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Subject: [Story] The Recon, one Spartan's experience
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It being the cool thing to do to send a story along the lines, I decided I'd get a piece of the action, here is the beginnings to a story regarding a Recon Spartan and his experience. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it :)

The hall was eerily silent, a pin drop would've shot us all out of our skin. Everyone stared directly at the intercom, as if it was an eight foot tall alien. And the silence ended.
"All available personnel, report immediately to battle stations. This is not a drill." The intercom was then drowned out by fifty soldiers all tripping over each other dashing for their stations. I, however, stood still. My heart was pounding. The intercom was not where my orders would come from.
"Spartans," crackled the speaker in my helmet as frenzied men pushed past me, "unidentified hostile forces preparing to board," an explosion rocking dust loose from the ceiling tiles, and extinguishing several of the lights, "groups A through C report to Communications, gr-" a sharp hissing sound replaced the voice, my only direction. Alone in the dark.
After all my training, after it all, I still stood stark while the hall emptied out. My heart continued to pound and I couldn't control my breathing. Seconds became eternity. I became vaguely aware of a man shaking my armored shoulder. He was yelling, quite obviously, but all I heard was the sound of my own heart, my own breath. As I focused on his mouth, I could clearly make out what he was saying, as if he were in slow motion. "They,". . . "are" . . . "coming." I closed my eyes, and clenched my teeth, and started counting in my head. 1, 2, 3, an explosion, this one sending shards of rock across my arm, 4, 5, 6, the arms on my shoulders left, and I heard footsteps running away, and footsteps coming towards me, 7, 8, 9, sound returned, the sound of gunfire. My senses alert, my mind a blur with tactics and a map winding its way to Communications. 10.

[Edited on 07.23.2009 2:13 PM PDT]

  • 07.23.2009 2:07 PM PDT
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I opened my eyes. In-suit HUD confirmed three friendlies coming around the corner, and they did. Carrying a . . .man? His arm was bubbling, sizzling with blood popping out audibly. He was unconscious as they brought him nearer to me. I noticed the radio draped around his neck, "You two, stop." They did, and their heads quickly flashed back to me, clearly they weren't happy about having to stop on their way to the Medic. "Sir! This man is going to die if we don't get him back now, we have to go! One of those little bastards shot this giant glowing green ball right at him, hit him square in the arm." As he talked I quickly snatched the radio from the man, and a sidearm attached to his hip, and waved them on. Integrating it immediately, the sounds of frantic soldiers filled my ears. "North west corridor sealed! Headi - They're breaking through!" I turned the volume low, as another sound came through. ". . . Group B, report!"
"We're got wounded, we're hunkered low, distress beacon activated, request support to break through to Communications, there's a line of hostile between us and A and C in Comm." Another friendly target hit my radar, as did the distress beacon, not too far away. The friendly was recognized as a Spartan.
"Master Chief?"
"Sir?" The Spartan icon blinked, indicating he was the one on the radio.
"Gather your Recon troop nearby and get to B, help them through to Communications, if we lose it, we're going down."
"Yes sir."
It took me a moment to realize I was, in fact, the Recon around the corner he was speaking of, and just as it took hold on me, a Spartan turned the corner and threw something my direction as he ran towards me. Catching it, turning it, Assault Rifle, looking up as Master Chief passed me, dashing to keep up.

[Edited on 07.25.2009 6:56 AM PDT]

  • 07.23.2009 2:08 PM PDT
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Checking the weapon, turning dark corner after dark corner, the lights blown. While we ran down one of the main halls, groups of soldiers passed us in different directions hooping and hollering. On the main screen, pictures of animals, no, of the aliens! Seeing three foot tall, fat ones, next to tall, bulky, armored ones. Squeezing past another group of soldiers coming from one of side passages, we ran directly into an unlit hall. After running through doorway after doorway, scanning and scanning, watching the distress beacon get closer and closer, even passing another Spartan once. Pictures were circulated of the creatures we were up against through the HUD, just as the ones I saw in the main hall showed the soldiers, pictures of their ways and the plasma they fired, what it did to flesh.
Fire erupted through an open doorway ahead of us, blocking that route. The intercom blared with several blows of a horn, signaling the changing of the battle plan. The comm in my ear, from the soldier, become overwhelmed with commands. Enemies on the radar, readying the AR, Chief held his hand up signaling me to stop. He took a moment and motioned us to go through a side route to the enemies. Following the Master Chief through a service passage. Nearing the enemy indicators, I heard clicks, clicks followed by grunts, guttural noises and rolling groans. The dark red of the service passage left us still totally invisible, Chief raised a hand and signaled I take an alternate route to the hostile, while he took the front. He passed back a single fragmentation grenade. The blinking yellow light in my HUD went green and I crept away.
Back down the service passage, I was coming up on an intersection, as I did, another indicator popped up. Enemy coming from my left, about to hit the intersection, so close to the others. I crouched, momentarily hoping he was going to turn around and go away, to leave me in my near dazed state. As he was moments away from the intersection, I knew I couldn't shoot, it would alert the others.
"It's one of the small ones," a whisper in my ear. I nodded to acknowledge the invisible voice, thanking it. I crouched, snarling, my hands twisted to claws. Right before it came into view, I memorized the creature's anatomy from the HUD pictures. It came into view. It was moving quickly, but I was a trained murderer. I sprang and bull-dozed the frail creature, pinning, breaking its tiny arms beneath me as I quickly slammed a fist brutally into its skull. Minimal resistance. Sitting up, with it pinned beneath me. I twisted my fist and heard a squish. Giving it a second longer than necessary was detrimental, and though my nerves were wearing down, I had to keep my cool. I got off the creature and made a note of any noise I might've made. None, good. A yellow light blinked inside my helmet, and I blinked green back. I was more confident after that, my adrenaline rush was noted by my suit's monitor and my vitals blinked yellow, compared to a sea of green that was my comrades. And one red.
Rounding the corner I needed to, I came to a gate that was slightly behind the enemies. Four of the tiny ones, and one. . . of the taller ones. Muscular and alert, he scanned the room vigilantly. There was a problem with his shielding system, because he shimmered heavily, non-stop. I flashed a yellow light to the MC, asking if he was ready, to which he replied with a countdown timer. 5, 4. Looking over the tall one, he held a strange, curved handle, attached to nothing I could see, except for the two glowing ends of the handle. 3, 2. One last breath. Readying the pistol from the soldier. Go time.

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Slamming through the door, all of the creatures jumping, three shots, three exploding, tiny creatures, the fourth one was shredded by the Master Chief. The big one raised the handle above his head and ran towards me, I leveled the pistol at his head and growled, "Go to Hell!" Squeezing the trigger, nothing. Jammed! He whipped his arm down, and as if they'd been invisible the whole time, two long, glowing prongs from either end. He yelled, deep and victorious and prepared to lunge, his crouch lowering his already strangely bent legs. I chucked the pistol at him, which he swatted down, giving me the moment I needed to prepare. He jumped, fast, powerful, and jabbed the sword towards my neck. I wove to the side and grabbed the alien's wrist. He was off balance, but still managed to get a weak head-butt in. Chief was behind me, AR at the ready, but not in position to fire. The alien wrestling to get its wrist free, I felt the direction he was pulling and let him pull me slightly, just enough pull my body into a better position.

[Edited on 07.24.2009 11:26 AM PDT]

  • 07.23.2009 2:11 PM PDT
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I punched him hard in the side of the head and raised my heavy leg, sending it sideways into his, which cracked loudly. He raised his head slightly, but his concentration was still infallible. It didn't matter, without that leg, he was doomed. Now it was just a process. Elbowing his head, he sent a powerful fist into my gut, which would've sent me to the floor if I hadn't been counting on it. With a free hand now, I took it and thrust it hard into the underside of its weapon arm, cracking the joint and leaving his arm almost totally snapped off. He raised his head, slightly higher this time, then fully, opening his hinged jaw and screaming loudly. I punched him hard in the throat, then yanked his arm across me, pulling it down and sending my knee into it, freeing it totally from the socket. He was on his way to the floor. I held his wrist firmly, making sure those daunting prongs stayed right where they were, no surprises. Turning his now free arm towards him, the prongs angled directly at him. Finishing this menace, I yelled, as loudly and with as much vigor as he had, impaling him into the wall. His flickering eyes locked into mine, strange hate boring into me. His eyes closed. I loosed the grip on his wrist and the prongs disappeared. I held the handle as he slumped down. I looked intently at it, standing still, regaining my composure quickly. I saw the activation method, pressure on certain parts simultaneously, I sent the specs and a picture of the weapon over the HUD, which caused some buzz over the mic on tactics regarding it.
"Good job. Now let's go." Chief's words were rushed, and the red, blinking vital signs of the B group member justified it. The bleeding, distorted figure of the already foreign creature seemed to be a sign for me. A sign for what, though? As I ran through the halls, towards our next encounter, and towards Group B's position, the sight would not leave my mind as more and more pictures came flowing onto the HUD of the corpses of more and more of the tall ones, usually surrounded by at least one two limbs of our soldiers.

End of what I've written so far, I wanted community feedback on it, seeing as I wrote it for you guys in the first place :) I like writing, and I like Halo, and I like Recon, so why not write a story involving all three?

[Edited on 07.23.2009 2:14 PM PDT]

  • 07.23.2009 2:11 PM PDT

Posted by: redeye97
very good but this is a gallery forum.


Writing is an art.

Interesting story, but it doesn't flow very well. Try reading it out loud before you post it.

[Edited on 07.24.2009 10:56 AM PDT]

  • 07.24.2009 10:55 AM PDT
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Thank you both, really! I've been holding my breath for two days waiting for someone to give me something to work with. In case you were wondering why it's broken up into so many different posts, there was apparently an unallowed character somewhere and to find it I had to find which section had it. Anyway, so would this be a green light for more?

Problem with flow, my issue has been with too much skipping around, too much here, too little there, I tend to rush through things in my head and have such a good picture in my head, that I don't give enough for the reader, taken into consideration, thank you.

[Edited on 07.24.2009 11:01 AM PDT]

  • 07.24.2009 10:59 AM PDT

That's okay. You could try reading some other fan fictions around the place, see how they're set out and all that.

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Good idea, good idea. I don't want to end up with the same format though, if it ends up with the same universally comfortable feel, what have I accomplished but normality? To be out of the box and intrigue the reader, some won't like it, some will love it, but anything that won't fall into nothingness for being good, but good in the same sense everything else would be.

Heh, I guess therein lies the issue for all aspiring artists though.

[Edited on 07.24.2009 11:10 AM PDT]

  • 07.24.2009 11:09 AM PDT
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Several small aliens came running through side passages, three shot bursts took them to the ground, dead or dying.
"B, we're approaching your position, anything we should be aware of?" Our answer was a quickly blinking red light, not a good sign at all. Being as close as we were, the danger that light foreboded wasn't far away. A bright flash of green came from a long hall up ahead, a low rumble followed. The red vitals of B's injured member died out, and another member's became dangerously low. Chief signed he was taking the long way around, to loop around and take the enemies from behind. I blinked green and hugged the corner waiting for him to be in position.
Peeking around, there was nothing to see. The lights had all been cut, it was perfectly dark. Yet Group B's beacon was directly down it, on the opposite wall, in one of the many storage spaces. Rising out of the black, a low groan, deep, penetrating, it lasted for several seconds, before fading back into the darkness.
Another picture came to my HUD, this one. . . no, a video, live and streaming. A shaky helmet cam showed a massive figure that was nothing but armor and muscle, shuffling along toward the camera. It's arm was nothing more than a cannon, which is pointed directly towards the camera. It lit green, and got brighter and brighter, bullets and grenades ricocheted off, never deterring the monster. Just as the cannon lit to an almost white shade, the camera ducked behind a thick barricade of steel, and just as he did, the air above him sizzled and crackled, momentarily fizzling out the picture, which returned to show molten metal running down the side of the barricade. The camera raised back up, showing the beast being tailed by another mass of cobalt blue and orange muscle. Two Spartans appeared behind the beast in the rear, one with the pronged weapon I held on my hip, another with a giant barreled shotgun. The Spartan stabbed quickly, leaving the weapon lodged deeply, while the creature roared and raised itself from its hunched position, standing straight up. Twisting the blade fiercely, the shotgun blasting mercilessly, the creature slid in two, both halves falling to the ground, while the first two Spartans disappeared, the front Alien had already wheeled around and upon seeing its fallen compatriot, began to run, gathering momentum, towards a group of soldiers that had been shooting small arms at its exposed back. They scattered just in time, it slammed a massive plate of armor onto the barricade they had been behind. A few of the tall, lean aliens appeared from the fire of a broken doorway and began firing on the scattered soldiers, another pair of Spartans appeared with rocket launchers, firing directly onto the tall aliens, which were too close to have dodged, their shields kept them alive through the first rocket, while the next three blew them to pieces. The cannon fired from the arm of the orange beast, narrowly missing one of the Spartans, leaving the air in its wake popping again.
A yellow light appeared in my HUD, flashing. "Master Chief," I began, believing the low groan in the dark hall and the green flash matched that of the hulk in the video.
"Group B has a live member with a shotgun, you've got the energy weapon, I'll be distracting it, the both of you are going to kill it the same way Group L did. Link." With that, Group B's live HUD appeared in my HUD, as did the MC's. Group B's member had active night-vision, which clearly outlined the hall and the creature standing perfectly still, cannon aimed at the corner where B was sitting tight. The Chief was only around 15 yards behind it, while I was a good 40. A light flickered, giving us a brief glimpse of the monstrosity.


--Ok, so, I've decided to do some editing, but here's a work in progress, we'll see the climax of that a little later in the day, or maybe not, it all depends on if I hear you want more or not. So make me and my Recon-clad Spartan know you love us! Off to work, peace.

  • 07.25.2009 7:12 AM PDT