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Subject: [Story] Rise of Harvest (Part.3 Released!)

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.

That. Was. Terrific.

And I really didn't see suicide coming.

  • 10.15.2009 11:14 PM PDT
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Thanks guys :D I may get another one out tonight, and il be sure to read both of yours :)

  • 10.16.2009 1:48 PM PDT

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

Holy hell, this was very well written. Good job, Major. Keep it up!

P.S - The suicide surprised me!

[Edited on 10.16.2009 7:47 PM PDT]

  • 10.16.2009 7:46 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Rise of Harvest (Part.5 Now Available!)
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Part.4

The UNSC destroyer Apocalypse coasted through slipspace, heading towards harvest from Earth, running towards a suicide mission. Everyone knew it, but it was for Earth, for home. ODST fire team Razor resided in their bunks, playing cards and drinking. Everything was normal, until their door opened.

In walked a six foot tall man. He was thin, but built. His face was covered with a black mask, and he wore black fatigues. A combat vest was strapped to his chest, and a sidearm holstered on his leg. Mirrored glasses covered his eyes. The ODSTs stared at him as he threw his duffel onto an unoccupied bunk. One of the Hell Jumpers stood up, "Hey, punk, you're on my bed."

Another of the ODST put his face in his hands, "Jesus Christ Cody." The rest of them laughed or grinned.

The stranger turned his head towards Cody, "It doesn't have any of your possetions on it."

Cody took his helmet and threw it on to the bunk, "Now It does." The masked soldier walked towards the other bunk, but his ODST tormenter leaned on it, right in front of his path.

"These are the only two left."

"Yea, and both of em are mine." The Hell Jumpers burst into laughter, "Why don't you turn around and get the hell outa our bunk room."

"I was ordered to stay here."

"Does it look like I care?"

"The Captain's orders override anything you command me to do."

Cody shoved him, "Nah, I think you'll leave now."

"Please refrain from touching me."

Cody shoved him again, "And what if I don't?" None of the ODSTs objected to the harassment, only smiled in amusement.

"I will ask you again, please don't touch me."

The ODST grinned wickedly, "Well, if you're guna hang with us, I'll just have to do the initiation. He opened a large switchblade, and grabbed the stranger, planning to make an obscene scar on him. Instead, the soldier slammed Cody's head into the metal frame of his bunk. The ODST's head was instantly obliterated.

"What the hell!?" Screamed one of the ODSTs. All of the black armored soldiers jumped towards the back of the room, knocking over chairs and spilling poker chips onto the floor, "What are you!?"

The man didn't answer. He simply turned, and walked towards the lavatory for a cloth to clean the blood off of the bunk's floor. When the door shut behind him, Sergeant Reynolds looked at his men, "None of you are to interact with him. That is an order. Just leave him be, and hope he gets court marshaled for taking Cody's head off."

The ODSTs were silent, "Yes sir." They said. They all replied softly, and not in unison as they always did. After an hour of no talking, the ships intercom crackled to life, "Strike team Razor, report to the bridge immediately. The soldiers were in total shock. They had never seen anyone do anything like that before. Reynolds was planning on asking a lot of questions. When he reached the bridge, Captain Holomer was leaning against the command post's railing.

Holomer turned to face the Hell Jumpers, "Well, I heard about your, first impression with our specialunit."
Reynolds squinted at the Captain, "Yeah. Now I'm not here to get yelled at, and I'm not here because you ordered it. I'm here to ask what the HELL was that!?"

"That, Sergeant, was an ONI Shade."

"Shade?"

"Look, that's irrelevant right now."

"Irrelevant my ass! What the hell is that thing?"

"Calm down Sergeant."

"How about you shut it Cap, I want that bastard court marshaled for killing one of my men!"

"That isn't an option."

"Why!"

"We need him. Look, the spooks gave us a present, and we are going to use it. He is nothing more than a toy, expendable, just like you Sergeant."

Reynolds scowled at the Captain's threat, "He better be out of my bunk in two days, or he's a dead man." Behind the Sergeant, lines of green that intersected dots pulsed in the shape of a human. The air rippled, revealing the Shade. It placed a heavy hand on Sergeant Reynolds' shoulder.

The ODST looked at the Shade's gloves, cut off at the fingers. Its skin was a sickening grey. "Get offa me freak!"

The Shade's posture suggested he was confused, "Judging by our first encounter, I assumed your faction is accustomed to random physical contact, I was merely attempting to blend into your faction to increase your fire team's comfort level."

Reynolds jaw hung open. In an instant, he had pounced upon the Shade, but was caught but his men before he could deliver a solid punch, "Let go! It isn't normal! It's not human!" The Sergeant was dragged off the bridge by the rest of the Hell Jumpers.

Captain Holomer sighed, "I'm sorry about that."

"There is no need to apologize Captain. Perhaps I had a bit of an extreme response to the attack."

"Eh, we have too many of those idiots on this ship anyway." He expected the Shade to laugh, or at least smile, but it did no such thing. Holomer was disturbed by the lack of emotion it possessed. "Uh, you aredismissed."

"Yes sir." The Shade left the bridge, and returned to the bunk room. He decided to go to sleep, seeing nothing else to do. The Hell Jumpers stared as he pulled off his black mask. White hair fell half way down his neck. His facial features were very defined. The Shade had red eyes. The black pupils in the middle seemed to pierce right through anyone he looked at.

The soldier would have been good looking if it wasn't for his numerous scars positioned almost everywhere on his body. They were black as night. Obvious bullet wounds were scattered here and there. His general appearance was disturbing. One would wonder how he wasn't dead.

A friendlier ODST approached his as the Shade sat on his bed, crossed his legs, and began to read a book on hand to hand combat. The hell jumper sat down next to him, "Hey man, I'm really sorry about, well, today."

"That is not necessary."

"Oh, cool." The soldier decided to strike up a conversation. He decided to go with something that would relate to any male, "So what do you think about the chicks around her bro?"

"Please clarify."

"You think they're hot?"

"The entire ship seems to be at room temperature, with the exception of the engine room. So I doubt that their body temperatures are above average." The Shade replied, completely oblivious to the ODST's suggestions.

"No, I mean do you think they are attractive."

The Shade thought for a moment, "I have not acknowledged that."

The ODST was dumbfounded, oh my god..."think that the Ensign on the bridge has a nice pair. You saw her, whadaya think?"

"If you are attempting to converse about mating , I will tell you I have no orientation."

"So, are you like, bi?"

"I am not attracted to females or males. My dedication is to the UNSC only." Through the entire conversation, the shade hadn't looked up from his book once.

The ODST stood up and began to walk away. Then he paused, and turned, "You really need to get laid soldier." The Shade finally raised his head at the ODST, then returned to his studies.

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

Eve's eyes slowly opened. She heard footsteps in the hallway, "Victor?" Nobody replied, but the footsteps continued. Now it sounded like multiple people approaching. Eve became frightened, and her fear was confirmed when two tall, and slender aliens walked through the doorway. One wore shining gold armor, the other was clad in black.

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

Al'Katal stared into her eyes and grinned, "This is the one, Zemala."

Zemala, was overtaken with a sense of honor, honor he would soon be showered with, "Yes, Zealot, She will do."

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

Eve heard them make strange noises back and forth. The one in gold approached. A glowing needle was in its hand. She tried to run, but the second alien grabbed her. The needle entered her arm. In a moment, everything was black.


[Edited on 10.21.2009 7:19 PM PDT]

  • 10.17.2009 1:23 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Rise of Harvest (Part.3 Released!)

I had no idea what happened when you said 'his head disappeared', maybe expand on that a little bit, like 'disappeared into a cloud of blood'.

Also when the ODST is talking about chicks, you mis-spelt 'ensign', just a small typo, but I like what you're writing

  • 10.17.2009 2:12 PM PDT
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Thanks man :D I fixed the problems I think.

  • 10.17.2009 2:19 PM PDT

"Find The Bomb?!
Find The Bomb?!
I'm Looking For The Flag!
What The Heck Is Assualt!?"


Hmm, I had a story for a possible halo Custom edition campaign I was thinking of and this has some eerie resemblances... but at the same time is totally different

I can't really give criticism at the moment, I haven't read enough to notice anything that is slight, and there isn't anything gigantic. Over all it seems fine.

  • 10.17.2009 2:26 PM PDT

it doesn't even really seem like a halo novel/ fan fic. This is a new style to it, and I like it now that it has heated up

  • 10.17.2009 2:28 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Rise of Harvest

Posted by: XARTICSTARX
Great story! I love it! =)

QFT (quoted for truth).

Keep it up!

  • 10.17.2009 2:31 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Rise of Harvest (Part.4 Released!)
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Thanks guys :D im guna start writing the next one now.

  • 10.17.2009 9:08 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."

Ohmygosh Major. That was awesome!
I like how your progressing it, the Shade is an interesting addition. And lulz to the orientation thing. Keep it up!

  • 10.17.2009 9:50 PM PDT
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Thanks guys :) But i just hit writters block :( HALP!

  • 10.18.2009 7:38 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."

Ah snap. What exactly are you trying to write around? A boring part or just lack of ideas?

  • 10.18.2009 7:57 PM PDT
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Lack of ideas. I might have one out by tomorow night, but it may not be as good as the others. I gtg now, so peace bro.

  • 10.18.2009 8:05 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Rise of Harvest (Part.5 Released!)
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Part.5

The ONI Shade was fast asleep on his bed. However, the ODSTs had faked their sleep. Sergeant Reynolds stared at the strange figure, "It's disgusting."

Private Thomson bit his lip, "I dunno, he's got some pretty kick ass scars."

"Wait a minute." Reynolds crept towards the Shade, and kneeled down, inspecting its chest. "Here" he whispered. The rest of his men gathered around. "Look, that scar came from a bullet, and it's aligned right with his heart. "

"That's impossible." Specialist Taylor stated. She leaned closer, "Whoa, but how?"

"I don't know."

Thomson snorted, "Should we kill him?"

"No, we'll get in a helluva lot of trouble for that, maybe even executed. We're just gonna have to make it look like he was KIA."

"Wait, what? I was joking." Thomson whispered in a surprised tone.

"So was I." Sergeant Reynolds put on a fake but convincing smile. He wasn't joking, not by a long shot. If this prick thought he could come in and kill one of his best men just like that, he was wrong.

*********

Al'Katal watched as the Huragok's operated on the tortured human. She was bound down by energy clasps. The girl couldn't move at all. They hadn't given her any anesthetics. The girl was in total agony. The Zealot wondered how this would turn out. All he could do was hope for the best, because if it failed, everyone aboard this ship would be doomed. If it succeeded, he would be showered with glory.

Tubes from the ceiling ran into the human. Strange liquids flowed through them. One was an odd looking green fluid. It gave Al'Katal an eerie feeling, like it was a source of great evil. That didn't matter now. The operation was going extremely well. A Huragok lowered a shining blade towards the girl's skull. It phased right through the bone. The pain was obvious in her eyes, but she couldn't say a word, she could only wait.

*********

Jillan al-Cygni stood on the bridge of Hell's Fire. The finest cruiser the UNSC possessed. She was feeling sick lately. Ever since they set out on the eight day voyage to Harvest, the woman was experiencing a loss of energy, and was constantly sick to the stomach, but she had taken on a major task, and wasn't going to let the UNSC down because she was a little queasy.

Captain James Terran stood next to her, his arms behind his back. The entire bridge was dead quiet. Only the clicking of panels and keyboards could be heard. "Do you think we can do it?" The Captain asked.

"There is a slim chance." Jillan replied in a cold voice. Her face seemed like it was made of stone. It beheld no emotion. The ONI officer was hiding depression. She had seen too much on Harvest, and despite her volunteering to do so, never wanted to return. It was the grave of so many. The planet seemed to be death itself. Al-Cygni was filled with anger whenever she thought of it. She wasn't going to fail, no, they would pay for what they had done.

**********

Al'Katal stood on the bridge of Holy Penance, waiting patiently for the results of the experiment. He was more bored than excited. After watching the Huragoks operate on the human for an hour, it had lost its shine. Instead, he simply stared at the purple metal of his control center, running his finger across its panel.

Suddenly, the ship's alarm went off. The bridge's radar operator spun around from his chair, "Your honor, human spacecraft have exited slipspace. They will soon be in range to fire!" The Sangheili's raised voice was not one of fear, but of excitement. He was eager to engage the enemy.

"How many?" Al'Katal asked.

"There must be over a thousand." The radar operator said, confused. He had never seen a human fleet this large.

"Rally the rest of our fleet to this point. We need all of them." Usually, a human fleet was no match for the Covenant's far superior ships, but there were so many of them. This time, the odds were not on their side. The Sangheili in charge of communications instantly sent out an SOS to their fellow spacecraft. In only a moment, the entire covenant fleet was in position. Al'Katal waited for the humans to come within firing range.

"Sir, they just disappeared. Only eighty remain."
"By the Prophets!" Al'Katal exclaimed. Every one of his warriors on the bridge cringed. What the Zealot had just said was extremely vulgar, but right now, there were more important things to worry about. Al'Katal had been tricked, degraded in front of his men. He would punish the humans for this. None would get away with dishonoring a Zealot.

**********

Captain Holomer grinned as his ships flanked those of the Covenant. "Lieutenant Garet, fire the MAC cannon."

"Aye sir!" The bridge officer replied. A metal slug was propelled through space. The Covenant fleet spotted the powerful projectile, and in an unorganized fashion, scattered. An unlucky vessel was struck on its lateral line. The weapon punctured its shields, and crashed into the purple metal. As a result, the lateral line exploded in hot green flames. They were off to a good start.

A simple radar trick had done it all. Now they were completely surrounding the alien bastards. The fleet tried to dive below the UNSC ships, but MAC rounds hailed down upon them. When firing at a fleet of over two hundred covenant spacecraft, it was very difficult to miss. The result of the salvo was a brilliant show of fireworks. Reds, blues, and Captain Holomer's personal favorite, the glorious green.

Every crew member on his bridge was grinning. One of them even let out a short laugh. It felt good to see his men happy for once. This war had pulled everyone down. Next came the archer missiles. The Covenant ships that had not been completely destroyed were now barraged by explosives, causing them to instantly immolate. However, the celebration ended when the lateral lines of the enemy's entire fleet began to glow.





[Edited on 10.20.2009 4:18 PM PDT]

  • 10.19.2009 3:06 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Rise of Harvest (Part.4 Released!)

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."

Nice! What could they possibly be doing to that girl though? Hmm.

  • 10.19.2009 3:13 PM PDT
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

You will see, you will see. :D

  • 10.19.2009 4:02 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Rise of Harvest (Part.3 Released!)

So compelling! Keep it up!

  • 10.20.2009 7:56 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.

I'm sensing some serious pwnage coming up.. very nice part!

  • 10.20.2009 11:13 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Rise of Harvest (Part.8 Is Up!)
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Part.6

Al'Katal felt warm blood trickle down his head. One of the ships in the fleet had slammed into his, and sent him flying into the wall. His ancestry leaked out of him, along with honor. He growled in anger, "Open fire!" The Sangheili roared, slamming his fist into the control panel. Flames burst out into space.

The human ships were feeble. Without shields, they wouldn't survive this. The Zealot watched eagerly as the plasma closed in on the enemy fleet. In an instant, they had vanished.

"No!" The Humans had entered slipspace, and were undoubtedly repositioning themselves behind his ships. "Sphere formation!" His bridge's communications officer relayed the message to Al'Katal's fleet. The ships shifted into a hollow ball, impervious to flanking. All Al'Katal could do was wait.
A threatening beep emitted from a control panel nearby. "Your honor, incoming hell missiles!" The Sangheili at the station shouted.

Hell missiles, what the humans called, "MAC slugs." It was the most dangerous weapon they possessed. The creatures may be weak, and have inferior technology, but they were very very clever. They had jumped to the other side of Harvest, and used its gravity to sling their projectiles into Al'Katal's fleet. "Order all ships to make evasive maneuvers!"

This was a futile order. Their fleet had gotten too close to Harvest. They were caught in its gravitational field, and by the time they pulled out of it, their ships would already be Swiss cheese.

Al'Katal quickly realized this, "Belay that! Shift all shields to the lateral lines now!" There was no time to relay the message. It was every ship on its own now. The powerful human projectiles slammed into his fleet, obliterating many. However, Al'Katal's shields deflected the round that impacted them. That volley was only the beginning. Next came hundreds and thousands of archer missiles. The entire fleet's shields were down or next to it. This would be the end of them, but the Zealot quickly thought of a plan, "Order the fleet to fire upon the missiles." The communications officer did so. The plasma began charging. He wasn't certain if they would fire in time. All he could do was pray.

Al'Katal's radar technician jumped, "Sir! They have jumped yet again!"

***********

Admiral Terran grinned as he watched the covenant spin in confusion. He tapped the railing in front of him, pondering over his next move. "Order all ships to release their Longsword fighter jets. I want them on that covenant sphere formation."

"But, sir," An officer spoke up, "Longsword missiles won't be able to pierce their shields.

"When they are carrying nukes they can."
***********

Al'Katal's fleet had fired their plasma cannons, eliminating the archer missiles. Now the humans were above them, doing god knows what. "Your Honor." An officer whispered in a confused tone.

"Speak, minor."

"There are multiple human vessels approaching us. One manned, but they are carrying some sort of strange energy. I have not encountered it before."

The Zealot walked over to the Sangheili's station, "Odd. Whatever it is, it cannot posses much power. No ship of that size can deliver a significant blow to deplete our shields, but it is best if you keep it under observation. Are our fleet's cannons ready?"

"Yes, Zealot." Another Sangheili said. He was shaking, but not in fear. He was excited, waiting to see the humans obliterated.

"Order them to fire upon the-"

"Great one! The energy signals have detached themselves from the human space craft!"

"Merely missiles, minor. Do not fret." The bridge crew was convinced, until their external sensors fried. "Impossible! The humans posess no such technology!"

"The Forerunner's mercy." Muttered the Sangheili minor, "They have detonated."

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

Captain Holomer watched countless nukes tear at the Covenant fleet. It was truly amazing what getting the jump on the enemy could do. Over half of the Covenant forces were incinerated in an instant. A victory in space was very rare, and now, it was in Holomer's grasp.

A young officer spotted bad news, "Sir, covenant energy beams are emitting from Utgard." His voice was shaky, "It's on a collision course with...our entire fleet."

"Starboard thrusters, now!"

*********

The Apocalypse's alarm screamed through the hallways. The Shade was already in his combat uniform, as it was his normal outfit. The only difference from what he had on now and what he first met the Hell Jumpers in was a pair of goggles that shined neon orange. The ODSTs in his bunk scrambled to the armory to get their gear. Hopefully, they were in for a fight.

Once every foot soldier on board was ready to go, they were lead to rows and rows of drop pods. He would be going feet first with the Hell Jumpers, which was considered an honor, and suicide. The ONI Specialist entered his designated until, and buckled in. When the front hatch closed, screens inside came to life. Sergeant Reynolds' face was on the largest one. He checked through his team roster, making sure everyone was there. Then he spotted something new. The ODST switched his screens sight to a particular pod, "Spooky! Is that you?"

The Shade knew that Reynolds was referring to him, as "Spook" was a common term for ONI officers. "Affirmative."

"Well that's dandy isn't it boys!? For once we have a freak on our side."

"Hey, watch it!" Taylor shouted. Her feminine voice sticking out of the others, "I'm not a boy." All of the ODSTs laughed, convinced for a moment that she was going to stand up for the
Shade.

Reynolds got more of a kick out of it than anyone, "It's alright Spooky, just, don't take your shirt off at the beach...or your mask."

"Yes sir."

The fact that the Shade had taken the ODSTs insult as an order pushed the Hell Jumpers into uncontrollable laughter, which was soon interrupted by a loud clank, and the stomach raising sensation of freefall.

"So," The Sergeant stated over the drop pod COM channel, "Here's the game plan. We drop into Utgard, kick some Covenant ass, and blow up their little laser toy, got it?"

"Hoora!" The Hell Jumpers replied in unison.
Reynolds switched to a private channel with the Shade. "You stay the hell out of my way, got it?"

"Yes sir."

"If you slip up once, you're meat. Got it?"

"Affirmative."

Reynolds switched back to the public channel, wearing a
large, false grin. Once he donned his helmet, his eyes burned with hatred.



[Edited on 10.26.2009 1:45 PM PDT]

  • 10.21.2009 7:18 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Rise of Harvest (Part.3 Released!)

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."

Awesome! Nice kasploshins in this part!
Wonder what Reynolds has planned for Mr. Shade.

Part Twelve of Hybrid's up btw.

  • 10.21.2009 7:44 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.

Haha! Take that you Covie bastards!

I feel that The Gallery is coming of age now. I've been here for about a year, and when I first ventured here (when Max's story got moved from the Halo 3 Forum), there was very little going on. Now we have great artworks popping up everywhere, many great fanfics being written, and awesome newcomers like yourselves, and that guy who posted half a story stright away!

I propose a toast to the Gallery, and everyone in it.

  • 10.22.2009 2:01 AM PDT
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Posted by: random no337
Haha! Take that you Covie bastards!

I feel that The Gallery is coming of age now. I've been here for about a year, and when I first ventured here (when Max's story got moved from the Halo 3 Forum), there was very little going on. Now we have great artworks popping up everywhere, many great fanfics being written, and awesome newcomers like yourselves, and that guy who posted half a story stright away!

I propose a toast to the Gallery, and everyone in it.



To the Gallery! *Clanks glasses* HUZAAAAH!

  • 10.22.2009 3:59 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Rise of Harvest (Part.8 Is Up!)
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Part.7

Al'Katal stood at his bridge commanding the fleet before him in a battle that was on the tipping point of victory and failure. One of his men detected something, "Your honor, human drop pods are entering the planets orbit. They are heading for the city."

Al'Katal knew their intentions. "Order the stationary cannon's crew to fire upon the pods. Eliminate as many as possible before they touch the planet's surface. We must not let the Prophets down."

***********

The red light of fifty pods began to flash. Something had locked on to them. The Shade stared at it, curious what the illuminated object meant. No doubt it was something bad. Sergeant Reynolds' voice echoed with a delay through the pod COM channel, "It's gonna be a bad day."

Green light shot towards the hail of soldiers, incinerating over half of them. A list of KIAs flooded every pod's roster screen. The ONI officer stared at the countdown on one of the electronic panels, 15, 14, 13, 12, the yellow digits were agonizing to watch. It meant that when the numbers reached zero, you were probably going to die.

Thirty five pods hit the ground. Thirty three remained in one piece. With so few soldiers, it was unlikely that they would succeed. The ONI officer was dazed by the impact, but the ODSTs were already out of their pods, guns blazing. The Shade tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. He heard plasma fire, and the hatch began to glow bright orange. In a few moments, plasma would punch through the pod and incinerate the soldier. Then he saw it, the emergency release.

The Shade punched his fist into the button, causing the door to fly off with such force that it slammed three Elites into the concrete wall behind them. The Shade was pleased with the drop pod's capabilities. He dashed into a building. Its walls were crumbling, leaving some nice areas to pop out of.

The Spook activated heat sensors in his goggles, hiding behind the concrete wall. Three huge beasts were approaching, the biggest he had ever seen. They were hairy, and resembled apes. The beasts started sniffing around. Could they possibly smell him from this distance?

An ear piercing screech echoed through the city as another beam of light shot into the air. Two UNSC Cruisers immolated in space, briefly showering Utgard in light. The creatures paid no attention to this. Instead, they steadily approached the Shade's wall. He slipped a grenade out of his belt as quietly as he could. When he pulled the pin, the beasts flinched. Their senses were amazing. This didn't shock the Spook enough to stop him from throwing the explosive.

In seconds, shards of metal flew through the air. The beasts were peppered with them, but ignored it, as if the pieces of shrapnel were only splinters. They had seen where the attack had come from, and unloaded their weapons at the wall. Spikes easily punctured the worn out concrete. While struggling to get to his feet, the Shade received one of the searing hot spikes to his gut. It sank into his flesh, piercing the organ underneath. The soldier grunted, stood up, and ran. He made frequent turns to let off some bullets from his battle rifle. They pursued him like lions chasing their prey.

Spikes ricocheted off of everything behind him. The weapons were horribly inaccurate, but that didn't stop a second projectile from digging itself into his lower back. Black liquid dripped from his wounds. Yet another struck him, this time in his thigh, but he didn't flinch. Instead, he slid behind a destroyed car, and fired three shots into the nearest aliens head. The bullets pierced its skull, but it managed to take a few more steps before going down. The other two dove for cover.

*********

"Tarahae! What is that creature!?" The two Jiralhanae were shocked.

"I do not know Brutus, but it mustn't be human. It has taken to many blows to-"

Before the Brute could finish his sentence, three rounds inserted themselves into his brain. Brutus fell to the ground, causing the street to shake. Tarahae was stunned. This was incredible, how could the creature hit him from behind cover? A bullet struck him in his thick leg. The Brute growled, then noticed that sparks were coming off of the car across the street. Can it be? No, that is Impossible! His enemy was using the angle of the human vehicle to bounce his bullets into the Jiralhanae. Tarahae grabbed his brother's weapon, jumped out of cover, and charged his attacker.

********

The furry beast's roar echoed through the streets, overwhelming the sound of gunfire. A hail of projectiles flew from its two guns. They bounced off the Shades cover. The closer it got the more of a chance it had to hit him. The ONI officer aimed, and fired. Nothing but a click came from the gun. He reached into his combat vest as quickly as he could. A round punctured his arm, tearing muscle and cracking bone.

The Shade tore his mask off, and reloaded his battle rifle using his teeth. He ran across the street, using one arm to fire at his enemy. He was still relatively accurate. Bullets punctured the furry beast's chest, but seemed to have no effect. The ONI officer's hair fluttered behind him as he ran towards a wall with an excellent idea.

The Shade's enemy had finished reloading when he had reached the wall. If the Shade hadn't jumped up onto the fire escape above him, he would have been riddled with pointy bullets. The brick below him exploded into dust and chunks of mixed minerals.

*********

Sergeant Reynolds fired his SMG at a group of grunts as they ran for cover. Light blue blood spattered the ground. Alien corpses lay around him and his men. All but one ODST who had survived the impact were still alive. The Hell Jumpers didn't go down easy. The only death was Reynolds' fault. He had been careless, having too much fun.

The Sergeant hadn't noticed the elite to his right as he picked off cowering grunts that weren't as hidden as they thought.

Specialist Taylor had sacrificed her life for him. She lay dead at the Sergeant's feet. He didn't close her wide eyes after her death, instead, he stripped her of ammunition and everything else useful. Discarding things like that was a necessary trait of an ODST. He and his squadron had been pinned down for five minutes, unable to move. During that time, the covenant's stationary cannon had destroyed ten UNSC ships. They were running out of time. Covenant were flooding towards them.

Reynolds was sure they had lost until he spotted a figure jumping from fire escape to fire escape, a brute following him from below. Muzzle flashes could be seen coming from both sides. "What the hell?"

***********

Jillan al-Cygni watched Admiral Terran bark orders to his fleet. Burnt hulls of Covenant and UNSC ships floated around them. "God damn it! Take down that flagship!" The Covenant's flagship possessed some sort of a weapon that moved at light speed. It was cutting through Terran's ships like butter. The ships hit by it would soon after explode with a spectacular show of light. The Hell's Fire shook as plasma impacted its hull.

A bridge officer swiveled around in his chair, "Admiral, hull armor down to forty five percent!"
"The stationary cannon has fired again!" Cried another. Bad news was being hit back and forth around the bridge like a game of ping pong.

Admiral Terran ran his hands through his hair. It was no wonder he had gone grey young. "Order all destroyers to fire their MAC cannons on that flagship, and get more men on the surface now!" He yelled, then lowered to a whisper, "My god, we don't stand a chance."




[Edited on 10.26.2009 1:56 PM PDT]

  • 10.22.2009 8:26 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Rise of Harvest (Part.6 Is 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.

Oh damn, bad luck humans!

  • 10.22.2009 11:21 PM PDT