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Subject: [FanFic] Halo: Final Strike (Spiritual successor to H3: ODST)

Posted by: ElementalRunner

Posted by: Commander Stroll
Still using a pump-action shotgun over 500 years in the future I see.

omg not realistic stop game production plz

Prologue

The date is June, 2553. The space around Earth and the surviving human colonies is now silent of the sound of war, at last. But there are parts of the galaxy still not at rest.

It was the next mission of an ODST: The Rookie **. As part of the elite Orbital Drop Shock Troopers, he'd had his fair share of thrills and combat. As an ODST for a decent amount of time now, he was highly respected among his ODST team-mates, as well as his new team-mates.

The Rookie was now stationed on the UNSC Thermopylae . The war might seem like its over, but there was still a problem. The Brutes don't surrender easily, ever. And they were proving it. They pulled all their soldiers, ships and defenses back to their homeworld, Doisac - forming a planetary fortress clustered with space and ground defenses. The Elites had been lashing into it but they hadn't got through. The UNSC promised to give a little aid to the Sangheili Fleet. Guess which soldiers they sent.

So now it was his job to help the Elites do this. This was it. The finale of the war. It was in his hands, and he knew he could truly make a difference if he dropped by in the right place. As his old friend said.... you know the music - time to dance.

**: DISCLAIMER: Considering The Rookie doesn't die.

  • 08.07.2009 5:07 AM PDT

Okay then, now write the first part, and delve into the mysterious, wondrous world of fan fiction.

  • 08.07.2009 5:47 AM PDT

Posted by: ElementalRunner

Posted by: Commander Stroll
Still using a pump-action shotgun over 500 years in the future I see.

omg not realistic stop game production plz

Posted by: Wolverfrog
Okay then, now write the first part, and delve into the mysterious, wondrous world of fan fiction.


Aye Cap'n. Droppin' into the world of fan-fics. I would have written up the first part immediately but I went for lunch.

  • 08.07.2009 5:56 AM PDT

Posted by: CoolCJ24
Posted by: Wolverfrog
Okay then, now write the first part, and delve into the mysterious, wondrous world of fan fiction.


Aye Cap'n. Droppin' into the world of fan-fics. I would have written up the first part immediately but I went for lunch.


Lunch? That must mean you're a fellow Brit/European.

  • 08.07.2009 6:00 AM PDT

Posted by: ElementalRunner

Posted by: Commander Stroll
Still using a pump-action shotgun over 500 years in the future I see.

omg not realistic stop game production plz

Chapter 1 - Reveille

The Rookie strained his head upwards from an awkward sleeping position. Opening his eyes slowly, he squinted from the bright light of the Cryo room. After being in Cryo Stasis for the entire 2-day Earth to Sangheilios trip, any kind of light gives you a good stun. It reminded him of when he accidentally stunned himself with a stun grenade back at boot camp.

"Hey, rise and shine Rookie! Captain Harron wants you at the Bridge along with the rest of your squad. Briefing on your mission's in 5. Hurry up!"

It was by that point that the Rookie recognised the voice - it was Thomas from Cryo Maintenance.

"Comon, get outta the pod! I gotta service the thing sometime today!" said Thomas, tapping on the glass. By now, The Rookie was used to the light and proceeded to open up the glass and step out. Tasting the awful wake-up liquid, he spat into a bowl next to the pod. Thomas chuckled.
"Not quite your food, huh? Well no-ones too keen on it! Anyway, get a move on. Your armour and helmet are just next to Pod 08." he said, pointing to the unused Pod 08. The Rookie approached it, grabbed his gear and hastily put it on. He also put on his helmet despite not being in a combat scenario.

That was something people didn't understand about The Rookie. He always wore his helmet, everywhere. The truth was that he liked its look. It was slightly intimidating, but it also made him feel anonymous - as if he was safer and more respectful in his helmet. He then remembered what little time he had to reach the Bridge, and he quickly dashed out of the Cryo Storage Room towards The Bridge.

He arrived at the Bridge just 20 seconds before the meeting. Captain Harron turned to see The Rookie walk in, and then turned back to the 35 other ODST's in the room.
"You're almost late, Rookie. Take a seat." exclaimed the Captain. The Rookie did so.
"Now, onto your first mission of OPERATION: Final Strike. A large number of Brute vessels are amassing near Doisac's largest moon, Warial. They can constantly refuel and restock from the generator and armoury they have on this moon. This provides the Sangheili Fleet the problem of a strong and constant blockade. And here's your job."

The Rookie leaned towards the table, carefully examing the holo-images presented.
"You'll be launching from some of the new high-tech Drop Pods ONI has just developed. They're undetectable by Sonar, Radar, Thermal - you name it. They also have directional rockets, allowing you to literally be released outside of a planet or moons atmosphere, and then you can direct yourselves onto the planet or moon. This ensures that this ship is not detected, and neither are you."

Many of the ODST's muttered and whispered to each other about this new combat style.
"Cut the chatter! That isn't the whole thing. You'll be landing in one of the moons craters, about half a kilometer from the large generator and armoury. There are 6 of you 6-man squads. Each squad has one heavy weapons expert, correct? They'll be carrying the goods - a bunch of C12 explosives. You need to plant these explosives on the core of the generator. When they detonate, it will in turn detonate the generator and the armoury. The other 5 of your per squad - you'll be helping to fight your way in. We'll pick you up with several Pelicans once you're done. Any questions? Good. Get your gear ready.".

The ODST's sprang to life, grabbing bags, guns, magazine cartridges, grenades, helmets and boots. The Rookie would be, once again, working with one of his former comrades - Dutch. Dutch was one of his closest friends, and a hell-of-a tough soldier too. He knew that they'd get the job done.
"Hey Rookie, good to be working with ya again." said Dtch, walking over and patting him on the shoulder. "I'll see you on the ground, son." The Rookie nodded, and Dutch turned and walked out the Bridge to the Drop Pods. The Rookie grabbed his old favourite weapon - the Silenced SMG - along with an Automag. He paced out The Bridge, ready for the drop.

Part 2 coming soon....

[Edited on 08.07.2009 7:03 AM PDT]

  • 08.07.2009 7:02 AM PDT

Posted by: ElementalRunner

Posted by: Commander Stroll
Still using a pump-action shotgun over 500 years in the future I see.

omg not realistic stop game production plz

Chapter 2 - The Rookie has landed....

The Rookie paced down the claustrophobic corridor that was the Drop Pod Launch Airlock. He stuck the SMG into the Drop Pods weapon holder, but kept the AutoMag in his left leg holster. The Rookie wasn't one for thinking things would always go fine and dandy. Better to be armed a little bit, he thought.

Captain Harron appeared on the Drop Pod's VIDCOM (VideoCommunications).
"Listen up Helljumpers. I want this to be a clean and strategic victory. Try not to get yourselves killed on that damned moon. Expect medium-heavy resistance. The Brutes want this place running. We don't. Let's see if the 36 of you can give these Brutes a whoop up the ass!"

Several ODST's cheered over the Comms channel.
"Be advised, ODST's. There may be some Elites droppin' in with you, so if you see a walking squid-head, don't be alarmed.". The ODST's laughed again.

"Very amusing, I'm sure." said a voice over the comms. It was Rtas Vadumee, the Elite Shipmaster. "Back to the actual mission, Captain. ". The Captain looked very embarrassed and humiliated over the VIDCOM.
"Well - um - yes, Shipmaster. Prepare to launch, ODST's!". There was a "Hoo-rah!" over the Comms.

The Rookie stayed silent. He continued to study the Drop Pods rocket controls, analysing them; learning them. Then, he heard the familiar standard Drop Pod launch voice in his Pod.
"Launching in 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. Dropping.

It was quite unlike a normal drop. Because he was in microgravity, he didn't feel the lurch of a normal drop into atmosphere. He almost floated around in his pod - and he would have been were it not for the straps. There was much talking over the Comms between ODST's amazed by the new feel. The UNSC Thermopylae then fired a guiding laser only visible to the Drop Pod scanning system, allowing all the ODST's to line their pods up nicely towards the moon's crater. Slowly the 36 ODST's in their pods moved themselves towards the moon's large crater. Suddenly, there was shouting over the Comms.

"God damnit and s**t! A Brute patrol cruiser moving in front of our trajectory - we're gunna hit the cruiser instead!" shouted an ODST. And he was right. The moon was now completely blocked out by the cruiser. If that cruiser wasn't moved in about 20 seconds, they'd be hitting right into it. Slowly, it moved.
15 seconds remaining. It moved out the way of about half the pods, meaning only 18 of the 36 would get there.
10 seconds remaining. Now, about 24 of the pods would make it.
5 seconds. About 28 of them would make it.
3...2....1....two small explosions erupted on the Brute cruiser. 34 ODST's left.

"My god....Captain Harron, this is Corporal Thompson. We lost two of our ODST's already, they hit a damned Brute cruiser. Peterson and Jones are KIA". The Captain sighed.
"Rodger, Thompson. Keep me posted."
"Aye sir."

The 34 remaining pods were now about to enter the artificial atmostphere the Brutes had created for the moon. 3...2....1....thump. They'd hit the blanket of air. Now it felt like old times, thought The Rookie. Out the Drop Pod's window, he could see the dull grey surface of the moon - similar to Luna, Earth's moon. Except for the fact that on this moon, a large purple and organic looking structure stood tall on the Northern section of its surface.

"20 seconds to hittin' land, boys. Hold tight." said an ODST - The Rookie recognised it as Dutch. The Rookie winked his Drop Pod's acknowledgement light.
"10 until we hit. Get ready Helljumpers, Hoorah!".
The Rookie's pod thumped into the Moon's surface with considerable force. The Rookie had felt worse back in New Mombassa though. The hatch opened up and he jumped out, grabbing the Silenced SMG and aiming around him in case. But only horror met him. His drop pod was the only one here. Then, he heard it. The whistling. He looked up. 33 drop pods, all dropping in.

The Rookie dived into his own Drop Pod for a little bit of cover. Better than nothing. He heard the bangs of Drop Pods hitting the ground. Then he was relieved to hear Dutch's voice over the Comm channel.
"Hehe, don't wet yourself Rookie. I think your Pod was just a little bit ahead. ODST's report in! Have we got any that have dug their own grave?"

"Sir, 5 of us have been killed on impact"" said a young Private, approaching him and The Rookie.
"Five? Jesus Christ....all right everyone, listen in. Our squads have been a bit messed up because of complications. There's only 28 of us left, 7 of us didn't even get into the action so keep your eyes peeled. Let's try and get out with 28. Assemble into teams of four. Heavy Weapons specialists, make sure you got some guys to cover your ass. Let's move in!"

The ODST's assembled some fireteams.
"Rookie, Private and Thompson, you're my squad. ODST's, make sure each fireteam enters the facility from a different entrance point. Let's move in!"

Part 3, coming later.

  • 08.07.2009 7:48 AM PDT

Posted by: ElementalRunner

Posted by: Commander Stroll
Still using a pump-action shotgun over 500 years in the future I see.

omg not realistic stop game production plz

Yes, I have ressurected this from a long time ago. But it's a good fanfic I wanted to continue.

Chapter 3 - Housewarming Present

The ODST Fireteams each went to an entrance of the Brute facility and entered simultaneously. The Rookie, the Private, Thompson and Dutch all formed up outside a large curved door.

"Are we ready Helljumpers?" Dutch growled.
"Yes sir!" replied Thompson.
"Yes sir!" replied Private.
The Rookie nodded, his acknowledgement as clear as ever. Dutch understood this nod as a definate "yes".
"Alright then. Let's move in.".

Dutch entered first, followed by The Rookie, then Private, then Thompson. They crept through the massive corridor, full of purple lights and organicly curved walls. Brute Spike Rifles and Brute Shots lined the walls, whilst the four of the ODST's narrowly avoided being seen by a towerin Brute in blue power armour.

"Private, take the Brute Shot. Might need some heavy firepower later on." Dutch whispered over his Personal Radio. The Private silently took the crude grenade launcher from the weapon holder and slung it on his back, whilst equipping his M7S SMG again.

The ODST's continued to creep further and further into the alien structure until they saw an enormous room, packed with approximately 30 Brutes in Power Armour, and all of them were guarding a fairly large purple machine - it had to be the generator.

"There is NO way we'll slip past all them, sir." said Thompson quietly.
"I know, Thompson," replied Dutch, "and that means blasting them out. Private, pass me that Brute Shot.....good. Prepare for a skirmish boys. There's only one way to blow that generator up, and that means ripping through these hairy rhino.". Dutch brought the Brute Shot to waist level, waited for the Brutes to move into a close proximity of each other...and fired three High Explosive Brute Spike rounds. The 8 Brutes in the group immediately took the explosive damage and their shields were knocked out. But strangely, their armour did not fall off like usual. Nevertheless, the ODST's opened fire - it was a long shot to try and take out all the Brutes, but they could try. Within seconds several Brutes were taken down, but 20 remained.
"Dutch, we're going to have to retreat! The resistance isn't breaking up!" shouted Private over the gunfire.
"Retreat, my ass! Keep at it, you coward!" replied Dutch with a harsh tone. The Private looked stunned and annoyed with the insult for a second; and then continued firing.

Suddenly gunfire broke out from another entrance to the room; more Helljumpers had reached the Generator room. Soon, the number of Brutes was dwindling - although two ODST's from the other fireteam had been lost. The Rookie still wished he knew where the other fireteams were. Despite this, he continued to fire into the remaining 8 Brutes. After several more minutes of intense battle, the last Brute fell. The two ODST fireteams quickly sprinted over to the generator in seconds. Dutch got to work planting a whole lot of C12 onto a hidden part of the generator, whilst the other ODST's made a semi circle around him to cover him. Dutch finished off arming the C12 and linked them to a remote detonator, when suddenly Brutes poured in from every door. There must've been 100 at least. The Rookie brought his Silenced SMG to aim at them, but Dutch, realising the numerical disadvantage, pushed The Rookie's weapon down, whilst slipping the remote detonator into his back pocket.

"Put the weapon on the floor Rookie. We aint got a chance." said Dutch, and The Rookie put his weapon on the floor slowly. The Brutes surrounded the ODST's, and a massive Chieftain walked up to Dutch. Dutch stared into the 9ft creature's eyes, and it stared back. Then the Chieftain, enraged by Dutch's courage, punched Dutch in the chest, causing him to gasp and fall to the floor coughing heavily. The Rookie couldn't stand it, and smacked his fist as hard as possible into the Chieftain's head. The Brutes raised their weapons angrily. The Chieftain's head swung back, but just as quickly brought it back.

"Arrrhgh! Pitiful Humans! Your strength is nothing...." the Chieftain said, picking up The Rookie by his neck, "Take these filthy creatures to the dungeon, NOW!". On command, the Brutes ran to drag the ODST's to the dungeon...

Part 4 coming soon...

  • 10.05.2009 12:42 PM PDT

Posted by: ElementalRunner

Posted by: Commander Stroll
Still using a pump-action shotgun over 500 years in the future I see.

omg not realistic stop game production plz

Part 4 - Unparalleled Gods of War

The Rookie was thrown into a wall by the viceous, blue-armoured Brute that had been dragging him to this dungeon for the last 5 minutes. His back ached from drag burns and even moreso now because of hitting the wall. Next to him, Dutch too was thrown into the wall, blood trickling from his helmet. The Private, Thompson and the other 2 ODST's from the second Fireteam also were pushed onto the floor of the dungeon. The place stank of rotting meat and the sound of Elites screaming came from other cells of the dungeon. After a few seconds, the Chieftain walked in and paced in front of the Helljumpers.

"What is your purpose at this facility, scum? You think you can take out our generator with firearms, you fools?!" shouted the Chieftain. Dutch whispered a crude insult about Brutes, but the Chieftain had heard. He slammed a fist into Dutch's helmet again, and Dutch was knocked out, with more blood oozing from the helmet's now smashed visor. The Rookie squirmed, wishing to help Dutch. The Private, however, screamed out.

"You b**tards! You fat, dumb freaks!!" screamed The Private, clearly going slightly insane. He spat at the Brutes in the dungeon and squirmed to escape the chains around his hands. But the Chieftain merely laughed, and swung his Gravity Hammer's blade into the Privates helmet, spurting blood all over the dungeon. The Private's limp body collapsed onto the floor. The Rookie averted his eyes to something else; Thompson threw up inside his own helmet.

"You see, humans! WEAK! You are weak! You break as easily as a Thornbeast's back!" shouted the Chieftain with joy and anger. The Rookie did not know about Thornbeasts, but guessed they were smaller than Brutes by far.
"And what about you?" screamed the Chieftain at The Rookie, "Why do you not speak, nor make any emotions?! You think yourself stronger, you worthless welp?!". The Chieftain put his gigantic hand around The Rookie's neck. The Rookie began to sweat as the grip tightened, and his hands were boun; there was nothing he could do...

Faintly, he heard a thump outside the door. The Chieftain heard it too. So did the 8 Brute guards in the Dungeon room. They all turned to the door, and The Rookie gasped for air as the Chieftain released his grip and ordered a guard to investigate the noise. The Brute Guard walked up to the door, inserted the key, twisted it, opened the door...and things happened so fast that The Rookie could barely keep track.

The first thing that happened was that this Brute was kicked into a wall, and literally flew through the air into the wall, killing the Brute instantly. Rookie watched as he saw the most magnificent, talented warriors ever. These soldiers burst through the door, Rifles blazing, their bullets ripping through the Brute shields and armour. The Rookie simply watched in awe as the green-armoured, 7 foot warriors threw Brutes across the room, punched right through the Brutes with ease, overpowered the beasts like the Brutes were made of paper. The Rookie recognised these soldiers, these Gods of War, these legends.

These were Spartans.

Part 5 coming soon....

  • 10.05.2009 1:12 PM PDT

It could do with a bit of work; and having a mute character as the protagonist in a story is never a good idea.

But glad to see you're still writing.

  • 10.05.2009 1:14 PM PDT

Posted by: ElementalRunner

Posted by: Commander Stroll
Still using a pump-action shotgun over 500 years in the future I see.

omg not realistic stop game production plz

Posted by: Wolverfrog
It could do with a bit of work; and having a mute character as the protagonist in a story is never a good idea.

But glad to see you're still writing.


Well thanks for the tip anyway. Later on, I dont know if I want to center the Spartans as the new main characters, but I'll make my mind up as I write.

  • 10.05.2009 1:24 PM PDT

It's not Hip-Hop, its Electro.... prick.

Posted by: Wolverfrog
Posted by: CoolCJ24
Posted by: Wolverfrog
Okay then, now write the first part, and delve into the mysterious, wondrous world of fan fiction.


Aye Cap'n. Droppin' into the world of fan-fics. I would have written up the first part immediately but I went for lunch.


Lunch? That must mean you're a fellow Brit/European.


Me no understand what you say, me amerikan

But anyway, good intro. I am sorta hooked but I am a little worried that your story will become hard to write, using characters that already have been seen and heard (Except the rookie) may make it hard for you to express your creativity through the characters. I usually start from scratch, a new character with a new personality and a new mission. That is what makes fanfics fun to write and read.

  • 10.05.2009 3:30 PM PDT