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This is some thing i brought over from halowars.com Enjoy ;D
Chapter One

1258 Hundred Hours (MILITARY CALENDAR) March 25th 2531 ( Five Years Before Present Day)

ONI Section Three Research Lab, designation: Alpha 9, Location CLASSIFIED

Vice Admiral Kyle Hansen walked down the hall, dressed in his finest. Medals of past campaigns arranged perfectly on his chest. In his hand was a briefcase, containing the entire report of what happened to the ship. He had briefly skimmed through it. Men saluted him as he passed them without notice. 'A Parasite?' He thought. 'That's not possible.'

What he was referring to, was the ship report given to him by a Captain James Cutter. How they had destroyed a fleet of "Forerunner" ships that could have been used by Covenant forces and wiped out Humanity. Aparrently, a Sergeant John Forge had sacrificed himself to destroy the massive fleet, along with a very expensive FTL drive. Also. there were reports of an organism that consumed a large number of the ships crew while in the fight. This was mind boggling for the admiral. 'I thought we were just fighting Covenant out there.' He said in his head.

Kyle Continued down the hallway. He passed several labs under heavy guard before he came into the main room. It was small, and cramped. Having mostly computer monitors inside, it looked like a ships bridge. The admiral looked through the huge observation window that dominated the crowded space. In front of him was UNSC Spirit Of Fire. She had docked at the facility. And was now under a strict quarantine after the report had been read. A Private came up to the Admiral. "Sir you have a phone call, line six."

Kyle nodded to him and moved over to a desk. He sat down in a metal chair. There sat a phone. He picked it up and pressed the "six" button. The phone clicked on. "Admiral Hansen?" A voice said.

"This is him." he replied not knowing who it was.

"This is Admiral Cole. I'm calling on strict orders of FLEETCOM. We read the report and it has us quite startled." Hansen's heart stopped. He knew what was going to be said next. "You are to dispose of Spirit Of Fire, whatever this thing is." He hesitated. " I'm not going to risk it getting inside Human Occupied Space. I want her scrapped, and the parts burned. As for the crew, debrief Red Team. The three Spartans won't talk."

"As for the rest of the crew sir?" Hansen asked.

Cole's voice grew cold. "No one is to remember what happened on that ship. am I understood?" Hansen gulped hard. "Yes sir, perfectly clear sir." The line went dead.

[Edited on 04.19.2009 2:50 PM PDT]

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Subject: Finding Family: Story Of Captain James Cutter

Socom! Good to see you here.

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haha yes, thank you. Its good to be on a new web site, its quite a change i think ima need help navigating it though lol

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Well, never, ever go in the Halo 3 forum. Think people moaning about rushes on Halowars.com, only times one million. You should join a few private groups too.

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and how do i do that? haha

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I'll Pm you with some useful information in a bit.

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yeah im juggling web sites right now,
its hella cool!
lol

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Scary over here man.

  • 04.19.2009 1:56 PM PDT

Hey guys, change your avatars.

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My avatar is 343 Guilty Spark seeing as I am the persona of a Monitor.

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Hmm, that's weird. My avatar was there a second ago...

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there we go!

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Chapter Two

1500 Hundred Hours (MILITARY CALENDAR) March 25th 2536 (Present Day)

ONI CASTLE FACILITY, Landing Bay L65

Commander Jordan Cutter walked off his landed pelican, he listened as the ships engines slowly hummed into silence. The ODST was a warrior, having fought the Covenant on several different battlefields, he was experience as ever. His brother, Captain James Cutter had commanded the Spirit of Fire, an old Colony ship. She had disappeared with all hands near Arcadia. He had grieved with his mother back on earth. His brother and he where very close growing up, both had showed a liking to joining the military, James the older of the two had a fancy for flying, and Jordan loved to get down and dirty.Jordan loved being with his men in combat. He loved the excitement of battle. The smell of artillery fire that made the dirt splash up like water.

They met just before James was given command of the Spirit. That was the last memory that Jordan had of him. He had repeatedly asked ONI and even Admiral Cole what became of that ship. And every time he got the same answer. Every time it cut Jordan right down the center, but he was used to pain. The war had stripped him of his emotion. His love for his brother was the only thing he had in this universe.That's why he was here. To talk to ONI, get some answers, again. The strange thing was how the UNSC, after three years of listing her a missing suddenly and secretively lists her as lost with all hands. Jordan knew his brother, he knew in his heart that James wouldn't let that many people die under his command. James was a superior tactician. Jordan had written several communications to ONI demanding what had become of them. But just like before he was turned down, and even once he was threatened with a court marshal. But that wouldn't stop him. Nothing would. His mother had died a year before. She had told him one thing right before she died in her hospital bed. "Find your brother Jordy." calling him by his nickname. "I know he's out there."

"I'll find him mom." He whispered to himself. It was another sunny day on Reach. He could hear the birds chirp. The sky's were blue, as always. The commander recalled when he was in basic training out here. How the summer heat nearly killed him because he hadn't drank enough water. "awe basic training." He said out loud. Jordan continued to walk down a pathway that lead into the garage. He stepped inside. It was fairly large. He could feel the AC blast. Keeping it somewhat cool. A dozen warthogs lined the back wall. All ready to be used.

A heavy soldier sat in front of a TV. His desk was situated to the left of the entrance inside a guard house looking box. Jordan approached him trying not to laugh. The man had a jelly doughnut on his shirt. The commander read his rank on his arm. 'Three chevrons.' Jordan thought 'great a lazy sergeant.'

The man heard the noise of Jordan approach him. He opened an eye, and after about ten seconds recognized Jordan's rank. He stood up in attention immediately. "Sir sergeant Frank Williams at your service!" Jordan was a little overwhelmed . He could see the purple jelly ooze all over the sergeant white shirt.

Frank noticed it as well and his face turned crimson. Jordan chuckled "At ease sergeant. I just need a ride to the castle." He grinned at him slightly.

"Yes sir! Let me find the keys sir. I'll be right back." Frank said frantically. He left his guard house and went into a storage closet, a row of keys hung on the wall. Frank scanned them and finally decided on the third key down from the right.

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The warthog sped down the dirt rode. Going over bumps and huge gaps as if they were nothing. Jordan was ridding shotgun.The tie he wore was flaying in the wind. "Handel's well doesn't she sir?" The Sergeant asked trying to make conversation. Jordan looked at him a little annoyed. "She sure does soldier." They rounded a corner and turned left onto a paved rode way. In front of them was a gate house. Jordan could clearly see MP on the soldier's helmet who guarded the gate. The hog slowed to a stop and a MP approached them. He saluted Jordan and then asked "State your business here sir."

"This guy was all business." Jordan thought. With the war not going well for the UNSC he supposed security has been tightening."I'm here to see Admiral Cole." the Commander replied.

"Hold on sir, let me double check." The MP walked off to a nearby phone. Jordan could see him speak briefly. He hung it up and walked back. "Your clear sir." He said, the MP saluted and then added "Welcome to the castle."

Frank gassed it. they sped off, dodging scorpion tanks and other warthogs. Finally reaching the entrance.

Jordan got out. "Wait here frank." He said. The Sergeant saluted at him with to fingers "I'm not going anywhere sir." The commander went inside. He went up to the front desk where several men and women took calls and passed them along. The commander put his elbows onto the wood counter top. "I'm here to see Admiral Cole." he said sharply

The Lady looked up at him. "Commander Jordan?" She said "The admirals been expecting you, go on down, he is on level five."

Jordan moved away with a thank you,and walked to one of the elevators. He pressed the button and with a 'ding' sound the double doors opened. Jordan entered and pressed the button. The doors closed and he could feel himself being taken down rather quickly. With a slight thump the doors opened. Admiral Cole standing right in front of them. Jordan walked out of the elevator. "Admiral Cole sir!" he said and saluted. Cole returned the gesture. "What can i do for an ODST like you self?" he said

"It about Spirit of Fire Sir. I would like permission to go to Arcadia." Jordan said proudly. Cole's smile turned into a frown.

"Son I hate to tell you this but like I've said before she was lost with all hands. We searched for her for over two years and found nothing." Cole said."I understand that sir, but I'd like to just get some facts. There's a guy there sir, he says he knows what happened to her."

Cole scratched his head. "Very well commander. But you are to report all findings to me, got it?" Jordan looked at him. "Yes sir." He said gladly.

The commander saluted again and entered the elevator. Cole returned it. and waited for the doors to close. Then he turned around and proceeded to his office. Slamming the door behind him he picked up his phone and dialed several numbers quickly. "It's Cole." He said "I need something bad to happen to a Commander Jordan Cutter."








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Chapter 3

1930 Hundred Hours (MILITARY CALENDAR) March 25th 2536 (Present Day)

ONI CASTLE FACILITY, Entrance Gate 023

Jordan Walked out of the castle. In front of him was, unsurprisingly, a sleeping sergeant Frank Williams. "Williams!' Jordan bellowed "Get your ass up soldier! I gotta pelican to catch!" The sergeant awoke with a jolt. He had been leaning backwards with his Marine cap over his eyes. "Just inspecting the inside of my hat sir." he said trying to come up with something clever. Jordan grinned "That funny sarge." The Commander said.

The engine of the warthog rumbled to life. Williams put the peddle to the metal. Peeling out of the entrance. Night had fallen, things where just starting to get dark. The rode being a military one had no street lights. The hog bumped and bounced repeatedly. They finally reached the gate that guarded the beginning of the rode. A MP came out. "You boys have fun in there?" he said laughing with the Sarge. "Shut up bill." Frank said to him. " And no i wasn't sleeping again." The gate was lifted and the warthog sped on through.

"Friend of yours?" Jordan said. inquisitively

"Been with that -blam!- since basic sir." he said "Could say were pretty *** close." Jordan looked down the darkened dirt rode. "Know that feeling soldier." he replied"

"Yes sir, Known him since i joined the service. *** near ten years ago. You see sir, ever since the war broke out i've been stuck here pulling desk jockey for these taxi warthogs." He said with frustration. " I just want to get into the fight, kill some grunts and elites, show em who their daddy is." He chuckled. The hog continued into the dark night.

Suddenly Jordan heard a buzzing sound that got louder and louder, for some reason it echoed. He saw lights flicker in the sky, two pelicans apeared out of the darkness one on either side of the vehicle spotlighting the hog.! 'Pelicans out here?' he thought 'why the hell would this be happening?'

"You do something Sergeant?" Jordan said. "Sir i was about to ask you the same question." The Sarge replied to him. They looked at each other briefly. Frank accelerated faster. The pelicans kept pace. The sarge would slow and the pelicans slowed with him. "Odd." Frank said.

Then Jordan saw it. One of the pelicans turned hard left. He could hear her engines scream as the pilot put it in a hard maneuver. Presenting her tail to the two of them. "What the hell?!" Jordan yelled. A man in the back of the pelican picked up a rocket launcher and aimed it right at them. Jordan's life flashed before his eyes. The soldier fired. A loud screech filled the sky as the rocket ejected from the launcher. BOOM!

It impacted the front wheel of the warthog on Frank's side, sending the hog on her left back side. The warthog went into a ditch flames coming out from it. It flipped over and toppled to the ground. A dust cloud formed around Jordan's face. Luckily he had been strapped in. He looked over. The spot that had once held Sergeant Frank Williams was now a scorched mess of molten metal and debris. His face was covered in blood, he couldn't move his leg. ' broken, great.' he thought. Then he heard footsteps. "We got a live one." he heard Two sets of arms grabbed him and took him from his seat. They yanked Jordan up and tossed him into the dirt. Jordan coughed up blood. He looked at them. "What the hell is going on!" he yelled his voice full of anger and confusion. Then he saw a man with a gun approach him. His face masked along with all the other men's faces. "You ask to many questions Commander." The man said to him. He raised his gun. "Take him on board the ship. We'll question him first." He knelt down with the pistol in his hand. With a quick motion he turned it around and struck Jordan in the back of the head.

Pain filled The Commanders brain. He blacked out.

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Chapter 4

0733 Hundred Hours (MILITARY CALENDAR) March 26th 2536 (Present Day)

Frigate UNSC Knight Owl, Location CLASSIFIED Course CLASSIFIED

Jordan awoke with a jolt. 'where am I? he asked himself He tried to move his arms and legs. He looked down to see he was tied in a chair. heavy brass chains tied around him. The room he was in was hot. Very hot. sweat pored from Jordan's body. A door opened in front of him. three men came in. The shadows of the room hid the three in them. The only light on was the one above Jordan's head, the lamp swung roundly as the room became seemingly possessed by evil spirits. Jordan heard the crack of whip snap against the wall. A man came down in his face."Who's your contact on Arcadia?!" the man yelled at the top of his lungs. Spit flung into Jordan's face.

Jordan looked at him. "I don't know." he said plainly. CRACK! The whip hit Jordan in the back of his head cutting his ear. It would be a long night for him.

Jordan's eyes opened at sunrise that morning. He could feel the early morning mist blow in from outside. It splashed against his face cooler.His jaw and back ached from that night. Jordan felt as if he had gotten no sleep. Then it kicked in. 'Come on commander. Your an ODST! You can kill them all!' he said in his mind. Jordan started looked for ways of escape. Then he saw a man approach him. "I'm gonna cut you up now son." he said blade in hand. When the man got close enough Jordan thrust out his foot into the guy chin bone! he could hear a loud Crack! against his leg. The man went down dropping the knife in Jordan's lap. Jordan stretched to grasp it. But quickly got free. just then two more marines entered the room. The Commander took up his knife flinging it across the room with grace. It struck the first marine in his throat! Blood trickled from his neck as he went down. His hand clasping his open artery. Commander Cutter grasped the second man with his fists around the man throat he squeezed the mans neck all the way severing his spine. Jordan easily threw him away.

He picked a side arm off one of them. Loaded it and packed a few extra mags. "Just in case" he thought. Jordan opened the door head downrange with the pistol ready to kill anything. Jordan moved quietly and quickly, his ODST training had completely taken him over. Priority one:survive it told him. The commander entered the bridge, 'empty?' he thought. Jordan continued into the next room, it held two elevators. He entered one and pressed the 'seven' key. The elevator descended quick but continued to pass seven then eight then nine. It slowed tremendously then stopped. The doors opened. Jordan sensed it and flung his pistol in the air. A squad of, not UNSC marines pointed their assualt rifles at him. He lowered it. "You guy's aren't UNSC?" he asked them.

The man laughed "No UNSC scum we are not your saviors." he said "Soldier detain this man, as for the others. Kill them and scuttle the ship. We'll meet planet side."

"Yes sir." The soldier said to him saluting. Jordan was thrust into the back of pelican. His nose bled and his eye puffed up. His leg still ached but he was ready. This is what Jordan lived for.

The feeling of returning to gravity was an easy thought that they had arrived on base. The commander heard her engines go off. Then light entered the space he was in. The back of the pelican opened. Three men entered and grabbed him. Dragging him outside. "where am i?" he asked

" Designation Alpha 052." A voice said from behind. Jordan turned. A rather tall man walked out. "The parasite came from there." He pointed to the sky. "It infected our animals. then us.! Our men died in an effort. Then the evacuation ships left with no one on board. Lucky the rebels came, and helped us." We secured this part of this god for saken planet. The flood dominate the cities, I was here when this started five years before. Ever since that Spirit ship got here." We're alone out here, this is the furthest colony out that is still inside inside UNSC space. There have been no rescue ships, no search missions for us. It is as if the entire galaxy forgot about us.

Jordan perked up. "Spirit ship? As in Spirit of fire?" he almost yelled out. "Do you know a Captain James Cutter?"

" Why?, are you a Cutter too? Well this is interesting I should have known that would be the only reason we had an ODST here.." he paused then signaled a finger at his troops. "Untie him men." he said commandingly "Come Cutter I have a ship in the city. It ten kilometers from here, we'll take my car." Jordan fallowed The man into his own personal warthog. a large supercharger put on her. They sped off.

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chapter 5

0500 Hundred Hours (MILITARY CALENDAR) April 5th 2531 ( Five Years Before)

ONI Section Three Research Lab, designation: Alpha 9, Location CLASSIFIED

Admiral Kyle looked out his office window. The blackness of space surrounded him, silence hovered in side his office. The only thing that lit his room was the thousands of stars he could see in the far off distance. The next decision he had to make would be gut wrenching. In his hands he held the order's from Admiral Cole.Red team had already left the station, being sent off on personal order's from Cole.

They stated the crew were to be 'permanently debriefed'. If people spoke of a new enemy threatening the human race panic would ensue. What little order the UNSC had over her remaining controlled worlds would be lost. Millions could possible die from riots and such, galaxy wide.

Along with report of crew disappearing during the Spirits trip back, Vice Admiral Hansen was alarmed. The large space station he was on had lost a few security patrols here and there. All just vanishing from the station entirely. He looked down, below them sat the colony Alpha 052, or Wind gate as the civilians called her. It wasn't a beautiful world, rain and snow mostly hit the planet, oddly it was dominated by tropical rain forests. But the planet received no sunlight. Kyle assumed the plants grew from the planets overly sized core.Then it hit him.

'What if he could see how deadly this parasite was?' he thought 'See just how much destruction it can really create. Use it as a tool against the covenant!' he returned to his desk and sat down his computer in front of him. Typing orders up. The plan he had put together in a matter of minutes was that they would capture the parasite, take it planet side and release it on the colony. 'But what of that Captain Cutter and his men?' he thought.' Then his sick demented mind rethought a plan. "I'll use the soldier's to transport the parasite planet side." he whispered to himself. Sure some would die but they could truly test its power. Kyle was pleased with him self. Perhaps a promotion would come after this experiment.
What no one noticed about him was the large tentacles hanging from his stomach. Kyle wouldn't survive to see his grand experiment. The parasite was taking action...







Chapter 6

1837 Hundred Hours (MILITARY CALENDAR) March 26th 2536 (Present Day)
Location: CLASSIFIED/ Rode 318 Civilian Designation: FloodLane/ Enrout to Check Point Four

Jordan and his captor but now apparent friend bounced and rocked as the super charged hog continued down the dirt rode. On each side lay dense jungle, night was falling now the Commander could see the moon out. It wasn't as bright as normal, he guessed that was their "sun".

Jordan held on for dear life as the warthog carried on. Faster and faster it went not slowing for anything. Flames erupted from the supercharger on the hood. "Go baby go!" The driver yelled smiling. Jordan laughed at him.

"You gotta name?" he asked trying to break the ice. The hog bounced over a large dip in the rode, the entire vehicle went down into it, the dip sloped back up. The driver floored it. The warthog came back up becoming airborne. The engine revved as the tires spun loudly, no dirt underneath them. It fell back down with a jolt. Dust kicked up around them as they continued on. 'Crazy civilian drivers' the Commander thought For a few more kilometers they drove in silence, the man still hadn't answered Jordan's question. Finally coming to a halt in front of some downed large trees.

"Names Bryce." The man said harshly "Bryce Florez." they continued to wait for awhile. Bryce blared the horn.

Five minutes past. Suddenly Jordan heard something in the bushes. He tensed up as the sounds got louder and louder. coming from all sides. "Relax." Bryce said "It's Just my men." A four man squad emerged from the jungle quickly removing the trees along the rode.They wore jungle camo on their faces. Their eyes filled with coldness. Bryce accelerated past, saluting them. "Welcome to checkpoint four." he said "Last safe haven for humans before we enter the city."

"Why's that?" Jordan asked

"Weren't you paying attention boy?" Florez said "I told you the parasite controls most of this world. The rode we were on isn't called floodlane for nothing. Lucky for you the actual part were the parasite comes out isn't until after this post." The hog pulled out into a clearing, prefrab shelters dominated it, they pulled off the rode and parked near a few other warthogs. Jordan hopped out.

The Commander finally got a look at him, the man, Bryce was almost as tall as he was. Built like he was too. Bryce had a scar running down his arm. Jordan could see it in the short sleeve shirt the man was wearing. 'Perhaps another ODST' Jordan thought.

They walked up to a prefab shelter, it looked like all the others tall, painted brown and dark green stripes running down it horizontally. Its sliding doors opened, revealing soldiers walking back and forth through it. In the center of the room was a table with a large map on it. A man turned around to great Bryce. "Major Bryce sir." The man said "We have some bad news." He escorted Florez to the map. Jordan fallowed behind, his arms crossed. "The Parasite has put up an AA blanket around the city. Our pelicans can't get through. I'm sorry sir, you'll have to get your ship out some other way."

Bryce looked at him. With anger he grabbed him and threw him to the ground. "What other way?!" he yelled "That ship has the only navigation data we can use to get off this rock!" Bryce walked off. "Jordan come with me." he said

They exited the shelter. "We'e gunna have to go get that ship the old fashioned way." He said The squad Jordan had seen in the forest came from behind him forming a circle. "Glad you boys can make it." Bryce said. "Gear up men, we're going into the city tonight. "After that Jordan, i'll take you to the space station. There's something you need to see." He walked off towards the armory, his men fallowed him.

" Great, one thing after the other." Jordan whisperd.

A night of terror awaited him...

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Chapter 7

0105 Hundred Hours (MILITARY CALENDAR) March 27th 2536 (Present Day)

Location: CLASSIFIED/ Checkpoint Four/East Gate

Three Warthogs idled, their engines blaring into the silent night. Clouds hovered over where the moon should have been. Total blackness surrounded them, the only thing keeping the men seeing was the light posts high above. Everyone was decked out in full body armor, chests broad and boots tight the group looked like a bunch of battle hardened UNSC marines.

Marines they may not be, but battle hardened they were. Jordan while prepping in the armory had found an old ODST's combat armor. "Helljumpers" it read on the shoulder. "If only I was in one of those right now." he thought. Fighting the Covenant. Jordan linked his helmet to the groups Nav. and Com. array. "Seen one of these things Commander?" Bryce asked him sternly from the driver's seat.

Jordan looked at him slight feverishly. "No." he whispered. Nervousness crept in. Fear, a mans greatest weakness knocked on the Commander's door. For he had been lessening to the soldier's stories of horror and death at the hands of this parasitic monstrosity. Now Jordan felt it. Butterflies hit him like a MAC blast from a UNSC carrier. Outside Commander Cutter could hear screeches, sounds of the unnatural stirred around him. He worried more. Two men ran out from the shelters Jordan caught small glimpses at them. The driver of the rear hog came over the Com. " Passenger and gunner in,Kingray good to go!" he said

Jordan looked over at Bryce. "Kingray?" he asked him. His face showing it all. "They all got call signs." Bryce replied. " Our is Wake-Nine. One behind us is Def-Con." Jordan chuckled "Too much free time?" he asked sarcastically.

Bryce grinned "You have no idea." A trio of men came out. All armed to the teeth. It began to rain as the three approached the concrete gate protecting the checkpoint from the parasite. Six feet tall. The concrete gate housed two Steel doors. Jordan watched from his warthog as one of the men accessed the computer console by one of the doors. A sharp noise echoed into the night, the heavy doors creaked, then opened fully revealing the dark rode. It was paved. Jordan threw a sigh of relief. "No bumps." he thought.

Bryce came over the Com. "Three kilometers of hell boys." The trio of soldiers gave the thumbs up sign after checking right outside the steel doors. Bryce floored it. Rain drenched Jordan as they three hogs sped off, peeling out in the muddy base. Once a hundred meters from the base Jordan turned. He saw the doors shut.. The light from the base disappeared. Pitch black surrounded them. "Lights on." Someone said on the Com. As if all at once the hogs lights illuminated the rode. Debris and cars littered it.

The hogs pushed on, the two lane rode surrounded by jungle ended, opening up into an eight laned highway. Jordan could see the silhouette of the city, large black building pierced the darkness. The city sat up from ground level, shrubbery had grown over much of it. The city must have been abandon for quite sometime. Jordan thought. Static raged in The commander's earpiece. "two kilometers." Bryce said. His eyes focused completely on the rode. They group of men continued into the city, jumping over old cars and dodging huge trucks they approached the entrance tunnel to the metropolis. The hogs came to a halt in front of the entrance tunnel.The warthogs got in tight. Flood lights piercing in there through the black.

Then Jordan heard it, the screeching sound from before. Then they came.

As if all triggered at once human like creatures emerged from the tunnel, jumping over the traffic that lay there unused. "Fire!" Bryce yelled at his men

The 12.7 mm gun opened up from the back of Jordan's warthog. A creature jumped dodging the bullets with ease and grace. Jordan wielded a M90 shotgun, he picked it up at last minute as he left the post. Also with him a large combat knife. Nestled inside the side of his boot.

He watched as the creature screamed jumping over Jordan's head! Snatching the gunner off his turret. The man's screams wailed into the night. his group made a perimeter around the warthogs, 'def-con ' and 'kingray' Their gunner's firing non-stop not caring if the barrels over heated. Jordan hopped out of his hog 'Wake-Nine' he scanned around, moving to an old black car. He could here over the Com. "Kill the mother-" it went out quick. Rain still pored over Jordan.

Jordan heard three pairs of feet land in the rain soaked concrete. The creatures Walked passed the head lights of 'Wake-Nine.' No taller than a human they were severely mutated. Head of the human lay half cut off, hanging on the side. They screamed and charged the commander all at once. Fear gripped him. His instincts and training kicked in instantly. He aimed his barrel down range firing his first round. It hit the first beast center mass. It flew backwards, spewing green slime on it's combat brethren. The other two continued their raging charge. Jordan shot again, as the second creature came within touch of him. The shot hit disintegrating half of the thing.

The third one got in close. Lifting its mutated claws that were razor sharp the thing struck Jordan hefting him off the ground, he flew into a car breaking the glass of a car door. He went down limp. The Beast charged again! Commander Cutter rose, blood lept from Jordan's side, his body armor had been punctured, he felt his ribs crack as he stood. Adrenaline coursed through his vains, he knelt, quickly unsheathing his knife from his boot. The beast was on him and swung. With a quick graceful motion, Jordan uppercut the creature severing the head. The Beast went down. Jordan jumped on it! Stabbing at it wildly. Green slime covered him as he stood. The motionless body dead in the rain. He still heard gunfire, he returned to were he had been thrown and picked up his shotgun. Returning through the darkness fear long gone, he saw Bryce.

The man knelt with another soldier. Blood coming from his mouth. They held hands as Bryce closed the Fallen's eyes.

The commander nodded.Remembering what it was like to lose a fellow soldier in combat.

"They'll be back." he said "parasite always comes back."he turned and saw Jordan, blood trickling down his side. "Get him a first aid!" Bryce yelled. "Come Jordan the path is blocked, we're on foot from here."

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Chapter 8

0230 Hundred Hours (MILITARY CALENDAR) March 27th 2536 (Present Day)

Location: Unknown/ Exiting Slip space/ UNSC Prowler Midnight/ Command bridge.

Captain Elizabeth Reynold came onto the bridge. Her slender body moved past her crew, quietly but aggressively. Her blue eyes masked the inner tiger she was. Reynold had clawed her way to get this position and wasn't going to chance it being let go to some male captain.

Every person in the room sped up. All now focused on their jobs, knowing one mistake would be used to throw them off the ship. The bridge was small, not as big as most UNSC ships.

Prowler's were what submarines were back in the 20 and 21st centuries. Stealth was their key to survival. These ships could do one thing big Capital ships couldn't, recon and if necessary 'trap' Covenant forces. In her weapons bay was 14 HORNET nuclear mines. She was also armed with two pulse lasers. The ship wasn't designed for a straight up fight. That's why she was layered with Stealth Ablative coating, black material that shielded her from human radar as well as Covenant sensors. This ship had been outfitted with a small platoon of ODST marines. As well as a complement of three Spartans, 'Red Team."

The staff aboard sat, all at their stations constantly monitoring for any anomalies, or Covenant along the way. Elizabeth had been assigned the task of locating the UNSC Knight Owl, she hadn't reported back for two days. Under orders of admiral cole their ship was the closest one near. They had fallowed it to its last jump coordinates there. "Officer on Deck!" A crew man shouted. The soldier's at their stations rose, all turning and standing straight up at her. "At ease." she said to them "I want a situation report."



The bridge crew sat, returning to their duties. . "We will be arriving at our destination within two minutes mam." First Lieutenant Doug Faulsen said, the Crews navigation officer and Executive Officer in leave of the captain.

"Engines at 60 percent and holding, all lights green." Ensign Micheal said at Ops.

At Coms was Second Lieutenant Striker, and their weapons operator was Ensighn Eric Swagger. The bridge crew had been with each other for quite some time. Having reckoned several Covenant positions this mission was "easy" compared to other trips the Midnight had gone on.

"Ease out of slip space Faulsen, prepare for a new heading." she said to him. "Easing out of slip space aye." The First lieutenant said. "Decelerating Shaw-Fujikawa drive." The ship slowed down, coming into normal space at the edge of the system. A big gashing hole of slip space glowed behind them. As if torn from nothing.

"Come about heading Zero-Four-Six degrees, engines down to 40 percent." The Captain said

"Four-Six degrees aye." Faulsen repeated. "Engines down to forty percent mam." The ensign said "Lieutenant Striker, please start the scan, I don't want to remain in this system any longer than we have to." She said annoyed.

Elizabeth looked out the center window. The planet was green from head to toe, few dots scattered the planet. Cities she assumed. "No space traffic. Interesting." she whispered. Her thoughts were scatted by Striker's voice. "Scan initiated mam." He said Striker looked at his screen, reading off radar signatures. A beeping sound filled the room coming from his console. Surrounded my monitors Striker turned at the captain and smiled. "Found her mam, she is due north. Heading One-Five-Niner degrees."

"You heard him." the captain said. "Come about heading One-Five-Niner degrees, engines at 70 percent." Reynold sighed and stood from her chair. "Mam ETA to pelican striking distance is 16 hours." Ensign Micheal said at Ops.

Elizabeth turned to exit the room. "Alert me when we reach launch distance. First lieutenant you have the bridge." She said as she walked off the deck. The heavy airtight doors closing quietly behind her.

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Chapter 9

0652 Hundred Hours (MILITARY CALENDAR) March 27th 2536 (Present Day)

Location: CLASSIFIED, Civilian Designation:WindGate Colony/ City 4/ Street E97/ Four clicks from rebel ship

"Run! Their all over the place!" one of Bryce's last men yelled into the darkness firing as threy moved along the street. Ever since they entered this place they had been constantly attacked. After entering the tunnels, they came upon a hole swarm of the things. Little bugs chased after them, one grabbing a rebel soldier. They watched in horror as it opened him, its tentacles easily moving around the man's body. His screams waking up the hive. The last they had seen of him was his skin turning puke green. After that they had ran. For almost three hours they had been running non stop. Losing a few more comrades along the way. Of the nine man team that left check point four, only five were left. Jordan, Bryce, and three others.

The group moved fast along the street littered with abandon cars. Litter rained down from the buildings, Jordan looked up. Dawn was breaking. He knew they wouldn't stand a chance in the sunlight. They continued to run down between the old cars. single file, hauling ass, firing. Reloading as they went. Shooting what ever didn't seem natural.

Three jumped on the cars to the left of Jordan he looked at them for a second before firing his shot gun at them! He re pumped his weapon firing again and again! Pure adrenaline kept him going, running and shooting. Jordan was exhausted. Even his ODST training hadn't prepared him for this. Two more creatures emerged from the tall buildings surrounding them. They were downtown as much as it gets. The hole city seemed to be after them!

One jumped down on the last trooper in the group. It's claws ripping through his scull. Blood and brains scattered around the cars that surrounded the poor man.

The group came around a corner. "There it is!" Bryce yelled "Dead ahead!" In front of them was the tallest building in the city, a testament to the people who had run this planet. All dead now, or infected. "Go! Go! Go!" Jordan screamed being happy they had almost made it. More beasts came at them now. All knowing what they were after, all knowing what would happen if that ship was captured.

Jordan turned around, his heart jumped into his throat. A mob of the things was coming after them, right on their tails. Jordan gasped, nearly tripping over a car. Bryce had seen it too, and took a grenade out of his combat jacket. He primed it and tossed it backwards as far as he could.

The blast echoed in the streets, Jordan felt heat from the explosion on the back of his neck, the only exposed part of his body. The squad of men reached the building, running into the entrance, passed the front desk. Bryce stopped briefly, he turned around and looked with amazement.

"Their gone." he said almost asking "What the hell?"

Jordan put his hands on his knees, sweat pored from him as he gasped for air. He stood and approached Bryce from behind

"Come on!" Jordan yelled "Why did you take me along?!" he screamed and spit on Bryce. "What the hell do i need to see?!" he picked up Florez by his neck, squeezing tight.

Bryce's men raised their weapons all aimed at the commander's head. "Let me down and ill tell you." Bryce said bearly being able to speak. Jordan through him down, Bryce hit the floor, squishing the broken glass that littered it. A cold wind entered the building, all was quiet.

"You don't think i'de pass up the chance and let some battle hardened ODST commander walk away with out using him do you? Of course i needed you to help get in here, you saved a lot of us back when we first entered the tunnel. Most of my men would have turned and fled back into the jungle."

" With the coordinates on that ship we can finally get home. The ship you came in on is exactly what we needed. But when we checked the Nav. Database it had been scrubbed along with all other data. So I needed it from here. I left this ship three months ago. I was bringing it back from the space station, it had been damaged so i had to set it down on this building. I barley made it back from this city. We have to retrieve those coordinates, they are our only ticket off this place."

Bryce got up, dusted himself off and walked passed the Commander. "After this i promise you'll get the answers you seek about your brother, but first we gotta get to my ship. Besides, there's no way we'll get back to the check point from now."

"What about the AA defenses?" Jordan asked him astonished.

"All in good time Jordan." Bryce said. They entered the stair well, Bryce taking point Jordan right behind him. The other three watching their backs.

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Chapter 10

0723 Hundred Hours (MILITARY CALENDAR) March 27th 2536 (Present Day)

1. Location: CLASSIFIED/ UNSC Prowler Midnight/ Enrout to lost Frigate UNSC Knight Owl/ ETA to Pelican launch Nine hours

The Midnight cruised silently above the green planet, the bridge crew was exhausted from their long trip, only seven hours in. The Captain hadn't been back at all. Surprisingly, Elizabeth always returned to the bridge with in a couple hours. Perhaps she needed the sleep Faulsen thought. His mind thinking of back home, he stared day dreaming out of his huge observation window that dominated the bridge. In front of him lay a small moon, a spec indicated the Knight Owl had not moved, not surprisingly. The ship he was on was quiet for a space craft, her sleek engines made a soothing sound, something Faulsen could get used to. With out the constant yapping of the captain serving on the Midnight was relaxing, even for being at war with an alien race that had a single goal to wipe out him and all other humans.

A mans voice woke him from his dream, he came back into the there and now. A beeping at Strikers station.

"Sir?" The second lieutenant said slowly, seeming surprised.

"Yes lieutenant what is?" Replied Faulsen annoyed of the disruption.

"I'm detecting a UNSC transponder signal coming from directly below us, moving at a great rate of speed." Striker said

Doug got up from his seat, casually walking over to where Striker was sitting.

"That's not likley." he said looking at the display, around him lay several screens monitoring everything from radar to com channels.

"Where the only troops out here, well us and those idiots on the Owl. Probably a malfunction Striker, file a report in the ships log and then be done with it. Don't disturb me until something important comes up." Doug started to return to his seat.

"Yes sir." Striker replied



BOOM! The ship shook violently! From Faulsen's observation window he could see a large blast come from the planet. The shudder threw Doug off his feet hitting the metal deck below him! Quickly he stood, blood drained from his forehead dazing and confused. "Report!" he yelled, wondering what the hell was happening.

"No damage sir, all bulkheads are sealed. Hull integrity at 100 percent, but I am detecting strong levels of radiation below us sir, seems the blast came from the city. " Ensign Micheal said at Ops.

"Alert the captain!" Doug commanded wiping his forehead with a cloth he kept in his pocket.

"Striker, wheres that signal now?!" he asked him fast and loud.

The second lieutenant checked his visual display. "It's heading away sir, off planet. Towards what seems to be an old long range communications space station. Only one in orbit too.

A crewman entered the bridge saluting Faulsen, catching his breath. "Sir, the captain..." he gasped for more air. He tried again. "Sir, the captain has had some sort of stroke or heart attack! They found her dead in her quarters." he said, his face was pale white.

"Your in command now sir." He finished.

"The hell do you mean a stroke?" Faulsen asked him, he towered over the man. His voice echoeing through the bridge. So everyone could hear.

"Medics preparing an autopsy now sir. I'm sorry."

"Jesus Christ." Doug whispered.

The First Lieutenant turned at Ensign Micheal at Ops.

"Ensign, are we within launching range of that station?" Faulsen asked him sternly

Micheal checked his monitor, confirming his math. He turned to face his new CO. "Yes sir." he said "Just inside launch range."

"Very good, I want you to signal for the strike teams to intercept that ship. Who ever is on it just killed a lot of people. I want that Son Of A -blam!- tracked down. Probably insurrectionist. " he added

"Yes sir!" The ensign replied

Faulsen turned to the crewman still standing there not knowing what to do.

"Can you fly this thing son?" Doug asked him

The man looked up at Doug stunned.

"Yes-yes sir." he studderd. "I used to fly freighters back home, before i joined the navy, but I'm no officer sir." he added nervously.

"Non-sense." Faulsen said "I'm giving you a field promotion ensign, a name would be nice too." Doug smiled at him.

"Chief petty officer." he stopped "I mean ensign Philip Ryan sir."

"Get to your station Ryan." he said softly. The new bridge crewman jogged over to Doug's old seat. Taking up the ships controls. "Micheal I wanted those pelicans launched 50 seconds ago!" he yelled.standing in the middle of the bridge, the promotion sinking in quickly under the stress of the situation.

"Sir! Last teams are boarding now. Prepping outbound vectors, opening hangar doors on five, four, three, two, one.

Faulsen could hear the ship rumble as the hangar doors opened.

"Come about Ryan heading three-three-nine degrees. Give me 90 percent engines. "Three-three-nine degrees aye aye. Ryan repeated to him. "Engines at 90 percent sir, running hot Micheal added.

"Lets go hunting boys." Faulsen said

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Chapter 11

0700 Hundred Hours (MILITARY CALENDAR) March 27th 2536 (Present Day)

Location: CLASSIFIED/ Civilian Designation: Wind Gate Colony/ City 4/ Capitol building/ Level 41



BOOM! The heat from the blast burned the back of Jordan's neck! He stumbled up the stair bloodied and battered. "Go, go, go!" he yelled turning and shooting into the mass of creatures behind them. His shotgun pellets tearing into the beasts taking several down in one shot. He stood on the darkened stairway, dawn was approaching, night seeped in threw the windows that lined the stairwell. Small and cramped it made maneuvering difficult for the men. It also gave the creatures a hard time trying to kill their victims.

"Move your ass!" Jordan yelled to Bryce's last man clambering to get up the stairs, he limped past Jordan quickly. Bryce stood next to the commander, holding down the trigger to his M5AB assault riffle. 7.62mm rounds pierced the darkness. Green slime oozed all over the two of them.

Silence came, Jordan lowered his gun. listening for what came next, he was no longer scared, his training had taken over completely. The wound he had received ached. Blood began to drip from it once more. He flinched at the pain as he turned to continue up the stairs. "Three more to go!" Bryce yelled trying to encourage the three of them.

They had lost the other two far down below, the sights they had witnessed in the building. The death and destruction. All of it burned into Jordan's memory. He wanted to get off this rock, and quick.

The trio ran up the last of the stairs. Jordan burst the steal door open. Sunlight blinded him as he walked onto the roof. in the distance he could see the edge of the forest, so far off. Bryce and his last man came out together firing behind them. Bryce slammed the door. sealing it shut on the numerical pad next to it.

Bang! Bang! Bang! dents appeared on the door. The creatures vying to get after them. The clouds had left leaving the light from the planets moon to illuminate them.

Jordan turned to see Bryce heading for his ship, on the landing pad sat an old pelican. Rusted and cracked it didn't look flyable. the paint peeled from it.

"Stay here." Jordan said to Bryce's man. He left the doorway and walked towards the pelican.

Bryce climbed up one of the ladder's leading to the landing pad. It sat up off of the roof its self at least by ten feet.

"Jordan!" He yelled from the top "Come help me get this thing ready. Gorge can hold the door."

Jordan slung his weapon, he grabbed the first metal bar with his hands. Begining his assent. Bryce opened the rear door. With a hissing noise the ramp from the back opened. Coming down meeting the floor. It thumped hard as Bryce walked onboard.

Jordan wasn't far behind him, he got off the ladder, dusting himself off. He looked back, the soldier Gorge still stood there, his weapon aimed at the steal door that led back down into hell. A loud screech made him turn around. A large crane extended from the bird. It wrapped around large black half sphere.. Then Jordan looked closer. 'HOVOK' was stated clearly on the side. The crane set it down jently on the ground behind the pelican.

"What the hell is this?!" Jordan yelled at Bryce. Bryce came out of the ship, jumping down from the ramp.

"You bought the story didn't you?" Bryce said to him "I don't know if you've been ignoring all you've saw on your way in here but this city must be destroyed. I had no choice but to use you as an excuse and the Nav story to get my leaders to aprove this mission. My real plan is to destroy this city and these things. Once and for all." Bryce aproached the bomb, he entered a series of codes on the computer pad. The blue background turned red.

"Bomb Armed" The computer said

"But this is property of the UNSC." Jordan stated "You cannot simply destroy this place."

"Are you blind?!" Bryce pushed the commander, have you not seen this?! So many dead! Thier not even real people! Just mindless beats all hell bent on killing or infecting the living. It's like you'de find this in a zombie movie! I watched my family die to these things. So i'm stopping them now."

Bryce turned around heading back inside the bird.



POP! POP! POP! The commander turned, in horror he watched to see Gorge get jumped by a small balloon shaped bug, tentacles from the bottom of it swarmed into Gorge's body, he screamed in pain as it took control of his nervous system, the creature then melted the mans organs using them for nutrients. His head fell to its side as three tentacles popped from his neck. The mans skin had turned into a puke green, his hands had grown into long claws. his legs bulged out. The man's other arm still held his M5AB assault riffle. Bryce came back off the pelican running towards Jordan shooting at what was now Gorge. More of the things charged through the door. "We gotta go!" Bryce yelled to Commander Cutter. The two of them stood by the pelican firing down below at the swarm of creatures.

Jordan heard a scream! He turned around to see Bryce being slice down the middle. One of the cretures tore through his frail body. Severing his stomach. Jordan turned and ran towards the two of them. He fired! Shotgun pellets impacted the beast. It went down.

Jordan came to Bryce's side. Kneeling next to him. Blood covered the mans face and body. His eye had been torn out. Bryce's guts spilled on the floor. He struggled to talk to Jordan.

"GO!" he yelled twitching violently. Blood came up through his mouth. He suffocated on it. Dying.

Jordan got up. More of the things where climbing the ladder to get to him. He passed the bomb looking at the timer. It hit 05:01 minutes as he ran into the pelican. Shutting the rear door. He jogged towards to pilots seat. Strapping himself in, he powered the ship up. The engines roared to life.

He took the controls, accelerating the ship. It creaked and moaned as he got off the deck. Jordan powered the engines forward. A countdown timer suddenly speared on one of the screens inside the ship. "Come On!" he yelled.

00:10, 00:09,00:08. The seconds went by quick. The ship trying to gain altitude.He was using full power now. Trying to get into space. Trying to escape the blast.

00:01, 00:00

The bomb detonated. The explosion ripped through the city, engulfing everything in fire and death. Buildings instantly denigrated as the nuclear bombs shock wave flew through the city.From the cockpit Jordan could see flames appear on the sides of the windows. He hammered down on the throttle. Pulling several Gs he began to fade from reality.

He heard a computers voice speak."Course set, engaging auto pilot.".

Jordan blacked out.



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Posted by: OB of HWF
Hey Socom, how come you can already post your FF, and I can't? We both only joined today.


You have to wait 24 hours. Socom joined a few days ago, he just didn't post anything.

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End Of Part One

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Posted by: Wolverfrog
Posted by: OB of HWF
Hey Socom, how come you can already post your FF, and I can't? We both only joined today.


You have to wait 24 hours. Socom joined a few days ago, he just didn't post anything.

-1 Points for Bungie.Net.

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