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Halo: Heretic or Hero---An Elite's Story
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Posted by: Gazas
Is it ok if I make a book cover for it if I ever get bored?



That would be great! I'm not much of an artist, so it would be a great help if someone could create that for me.


If you can, thats great. If not, thats absoloutly fine, seeing as how its not a requirement.

  • 08.03.2008 10:29 AM PDT
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chapter 6 was preaty nice,keep it up

  • 08.03.2008 11:40 AM PDT
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hey murph im making a story of my own do u think our characters can meet up

  • 08.03.2008 11:42 AM PDT

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Possibly do you mind if I have a bit of info about your characters first?


Then maybe, or maybe part 2 so that I can really develop that character.

  • 08.03.2008 11:47 AM PDT

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Hey, this is pretty good!

It's not quite as war-like as it could be, but it's still a good read.

I was writing a Fan-Fic, then stopped for a while, but I might go back and pick it up again. It was alright.

When's the next part gonna be up?

[Edited on 08.03.2008 1:51 PM PDT]

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w0w!!
this is so great

  • 08.03.2008 2:45 PM PDT
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Cool chapter, even without much action in this chapter, it is very well typed so far. Anyway, though I hate Zens Kovalee, he is very cool, and determineded elite.

  • 08.03.2008 2:47 PM PDT

Very good story.

  • 08.03.2008 3:28 PM 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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  • 08.03.2008 4:32 PM PDT

Halo: Heretic or Hero---An Elite's Story
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tommorow

  • 08.03.2008 5:48 PM PDT

-Dual-

keep it up man ur story's great

  • 08.04.2008 12:05 AM PDT

pretty decent story so far. a suggestion-make a link to each chapter in the OP. that way new readers can acess each chapter easier.

  • 08.04.2008 5:27 AM PDT

Halo: Heretic or Hero---An Elite's Story
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Chapter 7

We Must Protect this House... Better.


"It was my fault, then," I asked Hampton over my COM system. He was infront of me by about ten feet, but we couldn't talk to each other regularly over the roar of the Warthog. Only Moments ago, he had explained to me what had gone on at the BeeHive in my absence. He told me about how Kovalee had stormed in, asking for me. When they had not handed me over, he resorted to blowing the rocks that held the base to pieces.

"I'm sorry. If I had stayed, they would all be alive," I bellowed into the COM system, choking back a tear; my acts of selfishness almost cost me the only people that I trusted.

"Its not your fault. This war does horrible things to people, and its nobodys fault," he replied. In his voice, I could feel a hint of Anderson himself, how he didn't blame me, as others had done many times before, but forgave me.

"My point exactly. Is Burns awake yet?"

"No, but he's showing some signs of waking, then just drifts back to sleep. He was hit pretty hard with that Plasma shot. Its lucky he survived. How is Anderson?" he asked. It seemed as if there was no worry in his voice. Then again, he must have been experienced with things like this.

"He's still breathing, but hasn't woken yet. I'm worried. It's been almost four days since the battle, and he hasn't shown one sign of him waking." I replied, looking again into the passengers seat only to see Anderson strapped against the seat, unconsious.

"Just hang tight. We'll be at our new base soon, and I'm sure he'll recieve plenty of help."

We continued down the dirt path, unaware that we were being watched the whole time.
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One by one the Brutes went down, yelling and charging at Kovalee, who had fire in his eyes, slashing anything that came his way. It didn't take long for the battle to be narrowed down to Kovalee and one more Brute, who was armed only with his bare fists, although he didn't intend to use them.

"You will tell me what I want to know, and I will let you live, unlike the rest of your mates," he said, looking around at all the motionless gorilla bodies laying on the ground. He snickered at the pools of blood.

The Brute backed up to the wall, as Kovalee pursued him, keeping the bright energy blade at his neck the entire time.

"What is it you want to know?" the Brute asked, trapped between the wall and Kovalee's fury.

"This Changing of the Guard, what is it?"

"Two days ago, the noble Prophet of Truth announced that the Sangheili were to be replaced by the Jiralhanae as the Covenant's warriors and protectors,"

Kovalee growled so loud that the hair rose on the Brute's neck, skimming the blade. Kovalee shook his head in disbelief, but did not move the sword.

"And now, your filthy race is trying to eliminate the Sangheili? Why not put you in charge and be done with it? Let us continue to fight?"

The brute breathed hard, "The Hierarchs do not trust your kind, after the noble Regret's assassination."

Kovalee growled longer and louder than before.

"And what if I were to return to High Charity right now, and kill Truth himself?"

"Well, actually...sir... High Charity is being breached by the Parasite as we speak," bellowed the Brute.

Kovalee looked like he wanted blood, but held his temper for a few moments, Kovalee pulled the blade back, but his eyes fixed upon the Brute.

"You left out a very important detail, didn't you? Care to tell me anything else?"

The Brute shook his head.

"Well then, I guess we're finished here," said Kovalee. The Brute started to move forward off of his immobile place when Kovalee swung around. The ruthless Elite Ultra stabbed into the Brute's furry hide, silencing him.
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"Is that it?" I asked, gazing at a large, metal structure that, unlike the BeeHive, was totally visible. Couldn't anybody, at any given time, attack?

"Nope. Thats not even half of it," claimed Hampton. "It goes underground almost two hundred feet. I wouldn't really call it a base, it's more of the weapons manufacturing place, but its the best we've got. It was constructed before we got here."

All three of our Warthogs pulled up against the side of the structure.

"Is there a door?" I asked, scanning the wall as Anderson had done with the BeeHive.

Hampton climbed out of the Warthog, brushing dirt off his grey medic suit. "Yeah, but this one is not so easy to find. Theres a hatch leading down underground, but it's buried under a ton of dirt. It could take hours, days to..."

"Found it," called a Marine from the other side of the Warthogs. I looked over. It was the Marine that despised against me for simply being the race that killed his brother.

Hampton shook his head, defeated.

We climbed down the hatch, the two marines that I didn't know, the one that hated me, Hampton, with Burns in his arms, and me, carrying Anderson.

The moment we were all down, six soldiers with SMGs hustled in front of an automatic door and took aim. I tried my best to hide behind Hampton, knowing that they would shoot an Elite at sight.

"This is ONI personnel only! You have thirty seconds to leave, or we will take action!" yelled the guard in front, decked out in battle armor.

"You don't understand, we're survivors of the BeeHive attack!" yelled Hampton. The lead guard was unimpressed.

"I have orders sir, and if you do not exit the building in twenty seconds, we will shoot," said the guard.

Hampton stood his ground. "We will not leave! Please, we need help! We have two injured soldiers, and no base!"

"Ten...nine...eight...seven...six...five...four...three. .." I couldn't stand there any longer. I put Anderson down, slid out from behind Hampton, and leaped straight at the guard, knocking his gun up and out of his hands, then pushing him over into the other five.

"Stop! Stop!" yelled a man in a grey Captains suit, waving his arms as he came through the door.

"You can come through. In the name of god, what were you thinking, Wesley?" he asked the six foot five guard, laying on top of his crew.

"Sir, they have an Elite with 'em! He can't be trusted with the b-..." his voice trailed off, shooting a suspicious glare at me.

"That is Private Solonee! He's on our side! And these people, they're the survivors of the BeeHive attack!" yelled the Captain. He turned to us. "I'm so sorry I had to put you through that. Follow me, bring your wounded," he finished. Hampton and I looked at each other, then shrugged

The hallway seemed to be a maze of obstacles: there were security devices placed in every corridor. Just as Wesley had, every Marine shot me a look of hate and suspicion. I showed no emotion, as if I hadn't seen them at all.

When we got to a locked door, the Captain entered a code on the keypad, opening the door and revealing a giant room, similar to the BeeHive, but not as empty. Instead, it was filled to the top with crates and boxes.

Everywhere, there were walls of Grenades, Battle Rifles, SMG's, Shotguns, and many other Human weaponry I had no intel on. There was also a wall of Energy weapons, probably collected from dead Covenant.

There were weapons like giant lasers, turrets, and so many more. Even a whole wall of armor plating, the same the Demon had been wearing when I had seen him.

"I suggest you take a look around. It doesn't look like you have too many weapons on hand," said the Captain. The Humans ran toward the nearest weapon wall, picking out weapons of their choice. I stayed behind.

The Captain approached me, a smile spread across his face.

"Not to big on weapons, eh?"

I sighed, "No. Not at all."

The Captain wasn't dissapointed. He only nodded.

"Wanna know what's in that room over there?" he asked, pointing at a large door that had AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY on the front.

I shrugged my shoulders, then nodded, even though I couldn't care less.

His grin widened, and walked over to it, typing in a long number that had at least sixteen digits.

When it opened, he quickly grabbed my arms and pulled me in, quickly pressing the CLOSE button on the opposite side, obviously not wanting anyone to see into the room.

I turned around and looked at something, resembling a giant Plasma Grenade. It was being held down by several wires, all sorts of machines surrounding it.

I was speechless.

"This here is a bomb that the UNSC has had from the beggining of the conflict, codename Last Resort. When fired, this baby will slowly detonate. Small explosions at first, but in time, about twenty minutes exactly, you'll get the big bang. Now, the Office of Naval Intelligence wouldn't want me telling you all of this, but you deserve a little treat. I heard you were one of those Honor Guard things before you joined us. Just so you know, you're the first UNSC Marine thats not human."

I shook my head, gazing back at the bomb. It wasn't even armed, and I could feel the sting of the explosion by just looking at it.

There was a loud thud, and a Marine's shrill voice echoing through the building, coming from the entrance. The Captain whipped around.

"Someone's here."


End Transmisson


Only three chapters left till the Finale!




[Edited on 09.10.2008 4:29 PM PDT]

  • 08.04.2008 6:45 AM PDT

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very good the next chapter should be intense

  • 08.04.2008 7:44 AM PDT
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My characters(Cholahee-a spec-ops elite & Sikanoy an ultra elite) are on high charity fighting brutes and then the flood attacks they bust a phantom and head for halo the location of solanee to join him

  • 08.04.2008 8:16 AM PDT

"I don't have time Phfor this"
I pledge to punch all switches, to admit the existence of no level but total carnage, AND TO NEVER LEAVE A SINGLE BOB ALIVE!

That was a great chapter cant wait to see what happens next. Oh and by the way does he ever meet up with the Master Chief? That would be cool

  • 08.04.2008 9:41 AM PDT

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in the next story, following Heretic or Hero
Posted by: Spartan 11117 2
That was a great chapter cant wait to see what happens next. Oh and by the way does he ever meet up with the Master Chief? That would be cool

  • 08.04.2008 1:44 PM PDT

Great!

  • 08.04.2008 2:12 PM PDT
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when you get the next story up and running pm me.

  • 08.04.2008 3:01 PM PDT

Halo: Heretic or Hero---An Elite's Story
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Chapter 8

Reunion


"Defend this battle station at all costs! More importanly, defend Last Resort!" yelled the Captain, running back out into the large room, sprinting for the nearest Battle Rifle.

From outside the entrance, I could hear solid thudding noises, probably footsteps, coming closer and closer to our position. I ran outside the bomb room, drawing Kovalee's energy sword from my belt, ready to pouce if I met its owner again.

A familiar voice could be heard throughout the room, echoing off the walls.

"Please! We mean no harm!" it yelled. I knew I had heard it recently, but couldn't place it. Nineteen Marines jumped to the scene, looking around for the Elite who had been pleading with them.

"Lower your weapons! We mean no harm!" he yelled again. The door opened, but no one was there.

"Marines, lock all the doors. It's invisible!" yelled the Captain, looking for shimmers in the air.

Seconds later, the small metal door closed. Everyone in the room held their breath, waiting for something to pop out of the air and start shooting.

"Guns at the ready!" yelled the Captain.

Suddenly, I was kicked in the ankle, causing me to colapse backward, losing the sword.An Elite held a Plasma Rifle to my head.
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Betrayed. Decieved. Cheated.

That was all Kovalee could think about on board the Phantom, filled from wall to wall with dead Brutes. Since he had attacked, it had been on Auto-Pilot. The Brutes were most likely scanning the ring, not looking any place in particular, for Elites, hoping to wipe them out, as the Prophets had ordered them.

Kovalee took control of the Phantom, flying around, bored. What was he to do now? He had no idea where Solonee was, he was probably wanted, and he couldn't return to High Charity. To him, there were two paths to take: one was to abandon the war, and return to Sanghelios, and the other, to kill himself, taking everyone else down with him. How to do this, though, he did not know.

But what? What could he do to kill all them all? One by one would take far too long, although he was confident that he could do it. Then it hit him. Since the beggining of the conflict, rumors had been going around that the Humans possesed a bomb that could wipe out three fourths of the Covenant.

"It must be on this ring," he muttered to himself. He had flown quite a long time now. The landscape of Halo was a sight to see, with all the ancient Forerunner ruins and waterfalls, and of course, the mountains. If there was ever a place that he would arm that bomb, it would be the mountains, simply because he enjoyed looking down on the world below, looking back at the past, and forward into the future.

Then, all the calm and serenity was sucked out of him as he returned to his violent, merciless state. Thoughts of death and killing invaded his mind. Soon he would pull the trigger on the end of the universe, born as a god, and dying as one.
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I didn't move an inch, afraid to be mistaken and shot to death. I tried my best to glimpse up at the attacker, but couldn't.

"Listen, or I kill him," said the Elite, sounding somewhat annoyed after being assumed as a killer.

It finally came back to me. The voice was that of the Special Operations Officer that had brought me to the armory that day, then sent me a message, saying that I wouldn't escape.

Half of them dropped their guns, half took aim, ready to fire on the Captains command.

"Call them off, or he dies!" yelled the Officer.

"At ease," said the Captain, although he never took his finger off the trigger of his Battle Rifle.

"Thank you. We are not here to hurt you, but to aid you," he said.

The Captain raised his eyebrows so high I thought they were going to slip of his head.

" We? You mean to tell me you brought more than one person into my station?" said the Captain, ignoring the part about helping them.

Despite the Captain's question, the Officer continued. Seconds later, seven SpecOps Elites appeared behind him, all staring back at the nineteen Marines.

"On the way back to our ship, we were attacked by a pack of Brutes. Six Elites, and all of our Grunts were lost,"

"I couldn't care less," said the Captain.

"I'm not finished. We got information out of one of them. Our race is no longer part of the Covenant, and we are being hunted down,"

The Captain was still unimpressed. Although the Officer had taken his gun off me moments ago, I still layed on the floor, just to be sure.

The Captain looked like he was about order his Marines to kill them all, when the Officer got one more statement in.

"We wish to aid you. We shall be your pawns. We shall sacrifice our lives for you. Anything is better than fighting alone,"

Everyone waited for the Captains orders. His pale face looked blank, as if he were confused.

"I don't think so," he said, raising the Battle Rifle.

"And I think that decision is Bullcrap!" yelled yet another voice, entering from the accessible side of the locked door.

Sergeant Major William Anderson, entered the room, followed by Private Joseph J. Burns.

Gasps came from the Marines. I rose to my feet, unable to stand correctly with the rush of happiness flowing through my body.

Anderson walked straight over to the Captain, coming so close that he had to back up a step to avoid being knocked on his back.

"These people are offering you their valuable skills, and you turn it away? That's said, Conners,"

Conners was speechless, looking around the room, hoping to find an excuse to why they could not join their side.

"Well... They're the race that we've been fighting..."

"Yes, and Sol is not an Elite, he's a human that got surgery so he could have four lips," snapped Anderson, angered at Conner's racist excuse.

After that, Conners put up no argument. Anderson was in charge now.

"We'd be glad to have you on the squad..."

"Zanakee. Rymn Zanakee," said the Officer.

"Right. Another double 'e' fellow. Good to have you here,"

There was an awkward silence. No one knew what to do. Twenty- two Humans, nine Sangheili, and one bomb, that still scared me, even from this room.

"Well, I guess we'd better get going. We'll take four elites, you guys take five. Call us if you need us," said Anderson, exiting the giant room made only of weapons, followed by the rest of our squad.

I hesitated for a moment, looking back at the room that held the bomb. Something told me the worst was yet to come.
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A tiny Human outpost came into view from the front of the Phantom. Perfect. It looked like there were only four soldiers in the entire outpost. Even better.

The Phantom was under light fire from the one turret that stood in front of the small metal, circular base.

Kovalee could have taken them all down with the gun attached to the Phantom, but it was more fun this way.

He descended down onto a grassy plain beside the base, and drew his energy sword.

"Stand your ground! Theres only one!" yelled a soldier, firing a Magnum at the Ultra headed toward them, slowly, steadily,

deadly.

With each step, he advanced faster and faster toward the base, until he was finally in a full out sprint, and came within range of the Humans.

Kovalee swung the sword wildly, striking two Humans closest to him, each going down like bowling pins.

The one on the turret fired wildly at him for almost four seconds.

"Damn, this thing won't die!" he yelled. Kovalee heaved the Plasma Grenade he had been keeping on his belt directly onto the turret. The Human tried to get off, but wasn't quick enough, and was taken by the explosion.

Finally, the last had been firing an SMG at him, hoping silence the Ultra. But nothing seemed to work. As the brave soldier held his ground, Kovalee approached him, swiping the enry sword from low to high, breaking the weapon in half.

The Human was horrified by the broken SMG, and turned around, attempting to escape, only to trip and fall.

This was the chance.

Kovalee picked him up and held him against the metal base, the blade pointed at his face.

"I want to know one thing. Where is the bomb you scumbags have been hiding?" asked Kovalee, getting straigh to the point. The Marine looked frightened by this question, as if he wasn't going to tell, as if he couldn't tell.

"I don't know," he bellowed, not moving his mouth in fear of skimming the blade

Kovalee knocked him against the wall, then picked him up again, this time letting the very tip of the blade skim across his chest.

The Marine screamed in pain, his face turning bright red, holding back tears. There was nothing worse then being struck by an energy sword and living.

"Okay, Okay! I'll tell you where it is, but please, please don't do that again!" he screamed, ashamed of himself.

Kovalee laughed a laugh that could only come from a figure of pure evil, amused by the screaming Marine.

The destruction of the Human race, the Covenant, and all others would soon be in his hands.

End Transmission


Again, that chapter was another thing we'll need for the Finale, so plz dont be mad because there wasnt much action. Believe me, you'll get plenty in the Finale, which is only two chapters away!

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Posted by: aledog1
win

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  • 08.04.2008 3:46 PM PDT
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wow this has come a long way.keep it up.

  • 08.04.2008 4:53 PM PDT

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  • 08.04.2008 5:16 PM PDT