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Subject: [Story] Memoirs of an ODST (Part 15 now available) - Now Edited

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  • 01.29.2009 9:03 AM PDT

I'm like what I'm reading Wolverfrog. Where will they venture next?

  • 01.29.2009 11:36 AM PDT

Only time will tell........

  • 01.29.2009 5:53 PM PDT

Good stuff once again...although im not sure if odsts had translation devices in their helmets, its only a minor nit-pick. i like it and am looking forward to tthe next part.

  • 01.29.2009 6:46 PM PDT

Yes, well, I didn't want them going Wort Wort Wort. In Halo 2, everyone could understand the Aliens fine, It was just an update, to make the Covenant speak English.

  • 01.29.2009 6:50 PM PDT

I just kind of popped a chubby
And for the elites talking just say he read his translator at the bottom

  • 01.30.2009 4:45 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

eta on next part? keep it up its really good!

  • 01.31.2009 4:01 AM PDT

Part 17 is now here, I shall write part 18 soon, thanks for reading. ~Wolverfrog

Part 17- The Capital City

“Well, we're here!” The Pilot called to us from up front.

Without a word of thanks, Blade jumped out. Switch, Rook and I thanked the Pilot first, and then did likewise.

We were inside a huge compound, which stretched as far as the eye could see. Barbed wire fences were everywhere, as were security cameras and alarms.

As we walked through the main door, we were greeted by an A.I.

“Welcome to Dansago Industries, Research and Development company for Harvest!” The computerized voice greeted us joyfully. She didn't sound as intelligent as Olivia had been.

“Wait, Dansago Industries? I thought this was a military base.” Blade asked, confused.

“I'm sorry sir, but you are mistaken. We are Dansago Industries, Research and-”

The A.I got cut off as someone else walked into the room.

“Sorry about that” He said, holding a remote in his hands.”

“We must be in the wrong building, we'll leave..” Blade said, embarrassed.

“No, don't leave. You're in the right building, Utgard Military base” The official responded.

“But the A.I said-”

“Forget what the A.I said, it ran the place before we converted it into a military base, we just haven't got round to removing it yet.”

I asked him why they had converted the place.

“Well the simple matter was, before now, the military had virtually no presence on Harvest, and now that we do, we needed to...em....appropriate some buildings in the name of the UNSC.”

“So you just kicked the researchers out?” I asked in disbelief

“Only those who didn't wish to work with us, anyway,” He said, anxious to change the subject “If you'll follow me I'll take you to see the Staff Captain.

I could see the sweat on the guys brow, he was obviously intimidated by us ODST's, and I decided to push him no further. We followed him down the corridor, and I could see other people rushing about, occasionally giving us a glance. Finally, we emerged into a massive room.

The place stunk of smoke, and a musty haze hung about the air. Inside a thick cloud of the stuff, I could vaguely see the figure of a man holding a cigar, sitting in a chair at a desk.

“Ah, sit, sit.” He said, lazily pointing to four plastic stools erected on the other side of the tall desk. His chair wasn't plastic. We sat. The little seats were miniscule, only our heads bobbed above the desks level. The Captain towered above us.

“Now, before we get started, I want to make one thing clear to you people. My name is Captain Smithe, and I'm not just a Captain, I'm a Staff Captain, and therefore, I'm in charge. I expect you all to follow my orders, to the bone. No questions, just obedience.”

My hands were concealed under the desk, so I undid the Velcro strap of my left arm, revealing a mini keyboard I could use to relay messages with my team, which then displayed on their HUD.

What an ass” I typed

A few moments, then.

Agreed” Came Switch's reply.

How did he ever become a Staff Captain?” I asked Switch

He was probably born into power, as you'll find most high up people were” Switch replied

“Hey, how are you guys doing that?” Rook asked out loud.

“Doing what?” Smithe asked suspiciously

“Nothing sir, Rook here is just a little soft in the head” Blade replied hurriedly.

You idiot Rook, just unwrap the Velcro pad on your left arm, make sure Smithe doesn't see it though” Switch typed angrily.

Cool this is awesome, lol :)” Rook had uncovered his pad.

When you people get back to the real world, you might notice Smithe is looking at us, wondering why the hell we aren't speaking to him!” Blade quickly typed in, forcing us all to reluctantly close our pads.

“Anyway people, as I was saying, if you all listen to me and do as I say, you'll have a very pleasurable visit. I can be your best friend, or your worst enemy. Now, go find your quarters, and get rested.”

“Thank you Mister Smithe” I said, in a hurry to leave this smoke filled room.

“That's Captain Smithe to you boy, now get out.”

“Sorry sir” I apologised, just before the door closed.

Rook immediately turned on me.

“Why you apologise? If it were me he'd talked to like that, I would have taken my helmet off and spat at him!”

“Yeah, well, we can't all be as wonderful as you Rook.” I said.

“By the way, since when did we get those key boards?” Rook asked.

“Since forever Rook, did you not read your suits instruction booklet?” I asked.

“No, I thought I could figure it out without a manual.”

“Well, next time you get something, read the manual, who knows, you might even learn how to turn it on turn it on.” Blade said, coming up from behind us.”

“He was a right bastard wasn't he Blade?” Switch asked him

“Aye, as corrupt as they get. Don't worry, Captain Larce will be down from orbit in a short while, he'll deal with him.”

I hoped so, the idea of spending my time at this base obeying Smithe was unthinkable...

[Edited on 01.31.2009 3:31 PM PST]

  • 01.31.2009 10:17 AM PDT

haha that part was sick really good stuff man

  • 01.31.2009 2:31 PM PDT
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Haha, I liked that part. Keep it up.

  • 02.02.2009 9:33 PM PDT

Wow, Part 18 already, we're starting to get somewhere.... Quite short this one, but I'll upload the next part fairly quickly, and I'm gonna start making them longer again. Thanks for the support everyone, I really appreciate it you know, and read every single comment one of you guys posts. ~Wolverfrog

Part 18- Investigation

“Morning Farm-Boy”

“Morning Switch”

We were sitting at a table, eating our delicious low budget military breakfast, which consisted of some stale, toasted bread spread thinly with a layer of watery jam. To drink we had a polystyrene cup of strong, bitter coffee with milk that tasted like it had been left out in the sun for too long.

Regardless, we wolfed it down anyway, anxious to rid ourselves of the hunger that ate away at us.

“So, what do you think happens now?” I asked Switch. Rook and Blade walked into the hall. We had been allowed a wide berth, and our own table, by the other marines.

“Nothing until we get a mission I guess, there doesn't look to be very good training facilities here.”

“Stop your whining, I've just heard tell that Larce is at the base, Rook, grab me and you something, we'll eat it on the way.” Blade said coming over.

Rook looked annoyed at the prospect of having to rush his breakfast, but he obeyed Blade's orders anyway.

We followed Blade down the twisting labyrinth of corridors, pushing past busy marines, and startled officials. Eventually, we reached a room with a newly erected brass sign on reading A.M Larce.

Without knocking, Blade walked in.

“Glad to see you alive Larce!” Blade said warmly, rushing to greet his friend.

“Ah, Blade, good to see you. I hear you've been having trouble from a man named Smithe?”

Blade then launched into a lengthy description detailing very finely how much of a pompous, arrogant, stuck up ass Smithe was. Captain Larce laughed.

“Sounds like a slippery character, don't worry my friend, I'll make sure you and your squad are placed under my command.”

“Thank you, that's a huge worry off my chest.”

“That's okay friend, If I can't do you a favour after all the times you saved my ass when we were younger, then a selfish man I'd be.”

I was getting some interesting information about Blade's past here, and made sure to store the information.

“For now, I'd you and your squad to go out on a light reconnaissance mission, scout some Covenant activity.”

He walked over to his desk, and picked up a long, mahogany pipe.

“Just north of here is a waterfall. Pelicans have reported Covenant activity over there. I want you to find out how many there are, and if they look poised to attack. Here are some chips you can update the maps in your PDA with.”

He passed over a small, blue chip with golden trim to each of us, which we slotted into the side of our PDAs. A few moments later, and some maps of the facility and it's surroundings appeared.

“Right, you can go now”

“Thanks Larce, we appreciate it” Blade said, shaking the Captains hand.

“Think nothing of it. Oh, and Blade, if Smithe gives you any trouble, just come to me.”

“Aye Sir, okay men you heard the man, lets get on to that reconnaissance!”

We followed Blade out of the door, ready to go observe some Covies....

[Edited on 02.03.2009 12:50 PM PST]

  • 02.03.2009 12:47 PM PDT

very good dude keep it up

  • 02.03.2009 2:11 PM PDT

that was sick

  • 02.03.2009 4:55 PM PDT
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Again that was good. Did you ever consider turning this into a book?

  • 02.03.2009 4:58 PM PDT

As I promised, here is Part 19, delivered speedilyt due to the shortness of Part 18. Thanks for reading it, I appreciate it.~Wolverfrog.

Part 19- Recon

“Yep, definitely got some Covenant down there boss.” Rook commented to Blade as we were lying in the snow.

“You can use binoculars? Wow, just wow.” Switch commented wryly, only to receive a sharp jab from Rook.

We were on the edge of a cliff, watching a frozen waterfall down below. Nearby the tundra was a structure of some sort, definitely not of human origin.

“I don't like the looks of that building Blade, humans didn't build it, that's for sure.” Rook sounded worried.

“Well, maybe the Covenant did, how the hell should I know?”

I was concerned too, the structure looked alien to me, but at the same time ancient.

“Wait, two of the Sanghelli are speaking now, we need to find out what there saying, Farm-Boy, hop to it.” Blade breathed through his sniper scope.

“What, why me?” I asked worriedly.

“Because I said so, you managed to eavesdrop on those aliens before, you have a knack for it.”

“Yeah, and I got captured nearly straight away, if it wasn't for Rook, I'd be dead!”

Blade muttered something about technicalities, then, raising his voice, ordered me down near the waterfall.

Besides.” He said over the intercom as I clambered down the rock face. “If anything does happen, we all have sniper rifles, and we'll help you out.

“Okay, I'm going I'm going, sheesh.” I retorted.

Nearing closer, I could begin to hear some of the conversation between the two Sanghelli.

“...I don't know friend, I just don't trust the Jiralhanae, not after what happened to Garthus.” One of them said.

“But the Prophets believe they are useful, and besides, they hold no real power in the Covenant”.

“Not at the moment, but think for a second. A few months back, and the Jiralhanae would have been tasked with cleaning our boots, now, the Prophets have inaugurated them into our military. And you heard about what the Brute did to Garthus, mauled him right inside the holy temple, yet no punishment was given to him by the Prophets.”

They were both silent for a moment, I was also trying to be as quiet as I could behind the rock. Then the other Sangehli spoke.

“Indeed, things have taken a change for a worse since the Minister of Fortitude replaced the high Prophet of Restraint. I'm not sure how it happened, although I suspect the name Truth is a misnomer, as I believe he has lied to us all.”

“Wait, an Unngoy approaches, you know how talkative they are, best be quiet for now.”

One of the small members of the Covenant stumbled into view. My heart soared, I had discovered the name of another species in their faction.

“What is it Grunt? Is my combat armour clean yet?”

“Yyyyes most revered Zealot, I have cleaned it to the best of my abilities!” The small alien had a squeaky, piping voice, and sounded out of place amongst the more sombre aliens.

The Sanghelli smirked.

“It's probably still tainted by war then, knowing your ability, never mind, come Tyrannous, we shall resume this conversation elsewhere.”

The two Sanghelli stalked off, leaving the Unngoy, or Grunt, or whatever it was alone in the mouth of the structure.

“....Grab him” Blade's voice sounded unexpectedly over the communications channel.

“What?” I replied, confused.

Grab the small alien, and bring him up to me for interrogation.” Came his impatient reply.

“But...” I began.

Just do it Farm-Boy, it's only about 5 foot tall, even smaller than you.

Steeling myself, I drew my knife from it's sheath, and crept over to the Grunt, grabbing it from behind. The stench was overwhelming.

“OK, I don't want you to make a single sound, just head up that hill there in front of me, I'll be close behind you, you even blink, and I'll cut you up.” I growled aggressively, emulating Rook when he was in a bad mood, or Blade when he was in a good one.

It worked, and giving an involuntary squeal of fright, the Grunt began to walk up the hill to the rest of my squad.

When we reached the top, Blade took over, and walked towards the alien, bending down to it's level..

“So friend, I take it you speak a civilised tongue?” He said in a surprisingly kind demeanour.

“I speak your crude language human, as does everyone in The Glorious Covenant.”

Then Rook came over.

“Okay you little bastard, you'd better start squealing, or we're gonna send you back down there in pieces.” He shouted angrily, getting right into the terrified Unngoy's face.

“Whoa there Rook, this fellah can be reasonable, can't you?” He asked the Grunt, still kindly.

I groaned loudly, they were trying the good cop bad cop routine on an alien.

“Okay Blade” Rook said reluctantly, but like he was reading from a script. “But if he tries anything funny, he gets it.”

“This guy understands, don't you?” Blade asked the Grunt, who was by now incredibly confused.

“Now, we just want to ask you some questions, that's all. Then, if you behave, we might let you go.”

I knew there was little chance of that. The ONI dissection lab was where this guy was heading.

“Right” Began Blade. “First things first, why did The Covenant attack humanity?”

“Bbbecause the Prophets told us to.” The Grunt stuttered out.

“Who are the Prophets?” Blade asked the small alien.

“They are the ones who will begin the Great Journey, and when it begins, all you humans will be left to burn in hell!.” The Unngoy said, his confidence rising. A few threats from Rook brought it down a notch or two.

I was impressed by how the interrogation was going so far, we seemed to be gathering a lot of information.

“What is the name of your species?”

“The Prophets designate us as Unngoy, but the Elites just call us Grunts.”

“Who are the Elites?”

“They are also known as the Sanghelli, they lead the military of the Covenant.”

“So your faction is comprised of different castes then, with the Grunts at the bottom, Elites in the middle, and the Prophets at the top?”

“Yes, but there are other species that fill the gaps between them too.”

This was making my head spin, I was getting an information overload.

“What are you doing down at the waterfall?”

“There is a Prophet inside researching the Forerunner ruins”.

“Who are the Forerunners?”

“Our Gods, of course.”

“What do you mean?”

“When we embark on the great journey, the sacred rings shall send us to meet with the forerunners, and we shall live there in harmony for all eternity.”

“What is this great journey you keep talking about.”

I could tell from the look on the Grunts face that the alien had realised it had revealed too much. Before I could stop it, it reached inside it's armour, brought out a small plasma weapon, and shot itself in the head.

“Damn it, I forgot to disarm him, what an idiot I am!” Blade cursed in a colourful wave of vocabulary.

“No arguments there” Rook agreed.

“Shut up Rook, well, whatever this Great Journey is, it seems important. Maybe we'll find out more later on.”

“We'd best get out of here before the Elite wonders where his Armour polisher has got to.”

“You're right, Switch, signal for evac from a Pelican, we've gotta helluva lot to report to Larce.”

I couldn't help but marvel at how the Grunt had died for what it believed in, despite the harsh treatment it received at the hands of the Elites. It made me wonder, If I was faced with such a choice, could I ever sacrifice myself?

[Edited on 02.04.2009 5:34 PM PST]

  • 02.04.2009 5:27 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.

wow, VERY NICE.
Bungie should do a top story with a bunch of fanfics on it.

I would definitely include this and the halo 3 epilogue by maxrealflugel

  • 02.05.2009 1:45 AM PDT

super dooper epic win

  • 02.05.2009 11:31 AM PDT
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Awesome.

  • 02.07.2009 8:37 PM PDT

Need to update the fanfic.com one...

  • 02.08.2009 12:50 AM PDT

Where's my -blam!- cheeseburger!?

New Zealand Gamers

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Mythic Conquerer #12

Just read through the whole story and I love it. I Loved the RvB reference and the keyboard bit. Cracked me up. Only thing wrong with it was a few spelling mistakes here and there and the fact a civilian child was allowed into the ODST's. Other than that, this story's up there with MaxRealFlugel's one. Keep up the good work, mate.

  • 02.08.2009 2:29 AM PDT

Posted by: Luke35120
Need to update the fanfic.com one...


You're right. Sorry, completely forgot about it. I'll update it in a little bit. Part 20 (Whoa, 20 already?) Will be released later. I have gone back to them being larger, so you get more for your unused money.

  • 02.08.2009 9:36 AM PDT

Ok, Part 20 is a little longer, and they will get longer. But not too long, probably about the same size as one of Maxrealflugels parts. Thanks for reading! Wolverfrog

Part 20- Gone fishin'

I threw another dark, worn branch onto the small fire, trying to gain what little warmth I could from it's fiery depths. The blizzard was so strong by now that we'd been forced to set up camp for the night, much to Blade's resentment. Luckily for us, Switch had had the foresight to pack an insulating tent canvas, nothing hi-tech, just simple foil lining. I hoped it was big enough for all four of us.

The signal for evacuation didn't manage to broadcast through the snow, so we had been forced to move on foot. We'd covered a lot of ground, and aside from a small run in with a few Grunts, which were quickly dispensed of with a few cracks of my sniper rifle. Apparently, I was getting a lot better with a sniper, Blade had even suggested I become a specialist in my use of weapons. I was unsure about that, but I had to admit, even to myself, that the sniper was quickly becoming my best tool of destruction.

At the present time, we were only about half a days walk from the base, but once this snow storm had started, we'd been forced to accept that we would have to stop, lest we get lost in the near solid snowfall.

“We got anything to eat?” Rook asked Switch, priorities right as usual.

“No, but I saw a frozen lake back there, if you manage to break through the ice, you might be able to catch a few fish.” Came the calm reply.

“I'd rather have an empty stomach than freeze to death, I can wait.”

I lay back, watching the stars above, shining like burning beacons. I was startled when multiple stars began moving, back on forth like a frightened hare.

“What the hell?” I cried out loud.

Instantly, the other members of my squad grabbed their weapons, rolling over and adopting a combat stance. Blade held a grenade in his hand.

“No no no, it's fine, no hostile,” I assured them, and they slowly lowered their weapons.

“What's the problem then?” Blade growled, annoyed I had interrupted him whilst he was resting.

“Look up in the sky” I pointed.

“Yeah yeah yeah, I'm looking, what's the big--what on earth?” Rook had noticed the moving stars as well.

“Shooting stars?” Blade said doubtfully. We all turned to look at Switch, hoping for an explanation.

“Well, my best bet is that The Covenant have bigger ships than we thought.”

We all kept watch, awed by the immensity of the lights above us.

“That can't be true, can it?” I already knew the answer, but asked the question anyway.

“Can't think of any other explanation, can you?”

I couldn't. If The Covenant had such a large force, I didn't understand why they didn't just destroy our planet, why they fought to control a desolate ball of ice. I relayed this as a question to the others.

“Remember what that Grunt said? About the Forerunners? How they were their gods and all that. Maybe the structure we saw is holy to them. They wouldn't want to destroy it then, would they?” Rook said, showing an unusual amount of perception.

“You think so?” I asked.

“I'm positive.”
“That's enough theories for one day men, next thing you know, you'll be signing on the ONI”

“I ain't gonna become a Spook any time soon Blade, you don't have to worry about that.”

I also shuddered. I had heard about the Office of Naval Intelligence, or ONI for short. They were ruthless, and didn't care how many died for the greater good.

“We'd better try and get some sleep. We're gonna need all the strength we can get tomorrow.”

Blade then unzipped the tent flap, and crawled inside. We had decided to sleep in our armour, with the thermal coils at minimum efficiency. We would need to conserve all the power we could get for the next day.

Getting to sleep was a chore, we were all bunched tight together, and several times I was accidental kicked in the head by Rook. Eventually though, we drifted off to sleep, and we lay in that state until morning.

Undoing the zipper the next day, with wild exhilaration I realised the blizzard had abided, in it's place a soft, gentle snow fall. Careful not to wake the rest of my squad, who were still tired out, I wrote a note explaining where I was going and pinned it to the tent flap with a sharp twig.

After a brief five minute walk, I arrived at the lake we had seen yesterday. A few rounds of my gun, and the thin sheet of ice covering it's surface broke away, creating a small hole.

I had brought a long stick with me, and attached to the end of it a long piece of garotting wire Blade usually favoured in combat situations. With the lack of any food, I tied a bullet to the end of the wire, hoping an idiotic fish would mistake it for food.

Through the hole, I could see the fish swimming around, trapped by the layer of ice that still covered the rest of the lake. Since the rest of the lake was dark, they all swum underneath the hole I had created, attracted to the light.

Realising that my makeshift fishing rod was no longer necessary, I drew out my sniper rifle, and fired into the multitude of fish. The impact with the water slowed the bullet down a little bit, but it was still travelling fast enough to penetrate several of the weak bodies. Grinning as the fish rose to the top of the lake, their life snuffed out, I gathered them up, and, tying the wire now through the small hole in each fish the bullet had created, I slung them over my back and headed back to camp.

When I reached the little crater we had chosen to set our camp up in, Blade, Rook and Switch were already squatting, stoking the fire. I could distantly hear Rook moaning about how hungry he was.

When Blade saw me, I imagine his face lit up in glee, although I couldn't tell behind his helmet.

“That's one helluva catch Farm-Boy! I didn't know you were skilled in fishing!” He said, already reaching over and excitingly grabbing the fish from me.

“I'm not, but I'm a fair hand with this sniper rifle” I replied, sort of embarrassed.

“I noticed lad, I noticed. Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get these fish on the go.”

To my surprise, he began expertly cutting up to the fish, chopping of the head, and removing the inedible bits, he then hung them on a branch. Creating a stand of sorts out of a pronged stick, the hung the branch over the fire, and allowed the heat to cook them.

“You can cook?” I asked, surprised.

“Of course I can! Every soldier knows how to cook, in case of an emergency. You don't know how?”

I shook my had, and he sighed in exasperation.

“Well, once we get back to the base, I'm going to have to educate you. What if you get stranded, without your squad? How will you eat?”

I lowered my head in shame, abashed, then rose again as the tantalising smell of the fish reached me.

After a delicious breakfast of smoked fish, which wasn't the norm for that time of day, we packed up, and proceeded back to base.

It was still a good ten hour walk, and by the time our PDAs told us we were only a mile away, we were exhausted. We scrambled over a snow drift, expecting to see the base, with faint little marines in the distance. What we saw was something quite different.

Smoke was rising from the base, and we could clearly see the fires dotted around the place. A Covenant cruiser hung over, dropping in troops by the dozen, occasionally firing out a blue, intense beam.

They were here.



  • 02.08.2009 4:01 PM PDT

that was nuts

  • 02.08.2009 5:20 PM PDT

Posted by: The Stig 521
that was nuts


You didn't like it?

  • 02.08.2009 5:26 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.

Posted by: Wolverfrog
Posted by: The Stig 521
that was nuts


You didn't like it?
nuts=crazy=awesome
anyway it was awesome, epic covie killin' gore to come?

  • 02.09.2009 1:21 AM PDT