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Subject: //:Cybernetic-134:\\(Chapter 8 is up)

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Well, this is my first crack at this on here...(...wooh...), but I have this on the Official Halo Wars site, so I already have an "audience" there, but anyways...

102 Tactical- Battalion that Jeremy Conan was assigned to, he had been in active duty for one and a half years.

Private Conan- A very well respected soldier of his battalion. Was heavily injured during a fight for a strip of land in Cairo, Egypt.(A pelican had crashed into the building he was in)

Sergeant Kennen- The squad leader of Conan's squad. Very well trained, and he puts his squadmates first.

Cybernetic Project- A project devised of Doctor Gregory Andrews. Similar to the Spartan project, but instead of kidnapping young children, this project took in nearly killed soldiers to artificially repair them for active duty. So far all 133 men died during operation. If one were to be successful, then they would be basically another spartan(but, through machinery).

Doctor Andrews- Created the Cybernetic Project. Has a famed reputation for working with both Halsey and Anders.

Thar' Sariumee- One of the few elites that are unlike the rest of it's kind. Dishonorable, and cruel. Personel guard of Athel Vatamee.

Athel Vantamee- A very honorable elite commander. Excels at ground operations, and is starting to become very powerful as a ship master.



[Edited on 05.16.2009 8:40 PM PDT]

  • 04.26.2009 4:37 PM PDT
Subject: //:Cybernetic-134:\\(FF)

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Battle for Earth Two
Charlie Company
Cairo Egypt
November 5, 2552


Pvt. Conan of the 102 Tactical heaved as the pelican bulked lower. The atmosphere in the cargo hold was hot and humid; Due to the fact that the ramp could not be lowered until "touchdown". Most of the marines in the hold had a worried look on the face when the pelican lowered down more. Conan must've had the same look on his face. He didn't like the idea of being dropped in a "hot zone". The hatch to the cockpit was partially opened, the radio channel was alive with voices. From the sound of things, this drop wasn't going to be easy.

"Hold on back there!" One of the pilots called to the back. It was kinda difficult to understand, but the sound of his voice warned that something was definatly going to happen, and soon. The aircraft dipped more...and more...then it jerked right...then back to the left. The screamming of passing bombers was heard for a short second before multiple thuds.

"Sergeant...It's....your time to...shine." Conan's radio came to life from another pilot. "We're going to be in a big mess. The shortswords got some, but not all of 'em..."

"Alright listen up marines! The ramp's going to lower and I want the left to begin before the right. So let's say it's like a number system...everyone on the left is a one, and those on the right is a two." One of the other squad's team leader stood up, his hand gripping tightly to a hand rail. "I want the order to go 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2....got it? Where we're being dropped there's going to be a large line of barricades and road blocks. Go there... Check your gear!"

Conan looked down at his assault rifle. Ammo, full. Safety, on. Grenades, check. Dad's combat knife...check. The knife was tightly attached to Conan's chest, the blade's tip just being to tear a hole in the smaller carrier. He began to think of his friends...his family...his kids...He would have never have thought that they'd be gone...only one was reported missing...the others, dead. His family dead. His friends...dead.

Anger boiled up inside of him. Those alien a**holes were going to pay for every once of blood that was taken from him. He closed his eyes, trying to keep the memories out of his head.

"Let's get to it! Are you ready marines?" The sergeant yelled as he stood up again, rifle in hand.

"Sir, yes, Sir!" The entire hold of the pelican was full of anger driven and pride driven marines. All of them ready to kick anything in the way off of the planet and out of the system.

"I can't here you! Am I the only one here that's ready? Let me hear what's down inside of you!" The ramp lowered some, making a dark silohette(sp) around the officer for a short moment. Conan's eyes slowly began to adjust. The cool air was very refreshing.

"SIR, YES, SIR!" Every man yelled again, cocking their rifles in unison.

"I always loved that sound..." The sergeant chuckled. "Remember the lay-out, go where I ordered you." The sergeant turned to face out the ramp.

Conan couldn't see much off what was going on outside, but he didn't care, those thoughts were still haunting him. And before he knew it, the men unbuckled their harness' and stand. He quickly torn himself away and stood behind one of the twos. And even faster the men began to file out in a some-what orderly fashion. Conan kept in rythem as best he could. Down the ramp the three squad leader's were in a short line, hitting their members in the back as they passed. Conan knew one of them, Sergeant Kennen. He was a good squad leader, there when you needed him, no matter how crazy your idea was. The other two Conan didn't really know, not even their names.

As Conan passed Kenned he was given pulled aside. Conan stood there rifle at chest level, watching all the others file off. Seems as if they don't want to go...but also as if they do...

"Conan. I want you to assist the AT-team, you got it?" Kennen scanned over his rifle for a short second. "I know that you know Huskie. Am I right?"

"Yes, sir. Ryan was it?" Conan nodded. Ryan was a good man, always had a joke. Kennen hit Conan on the shoulder then jogged off. Conan not a second behind.

The pelican roared off over head. Dozens more had littered the sky both behind and infront of him. He scanned his eyes as he ran close behind his squad leader. There! Conan spotted Ryan with the other AT member. A rocket launcher at there knees as they prepared for a fight.

Conan slid down next to them. "Kennen wants me to assist. I don't know why, but he wants me to."

"Really, that's good. We need an ammo boy." Ryan chuckled as he slid a rocket into the one of the tubes.

Conan just chuckled back. The other guy had a mask over him and he didn't lose attention to his job at hand. Four plasma mortars fell back near the LZ. But none of the freshly dropped troopers seemed to be affected by any injuries.

"Lets go. The apartment here has a clear view across the beach." Ryan tapped Conan on the shoulder before heaving the AT weapon onto his shoulder, causing more him to sink more into the sand. "Just follow this guy here. After the battle you may meet him if you want. I think he's into you. Isn't that right Kyle?"

"Hey, I'm not the one that was staring at Kennen." The other member, Kyle it appeared, hit Ryan in the back of the shoulder before sliding along a road barricade that lead towards a large apartment.

"I was training before I become an expert at getting ladies. You know, on how to attract them with a sexy body." Ryan said as he and Conan followed.

Kyle had the launcher, Ryan had the ammo, and Conan carried all of their weapons.

"Conan, take point. We don't know what's in there. And before we enter, we're heading up to the fourth floor." Kyle turned around nodding his head towards apartments destroyed entrance. Concrete blocks were tossed all over the place. If humans were at peace, this entire place would've been packed with tourist, but now, it's barren. Dirt and trash was now very common.

All was quiet in the halls, besides the pounding of their boots, the clanking armor, and the fight outside. As they found a nearby stair well, luggage was thrown all about. Some one was too over confident that the UNSC could stop the Covenant in orbit. The three hustled up the steps taking two at a time. Level 2...Level 3...Level 4...It was hard, but it was shorter than expected.

Ryan pointed down the hall, towards the Covenant end. Conan lead them again in a slow paced jog. Papers, clothes, and tourist items littered the entire hall. A tap on the shoulder caused Conan to hault. It was Kyle. This next would be their starting position, three different rooms. Kyle kicked open a door, and Ryan kicked another open, Conan followed with another door.

"Here's how it's going to work. We'll fire out one of the rooms, then as quickly as we could, we'll fire out another, then another. If we have to, we'll open more rooms." Kyle sounded exhausted; probably his mask was kept him from breathing clearly.

All three of them poured into one of the rooms. Ryan pulled open a window, Kyle hunkered down aiming the rocket-launcher out. Altough he couldn't see it, Conan could hear a decent sized battle going on out side.

"Target their anti-air wraith's, we'll be helping a lot more than getting their main armor. Numbers can beat their strength." Ryan said to Kyle as he moved back around to next to Conan. "Ready? Fire!"

A large "whooshing" sound and a lound of air was evidence that a rocket was fired. "Lets move! They'll be aiming here in not a very long amount of time!" Kyle quickly rose and lead Ryan and Conan to the next room. Not three seconds later there was a large explosion as the room was hit by a plasma mortar.

The team quickly set up in the next room. Another rocket was quickly launched. They once again ran out of the room as quickly as possible. This time it took a little longer, but the mortar came in. This time there were more, at least five. The last room they had set up was also hit. Kyle ran up to another door to kick it in. Conan and Ryan on each side of him.

"You hear something?" Ryan asked, just before Kyle busted down the door.

"What do you mean?" Kyle asked impatiently.

"Sounds like.....grunts! Conan, rifle now!" Ryan yelled as he slid behind Conan for his assault rifle. Conan himself on the other hand was already aiming down the hall. A couple of pulls and both Kyle and Ryan were ready. There was nothing at first, but one of the small little aliens scurried around the corner, following it were several others and two elites.

"S*** Fall back!" Kyle kicked open the door and dove in. Following him was Ryan. Conan fired off a short burst before sliding in.

Seconds past. The room they took cover in was trashed, but it offered some protection at least.

"Hold...I hear something else..." Ryan stood some from behind a sofa, his rifle trained on the door way.

Conan heard it too. It was a familiar sound, but he couldn't pin point it. And another second later came a large crashing sound and fire. And after that...no...with it came darkness.

This was Conan's moment to death, and he would soon meet the moment in between life and death.

  • 04.26.2009 4:40 PM PDT

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Chapter 1: The Fight Ends

Battle for Earth Two
Charlie Company
Cairo, Egypt
November 5, 2552

Sergeant Kennen's stomach "fell" at the sight that stood before him. Everything else appeared to have frozen still the moment he saw what had happened. All feelings were gone, there was nothing that he could do. An apartment complex before him towered in flames from a crashed pelican. The entire mid-section held a single pelican that was hit by passing banshee's.

Nothing would have made him more upset than that moment. Conan's gone...In a blink of an eye...gone... The three were doing so well, destroying two wraiths, and it would have been more, but... The last few images that ran through his mind at that time where the rockets shot out and the Covenant team that was sent in the rear to dispatch the problem. Gone...Conan, Ryan, Kyle...

"Rios! Take my squad! I'll be back..." Kenned tapped the back of the other sergeants neck. He was going to search for the three, even if it meant his life.

"Don't do it! You saw what happened! It's war man, it's war...They're gone, man, I'm sorry. It's war..." Rios grabbed Kennen's arm and pulled him down. "I know Conan was your best, but man...he's gone..."

"There could still be a chance! I'll be back." Kennen yanked himself away from Sergeant Rios grasp.

As plasma fire and crystal shards flew over his head, Sergeant Kennen made his way towards the burning building. Parts of the pelican hung over the edge ready to fall down below. The already destroyed entrance was on the verge of collapsing. Smoke poured down a nearby stair well. Kennen could die doing this, but he felt it was neccissary.

As he ran up the stairs, rifle still in hand, he found two grunt bodies. Both were dead, or at least looked like it. At the fourth level he found the rear of the pelican, and one elite body with three dead grunts. He saw two elites go in, so the other one could still be alive, or under the aircraft. As Kennen pasted the pelican he looked in the cargo hold.

"Hey, anyone alive in there?" He called out as he slowly made his way to the cockpit.

"He-*cough*cough* Help! In here!" A man's for yelled back in pain. Kenned pulled his way forward, inhailing smoke and other toxin fumes. In the cockpit there was one dead pilot, the other was seriosly injuried. Large metal shards were lodged in his legs. Kenned began to pull the man's legs from metal. He man screamed out in pain, but he sounded like he was doing his best to fight it.

Kennen heard something behind him, he ignored it. He pulled at the man's legs again, this time he unlatched them. He pulled the man across the metal surface of the pelican and out into the halls. He then headed back into the wreckage. As he made his way around the front of the dropship he saw Ryan's body, but there was a long slash around his chest, and it looked like he was thrown from the room. Then all of a sudden came another body, Kyle's. The other elite must have been in the room finishing them off.

Sergeant Kenned peered around the partially destroyed door frame. An elite had it's sword out and it was heading towards Conan. Conan! He's alive! Although unable to pull himself away, Conan was alive. He was lying against the corner of the room. He was on the edge of his life, and it was about to be finished. His eyes were hardly opened, but Kennen could see them. Conan's eyes moved to look at him. The elite saw this, it lashed around to strike Kennen, but it had missed. It's sword cut into the wall next to him, the heat began to scorch Kennen's arm. Kennen fell backwards shocked, but he rose his rifle and emptied a full clip into the alien before it could react. It's shields flared and emptied. Dark blood poured out aind spilled onto the carpet. The elite roared and fell forward. It hit the ground with a thud, but it didn't move, it was dead.

"Conan...Don't worry, I'm here...I'm going to get you out of here." Kennen rushed down to Conan throwing his rifle to the side. Conan began to fient.

"Go....you wouldn't make...it out....taking...me." Conan struggled to speak. He began to raise his right arm, but he flinched and the arm dropped.

Sergeant Kennen pulled Conan up and over his back. He heaved as he struggled to make a go for the exit. The pilot! He was still alive, and he had crawled near the stairs. The entire hall was being ingulfed in flames.

"Grab my pack, I'll have to drag you down. I can't put this man down." Kennen ordered the pilot, still trying to stand tall with all the weight on his back.

"No, I'll hold him, you drag me. You'll make it out faster..." The pilot coughed. Kennen listened. He placed Conan next to the pilot, which pulled Conan onto his lap. Blood began to exit Conan's nose, Kennen would have to hurry. He grabbed the collar of the pilot and pulled as hard as he could. He pulled the pilot down the stairs as smooth as he could, but he could hear the it wasn't good enough, so he ignored trying to be safe.

As they began to go down to the second level the sounds of the ceiling was heard. If Kennen didn't hurry, they'd all die. He scrammed as fast as he could, pulling tightly on the collar. As they reached the first floor and were about to exit the building, a section of the ceiling fell. Right onto Conan and the pilot. The pilot began to scream, the hot ambers were burning at his skin. Kennen ran up next to the two and kick as much of the debris off as possible. He pulled them out of the building and onto the sand behind a barricade.

"Medic! I need a medic!" Kennen yelled as he pulled Conan off the pilot. The pilot himself had his magnum drawn and ready to fight.

"I don't beleive it....Hey! We need a medic down here, NOW!" Sergeant Rios was stunned by the what Kennen had done.

Within thirty seconds came two medics. Both were out of breathe from running from injured to injured. They checked the pilot, then tagged him with a moderate injury marker. Conan was marked with an KIA/Heavy Injury, a pelican would have to transport him out ASAP.

The fight was still rageing on, but the Covenant forces were pulling out, and more UNSC forces were coming in. A loud crashing sound confirmed the apartments down and in flames. The remaining bodies were going to be cremated on their death site.

"Hogs coming up sir! You'll have to stay though, you're not....hold on..., you've been hit in the arm." One of the medics pointed down to Kennen's right arm. He had been scraped by the edge of the energy sword, but he was lucky that he was just a bad burn and not a full lethal cut. "Looks like you're going with him. That's good though, this fights begining to cool down, we're pushing them back....for now though..."

Kennen had made it through one crazy day. But it wouldn't stop there. There's always the next crazy battle.

  • 04.26.2009 4:41 PM PDT
Subject: //:Cybernetic-134:\\(Chapter 7 is almost up)

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Chapter 2: The Coming of Evil.

Battle for Earth Two
Resilence, flagship.
Sol System, Earth
November 5, 2552

Commander Athel Vantamee stood on the bridge of his flagship. Although not as experienced as his father was at commanding a ship, Athel was an excellent ground force leader. Many times had he conducted special operations and succeeded with ease. His metallic white armor shown brightly in the lightly lit space of the bridge. His personal guard, Thar Sariumee, stood at his side, arms across his chest. The sanghelio officer was wanting a fight, as usual, but the humans had a strong hold on the ground.

"The humans have forced the Admiral's troops back....If we had a way to cripple the human's majorly..." Vantamee spoke to himself, loud enough for Sariumee to hear him. He was watching a holographic map of the battlefield, a small beach, with one of the human transports crashed in one of their buildings. One of their vehicles pulled up along side a few of their injured. The other elite stepped up next to the other.

"Why don't we hit their medical facilities? Their morale would fall...along with their treatment center." Thar Sariumee answered back, just inches away from scrapping both of the elites armor. He would always have a smart tactic, but they were always brutal.

"But, I don't want to hit them where they're too weak to fight back. To me that's dishonorable." Vantamee casted a glareing face at his guard. "But...we could take the place over...and hope that they come at us while we're digging in..."

Vantamee placed both of his large hands onto the strategic display. He studied the holo images with great care, trying to learn something. Human men and armor strolled across the beach. The transport sunk a little deeper into the building that it had crashed into. And the human light vehicle had four men placed in the back as it began to drive off.

"Keep close tabs on that vehicle...it'll lead us to their facility. Stroy, you're in command as of now....Thar...let's go." Vantamee crossed his arms as he ordered his crew what to do. His guard followed him out as they left the bridge, heading for the hanger. Thar was just behind Vantamee, keeping in step. There weren't many guards around than there would be before they had control of the system. The halls themselves too, were lightly lit, with one small panels in the upper an lower corners.

The hanger though, was capable of holding up to four spirit or phantom dropships at a time. This hanger in particular was busy. Engineers were at work on vehicles to make sure that they were in proper condition. Unggoy and other sanghelio's were preparing for transit to the surface. Vantamee saw one of his senior crewmen; he was breifing some other sanghelio's before their transit. All Vantamee did was point to the nearby phantom, and the other officer nodded without breaking his words.

The phantom was empty, besides three unggoy. The three quickly jumped to their feet, and stood at attention. Vantamee just nodded, the unggoy slacked some.

"I need a transit down to the planet, to our primary operation's center." Vantamee ordered. The three unggoy, nervously shaking, looked at each other.

"Whi..Which operations center? The fleet's or.-" One of them replied, his eyes moving at a high speed, switching from one sanghelio to the other. But before he could finish, Thar cut him off.

"Ours! If it would have been the fleet's it would have been stated!" Thar lashed out, stepping infront of his commander. Vantamee retaliated by pulling him back to face him face to face. Their eyes were locked for long seconds. Thar may not have looked like he knew made a mistake, but Vantamee could sense it. He pushed his guard back behind him.

"So, take us there."

The three unggoy scampered to their positions. Two of them handled each of the side plasma turrets as the other got situated in the dropship. Once the turrets were unlatched and moved aside, the sides of the phantom rose up. The dropship began to vibrate and hum as it warmed up. Vantamee gripped onto an over head handle, he locked his eyes onto Thar. The other sanghelio stared back, his darker(red) armor reflected light, but it wasn't as noticable as Vantamee's. Thar didn't grab onto any handles of any kind, trying to show strength. I know you want to command this ship, but it is mine... Vantamee didn't like Thar's attitude at all. The only reason why he wanted him as his guard is because of the fear that eminates(sp) from him.

There was a brief drop as the phantom launched out of the hanger. The two gunner unggoy sat by the cockpit chittering amoung themselves. As the phantom began to enter the planet's atmosphere, the troop bay began to warm. The ship began to rattle and shake, so Thar grabbed an over head handle, even he couldn't stand the transition in.

Covenant outpost 007-245
Sol System, Earth
November 5, 2552

A collumn of wraiths and shadows drifted down one of the human's many road systems below Vantamee's phantom. The humans had fallen back to put up a better fight, but they had moved farther away from their medical facility. The human's small medical vehicle, from the battle that was just hours ago, was now heading down different paths to lose the banshee patrols over head.

Vantamee could see the patrols out in the distance. There blue "trails"(the boost) were clearly visible. The only likely location that the humans were going was a single lone building that stood out from the rest. The tan walls were made of another material than that of their other towering structures. The banshee's peeled off from their course. Yellow tracer rounds were visible as the human's fired up at the patrol. A small blue explosion showed that one banshee was hit, but it kept flying.

"Tell them to return. We've got the location, the non-metallic structure, about mid-height of the others. Tell our armor commanders to follow us in." Vantamee told the unggoy pilot, which didn't reply, but it did react. The armored columns slowed and followed the phantom as it veered towards the structure.

The phantom's defense gunners were squatted down with the turrets facing up. Thar was in the back, keeping to himself. Four other sanghelio had been brought along. They too, kept to themselves, standing in a line as they watched the view. None of them looked at either Thar or Vantamee, hardly even themselves. The banshee's flew past, the injured on keeping with the other. The system's sun was begining to fall below the horizon, giving them a good chance of a suprise attack.

Vantamee carried a single energy sword, a needler, and one plasma pistol. The other sanghelio only had plasma rifles, besides one other which carried a carbine. Thar, carried dual swords, dual plasma rifles, and his plasma pistol. Thar originally had one sword, but one of his only squadmates that he had fully respected had fallen in battle on one of the human colonies. He had never been the same since, besides his brutality. He never spoke with other sanghelio as he had used to, nor had he respected them, or honor itself.

Vantamee sighed at the sight of Thar. If only you were honorable, maybe then I would support you for command of your own vessel. The sun began to disappear as the sanghelio's prepared their weapons.


[Edited on 05.02.2009 10:17 PM PDT]

  • 04.26.2009 4:42 PM PDT

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Chapter 3: St. McCartney Hospital

Battle for Earth Two
42 Medical
Cairo, Egypt
November 5, 2552

Sergeant Kennen clung to the side of the medical warthog as the driver sped around a corner. The hospital was about half a mile away, and the covenant may be just behind them. Since the banshee patrol had been following them for a while, until the LAAG 'hog came around from behind, the covenant must be following. Conan lay unconscious across the back of the warthog.

"Hey, remove his armor, we're almost there." The medic was busily treating the pilot of the crashed pelican transport, which began to get blood clots in his legs.

"But, you said after we left the beach to not touch his armor," Kennen removed his helmet and scanned the skies and streets for any other sign of life. The medic looked up at him, sweat was running down his face. Blood covered both of their hands.

"Forget what I said, the covenant were following us. They'll be arriving at McCartney's in a short while, so everyone there is going to have to be evaced out of there. Kennen shook his head as he pulled Conan over next to him.

Blood was slowly dripping out of Conan's mouth, his eyes had scorch marks all along them, his arms and legs were crushed. Both of his legs were definatly broken, same as his chest. As Kennen removed the chest plates on the Conan he saw more blood. Something had punctured his upper abdoman(sp), maybe a bone or something.

"Hey, he's got a bad cut. Something's got him just above the stomach." Kennen looked back at the medic yelling on the radio. "Hey!" Kennen hit the medic's arm. The medic reached down and grabbed a roll of bandages, he threw them next to Kennen. Kennen did the best he could to patch the private's wound as best he could. This isn't my job...I don't even know how to treat someone with a broken leg... Kennen's heart was racing. He wiped his arm across his chest, some blood and sweat revealed how much of a mess he was in.

The two vehicles rounded another turn, and there stood St. McCartney Hospital. The street shone a lime green from the large neon letters. There were already three other warthog's parked up along the entrance, the light to mild injured were being evaced. Two emergency vehicles were preparing to pull out. As Kennen's medical hog pulled up behind the other vehicles, a team of six medical personel pulling along two stretchers rushed up next to them.

"Injuries?" A women asked as she checked the pilot and Conan. She was in a hurry, so they must've been warned.

"The pilot there has two severly injured legs and chest, the man in the back there is in a coma." The medic jumped out to help the team pull the pilot out of the side. The pilot wrenched from pain, but kept quiet. "The guy in the back also has a severe cut above his stomach. And the Sergeant sitting there is okay, just a second maybe third degree burn from an energy sword."

Kennen was breathing heavily, even though it had been while from fighting. Half of the medical team pushed the pilot over to the emergency vehicles, the rest pulled Conan out of the back and strapped him down to the other stretcher. Kennen slid over the back of the warthog to follow them. He grabbed his rifle with his left hand instead of his right. Best that I save as much energy as possible... The entrance of the facility was clean, but it was in a big hurry. Dozen's of injured and medical personel were moving from one place to another. There were no visitor's, so they must've been pulled out long before the battle. The halls were the same, but with more paper work thrown to the ground.

"A pelican's coming in about five minutes, enough time for us to patch both of you up," The same nurse from before said as she and her collegues entered a small medical bay. Another nurse came up next to Kennen and began to rap medical bandages around his injury. Conan was given some morphine and other pain medicine.



[Edited on 05.02.2009 10:19 PM PDT]

  • 04.26.2009 4:44 PM PDT

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Chapter 3(count.)

After three minutes of resting and watching the medical teams do their work with Conan, Sergeant Kennen and the medic from before were hustled up to the roof. They had to hurry, there were reports that an approaching phantom and a collumn of hostile armor was quickly heading this way. The service elevator was to only be used for the injured and medical personel, so the two soldiers had to run up to roof by stairs. The first thing that entered Kennen's mind was the apartments. He did his best to ignore the thoughts, yet they still lingered on.

After running up the stairs Kennen took in a big face full of air as he bursted through the door way leading to the roof. The night sky was filled with clouds, a perfect time to ambush with a phantom. Kennen jogged over the edge to peer down onto the streets, the convoy had left, and now it was only time for the pelican to arrive. For an odd reason Kennen checked his rifle, the ammo counter was empty. He still hadn't placed a new clip in since he shot the elite. He removed the empty magazine and placed onto the ledge. A new clip was shoved in just as a phantom uncloaked just down the street.

"Get down stairs now! They're here!" Kennen yelled as he ran for the stairs. The medic was not far behind. The sergeant's heart began to race again. Skipping two or three steps, slipping every so often, Kennen was quickly getting closer to getting back in time to warn the others.

When he burst through the door and into the medical bay, he found everyone gone, even Conan. He looked around the room frantically, and down the halls, no one to be found. The medic finally caught up to him, breathing qiuckly, his assault rifle in both hands.

"Where are they?" Kennen asked as he began looking through anything he could find.

"Elevator?" The medic replied, making both of them lock gazes.

"S***" They both said in unison. Then the race back up the stair began again. They wasted their time running back down for nothing. Then an idea struck Kennen. When they reached the next level, Level 14, he burst through the door and hit the emergency alarm. Sirens blared. Hopefully they haven't reached the top floor yet... Kennen ran back for the stair, the medic was already checking each elevator shaft along the way. As Kennen caught up, they both began to check each shaft. So far they haven't found anything, but when they got levels higher, which was two levels lower from the top floor, they heard someone knock back. The medic used a nearby metal tray to pry open the door. And inside were the remaining medical teams and injured, including Conan.

"What happened?" One of the medical doctors asked as he began to step out. The put a hand on him, Kennen saw something in his eyes. As he turned around he saw one of the service stair's door slide open. Seconds past. Then the door began to open again, but it suddenly jolted shut.

"Active camo...spray the door... when I say..." Kennen whispered into the medic's ear. He turned back to the medical teams. "Follow us, and when we begin to fire, stay calm, they'll probably already begining to come down the other stairs...how long does it take for the emergency systems to power down?" A nurse replied with four fingers. Kennen nodded back, then waved them to follow.

The door didn't move again, but Kennen kept his eyes on it. Nothing was moving...just papers on the ground...Then another thought entered his head. He grabbed the medic's shoulder, and pulled up his other hand to signal 'halt'. He rose his rifle up at one of the anti-fire systems. Bang. He shot the system and the entire floor's anti-fire networks came to life. Water poured down on every single thing in the hall; papers, injured, Kennen, three elite figures.

Kennen and the medic fired at the three figures, which in turn fired back. Shields flared, and the medical teams and wounded headed back for the elevator. Kennen and the medic, along with the three elites had no cover, yet. All of them pulled back into one of the medical rooms.

"Any grenades?" The medic yelled as he dove to the floor firing his rifle. Ahh...Kennen pulled out one of his frags. He pulled out the pin, counted to two, then threw as hard as he could. A large explosion sounded off and the three elites disappeared. After the medic got to his feet and ran back for the elevator, Kennen close behind, more plasma shots came out from the dust and pouring water.

The doors stayed open for about another minute, both of the soldiers kept their weapons aimed down the hall. Then the doors eased shut and began to rise to the roof. Everyone took a fast breather, besides the medic. He scanned over everyone incase of any un-noticed injuries. No one seemed to have been injured further. Conan was still unconscious, his remaining armor was stripped off, and extra blood was being pumped into him.

The elevator doors opened to reveal the night sky, nothing was around, the phantom has left and there were lights in the distance to show that the pelican was on it's way. Kennen stepped out into the open, nothing happened. He waved everyone else to get ready to board. He looked back over to the ledge where he had stood ealier, the rifle clip that he had left was gone. He thought he saw a figure standing where he was looking, but he dismissed the thought.

Nothing else happened...Kennen and the medic stayed on alert, walking around LZ waiting for the pelican to come in. The others stayed in the back making final adjustments. The pelican roared over head, and began to lower down. The ramp dropped revealing to dark figures with weapons looking down. The door ways that lead up to the roof did not move, at least not when Kennen was paying attention. Everyone raced aboard, fighting against the dust that was kicked up but the engines.

As they all strapped down the injured and themselves, the ramp began to close. The two marines in the back sat by themselves on the far end. The back ramp stopped about a foot away from closing completely. The entire interior was black, only to be lit by a single small red light above the cabin door.

Even though choas has filled the entire day, the night was quite serrine(sp).



[Edited on 05.02.2009 10:20 PM PDT]

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Chapter 4: The Cybernetic Project

Paris, France
ONI, Section Three
November 6, 2552


Doctor Gregory Andrews sat at his desk reading one of his files on the UNSC super carriers, and how they should be better armed. The tap-tap-tap of his keyboard was the only noise emitting from in his office. Halsey is still missing? He opened one of three files, his former co-worker hasn't been founded for nearly a month, along with the spartan III's and all but one of Blue Team. Another message was about how to handle Delta Halo, the newly founded ring. The last message was about a covenant civil war, and what may happen in the future. Andrews sighed. Even though he and Halsey had a bad connection towards on another, they both made brilliant ideas. Halsey's project was more successful, but only because none of her project "trainee's" had died completely. All of Andrews project "specimen" died, but he has only had 133 so far, unlike Halsey's couple hundred. The prime problem to Doctor Andrews project was the fact that they were all severely wounded, the farthest one had only survived three days.

He shook head. If Anders were here, we could get this project going, and maybe we could find Halsey and her spartan's. Anders, another on of his co-workers, had a rough time together, but all three of them excelled in supporting the UNSC military.

The office's phone rang, causing Andrews to fall back against the back of his seat. He stared at the phone. Probably another call about the carrier's... He kept staring at the phone as it rang again. He grabbed it.

"Doctor Andrews..." He asked over the phone, half annoyed. He had been getting so many calls lately on the super carriers, or another research project, or even his co-workers.

"Doctor Andrews...we've got another. He's heading in by pelican from Cairo, Egypt." A female voice replied back. She sounded urgent.

"What? Another? I need his age, name, height, weight, health issues, everything!" Andrews said with his voice raising. He hadn't had another canidate for a few years now.

"The files are now being sent to you..." The voice replied, this time now, more calm. She hung up leaving the doctor to himself. A new message appear revealing information on a private of the 102 tactical.

*** ***

Name: Jeremy Michael, Conan

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Height: 5' 11"

Weight: 242 lb.

Health Issues: Slight Heart Problems. Far sighted.

Hometown: New York City, New York.

Injuries: Mild Coma. Several broken ribs. Fractured skull. Both arms and legs are broken severily. Mild cut above abdoman. Fractured collar bone. Fractured jaws and cheecks. Eyes heavily damaged.

Squad Leader: Gunnery Sergeant, Alex Kennen

Battalion Commander: General, Samual Heartson

Medical Doctor: MD, Frank Kelly

Approval Signature:

*** ***

All that was needed was a single print, and signature...Then the easy work would be finished and the hard work would begin. Andrews hesitated. If another one fails, then there goes another few hundred thousand credits...but if this succeeds, then this project would be like Halsey's, but cheaper...I'll prove her wrong, and Anders. A single one of these soldiers could be just like a spartan, but more powerful... Gregory Andrews trailed off in thought as he began to print the paper work. He rose out of his seat and walked out of his office.

All that was needed was a single print, and signature...Then the easy work would be finished and the hard work would begin. Andrews hesitated. If another one fails, then there goes another few hundred thousand credits...but if this succeeds, then this project would be like Halsey's, but cheaper...I'll prove her wrong, and Anders. A single one of these soldiers could be just like a spartan, but more powerful... Gregory Andrews trailed off in thought as he began to print the paper work. He rose out of his seat and walked out of his office.
The offices were empty as usual this early in the morning, at Two a.m., only researchers like Halsey, Anders, and Andrews would get up this early and work. Mainly because they had to. The halls were dark, with only small lamps at every end of every three offices. The room at the end of the hall was the fax and printing room, the entire room was completely darkened. Andrews hit a switch causing half of the room to light up. He covered his eyes as they adjusted. The machine next to him had only one paper, the one he needed. He grabbed the paper work and headed back for his office.

Once back at his office he grabbed a pen and wrote down his famous signature. Now he'd have to make a quick phone call, and fax the paperwork, and then make assignments. He sat back down in his chair. A new message was waiting for him. It was the man he was about to call. The man, Doctor Irvin Kalhskov, wanted to know if it was true, if another canidate was found. Andrews decided to call Kalhskov, and not reply to the message, which he knew many more were to come.

Andrews dialed in the numbers as quickly and accurately as possible. At first no one answered, but not a second later some one did.

"Andrews! Is he fit? What condition is he in?" The other doctor asked quickly, not bothering to breathe. Andrews rolled his eyes...

"I think so, he's about 242 pounds, five-foot eleven-inches, and has slight heart problems. But, he's in a serious condition, and he might not make it, but if we can do our magic, he'll definatly help us and the UNSC."

"I think it's going to work. The heart problems shouldn't be that bad...but I'll need the paper works..." Kalhskov softly spoke, some rustling in the background sounded as if he was getting dressed.

"I'm sending you the work now. Does anyone know of this?" Andrews printed another copy and programmed it to be faxed to multiple locations.

"Not that I know of...Do you realize how much time and money this is going to take? It could be like making a single spartan!" Kalhskov piped up some more. Then there was the sound of him dropping the phone. "Sorry, had trouble getting my jeans on."

"I know how much this is going to cost...I designed it, remember? Well, get over here as quickly as you can, we've got work to do." Andrews hung up the phone and pulled up a file on his computer.

Time for assignments. Hopefully this one will be successful, if not then we're out of the game... More messages appeared, about the same thing, over and over. And hopefully this won't go public until we get more...

What Andrews did not know, was that his project was going to be one of the most rarest and powerful acheivements in human history, just like Halsey's program.



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Chapter 5: Awakening

Battle for Earth Two
Paris, France. Unknown Research facility.
Charlie Company(?)
Date, Unknown

Conan awoke with a slight dizziness to his head. He rose his arm to rub his head, but to his suprise, even though he could move his arm, he could not feel anything. He examined his arm for a second, then realized that he was in a small clinical room. The walls were shining from the glare of the sun from outside a large window. He was laying on his back in a small bed, it's sheets thrown back. Was it a dream? That the human-covenant war was just a dream? A terrible dream? No, it wasn't. Just outside of the glass, there was a holographic image of a battle. Things were still the same. Conan let go a long sigh of frustration, then began to investigate he arms again.

His arms looked fine, and moved like normal, but something wasn't right. He could hardly feel anything from his shoulders down, and he thought he could see something under his skin, something that Conan just couldn't pinpoint. He made a tight fist as he head became clouded. What's going on? This must be a...He lost thought again, but this time he knew the reason why. The wrist of his squeezing fist glowed blue. Three yellow lights and a single red light formed a line down his wrist. No... He moved his right leg aside, but it felt the same. No... He jerked his leg back, but there was no sign of anything. So he flexed his calf, and there it was, the blue streak with four yellows and a single red light flashed on.

Conan began to breath eratically, trying to take everything in. Nothing seemed right, even his vision. He looked to his right and left to find something find his reflection, he found a small personal mirror. As he gazed into his refection he saw that on the corner of his eyes, five thin, straight red lines shot towards the center of his eye, only stopping half way. He looked like a freak, his eye color had even changed from brown to a greenish-yellow. NO!

There was nothing he could do. Something had happened in the past that would have brought something like this into existence. His mind was blank, only his family and friends would come to him. As he tried to straighten things around, he looked around the room again. The exit was just cracked, but there wasn't any sign of life on the outside, yet he could sense that there was.

"Hey! In here! I know you're out there..." Conan yelled as he leaned back as far as he could, trying to look out the cracked doorway. I don't even know how I know... Then all of a sudden the came open, and in came a middle-aged man. The doctor, Conan presumed, carried a holopad in his hand.

"Yes? Oh...I'll go get Doctor Andrews. He's been waiting for a while now, but you've seemed to have gotten up right on time..." The man looked down at the pad, and made a few adjustments."...Boy, he's going to be very nervous when he sees you, so just play it cool would you?" The man walked back out the door. Who ever he was, or who ever he was going to go get, better explain what's going on.

About three minutes passed, yet Conan did not move his eye sight on bit away from the door. He was ready to get some answers. Another few minutes passed, and Conan still hadn't moved. Finally the door came back open, and in came two men. One of them Conan knew very well, but the other Conan regconized, but didn't know where he had seen him.

"Sergeant Kennen..." Conan muttered slowly as he watched the two men enter. Kennen was in his daily UNSC officer off-duty uniform, and the other man was dressed like every other medical staff in the building.

"Private Conan, it's been a while. You feel okay?" Kennen stood by Conan's side. Conan just nodded, then looked at the other man.

"Listen. We know that you have a lot of questions, but as time passes you'll regain your memories." The other man didn't bother to introduce himself, but continued on as if he had. Conan just stared at him.

"Well, then, maybe we don't have time. Maybe we should fill me in on what's going on, before the wrong thing happens." Conan stared harder into the man's eyes. He could tell that the man was nervous, but he was trying not to show it.

The man then looked at Kennen, which shrugged. "Okay, listen. You were in a battle, in which a pelican crashed into your location. Sergeant Kennen here saved you, but from the imminent threat. As you were brought here to Paris, your limbs were replaced, eyes, jaw, ribs, spine, and abdoman were reconstructed from advanced material..."

Conan continued to stare, but the man did not continue. "So, you're saying that I'm half-man, half-machine?" Which the man replied with a simple nod. "Then what matters? I can't feel what I'm doing, I can't even think straight, and I can't even imagine what others would think of me!"

Conan threw himself from the bed, sliding just next to Sergeant Kennen. Anger was venting from Conan at a rapid pace. He punched the nearest wall as hard as he could, leaving a large hole in it's place. Several shots rang throughout the room, and multiple thuds hit Conan's back. He turned himself around, and before him stood Sergeant Kennen aiming a smoking magnum right at Conan's chest. Conan took a shallow gulp. No pain, just the feeling of thuds.

"You're practically invincible, with multiple layers of heat absorbent and kevlar body covers just under your skin. It's tightly packed together, and it covers your bones completely. About five plasma rounds would have to hit to have any direct damage to you. If you don't beleive me, once your feelings come back, you can see for yourself that your skin is rough when pushed on hard enough. Oh...and by the way, you may call me Doctor Gregory Andrews. I'm the head of the Cybernetic Project." The other man, Doctor Andrews, stood patiently, with fear engulfing him. "Sergeant Kennen. You may want to head to security and explain the situation, I'll be down in a few minutes. Conan and I need to talk."

Kennen began to head for the door, but first stretched out a hand. Conan accepted the quiet appology, and then leaned back against the wall he had struck. Now it was him and the doctor. Some sweat began to appear on Conan's forehead. As he began to wipe his forehead he asked, "So, this Cybernetic Project, what is it?"



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Chapter 6: The 340 Test Unit

Battle For Earth Two
Kyonggi Providence, Korea
Cynet-134
November 11, 2552

It was still dusk when Conan and Sergeant Kennen reached the testing grounds. The 340th ODST test unit was waiting for them by the barracks, all of them already in their armor, some without a helmet. As Conan and Sergeant Kennen pulled themselves out of the flatbed warthog, the same thoughts from two days earlier kept entering Conan's head. He couldn't stop thinking about himself, about how was half man and half machine. He had only lightly trained the day before, running in the gyms and lifting weights that were threatening to tear the steel bar in half, but he hadn't fired a weapon since the inccedent in the apartments.

The two began to walk up to the barracks, and three of the ODST came towards them. The men and women of the 340 already had their weapons, and began to walk out to the fields.

"So, you must be Gunnery Sergeant Kennen, and you must be Conan." The middle ODST said as they drew near. He had his helmet off and under his arms, unlike the other two with him, and his battle rifle was hung onto his back. So you address his rank, but not mine? I guess you guys don't like anyone that's not completely human, huh?

"Yep, that would be us. And it's Corporal Conan." Kennen replied as he placed one of his hands onto Conan's shoulder. Corporal? When was I promoted?

"Well, it's nice to meet you, I'm Lieutenant Hartstock. Once he's ready, we'll get started." The ODST, Hartstock, said as he placed his helmet onto his head before turning away and heading back for the others. Well...I guess we'll have more introduction's in the field then, I guess.

"Conan, your gear is in the armory, just follow me." Kennen told Conan, patting his shoulder as he walked to a small concrete building. Conan quickly followed after a short glare at the ODST. He was already getting to their negative side. After a short walk up to the building, Sergeant Kennen and Conan entered the armory. The place was clean, clean as in there was nothing in the main area besides dirt. A counter, with an officer on the other side, was the only thing. It reminded Conan of an empty bar. Attached to the counter was a large glass material meant to keep anything from getting to the other side.

"Oh, hey Sergeant Kennen! I reckon that's Conan. His gear's all set and everything, so just wait here until I come back." The officer on the other side of the counter spoke up as he began to head to a back room. Kennen and Conan stepped up next to a small, wide slit in the counter. When the man returned he placed some khaki colored military clothing into a bin, and then slid the bin to Kennen and Conan through the counter. The officer left again.

"This here is quiet advanced. I've only heard about it, but it sounds like it's ready expensive, so try not to break it." Kennen smirked, as he pulled the clothing out to hand to Conan. He pushed the bin back through the counter. 'Try not to break it...well, that's going to be easy...'

The officer returned, this time with some armor pads. "This here is you leg plates, and upper chest plates. I'll get back to get your lower chest plates, helmet, and arm plates. You're going to be just like a smaller spartan." The officer gasped as he dropped the armor into the bin, before leaving a third time. Kennen and Conan stood waiting, the officer didn't push the bin out to them. They weren't sure if it was intentional, or if he forgot. Upon coming back, the officer had the remaining gear, and the expression on his face really showed the weight of the armor. He dropped all the armor, except a helmet into the bin. The bin came sliding out to Kennen and Conan.

"Best you go get suited up now, before getting your helmet. Just head off to the barracks to change. Come back here to get your helmet and to get breifed." The officer said to Conan. Conan let out a long breath as he reached down to grab the gear. It wasn't heavy, at least for him. He heaved the armor out of the armory and to the barracks. The ODST were just small black figures out in the field, but that was to the average human eye, for Conan, he could make out armor features.

The barracks had some dirt scattered about. Three rows of bunks filed along side of the walks and the center of the long room. Conan began to change into his suit. The armor was desert camo colored, but with a digital pattern. It looked similar to the Orbital Drop Shock Troopers armor, but was more elaborate. With the shoulder pads holding engravings, and the knee pads smooth in some areas, but rough near the bottom. The centeral part of the chest armor at the front held a knife pocket(idk), some webbing near the bottom, and something very similar to a poster that was torn in half that was laying on top of some trash. On the poster held a soldier in green armor, armor similar to Conan's. The edges of the poster appeared burned. I guess I'm not the only one the ODST dislike.

Once fully armored up, Conan looked like a super soldier. The weight didn't do anything to affect him in anyway. He picked up his older clothes and headed back for the armory.

(the rest will come later)



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Chapter 6(count.)

Back in the armory Conan found Sergeant Kennen talking with the other officer. They must've known each other, maybe even served together, but it didn't really bother Conan. The two officers stopped talking then looked at Conan, niether of them said a word, but Kennen did hand Conan's helmet over. Conan studied the helmet, which looked, kinda monsterous. A large dark blue face plate covered the upper section, a small gas mask looked to be built in, and an adjustable visor was attached to the top.

"How do I look?" Conan asked as he placed the helmet onto his head. The two officers just stared a few more seconds before replying with, "Like a machine..."

Conan just shook his head, "So, now the breifing...?"

"Oh, right. When in combat, your helmet's face plate should show target redicules of hostiles as red triangles. Allies are blue circles. The arrows show the direction the unit is moving...The helmet in programmed to inturpret movement, so depending on the speed and direction the target is heading, the arrows would show their direction and a possible destination. The red squares show where to shoot, and the white crosshairs show where you're aiming...so it's simple." The officer behind the counter told Conan, which just stood there in his armor listening, as if he had heard it before. "Since you're part, 'machine', the visual aide on the plate would change to what ever you're thinking, things that are programmed that is. Just think of 'Map', 'COM', 'Squad Listing', 'Personal Report'. Those things are important, so don't forget them."

"Your armor is known as CYKPRA-001. Your call sign is Cynet-134, you are the 134 person to go through the program, but you are the first to survive. Your instincts are excellent, your suit can even tell where the enemy is aiming, so you'll get a large upper hand in battle. Oh, and the armor of the suit is plasma resistant, so it can take a few hits in each section before burning up. Except the head that is..." The officer continued, he himself sounded like he was the professional that made the suit. "There you go, you can go out to the field, I'll radio Hartstock to get ready."

"Weapon?" Conan asked just as the officer grabbed a radio. He dropped the radio and headed to the back again. He came back with what appeared to be the average battle rifle.

"It's got the projectiles that can immobilize a target upon impact. With the ODST armor, it's going to take a couple of hits to stop them, but for you, your strength could possible keep you going. So here you go." The officer said as he placed the rifle into the bin, and passed to Kennen, which handed the weapon to Conan. "We'll be watching from monitors, good luck out there."

Conan headed back out the of the armory, and headed out to the field. The ODST were gone, hiding, waiting to ambush. Out here, the only cover was large rocks, so Conan did his best to stay hidden as best as possible. Nothing happened in the first few minutes, then there was a few popping sounds from his ten o'clock. The rounds missed, Conan had dove away just in time.

Four target redicules appeared on his diplay. The ODST were huddled behind a line of three boulders. Conan rose his rifle, and aimed right where the first square appeared on the HUD. As he ran as fast has he could to the left he fired off two burst, the first ODST was out. Another burst narrowly hit another, but not good enough. Conan dove behind another rock after letting of another burst. He hadn't been in combat for a few weeks, and he's already got a "kill" on his first shot.

More targets appeared. Projectiles were flying all around, the stenche from them filled the air. Four targets began to move out to flank Conan, he waited as if he didn't know what they were doing. When they got to far in the open to enter cover he rose and let off a few magazine into the targets. He felt thuds hit his left arm. He dropped back down, his arm had drying red paint all over it, but he could still move it.

His suit was making him feel hot. Yet, his still felt like he was warming up. More targets appeared, making a total of fourteen remaining. A large rock was a long distance away, but it had a huge advantage against the ODST, so he decided to go for it. As he ran he more shots hit him in his left leg, but it wasn't a big deal. A few burst hit three ODST that were standing. Eleven more. He dove behind the rock, and took a quick breather. Once ready Conan began to climb up the rock. The ODST bust've known what he was doing, red paint splashed near him, but didn't to anything. He stopped, but the paint kept going until it reached the top, Conan took the chance. He jumped back off the rock and into the open. His battle rifle was in full auto. He hit five ODST in mid air, and two more after crashing against the ground.

There were only four left. The test had been a breeze so far. Two of the ODST made a run for another rock, but were hit in the knees. The other two took one last charge, but were hit as they made a jump over their cover. None left? That's it?

"Conan, there's still Hartstock...He's got smg's, so if you're caught up close, you're done..." Conan's COM channel came to life, it was Sergeant Kennen. Conan couldn't respond, yet he wished he could.

Conan snuck through the field, leaning against rocks in case of an ambush. Then all of a sudden a target redicule appeared, Conan automatically reacted, shooting the target. It was just a lousy rock. The liuetenant must've been watching the entire time. Now Conan had and idea where he was. After sneaking up to the most likely place, he dove over the cover to find a very suprised ODST.

  • 05.03.2009 1:08 PM PDT

Win! This is amazing. It should have been noticed earlier. Keep it up.

  • 05.03.2009 6:27 PM PDT

Yeah, it's great isn't it? I read it on Halowars.com, but what the heck, I'll post here.

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(The reason for not saying what happened at the end of the test battle in Ch. 6...I'm thinking about, when this goes on longer, I'll start another FF about a different half, but idk. we should all know what happens. :) just not the full thing) And thanks for the comments :)

Chapter 7: African Plains

Battle For Earth Two
Somewhere in the heart of Africa
Cynet-134
November 29, 2552

The cloudless night was the only thing that would've blown Conan's cover of the night. He crept slowly through the vast fields of the savannah, he sensed that there was trouble nearby, but he couldn't pin point it. He clung to his battlerifle in one hand, while using his other to brush away some tall grass. Still he found nothing. The last thing he had found was a single jackel scouting party of three, which they didn't stand a chance. The night was quiet, with only a very rare explosion in the distance of a far way battle.

Conan didn't need to use his night vision, he could see quite well with his enhanced vision. If only there was infra red on this blasted thing... Conan looked back, there was nothing, not even the slightest sign of his trail. He continued on. Even though he wore his heavy armor, he kept the thuding sound of his boots at a minimum. The NAV marker still did not move.

Conan didn't have an idea where he was going, or what was going to happen, but he know where to go. In the far distance, where the NAV marker shown, was a feint glow. A blueish glow, so it must've been Covenant. The distance was about seven miles, quite a way to go. A distant CCS battlecruiser slowly pasted on the horizon. The moon's light reflected off greatly due to the fact of the few clouds. There were small dark shapes swirling along with the cruiser, banshees.

Conan slid down a small empty ravine to found an entire "party" of insects. Their chirpping aloud Conan to jog some, and they didn't seem to mind him passing through. Just as Conan was about to climb back out the chirpping stopped, and he soon followed. He listened closely, there wasn't anything that he could hear. He slowly turned to find nothing. Before Conan could turn back around to continue something grabbed him by the underside of his mask. He was lifted up from his feet.

Appearing before him was a single elite, it's armor was dark in the night. They stared each other down for three seconds before the elite through him aside. It continued on, leaving him.

"Oh, no you did not just do that..." Conan heaved as he pulled himself back up, leaving his rifle behind. He ran up the ravine's side and grabbed the elite by it's shoulder. It turned back around annoyed, then it said something. They stared again. As it began to leave again Conan once again pulled it back to him. This time the elite shoved Conan back. Why don't I get a freakin' translator? Conan then remembered his rifle, he ran back to get it, forgeting the elite. After grabbing his rifle he ran to catch be up to the elite. It was still visible, and walking in the direction of the NAV marker.

Conan then thought what was going on. He ran in front of the elite, halting it. He then pointing to the blueish light. The elite nodded then continued walking, Conan was close behind it.

(The rest will come tomorrow(there's no way I'm going to write about a soldier following an elite for four miles. :P)

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Chapter 7(Cont.)

Somewhere in the heart of Africa
Cynet-134
November 29, 2552

Conan followed closely behind the elite. The Covenant was falling apart in their civil war, and the UNSC had, from what Conan has heard, a temporary alliance with it's separatist forces. The elites, along with a majority of the grunts and hunters, had learned something, provoking them to revolt. Conan didn't know what caused them to though. The original CCS battlecruiser had drawn closer, heading in their direction. The elite didn't seem to mind, but Conan kept his wits about him.

Their destination was less than half a mile when the two met a jackle sentry of two. The birdlike aliens hadn't noticed them, yet. The elite disappeared, and Conan crouched down low as he plotted his attack. Both of the sentries were acting as if they were at home, walking causually through the fields. One of them stopped to look back, the other quickly followed. They sensed something, and it wasn't Conan. They backed away slowly, their weapons were raised part way. Conan took as his chance to move in. He found himself behind the pair in no time. One of the jackels fired a shot off from it's carbine. Conan slowly pulled out his father's knife, this would be the first time the knife would spill an aliens blood.

One jackel was farther back than the other, this would be his target. As they were only four feet away Conan grabbed the closest aliens beak. He held it closed as he stabbed it in the throat. The other one jolted back in surprise, falling into an invisible object. The elite appeared again, holding the other jackel by the throat, it firing three plasma rifle shots into it's back. The jackel went limp, and the elite dropped it. Conan wiped his father's knife in the dirt to rid of the blood. He sheathed it then jogged up to the elite.

The duo continued their way towards the blue light. From the distance it appeared to coming from a large crater. The elite began to ran, Conan followed hesitantly with his rifle ready. A carbine shot flew by, narrowly hitting the elite, which quickly disappeared. Conan dove to the ground. A single target reticule appeared. It was a distance away, but reachable for his battle rifle. He aimed at the reticule, taking his time. A single burst was fired, the fiery discharge elluminated his position. The reticule disappeared, but more came. A dozen more, all heading in his direction in a crazy mixed up pattern.

Two phantoms flew in from high in the night sky, hardly visible. They appeared to drop elites, but they were to far out, even for Conan's advanced eye sight. A large rumble came from the blue light, which was very close by, so close that if Conan stood he could be clearly visible. The ground shook, and out from the blue light came a large mechanical beast, like a titan from hell. A scarab...a combat scarab.

"Dang..." Conan muttered, watching the large war machine step over him. He had to take that thing out, or he would be in some pretty bad trouble. He took off after it, trying not to get stepped on. He had no idea how he would climb this thing, well he had one, but it was risky. In fact it was his only option. Climb one of the things legs. He did his best to find the right way to jump onto to one of the legs, and the safest way would be to just grab one while it's still and just hang on.

A large blue mortar came crashing down right before Conan had the chance to jump. The mortar had missed, narrowly, and had instead hit one of the scarab's legs. The leg crippled, this was his chance. He jumped up onto the joint and began to climb as fast as he could. It wasn't long for the plasma fire to reach him, but they were to slow to hit him in time. He had reached the top, and was already for anything to be thrown at him. There was nothing for a few seconds, so he took this chance to run up to the large gun system up top.

The gun was attached to the main body from a very small section. It could easily be torn off, just as long Conan damages the attachment. He kicked as hard as he could, leaving several dents. He pushed against the gun as hard as he could, but to no prevail. Then something told him to dive down, he did, and from above came a single plasma grenade. Conan turned over and slid down, firing his battle rifle at two grunts waiting down below. The two didn't stand a chance, and neither did the gun system. The gun fell back, crashing to the ground below.

There had to be a way to take this thing out, a power core or something. Conan snuck along a walk way along the side of the scarab. He heard brutes on the other side of the scarab, not a good thing. He hurried his pace up a bit. At the back end of the scarab came a feint light, nothing seemed to have sounded from the inside, so Conan spun around the corner. The closest thing to a power core stood before Conan. Might as well try it. He punched the center as hard as he could, leaving a severe dent. A red light flashed on. He hit it again, this time alarms sounded, now it was the time to get the heck off of it. He easily jumped off the side of the scarab without thought.

Ohh.....man....It was a long fall. Hitting the ground with a powerful force, Conan survived, easily, no pain. Above him the scarab buckled forward. He ran as fast and as far as he could, and just in the nick of time, the scarab exploded in a brilliant blue and white light. The heat from the explosion reached Conan, it was a warm welcome to the cool night.

On his HUD another objective marker appeared. This one was placed towards the phantom drop zones.

"THE EVAC IS COMING." A single message appeared at the lower corner of his HUD.

"Well, it better be a good evac," Conan said to himself. He began to jog around the burning scarab as he headed towards the marker. He had to be careful, or otherwise he'd be noticed and fired at again.

  • 05.09.2009 7:24 PM PDT

Interesting read, keep this up.

  • 05.09.2009 8:05 PM PDT
Subject: //:Cybernetic-134:\\(Chapter 7 is up)

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I'm wondering what the next chapter should be about:

Which of these would be more favorable?(If no one says anything then I'll just choose one)

Vantamee- Ship combat

Conan- Sniping(along with dozens of head shots for a main course, and a few no scopes for desert. XD)

Doctor Gregory Andrews- Some paper work about the CYKPRA-134, and how it should be enchanced.

Sergeant Kennen- Helping escort a convoy or escapeing civilians out of Africa.(Conan is not present)

Any other suggestions would be appreciated. :)
(also, I'm thinking that when I get to Chapter 10, and finish it, I'll probably start a new story, but about the early life of Seargent Kennen in the military.

[Edited on 05.09.2009 8:42 PM PDT]

  • 05.09.2009 8:32 PM PDT

my new GT is Moth Zero

very nice read, sir. I can't wait for the next installment.

  • 05.11.2009 10:22 PM PDT

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Chapter 8: The Canyon

Battle For Earth Two
Kenya, Africa
Cynet-134
November 30, 2552

Conan slowly squeezed in the trigger, following shortly came a crack in the air as the sniper rifle fired. A jackel sniper fell from behind it's cover. His helmet removed, Conan was gathering dust on his face, but he ignored it. The canyon was rocky, but there was only two ways in, and those just so happen to be gaurded by Conan. The sun was still heading towards the center of the sky, and it was in just the right position to cover Conan from eyesight.

After being picked up by the UNSC's new found allies, the elites, Conan finally got a translator installed. A cheap one, but it got the job done. Another jackel appeared in view, it too, didn't stand a chance. It's head exploded into a large explosion of purplish blood and skull fragments. The Covenant must not have worried about a sniper halting their advance, no armor appeared, nor any aircraft.

Sweat dripped from Conan's forehead as a team of three brute's sprinted forward, heading for a large boulder. One...Two...Three...all of them were downed. Conan reloaded his clip.

He took aim again. Several grunts ran forward. Crack! Crack! Crack!...Crack! The remaining three began to run away.

A phalanx of jackels approached, behind them was a pack of brutes. Conan fired another four rounds, shooting through the small gap in the jackel shields. The remaining dispersed, hiding behind the nearest cover.

"Hey! Conan! You've got to get out of there! Now!" His radio helmet came to life from Sergeant Kennen, who was made Conan's personal advisor.

Conan quickly pulled his helmet on. "What? Repeat!"

"You've got to get out of that position! Covenant banshee's heading straight for your position. Counting two! I repeat! Two Covenant Banshee's heading for your position!"

Conan jumped to his feet, pulling the rifle along with him. He leaped acrossed the rocky terrain, heading for the nearby forest. As he ran, he slung the rifle over his back, and removed his battlerifle. The forest wasn't that far, even for the average human. It was the terrain that really got to people, but for Conan, he was easily able to jump from rock to rock, without losing pace.

A single beam shot out in front of Conan's face. A jackel must've set up a sniping position.

Conan picked up his pace. Another beam rifle shot flew by, this one was closer, and it was aimed right at Conan's head. He began to panic, nearly tripping. He knew how well jackels could snipe, and this one was just sighting his target.

The small patch of shrubs was just a single jump away. Conan took the chance, he made as best of a jump as he could. Time seemed to pass by slower, and so did the third beam rifle shot. It entered Conan's left thigh, piercing through entirely. Conan felt a shot of pain jolt through his body as he fell, directly on his leg leg. He crashed to the ground, but he did not stop going. He pulled himself up, and began to run again, but this time his pace was cut in half. He made it into the forest. There was no time to see how bad he was injured.

There was only one other exit, the river. It was located near the center of the canyon, and it literally ran under the ground.

"Conan! Your life support systems show that you've been hit? Are you okay?" Sergeant Kennen radioed in. Conan slowed his pace to a walk.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Dang sniper got me." Conan said, as he took a quick look down at his leg. There was a decent amount of blood. He had no biofoam on him, or near him. "I know of only one way out...the river. The one that runs under the land, and it should exit just on the outskirts of the sea."

"...You better hope you don't drown."

Conan chuckled a bit and precceeded onward. He glanced back, to see if anything was following him. Nothing, but red target redicule began to appear, a distance off. Conan began to jog. After two minutes of paced jogging, Conan looked back again, this time the redicules were right in his trail. He wouldn't be able to get to the river in time. Around him was plenty of areas to hide. A large tree was nearby, the under side was completely eroded, holding enough room for Conan to squeeze into. He pulled himself into the small space, some tree bark fell around him.

He stayed there, still as can be. As the minutes pasted, so did the redicules, so did the brutes. He quietly pulled himself out, and began his own pursuit. They had slowed down, scanning the treetops, and not the shrubs. Conan was just a few meters off, keeping quiet. Pouring water was heard nearby.

The pack of seven brutes slowly paced themselves towards the water. Once the flowing water was in sight, Conan had a decision to made. Open fire and make a run for it, or sneak down to the water. Option two was the safest, not being noticed. The pack members decided to take a short break, drinking from the water. This was Conan's chance, he made a go for it.

He was just three steps away when one of the brutes noticed him. It roared in anger, alerting the others. Conan dove into the freezing water without thought.

He closed his eyes, and began to count in the total darkness.

  • 05.16.2009 7:01 PM 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

you seem to jumop from one place to the next, try giving a brief story to why their there
but otherwise its really good

  • 05.19.2009 1:15 PM PDT