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Subject: [Stpry] Halo: New Mombasa {part two available)

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

This is basically Halo 3: ODST written into novel format, with twists. The Rookie actually will talk, will have a name, and a face, along with some originality. If you have not played ODST, or have no desire to have the game spoiled for you, turn away form this thread now.

Other than that, read and enjoy.


Chapter One - The Drop

"Navy sure put up a good fight," Micheal Crespo, or "Mickey" commented.

Taylor Miles "Dutch" looked up at him. "'Course they did... it's Earth."

"Better late than never." Kojo Agu said with a smirk, pointing at the display table on the debriefing room. It portrayed a three-deminsional image of the popular African city, New Mombasa, a Covenant Carrier lingering over it.

"How bout you show some respect, Romeo," Dutch growled, calling Kojo by his nick name, and slamming his helmet onto the table.

"Just saying, Dutch... they missed one." Romeo said, a little taken aback.

"No," Dutch corrected. "They left it for us."

A moment later, the sirens in the room came on as Gunnery Sergeant Edward Buck entered the room, escorting a blonde female, suited up for battle.

"You know the music, time to dance." Buck said, reffering to the sirens the ODSTs had heard so many times before.

"Hello, Beautiful..." Romeo breathed, as he looked at the woman. Buck turned to her in surprise, then back to Romeo.

"Pods. Now." he ordered, pointing a finger. Romeo shrugged, scooped up his helmet off the floor, then lead the way to the armory as his fellow ODSTs followed.

"Replacements?" the woman asked Buck, stopping the Gunnery Sergeant as he ascended up the stairs.

"This many years into the war? Who isn't." he replied without turning to her.

"Atleast they listen."

"To me. And they aren't going to like what they hear," he said, nearing the female soldier.

"Orders are orders." she stammered.

"C'mon, Veronica. What can be more important than that carrier?" Buck asked, getting near her.

"My orders." she said, laying a finger on his chest. "And Buck, call me Captain. I'll pass on that dance," she said, "but you can show me where to sit."

Buck lingered for a moment as Veronica pssed him, then followed.

"What the hell kind of armor was she wearing?" Mickey asked, reffering to the woman's strange armor, as he pulled beside Romeo.

"I 'dunno, Mickey. I wasn't looking at her gear." he said, punching Mickey playfully on the arm with a smile. He noticed Dutch had grabbed an M7 from the armory, and protested. "Pfft. Seriously?" he asked.

"Well, we're ganna be close quarters." Dutch stated.

Romeo went to the weapons shelf, then retrieved a shotgun, then held it out to Dutch. "Exactly."

Dutch shoved the weapon away, then turned his attention to Buck and the woman. "Second to last. Right next to mine." he told Veronica.

"Cozy." Romeo said with a grin. Buck heard the remark, then walked towards Kojo. "Ganna tell us her name, Gunny?"

"Miss Naval Intelligience. Our new boss,"

"Oh boy..." Romeo trailed off at the mention to a spook.

"So check your mouths, find your chairs, and get set for a combat drop." he said fiercly, yanking the shotgun loose from Romeo's grasp, then thrusting an SRS sniper rifle into it.

Once Buck was out of earshot, Romeo turned to his squad as they began to head to their pods. "Great, what the hell am I supposed to do with this inside a Covenant ship?"

No one answered; they had grown used to Romeo's smart-ass behavior. The Lance corporal decided to have a little fun once he spotted the Rookie ODST napping near his pod. Romeo went to the Rookie, smiling towards Dutch who rolled his eyes, and shook his head. A moment later, the end of Romeo's rifle colided with the Rookie's helmet.

"Wake up, Buttercup," Romeo said with a smile. The Rookie glared at Kojo as Dutch pushed him aside.

"Relax, Rookie. He don't mean a thing. Besides, now's one of those times..." Dutch trailed off, offering the Rookie an M7 SMG. "It pays to be the strong silent type." he finished.

The Rookie nodded. "Thanks." he said, placing the weapon in its compartment in his pod. Dutch nodded, then walked towards his own HEV titanium box. Soon, once everyone was seated, the doors to the pod chamber closed, preventing vacuum from getting into the UNSC battleship.

"Latest intel reports troops are massing beneath the carrier," the woman said, now wearing her helmet, as her face appeared on screen. The top on the helmet said "DARE" across the top. "We're not ganna find out way up here."

"Troopers, we are green, and very, very mean!" Buck yelled as the pods descended into space. Destroyed UNSC ships could now be seen, ripped to pieces by the Covenant.

"I take that back. Navy got it's butt kicked." Romeo said, as he observed the carnage.

"Hey, Romeo? Remember when I told you to shut your mouth?"

"Yeah?"

"Consider that a standing order." then adding, "Captain, this high is as close as we're 'ganna get."

"Adjust trojectory on my mark." Dare said.

"What did she just say?" Dutch exclaimed.

"Mark!" the female yelled. The ODSTs knew an order when they were given one, especially from a spook, and adjusted anyways.

"We're way off course!" Mickey observed.

"We're heading exactly where I need to go." Dare assured the Helljumper.

"But we're going to miss the carrier..."

"Radiation!" Dutch said, as his giger counter clicked. The Covenant carrier could now be seen as they neared the city.

"The Covenant just set off a nuke!?" Mickey yelled, as he watched the area below the carrier seem to explode into a large, purplish esplosion.

"No. The carrier is going to jump! It's a slip space rupture, we need to--!"

An ODST drop pod hit the Rookies as the esplosion envleoped the pods in a bluish light, causing his HEV to go spinning. He grabbed ahold of the fingerholds, as his pod went out of control.

"EMP! Losing power... standby! We're going in hard!" Buck yelled.

Those were the last words the Rookie heard before his pod slammed into a building, and he was thrown into a cold embrace of uncounsciousness.

[Edited on 09.26.2009 6:52 AM PDT]

  • 09.25.2009 10:39 PM PDT
Subject: [Stpry] Halo: New Mombasa {Part one available)

By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe.

Ah, I too decided to write this as I didn't get my ODST copy until a day after the game was released.

It's very good, much better than most of your other stuff as you have some good material to bond with here. Keep it up.

Hope you don't mind if I put mine up?

  • 09.26.2009 12:54 AM PDT

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

By all means, go ahead. I don't own ODST, Bungie does.

  • 09.26.2009 6:18 AM PDT
Subject: [Stpry] Halo: New Mombasa {part two available)

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

Chapter Two - Aftermath

Jason Daneils, or formally known as "The Rookie", awoke with a start. A headache encumbered his mind, as he tried to analyze his situation. Just by looking below him, the Rookie could already tell he was at leats three stories up.

Coughing, the Rookie tried COM. "Anyone there..?" he asked.

No answer.

Again he tried. "Can anyone hear me?"

Still no answer.

The Rookie shook his head glumly, then grabbed the M7 from his compartmant. He pushed the emergency override, so that the pressureized door on his pod would kick off. The Rookie began to climb out, then looked down. A fall from this height might break his legs... not worth the risk.

He observed his surroundings, then noticed a Grunt on patrol grumbling as it walked towards the spot of the street below him. If he could land on the Grunt, it might break his fall. Worth a shot. Once the alien had started walking below him, the Rookie lept out, landing squarely on the Grunt, who died instantly as the ODST sprayed whispered bullets into its head.

Now I'm down... time to figure out what's going on, the Rookie thought, leveling his M7 as he rounded a street corner. He raised his guard as a Phantom flew overhead, then hit the dirt under a turned over car. He watched as the Phantom came to a halt right below a position not thiry yards away. A Brute, and three Grunts were dropped off as the Phantom took flight once more.

The ODST switched to his sidearm, an extremly powerful pistol, equipped with a scope that transfered to his HUD, and a silencer. He wasn't planning on using it, but just in case he got caught, he'd have to defend himself.

Sneakily, the Rookie evaded the patroling squad of Covenant, then snuck past the undetected. Suddenly, a phone rang right next to his locaion, causing the Covenant to turn to him.

Oh, hell... the Rookie said, sprinting towards a sedan, then vaulting over it as plasma fire sprayed the other side. The Helljumper rose from cover, zoomed in on his sidearm, then scored two headshots on the three Grunts. The Brute barked an order at the remaining one, which was audible to the Rookie's translators.

"Well?! Go get him!"

"Why me!?" the Grunt replied, jumping back in astonishment. The Brute grabbed the pathetic alien by the throat, tossing him aside.

"I'll do it myself!" he said, advancing. The Rookie withdrew from cover once more, as he swtiched to his M7. The Brute was caught off guard, and fumbled as he tried to aim down his sights. Too late. The ODST unloaded a full clip, which pierced the Brutes armor, making him a corpse. The Grunt fled, hands over his head, and begging for mercy. The Rookie shrugged, leveled his sidearm once more, shot a single bullet, and the alien fell dead.

Once the Rookie had made sure the area was clear, he curiously went to the phone, which hadn't stopped ringing. He removed his helmet, then answered it awkwardly.

"Hello...?"

"Greetings, UNSC personel, I am the caretaker of this city, or the Superintindent! But please, call me Vergil."

The Helljumper was astonished. This was completely random.

"And, uh... why are you... calling me?"

"To help you, of course!" replied Vergil. "I have seen your other squadmates around here, through the many camers around the city which serve as my eyes. You are indeed an Orbital Drop Shock Trooper, correct?"

The Rookies eyes narrowed. "Yes..."

"Then I am liable to assist you. I am patching my frequincy to your COM. Just contact me when you need information."

The Rookie didn't reply. Instead he hung up the phone, and shook his head in disbelief.

Leveling his M7, he cautisouly made his way down the ruined streets of New Mombasa.

[Edited on 09.26.2009 6:55 AM PDT]

  • 09.26.2009 6:51 AM PDT