out an outstretched hand whilst the rest of us were fumbling about with our guns, trying to take out the bullets that resided within them.

“Faster!” Blade suddenly barked, “If this were a real fire fight, you'd be dead by now!”

In less than 5 seconds, he had a small pile of bullets in his hands, which he threw inside a black, worn out ruck sack.

He then proceeded to explain to us the rules of this test. All the marines inside were armed with wooden bullets, as were we. Not enough to permanently harm us, but ones that could still give us a nice shade of purple on our skin if we weren't careful.

If one of us was hit by said bullet, then we were out, and as a punishment would have minimum rations for 3 days.

However, If we managed to get past the marines, and plant the “Bomb” at the end, also known as a square bar of solid steel, then the training exercise would be over, and we would be rewarded with a two day respite from the constant training, an opportunity which we relished.

All the rules now stated, we were told to prepare ourselves. Wasting no time, Blade murmured something through a communicator to someone in control, and the mechanised door effortlessly slid out of the way, revealing a small, dark hallway ahead with no windows.

Without a word, we lifted our near harmless weapons, and proceeded into the darkness.....


[Edited on 01.26.2009 12:33 AM PST]

  • 01.18.2009 10:27 PM 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

this is amazing
keep up the good work!

  • 01.18.2009 11:50 PM PDT