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The Pillar of Autumn, just off of Delta Halo.



They had been on alert for at least 12 hours now, Lieutenant-Commander Kohsar mused. Even with his deprivation of sleep however, he and the other men of the 126th company remained alert and combat-ready. They had made random jumps from Reach and had arrived above...well, none of the ODSTs never really knew what it was. Kohsar watched as their commander Colonel Reiys Jackson paced around the armory, glancing at viewscreens as he passed. Kohsahr leaned over to his friend Jori. "Wish he'd stop pacing. It's making me nervous, though it probably shouldn't It is Reiys after all." He whispered with a chuckle. Jori grinned. "Ain't that the truth," He said in his thick british accent. Colonel Jackson was not very highly respected among the 126th. He preferred to lead from behind and had advanced in rank only because his father was a four starred-general.



Suddenly alarms sounded and red lights lit up. The ODSTs didn't jump; they didn't flinch; they didn't cry out. They checked their rifles and stood up. Kohsahr Kayda and the other three members of his squad, Jori Stalen, Taruk Birns, Laren Davidson, and their leader, Salofen Reiner, walked to their exit door. They looked back at the colonel and saw sweat on his face. "Alright...everyone, get to your pods. Captain Keyes is going to try to ride the ship down, but the rest of us are to drop onto that...ring world and establish a base. Got it?"



"Sir yes sir!" They all echoed.

"Why are you all still here?"

"Sir, moving out, sir!" They all shouted and raced out of the barracks.



Kohsahr pounded down the corridor behind Salofen towards their "man-cans", as they called them. Their boots clanked on the metal decking. Kohsahr slapped a magazine into his BR-55 and checked the silencer on his submachine gun. It had a good attachment and was clear to fire.

"Sergeant Reiner, wait up! Listen." Taruk said in his irish accent. Salofen turned and amplified his helmet's sound modifier. He heard it alright, the sound of something hitting the hull. Something that wasnt a burst of plasma.

"Stack up!" He ordered and slammed himself against the wall. He reached for his Portable Communications Unit (PCU). "This is Sergeant Reiner to all crew members! We have borders coming in right by Drop Bay 55-C! Someone check the hull for more." The rest of the squad glued themselves to the wall just as the boarding tube broke threw the row of drop pods, shattering them.







O'sala Nomee hissed in satisfaction as the breaching tube of the Spirit-2 boarding craft penetrated the hull of the UNSC cruiser. His second in command, O'fara Samolee walked up to him. "The human technology astounds me. The shells of their ships break apart like a shard of glass." He said in his deep, gutteral voice. O'sala nodded and drew his plasma rifle. "For the honor of the Sangheili." He whispered.

"For the honor of the Sangheili." agreed O'fara. O'sala slapped the button on the breaching tube, opening it up. He roared a battle cry and charged out from the craft. His cry was cut off in mid-speach though. O'fara watched in horror as a flurry of bullets blew O'sala's lower jaw right off and reduced him to a heap of blue blood, organs, and miscelaneous bits of armor and flesh. O'fara took cover in the tube and lobbed a plasma grenade out.



Kohsahr saw the blue grenade fly out towards them a few seconds after he blew the red armored elite apart. "-blam!-!" He heard Salofen roar, and they all sprinted backwards. The plasma grenade exploded and he felt heat wash over him, but was otherwise unharmed. A horde of grunts surged out. Laren layed into them with his Heavy Automatic Machine Gun (HAMG) and purple blood painted the walls. Kohsahr saw a hand reaching out of the boarding tube and fired a burst at it with his BR-55. He heard a roar and saw it drop to the ground...almost. It hung there by a thread of sinew. All of the ODSTs winced in disgust. The elite tumbled out of the craft and they lit him up together.



O'fara stepped out of the dropship and screamed in pain and horror as he saw his hand fly away from his wrist. He felt an Unggoy hand shove him out of the tube and then only pain. A second horde of grunts swarmed over his body and out of tube, most falling dead the minuted they stepped out. Still, they kept coming.



Taruk swore as he saw even more grunts pouring out. The squad huddled together and kept firing. "Sir, this isn't working!" Jori shouted over the noise. Salofen bit his lip and nodded. "Listen up. They smashed their ship right into our drop pods; we can't get our entire platoon out on them. You all contact the rest of them, I will try to get close enough to lob a grenade into that boarding tube!" He said. Jori whipped out his PCU and Salofen leaped towards the aliens, sitting facing his squad and pushing an overturned table behind him as a barricade. Low-powered plasma pistol shots thudded into it but had little effect. He lobbed a frag grenade behind him and reached for another one.





Karkotus stalked down the boarding tube, spike rifle in hand. He was new to the covenant ranks, as were all the Jiralhanae. His brown fur had never earned him respect from his fellow Brutes, despite his strength. Thus, he had been sent on a lowly boarding mission while the rest of his kind prepared for an assault on earth.
He rolled out of the tube to see a human sitting behind a metal object sliding towards them! He roared in anger and amusement and lifted his spike rifle.



Kohsahr fired too late. The spikes punched right through the table...and Sergeant Reiner. He saw their leader scream in pain, but still he kept pushing and moving backwards. Kohsahr drew a bead on the gorilla-like thing's head and fired, dropping it to the ground with the second burst. Sergeant Reiner was now as close as he was going to get to the tube, and lobbed in the grenade. Everyone ducked.



[Edited on 05.04.2009 9:04 PM PDT]

  • 04.12.2009 7:37 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Hard Contact: Delta Halo [Part 1]

You've made a flaw with this. Too many new Characters at once. You should try to introduce them in ones or twos, rather than around ten at once. Good stuff though, keep it up.

  • 04.12.2009 7:57 PM PDT

Thanks, I have been reading yours as well. I felt the ODSTs all sort of had to be introduced at once. The covies...I could have just made them generics, but I thought that giving them a name and some dialogue might make it a bit more interesting.

Thanks for the advice, I will take it to heart.

  • 04.12.2009 8:00 PM PDT

Excellant. You should keep this up. How would you like to join a Fan Fiction group I'm in? We always welcome new members.

Fan Fic Factor

Hope to see you there.

  • 04.12.2009 8:04 PM PDT

Part 2
The explosion rocked the corridor and covenant bodies flew out of the breached hull. Sergeant Reiner screamed in pain as the table flew at the breach, the spikes tearing through his chest. He grabbed for one of the levers on the HEVs and held on. The table hit the breach and slamed into the edges of the tube, offering a small barricade. The other four ODSTs rushed to their sergeant and helped him to his feet. "Unhh...it hurts..." He murmered. "Don't talk, mate." Jori said, putting an arm around Salofen. "You'll be alright." he said. Salofen looked to Kohsahr. "Kohsahr...you're in charge. The pods are out...you'll need to get out on a pelican...that means i'll just slow you...unhh...down. Put me in the last one...come find me once you're on...the ground...thats an order!" he growled. Kohsahr bit his lip and nodded. "Laren, open up that can and rig some serious shock webbing!" He ordered, sliding Salofen over towards it. Laren put his HAMG down and began unlocking the HEV. The door popped open and Laren helped Kohsahr get the sergeant into the pod. "You take care of yourself sir!" Kohsahr said and snapped Salofen in. "Last time...I checked lieutenant...I was giving the orders." He said with a small chuckle. Kohsahr grinned and slammed the HEV shut. He reached for his PCU. "Lieutenant Kohsahr here, HEV 165-B6 is ready to drop, over!" He turned to the other members of the squad-now HIS squad. "The nearest hangar is about ten minutes away. We can cut that down by going around the service tunnels and taking a 'hog. Lets move!"

They ran down the hall to the reinforced door marked "Maintenance Access-Restricted". Kohsahr tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge. Laren moved up on instinct and slammed his boot into it. The door burst open and the four ODSTs ran out, scanning for a garage. Taruk pointed to one and they moved to it. "Laren, whats the code for these things?" Jori asked. Laren grinned under his helmet and pulled out a pack of C-4 explosives. "This." He said.
A few minutes later they were crammed into a warthog. It had no turret to make room for crates of maintenance tools, but also could seat several people. Kohsahr sat shotgun, Jori drove, and Taruk and Laren sat in the back. Kohsahr leaned back to the others to say something...and stopped.

The sangheili saw the warthog coming a while before they would have seen him. He drew out a plasma pistol...then stopped. A wide grin spread across his face. No, a frontal attack on the vehicle wouldn't work. He slapped a button on his rist and watched his body vanish.

Kohsahr stared at the patch of air...it...looked like something was there. Then he saw a flicker of energy and he realized what was going on. Kohsahr grabbed a knife from his sleeve and hurled it at the air in front of Taruk. "Bloody hell!" Jori yelled in shock as the knife hit something in midair...and an elite appeared in back of the 'hog. It jumped towards the drivers seat but Kohsahr lunged and body-checked the thing. Taruk and Laren didn't fire, in fear of hitting Kohsahr. "Shoot, damn it you bastards, shoot!" He yelled. They still didn't, and the elite drew a small handgun and pressed it to Kohsahr's chest. Adrenaline pumped through the lieutenant's body and he suddenly shoved the elite to his feet and tackled him off of the 'hog! His pistol was immediately out and blowing the elite's chest into nothingness. He turned back to the 'hog, already far away. It began to circle back to him, but he knew that if they came back for him they wouldn't make it to the hangar. He saw that the lone elite hadn't been so alone after all as well; two blue armored creatures made of...what looked like...orange worms were headed towards them. He turned back to the hog and began flapping his arms frantically. "Go, GO GO!" He hollered and the hog reversed, heading once again towards the hangar.

Jori couldn't believe it, Kohsahr was telling them to leave him behind! He turned back, but then he saw the two hunters. Fear appeared in his eyes and he floored the vehicle, heading down the tunnel at top speed.

The two Lekgolo charged at the human, roaring a challenge. Kohsahr smiled at them and shook his head. He grabbed a plasma grenade from the elite's body and thumbed it on. The lieutenant wound up his arm and hurled it at the first hunter. The grenade flew right into the tube of it's long weapon. Kohsahr ducked down as it exploded, blowing the hunter's arm off right to the shoulder. The beast howled and sank to the ground. Its friend trampled over it and charged at Kohsahr. He knew that he couldn't outrun or outgun these things, but he had to try. He rolled under the charging hunter's legs and climbed up onto its back. He couldn't outgun them, but he might be able to outsmart them.


The three ODSTs quickly got off of the warthog and rushed towards one of the pelicans. The pilot looked at them and started to walk towards them, shaking his head. "
"Sorry sirs, this ones full." The ODSTs just pushed past him and got in. "What-hey! I said its full!" He said, trying to push them out. Taruk grabbed the man by the collar. "And Im saying its not. Now get us out of here." he snarled. The pilot shrank back and nodded and jogged to the pilots seat. "Strap in!" He yelled.

Kohsahr grabbed out his knife and started cutting the strands exposed at the hunter's neck trying to find some sort of spinal cord. He soon discovered, to his dismay, that there was none. "-blam!-!" He muttered. The hunter bucked and shook, trying to knock him off. Kohsahr's knife bit deeper into the hunter's helmet. The creature's movements became more and more frantic. Once Kohsahr had carved out an area to thrust something down into its chest, he shoved down a frag grenade and jumped off. He winced in disgust as orange gue shot out from the creature, splattering against him. When he turned around, he saw the other creature was doing the unthinkable-regenerating! Kohsahr knew he couldn't fight off that thing again-he was out of grenades and ammo, almost-and so he turned and ran.

He eventually made it to the hangar. Kohsahr soon saw that he was too late however. The last Pelican was just lifting off of the deck and soaring out. He swore and turned around, rushing back out into the maintenance corridor. Then he swore again as the ground began to heat up and the gravity transitioned. He fell to the ground and started sliding down the roard, which was now a ramp. Kohsahr realized what this meant. They were in the atmosphere now...and he was still in the ship.

  • 04.13.2009 4:50 PM PDT

Another good part, I enjoyed the bit where the Elite boarded the 'Hog, my advice to you though is to start a new sentence when someone new is speaking, for example...

"Sir, it's an ambush!" Said Kionaf, gesturing with his assault rifle to the enemy. "Lets give them hell then" The Sarge said, drawing out a grenade...

Becomes...

"Sir, it's an ambush!" Said Kionaf, gesturing with his assault rifle to the enemy.

"Lets give them hell then" The Sarge said, drawing out a grenade...


It's much easier to read.

  • 04.14.2009 8:05 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Hard Contact: Delta Halo [Part 1-2]

Never Lose Hope in The Hopless

WOW, wall of text, jkjkjk, really really good, i could picture the characters

  • 04.14.2009 8:31 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Hard Contact: Delta Halo [Part 1]

Never Lose Hope in The Hopless

Posted by: Wolverfrog
Another good part, I enjoyed the bit where the Elite boarded the 'Hog, my advice to you though is to start a new sentence when someone new is speaking, for example...

"Sir, it's an ambush!" Said Kionaf, gesturing with his assault rifle to the enemy. "Lets give them hell then" The Sarge said, drawing out a grenade...

Becomes...

"Sir, it's an ambush!" Said Kionaf, gesturing with his assault rifle to the enemy.

"Lets give them hell then" The Sarge said, drawing out a grenade...


It's much easier to read.



yeah thats what i was gonna say

  • 04.14.2009 8:32 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

try puttinjg a line in or something when you change from one person to the next

  • 04.14.2009 8:33 AM PDT

There was actually when I typed it. However...so that I can save it...fine. Im typing it as an email and saving it as a draft. My Microsoft word hasnt arrived yet... :( so im sorry for any spacing errors. Ill do my best to fix that. Part three hopefully will come tonight.

  • 04.14.2009 5:11 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Hard Contact: Delta Halo [Part 1-2]

Well it's nice to see you adapted, rather than *Shudders* typing it in the browser. However, rather than word, I use a program called Open Office, a free set of programs that look like, and are many ways better than their Micro$oft counterparts. And it's free! Anyway, looking forward to the next part mate; I'm glad to see this is getting some views.

I can spot a few things in this story to contradict the Halo storyline though, would you like me to point them out?

[Edited on 04.15.2009 2:50 AM PDT]

  • 04.15.2009 2:47 AM PDT

Yeah I realize that a few of them do. The brute/spike rifle for one thing.
However, I have had people tell me that the BR-55 was not in use at the time of Halo: CE. It was, in fact, because the first prototypes were being distributed at the time of the battle of Harvest.

I felt some were needed to tell the story, but say them just to make sure I didn't screw anything up.

  • 04.15.2009 5:18 AM PDT

Seems to be good enough, except the Halo in Halo: Combat Evolved was named Alpha Halo. Technically, since it's Installation 04, it should be Delta Halo, but since the humans found that one first, it's called Alpha. Yeah, confusing.

  • 04.15.2009 5:29 AM PDT

Yeah just realized that too.

-BLAM- woops
Editing it now

  • 04.15.2009 5:40 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Hard Contact: Alpha Halo [Part 1-2]

Hmm its not letting post the next installment. It says that the post contains extended characters that are not permitted or something. There is no profanity in it and it doesnt excede the word limit.

[Edited on 04.15.2009 6:46 PM PDT]

  • 04.15.2009 6:43 PM PDT

Ah, a common problem my friend, simply copy and paste the text into this site, and then hit convert. The text that comes out on the other side will now be postable once you paste it into Bungie.net. Blame Stosh.

  • 04.16.2009 4:59 AM PDT

Note: Some characters/weapons/vessels/armor may have minor properties in the story that they do not in the game. I feel that these are not huge changes and that they help tell the story better.

Part 3:

The rocketed down towards the ring-world, engines in full burn. Warning lights were on informing the pilot that the maximum suggested load for the dropship had been exceeded. Unfortuneatly, there was nothing that could be done about that and the lights only served as a distraction.
In the back of the ship were twelve marines from the 23rd Platoon as well as Taruk, Laren, and Jori. A few Mongoose two-person ATV-like vehicles were stored in racks above their heads. Weapons were stored under their seats as well as inflatable life rafts, rations, and extra gear.
Taruk walked up to the pilots cabin, stepping carefully as the dropship was very crowded and the ride was extremely rough. When he walked in, he saw sweat beading on the man's face. "What?" He asked sharply as he heard the door open, not turning to look at Taruk.
"We have an incoming transmission from Major Silva, Flight Officer. He wants to speak to you."
"Fine, put him on the speaker." The pilot said impatiently. Taruk moved behind the pilots chair and opened up the communications device, plugging in his PCU. Immediately Silva's voice filled the cabin.
"Dropship Charlie-487, do you read me, over?"
"Flight Officer Jerald Wilson here sir. We read you." The flight officer said, trying to be polite but with a curt tone in his voice.
"Flight officer Wilson, this is Major Silva. Our forces down on this ring are in disarray. I don't know where half of them are! I've managed to gather up a sizeable amount however, and we have established a base of operations. I'm beaming you the coordinates now."
"Alright, we've got them Major. Rerouting to your position." The flight officer said and started to turn the D77.
"Not yet, flight officer. I'm also sending you another set of coordinates. We have an albatross down. It gets worse too. Four albatrosses launched from the Autumn. We packed them full of Marines, all four of them. What use are vehicles and supplies if you have nobody to use them, after all. Then, one of them went down. We think that most of the people being transported on it are still alive and we need to get those men to safety. They're only five kilos from alpha base, but I don't want to risk going out on foot. I want you to go and protect those men while they get here."
"Sir yes sir, changing vector accordingly. Wilson out." The pilot said, once again changing course. He turned back to the troop bay. "Alright everyone, strap in tight! We're going in a little hot!"


Kohsahr swore. The Pillar of Autumn was burning up, and fast. The ODST armor had some heat protection, but not enough to stop Kohsahr from being incinerated if it got much worse. He swore again as a piece of the decking peeled away, revealingwell, the flames didn't really reveal much at all. It did pull Kohsahr towards it however. He yelled out in anger and determination, slamming his glove against the magnetic road and twisting his wrist to activate his gloves magnetism. It still didn't stop his fall though; it merely slowed it down. Before he could try to magnetize the other glove though, everything started to cool down. Slowly, the ship started pitch up and ended the fall. Kohsahr breathed a sigh of relief. Sweat still covered the view screen of his helmet but small cleaning systems quickly cleared it away. He carefully started to stand and walked over to the hole.
Down below he saw a rather beautiful scene full of trees and rivers. It seemed almost too perfect, artificial even. He saw soon that the greenery was actually a valley and saw the cliff that surrounded it approaching. Then there was a tremendous crash, a loud sound of metal exploding into itself, and then nothing.


  • 04.16.2009 6:05 AM PDT

(had to put it into two posts :D)


Charlie-487 flew smoothly over the valleys and rivers of the ring-world. The bay-door was still shut tightly, so only the pilot and the co-pilot could really see the beauty of it. The Warthog attached to the back had stayed safe in the atmosphere, thankfully. It would be a useful asset to them.
Sweat covered Wilson's face. He hadn't told anyone else, but this was his first real sortie. He had never flown in real combat before at all. He was worried that if he let the troops know that, their opinion of him would drop. Reputation was very important for Jerald, it always had been.
"Jerald, we have two Banshees approaching fast!" His co-pilot, Richard Albertson called out. Jerald swore; the D77 had no rear mounted weaponry and there was no way it could outmaneuver a pair of Banshees. He bit his lip nervously and turned to the troop bay. "I'm going to pop the door, people. We have two Banshees approaching us and I want them down ASAP!" He shouted, trying to sound assertive but coming off as nervous. He turned back and yanked the lever down to open the doors.
"Got it." Laren said and grabbed a rocket launcher from under the seat. He crouched at the entrance of the pelican as the doors slid open. Sure enough, two Banshees were right on their tail. Laren heaved a barricade down from the ceiling to help block their cannons, aiming his rocket launcher between its two sides. Plasma buried itself in the barricade, heating it up quickly. He fired the rocket. It shot out towards the Banshee at close to point blank range, connecting and blowing the small ship to pieces! Laren saw pieces of an elite fall along with the wreckage and grinned with macabre humor. Still, the job wasn't done and the barricade was through. Laren kicked it out; now it was only blocking his shot. He began to look down the rocket launcher's sights again. Suddenly, his eyes widened in shot as the Banshee suddenly got very, very big.

The Elite cried out in anger as it saw its friend fall. Rage took hold of him and he suddenly accelerated towards the human craft, hoping to get close enough to fire a fuel rod pulse right into its bay.
The marines grabbed rifles from under their seats and began firing in desperation at the alien craft. Bullet holes appeared along it but it still kept coming! It was too close for Laren to fire another rocket so he stowed it back under the seat. Two other marines ran up beside him holding a machine turret together. "Get out of the way, dumby!" One of them yelled at Laren who turned around and saw them. He quickly moved out of the way and grabbed onto the pelican's ceiling-handles. The marines with the turret barely managed to get a round of shots off before the Banshee hit.
The force of the impact rocked the dropship but the Banshee's fuel rod launcher was still aimed too low to do any real harm. The two marines lost their grip and tumbled out of the pelican! The others soon lost sight of them because of the speed Charlie-487 was flying at. Their screams were cut off as well.
Jori unbuckled himself and ran up to the Banshee, still pressing against the door of the pelican trying to pitch its nose upward. The other marines and ODSTs saw him holding a Stantion Gauss projectile rifle. "Everyone plug your ears!" He called out, and leveled the rifle.

  • 04.16.2009 6:06 AM PDT

Sorry for the long delay guys. Ive been working on a non-halo short story. Expect installments in this to come every two days from now on until I finish it.
Part four should be done today.

  • 04.20.2009 5:55 AM PDT

Hey, this is pretty cool.

  • 04.20.2009 8:23 PM PDT

Part 4:

  • 04.22.2009 5:55 PM PDT

The Stantion rifle fired at the Banshee at close to point blank range. The power of the shot knocked Jori to the floor, still holding the rifle clutched to his chest. It also smashed into the Banshee, blasting it apart! The heat from the explosion washed into the Pelican and burned the skin off of one marine. The poor man screamed and rolled out of the dropship, flames licking at him. Nobody saw him hit the ground.
Jori groaned and pulled himself up. The rifle had had a lot more of a kick than he thought it would. He understood now why it was printed on the barrel not to fire it without a firing-harness. Though to his credit, he didn't really have time. The Banshee was probably seconds away from pitching up enough to blast the Pelican to pieces. He pulled himself over to the seats on either side. He found several previously occupied seats empty.

Jerald breathed a sigh of relief and wiped more sweat off of his face. He had been terrified right then.
"Jerald, get your -blam!- together, man!" A voice suddenly yelled from behind him. Jerald whirled around in surprise. His co-pilot was shaking his head in disgust at him. "Wha-what?"
"Jerald, is this your first time out or something?"
"No-no of course-"
"Then damn it, Jerald, pull yourself together! This is war! To falter is to die!" The co-pilot growled. Jerald glared at him and started to say something, but then sighed and grabbed the controls.

The HEV rocketed through the atmosphere. Unless it was seen up close, most would pass it off as a meteor or a piece of debris from the battle. Of course, that was pretty much all it was. Sergeant Salofen was almost as good as dead. Blood pooled at his boots and his skin was turning pale from the loss of blood. Sergeant Reiner was barely conscious and he knew that he wouldn't last much longer. The stress the HEV put on his body was just too much in his weakened state.
He managed to turn on his viewscreen, but then his hand fell back to his side, overexerted. Even from that little movement the muscles in his arm ached. When he had managed to muster enough strength to look up at the viewscreen, he cursed at what he saw. The Pillar of Autumn, dead on the edge of a large cliff. Salofen sighed and gave up, letting his head and arms fall back down.


Kohsahr awoke with a jolt. He tried to remember where he was, then remembered. The battle, the crash, everything. He studied his surroundings, marveling that he was still alive. Kohsahr sighed in relief and slowly got up. The impact of the crash had thrown him close to the hole in the Autumn's deck. It hung just over the edge of the cliff, allowing Kohsahr to look down upon the lake below. He knew he should call it beautiful, but right now he just wasn't in that kind of mood. Instead of lingering, he grabbed his BR-55 and looked to see if the maintenance corridor was still intact.
"-blam!-." He spit out.

  • 04.22.2009 5:55 PM PDT

The corridor was caved in about fifty meters down. The bulkheads behind him had warped and buckled, no way he could get through them. The door to the hangar was also crumpled and the wall above it had started to cave in. There was a door to a small armory with a bit of equipment, but other than that, the only way out was down through the breach. Kohsahr bit his slip and sucked in a breath through his teeth. He knew he was screwed. The drop down to the lake must have been 8000 feet, at least. Kohsahr cursed, wishing that he had an HEV. Then, he slammed his foot on the deck in anger. What was he thinking? An HEV wouldn't help, he'd just sink down into the water and drown. He hissed again in frustration.
He decided to wander into the storage bay to see if there was anything of use. He keyed in his access code, but it didn't work. Electrical systems were out too, then, he thought to himself. Of course, there were was more than one way to open a door. Kohsahr reached into his belt and pulled out a grenade and a bit of sealant tape. He held the grenade to the key-pad of the door and slammed the tape on. Then, he pulled the pin and sprinted back!
The door blew open easily. Kohsahr turned around and walked through the doorway, kicking the wreckage out of the way. He was disappointed by what he saw. Food, water, fuel-things that couldn't help him right now. Kohsahr kicked one of the crates. It didn't budge and he grew even angrier. Kohsahr pulled out his pistol and started to fire rounds into the crate. Then he stopped! Behind the crate he was shooting, he saw a crate marked with a marine symbol. Kohsahr closed his eyes and prayed that it had something useful inside as he walked over to it. When he opened it though, his hopes dropped. It contained a small rack of pistols, a case of smoke grenades, and a few helmets. Kohsahr started to leave it, but stopped. Through the pistols, he saw something. A lump of canvas, it seemed. He dug through it and grabbed it out. Inside of his helmet, Kohsahr grinned and punched the air.
He was holding a Aero-Recovery Repulsor Assisted Parachute (ARRAchute).
He ran back out of the storage room and repacked the chute into its pack. The backpack plugged into an ODST's helmet and analyzed its viewscreen and motion sensor. Whenever it detected a rapid vertical viewpoint movement for a certain amount of time and a physical downward movement its top would pop off and the parachute would fly out. Dual repulsors were build on to each side of the pack with thrusters at the top and bottom as the ARRA's sensors told it to adjust accordingly.
Kohsahr had never been someone who believed in luck, at least not until now. Clipping the cord into the back of his helmet, he walked over to the hull breach. He took a deep breathand jumped.

  • 04.22.2009 5:56 PM PDT

"Major Silva, this is Charlie-487. We have the crashed Albatross in sight, over." The newly calm Jerald announced over the comm.
"Great news, flight officer. Get those men back here safe; I won't be able to talk to you for a while. I have to initiate a radio silence right now, we're having some trouble back here at base. Silva out." The voice said over the comm. Jerald nodded and turned his head towards the troop bay. "Hey!" He hollered. "We're coming up on our downed marines! I need some people to cover them through the hatch! There should be a few 50's up in the ceiling racks-pull one of them down!"

Laren helped one of the marines pull down a 50 caliber machine gun. Jori got up to help and grabbed a tri-pod for it. Together the three of them wrestled it to the opening of the bay and erected it. Taruk reached under the seat for a sniper rifle and took up a good kneeling position. A few other marines got out of their seats as well to grab extra ammo for the .50.
Taruk aimed closely through the scope of his rifle. He could see the downed Albatross now and the marines fighting from inside of it. A line of grunts was attempting to charge them, unsuccessfully. A small grin tugged at the edges of Taruk's mouth as he saw the head of one of the little creatures explode. Still, he didn't want to waste his first shot on a grunt. He kept his eyes peeled, looking for a higher profile target. The Pelican's smooth movements brought a red armored Elite in sight and Taruk nodded slightly in satisfaction. He positioned the center of the crosshairs on the head of the monster and pulled the trigger.


Sergeant Peterson's MA5 rattled off another round of shots into the seemingly endless stream of grunts. Still, for every grunt he killed, three more took its place! He turned to his second in command, Corporal Lance Jackson. Lance was firing his AR on full automatic, so he didn't hear Peterson call to him. He turned around when he felt Peterson's fist punch his elbow.
"What is it sir?" He shouted over the noise.
"Corporal, I need you to do me a favor! Run back into the ship and find me a rocket launcher! We need to stop these bastards!" Peterson hollered and turned back to keep firing at the grunts.
"Aye sir!" Lance yelled and ran back into the dropship. Two minutes later, he returned, dumping a launcher down next to Peterson. He started running back to his position. Then, five purple spikes thudded into Lance's chest. The sergeant swore, for he had seen men get hit be needler's before. He turned away and winced as the young Corporal was blown in half by the spikes exploding. Blood and pieces of Lance flew everywhere, but Peterson wasn't going to let himself get distracted now. He looked down the sight of the rocket and found a red armored elite with a needler, probably the same one who had killed Lance.
"This is for Lance. -blam!-." He whispered, and fired.

  • 04.22.2009 5:57 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Hard Contact: Alpha Halo [Part 1-5]

"Damn it!" Taruk swore, feeling cheated. The elite he was aiming at exploded before he managed to get a shot off. In anger more than anything else, he fired off two shots. They each struck a grunt's head, spraying purple blood and brains across the ground. Abruptly, his ears started to hurt as the .50 started to spew lead at the aliens. Taruk wasn't able to get another shot in before the Pelican started its turn, though. He took the time he had to load another two shots into his rifle. Taruk always liked having a full clip.
Jerald made a hard right, banking towards the line of grunts. He gently eased the control sticks back, slowing the pelican down. He then pitched it down a little so that the chin-gun had a clear shot at the aliens. "Light 'em up!" He called to his co-pilot. Immediately, there was a loud noise and cannon rounds began tearing into the covenant lines! Eight grunts fell dead from the first salvo, the tanks on their backs' exploding as the bullets tore through them. He gunned the Pelican's engines as he passed over them, allowing the soldiers in the back a clear shot.
"Pilot!"
Jerald whirled around to see one of the ODSTs standing at the door. He threw a quick salute and turned back to the controls. "What?" He asked curtly.
"Slow her down on this next run! My squad and I are gonna' jump down behind the basta rds! Do you have jump-thrusters?" Taruk yelled over the noise of the .50 cal. Jerald's eyes widened at Taruk, thinking him crazy. Butthen againhe was a helljumper. "Yeah, they're next to the Mongeese!" He shouted, not taking his eyes off of his controls.
"See you back at base!" Taruk shouted, and moved back to the bay. "Laren, grab some thrusters! He said they're next to one of the Mongeese!" Taruk yelled and began dismantling his sniper rifle. Laren started searching and found a crate. He knocked it open and several small knee and wrist pads with small repulsors on them tumbled out. "Grab a set and lets move!" Taruk called, having stowed his sniper rifle and already putting on his thrusters. They were designed to slow a soldier's decent when dropping from a height not high enough to warrant a parachute, but high enough that without something to slow you down you would be injured.
Soon, the three ODSTs each had a set of thrusters on and were walking towards the door. Laren reached over for one marine's MA5 and gave in turn his BR-55. "See y'all back at base!" Taruk called, and jumped.


Kohsahr dropped faster than he would have hoped. The waters below probably didn't have any life in them, but they certainly looked cold. ODST armor was water resistant, but using its heating valves used up valuable energy. Since he didn't know how long it would be before he was rescued, IF he was rescued, he couldn't afford the comfort of warmth.
He felt the thrusters on the parachute's pack ignite to slow his decent a little bit. Still, he was going to hit that water, one way or another.
Abruptly, he started to hear a noise, almost like the whine of an engine. It didn't sound human, sadly. No, Kohsahr knew that sound all too well.
The Banshee's cannons fired, sending waves of hot plasma at him. Kohsahr twisted himself, hoping the shots would miss him, and grabbed for his assault rifle. "Son of a -blam!-"He muttered as the Banshee boosted towards him. Kohsahr put all of his strength into his legs, trying to pull them up to avoid being hit. He felt the heat of the plasma through his armor and he started to sweat. As the Banshee started to pass under him though, a large green symbol appeared on his helmet's screen. He was puzzled by it for a second, but then he understood. His parachute's computer was interpreting the Banshee as the ground! He was suddenly jerked down by the thrusters and the parachute was dropped. Swearing, Kohsahr dropped onto the Banshee and tried to find a handhold. He found one, much to his relief, and grabbed hold of it. Adrenaline and fear pumped through his system, but he pushed reality out of his mind. Kohsahr slowly started to pull himself up on the Banshee but instead found himself struggling for a handhold as the pilot went into a barrel roll and accelerated! Curses flew from his mouth, but he managed to get a handhold on the front of the Banshee. His heart was pounding. He reached for his silenced M7 SMG and nearly lost his grip in the process. He slid back, almost towards the Banshee's engines. "Suck lead, -blam!-!" He hollered and shoved his SMG under the top of the Banshee, opening up on the pilot. He was rewarded with a scream and a stream of purple blood shooting out. Kohsahr slid over and tried to pop the hatch of the vehicle to shove the elite out. The split chinned monster snarled something in a strange language and pushed the vehicle into a sharp turn! Kohsahr swore and tried to get a better hand hold on the alien vehicle but couldn't get one. He blasted away at the alien again and suddenly the 'Shee rapidly nosed down-towards the Autumn!

  • 05.04.2009 9:04 PM PDT

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