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

EPIC!!!!!!

I cant wait until the next chapter.

  • 10.24.2008 6:04 PM PDT
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It was great, did you change to first person?

  • 10.27.2008 6:22 PM PDT

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It was great, did you change to first person?



What do you mean? Sol's part has always been 1st person, but when I make a transition to watch other characters, it becomes 3rd.

  • 10.28.2008 12:27 PM PDT

ROFL:ROFL:ROFL:ROFL
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once again, epic chapter. i hope that you plan on making other books, possibly planned on other games made by bungie

  • 10.28.2008 3:58 PM PDT

... he's in crow's nest with the bomb that master chief sets to explode...
uber as usual murph, i don't know what else to say... you have to be one of the few writers that could leave my English teacher speechless

  • 10.28.2008 9:46 PM PDT

I'm in it 4 teh lulz.

amazing

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This is turning out to be a great sequal. I cant wait to see what happens next

  • 10.30.2008 3:30 PM PDT

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Chapter 7
Crash and Burn… Literally

Green light swept out all of the world’s life. The sand below seemed to flicker in fear as a volley of plasma particles rained down to earth. The Scarab didn’t so much as tilt as its main cannon uttered a deafening crack.

On instinct, Troy threw the Bubble Shield down. Hunter, Martin, Sanchez, Burns, Kate, Cholahee, and Sikanoy all crammed into it at once. Burns felt a sense of claustrophobia. If he left, he would b vaporized. He had to stay, crouched in the sand as the world flickered into a fierce green around him. The blast had created an unimaginable aura of plasma, but the shield held tight for the few precious seconds it had left. Cholahee and Sikanoy (who seemed to be accustomed to human rituals) slapped high five as the intense fire halted. Grains of sand that had been flung up into the air now fell like confetti down.

Janerus watched from the side of the Scarab in disgust. Once again, he had been unsuccessful.

To hell with it. If he couldn’t kill the humans, he would at least take out their base and everything in it in one, fatal blast. He murmured to himself, knowing the Lekgolo worms would pick up what he was saying.

“Destroy the building first. Kill the humans later.” He turned and strode off into the safety of the control room. His job was finished.

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Reth stopped to catch his breath on a forgotten dock just outside the jungle. He scanned behind him: no sign of the Brutes. He was safe for the moment.

What he didn’t know was that Sol had been in the very jungle that he was lost in right now. Why was the boy so difficult to pursue? Reth shook his head. He still wondered where the rest of the Elites he had brought with him were. They had split up upon being sighted by Brutes. Now he turned ahead of him. A body of water stretched before him. A river? He would need to get across it fast. But how? Dare he swim in full body armor, chased by Brutes, and not knowing where he would end up?

There had to be another way! But how? Reth growled. Why did everything have to be so hard?
As if some god somewhere had read his mind, something caught the corner of his eye. About fifty feet to the right of him lay an idle jet ski. Now, not a jet ski. It was more than that. The vehicle was a newly manufactured UNSC water based transportation jet ski, code named ‘Gator’. It traveled at amazing speed, and was equipped with duel auto-machine guns on the front. It also had a self destruct feature, but, of course, Reth didn’t know that. He heard a small rustle in the underbrush. Now was his chance. Reth dashed forward and leaped off of the dock and on to the jet ski. How did it work? He tried kicking at a pedal. Nothing.

Two Brutes emerged from the shelter of the trees. Two Captain Majors pointed and drew their Plasma Rifles. Without knowing what to do, Reth twisted his wrists forward. The Gator leapt forward and shot through the water. Both of the Brutes looked from the speeding jet ski to one another.

“Catch him!”

It was unfortunate that Reth hadn’t noticed the other two Gators swaying back and forth with the waves only a few feet past his own. Reth didn’t care, and he wasn’t going to look back. Not when he could barely see forward as spray and wind broke into his eyes. He had no idea where he was going, but at least he hadn’t died yet. He couldn’t die. Not when he knew that Solonee’s son was still alive. Reth had a task, and he was going to complete it, one way or another. How fast was he going? It must have been seventy miles per hour. Behind him, he could hear a faint roar of an engine over his own screeching machine. They were following him.

Reth felt a chill slip down his spine. He wondered what it would feel like, being shot and crashing into the water at this speed. He brushed the thought aside and continued on ward.
The Brutes sped up, only twenty feet behind Reth. Over the hiss of the engine, one of the Captain Major’s spoke into his radio system.

“A Sangheili is on the move! Request immediate… extermination.” The Brute cracked a smile. He might have been imagining it, but he thought he already heard Banshees taking off. Soon they would smother the Elite, and his job would be finished.
And that was when Reth made his move.

He yanked the handles back toward his chest. He felt something crack as the Gator stopped moving completely. The two Brutes were about to pull past him when he ripped a Plasma Grenade from his belt. He wound up and sent the adhesive sphere of death hurling toward the Gator on his left. It attached itself to the back of the jet ski. The Brute noticed this and tried to fling himself off of the vehicle. Too late. In a roar of blue plasma, the Brute was thrown into an inferno of fire and plasma. A shock wave ran through the water. One down, one to go.

  • 11.01.2008 7:49 AM PDT

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The other Brute, the one that had called for backup, felt his emotions snap. He twisted the handles and whirled the jet ski around, now pointed at the Silver Elite. He pressed the button on the right handle and fired blasts from the machine gun. Reth reacted quickly, gunning the Gator forward. The bullets smacked into the water behind him, drawing closer every second. Executing a fancy spin move, Reth dodged another burst of bullets and then twisted the handles forward again. He was gone from sight in a flash.

Reth was beginning to get used to the vehicle now. Perhaps human technology wasn’t complicated to operate after all. Still, Reth felt a churning in his stomach. This battle was far from over. He could sense it.

And he could hear the scream of a Banshee as well.
Then two Banshees.

Then three.

Now he began to panic. He was up against a psycho Brute and three Banshees. Could he possibly make it to the end of the river in time? What time was it? Where was he? Which was up and down? Reth couldn’t even tell. All he knew was that he had to get away. He couldn’t take on all four of them.

And then he saw the bright red button, hidden under his seat.

Self-Destruct.

He looked behind him abruptly to see a flash of green soaring at him. He narrowly avoided the crash of the Fuel Rod, followed by a volley of plasma fire. He measure the angles between him and the Banshees, then estimated how deep the water would be. The current was heading north of him. It all fit perfectly. He awaited the next Fuel Rod to come. His heart was pounding. For a moment he wondered if he would ever find Solonee’s son; if any of this was even possible. His curiousness was followed by a surge of anger. He was going to find him, and he was going to protect him like he should have done from the beginning.
As another Fuel Rod broke down from the sky, Reth dove into the murky depths, making sure to tap the Self-Destruct button with the tip of his foot as he did. He was underwater when a ball of flame leapt up from the Gator. He stayed underwater; he wanted them to think he was dead.

And then there was the surprise of the idiotic Captain Major crashing into the flame and being thrown off of his own Gator. He landed a few feet from Reth. The Brute turned to see the underwater Sangheili that was still very much alive. It gasped and whipped it’s legs up toward the surface. Reth shouted, but it only came out as his own waste of oxygen underwater. He grabbed at the Brute’s leg at the last moment before it emerged at the surface. Using all his strength, he pulled it down with him, deeper into the dark water. The Brute fought for control, and even being much younger than Reth, he couldn’t seem to find a fighting position on one leg. Reth delivered a slow but painful punch to his jaw, followed by a lethal kick to the stomach. The Brute groaned and fell back, winded. It started to sink, but must have caught his breath for a moment, shooting back toward the surface. Once again, Reth pulled him down. This time he had to end it. Using his free hand, he curled his fingers around the Jiralhanae’s neck. It shook around, then let it’s limbs go limp. It sank to the bottom of the river.

Reth felt his lungs burning. He needed air, but didn’t dare swim up before the Banshees were gone. He waited there, legs tucked up to his chest, arms pushing up to keep him down. When he was sure they were gone, he sprang up to the surface and tasted the sweet air around him. He took it in, then lazily swam to the shore that was only a few yards away. He flopped down on the beach and tried to work his radio.

“Reth!” One of his Elite’s voice cut through him. He didn’t even know which one, he just needed to hear a voice.

“I’m alive,” he gasped, without much enthusiasm. “But not much. I need you to come find me, now.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And…”

“Yes, sir?”

“Don’t cross the river.”

Reth sighed and clicked off the system. He lay alone in the sand. The world had never seemed so quiet.

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I felt the chains cutting into my arms as I yanked on them.

“Help!” I screeched. No answer. There was a throbbing pain in the back of my head. I could taste the blood welling up inside my mouth already. I coughed it out gruesomely. How long had I been here? I couldn’t tell, nor could I tell when the white bomb with the blinking red light would go off. I scanned around the room, hoping to find something that could help me. I found nothing. I would die, bound to a rotten wood wall.

Rotten wood.

Could I break it? I kicked back with my right foot, hoping to crack into the material. I heard a small rustle, but no crack. It would break, but I needed time, and time was definitely not on my side right now. I could already imagine the blast, deafening and defeating…

No. I had to think positive. Again I lashed back with my left foot, then my right. The wood was growing weaker and weaker. If only I knew what time the bomb would go off! I didn’t stop to rest as my legs pounded against the wall behind me. I must have looked like a fool, too. I knew that didn’t matter. I thought of Anderson, of Burns and Kate, of Cholahee and Sikanoy, of Troy, Martin, and Sanchez. I couldn’t let them down now. They needed my help. I remembered sticking my sword through Kovalee; blasting the water at Janerus. I had strived to stay alive my entire life.

And I wouldn’t die now.

One final blow from my heel shattered the wood. I felt the chains on my wrists loosen, but I knew I couldn’t get out of them. I tore off past the bomb, striding as fast as my legs would carry me. The bomb seemed to glare at me as I left the room and slammed the door behind me using my toe.

I found myself in the same room that the Brute had knocked me out in. The crates were still strewn across the floor, the dead bodies still unmoving. My hands were still tied behind my back, forcing me to kick the door open. How much time did I have left? Most of the base looked deserted. I needed to keep moving.

I was confronted by the same Brute that had knocked me out.

He looked surprised to see me. I couldn’t even blame him.

“Why won’t you die?” he whined. Before he could yank the Spiker from his belt, the tip of my toe caught the soft flesh on his face. The Brute twisted and fell backward.

How much time had I wasted now? I was frantic, pushing back through the wood door and into the circular room where I had seen the Master Chief on the screen. I ran back through the narrow hallways and must have made a wrong turn, because this wasn’t the landing bay I had arrived in. Instead, a hangar stretched out in front of me.

And there was a Banshee, waiting for me.

I laughed and ran toward it, throwing myself in even if my hands were tied behind me. Using my chin, I started the Banshee.

Then everything happened at once.

The bomb had gone off. Even just a second later I could feel an intense heat rushing toward me. I whipped the throttle with my head and burst off in the Banshee just as the entire base was vaporized.

But the bomb didn’t stop doing destruction there. The back of my Banshee had sustained massive damage. Both wings were crooked and sparking. There was a sharp pain in my stomach from where part of the Banshee had been destroyed.
But the shock wave of the explosion continued. I gave a small, distant scream as I was swallowed by flame.

The next thing I knew, the Banshee was gone. I was flying by myself, my arms and legs outstretched. The world below me seemed distant and peaceful. For a moment I forgot about everything, hanging above clouds.

I screeched as I began my long descent down.
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The Bubble Shield died out just as the Scarab began its second devastating strike, only this time it was aimed for the base behind them. The blast radiation sent the group soaring in different directions. Anderson had left to get a Pelican at a good time, it seemed. The drop ship had been docked around the back of the base. He now ascended high over the newly shattered wood and metal that had been thrown into the air by the green flash. A ball of flame hung shadowed the world for a moment. If there had been something of extreme importance in that base, it was sure demolished now.

The group covered their heads as splinters of wood rained down. Burns dove to the side, narrowly avoiding the large metal rod that would have nailed him to the earth. Another explosion came from within the base, and the group was swallowed by sand and debris.
Anderson shook his head.

“Where the hell is my squid faced friend when I need him?” he asked himself. Out of the rearview mirror of the ship, what looked like a comet was heading toward them. It was driving down at amazing speed like some kind of mortar. Anderson cursed himself.

“Why did I have to ask?”

  • 11.01.2008 7:50 AM PDT

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Reth was now accompanied by the nine Elites he had brought with him to earth. They all sat on the beach for a moment. One of them sat up and pointed.

“By the Prophets…”

A fireball was heading down to earth, leaving a trail of smoke behind as it did. Something in Reth’s gut pained him. He remembered now; the luck of the devil, that was how the man had been described. This comet had the luck of the devil.

This comet was Solonee’s son.

Reth slammed his fist into the sand and staggered to his feet.

“Chart a course for that comet! We’ve found what we’re looking for!” he ordered. All nine of them nodded and returned to the Phantom. Reth stayed and watched the comet for a moment as if he was interested in something.

“Are you coming, Shipmaster?” an Elite asked, standing beside Reth, who only put a hand to his eyes for a moment.

“I swore to protect him.” He sighed, then stiffened. His eyes came into focus, and there was even a pinch of anger in his voice. “And I will, even if I die in the process.”

He strode off with the nine Sangheili.
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I couldn’t breathe.

The world had disappeared. There was no life. There was no death. Just peace and quiet.
Shapes twisted around me. Which way was up? Who knew? I was alone, in a world without sound. Was I dead?

No, I couldn’t get so lucky.

Suddenly the world came back into focus. Was I on fire? My body felt as if it had been dipped in lava. I was almost at the ground. Slowly, I steered myself. Land on an angle, that will help. Land straight down, you splat. I brought my legs down to angle myself so that I would slide through the sand. Could I do it? No! I was going to be split in half. Why was the base on fire? I slowly made out the giant walker that was still in front of the base. They hadn’t destroyed the Scarab yet.

The sensation ended. The sand rushed to meet me. I felt a devastating pain run through my entire body as I disappeared into the ground. I felt grains of sand swirl around me, and saw the faint shadow of the flash of my energy shields, the things that may have just saved my life.
The sandstorm that I had created lessened, and I could see again that I had survived.
But something else was falling from the sky. I noticed the scattered parts of the Banshee crashing down, just as the Scarab began its next strike. As it fired, the parts collided with the main cannon, which was almost as if the scarab had fired at itself. The cannon itself fell to earth, as well as the flaming Banshee parts. The entire war machine shook crazily, firing all of its turrets at once, but hitting nothing. The Scarab collapsed and pounded into the ground. I tilted my head back just as the explosion went off from inside the Scarab.

The radiation brushed against my cheek, burning into me. A flash of blue plasma showed me that the Scarab was done. When the sand finally glittered down, I heard the faint sound of a Pelican near by. I almost broke out laughing when I heard Anderson’s voice, and felt him and Troy lifting me to my feet.

“Boy, why do you always make a mess?” Anderson asked, patting me on the back. I felt a sharp pain, and he knew not to do that again. The two ODST’s lifted me into the Pelican and spread me out on three seats. I groaned and shook, knowing that I wouldn’t sleep much now.
One by one, the entire squad filed in, each of them giving me their own little greeting. I only nodded at each one of them that passed by.

I leaned back and thought the adventure was over.

But it had only just begun.

End Transmission

  • 11.01.2008 7:51 AM PDT
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  • 11.01.2008 8:04 PM PDT

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

He is lucky.

  • 11.02.2008 5:44 AM PDT
Subject: Halo: Heretic or Hero?----------------- An elite story
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Iam enjoying Halo Reach and revisiting some past Bungie games, iam a big fan of Bungie and their online community.

Very good.

  • 11.02.2008 6:41 AM PDT
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wow, i am soooooo glad i finally checked my inbox, the story is unbelievable. utterly incredible work, can NOT wait til the next installment

  • 11.03.2008 6:54 PM PDT
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please hurry.....also is reth a new character? Or did I miss him in the eearlier readings.

  • 11.05.2008 4:58 PM PDT

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Reth is a new character.

I'll get the next chapter up as quick as possible

Thanks,

---Murph

  • 11.06.2008 6:01 AM PDT
Subject: The Sangheili Chronicles------- Book II, Chapter 6 (UPDATED 11/1/08)
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This is -blam!-... insanely... ridiculously... epically...

AWESOME!!!

  • 11.06.2008 4:03 PM PDT

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Chapter 8

Whispers in The Dark


Covenant Holy City, High Charity.

Nine Years ago


My father clutched my wrist tightly as we walked across the sand. I finished wiping away the sun dried tears that had cascaded down my cheeks. We approached the Spirit drop ship that would take us away. I gritted my teeth so hard I thought they would snap out of my mouth. How could these monsters first take my mother, then take us away from our home world? My father shook me.

“Are you ready?”

“One cannot be ready for his own fate.” I remembered the words that my mother would always say. Even just striding along the sand of Sanghelios felt awkward when I knew she wasn’t there.

“I promise you, things will be better. I will arrange for a meeting.”

“Don’t.” I stopped dead in my tracks. “You’ll get yourself killed, just like her!”

“They won’t kill me, boy. Maybe object, but they won’t kill me…”

“What makes you think that? What makes you think you’re any more important than my mother? What makes you think they won’t have you executed, right on the spot?”

“ I have connections. Besides,just a moment ago, you were urging me to do something…” I ripped my hand from his grasp and stepped backwards. He could tell by my red hot glare that him holding on to me was out of the question.

“I thought better of it! I’ll fend for myself, and I don’t need your help!”

I turned and walked toward the Spirit by myself. Just what I needed now, another dead parent. I looked around. The docking bay was only a small ditch in the sand. Rising dunes were built around it, and the Spirit, shaped oddly with two thick purple wings with a blue energy source lingering in between, appeared before me. Another Sangheili waved me down.

“Is this your departure ship?”

“You could say that.”

He nodded and motioned for me to squeeze into a small, confined area. There were Sangheili strapped by a metal bar to the wall. I climbed in, brought my knees to my chest, and pulled the bar down.

No sooner was I fastened did I hear a hum of an engine and see that the ground was shrinking beneath me. I looked out and saw my father, still dressed in his standard Honor Guard armor. He gave a small wave. I didn’t wave back.

The half of the compartment I was crouched in was open. The other half swung up and attached to the top. I found myself inside the wing, in total darkness.

Nobody said a word for the whole trip. Nobody had anything to say. I felt a long, irritating sense of claustrophobia. My head was spinning. I closed my eyes and waited.


The journey had been three days.

I was awoken by the faint sound of something opening. I flickered my eyelids and looked forward: a small window had opened in front of me. Through it, I saw Satin’s residence.

“What is it?” I murmured, somewhat to myself.

“High Charity.”

I turned to the Sangheili that had spoken next to me. He must have known from my expression that I had no idea what it was.

“It is a Covenant space station, almost like a home world for all races of the galactic religion.”

I nodded slowly. The station was half- oval shaped at the top, but only a long, narrow strand by the bottom. Stars flashed above and behind it. Carriers and other departing and arriving ships floated by it. Ten minutes later, the Spirit boosted into a hangar and sank down to the steel ground.

The compartment slowly tilted open. I was momentarily blinded as the sudden light burst through me. I lifted the bar above my head again and climbed out after the rest of my kind.
The primary colors of the walls and doors were purple, and only purple. I looked around as our group, led by the man that had brought me to the Spirit, strode through empty hallways and deserted auditoriums. Finally, we arrived at a small semi section of the station, where we mixed in with hundreds of other Sangheili. I was led to a purple room with a soft leather mattress and a cheap wooden box that was supposedly an altar. They wouldn’t get a prayer out of me anytime soon.

I rested on the bed for a few minutes until the door to my room swung open. My father stood in the doorway.

“You made the journey fine, then?”

I didn’t answer.

“I have called for an assembly.”

“You what?

I rolled my fingers into a fist. I swung my left leg and kicked the altar over.

“Why?”

“Because it’s time for a change.”

He left the room.
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“Make camp. We’ll need a place to rest for the night.”

Anderson had landed the pelican and escorted everyone out but Sol. The boy needed some sleep before he got up again. Hell, he had fallen from four hundred feet in the air! If he hadn’t landed on exactly the angle he did, he’d be long dead.

They had landed seven miles east of Crow’s Nest on the edge of a mountain. The grasslands, as well as the view from the cliff were beautiful. The sun just barely peeked over the endless jungle beneath them. It was almost nighttime. The group started a campfire using twigs and Hunter’s lighter. Soon, they were all gathered around the fire.

“Well, that was fun,” Anderson remarked, plopping down next to Burns.

“We’d best connect with the Lord Hood. Tell him we survived,” said Hunter.

“To tell the truth, I don’t think Hood would give a damn if we were alive or not. We did fail to protect his base,” Martin replied, sighing gently inside his helmet.

“Well, where are we going?” Cholahee asked, drawing closer to the fire. All of them shrugged in unison.

“I say we start north toward Voi. With the Covenant pounding in from the south, they probably fled that way,” Kate offered. She and Burns sat opposite each other, the best they could do to avoid suspicions.

Anderson nodded. “That seems like a good…” he didn’t finish. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something move. For a moment he was silent.

“There’s something there,” he said, pointing over to a small, spiraling dirt trail that led higher up the mountain.

  • 11.08.2008 1:36 PM PDT
Subject: Halo: Heretic or Hero?----------------- An elite story

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Anderson, Burns, and Hunter stood up. Two Battle Rifles and a Shotgun were aimed at to the corner Anderson had pointed at.

“Show yourself!"

Out from the bush crawled a peculiar boy, dressed in blood stained and dirty rags. He had dark skin and was fairly short, probably only about thirteen years old. He hesitated, then walked toward the unlikely set of campers. Anderson looked from Hunter to Burns, to the boy. The other six approached the three.

“Do you speak English?” Anderson asked, dropping his Shotgun and kneeling down next to the African boy.

“Yes.”

Anderson scratched his grizzled chin thoughtfully. “May I ask, why were you spying on us?”

“I was not spying.”

“Weren’t you? What were you doing then?”

“I was lost,” the boy didn’t smile, nor did he frown. He simply stood in place and spoke blandly, but with a heavy African accent. His dark hair was buzzed all around.

“I see. What’s your name, boy?”

“Ma name is Kari.”

“Well, Kari, since you’re here, would you like to camp out with us tonight?”

Kari raised his eyebrows. He gave a small smile and nodded.

“Okay.”

“Right. You can explain yourself later. Right now, we feast!”

The group cheered and laughed.

Just then, the Pelican’s door was swung open. The Elite in the doorway limped over to the campfire. The group fell silent as he settled down beside the fire.

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I looked up to see all of them staring back at me. I forced a smile and waved. Cholahee and Sikanoy got up and came to sit on both sides of me.

“How are you feeling?” Cholahee asked.

“Better, somewhat. My head hurts.”

“As does mine, especially after I was told we’d be eating bloody human food,” Sikanoy sneered. I laughed and shook my head.

“I can’t believe it’s come to this.”

“To what?”

“Nine years ago, I was like any other Sangheili child. I played in the sand, I helped my mother. Now I’m… I’m some kind of weapon. Some kind of war-machine for a war that I would never have cared for six months ago. Anderson, Burns… they’ve all changed. Everything’s different than what it was three weeks ago.”

“I wish Zanakee was here. He’d have something wise to say about this,” Cholahee said distantly. I shuddered when I remembered the two’s SpecOps officer, who had died while fighting alongside me against Kovalee.

“I don’t think anyone can say anything now, Cholahee. That Brute Chieftain… I knew him. He was my torturer when my father was killed.”

“Ah, yes. He seemed like a charming fellow, the way he ordered the Scarab to kill us, then fled in a Phantom,” Sikanoy remarked.

“What? You mean he’s alive right now?”

“Yes. Why?”

I shook my head and muttered to myself. Why did it seem like everyone I tried to kill just didn’t die?

Anderson approached me. A young boy trudged along behind him, dressed in raggedy clothing.

“Hey, you’re up. This is Kari, he’s lost.”

“Oh? How are you, Kari?” I tried to be as kind as I could, outstretching a hand to him. He stared at me with deep burrowing brown eyes. I pulled my hand back slowly.

“We’re camping here for the night. Tomorrow, we start for the city of Voi,” Anderson told me. “You’d best get some sleep. You’ve had a rough few days.”

“I’m fine,” I answered blankly. I stood up and walked to the edge of the cliff, looking out into the night sky.

Anderson laid a hand on my shoulder. “You’ve done well enough, Sol. Your father would have been proud.”

“Thanks… wait, hang on…” I turned to him with a puzzled look on my face. “I don’t believe I’ve ever mentioned my father to you. How could you possibly know he’s dead?”

Anderson shot a hasty look over to the campfire. His eyes had met Hunter’s back. He turned back to me. “Well, we should probably get some food.”

Without another word, he turned and started away. I stood there and watched him drop to the ground beside Hunter. He whispered something in the Lieutenant’s ear. Hunter gave him a stern look before burying his face in his right hand. Anderson walked off.

I clenched my teeth.

There was something they weren’t telling me.

Something big.

End Transmission


  • 11.08.2008 1:37 PM PDT
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I read it all inn the last twenty minutes or so. It's pretty damn good man... I especially like Anderson and Burns, cause they're just ridiculously awesome. I like to write too, but I don't think I could ever match this. How long has this been pinned? I'm on a new account (no, I'm not completely nooby) and I never noticed this! You should get a lot more credit for writing all of this.

I also like the whole flashback stuff. And, for some reason, I don't trust this Lieutenant Hunter :D.

Nice work. I'm saving this.

  • 11.08.2008 3:55 PM PDT

DIUTYAUSDPOI

340083 Coagulated Derelict

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

Nice chapter i see you are keeping us suspensed(?)again.

[Edited on 11.09.2008 8:07 AM PST]

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good edition , im waiting for more.

this story just keeps getting better and better.

  • 11.09.2008 5:17 PM PDT
Subject: Halo: Heretic or Hero?-----------------

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“Boy, why do you always make a mess?” Anderson asked, patting me on the back. I felt a sharp pain, and he knew not to do that again. The two ODST’s lifted me into the Pelican and spread me out on three seats. I groaned and shook, knowing that I wouldn’t sleep much now.
One by one, the entire squad filed in, each of them giving me their own little greeting. I only nodded at each one of them that passed by.

Damn it chief, why do you always have to jump, one day you're gonna land on something as stubborn as you are!

Lucky lucky Sol... great work sarge.

  • 11.09.2008 5:54 PM 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!

Posted by: crazy brat10
“Boy, why do you always make a mess?” Anderson asked, patting me on the back. I felt a sharp pain, and he knew not to do that again. The two ODST’s lifted me into the Pelican and spread me out on three seats. I groaned and shook, knowing that I wouldn’t sleep much now.
One by one, the entire squad filed in, each of them giving me their own little greeting. I only nodded at each one of them that passed by.

Damn it chief, why do you always have to jump, one day you're gonna land on something as stubborn as you are!

Lucky lucky Sol... great work sarge.


Ha, I was wondering when someone was gonna catch on to that...

I don't know, but when I thought of the right person to be Sol's friend, Johnson immediately struck me, but I knew I couldn't use him in my story. I changed the first syllable of the name, and bam, hence the name Anderson.

Thank you for reading that far haha... you wouldn't imagine the number of people that read the first two sentences before getting bored and running to the Halo 3 Forum.

  • 11.10.2008 4:08 PM PDT