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Subject: Halo 3:ODST- The Prologue-Written in first person!! - Part 9 out no...

I am writing Part 12, but it is getting to be quite long. I'll try to shorten it.

  • 01.19.2009 10:46 PM PDT

Finally, Part 12 is done. It's quite long, but it's a good one. Since it is quite long, it shall be split into two posts. Thanks as always for your support, ~Wolverfrog

Part 12- Detonation

With an almost inaudible whisper, the heavy steel door slid shut, the green lights that indicated it was open changing to a deep, dark red.

Now the hallway was pitch black, and we couldn't see one another. Remembering the technology I had at my disposal, I turned on my night vision filter, as did the rest of my squad.

Everything was green, and it wasn't ideal, but it was better than tripping over our own feet. I wondered how the Marines were going to spot us, seeing as their helmets didn't include a vision filter.

We crept ahead, staying as low as possible. I noticed in the corner of my eye a small dark box swivel, just a tiny bit, and spotted the tell-tale lens on it. We were being watched. Nudging Switch, I moved my hand up as if to yawn, and pointed a single finger at the camera.

Luckily, Switch got my drift, and brought out a small device with a thin antennae on the end. Pointing it at the surveillance camera, his finger pressed down on a small button, and the box's light went dead, the actual camera facing the floor, inactive. I breathed in relief.

“Hey, Blade, these marines have got security cameras to help them, did you organise that?” Switch whispered to him.

“No....they were supposed to rely on their senses to guide them.....damn competitive bastards, there's gonna be some serious reprimanding after this”

Blade told us all to keep an eye out for any more cameras. Wary, we moved on.

Walking further on, we arrived at a cross junction of hallways, 2 in total.

“Damn it, how big is this place?” Rook wondered

“I'm not sure exactly, but I'd say just a bit less than a square mile.” Came Blade's answer.

Switch whistled in awe, and we returned to the matter at hand, which hallway to take?

“I think we'll have a better chance if we split up, that way, if one team gets caught, the other has a chance at succeeding.” Switch pondered wisely

Blade nodded in confirmation, he would go with Switch, and proceed down one hallway, whilst I would pair up with Rook, and go down the other. For some reason, Blade had two 'Bombs' prepared, and I suspected he had planned for us to split up all along.

Me and Rook crept down the tunnel as quietly as possible. Soon we began to hear noises ahead, and we knew that we had found the marines.

“Rook, what should we do?” I asked, since he was the older one.

“We'll just try and sneak past them. If we're lucky they mightn't notice us.”

I nodded my head in agreement, and we attempted to crawl past them. I had to admit, the suits did work well in the shadows. Rook was barely a metre in front of me, yet I still had trouble making him out through the dark. I expected us to get past the marines with ease. I shouldn't have.

“Wait, did you hear something” One of the marines said to his friend.

I wondered how they had heard me, and then realised I had stepped on a squeaky tile.

The other marine looked around the room, checking the see if the first was right.

“It's probably nothing Higson, just your imagination.” The unnamed marine said

“Yeah, but, what if it's those ODST bastards Serge?” Higson asked nervously

“Hmm...you could be right private, best go take a look around.”

We held our breath as they came metres within where we were crouching, frozen to the spot.
Somehow, they didn't notice us, even when we could have reached out and touched them.

“Ah, It was nothing Higson, you just got yourself worked up for no reason” The Sergeant said.

They both turned away, with their backs facing us, and I could hear Higson faintly arguing that he did hear something. I looked at Rook, and he nodded at me. We were both on the same train of thought.

Rook crept behind the Sergeant and grabbed him in a neck-hold, while I grabbed Higson, due to the fact he sounded younger. The marines tried to struggle, and when they realised it was pointless, they gave up.

“OK you little bastard,, you gonna tell me where to plant this here bomb, or are we gonna have some fun?” Rook growled in the sergeant's ear, bringing a knife into the marines field of vision.

I was shocked, I had never seen this side of Rook before. Making sure to keep a tight hold on Higson, who was crying, I edged closer to Rook.

“You can't do that....You'd be court marshalled!”

Rook pressed the side of the cold, carbonated steel knife against the Marines face, and I could see the sweat on his forehead.

[Edited on 01.26.2009 12:34 AM PST]

  • 01.20.2009 11:24 PM PDT

“Do I look as if I give a damn? We're ODST, we have immunity”

I very much doubted that, but the look on the sergeant's face made it clear that he believed it.

“Okay Okay, just please, don't hurt me! There's a map in my front pocket!”

Then, just as Rook was looting the Sergeant for the map, another marine walked down the hallway, I cursed silently.

The marine drew out his gun, which was filled with wooden bullets I reminded myself, and pointed it at us.

“Well, Lookie what we've got here, a couple of ODST's, taken by surprise. I'm gonna enjoy this....”

Everyone was taking it very seriously, considering it was only a training exercise; I suspected there was a vendetta between us and the standard marines that I had yet to know about.

Cursing, Rook slowly drew out his Battle rifle, then threw the Sergeant into the newly arrived marine, and I did like wise with Higson.

Momentarily stunned, the marines dropped their Assault Rifles in shock, and that was when we started firing.

Soon, all three of them were lying on the ground, either unconscious or in agonising pain.

When stepping over them, Rook reached inside the Sergeant's pocket, and took out the map. And there it was, marked with a bright red X, the spot where the “detonation” would be.

“Would you seriously have cut into that marine Rook?” I asked

“'Course not! Just wanted to shake him up a bit, that's all.”

Shaking my head in exasperation, we moved on forward.

After about 10 minutes, we came close to the entrance to the room where the 'Bomb' would be placed.

“Hold up there newbie!” Rook warned me

Reaching inside his rucksack, he drew out a can of aerosol. Spraying the ground in front of us, it revealed a criss cross of 2 red laser beams, pointed at such an angle that it was impossible to jump over.

“Holy crap.....” I breathed.
“Farm-Boy, take of your helmet.”

I did without a seconds hesitation, and passed it over to Rook. Gently, the more experienced ODST sided my helmet into the path of lasers, and the mirrored visor reflected the beam in another direction, giving us a way to get past without setting off the alarm.

“Wow Rook, I'm impressed.” I remarked

“Little thing Switch taught me was that, Blade never was one for subtleties.”

So I had gathered in the time I had known him.

Warily, we gently lifted our feet over the now alone laser beam, and placed them on the other side. As of now, the map was only about 50 yards away, but we knew that the time slip ups occurred were usually right near the end.

I was slightly worried that we hadn't met up with Blade and Switch yet. I commented on this to Rook, who seemed to be in agreement.

“What if they've been captured?” I asked worriedly.

“Well, I guess they both get minimum rations for a few days.” Rook said, shrugging his shoulders.
I didn't think Blade would do that to himself, but then again, In all the time I had known him, he had never seemed a hypocrite.

We arrived at the room where we had to plant the steel bar, and we could see a electronic door inside, presumably, this would open when the sensor pad in the middle of the room read the volume, weight and material type of the 'bomb'. The sensor was advanced to stop us from simply standing on it and fooling it.

Rook took the honours, and removed the solid, worn out bar that had obviously been used many times before. Walking to the middle of the room, he bent down to place it in the grove. He should have been looking where he was walking.

I noticed the two red lights, pointing at each other, but before I could cry out a warning, Rook marched through them, setting off the trap.

A cloud of gas filled the room, and Rook collapsed immediately. I suspected I would do the same, and was pleasantly surprised when I didn't.

I remembered I had fastened the locks on my suit before the exercise, making it air tight.

I wondered why Rook hadn't done the same, then with a start, realised marines were probably rushing towards the room as we spoke.

Quickly, I gathered up the bomb, and gingerly lowered it down onto the sensor. After a few brief seconds, the red lights on the door turned green, and I went for it, not forgetting to drag Rook with me.

Finally, the exercise had been completed, and we actually passed it! Blade and Switch marched around the corner, rubbing arms, legs, and pretty much everywhere.


“Well done Farm-Boy, and uh, what happened to Rook?”

I sought for an excuse, but there was no way around it.

“He got careless at the last minute sir, knock-out gas got him.”

Blade smiled.

“Looks like he failed with me and Switch then, thank God for that, he would have never stopped gloating otherwise.”

Apparently, Switch and Blade got ambushed by some marines, and were hit in numerous places by wooden bullets of pain.

I felt a little bad about Rook being punished, as I also did with Switch, and even Blade too.

“Sir, I don't want to be treated differently from the rest of the squad, we failed as a team, punish me too.” I couldn't believe what I was saying, but it sounded pretty noble.

“Well, Okay then, that's another one of us on minimum rations!” Blade retorted.

I felt my heart drop down to my feet. I had hoped Blade would be impressed with my chivalry and let all of us off. Evidently not.

“We've got a lot more training to do tomorrow, so I want everyone up at the crack of dawn!” Blade shouted enthusiastic. He then looked down at Rook's sleeping form.

“Switch, go ask one of those marines how long the gas will last for! Rook ain't getting out of it that easily”.

Somehow I had a suspicion we'd still be training tomorrow even if we had all accomplished the objective before...


[Edited on 01.26.2009 12:35 AM PST]

  • 01.20.2009 11:25 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

simply amazing keep it up!

  • 01.20.2009 11:41 PM PDT

Dude...mas porfavor

  • 01.21.2009 5:09 PM PDT

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Dude...mas porfavor


Badly please? At least, I think that's what is....Elaborate please.

[Edited on 01.21.2009 10:12 PM PST]

  • 01.21.2009 10:11 PM PDT

Ok, here is part 13, only a day after part 12. And yes, before you ask, the small argument at the beggining was a tribute to Red vs Blue. It ain't over yet........ ~Wolverfrog

Part 13- It ain't over, 'til it's over

“What is that?” I asked

Blade chuckled, delighted by my ignorance.

“That, my dear boy, is a M12-LRV, also know as a Warthog, finest combat vehicle to ever grace the UNSC.” He lectured me, with pride.

“Doesn't look like it's a combat vehicle”, I remarked, noticing the lack of weapons on it.

“That's because this here Warthog has had it's turret removed, as it is just a training model.”

Nodding along, I wondered what the point of this was. Blade had brought me to the vehicle compound with no more words than his usual 'Get up Farm-boy!', and now we were here.

“Why is it called a Warthog?” I queried.

Blade faltered a bit, and searched for the right words.

“Well, you see those tusks on the front. That, coupled with the vehicle's size, make it look like a Warthog.”

I'd seen Warthogs on Harvest, and their tusks weren't that big. In my opinion, it looked more like a Walrus, another stocky animal with big tusks that were also native to Harvest, living at the south pole of the planet. I commented on this to Blade.

“A walrus?” He exploded, “Who in God's name would ever call this a Walrus?”

Switch rounded the corner, and was immediately confronted by a fuming Blade.

“Switch! Just the man, what would you call this vehicle?” He asked. I thought he was going a bit over the top.

Craning his neck for a better look, Switch finally decided.

“Well, I know many people call it a Warthog, but personally, I've always thought it looked sort of like, well, a Walrus.”

I started laughing. Blade's helmet was practically turning red, as his anger levels rose.

“The names not important!” He bellowed, and several nearby birds took leave from their roosting in a close by tree.

“What is important Farm-boy,” He continued, raving, “Is my foot connecting with your behind if don't get in the drivers seat of that vehicle by the count of 5!”.

I was in by four, and Blade got in the side.

“Good” He said, becoming calm again. “It's nice to see you don't challenge every word I say” He put emphasis on the word every.

Today, according to Blade, I was going to learn to drive. I was slightly worried. The only thing I'd ever driven was a little quad bike back on Harvest, to help me get around the expansive farm. I was excited, but nervous as well.

After Blade had grilled me for an hour on different safety techniques, we finally turned the key, and the massive engine of the Warthog revved up. Starting slowly at first, just getting used to acceleration, and the sheer power of the massive vehicle.

Later on, Blade shouted out to Switch over the roar of the beast to set up some cones, to help me learn the basics of manoeuvring.

It was enjoyable, but the usually reckless Blade was being very cautious when it came to driving, and the time went very slow.

After knocking down about thirty cones, 6 cut outs of civilians, and no cut outs of enemies, Blade finally decided to call it a day.

Worn out, I retired to my quarters, first grabbing a thin, gritty sandwich from the cafeteria.

Contemplating on the last couple of weeks, I once again asked myself what I was doing here. I was a farmer, not a soldier. But I knew that wasn't true. My previous life was dust in a plain of sand, forgotten, unnoticed by all. I had known it would be so the moment I signed my name onboard of the ship that had brought us here.

I tried to get to sleep that night, but just couldn't. So much had happened in the past month, it was too immense. I drifted of to sleep eventually, but it was a dream begotten with my parents, my friends, and the other lost ghosts of my past. They were banging, and the banging was getting louder and louder, eventually waking me up.

I heard another bang, and realised it wasn't just in my dream, it was the real world reaching through to my sleeping state.

Walking to the door, I grabbed on the way my SMG, and opened it, pointing the gun at the hallway.
Blade was standing there, in full gear. It was 2am, I knew something was wrong. Even Blade didn't wake us up that early.

“What is it Blade?” I asked worriedly, lowering my gun.

Blade sighed, and took a seat inside my quarters. He looked like he needed it.

“We've just received a distress message from Harvest lad, it seems some people are still alive there.” He stood up, and paced around the room.

I also stood, wondering why he had come at 2am to tell me this.

“The ship's leaving in 3 hours time.” He said, leaving it up to me to work out what this meant.

“We're going back. Back to Harvest.”

[Edited on 01.26.2009 12:37 AM PST]

  • 01.21.2009 11:27 PM PDT

You Max Refeguel or whatever are the only reason I go on the forms...

  • 01.22.2009 12:27 PM PDT

Thanks, what did your post before mean? Mal forvour, or something. Mal means bad in french, so was it negative?

  • 01.22.2009 12:30 PM PDT

Haha I said mas porfavor in spanish it means more please
I said it because your killing me ending it there but I do love how you put out alot of short parts more frequent all in all this story is beast

[Edited on 01.22.2009 12:59 PM PST]

  • 01.22.2009 12:58 PM PDT

very good....just some technical things....at one point (9 or 10 or around there) you said "semi machine gun" its SUB machine gun. at the same spot you said laser pointer...its laser SIGHT. and you definitely wouldnt use wooden bullets...those would penetrate and could kill you...however, in contact harvest sgt johnson and his squad practice with stun or paint bullets....cant remember whitch. good read if u havent already. im not trying to be a stuck up or anything jst trying to help. ;P

  • 01.22.2009 1:02 PM PDT

OK, thanks. I don't think wooden bullets would kill you would they, not if the ODST's are wearing full body suit, and the marines are wearing armour. I was thinking about this when I was writing, and I deemed that the bullets would just crack on the armour, leaving a nasty bruise. Sorry if i'm wrong.

  • 01.22.2009 10:21 PM PDT

Here is Part 14. Enjoy, and please leave feedback It doesn't take long. ~Wolverfrog



Part 14- Feet first into hell.

We all jolted as we emerged from Slip Space, and I was nearly thrown off my feet. Looking out of the viewing window, we saw Harvest, tarnished by war and destruction. It's once beautiful and bountiful surface was frozen, in an eternal winter slumber.

Just above the planet were several Covenant cruisers. They were already engaged in battle, but I doubted we could slip past them without getting severely burned.

Olivia appeared on a holographic projector next to us. We were in the control room, Blade had been friends with the Captain of this ship for years, they had enrolled in the military together. Thus, the prime seats.

“Captain” Olivia's prim voice began “The chances of our survival are less than 10% if we head into that skirmish.”.

The captain sighed, grabbing his white hair in frustration. If he and Blade were the same age, I wondered how Blade was still so agile.

“God damn it, I'm, not wasting everyone's life over an ice ball.....there has to be another way..”


We pondered for a while, and I felt awkward just standing there, watching the carnage ahead.

Suddenly, we heard a voice over the comm. Channel.

“Welcome to the party!” A man with a Russian lilt exclaimed. “This is UNSC Destroyer Armageddon. You like like your in a spot of trouble up there, care for some assistance?”

Our Captain leaned in to the microphone.

“Assistance would be appreciated Armageddon, what's your ETA?”

Silence for a second.

“Judging by how many of these Covenant bastards are in the way, and by how slow this piece of metal is, I'd say around 2 hours.”

The captain expressed his thanks, then turned back to us. Blade was already walking away, motioning for the rest of the squad to follow him.

“Where are we going?” I asked, struggling to keep pace with his briskness.

“If you think I'm waiting 2 hours to get down there Farm-Boy, then you don't know me at all....”

We turned into a room with several pods in, and I was engulfed by horror.

“No way Blade, I'm not getting in that.” I protested

Blade turned around, slowly.

“You will get in that HEV Farm-Boy, because if not, I'll issue you with a court Marshall!” He began softly at first, then his voice had escalated.

Reluctantly, I climbed into the small pod. It was surprisingly comfy for a titanium shell, and I soon relaxed. That was before Switch hit the release button on my clamps.

I could feel myself sliding down, and the pod's airtight door slid closed. Thanks to canisters in the roof, I had about 20 minutes of oxygen. It wasn't too bad, until the airlock opened, and I felt myself thrown outside, into the dark reach of open space.

I could see what was happening outside the pod, thanks to a camera and monitor. The HEV was gaining speed, and with horror, I realised the descend had caused it to catch on fire. I was terrified I would break up in the atmosphere or something.

Luckily, that didn't happen, although Switch later told me he had heard a few cases of it happening before.

Just before I crashed into the ground, I pressed a glowing red button, and on top of my little pod, some rotary blades emerged. These slowed the HEV down for a few seconds, then disengaged, leaving me to fall the last mile or so without their assistance.

I landed with a thud, and by using the cameras, I could see the pod had sunk a little bit into the snow, softening my landing.

I pressed another glowing button, green this time, and the door slid open, cutting through the snow like a hot knife through butter.

I staggered out onto land, and surveyed the destruction around me. Above, I could see the rest of my squad descending in HEV's, and moved out of the way so I didn't get crushed.

I was home.......


[Edited on 01.26.2009 12:37 AM PST]

  • 01.22.2009 11:31 PM PDT

that was .... epic

  • 01.23.2009 12:17 PM PDT

Sorry if I have been writing too many parts lately, if you guys want, I'll cut down....I have checked Halopedia, and most of what will happen on Harvest shall fit in with the canon. Ideally, I would have completed Halo Wars, but since that isn't coming out for about a month, it will have to do. Thanks, ~Wolverfrog

Part 15- The road to Utgard....

Switch came up behind me, resting one arm on my shoulder.

“Wow” He breathed. “Now that is one heck of a snow storm.”

And indeed it was, it was near impossible to see anything further than 30 yards away.

“There shouldn't be this much ice” Blade remarked, coming up behind us.

“Maybe the Covenant have changed the weather patterns?” Rook suggested

I was worried. If they could change the properties of an entire planet, what could they do to us?

“So, what now?” Switch asked Blade.

“Right now, we get to Utgard, the capital city, and get a briefing there.” Blade muttered.

Rook asked how an earth we would travel all the way to Utgard in the midst of this blizzard.

“Well, If good old Captain Larce up in orbit has got his calculations right, then a Warthog should arrive via a HEV pod any second now....”

“A HEV pod?” I asked “Aren't they a little small for a warthog?”

Blade laughed.

“Not this pod kid, it's big enough to hold two warthogs if we wanted.”

After a few minutes, a great blazing comet descended from the sky, and a gargantuan HEV landed near us.

Pressing a button on the outside, Switch opened the huge door, and sitting in there was a Warthog, of a sort.

“This is another variant of the Warthog men, named an M831 troop transport vehicle, commonly known as a Troop Hog.”

In all essence, it was a warthog, but on the back of it, rather than a turret, sat a cage made of carbon steel, with seats enough for three people.

“Switch, you drive, I'll get in the side. Farm-boy, Rookie, you two grab a sniper rifle from the pod and hop in the back.”

I was a bit nervous about the sniper part, I had only fired one once, and it hit the target fine, but also managed to bounce of the wall and hit the corner of the training room. That was another comm. Box we had to pay for.

We surged along, snow hitting against our visor, only to melt thanks to the body suits thermal heaters.

After driving for an hour or so without incident, we ran into some trouble.

“Damn it, Covenant patrol.” Blade growled. We counted six of them, five small ones and one big one.

“What's the problem, just ram 'em” Rook suggested.

Blade looked at Switch, who shrugged, foot slamming down into the accelerator.

As we came into their field of sight, the smaller aliens grunted in surprise, and were promptly rallied by the larger, more imposing alien.

Before their stubby legs could carry them away, however, the front of our warthog smashed into the small creatures frail bodies, and all five of them were killed. Unfortunately, the larger one had dived out of the way in time, and was now hiding under the snow.

“Well, do we carry on, or go hunting?” I said, reloading my rifle.

“Lets go see if we can find him, perhaps learn more about the Covenant.” Blade surmised wisely.

We nodded, and got out of the vehicle. We turned our heat vision filter on, searching the cold, blue snow for a hint of orange, or red.

After a minute of searching the snow in vain, we turned off our filter.

“He must be scrambling the electronics, clever bastard....” Switch said in annoyance.

Blade told us to stay sharp, and advance onward.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, there came a growl, and out of the snow emerged the alien, carrying two of the burning swords in hand.

I shouted out a word of warning to Rook, who still had his back turned. Priming a grenade, the young ODST dived out of the way, tossing it in the aliens direction. There was no dodging this time, and soon, alien bits were flying through the air.

We shot him for good measure, and then walked back to the warthog.

“That was too close Rook” I said to my friend, who nodded with me

“Yeah, thanks for the warning back there, you saved my bacon”

Blade was getting annoyed.

“Will you two stop exchanging pleasantries and get back in the Warthog!?” He exclaimed, angry his chance to interrogate the alien had been robbed.

Sighing, we climbed in the back, and once again sped of to Utgard...


[Edited on 01.26.2009 12:38 AM PST]

  • 01.23.2009 1:26 PM PDT

Hello, I have edited the story, putting gaps in each part, and generally making it easier to read for everyone. Also, I have edited some mistakes, such as capitalisation errors, full stops, etc etc.

Sorry for the double post, I just wanted to let people know about the edit. I'll write Part 16 later on.

  • 01.26.2009 12:40 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

amazing again, eta on next part?

  • 01.26.2009 1:20 PM PDT

Sometime this week, not sure exact time.

  • 01.26.2009 2:48 PM PDT

still sick

  • 01.26.2009 6:51 PM PDT
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Just a few critiques. Try not to be too biased with the whole ODST vs. Marine thing. And same when it comes to weaponry, I personally thing the br is overrated and overpowered, but that doesn't mean I would give my main character and AR all the time.

Just try to mix things up a little in order to decrease the bias.

But besides that, 5/5. Keep it up.

~Fear the Pink mist

  • 01.26.2009 9:45 PM PDT
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Posted by: Wolverfrog

Part 15- The road to Utgard....



Isn't that from the Eragon series? You might want to change that so it isn't "plagiarism" I personally don't care, but a lot of people would...

  • 01.26.2009 9:51 PM PDT

No. It is, in fact, the actual capital city of Harvest. Check Halopedia. You are thinking about U'raben, Don't worry, they won't meet up with Eragon and go take down Galbatorix lol.

And about the marine thing, I'm trying to show the contrast between the two divisions of one group. And, this isn't multiplayer in Halo 3, so I think the BR is acceptable. And also, in part 15 they were using snipers.

[Edited on 01.27.2009 2:34 AM PST]

  • 01.27.2009 2:29 AM PDT
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I was just suggesting something. I do not like bias so sorry if I seemed a little critical. =P

Could I have the link to that Halopedia page? And just so you know, I rummaged through my closet and found the first Eragon book, I opened it up to the map page, and I saw that a mountain was called "Utgard."

EDIT: I read the wiki article and saw that Harvests capital is in fact "Utgard." Sorry.

Disclaimer: I am not accusing you of anything, I just noticed something that I thought was kind of odd. You are writing a great story, keep it up. I just want to make sure you aren't plagiarizing because it could get you into serious trouble.


Posted by: Wolverfrog
No. It is, in fact, the actual capital city of Harvest. Check Halopedia. You are thinking about U'raben, Don't worry, they won't meet up with Eragon and go take down Galbatorix lol.

And about the marine thing, I'm trying to show the contrast between the two divisions of one group. And, this isn't multiplayer in Halo 3, so I think the BR is acceptable. And also, in part 15 they were using snipers.


[Edited on 01.27.2009 5:12 PM PST]

  • 01.27.2009 5:05 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Memoirs of an ODST (Part 15 now available) - Now Edited
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I R rubbish at halo

nicely wrote

  • 01.27.2009 5:30 PM PDT

Ok everyone, here is part 16, sorry it took a while, I've been feeling ill lately, so haven't been able to write. If you read it, leave feedback. Even a simple "Good" will suffice. Thanks! ~Wolverfrog

Part 16- Interrogated

“How far are we from Utgard now Rook?” Blade shouted over the roar of the powerful blizzard.

“How the hell should I know? We don't have any navigational equipment!” Came his retort.

We couldn't be that far away now. We had been driving for what seemed like days, although in reality it was only a few hours.

After the previous incident, we'd encountered no other hostile activity, but we were still wary of possible threats.

“Uh, Blade?” Switch broke the silence. “I know this probably isn't a good time, but the gas tank's almost empty.

“Oh, well that's just great isn't it” Blade said sarcastically.

“Now what do we do?” I inquired, careful not to annoy Blade in the process.

Rook, cheery as ever, had a wonderful scenario in which we would all freeze to death, and then get eaten by rabid aliens.

“Shut up Rook!” All of us shouted in unison.

“I saw a frozen road sign just then, pointing to a nearby town. Maybe we could find gasoline there” Switch suggested rather more helpfully.

“Good call Switch, take us there.” Blade commanded.

About ten minutes later, we wound up in a frozen town, with no inhabitants in. The multifarious buildings around the place could have easily concealed a hundred Covenant soldiers.

“Stay sharp, this is the perfect place for an ambush.”

“Wow, you never cease to amaze me Blade.” Rook commented wryly.

“Can it Rook”

We got out of the Warthog, lifting our guns up in preparation. All around us, destruction and loss was evident.

The snow made crunching sounds as we laid our feet on it, adding to the eeriness of the scene. We walked into the centre of the town, and saw the devastation.

Dead corpses littered the ground, their faces frozen in a look of terror.
“Looks like theirs already been an ambush...” I commented.

Switch went over to one of the bodies, and, cutting open a vein, took off his armoured glove and laid his hand on it.

“The blood's still warm!” He called back to us over the comm. Link.

“Then that means our culprits are still here...” Blade muttered, letting off a string of curses.

“We can't leave without fuel.” Rook reminded us.

“I know, we're just gonna have to watch out.”

He told us to search the houses, all of them were nearly completely destroyed. None contained the gas we needed.

“God dammit! There must be some fuel in this wretched town.” Blade shouted.

Splitting myself from the rest of the group, I proceeded to another street, and then I heard it.

“...You heard what the High Prophet said well as I did A'thras, we were to wipe out every last one of the Humans.”

I drew closer, and saw two of the tall Covenant soldiers conversing with each other.

“But the females too Z'ranas? The children? You have fought in wars before this one, as have I. Never before though have we been told to attack with such ferocity, and with such little mercy.”

Z'ranas paused, searching for the right response.

“What you speak of is heresy my friend, if the Prophets heard you now, you would be strung up for your speech. However....I cannot help but see the wisdom in your words. Something else is causing this war, and the Sanghelli aren't being told about it.”

My heart raced. I had just discovered the name of this species. This would be valuable Intel, and I knew we had to get back and report it. I started to edge away slowly, but tripped and banged into the wall.

“Did you hear something?” Z'ranas asked his companion.

“Yes, it seemed to come from outside.”

“Could just be an excited Unngoy” The Sanghelli surmised.

“Or maybe not” A'thras said, and I could hear him walk outside.

I pressed my back against the wall of the house, praying to God he wouldn't see me. I heard him sniff the air, and with dread, I realised he was rounding the corner towards where I was hiding. Our eyes met.

“Aha!” He cried out, grabbing me with a giant hand and lifting me into the house where the other Sanghelli was.

“So, a Human.” He said, summing me up.

“What armour be that Human? I have never seen your kind wearing it before” Z'ranas asked me, a sneer on his face.

“Go to hell” I replied in anger.

The Sanghelli laughed.

“Wrong answer Human.” He said, bringing out a sword, and advancing towards me.

The sword was brought closer and closer, and I accepted I was going to die. It was a relief, in a way, and a least I would be reunited with my parents.

Suddenly, I heard the crack of a sniper rifle being fired, and the Sanghelli named Z'ranas crumpled to the ground.

“No!” Cried A'thras in despair, and forgetting about me, he charged outside in a rage, only to be brought down by another single bullet to the head

A few seconds later, Rook emerged in the doorway.

“I guess we're even, for now” He said, helping me to my feet.

“Thanks for that, I thought for sure I was dead.”

“Not while I'm watching your back mate.” He joked.

“Any luck with finding some gas?”

“We don't need gas any more, a Pelican arrived answering a distress call it received from the town. It's heading back to Utgard, so we're gonna board it.”

We left the building, and strode to the Pelican.

“What happened?” Blade asked as we came near.

“I'll tell you on the way” I told him, climbing onto the aircraft.

The Pilot flicked a switch, and the aircraft lifted up into the air, and soared of into the sky....

[Edited on 01.28.2009 12:22 PM PST]

  • 01.28.2009 7:06 AM PDT