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Subject: Halo: Heretic or Hero?----------------- (Finale, Part 1)
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Methinks hes near Crow's Nest.

  • 09.24.2008 6:40 PM PDT
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Awsome chapter, heh, its really well typed, good job Sergeant Murph.



[Edited on 09.25.2008 8:41 AM PDT]

  • 09.25.2008 8:40 AM PDT

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Posted by: Constince Donkey
Are you going to expand on where Anderson is? He can't be on Earth because of the timeline so I'm wondering where. While the flashbacks and story buildup are nice don't put too much more. One more question: Is he going to go to the Ark? Just from questions and criticism from a loyal reader.


Why can't he be on earth? Earth has been occupied and heailvy guarded since the assault on New Mombassa, so technically, there are a whole lot of Marines on earth.

Remember, Heretic or Hero ended right before Halo 2 ended, and it never really says how much battle there was in between the time MC escapes in the dreadnaught to when he lands on earth. For all we know, it might have been three weeks.

Also, you'll find out soon enough if he's going to the ark or staying on earth.

[Edited on 09.26.2008 6:46 PM PDT]

  • 09.25.2008 1:37 PM PDT
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Can't wait until more comes out!

  • 09.26.2008 5:19 PM PDT

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Chapter 2

One Big Happy Family

The four ODST’s climbed on board the pelican, eager to escape the hellish jungle. Troy and Martin seemed inseparable, while Sanchez seemed to be independent. Their faces were concealed under the black helmet they wore. Anderson gave me a quick embrace, than settled back down into his seat.

“Long time no see! How are you guys?” he asked. I smiled. His voice always seemed to have a touch of humor locked into it, even if he said something that clearly wasn’t comical.

“We should be asking you that. Is it true that you had to fall from outer space in a drop pod?”

“My bruised ass will explain everything,” he laughed. I couldn’t begin to imagine the feeling of falling from so high up, looking down at the ground, rushing up to meet you.

Burns sat up in his seat. “What happened down there?”

“Our orders were to clear a landing zone. There are multiple Covenant camps down there, in that jungle. We are ordered to defend our base, code name ‘Crow’s nest’ at all costs. Word is they just found a Spartan down there. They’re escorting him to base as we speak.”

He stopped, sighed, then continued on.

“The moment we struck earth we were ambushed by a pack of Brutes. We took out the first batch of ‘em, but couldn’t handle the rest. We were driven in separate directions. They followed each of us through the jungle until we found each other again. It wasn’t a long meeting, though. We decided to split up, and we lost most of them. Some, however, pursued us . Finally, I decided to make a stand. I took my apes down, then went looking for the rest of my squad. Then you came.”

I could see the excitement in his eyes. This was a man built around war. He thought of it as a simple game. A game where the loser is terminated.

I pressed my face to the window. Earth. The most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The sky was a wonderful shade of blue, the ground painted with plants and trees. We were high overhead now, looking down at a waterfall. The flow seemed everlasting. Even inside the pelican, I could smell the scent of life showered down on the planet.

And then I saw them.

A campsite devoured a chunk of land. Even from so far up, I could see a Brute, standing at the edge of a cliff, looking back at me. He turned and ran toward the others, mouth moving rapidly.

A Shade turret was placed in the center of the campsite, an Unggoy manning it. His eyes turned directly toward me.

“Get us out of…”

It was too late. The plasma burned into the side of the pelican. My bones rattled, my heart stopped. We were going down, but even worse, we were going down right off the side of the cliff.

  • 09.28.2008 9:44 AM PDT

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The chieftain swiftly stepped through the sand, examining his soldiers. Surely the base would be defended. Who knew what the Humans possessed, and if it was in that very base? He came in front of his pack, grunted, and held up a hand, signaling for silence.

“We strike tomorrow morning, this time exactly. Ready the vehicles, we shall need to make a diversion in order to get troops into the base.”

The Brutes nodded. The chieftain walked away.

He cared not for how the operation went, so long as he was promoted to his rightful position afterward. His destiny was closing in on him, fast.
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“God dammit! You can’t get anywhere these days without being shot by a super alien alliance, can you?” Anderson muttered, unfastening himself. He raced to the cockpit, pulling the pilot out.

“We have to jump! Open the door, quick!”

“You’re crazy!”

“Damn right I am! Do as I say, now!”

The pilot ran back to the controls, snapping a lever and pulling the back door open. Everyone stood up now. I looked down. Only minutes ago I had wondered what it was like to jump from a high place. Now I had gotten my wish.

The cliff seemed to fall down into everlasting darkness. The walls were covered in vines.
Everyone was on their feet, ready to leap. I looked down again: the pelican was about to go over the cliff. If we didn’t jump now, it would be over.

“On three!” Sanchez yelled over the roar of the passing wind.

“Hell no!”

All eleven of us, the ODST’s, the four marines, Burns, and myself flew out the door at the same time. The moment my feet left solid ground, I regretted it. I seemed to be floating in midair, drifting down toward the ground. Surely I would fall to my death. Frantically, I searched around for something to land on, and found nothing. I yelled out when I saw a tree, just to the left of where I would fall. I shifted my body weight as much as I could to the left, twisting and fumbling. I found myself above the tree. It worked! I bolted toward the tree, stuck an arm out, and caught myself on a thick branch. Agony raced through my spine and up through my arm. It was lucky that I had thrown out my feet, pushing them against the tree. If I hadn’t, I could very well have lost my right arm.

Slowly, I lowered myself down the tree, branch by branch, until I dropped to the ground. I brushed dirt off my armor, then stood up. In the distance, I could just make out the voices of Brutes. I had landed only about twenty yards from the camp, but it felt like forty, concealed by the massive trees. The camp was in a small clearing with a stream running through it. There was no sign of Anderson, or anyone else for that matter. Had I been the only survivor? No, that was impossible. Besides, ODST’s were trained for jumping, weren’t they? Burns surely would have stuck with Anderson.

I crept through the trees, sneaking a view at the campsite. The Jiralhanae, Unggoy, and Kig-Yar all lined up, weapons ready to strike. They were waiting for us, eyes fixed in the direction of the cliff.

I heard pebbles fall from the cliff. Survivors? I had to know. They may have needed help. I walked stealthily over to the side of the cliff, peering down. Nine sets of eyes stared back at me. Burns held a finger over his lips. I nodded. Each of them clung on to their own vine, slowly grappling their way up the side of the cliff. I lay down flat on the ground, making myself as small as possible. If I was seen, it could be fatal for everyone.

Anderson was the first up the cliff, helping the rest of them up. I stood up, taking in my surroundings. To the left was the edge of the jungle, to the right was the cliff, and in front of me was a long clearing, edging around the cliff for what seemed like miles. The campsite built around it seemed to drift farther away with every second.

I looked around and counted everyone again. Nine. Who was missing? The ODST’s were all present, as well as all the marines. That left the pilot. As if reading my mind, Anderson spoke.

“He didn’t make the jump.”

I shook my head in horror. What an awful way to go. Falling from the sky and not feeling ground again until you become part of it. Madness. Troy stepped up and revised his plan.

“All right. Here’s the plan. We have to be stealthy…”

Anderson ripped a Fragmentation grenade from his belt, and sent it soaring toward the campsite. The explosion took the infantry by surprise, as they had been facing the opposite direction. Grunt’s screams howled above all others, four Jackals released their energy shields and were flung over the side of the cliff.

Typical Anderson.

“New plan. We fight and hope we don’t die,” Anderson sneered.

“Sounds like fun,” Troy murmured, disapproving of this method. He pulled the Assault Rifle that he had slung around his back. The marines, save for Burns who had his Battle Rifle, only had their sidearm weapons, Magnums. Anderson unfastened his Shotgun. Suddenly, reality hit me.

“I don’t have a weapon.”

“Don’t worry. You didn’t think I forgot to bring you a treat, now did you?” Anderson smiled. Off of his belt, he pulled a black handle, flipping it over to me. I immediately recognized it as my personal Battle Blade, the customized Energy Sword that maneuvered faster than its counterpart, as well as being different in color. I gripped the handle and activated the sword, sending a quick burst of red plasma out of the hilt. The maroon blade was beside me, now. I remembered the last time I had felt it, when I ran it through the chest Zens Kovalee, the lunatic Ultra who nearly destroyed everyone on Delta Halo. It seemed so long ago.


[Edited on 09.28.2008 5:56 PM PDT]

  • 09.28.2008 9:45 AM PDT

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Brutes poured out of the campsite, running toward us. Martin sailed another grenade into the pack, ripping the power armor off of several Brutes. Burns finished them off with the Magnum.

“Spread out!” Anderson called, taking his Shotgun and sprinting at the enemy. I stayed as far away from the cliff as possible, only about four steps behind him. I looked around. Where to start? I didn’t have time to think. Blue Plasma snuck past my face. If I had taken another step, I might have lost my shields, or even have been killed.

I turned to face my attacker. A Brute Ultra, a Plasma Rifle in each hand. He snarled when he saw me.

“So you are the heretic that has broken the Covenant! I shall gladly vaporize you to oblivion.”

“Please, speak less. You’re shooting skills amuse me.”

The Brute was angered by this, and fired both rifles simultaneously. I threw myself behind a rock, shielded from the plasma. I could hear the Brute’s footsteps growing closer. Perfect.
Just as he came around the side of the rock that I had disappeared behind, I snuck around the other side, coming behind him. I laughed aloud.

“Not the smartest one, are you?”

He didn’t have time to call out when I stabbed the sword through his back, quickly pulling away, leaving him dead beside the rock.

I continued along the campsite, watching my companions. The marines seemed to be struggling with taking down two Major’s, the ODST’s were raising hell, and I felt a rush of adrenaline pump through me. This battle was mine.

I jogged over to the Marines, who were battling alongside the cliff. The Majors seemed puzzled when they saw me.

“A Sangheili? What an unexpected surprise!” the two Brutes ceased fire for a moment, circling around us. Each of them held a Spiker.

I thought about which Brute I should take out first. They seemed to be exact replicas of each other. Same armor, same face, same height. I motioned for the marines to get behind me, when one of the Majors flung himself forward at me.

I dove out of the way, flicking my wrist behind me. The edge of the sword caught the Brute’s ankle. He lost control and tumbled off the cliff, screams echoing, getting softer and softer until there was silence.

I knew what would happen next. The sound of a Spiker being thrown down rang in my ears. I turned around and lashed out with my left foot, meeting the second Brute’s face, puncturing it’s soft hide. He yelped in pain, backing off. I took that to my advantage, lunging out and slashing him across the chest. He crumpled down and lay still.

The battle seemed to be slowing down a bit. The ODST squadron was doing fine on their own. Anderson ran up to a Brute Minor, ducked, narrowly avoiding the slash from the Spiker, then took it down with his shotgun. Troy, Martin, and Sanchez teamed up on the Captain, Troy and Martin spraying with machine gun fire from all sides, then Sanchez finishing the Brute off. Anderson kicked a Grunt that ran by. It’s methane mask fell off, revealing the hideous face of an unmasked Unggoy. It searched for breath but found nothing.

I looked around for more Brutes. Suddenly, everyone went silent, staring in my direction.
“Sol, look out!”

“What?”

Anderson waved me over, sweat soaking his face. What were they looking at? I heard a soft grumble from behind me. I whirled around, coming face to face with a Hunter.

I thought about running, but decided against it. Running would do nothing. My sword was still drawn, and the Mgalekgolo was not attacking. I gave a faint cry and thrust the sword at the beast. It smacked it out of my hand, bringing the massive metal shield around and slamming it into my chest.

For a moment I felt myself soaring, just as I had when I jumped from the pelican. I hit the ground hard and rolled toward the cliff, the stream carrying me fast, unable to contain myself. No! I gasped for breath but couldn’t inhale. Helplessly, I drew toward the edge of the cliff. Gun shots drowned out all other noise, the rest of my team trying to take down the Hunters. I fumbled for my feet, and gave one final roll before the campsite was gone, and I was falling.
Facing upwards, I watched as the world seemed to thin out, disappear in front of me. I had been too happy to slay to slay the alliance that had betrayed me that I had lost patience. This was the cost I would pay. I felt the world being ripped from my eyes, my back slammed into something hard.

Then nothing.

  • 09.28.2008 9:46 AM PDT
Subject: Sangheili Chronicles 2-------Through My Eyes, Chapter 2

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Anderson cried out, sprinting over to the cliff.
“Sol!”

Nothing.

The Hunters would not be taken down. Eight soldiers couldn’t even weaken one of them, not to mention the other.

So it was over.

Sol was dead.

He shook his head in disbelief, chills running down his spine. The Elite had been his closest friend. Sure, there was Burns, but Sol had risked his life saving him…twice. Was this really how it would end, tumbling off a cliff?

Anderson held back tears as best as he could. He hadn’t cried in ages, but this was different than losing one of his men. This was losing family.

He turned around and started back toward the battle. Burns was on one of the Hunter’s backs, punching it hard in its orange flesh. The other was being fired at from every angle, but would not collapse.

The wind picked up suddenly, blowing Anderson’s brown hair up. He whirled around. A green Phantom drop ship rose from the bottom of the cliff. Sol was laying flat on his back on the top of it.

He was breathing.

But who had brought the drop ship? What Covenant Separatists did they know?

Then Anderson laughed.

Cholahee and Sikanoy, the two humorous SpecOps Elites sat in the cockpit. They aimed all three guns at the Hunters. Burns dove off its back, allowing it to stretch for a moment before being massacred with violet colored Plasma. The guns turned and nearly vaporized the second Hunter. The Phantom landed on the cliff. Sol was unconscious, but certainly alive.
The two Elites hustled out of the Phantom, and said in chorus.

“Need a ride?”



End Transmission

  • 09.28.2008 9:46 AM PDT
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Murph your stories get more amazing every time, keep it coming, and keep it up.

  • 09.28.2008 11:37 AM PDT
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Powerful, I coudn't stop reading once I started. Man, your story making is just awsome.

  • 09.28.2008 4:25 PM PDT
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Sol has ALOT of luck.

  • 09.29.2008 12:50 PM PDT

Just message me on live.

Very nice, I was confused for a second, I forgot the possibility of Brute's staying after New Mambossa.

  • 10.02.2008 1:06 PM PDT
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VERY good part, loved all the action, I was wondering if you ever thought about (while you were writing this part) to maybe leave the ending with a cliff hanger, till the next part, after Sol had fallen off the cliff?

Either way, I know it would have been good!

  • 10.03.2008 12:55 AM PDT
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That was definately amazing, keep up the good work!!!!!!

  • 10.03.2008 2:51 PM PDT

Ah...that felt good.

  • 10.04.2008 2:24 AM PDT

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Chapter 3

“There’s Only One…Two… Uh Oh…”

Pain seared through my spine. I only saw the faint blurs of Anderson and Burns. It had been a great shock, when I had discovered that I had indeed lived through the fall. I wiped away the blood that was trickling down the corner of my lip and stood up.

I recognized the humming of a gravity propulsion drive. So we were in a Phantom. I could make out several people talking amongst themselves on the opposite side of the Phantom. They hadn’t seen me wake up.

I gazed out the small window that the Phantom had. The jungle had been left behind us. All that was left is was sand as far as the eye could see. There was no sign of any life. This was the pit of the universe.

The memory was all such a blur. I remembered the Hunter winding up for a blow, but that was all. Soon my vision was restored. I went to see the others.

“You’re looking good for someone who nearly splattered themselves on the ground,” Anderson joked.

“Where are we?”

“On our way to the base. Remember that Elite that we met, Zanakee? His partners saved you. It was a hell of a good timing, too.”

“Ten minutes earlier would have been acceptable,” I mumbled. Anderson handed me the black handle that had been whipped out of my hand. I nodded and lumbered away, groaning as agony raced through my back.

The base came into view minutes later. I let the gravity lift slowly descend me, then stepped into hot sand once more.
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James Hunter, along with his crew, lay flat on their stomachs on the top of a large dune, overlooking a campsite. Hunter pulled binoculars from his belt, and spied down.

Brutes. All of them were Brutes. Whatever they were planning, they obviously didn’t want it to be ruined by lower level infantry. Exactly fifty-four Choppers were lined up across the sand, as well as nine Prowlers. They were going to assault somewhere, that was certain. But where? Could they really be stupid enough to attack Crow’s Nest, and be massacred by the defense outposts that were constructed for only that purpose?

“I’m going to get a closer look,” one of the marines offered.

“No! You’ll stay here until given orders, Private.”

“Sir, please! It won’t be long, we just need to have something to report back to base!”

“That’s enough out of…” Hunter’s voice trailed off. His eyes were wide in horror. The marine stared at him, waiting for an answer.

“What?”

Slowly edging its way across the soldiers head was a Scorpion. The marine must have felt it too, because he stopped breathing. His face immediately turned a horrific shade of white as the insect took short, taunting steps across the back of his neck. Any sudden movements and his neck would be pierced.

  • 10.05.2008 6:30 AM PDT

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Hunter looked around nervously. What could he possibly do to help the poor marine? The Scorpion now leisurely stepped around his neck and onto his cheek. The soldier’s eyes grew narrow. He twitched, but did not move, nor did he say a thing. The demonic spider would be frightened by the sound of his vocal cords. Then he lost control completely.

The marine through himself over the side of the dune, tossing down the sand and slapping himself, eager to silence the living nightmare that had been so close to ending his life. The other three watched in horror as he slid down the hill and collapsed twenty yards from the campsite.

Everyone looked back at Hunter, who could only shrug. He remembered the words his first Sergeant had said: Leave no man behind. But would that come into play now? He thought against it, but knew it was what he had to do.

Hunter signaled for the rest to stay behind while he slowly edged down the hill, making no sound whatsoever. Sweat poured down the side of his tan face, finished with his buzzed brown hair and brown eyes. He took one last look to make sure he was safe, then helped the man to his feet. His eyes had rolled back into his head. His face showed absolutely no color. The Scorpion had attacked him. His knees buckled and he crashed down into the sand. Hunter winced. A Brute whirled around.

“Spies!”

The word seemed to explode throughout the world. Every Brute in the camp drew their weapons. Hunter shook his head and drew his Battle Rifle. It was suicide, but there was no other way. He eyes the line of Choppers. Perhaps that was their escape?

He pressed down on the trigger, releasing a three shot burst. The bullets ricocheted off a Captain’s armor. He laughed and drew a Carbine, sending a green beam whizzing at Hunter, who dove to the side just in time. The Marine’s were showered with gunshots from all sides, but none could hit their mark. Hunter delivered two shots into an Ultra’s forehead. He then came to the realization that he had no cover. His men followed him down the hill, all equipped with their mid-ranged Battle Rifle’s. One was killed instantly by a bombardment of Spikes. That left four vs. four hundred.

Hunter dove behind a Phantom that had been lying idle by the camp. The rest followed him.

“We can’t take them all on. McCormick, draw them away. I’ll get us a Prowler.”

The marine nodded and took off around the other side of the Phantom, his feet pressing across the sand. All attention turned to him. Perfect. Hunter slipped out from the other side of the drop ship and broke into a sprint toward the Prowlers.

McCormick was shot down, as well as the rest of his crew.

He was on his own now.

There was no use in taking a Prowler now. He raced for a Chopper. To his terror, four Choppers were already on their way toward him.

What to do now? The blades were violently slicing through the sand. If that met his flesh he would be slaughtered. There was nowhere to hide.

The vehicles circled around him, Brute’s yelling taunts that he couldn’t even try to understand over the roar of the blades. Hunter felt sick to his stomach. Was this really the way he would go?

And then he saw it.

It was like a blue orb that was sent from heaven. A Power Drainer. That was his ticket out. But how could he reach it? The blades were cutting closer now, closing in on him. In seconds all four Choppers would finish their rounds and be on him. Without thinking, he flung himself toward one of the motorcycles. The Brute didn’t expect it coming, and flinched as Hunter soared over him and onto the other side of the circle. All four Choppers collided in the space that he had been only a moment ago. There was a loud crack, then a cloud of black smoke. Hunter coughed and moved toward the Power Drainer.

He scooped it out of the sand and cradled it in his arms like a delicate child. He had done the right thing in causing confusion throughout the camp. That was his only way out. He waited for another Chopper to attack. To his relief, one darted forward, anxious to split him in half. He pressed the blue button and rolled the orb across the sand. It shot a burst of blue light. The Chopper stopped dead, flinging the Brute that had been manning it soaring across the camp. Hunter jumped on.

The cloud of smoke had grown even larger. He gunned the Chopper right through the cloud, determined to save his own life. He had to get back to base. He had to warn them. He emerged through the cloud. He didn’t look back.

And with good reason.

  • 10.05.2008 6:31 AM PDT

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A Brute Chieftain stood ten feet in front of him, Hammer hoisted high in the air. His eyes were bead like, and seemed to frighten even the toughest of men. Ten feet… Five feet… Hunter yanked on the controls, spinning the vehicle clockwise. The Chieftain swung. There was a loud crack, and for a moment time seemed to freeze completely. The Chopper burst up into the air, flipping three times in mid- flight. Hunter screamed and found himself struggling to hold onto his seat, waiting for the sand to rush up and meet him. The Chopper landed less than gracefully on the top of the hill. Hunter laughed out loud and raced forward. He was safe, or at least that was what he thought.

“Do not let him escape!” the Chieftain shrilled, stomping his feet on the sand. Three Choppers set off over the hill to pursue him.

Hunter glared back when he saw the his attackers. Whatever they were planning, they were ready to rip the universe apart to stop him. The ironic thing was that he still had absolutely no idea what was going on in that campsite.

The cannons fired at him from behind, meeting the back wheel of the Chopper. Hunter gasped as the machine seemed to break apart every second. His vehicle was getting slower while theirs was accelerating. He looked around frantically. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed two spike grenades in the small metal pocket on the side of the motorcycle.

Grabbing them would mean taking his hands off the wheel, but it was worth it. He yanked one out of the pocket and twisted around. The Brute was taken by surprise when the Spike Grenade came in contact with his chin. He cried out. The Chopper exploded in a ball of inferno and smoke. The second Brute had stupidly been following right behind the first, and collided with the mess. That left the third and final.

Hunter’s Chopper was nearly destroyed, and sticking the Brute would result in losing his only sufficient ride. Hunter waited until the Brute was at the appropriate distance, then slammed on the brakes. He leaped four feet to his right and landed on the shoulders of the Brute, who whipped around and delivered a blow to his face. Hunter clung onto him, until finally bringing his legs around and kicking the Brute off his seat. He took control of the Chopper and boosted it right into the Brute. It crumpled down and bled.

Hunter sighed. He was no hero, but a man that had gotten lucky. He guided the motorcycle back to base.



The Chieftain looked at his Brutes, disgusted.

“You have failed me! You are, all of you, disgraces to the Covenant!”

Nobody argued. The Chieftain assembled the one human survivor. Without interrogating, without even speaking a word, he shot him.

His assistant, a Jump pack Brute approached him.

“Do they know?”

“We cannot take a chance. The operation starts now.”

If Sol thought he had defeated his worst enemy when he killed Kovalee, he was terribly mistaken.

End Transmission

  • 10.05.2008 6:31 AM PDT
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Very Nice murph

  • 10.05.2008 7:13 AM PDT
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NICE!

  • 10.05.2008 9:04 AM PDT

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That...probably means that Laserking has either an insanely accurate logical method of deriving people's reactions to things, or he possesses pre-cognition. Either way:LASERKING for Mods!

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Sweet. Can't wait to see more.

  • 10.09.2008 11:06 AM PDT
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sweet, always love your stories, and I can't wait for the next part!

edited for spelling :(

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  • 10.10.2008 2:36 AM PDT

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Chapter 4

Operation: Sand Trap

The base wasn’t as beautiful as I had hoped. Actually, it wasn’t really a base at all, rather than a large metal structure that looked as if it was formed by someone with no arms. The people didn’t seem cheery, either. There was a large number of marines, all lumbering around the wreck like they wished they could be stationed anywhere else. The dunes were as large as anything I had ever seen. The base was placed at the bottom of a tall mountain of everlasting sand.

Burns was the first one out of the Phantom. He leaped out of the ship like a small boy, eager to keep moving forward. But he seemed to be looking for something, or someone. Anderson and I stepped out.

“Welcome home.”

“This isn’t home. This is hell.”

And it was. This was the point where the world seemed to grow still, unmoving and unexciting. Burns had already disappeared into the structure. Anderson turned to me.

“I have to go meet with the Lieutenant. I’ll be back in about an hour.”

I nodded and continued on into the structure, following Burns. A guard, armed with a Battle Rifle stopped me at the entrance.

“Name please,” he said without so much as a trace of enthusiasm in his voice. His eyes were blank and bored.

“Sol.”

“Your name is sunshine?”

I shrugged and pushed through him and into the entrance. He shoved me aside and held the rifle up.

“Don’t try that again, or you’ll find yourself dead in the sand,” he said, suddenly angry, “who did you come here with?”

“William Anderson,” I said annoyed. Why couldn’t the man just let me in?

Suddenly his eyes widened, glaring back at me with excitement. He dropped the rifle to the sand and let his jaw fall.

“Wait… are you… are you Private Solonee?” he asked edging closer to me, scrutinizing me as if it couldn’t be true.

“That depends. Will you let me in if I am?”

He looked at the eagle on my chest (as if it was difficult to notice before) and opened the door. He stepped aside.

“We’ve all heard amazing things about you. You know you were the one who broke the Covenant, don’t you? You were the first to break off. Others followed you later,” he finished.

“You should write a novel.”

I pushed past him and into the base.
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The sound of live vehicles tuned out all others. Forty Nine Choppers would be the first to go, followed by the Prowlers. The Chieftain remembered.

“Will you bring it later?” he asked into the radio.

“Of course. It shall create a magnificent diversion,” the voice sounded much too happy to be going into war. The Chieftain walked away and climbed into a Chopper.

“Are you sure you don’t want a Prowler?” It was one of his Bodyguards that had asked the question. The answer was a hard glare as if to say ‘I’m the boss’.

The enemy would guess that they were attacking Crow’s Nest.

Crow’s nest was not the target.

Operation Sand Trap had begun.
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  • 10.10.2008 6:12 AM PDT

Halo: Heretic or Hero---An Elite's Story
Choose your own destiny

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Forged in the Flames of Passion, go forth and represent!

The inside of the base was no better. The walls were a gross shade of green, there were no windows. Charming, I thought. Very few marines passed me. They all seemed to be outside. Nobody spoke. What was the matter with this horrible place? Then again, it was meant to be for security only. Security to Crow’s Nest.

I thought about the Demon, how he was so close to me right now. Only about a Kilometer away, in the base high above the ground, he may have been wondering about me.

Wondering about the coward that had fled when his master needed him most. I doubted it, though. The warrior had much more on his mind.

I heard a voice around the corner I was about to pass. It was Burns’s voice. I stopped and listened.

“I’ve missed you so much!” this time it was a woman’s voice. I poked around the corner to get a better view. The girl looked young, that was the first thing I saw. Beautiful long brown hair flowed down to the top of her shoulders. She was slim, with long eyelashes and brown eyes that seemed to burrow into another’s. She and Burns embraced for a long time.

“I’ve been so worried about you, Jason. I heard what happened at the BeeHive, then what happened at the factory,” a small tear bristled down her cheek. Burns brushed it away.

“I’ve been worried about you too, Kate. It’s been two months. This place isn’t safe anymore after the assault on New Mombassa.”

“I’m fine.”

“I’m not,” he said, then added, “not without you.”

Kate laughed and they hugged again. I backed away and started down the hall.

“Hey Sol,” it was Burns. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around awkwardly.

“Hello.”

Kate was beside him, but her face was now blank, as if the entire conversation that the two young people had just had was fake. She nodded and strode past me. Burns did the same. They obviously were hiding the fact that they were… together.

I couldn’t help but laugh. Even in a time of war, a time when there was no pastime other than ‘fight and don’t die’, Burns could still have a girl.

I left the building and realized where everyone was, piled outside. All of them had a set of binoculars, peering out into the dunes. I turned. A Brute Chopper was slowly making its way toward the base. But it was not a Brute in the seat. It was a human, bruised and bleeding. The Chopper picked up speed and raced toward us. It skidded to a halt and the human got out of the seat.

“They’re coming!” he screeched, moving fast through the sand. His face was red in alarm, his eyes wide.

“Who is coming?” I heard a voice ask. It was Anderson. “And why the hell weren’t you here for our meeting?”

The man seemed to read the voice and raced toward him.

“Will!”

“James.”

The man seemed to get more frantic by the second. I assumed he was the Lieutenant that had never showed up.

“Listen, I took a group of scouts out about four miles away. We were attacked by Brutes. The scouts are dead. I just managed to get out in one piece.”

“Go on.”

The Lieutenant was speaking louder now, addressing everybody. “There was a large amount of vehicles. They’re coming as we speak. They’re going to assault Crow’s Nest.”

Troy perked up from behind me. “And that’s what we’re here for.”

“Right. I want all heavy weapons and snipers here. They’ll have to make it over the hill first. We’ll see ‘em coming.”

The crowd was silent. This task had been dumped upon them so quickly.

“Well don’t just stand there! I’ve calculated ten minutes from now, assuming they left just after myself. Did you hear? We have ten minutes until this place becomes a living hell!”

Like it wasn’t already.

Everyone jammed into the door, sprinting down the hall and to the armory in one giant clump. I was one of the first in. A Jackal Beam Rifle was hung next to me. Perfect.

I grabbed it and pushed back through the crowd and out the door.

This was going to be interesting.

End Transmission

Short chapter, I know. The next will be longer and more exciting.

  • 10.10.2008 6:12 AM PDT
Subject: Halo: Heretic or Hero?----------------- (Prolouge and chapter 1 &2

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hmm neat but you shoulden't post this lol but ill give ya some slack and say its cool

  • 10.10.2008 11:36 AM PDT