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Subject: [Story] Hybrid (Part Five up!)

But since I am human, I am good and bad as well. But I try my hardest to stay good. And some of the things I do and say may be bad. Or just not too good, but I do try.

So with that said I dont fault you. I mean your only human, good or bad. But I also dont respect you, and I dont care if thats good or bad haha.

-blam!- if you understand me.
I love being misunderstood.

Part 6 FTW!

  • 09.11.2009 7:14 PM PDT
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Posted by: Wolverfrog
This is pretty good, and very mysterious. I eagerly await more.

By the way Teamkill, I think advertising is against the forum rules. Otherwise I'd do it.


Well, asking other gallery forum artists to check out your story is acceptable...among gallery forum artists. After you give the person an in depth comment on their works of course. Gallery forum edicate :)



[Edited on 09.11.2009 8:10 PM PDT]

  • 09.11.2009 8:09 PM PDT

The Hybrid a FanFic by Tehface

"Look for the signs, the keepers of the flame. They will lead you to war, and perhaps, to victory."

Part Six- War Heroes

"Gross!"
A Corporal shouted, mistaking the statement.
Some Marines cracked up, even the Sergeant Major flashed a brief smile.
The Elites looked confused, and slightly annoyed.

"Get it Arbiter? Touching?" The Corporal spoke to the largest Elite, poking it's arm.

The Arbiter ignored the soldier, staring at Mark.
Mark's breaths came in ragged gasps, teleportation was painful, especially if your own body provided the energy.

"Human. Are you alright? What happened?" the alien asked Mark.

"I'm fine. I...I" Mark managed to start, but the Sergeant Major cut it.

"At another place," he ordered, then he turned to the other humans and Elites, "You never saw him? Am I clear?"

The Marines all snapped a salute, but the Elites first turned to the Arbiter, who nodded, as did they.

"All right. Vince, Arbiter, come with me, bring Etch-A-Sketch," the Major said, then turned to another Sergeant, "You're in charge of this Recon now."

The Corporal, Vince, and the Arbiter each grabbed one of Mark's arms, and followed the
Sergeant Major to a transport Warthog parked nearby.

Securing Mark into the back, the two proceded to sit next to him. The Major positioned himself in the drivers seat, and started to drive.

"Where are we going Raymond?" the Arbiter asked.

"Back to the ship," the Sergeant Major, Raymond, said, "where I imagine the ONI spooks will want to interview the poor bastard."

"It seems he's the by-product of a Forerunner experiment, a biological one, at that." said the Arbiter.

"So they messed with his body?" Vince sputtered.

Raymond looked back at Vince, then jerked his head to Mark. "Ask him."

Mark thought for a second, then looked at Vince sadly.
When he truly thought about it, he didn't know.

It was silent for awhile, the foliage of the area passing by in a blur.
Then, they drove into a clearing and came to a stop.

"This is where the Pelican will pick us up." Raymond stated, getting out of the Warthog and stretching.

"Your not going to bolt on us right?" Vince asked Mark, who shook his head. Then Vince released Mark's restraints.
Mark hopped out, straining his sore muscles. Vince opened a storage container, and pulled out some old marine armor.

"Here man, put this on, it's kinda old but should work for now." Vince said, giving Mark the gear.

While he equipped the armor, Mark noticed he was only wearing cloth-like shorts. The armor had belonged to a very slender Marine, it was a tight fit.

A voice blared out of Raymonds walkie-talkie, " This is Groundreaper, ETA 3 Minutes, over. "

"Alright...uh..." Raymond said, looking at Mark.

"It's Mark," he said.

"Ah yes, Mark. When we get to the ship, we're all going to go directly to the Captains quarters. Do not make contact with anyone on the ship unless I tell you to do so. You hear?" the Major looked over Mark, daring him to say otherwise.

"Yes, sir ." Mark replied bitterly. Already he didn't like Raymond.
Sometimes power gets to peoples' heads.

Mark froze.
He heard something, a familiar noise, the sound of anti-gravity boosters, and lots of them.

"Guys?" He asked, and saw they heard them too.

The Arbiter grabbed his carbine and held it at the ready.
Vince threw Mark a SMG, supressed.
Raymond was looking at the sky, his Assault Rifle up.
Five Banshees zoomed over the trees.

"Get Down!" Vince screamed.

In sync, they hit the dirt.

**********************************

"This is the UNSC Carrier 'Bundle of Joy' in response to your distress call, does anyone read?"

No reply was heard, but a beacon showed where the call was made.

The ship descended towards the Ark, and the Gravemind prepared.

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Once again, pure eccelence!!! I must say you are the master of cliffhangers :D

PS. Part 6 of Wildfire is out if you want to read it.

  • 09.13.2009 11:28 PM PDT

Posted by: Prawn of theDead
I must say you are the master of cliffhangers :D


Darn it Teamkill, that's MY job!

:P

This is getting rather good.

  • 09.14.2009 8:57 AM PDT

The Hybrid a FanFic by Tehface

"Look for the signs, the keepers of the flame. They will lead you to war, and perhaps, to victory."

Mmm, okay here's part Seven. Hope you enjoy reading it! I had fun writing this part! As always, leave feedback.

Part Seven- The Show

Will Rogers was the Sergeant leading the "rescue Op".
He was also the first to die.

By the time the Captain had gotten word of Alpha Squad's disappearance, it was too late.

"...And even now, as I speak, the monsters have boarded the ship, and it's only a matter of time before I fall prey. I bid you well." Captain Isaac finished his audio warning and sent it off.

A tiny probe launched from the infested ship, activated Slipspace, and was gone.

Isaac sighed, and sipped his coffee. There was a bang at his office's titanium doors.
A feral roar.

The Captain unholstered his golden M6C Magnum, given to him for his honorable service.
If he was going down, he was taking as many as these bastards with him.

The door was being pried open very slowy, and a corpse like arm stuck at an ungodly angle clawed its way into the room.

And all at once, the doors flung open, revealing his men, or at least they were .
Isaac solemnly fired shots into each one of the creatures as they came.
James, Gerald, Will, Lily.
His crew was dying at his hand.
No, he thought, they're already dead. But it did little to comfort him.

With one round left, and them pressing in, he pressed the gun to his forehead, tears streaming down his aged face.

Before the deed was done, however, he was knocked to the ground.
An Infection Form pierced his spine.

"Nay!" said a timeless voice, "I have a bigger plan for you."

***************************

Green plasma sizzled the dirt around Mark.
Combat instincts kicking in, he propped up and fired a burst into the nearest Banshee.

Luck perhaps, but the shots injured it's occupant and it smashed the ground and exploded.

"Nice shot dude!" Vince yelled as he strafed a volley from another Banshee.
The Arbiter had jumped onto a third one, and was attempting to beat the Brute to death.

Sergeant Major Raymond was having a real blast.
Rolling to dodge a powerful blast from yet another enemy vehicle, he revealed his prime jewel.
The words SPKR strectched across the rocket launcher resting on his shoulder.
Firing a Rocket towards one Banshee, it swerved to dodge the projectile, ramming its companion in the process.

The stall that proceded the collision, gave the Major enough time to launch a second missile directly into the two Banshees, resulting in a colorful explosion.

The Arbiter, apparently succeeding in his hijacking, was chasing the remaining Banshee, that was flying low across the ground.

To Mark's suprise, Vince jumped directly infront of the Brute's path.

"Hey ugly! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?!" he taunted.
Mark braced for the inevitable splat of Banshee hitting man.

"Oh yeah!" Vince yelled. "I killed her!"

Right before the Banshee hit the reckless soldier, Vince performed a miracle.
He dodged and grabbed the side just in time, and stuck the driver, with a plasma grenade!

Using the vehicle as a springboard he jumped away, and let the insuing explosion carry him to safety.

The Arbiter was impressed, clapping at the Marine's spectacle.
Raymond was on the ground holding his sides, laughing.

The roar of a Pelican was heard, and it came swooping down to the clearing.

"This is Groundreaper here for extraction. What a show!"

The group climbed into the back of the craft, the Major stiffling his giggles.

Mark was too stunned to speak.

  • 09.14.2009 5:31 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Hybrid (Part Seven up!)

-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

lol!! funnny as hell!! this is great keep it up!! :)

[Edited on 09.15.2009 11:42 PM PDT]

  • 09.14.2009 11:46 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Hybrid (Part Five up!)

The Hybrid a FanFic by Tehface

"Look for the signs, the keepers of the flame. They will lead you to war, and perhaps, to victory."

Thanks! Hope you keep reading!
I'll probably have Part 8 up in a day or so.

By the way, I edited the Original Post to feature links to each page.
Gotta thank Wolverfrog for showing me the block quote space thing. *facepalm*

  • 09.15.2009 3:31 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Hybrid (Part Eight up!)

The Hybrid a FanFic by Tehface

"Look for the signs, the keepers of the flame. They will lead you to war, and perhaps, to victory."

Here's Part Eight everyone! Not so action-y but still got your filler information.

Part Eight- Say What?

He remembered it like yesterday.

"For your courageous actions during the Battle of Reach, we hereby present you The Medal of Honor. Wear it with pride, Lieutenant." The old Admiral pinned it to his chest, and the Naval Officer positively glowed with joy.

He smiled, and started to recall the event.
When suddenly, the memory was ripped away.

Alert now, he noticed a presence in his mind.
An alien presence.

And to his absolute horror, all his memories began playing in his head like a scrapbook, and were promptly destroyed.

A beautiful woman, the two walking hand in hand on the beach.

On his knee, a ring in one hand, amidst a colorful sunset.

A small baby boy, rocking in his crib.


All gone.
He tried to scream but couldn't, slowly losing every part of his mind.



His uncles' funeral, comforting his widowed aunt.

The Naval Academy, graduation day.



The thing stole every scrap of information from his being.
He didn't try to stop it.

His mind empty, a new one replaced it.

Speaking slowly, the victor began to gloat,
"Two minds are better than one.

Then Trevor Isaac was no more.

************************************
Marks arrival on the ship was different then he expected, no ONI spooks awaited him in the Captain's quarters, and Arbiter had returned to his own ship.

Captain Anna York, of the UNSC Destroyer 'No Regret' sat at her desk, studying the marines that walked through the door.
Snapping a salute, Mark and the others sat down.

She looked directly at Mark, and began to speak.
"So...Mark? Tell us your story."

Mark was taken aback for a moment, no threats, no scary government agents, just a striking young Captain wanting to know what happened to him.

Just the fact that he wasn't interrogated eased Mark's mind, even though he was probably being recorded, he felt he could talk freely.

So share he did. Mark explained what happened to him from as far back he could recollect, starting with the procedure back at the facility on the Ark. Mark told about waking up, and then him waking Bias up. He recollected the meeting with the Gravemind, and how he ended up on this planet.

And all while he told his tale, York never broke eye contact, only stopping between parts to write some things down.

After Mark stopped, she paused and addressed all of them there.

"I have a job for you men. You're going back down there."

"What do you mean we're going back down there?" the earlier cheerful Raymond was now angry and confused.

"That's right Sergeant Major" Captain York said, her voice calm.

The group of four were crammed into the rather small Captain's quarters.

Raymond was getting frustrated, "But why? And why are we bringing him? " He asked, pointing to Mark.

So the Sergeant has a short fuse, Mark thought.

"Watch your tone Major, " York warned, her voice deadly cool, " And if you must know, our scouts report a Loyalist base guarding some sort of Forerunner structure east of Casbah."

"Forerunner structure on Tribute?" Vince asked.

"They must have excavated it from the planet." Mark pondered.

"That's right Mark. Your mission is to take out that base, and find that structure."

Raymond had regained his composure.

"Ma'am, so why are we taking it? " he queried, eying Mark.

"Raymond, his name is Mark. And if what he told us is true, then he is the only one who can interact with whatever the hell is down there." she told him, making eye contact.
She continued, "And besides, records show he is a marine. At least he knows how to shoot."

"Yes, ma'am." Raymond saluted, mind in thought.

York studied their faces, "Alright then. Command Room in ten for briefing, be ready to leave."

Raymond left quickly, creating a small breeze.

Vince started to leave, Mark in tow, when York spoke again.

"Oh and Vince? Have Mr. Prott here fitted for some armor."

Vince thought, then responded, "Means of entry for the mission?"

The young Captain smiled, her eyes shining.

"Feet first Trooper."


[Edited on 09.19.2009 10:15 AM PDT]

  • 09.17.2009 8:32 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Hybrid (Part Five up!)

Awesome!

  • 09.17.2009 9:42 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

nice!!!

  • 09.17.2009 11:51 PM PDT

The Hybrid a FanFic by Tehface

"Look for the signs, the keepers of the flame. They will lead you to war, and perhaps, to victory."

Glad you guys liked it!
I went back and edited the beginning of Part Eight, I feel better about it now.

  • 09.19.2009 10:13 AM PDT
Subject: Halo: The Hybrid [ Part Seventeen is out!]

The Hybrid a FanFic by Tehface

"Look for the signs, the keepers of the flame. They will lead you to war, and perhaps, to victory."

Hey peeps! Long time no see. Anyways, I'm going to try to get back into the swing of writing, hope you enjoy!

Part Nine- No Thanks


Mark heard the Corporal's breath catch and saw him stand up straighter. Vince looked at the Captain, Mark sensing his fear, though he didn't show it.

"But I don't have the clearance to-" he began.

"You've just been approved." the Captain replied calmly.

Vince started again, "Captain, I'm not even trained for the pods, I couldn't possibly-"

"Corporal, the standard marine armor you would wear would not provide adequate protection for this mission, and on top of that, our birds are too busy down in Casbah to take you down. So you will do as I say and you will drop.
Do you understand?"

York stared at Vince and he quickly nodded, then proceeded to lead Mark out of the office.

As they walked in silence down the ship's corridors, Mark looked at Vince and was about to ask when Vince spoke.

"I remember when I first signed up, and they asked for volunteers to...drop into hell. Like most younger recruits, I was all for it. Kickin' ass and takin' names, you know?"
He grinned after saying the last part.

An ODST walked past the two, and Mark nodded to him.
Once he was out of earshot, Vince continued.

"And as I was about to say yes, I met Raymond. You see, his father and his brother were both ODSTs."
He shook his head, as if the idea shocked him.
"During the Third Battle of Harvest his dad dropped down to the planet. It was crazy! Dropped 'em right down into a Covenant position. The poor man barely made it out of the pod until, well."

Vince stopped and frowned, signaling the end of the man.
He sighed, then remembered the story remained unfinished.

"After that, his brother joined as well. The whole revenge deal. A father for a father, eh?"

Mark looked at Vince, "So what happened to him?"

The Corporal winced, not making eye contact, as he reluctantly spoke.

"Pod malfunctions aren't the most heroic ways to die."

Mark thought about his family. Most of the details about his past life still remained foggy to him, the farthest back he could remember clearly was the mission on the Ark. Mark exhaled slowly, he would have to ask someone to tell him after the mission, when he came back. If he came back.

It was silent for awhile, Vince leading them through the ship till they came to a door marked, "Armory"

They heard voices coming from inside, gradually getting louder.
As the door opened, they stepped in, and saw Raymond throw an ODST helmet across the room.

"Let me make this a little bit clearer for ya Master Guns!" Raymond yelled to the younger Gunnery Sergeant.

"I can not and will not, put this on!" then his voice began to grow louder, "And I can not-" he paused, "And will not climb into a God forsaken metal box and hurl straight towards the ground!"

The Sergeant Major stormed out of the room, brushing against Mark's shoulder.

"Get back here! That's an order!" the Master Guns bellowed in response.

Just faintly Raymond could be heard screaming, "I outrank you dumbass!"

Vince walked over to the thrown helmet, picking it up and inspecting it.

The armorer sighed and walked over to Mark.

"I take it you want your armor?" he asked.

"Yes please." Mark replied, as the Gunnery lead him to a rack of said item.

"Find the one that fits and then come over to me."

Mark did so and, in his new Helljumper get up, he found the Master Guns holding a helmet out to him.

Mark examined it, sleek and the best gear the UNSC had, for a non-Spartan anyways.

He found "Etch-A-Sketch" printed on the back of his helmet in light green. He laughed.

Vince, clad in full ODST armor, walked over, and laughed as well.

They both grabbed their weapons and, helmets at the side, they walked down towards the pod bay.

[Edited on 06.24.2010 4:28 PM PDT]

  • 09.29.2009 3:10 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Hybrid (Part Five up!)

Posted by: Dropship dude
No, acnboy. Spartain Ken 15 is a lesser being. Much like the bacteria that lives in your shi­t.
Posted by: mike120593
My shi­t bacteria takes offense to that comparison.

Don't make me lel. You won't like me when I lel.

Feet first into Hell!

I just read this from start to finish, very nice! Although that addyet another fanfic to my increasingly long list that I read.

  • 10.01.2009 4:00 PM PDT
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Hilarious, emotional, and overall awesome. Keep writing like this youul be getting a HUGE fan base.

  • 10.03.2009 2:55 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Hybrid (Part Nine up!)

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

Very nice!

  • 10.03.2009 3:14 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Hybrid (Part Five up!)

The Hybrid a FanFic by Tehface

"Look for the signs, the keepers of the flame. They will lead you to war, and perhaps, to victory."

Here's Part Ten everyone! I really liked writing this part, hope you guys like it!


Part Ten- Green and Very Mean

Captain Jerome of the UNSC 'Sweet Sorrow' , was on his supply routes between the Human and Sangheili colonies, when he noticed something odd.

Another cruiser, some 'Bundle of Joy' , could been seen straying out in space.

Odd, the Captain thought, We're the only ship with this route.

His Navigations Lieutenant spoke his thoughts, "Well that's odd" she said, "Should I establish contact Captain?"

Jerome replied with a curt nod. "Aye, Lieutenant."

She hailed the ship and spoke again, "It's just an audio link."

Captain Jerome cleared his throat.

"Captain...Isaac is it? Yes, I happened to notice you're uh...Out of your designated area."

He waited, then an older male voice replied rather calmly.

"My apologizes Captain, our ship has had some minor... complications. Our navigation systems are down, could you perhaps gives us the coordinates of the nearest shipyard?"

Jerome couldn't speak for a moment, such a simple explanation!

He regained his composure, glad for the lack of a video feed.
"Why...yes we can. But wouldn't you rather have one of our engineers come take a look at the problem?"

It was quiet for a second, then the other side spoke.

"No that will not be neccesary." 'Captain Isaac said rather hastily.

"So be it. Lieutenant, give him the coordinates."

Jerome walked towards his quarters and sighed, he at least tried to help them, and what self respecting Captain didn't have an emergency handbook with coordinates in it?

There's something not right about this, he thought, and there wasn't. Not by a long shot.
The Captain scribbled some notes down in his log and fell asleep on his cot.

"Thank you ever so much for your help." Isaac's voice spoke to the Lieutenant.

She blushed then responded, "It was no problem, have a pleasant trip Captain."

"Oh believe me, It will be interesting. "
*******


"Listen up you worms!" the ODST Commander in charge of the drop addressed the room full of eager marines.

Everyone stood at attention.

"The Covenant at this Base are guarding a Forerunner Structure. You're droppin' in squads, positioned at key choke points that'll help this operation go a lot damn faster." the Commander looked around at the troopers.

He activated a holographic representation of the Loyalist Base.

"Squads of Five. Five Squads inside the base, eight squads outside. The inside groups will disarm the energy shields, let the outside group in. Outside group will come on in when the shields are down, and kick the rest of the Covenant off of Casbah." the ODST grinned.

"But sir, if there's an energy shield, how will the inside group...get inside?" Mark questioned, seeing the flaw.

"Very attentive marine. Yes, well the Navy Eggheads ever so kindly decided to update our pods with small burst EMPs. They'll be enough to get your pod into the base."

The commander surveyed the troopers, putting on his helmet, then grabbing his shotgun he said,
"Drop. Land. Kick Ass. Ya hear?"

The soldiers burst into cheers and scrambled to grab their gear while they rushed towards their pods.

Mark's pod was next to Vince's. They were in the same squad too. An inside squad.

"Well Mark, you ready?" Vince asked, sighing.

"Not really. I'm afraid of heights." Mark replied, smirking.

"Ha. Your funny." Vince retorted, rolling his eyes.

They both climbed into their respective pods, and both gasped as their HEVs clamped shut.

The Commander's face appeared in one of the video screens.
And in the other another ODST.

"Listen up troopers. Covenant's all up in our grill. Let's scrape 'em off."

Vince's voice blared through Mark's helmet, "That was so lame it was painful." Mark laughed.

"Right Commander, you do that..." said the unidentified ODST on the other video screen. When he spoke, Mark heard Vince mutter, "Is that who I think it is?"

"Alright Troopers, we're green and very, very mean!" said the unknown marine.

"Buck!" Vince yelled.

The ODST, Buck, jerked up at the sound of his name.

"Vince?" 'Buck' queried.

Mark cried out as the ground beneath them vanished.





  • 10.06.2009 6:24 PM PDT
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Great story so far. I just read all of it to date. I can't wait for the next installment. Keep up the good work.

  • 10.07.2009 12:45 AM PDT

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No, acnboy. Spartain Ken 15 is a lesser being. Much like the bacteria that lives in your shi­t.
Posted by: mike120593
My shi­t bacteria takes offense to that comparison.

Don't make me lel. You won't like me when I lel.

Awesome. Troopers, we are green and we are very, very mean!

  • 10.07.2009 3:47 AM PDT

The Hybrid a FanFic by Tehface

"Look for the signs, the keepers of the flame. They will lead you to war, and perhaps, to victory."

Here's Part Eleven! Not too much action, yet. Trying to set all of that up right. Thanks for reading!

Part Eleven- Boots on the Ground

All at once, 25 Human Entry Vehicles were ejected from the UNSC 'No Regrets' , their sights set on the giant purple bubble radiating around the Loyalist Base. Mark's stomach was doing back-flips and he fought the urge to vomit.

He was vaguely aware of the landscape around him, after all, looking down doesn't exactly stifle the vertigo. Only when a bolt of green plasma sizzled past his vision did Mark decide to pay attention to his surroundings.

"Hot damn! They've got turrets!" the commander shouted, surprised.

"They're not very good shots." Vince added dryly to Mark, plasma missing the pods by a fair margin.

"Wave Two droppin' in!" a marine announced, as the remaining HEV's detached from the ship.

The shield was approaching steadily, and a cold fear gripped at Mark.

"Alright 'insides'!" Commander Barnes said, addressing the Inside Squads, "when we hit the dirt, regroup with your team, and proceed with the objective."

Mark realized he could view his squad's information via his helmet. He quickly accessed the database, seeing his name with four others. Next to Vince's name was one 'Edward Buck', the squad leader.

Buck? Mark thought, the Buck that Vince was talking to? How did they know each other? Mark's concentration was broken by Barnes command, "Troopers activate your EMPs. Now!"

A yellow button to the side of Mark's pod lit up. Wasting no time, Mark proceeded to punch it. In a flash, the pod's electronics shut down, leaving the COMM channel as Mark's last resource.

The maneuver was effective though, as Mark's pod slid harmlessly through the energy shield, and powered back on.

A frightened, frantic voice cut through the silence, "My EMP, it's not working! What do I do? What do I-"

An explosion was heard, shrapnel cutting through the air.
Everyone was quiet.

"Oh my God..." Vince whispered through the COMM.

An ODST's worst nightmare. The worst way to die.

An alert flashed across his HUD:

Squad Member: Tim Wells, Private First Class
Vitals Lost! Status: KIA


Mark frowned, the marine, Tim, dead before he hit the ground. Being an ODST was a risky job indeed. The Private had been on his squad too!

The base could be seen clearly now, and Mark wished it couldn't. Covenant troops were swarming out of barracks, now aware of the Helljumpers sent to assimilate them. Some of the more daring Covenant took the initiative and fired shots at the pods descending on their position.

All as one, the remaining twenty-four drop-pods sank into the ground of the base, their doors exploding outwards.

"Troopers! Let's send these bastards back to Hell!" Barnes screamed.

Guns blazing, Mark barreled into the chaos of an open firefight.

******************

The 'Bundle of Joy' docked itself in a Refit Station, in the atmosphere of Chi Ceti. The station, a state of the art facility called 'Quick Thunder' , had been built to replace other stations lost during the Human-Covenant War.

After the events of Installation 00, it was highly unlikely there would be any severe threat to any new station.

That being said, it was totally unprepared.

The crew quickly fell to the onslaught of the infection.
Other ships, down for repairs on the station, were unaware of any hostile occurrence. Until the Flood spread to them as well.

They were organized, they had a leader.

And now, they had an army.

  • 10.11.2009 6:32 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Hybrid (Part Nine up!)
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Damn! Nice stuff bro. I haven't completely caught up yet, but im close. I love it dude, i really do. The comedy, the emotion, the suspense. It's all great :D

  • 10.12.2009 8:51 PM PDT

Posted by: Dropship dude
No, acnboy. Spartain Ken 15 is a lesser being. Much like the bacteria that lives in your shi­t.
Posted by: mike120593
My shi­t bacteria takes offense to that comparison.

Don't make me lel. You won't like me when I lel.

Woohoo! Epic battle scene to come!

Loving it!

  • 10.13.2009 12:23 AM PDT

The Hybrid a FanFic by Tehface

"Look for the signs, the keepers of the flame. They will lead you to war, and perhaps, to victory."

Thanks everyone! I'm taking the time to actually plan the plot out and build on it, which I hope will improve my writing. Next Part probably will be out this weekend. Kind of busy.

Thanks for reading!

  • 10.14.2009 4:44 PM PDT
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Just caught up completely. EEEEEEEEPPPPPPPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIC! I dont have anything else to say.

  • 10.14.2009 7:20 PM PDT

The Hybrid a FanFic by Tehface

"Look for the signs, the keepers of the flame. They will lead you to war, and perhaps, to victory."

Haha. Thanks man! Your story is coming along nicely too!
Anyways, gonna hit the hay. Expect the next part in a day or two.

  • 10.17.2009 9:52 PM PDT

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