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Subject: Anyone else want to see a cinematic of this?

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!!!SPOILERS!!!

Assuming that Halo: Reach follows the books events, which I personally dont want to happen, I would really love to see the scene when Admiral Whitcomb, John, and the team made the journey to the bottom of the ONI CASTLE Base to find out of the radio signal they recieved was from the Spartans deployed to the surface of Reach.

Enjoy!

Halo: First Strike pages 186-190

Their dropship eased lower until it was a meter above the blue
tiles of the room; the side hatches opened. The Chief jumped out
first, followed by Anton, Lieutenant Haverson, and Locklear.
From the hatch on the opposite side leapt the Admiral, Sergeant
Johnson, and Grace.
The dropship immediately rose into the hole in the ceiling, far
enough in to be shielded from any stray ground fire.
"Move, everyone," the Admiral growled. He pointed at Grace
and Locklear. "You two, fire long-range weapons. Everyone
else, haul ass. Take them out, people."
The Admiral's plan was sound. He wasn't risking the
dropship-their only means of escape-by landing too close to
the enemy. They still had the element of surprise; the Covenant
would have never anticipated an assault on the heart of their
operation.
But how long would this advantage last? How long before that
cruiser blasted their dropship to atoms? The Covenant were not
their most dangerous enemy. Time was.
Grace paused, muscled the fuel rod gun to a forty-five-degree
angle into the air, and launched a round. The alien weapon
hissed and spat a glowing sphere of energy. The blast arced over
the half-kilometer distance, impacted, and exploded in a green
flash. Grunts and Jackals flew through the air.
Locklear fired two Jackhammer rockets, then dropped the
spent launcher. The pair of rockets connected with a cluster of
Elites who had-until a second ago-been running the show.
The twin explosion obscured that end of the room with billowing
clouds of dust, fire, and smoke.
The Master Chief motioned for his team to spread out and
move forward at a jog.
Ahead there were silhouetted Grunts and Jackals in the dust
clouds, screaming and shooting at the air, each other, anything
that moved.
"Keep moving," the Master Chief said. "Move while they
don't know what's hit them."
Anton paused and knelt next to a set of tracks dug into the
tiled floor. "Kelly's been this way," he reported over the COM.
The Master Chief clicked on Red Team's COM frequency.
"Kelly? Fred? Joshua? Spartans, acknowledge this signal."
Only static answered him.
A hundred meters from the stunned Covenant work crew, a
stray plasma bolt fired from the hazy, rubble-strewn region detonated
a few meters from the Master Chief. He sent a spray of automatic
fire across the area, hoping to force the enemy to keep
their heads down.
Grace halted and fired the fuel rod gun again. A second glowing
burst of radioactive energy flashed overhead and detonated
along the far wall.
In the intense light, the Master Chief saw that a dozen Jackals
had braced themselves along the wall and overlapped their energy
shields to create a phalanx. Behind them five Elites readied
plasma rifles.
"Down," he shouted, and dived to one side.
Grace hit the floor and rolled away. Plasma bolts sizzled over
their heads, and the Master Chief's shields drained as a shot hit
too close. The barrage turned several of the blue tiles around him
into a crater of blackened glass.
"Grenades-up and over those shields, Spartans," Admiral
Whitcomb bellowed.
The Master Chief and Anton primed plasma grenades and
hurled them from their prone positions. They hit the far wall and
dropped into the cluster of Elites and Jackals-behind their
shields. There was a pair of blue flashes, and the enemy formation
blew apart. Jackals scattered and ran.
Grace fired the fuel rod gun, hit the broken phalanx formation,
and blew them literally to bits. She dropped the weapon. "Rad
counter at max dosage," she called out. "This thing's too hot to
use anymore."
"Back away!" the Chief ordered. "Those things have a fail-safe!"
Grace sprang back, just in time. The fallen fuel rod gun sparked,
sputtered, and then blew with the force of a frag grenade. Blackened,
twisted tile rained down on them.
Locklear jogged up and fired at the Grants fleeing the excavation.
They weren't armed. Locklear mowed them down without
remorse.
From a pile of shattered stone, a pair of battered Elites struggled
to rise. Blood and bone exploded outward from their chests, and
they spun around toward the source of this force-boulders pushed
away from the blocked passage. Three Spartans emerged from
their cover, assault rifles smoking from their recent discharge.
John knew instantly the three were Kelly, Fred, and Will.
He ran forward to meet them.
Fred lowered his weapon. "Anton ... Grace ... John?" he
said disbelievingly.
The Master Chief opened a COM channel to his Spartans.
"It's me. I wish I had time to explain everything. I will-later.
Let's get the hell out of here first."
Kelly quickly reached out and swiped her two fingers across
John's faceplate.
He wanted to return the smile, but at that moment Admiral
Whitcomb, running full force, skidded to a stop next to the Spartans.
He was followed in short order by Haverson, Locklear, and
Johnson, who kept looking over his shoulder to scan the huge
empty room around them.
"Is this everyone?" Admiral Whitcomb asked.
"No, sir," Fred replied. "There's one more." He turned and extended
his hand back into the partially collapsed tunnel. "Ma'am?
It's safe to come out."
For a heartbeat the Master Chief forgot that he was in the
heart of an enemy's camp; he forgot about the war, that Reach
had fallen, and everything else he had gone through in the last
few days. He had never thought he would see her again.
Dr. Halsey emerged from the partially caved-in tunnel. She
brushed dust from the hem of her skirt and lab coat with one
slender hand.
"Admiral Whitcomb," she said, "a pleasure to see you again.
My thanks for the rescue. It was far timelier than you could
imagine." She turned to the Master Chief. "Or is it you I have to
thank for this daring operation, John?"
The Master Chief found he had no words to answer. He also
bristled at her casual use of his given name... but he could forgive
her that. She had always used his name-never his rank or
serial number.
He noticed the fist-sized crystal clutched in her hand. It had a
thousand facets and emitted a brilliant blue light the color of
sapphires and sunlight on water.
"Thank anyone you want, Catherine," Admiral Whitcomb said.
"Throw us all a party if that'll make you happy... once we're out
of here." He clicked open his COM. "Polaski, get down-"
Sergeant Johnson set his hand on the Admiral's arm and nodded
toward the far wall.
"What is it, Sergeant?" The Admiral's voice died in his throat.
The Master Chief's motion tracker flickered on his heads-up
display, but there was no solid contact... nor did he see anything
across the entire three-kilometer-wide cavern. Had it
picked up a camouflaged Elite? No, the dust in the air would
have certainly given it away.
"No one move," the Admiral whispered.
John saw them, then. He saw them all.
He had missed them before because he had thought it was the
haze in the air rippling, the dust, maybe the distance causing a
miragelike image. He hadn't thought it possible for so many
Covenant to be so still.
On each level of the twelve tiered galleries that circumscribed
the gigantic room stood Covenant soldiers. They crowded the
balconies with Grunts, Jackals whose energy shields popped on,
snarling Elites, and several pairs of Hunters with fuel rod cannons
glowing green.
The whine of thousands of plasma weapons charging filled
the air like a swarm of locusts.
No one moved. No one breathed except Locklear, who exhaled
a long and heartfelt expletive.
John tried to count them all. There had to be thousands-on
every level. A battalion at least, maybe more. They wouldn't
even have to aim. All they had to do was shoot and fill the space
with needle shards and boiling energy.
They'd be vaporized before they could get halfway to the tunnel
at their backs.
A Hunter pair roared with rage; they leveled their fuel rod
cannons at John and his team and, with steady aim, discharged
their weapons.
A split second later the rest of the alien horde opened fire.

  • 06.15.2009 11:43 AM PDT

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Halo: First Strike pages 200-203

John tensed as he watched the thousands of Covenant crowding
on the galleries surround him and his team. He didn't dare
move; his team was on the wrong end of too much firepower.
They couldn't win this fight.
On the third gallery off the floor of the great room, at the four
o'clock position, a Hunter pair roared with anger. They raised
their fuel rod cannons and then leveled their weapons-and
fired.
Kelly moved before anyone; she was a blur of motion and
stepped in front of Dr. Halsey. John and Fred moved to either
side of Kelly, while Anton grabbed the Admiral and threw the
older man behind them.
The blinding white-hot plasma charges struck the Spartans'
shields and splashed over their chests.
John's shield drained completely. The overpressure forced him
to take a step backward, and the skin on his forearms blistered.
Then the heat was gone, and he blinked away the black dots
that swarmed in his vision. Kelly lay at his feet. Her armor smoldered
and hydrostatic gel boiled from the emergency release
vent along her left side.
A thousand more shots rang out from the gallery, and John instinctively
crouched to cover his fallen comrade. He braced for
the inevitable burning energy impact.
Plasma bolts and crystalline needles crisscrossed the galleries
overhead, a spiderweb of energy and projectiles. Every shot was
directed at the pair of Hunters who had fired upon John and
his team.
The Hunter pair raised their shields in unison and ducked behind
them-the quarter-meter-thick slabs of metal could repel
almost any single weapon's fire ... but not this merciless barrage.
These mightiest Covenant soldiers burned, their armor and
shields ignited as well, and John caught their outlines for only a
split second before they were vaporized.
The section of gallery where they had stood blasted into dust
and smoke, and the debris rained onto the floor ... along with
dozens of Grunts and Jackals who had been unfortunate enough
to be standing too near the pair.
Three heartbeats pounded in John's chest. Neither the humans
nor the Covenant hosts in the great room moved.
"What the hell is this?" Sergeant Johnson muttered. "Shouldn't
we be dead by now?"
John linked to Kelly's biomonitors; she was in shock, and her
suit's heat pumps were strained to the failure point. He had to get
her to safety.
From the uppermost gallery a Covenant Elite in golden armor
raised its energy sword high into the air and shouted. Translation
software in John's helmet whispered half a second later: "Take
them-but the next one to fire at the holy light will be skinned
alive! Go!"
Dr. Halsey pressed the arm of her glasses tighter against the
back of her ear, listening as the built-in translator whispered.
"The crystal," she murmured. "They're after the crystal."
Teams of Elites dropped slithering, plasticine ropes, which
glowed a ghostly blue. They rappelled to the floor. A hundred
Grunts squealed with excitement and danced from one foot to
the other. Jackals followed their Elite leaders on the ropes.
"Polaski!" Admiral Whitcomb shouted into his COM. "Get
down here ASAP! We need immediate extraction!"
"Roger that," Polaski replied in her cool never-flinch Navy
flier voice.
Fred, Grace, and Anton turned and fired three-round bursts
straight up as a team of Elites tried to descend on their position.
The Elites fell, spattering purple blood across the tiled floor.
Dr. Halsey stuffed the alien crystal into her lab coat pocket
and knelt next to Kelly. She checked her vitals on the data pad
and shook her head. She looked at John, her expression grim.
"She's alive ... barely. She needs help."
"Let's not be rude," Admiral Whitcomb barked. "Welcome
our guests, Master Chief!"
"Perimeter fire," the Master Chief ordered. "Keep it tight.
Dispersion pattern Delta. Go!"
The Spartans simultaneously stepped into a semicircle, assault
rifles pointed outward. In unison they thumbed their weapons'
safeties and opened fire. Right behind them Locklear,
Johnson, Haverson, and the Admiral took up position inside the
circle. They primed and threw grenades.
John paused and turned his attention to Kelly. He hauled her
limp body off the floor and draped her over his shoulder.
The Covenant forces hit the ground and edged closer, but they
didn't return fire. Dozens of Elites dropped as armor-piercing
rounds peppered their armor and frag grenades detonated with
thunderous force. The Jackals who followed their masters on the
ropes landed in the middle of the carnage, maneuvered in front
of the Elites, and overlapped energy shields. It was typical Elite
bravado-they had to be the first into the battle ... even if that
meant they'd die for that honor.
The Chief had no problem satisfying their honor. He slapped a
fresh clip into his rifle and continued firing.
Jackals and Elites cautiously advanced on the firing Spartans.
A second line of Jackals angled their personal energy shields
over their heads to prevent any grenades from being tossed into
their midst.
Polaski's dropship descended from the hole in the ceiling,
spun about, and eased to a stop a meter above the cracked
blue-tiled floor. Both side hatches of the craft hissed open.
John handed Kelly to Fred as he leapt on board; he helped Dr.
Halsey and the Admiral inside next. Locklear and the other
Spartans jumped into the second hatch. Sergeant Johnson and
the Master Chief were last to board-just as their feet touched
the ramp and they grabbed on to the rungs, Polaski accelerated
off the deck.
The Master Chief watched the Covenant as the dropship
climbed. There were thousands of them-on the floor, clinging
to the walls, overflowing the galleries. They looked like a swarm
of angry ants.
The hatch sealed and the Master Chief moved forward, toward
the cockpit. As he passed through the compartment, he saw
Kelly. She was slumped over; thin trails of smoke curled from
the holes in her armor.
He helped Dr. Halsey strap Kelly down. Halsey's eyes locked
onto the wounded Spartan's erratic vitals as they squiggled across
her data pad. She set the elongated crystal next to Kelly... but it
didn't lie flat. It defied gravity, floating-one sharp, slender end
pointed at the surface.

  • 06.15.2009 11:44 AM PDT

Back.. and to the left.
Back.. and to the left.
Back.. and to the left.
Back.. and to the left.
Back.. and to the left.
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Yeah i guess. I think the part just before Halsey and the others blast their way out of the caved in tunnel would be fun to play through.

  • 06.15.2009 12:09 PM PDT

Posted by: Major Mattem
Yes...And mabye a protect kelly sort-a thing? Like carrying her on your back while you shoot back with a pistol?


dude that would be so awesome

  • 06.15.2009 12:24 PM PDT

Duracell.
I don't keep going and going and going and...
but i Start, and just don't Stop.

So what if the saxophone is black?
it has better tone the the gold one.
damn straight i play Jazz.

quoting this much of a novel with out authorization from the publisher is not legal

  • 06.15.2009 12:48 PM PDT

Back.. and to the left.
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Posted by: Major Mattem
Indeed. Not to mention it would be a challenge to fit all those enimies on screen at once. Fun, but hard.

Hmm.. True, but maybe Bungie could use a little help from the engine that Dead Rising 2 is using.

Posted by: Phoenix1330
quoting this much of a novel with out authorization from the publisher is not legal

Funny, because i found the entire text of the book online.. If theres a problem ill edit this thread.

  • 06.15.2009 1:07 PM PDT