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One day... I am gonna grow wings... A chemical reaction... Hysterical and useless... hystecial and let down and hanging around... crushed like a bug in the ground.

Before we carrry on i'd like to thank Bungie for making the best and most shapable universe ever. Thanks.

Also this FanFic is designed for fans familiar to the extended Halo universe so if you are a complete Halo N00b turn away.

PROLOUGE




Unknown Date
Unknown Hours
Unknown Location



Petty Officer 2nd Class Kelly, Spartan-087 trodded casually down a damp hill some where in what Dr Halsey called the Micro Dyson Sphere. Even Kelly had to admit she didn't know anything about it, she could barley catch a word said by Halsey. All she knew was she and the other Spartan's weren't going to escape from this menace any time soon. Kelly began a stroll back to the camp, the only thing she could call home for now. On her way breathed fresh air, one of the only things Spartans didn't have enough of in life. Kelly reached the camp site, just at the top of a foothill, miles away from where they arrived in the sphere. Dr Halsey confronted Kelly. "Ah Kelly, back from your stroll. Do you mind carrying some more equipment up to wherever were going to stop and set up camp next?" Kelly nodded and briskly picked up some Weapon's and Ammo. Halsey smiled. "We're going to leave in a few minutes, tell the others." Said Halsey
Kelly walked up to Spartan-104 "Ur, Sir we are leaving. Halsey wants' to move to a better site." Said Kelly. "Rodger" replied Fred. Fred stood up and walked over to the newly adopted Spartan III's. Some of the Spartan III's were younger than the age of 15, and had already seen brutal combat against the Covenant. Fred believed that they shouldn't be trained from such a young age, he could still remember what he was put through as a child, he just hoped that no one else would have to go through that physical and mental trauma again. Fred walked up to the Spartan III's and the other Spartan II
with them, Linda-058. "We're leaving" he said and at that he quickly jogged off to assist Halsey, who was packing for the journey.
Fred arrived where Halsey and Kelly were packing. "Do you mind bringing one of the Slipspace pods" said Halsey quietly to Fred. "Yes Mam" He replied and Fred hefted one of the pods over his shoulder. One of the Spartan III teams, team Katana had been placed in these pods and frozen. If they didn't get them out Team Katana would be trapped in a eternal slumber, forever. Dr Halsey was working on how to get Katana out of the pod but the future didn't look bright for them.
"Let's go" said Halsey on the sight of Linda and the other Spartans starting to get ready.

The Spartans, Dr Halsey and the other human with them, Senior Chief Petty Officer Franklin Mendez, began walking. Halsey decided that they would follow a creek that led down to a lake just 5 miles from where they were.
Franklin Mendez had trained the Spartan II's many years ago under Dr Halsey's supervision, who was the founder of the Spartan II program, on a planet named Reach. Many years later he was rehired to train the young Spartan III's alongside another Spartan II named Kurt, Spartan 053. Kurt 053 was kidnapped from Spartan II training by a UNSC army officer named James Ackerson to train the Spartan III's on the planet Onyx just after he had joined Spartan Blue Team. When Fred, Linda and another Spartan named Will, arrived on the Planet Onyx to assist Dr Halsey and Kelly-087 who had gone there fore some investigation on the Top Secret Spartan III Project. They then met up with Kurt, Mendez and some of the Spartan III's who were not being sent to the situation on Earth at that time. Unluckily because of the events that occurred on Alpha Halo the secret of the planet Onyx was revealed and 1000's of sentinels rose from the ground. Dr Halsey however was insistent that they find and recover more Forerunner Technology so they ended up in the Micro Dyson Sphere, an artificial planet that was inside out and had a giant star in the middle. In the process of actually getting into the sphere however Will and Kurt were killed, a loss that wasn't necessary.


MARCH 19
1700 Hours
Cario Station, In Orbit above Earth




Fleet Admiral Terrance Hood walked to the deck of Cairo station. The place was a mess, only half the station had been refurbished since the fierce fighting here almost 5 months ago now. Since the war it had been tough for humanity, but Terrance was sure that Humanity was tougher. Reports of Insurrectionists and Neo-Kolsvics plundering what was left of the Inner Colonies had been flowing in. He just hoped that they didn't start up another war, or things could bet pretty ugly.
Humanity seemed almost naked with no Spartans to defend it but in other ways it was a new challenge, not relying on them in every single engagement.
The door to the bridge opened.
"Urm Sir, multiple ships entering the system, looks like old rebel stuff" shouted an ensign sitting at a desk. "Permission to online the MAC cannon, the Archer Pods and all the other defensive armaments, get all the other stations to go standby too." Replied Hood worriedly. Hood ran up to the recently demoted, Side-Admiral Harper. "Harper, try to contact the vessels and get your men on identifying them." Said Hood. "Yes Sir" replied Harper in a blank solemn tone of voice. Commander O'Connor confronted Terrance." Sir, we have bad news, there more vessels and they look like they're hostile." "Well I guess we'll find out" sighed Hood.




PART 1: Conscription


MARCH 19 2553
1750 Hours
NEO-KOLSVIC BATTLECRUSIER, A Widowed Son, Sol System

Luke hated the Kolsvics, and yet he fought for them. At the age of 14 Luke O'Augustus was conscripted into the Neo-Kolsvic army, his father tried to stop them but all he accomplished was 4 bullets in the neck. He hated them for that and one day he knew was going to get revenge on the unorganised Kolsvics, one day. For now he needed to fight for them, he needed to kill for them, he needed to work for them. The Pelican Dropship started moving. Luke could smell the Oil of the 20 year old engine trickle onto the floor beneath his boots. As the Pelican swivelled around he saw A Widowed Son leave his sight. That garbage, 12 innocent conscripts had been killed while repairing the engine. In some ways that was a better fate than living a life with the Kolsvics.
In 2170 the Kolsvics were thought dead, but they rebuilt on many colonies that were far away from the Human-Covenant war, Colonies that they didn't deserve, thought Luke.
The pelican turned and headed straight for the Darwin Station it twirled down to the outdoor cargo shipment area and then came to a halt. Luke picked up his MJ6 Carbine and lifted it up to the breastplate of his Vacuum suit.
The troop bay opened. Half a dozen men he didn't know piled out of the rusty pelican. He followed them to his doom.

MARCH 19 2553
1750 Hours
Cairo Station, In Orbit above Earth

"Sir, we have an ID on those ships, there Kolsvic, and there pretty Damn hostile." Shouted one of Harper's men. Lord Hood ran up to him and shouted at him. "Alright, tell Harper to get the MAC and the other stations firing, now." Hood ran up to another young Ensign. "Get me onto HIGHCOM ASAP." Hood said hostilely. Cairo station shuddered and went of balance as the first wave of enemy ballistics hit the hull. "Sir, Ah Shoo, Multiple boarding craft approaching the Darwin." Said Harper. 'Why the Darwin, Stigma, get me a list of all objects of importance installed on the Darwin." Hood blurted out to his new AI, Stigma. Stigmas female body shimmered pink than changed back to green. "1 MAC, 28 Archer Pods, 45 Scorpion Tanks, 200 Warthogs, 8 Longswords," Hood cut Stigma off. 'Ok just cut to the point." Said Hood. "Official Spartan II Augmentation Records and Armour Schematics." Said Stigma. "Two things, One where the hell did they get this manpower from and there's no way they have the money to create some kind of Spartan do they." Asked Hood grimly." "You do realise the Kolsvics are UNSC funded right." Replied Stigma. "Oh no"

SEPTEMBER 25 2170
2020 Hours
Mars, Sol System

George Kolsvi sat at the Oak desk with 3 pieces of paper in front of him. He started read them.

Dear George

It is come to our attention that you inherited the Kolsvic rebel front and we would like to give you an offer. As we assume you already know that we have covered up our embarrassing loss to the Kolsvics in May. Now we know that you're financially troubled army may be low on manpower and have already submitted a valid surrendering letter to the worlds leaders. We admit that we are struggling with the Frieden and would like to make both of us happy.
Heres the offer. If we boost your rebels financially for as long as the UN exists in the next century would you be happy to assist us in our war against the Frieden. We will fund your army 12,000,000,000. CR annually under the conditions that you assist us in this war. This deal will be completely confidential and no-one outside of the highest order will ever know. If however you do not agree to this deal or you appear to be hostile once this deal begins. We will hunt down what's left of your financially troubled army. This deal expires in 2270 but we will remain to be un-hostile towards you unless of course you become hostile towards us. We know the money we are giving you is not enough to fund an empire but we know it will keep your army on its feet for the next 100 years.

Sign Here:
Credible Witness 1 Sign:
Credible Witness 2 Sign:

Sign for Treaty Validation:
Sign for Credibility:


From President Luke Smith
9.25.170, 2020 Hours.

[Edited on 05.08.2009 4:11 AM PDT]

  • 05.06.2009 12:56 AM PDT
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  • 05.06.2009 12:57 AM PDT

By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe.

You've obviously done your research on Ghosts of Onyx, but I can't picture the enviroment because there is no description. Characters could use some too.

Also, you need a bigger use of spacing to separate speech and paragraphs. Colons and semi-colons would be nice too but other than that it's pretty good.

  • 05.06.2009 8:55 AM PDT
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One day... I am gonna grow wings... A chemical reaction... Hysterical and useless... hystecial and let down and hanging around... crushed like a bug in the ground.

Posted by: ajw34307
You've obviously done your research on Ghosts of Onyx, but I can't picture the enviroment because there is no description. Characters could use some too.

Also, you need a bigger use of spacing to separate speech and paragraphs. Colons and semi-colons would be nice too but other than that it's pretty good.


Thanks, This is my first big Fan-Fic so its all new to me.

Ive started work on Part 1. It should be up maybe on Monday.

[Edited on 05.06.2009 3:20 PM PDT]

  • 05.06.2009 3:20 PM PDT
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One day... I am gonna grow wings... A chemical reaction... Hysterical and useless... hystecial and let down and hanging around... crushed like a bug in the ground.

Part 1 is 1-4 Done, alot quicker than I expected.

  • 05.06.2009 11:43 PM PDT
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One day... I am gonna grow wings... A chemical reaction... Hysterical and useless... hystecial and let down and hanging around... crushed like a bug in the ground.

Part 1 is now up! Yay

  • 05.08.2009 4:11 AM PDT