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Subject: [Story] The New Generation (Pt 10 available - Birth)

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

This is a new story I am working on, please, feedback would be nice.
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<//:_FILE_INFORMATION//

The year is 2554. Two years after the end of the Covenant/Human war. The fighting between the Humans and the Alien race has stopped, and an alliance was formed. But, war never changes. The fighting with the Human rebels never stopped, and Brutes still hold a grudge on Elites. The Covenant forces who fight along the UNSC have become known as the Defenders. Covenant also joined forces with the rebel forces, too. They became known as the Wretched. After two long years of fighting, the UNSC decided to start a new Spartan project. They chose 300 candidates, and began training immediately. Rebel forces caught intel on this, and decided to create their own Spartans, using the help of their Covenant friends. This epidemic was known as the Great War, and this is its story.

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  • 07.13.2009 5:10 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The New Generation (Introduction available)
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When life gives you lemons, ferment them and get drunk.

This sounds like it's going to be awesome. This is a really good idea. Can't wait to read it :D

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  • 07.13.2009 5:14 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The New Generation ( Part one available)

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

<//: PART ONE_ "SPARTAN IV"// LOCATION - OUTSKIRTS OF VOI, AFRICA


Sergeant Mercer awaited the arrival of the Pelican dropships. The dropships held the candidates for the new Spartan program; 300 children. Not a single one of them over the age of six. Az'Tumel stood next to Mercer, arms folded. The two of them had become close friends. Most humans couldn't even stand the thought of talking to an Elite, but Mercer could trust Az'Tumel with his life.
"Here they are, you see?" Az'Tumel said, pointing. "Just beyind the horizon." Mercer looked closely, and spotted them out. He didn't have the eyesight of an Elite, so it was hard for him to notice it.
"Yeah, I see." Mercer confirmed. He sighed.
"You seem troubled, my friend." Az'Tumel said. Mercer turned to him.
"Just a little bit, we're going to have three hundred brats on our hands for the next decade..." Mercer said.That wasn't true, not all three hundred would make it. Az'Tumel could tell that wasn't the real problem Mercer was facing.
"You lie to me, James. Come, tell me what is on your mind." Az persisted. Mercer was about to reply, until he was cut off the roaring of Pelican engines. Five Pelicans touched down upon the open field, and kids unloaded. The trainers whipped them with buttons, and pushed them out. Mercer studdied them. All three hundred kids were soon out, and asking countless questions. They stopped whenever Az'Tumel stepped in front of them, in his glorious armor. They stared in amazement. Mercer was by his side.
"Listen up," Mercer said. "The three hundred of you are here for a reason. You are all going to become Spartans. You know what a Spartan is?" he asked. One kid raised his hand. Mercer pointed at him. "Yes you, tell me, what is a Spartan?" he asked.
"Uhm... a Spartan is a soldier. We learned about them in school. My teacher says that nothing can beat them," the boy answered.
"Damn right," Mercer said. The kids looked astonished when they heard the profanity.
Az'Tumel leaned closer to Mercer. "My friend, I do not think all of these children are fit to be one of your Spartans." he commented. Mercer nodded, and spoke up.
"I'm not going to lie to you," he told the children. "Some of you will die. Becoming a Spartan is not an easy task, but the rewards are amazing."
The children looked around at eachother. Some of them started to cry.
"You will spend the next ten years here, training, becoming stronger, learning tactics. After you leave, you will enter battle, and you will save countless lives." He pressed. He turned towards the trainers. "Dismissed," he said. The trainers nodded, pulled out their buttons, and crowded the children towards the barracks. This was going to be a long ten years.

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  • 07.13.2009 5:28 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The New Generation (Introduction available)

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

Posted by: I Luv 2 Teamkill
This sounds like it's going to be awesome. This is a really good idea. Can't wait to read it :D


Thanks :) I can't wait to read yours, either.

  • 07.13.2009 5:36 PM PDT
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When life gives you lemons, ferment them and get drunk.

Dude, this is a great part. I like how you captured the way Elites talk perfectly, and how you had the Elete call the officer james, his first name instead of his rank. I think it really portrayed their relationship. I also liked when the kid was answering the question about spartans, over all its a great work,

  • 07.13.2009 7:10 PM PDT

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Good job my smexxxxi cousin lmao im jking. good job i cant wait to see the rest.

  • 07.14.2009 4:16 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.

Kool, pretty decent.

  • 07.14.2009 8:09 PM PDT
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sounds awesome! these kids would be wearing Mark VII armor right? (mark 7)

  • 07.14.2009 9:17 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

cant wait! sounds like this is going to be really good

  • 07.19.2009 1:37 PM PDT

Halo: Heretic or Hero---An Elite's Story
Choose your own destiny

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Forged in the Flames of Passion, go forth and represent!

Impressive stuff here. An original idea, maybe, but captured perfectly. Well done.

Would this be your first crack at fanfiction?

  • 07.21.2009 6:08 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] The New Generation ( Part one available)

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

<//PART TWO_ "FIRST DAY'S THE WORST"// LOCATION - SPARTAN TRAINING CAMP - OUTSKIRTS OF VOI, AFRICA_ YEAR 2554



Brandon slept uncomfortably, and he dreamed even worse. He dreamed of his home, dreamed of what the people had done to him. Kidnapping him, taking him away from his mother, his father, and his sister. Taking his life away from him. He tried to reach out to them, but he just couldn't make it. He suddenly woke up with a pain in his chest, and on the floor.
"Get up and get in the showers, double time! Move!" a big man said. He decided it'd be best to listen, seeing as the man had the baton in hand.

Once everyone had showered, the trainers marched them outside. Awaitng them were Az'Tumel, and Sergeant Mercer. Brandon had a sudden jolt of fear sweep through his body.
"Alright, maggots!" Mercer said. "We're going on a little hike! Follow me, and don't stop running for anything. MARCH!" Everyone listened to him. They came to a well deserved stop after a mile of jogging. Brandon's legs felt like jelly. He gasped for breath, and almost started crying. After five minutes, they started jogging again. Brandon refused, until a baton struck him in the back. They came to a large five-story building after another half-hour. Az'Tumel wasn't even panting.
He stepped inside, and the children followed. From in there, Grunts were loading ammunition, cleaning floors, and setting dummies up.
"Alright, maggots!" Mercer announced. "You guys ever been to the carnival?"
Several children raised their hands.
"Good, because this is about as fun as it's ganna get around her." Mercer confirmed. He opened a door, revealing a shooting range. Inside there were tons of UNSC weapons and replicated Covenant arsenals. The children followed him in. "I want all of you to form ten equal lines at each X you see on the ground," He instructed. the children took a while to divide themselves up. "Now I want you to grab the gun in front of you, and try and hit the dummy on the other side of the shooting range. Understood?"
The childrens heads nodded in approval. Brandon cutted the kid in the front of the line. He thought this was going to be fun.
"Hey! No cuts!" the kid said, pushing him.
"Don't touch me!" Brandon said, pushing him back. Soon, they were both on the floor throwing punches at eachother. Az'Tumel grabbed both of them by the collars of their fatigues, and laughed. He gently set them down.
"First lesson, little ones," He said. "Learn to trust your brothers on the field of combat."

  • 07.21.2009 6:19 PM PDT

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

<//: PART THREE_ "DEBRIEFING"// LOCATION - SPARTAN TRAINING CAMP - OUTSKIRTS OF VOI, AFRICA_ YEAR 2561

Brandon took cover behind a pile of sandbags. Spartan - IV021 pulled up beside him. She nodded her head. A light on Brandons HUD winked green. Brandon and IV021 both hopped over the bags, and sprinted across the field, towards the red flag on the other side. Brandon tried to grab it, until something caught him by the neck. He was thrown onto the ground. IV021 pulled up her Assault Rifle, but it was yanked out of her hands. She, too, has thrown onto the dirt besides Brandon. An Elite appeared in front of the two, and slowly walked towards them.
He reached where they had fallen, then grabbed both of them.
"Nice try," the Elite said, and dropped them.
Brandon got to his feet. "You got us again, Az..." He said.
"Yes, but you were a little closer that time." He said, his mandibles flexed into a smile.
The other Spartan reclaimed her footing. "Man, I thought we had it that time," she said.
"Ashley, I don't think we'll ever beat Az at Capture the Flag." Brandon admitted. Az'Tumel gave out a laugh.
"Attention!" A voice called. It was Sergeant Mercer. Brandon had known Sergeant James Mercer for seven years now. He had trained him to become a spartan. Brandon stood straighter.
"Sir!" Brandon and Ashley said in unison.
"At ease," Mercer assured them. "Ready for your first real assigment?" He asked them.
"Sir, yes sir." The Spartans replied.
"Alright, follow me, let's get you with the rest of the Spartans then," He ordered. They followed him to a debriefing room. Inside, all two hundred and forty seven Spartans sat in chairs, MJOLNIR armor gleaming. Each of them were no older than thirteen, but they had the strength and the wisdom to match three men. Ashley and Brandon took a seat, and Az'Tumel stood by them.
"Alright, listen up, Spartans!" Mercer said. "We have a very important mission for you," he said, "Well, some of you. Seeing as only six Spartans will be attending this mission." He corrected. "We have reason to believe that the Rebels are working with the Wretched on a big project," he explained. "We don't know what, but we intend to find out, and put a stop to it."
Brandon paid undivided attention.
"Here, you can see, that the Rebels have set up a military base on Harvest," He said, pointing at the map the screen projected. "Six of you are going to infilitrate this base with a team of Elite Defenders." He explained. "Any volunteers?" He asked. Every singe Spartan raised their hands.
They were all eager for a fight.
"Now, that's what I like to see, however, we can only take six of you." He said, frowning. "We're still deciding which of you will get to be apart of this mission; we'll have the answer tomorrow morning sharp. Until then, carry on with your training. Dismissed." He said.
The Spartans got up to leave.
Brandon and Ashley headed out together, they were closer to eachother than any of the other Spartans. "I hope he picks us," Ashley commented. Brandon looked at her.
"Me, too. I'd love to get some real combat," He replied.

Az'Tumel pondered over on who to assign the Harvest mission to with Sergeant Mercer.
"This is a difficult decision, my friend. We could be sending any one of these Spartans to their deaths." He told him.
"I know," Mercer replied.
An hour went by until they had an answer on who they were going to send: Spartan IV042 - Leon, Spartan IV234 - Lesley, Spartan IV090 - Conner, Spartan IV125 - Delilah, Spartan IV023 Brandon, and Spartan - IV021 Ashley.

  • 07.21.2009 6:21 PM PDT

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

<//:_PART FOUR_"NEW ENEMIES"// LOCATION - COVENANT CARRIER "SHADOW OF INTENT" - ATMOSPHERE OF HARVEST_ YEAR 2561

Brandon and the rest of the Spartans waited for Az'Tumel on the hangar. Within minutes, he appeared, with four other Sangheili Defenders.
"Are you ready, friends?" Az'Tumel asked. The Spartans nodded. "Then let us make haste." He finished. They followed him onto a Phantom they'd use for transportation to the Rebel Base. They'd land two clicks away, then infiltrate on foot.
They borded the Phanton, and took their seats. The pilot didn't hesitate, he took off immediately. Within minutes they were already through Harvest's atmoshpere, and before they knew it, they landed. Az'Tumel was the first to exit, followed by the Elites, then the Spartans. The Elites cloaked themselves, and the Spartans stuck to the shadows.
They moved to the military base silently, but swiftly. The base was huge, with easily hundreds of Wretched and Humans resideing in it. Brandon's light winked green to signal he was ready. Az'Tumel touched his shoulder to indicate he and his squad were ready, too.
They sptrinted to the gate of the compound, and took cover behind a few shrubs. The guard was lounging lazily on his chair, cigarrette in his mouth. Az'Tumel moved his way over to him, unsheathed his blade, and neutralized the target. The Spartans came out of the shrubs, went to the gate, and leveld their weapons, covering Az'Tumel while he got it open.
Within seconds, the gate was down. Their presence was no longer secret. The Rebels and the Wretched soon got eyesight of the Spartans, and opened fire. Brandon took cover behind an ammuntion crate, and winked his light red three times. The signal to open fire. Brandon got out from cover, and unloaded his MA5B Assault Rifle into the nearest Wretched Elite. The Elites shields dropped, and Brandon took him down.
Leon spotted five Grunts, and decided they weren't worth precious ammo. He dived over to them, pulled out his combat knife, and neutralized them all without taking a hit. The barracks of the compound where unfilling with dozens of Humans and Covenant alike. There was no way they could keep this fighting up.
Brandon signaled the Spartans to fall to the objective; a large, three story laboratory that held whatever new weapon the Rebels were making. They got to the door, and shut it behind them.
"Go, Spartans! My friends and I will cover you, finish your mission!" Az'Tumel spoke over the COM channel.
The Spartans listened to their friend. Brandon lead the way down a long hallway, Assault Rifle leveled. The Spartans followed. They soon came to a door.
"Alright, Leon, get on the other side of this door. Ashley, I want you to throw in a flashbang when I kick it open. The rest of you be ready to clear." Brandon ordered. The Spartan's lights winked green. Brandon kicked open the door, and got back so Ashley could throw the flashbang. When it sounded, all fo the Spartans poured in. There were a few Grunts, and five Rebel soldiers on the other side. The Spartans shot off eight rounds. Eight boddies hit the floor. Brandon balled his fist, signaling the Spartans to follow him. He lead them downstairs, where they saw shooting ranges, dummies, obstacle courses, and a lab.Each of the Spartans had an erie feeling.
"Brandon... doesn't all of this stuff look... familiar?" Ashley asked. Brandon nodded. It did look familiar. The instalation looked exactly like his Spartan training camp back on Earth. He slowly lead the Spartans to the lab, and opened the door. Inside, he found something he never expected. He found cryo tubes, and even more importantly he found serum. The same serum that had genetically altered him and his fellow Spartans.
"What the hell is all of this?" Delilah asked, breathlessly.
Brandon came across a datapad, which he looked through. In it, he found valuable information.

<//: SPARTAN LOG 1 - PROGRESS: GOOD. CANDIDATES REMAINING: 269 CANDIDIATES EITHER DEAD FROM GENETIC ALTERING OR UNABLE TO FIGHT: 31. CONTINUE TO NEXT FILE_?//

Brandon couldn't believe what he had just discovered. The Rebels were working on something, alright. They were working on Spartans.
"Come take a look at this," Brandon said. The Spartans crowded around him. He showed them the datalog.
"Damn..." Conner said. "Looks like we've got some new enemies."

  • 07.21.2009 6:22 PM PDT

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

<//:_PART FIVE_"EVACUATION"// LOCATION - REBEL MILITAR BASE - HARVEST_ YEAR 2561

Leon looked at the Datapad, and coudln't believe it. Spartans. Enemy Spartans.
"This isn't good..." He said. Brandon shook his head. Delilah heard footsteps, she leveld her Battle Rifle, and winked her light red. The Spartan's leveled their weapons, too.
Az'Tumel revealed himself, and said "It is I, friends. Do not fret." Two more Elites uncloaked behind him.
"We fell back, there were too many of them. They have a pair of Lekgolo, we do not have the firepower to fight all of them, and I see no way out. They will be upon us within the next few minutes," an Elite said, shaking his head.
"Any suggestions?" Lesley asked.
"Yes," Az'Tumel said. "The Shadow of Intent is sending us reinforcements. They will be here within the next twenty units, we must hold out, however."
Brandon nodded. "We can do that," He said. "You need to look at this first," he finished, handing Az'Tumel the Datapad. Az'tumel looked at it, and his mandibles quivered.
"This is troubling news," He said, handing Brandon back the Datapad. Brandon was about to reply, when he heard plasma being released. From the sounds of it, it came from an Energy Blade. He looked past Az'Tumel, and noticed four Wretched Elites, all weilding blades. Their armor stood out, with it's crude spikes on the torso, and pauldrons.
"We shall handle this," Az'Tumel said, unsheathing his blade. His fellow Elites did the same.
The Spartans knew better to interfere. This was much more than a battle to the Sangheili. It was a matter of Honor.
Az'Tumel started the fight by lunging his blade, which a Wrectched elite avoided. He retaliated, but Az'Tumel was too fast, and too experienced. He quickly ducked, and stuck the blade through the Elites stomach. He pulled it out, and fended off another attack.Two Wretched Elites teamed on Az'Tumel, but his ally decapitated one of them. It was now three against two. The remaining Wretched Elites both lunged at the Defenders. One defender was caught off guard, as was the other. They both died. Az'Tumel was all that remained. He waited for his foes to attack. One lunged at Az'Tumel, and he evaded most of it, getting a fresh cut on his side. He let out a sigh of pain, then quickly used his backhand to force the Elite away. Az'Tumel tackled the other, and dug his blade into his throat. He quickly recovered his footing, and then focused on the last Wretched Sangheili.
"Just you and I," Az'Tumel said.
"Honor light your way," The Wretched Elite replied.
"Our blood shall forge a thousand generations." Az'Tumel finished. It was an old Covenant proverb, one which showed respect. Az'Tumel lunged at the Sangheili, and swung. He blocked it with his blade, then kicked Az'Tumel back. Az'Tumel recovered, and quickly leaped into the air, this action caught the Wretched off guard. Az'Tumel landed on the Elite, grabbed his neck, and finished him.
He slowly got up, and sheathed his blade. But the fight wasn't over. Rebels came pouring into the laboratory, and the Spartans let rounds fly fromt their Rifles. Az'Tumel retaliated by unholstering his Plasma Rifle, and firing. Brandon moved to cover behind a cryo tube, but his shields dropped to 3/4 on the way. Ashley pulled up beside him. Brandon looked at her, and felt the heat of battle. Things didn't look good, though. They were vastly outnumbered. He got out from cover, and fired at a couple of Rebels, they dropped. He quickly rolled over behind a table, next to Leon. Delilah ran out of ammo fast, then switched over to her Magnum. Just then, they heard explosions overhead.
"What was that?" Brandon asked Leon. He shrugged, and kept firing. Suddenly, Defener Grunts ran into the Lab, and caught the Rebels unexpected. When they turned around, the Grunts screamed in their high pitched voices, and retreated due to their cowardice.
Then a pair of Defender Lekgolo came into the lab. They quickly disposed of the Rebels that had the Spartans and Az'Tumel pinned down.
Az'Tumel approached the Lekgolo, and offered thanks. They replied in unison: "The mighty Arbiter awaits you,"
Az'Tumel bowed his respects, and the Spartans followed him upstairs. When they exited the lab, the entire compund was under Defender and UNSC control. There was everything from ODST to Jackals. All allied to the UNSC.
"We better get that Datapad to your comand," Az'Tumel suggested. Brandon nodded.
Letting Comand know about the Spartans was their number one priority.

  • 07.21.2009 6:22 PM PDT

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

<//:_PART SIX_"THE DROP"// LOCATION - UNSC BATTLESHIP "MANHATTAN"_ YEAR 2561

Ashley stepped out of the showers, and dried off. She was only twelve years old, but her body had grown rapidly due to the genetic altering. Brandon accidentally stepped in, then blushed.
"Oh, uh, sorry.." He said, shutting the door. Ashley felt her face redden. She had always been atrracted to Brandon, and thought about him much more than just a friend. They were always paired up with eachother on the partner missions Sergeant Mercer assigned. But love was no emotion a Spartan should be concerned with. Her duty came first.
She slipped into her black bodysuit, and exited. Brandon was waiting outside.
"You ready?" He asked uncomfortably. Ashley nodded.
"Yeah," She said. It had been a week since the incident on Harvest. The UNSC had been working with the Defenders non-stop to try and find the location of the Rebel Spartans. They've had no luck, until a few days ago. They came across a Rebel battleship, and boarded it. There, they found documents suggesting that the Spartans were being held on Harvest, the same planet they found the military base on. They pin-pointed exactly where the documents had described, and within the hour, Brandon, Ashley, and some ODST were going to drop down, and find out if the Spartans were stll there. If the Rebel Spartans acctually were there, then the Manhattan would launch a full-scale assault.
The two Spartans walked to the armory, and dressed up in their MJOLNIR armor. They then met up with the ODST at the drop pods.
"You gatta be kiddin' me," An ODST remarked. "They're sending a couple of kids? What are we, babysittin'?" The ODSTs let out a laugh.
Ashley walked over to the ODST, "I'd watch your mouth, boot," She warned. She was a higher rank than him, even at the age of twelve.
"Oh is that an order, princess?" The ODST asked. He shoved her.
"I wouldn't do that," Brandon warned, folding his arms.
"Oh, and why not? Are you her boyfriend?" He said.
"No, I just wouldn't want you to get your ass handed to you," Brandon replied cooly.
"That so?" He said, turning to Ashley. He knocked her on the side of the helmet. "What are you going to do little g-" Whatever he was going to say ended up in a scream of pain. Ashley grabbed his wrist, twisted it, and broke it. The other ODSTs backed off. Brandon shook his head.
"Anyone else?" He asked. The ODSTs shook their head. "Didn't think so," Brandon finished.
Brandon stepped into his drop pod, as did Ashley. The other ODSTs got into theirs, too, all except for the one who was on the floor screaming in pain.
The soldiers waited in the pods for a few minutes, and then the light winked green. The signal to drop. Brandon punched the ingnition, than gripped the holds as the pod dropped through space. He could see nearly thirty other pods dropping through the window the pod supplied. Ashley popped to life on his monitor screen.
"Helluva ride, huh?" She said. Brandon looked at the screen and nodded.
Within seconds, they broke through the atmosphere of Harvest. He looked down, and could see the facility the Spartans were most likely beind held in. It was heavily defended. His drop pods sirens went off. "Warning, missile locked." Popped up on the monitor.
"Damn!" He yelled, and deployed a few flares. Apparently, they worked, because the missle wasn't riding his ass anymore. He heard Ashley scream through the COM channel. He quickly turned his attenton to her pod, and saw it spinning out of control. It had been hit by a missile.
"ASHLEY!" He yelled. He could feel his heart racing. He watched in horror, as her pod slammed into the ground. Seconds later, his pod hit the ground, too, but the impact was too great. The next thing he rememberd was blackness.

  • 07.21.2009 6:23 PM PDT

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

<//:_PART SEVEN_"ALONE"// LOCATION - HARVEST - TWO MILES FROM REBEL SPARTAN FACILITY//

Brandon awoke with a pain in his head.
"Ashley!?" He screamed. He looked out the window of the drop pod. When he dropped, it had been daytime. Now, the sky was pitch black. He struggled to get out of his restraints, then kicked open the door. He climbed out and inspected the area. He could see several drop pods from where he was standing. Some of them were unoppened, the rest either had bodies laying beside them. Either way, all of the ODST were dead. He didn't give a damn about them though, he only cared for Ashley. He grabbed his MA5B Assault Rifle, and quietly made his way through the grassy plain. He could see a mountain range about a mile away, and knew that Ashley had landed somewhere beyond there. I have to get to her, he thought. He tried using the COM channel.
"Ashley? Ashley, can you hear me? It's Brandon, are you there?" He said. No response. He cursed under his breath, and made his way to the mountains. When he got there, he saw a figure. It was too dark to tell who it was, but from what his enchanced vision could see, the figure was wearing MJOLNIR armor. It had to have been Ashley.
"Ashley!" He exclaimed, running towards the figure. The figure turned around, and leveled it's rifle. "Ashley, no, don't shoot! It's me, Brandon!" He assured. But the figure shot anyways. The rounds impacted Brandon's shields, and dropped it to half. He quickly hit the dirt, and got behind a nearby boulder. That wasn't Ashley, he realized. It was a Rebel Spartan. He knew what he had to do. Brandon removed himself from cover, and aimed down his sights. But the Spartan wasn't there. "What the hell..?" Brandon whispered. Suddenly, a hand grabbed him by the throat. Brandon reacted by grabbing the wrist, and pulling himself free, he turned around and brought up his rifle. The Rebel Spartan grabbed his rifle, discarded it, and charged with a combat knife. Brandon unsheathed his from his boot, and tackled the Spartan.
"This'll be fun," The Rebel Spartan taunted, as he hit the floor. "Your other friend put a pretty good fight, too. Too bad I had to teach her a lesson," He mocked. Brandons eyes widened, no doubt he was talking about Ashley.
"What have you done with her!?" He yelled, bringing the knife up to the Rebel Spartans neck. The Spartan chuckled, then kicked Brandon off of him. Brandon rose to his feet, slashed at the Rebel, missed, and sidekicked. The blow hit the Rebel in the torso, but he recovered, grabbed Brandon, and quickly got him into a headlock.
"Oh, don't worry, we're taking good care of her. She's pretty cute, too. Mind if I make her my girlfriend?" He asked slyly. Brandon had had enough. He used his elbow to get the Rebel in the groin, and swapped places with him. Brandon was the one who had him in the headlock now. He grabbed the Rebel by the neck, twisted it to the left, and snapped it. The Rebel Spartan fell the floor, dead. Brandon slumped back against the rock, and felt emotion come over him. He wondered if Ashley was still alive. All he knew was that they had captured her. He quickly got to his feet, and sprinted towards the facility. He was going to get Ashley back. Even if he had to do it alone.

  • 07.21.2009 6:23 PM PDT

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

<//_PART EIGHT_"SNEAKING IN"// LOCATION - SPARTAN REBEL FACILITY_ YEAR 2561//

Brandon stood outside of the Facility, taking cover behind a few shrubs. He looked for a way in, but all he could manage to find was the front gate. He was out of ideas. He waited a little longer, than noticed an ammunition truck down the road, undoubtedly heading towards the facility. He waited for it to drive by, then latched onto it. Brandon climbed onto the back, and threw the blanket protecting the ammunition from flying out over him. He felt the truck come to a stop, and then talking. He guessed that the man was gaining clearence. The truck roared to life a few moments later, and came to a hault a couple minutes after that. Brandon waited a bit, then hopped out. He was in a garage. He looked for enemies. Clear. He oppened the door, which lead to a hallway. He cautsiously made his way down the hall, rifle leveled. Brandon came to a door, and heard talking on the other side.
"Yeah, we caught one of their Spartans," A voice said, "we plan on interrogating her a little more before finishing her off. She's upstairs." Brandon's heart sank. They were talking about Ashley.
"Okay, let me know when it's done," Another voice answered. Brandon suddenly busted in, and neutralized the two rebels. Their boddies dropped. He quickly made his way down another hallway, and came to the stairwell. He climbed it as fast as he could, then kicked the door on top open. It revealed a couple more Rebels. They oppened fire on Brandon, forcing his shields to drop to 1/2. He took cover behind the corner, and blindfired into the room. When he rushed in, the rebels were dead. He quickly ran to the next room, and saw a Wretched Brute holding a figure by the throat. It was Ashley.
"NO!" Brandon exclaimed, unsheathing his knife. He jumped onto the Brute, and dug the blade in his spine. The Brute howled in pain, and dropped to the floor. Ashley fell with him. He rushed over to her, and couldn't believe what he saw. They had completely mutalated her. She no longer was wearing her MJOLNIR armor, instead, all she wore was her black bodysuit. It had been torn in various places, revealing scars and cuts. He looked at her face. Her long, blonde hair had been pulled and strained, and her beautiful bright blue eyes were full of tears. She threw her arms around Brandon, and he held her in his.
"Brandon, Brandon..." She repeated through choked sobs.
"Shh..." Brandon comforted, stroking her hair.
"Don't ever leave me, ever again... please... don't ever leave me..." She begged.
"I won't," Brandon promised. "I won't..." Brandon quickly threw Ashley on his back, and turned for the exit. It was blocked by two figures in MJOLNIR armor.
"Where do you think you're going?" One of the Rebel Spartans asked. Brandon didn't answer. He was about to level his rifle, until the other Spartans pointed theirs towards him and Ashley.
"You sure that's a smart move? I'd put that gun down." The Spartan said. Brandon slowly placed his gun on the floor, and the other Rebel Spartan retrieved it. "Put down the girl." He ordered. Brandon hesitated, then put Ashley down. The Spartan quickly walked over to Ashley and held her by the neck.
"Leave her alone! Please!" Brandon shouted in alarm. Ashley was crying. "It's me you want.. take me." Brandon offerred. The Spartan threw Ashley to the floor, and advanced towards Brandon. The other Spartan pinned his hands behind his back.
"Watch, girl," The Spartan said, as he removed Brandons helmet. Ashley turned away. "I said WATCH! " He shouted. Ashley obeyed. The Spartan quickly pulled back his fist, and punched Brandon square in the face. Brandon coughed up some blood. He kept landing blows on Brandon like a hammer does to a nail.
"Stop! Please, stop!" Ashley interfered. The Rebel turned to her.
"What did you say? The Rebel asked, forgetting about Brandon. That was his mistake. Brandon suddenly broke free from his attacker, and ran for Ashley. He grabbed her by the wrist, pulled her up, and sprinted out of the door.
"After him!" He heard one of the Spartans say behind him. Brandon quickly let Ashley onto his back, and ran down the stairwell as the floor above him was cased in bullets. He found the nearest building exit, and ran for the gate as fast as he could. Rebels opened fire, and Brandon protected Ashley with his MJOLNIR armor's shield system When they got dangerously low, he grabbed Ashley with his two hands, and sprinted out, towards the mountains. He didn't stop running until they came across a cave a few miles away from the facility.
Brandon gently set Ashley down, and gasped for breath.
"You okay?" Brandon asked between gasps for air. Ashley put her face in her hands and nodded. "Good." He confirmed. "We have a lot fo ground to cover."

  • 07.21.2009 6:24 PM PDT

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

<//:_PART TEN_"REUNITED"// LOCATION - A COUPLE MILES AWAY FROM SPARTAN FACILITY_YEAR 2561//


Brandon unholstered the Magnum that was magentically attached to his thigh. He inspected it, and what he had. Things weren't looking good, Ashley was badly damaged, and she didn't even have her armor. Brandon was missing his helmet, and rifle do to the incident in the Facility. All they could do is hide in the cave for now. Wait until the search parties wnet pass them, until the search stopped.
"Brandon..?" Ashley asked. He looked at her.
"Yeah?" He answered, sighing.
"Are we going to die?" She said. Brandon stared at her. He wondered that question himself. Were they going to die? Most Spartans in this situation wouldn't even feel fear.But they weren't like most Spartans. They were only twelve years old.
"No," Brandon finally answered.
"How do you know?" Ashley pursued. Brandon thought a moment.
"Because we're Spartans." He said. Ashley nodded and hugged her knees. Brandon looked out of the cave entrance and saw a search party coming their way.
"Ashley - get the back of the cave, now!" He ordered. She quickly crawled towards the back and hid behind a rock. Brandon put his back against the wall, hiding inside a small indention.
Two Rebel Marines and a Wretched Grunt came into the cave. One of the Marines flickered on a light which was attached to his rifle. When they made their way past Brandon, he quickly grabbed the grunt from the back of the formation, and snapped its neck. The two Marines turned around in surprise, but Brandon was too fast, and was hidden before they could see him again.
"What the hell?" One of the Marines said when they saw the grunts corpse. Brandon quickly jumped on the back of one of the Rebels, slit his throat, jumped off, and stabbed the other in the stomach. He took both of the rifles, handed one to Ashley, and kept one for himself.
"We have to move, Ash. They'll be here if we don't, hop on my back," Brandon offered. Ashley shook her head.
"I can keep up," She said. Brandon almost resisted, then nodded. The both of them quickly sprinted out of the cave and ran. They didn't have a location, they were just running anywhere. Anywhere away from the Facility.
They ran for a full thirty minutes, and then come to a stop. Ashley got onto her knees, gasping for breath. It was a lot harder for her to keep up without her suit of armor. Brandon was about to help her up, until he heard a noise in the bushes behind her. He leveled his rifle. He slowly approached the bushes, and was astonoished whenever he was grabbedn by the shoulder.
"Shh! It is I, my friend." A voice said. It was Az'Tumel. H released his cloaking, and revealed himself.
"Az? What the hell are you doing here?" He asked. Five Elites revealed behind him.
"My brethren and I came looking for you, the Manhattan was attacked by Rebel Battleships and Wretched cruisers. We're afraid it was destroyed in the fight. Me, my brorthers, and some others have set up base a few couple hundred miles away. We have vehicles, supplies, and ammunition." Az'Tumel explained. Ashley walke dup beside Brandon. "Ashley... by the Cursed Prophets, what have they done to you?" Az'Tumel said, horror-stricken. Ashley had almost started crying just by remembering. She shook her head.
"Az, can you take us back to base?" Brandon asked.
"Certainly, my friend. We have a phantom awaiting us not far from here. Follow," Az'Tumel told them. Brandon nodded, and took hold of Ashley's hand.
"It's okay," He said. "We're almost home."

  • 08.05.2009 7:58 PM PDT

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

<//:_PART ELEVEN_"BIRTH"// LOCATION - HOSPITAL - REACH_ YEAR 2568//

Brandon sat by Ashley's side. The doctor had stepped out in order to fill some paperwork.
"It's going to be okay, honey," Brandon comforted. Ashley smiled, then let out a shriek of pain.
"I know, Brandon. I can't wait. Have you been able to think of a name?" Ashley asked. Brandon paused.
"Yes," He said. "How do you like Riley?" Ashley smiled.
"That's a perfect name. Riley." Ashley repeated the name. The doctor stepped back in.
"Alright, all the paperwork is filled out. My, my, I have to say this is going to be a unique experience. I can't wait to see the offsrping of two UNSC Spartans," He said, with a smile. Brandon squeezed Ashleys hand tighter. "Dad, do you want to stay in the room during the birth? Or would you like to wait outside?" The doctor asked with a grin.
"Uhm, I think I'll stay outside for th-" Brandon started. Ashley squeezed his hand.
"No, Brandon, you got me into this. You aren't backing away now. Six years on the field and you'd think you wouldn't be afraid of anythi-" Ashley was interrupted by a contraction. Brandon immediately felt pain run down his arm while Ashley squeezed with Spartan strength.
"Oh, here we go, Ashley, listen to me! This is it, your baby's almost here." The Doctor said. Brandon couldn't believe it. He was going to be a father.


Brandon and Ashley stared into the eyes of their newborn baby. RIley. Ashley couldn't stop smiling, nor could Brandon. As battle-hardened as they were, Brandon and his wife couldn't help but love their son, or eachother. Spartan's weren't supposed to love. But Ashley and Brandon did. They always have.
"Wow... look... my little warrior. I can't wait - he'll be a Spartan, honey. Defending innocent people, saving lives," Brandon was going on and on about being able to train Riley himself in the years to come. There was a knocking at the door. Brandon quickly turned to see who it was. He was astonished to see his mentor Az'Tumel. The doctor let him in.
"Hello, friends. I just thought I'd be the first to congradulate you on your... finest victory." Az'Tumel said with a laugh. Brandon reached out to give him a friendly hug. The Elite walked over to the infant and observed him. A born warrior.
"Ahh, yes, I can see him now. Walking in his parents footsteps," Az'Tumel said, holding his finger in front of the new-born. It grabbed a hold of him. "Strong grip, too." He said, mandibles flexing into a smile. Brandon and Ashley adored their baby. They couldn't wait for the years to come.

  • 08.05.2009 7:59 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

wouldnt mjolinir armor have cloaking if theyre working with elites? and wouldnt their comms be linked to? also the rebel spartans wouldnt have the same armor as the UNSC spartans as they will have upgraded them differently with the help of the elites
apart from that its amazing really!
cant wait for the next part!

  • 08.06.2009 1:30 PM PDT

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

Posted by: Matt Eddy
wouldnt mjolinir armor have cloaking if theyre working with elites? and wouldnt their comms be linked to? also the rebel spartans wouldnt have the same armor as the UNSC spartans as they will have upgraded them differently with the help of the elites
apart from that its amazing really!
cant wait for the next part!


I can answer all of those questions.

1.) No, the UNSC still haven't been able to make a Spartan Armor with cloaking, other than SPI, which Brandon doesn't use.

2.) His helmet was removed - no COM. Plus, they were out of range with the Manhattan, so it wouldn't go through anyways.

3.) And the Rebels use the same Armor as the UNSC because they basically ripped them off.

  • 08.06.2009 8:29 PM PDT