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Note: May Contain Adult References and Rude Words



I do NOT know how long this may go for, ANY Cannon errors, i am truly sorry as I am only a Mere, 12 Year Old. Yes A Mere, 12 Year Old Guy writing Fan Fics about Halo.



The story of five of the other 315 Spartan-IIIs of Gamma Company who left Onyx before the events of Halo: Ghosts of Onyx.

(May Change? If I change the Plot and everything lol)



Chapter List

I will only Post Links if its on The Next Page. :) If it isnt then Just Scroll down.

Prologue: Introductions (Post Below)

Chapter One: Capture the Flag

Chapter Two: Beginning of the End




Reviews are always welcome: an artist builds on compliments and criticisms alike.Thanks and I hope you enjoy.

[Edited on 11.24.2009 2:32 PM PST]

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Prologue: Introductions

0100 Hours, June 8, 2547 (Military Calendar) \
Onyx, Zeta Doradus System

Camp Currahee

Spartan-III Alex-G004


I remember the sounds of nights on Onyx: those seemingly brief periods of time when the training camp was silent and the sounds of the forest penetrated the perimeter. Almost every day after the evening at the firing range and the frequent jog in the dark, Gamma Company would turn in to the barracks for the night. I would lie in my bed for several minutes, just soaking in nature's voice until exhaustion claimed me.

That was the case tonight as well. I dreamt of my first day here in Camp Currahee, when I was just a small five-year-old boy hungry for revenge against the aliens who had slaughtered his family and burned his world.

My world.

That had been six years ago and my family had been dead for seven. After six years of hard, brutal training I had all but forgotten my last name and even my family's faces. All I could remember was just feelings, emotions, and a great sense of loss and anger.

I had been singled out at a refugee camp by a few men in uniforms. I later learned that they had been operatives of the Office of Naval Intelligence, or ONI for short, and they offered me a chance for revenge. I took it without hesitation: I guess that was what they were hoping for.

I had been spirited away along with several other children a year older than me onto a small starship and ended up in the Camp Currahee parade field here on Onyx. There had been 410 of us then, until they packed us onto pelicans and had us jump out into the wilderness from high altitudes. That was our Selection. I remember nearly flaking at the door when it was my turn to jump, but I received a helpful shove from behind. The pusher's name was Samantha and we had been closest friends ever since: we were even placed in the same team together.

Sam and I had even kissed once two years ago when I was nine during a battle simulation exercise in the forest. We had been sent ahead by our team leader to scout a possible route across the Twin Forks River. We found one, but had to wait until another team, which was blocking the way, moved off. I remember feeling bored out of my mind. I sighed and rolled over onto my side to face Sam. She did the same. We talked for a few minutes, but eventually ran out of topics. Then it happened. She leaned in close and I was lying there thinking 'What the hell?' at first until I caught on. I Leaned in to meet her and we...

BREEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

I frowned, sensing something wrong. There hadn't been any alarm when that had happened...what was going on?!

I stirred and opened my eyes groggily to realize that the blaring klaxon hadn't been a dream at all: it was happening right now. I swore quietly to myself, knowing what was coming next.

The barrack's door slammed open, the lights snapped on, and a blurry form strode inside, shouting at the top of his lungs. A deafening banging noise accompanied him. My eyes refocused and I made out Gunnery Sergeant Anderson wielding a metal trash can, which he was pounding mercilessly with a large serving spoon from the mess hall.

"Naptime's over maggots! Fall in and quadruple-time it to the parade field!" the Gunny roared as he made his way down the sleeping room's center aisle.

I scrambled out of my top bunk, avoiding landing on Robin G227 who bunked below me, and slipped into my combat fatigues.

"Jesus Christ, it's one in the morning, what the hell are..." one of the spartans down the row began to grumble, but Anderson's gaze of steel snapped over to the owner of the voice and he quick-paced his way over, drawing his power-baton and delivering a painful shock to the unfortunate boy before he could finish his complaint.

The Gunny turned his gaze to the rest of us.

"Anyone else in "Q" Barracks have a problem with Lieutenant Commander Ambrose's little midnight playtime?"

"Negative, sir!" all the spartans of the three teams bunking in "Q" Barracks chorused quickly.

Anderson cocked an eyebrow, regarding us with mock interest. "Are you all sure? It's alright if you feel the need to complain; my baton has enough juice for every one of you, so don't be afraid to speak up! Anyone else besides Randall in the mood for a little slice-and-dice of authority?!"

"Sir, NEGATIVE, sir!" we all replied, making sure we were much louder this time.

Anderson nodded, satisfied. "See you boys on the parade field," he said as he strode off, leaving 'Q' Barracks to terrorize another.

"Rapier, on me!" Tyrone-G083 barked. Ty was my team leader. He was of African descent with dark skin and a cross between round and almond-shaped eyes. He was a head taller than the rest of us and looked as ripped as a pro-wrestler. I personally thought he would make even Elites think twice before taking him on. I knew him as a tough, but calm and restrained individual. He wasn't afraid to put himself out there, but he also never lost his temper unless provoked. In battle he was level-headed and fearless, some of the qualities of every top-notch soldier.

I fell in behind him along with Sam, Robin, and Emma-G132. Together we made up Team Rapier, one of the 66 five-spartan teams in Gamma Company.

Ty led us into the other half of 'Q' Barracks; the armory. My teammates and I slipped into our body-armor plates and helmets. Our suits were similar to ODST armor, the only real difference being size. ODST suits were designed for adults; ours were for us 11-year-olds. I sealed my helmet and polarized the faceplate.

We grabbed our weapons, loaded with Formula-2016 tranquilizer rounds, which were harmless rounds that behaved exactly like live rounds, only they knocked the target out instead of killing it. They weren't made very much and were almost exclusive only to this training camp and several others. I grabbed my customized SRS99C-S2 AM Sniper Rifle and loaded it, taking extra rounds with me in my belt. Sam, Robin, and Em all grabbed BR55 Battle-Rifles while Ty took hold of his prized M90 shotgun and an MA5B Assault Rifle for backup.

As Teams Falchion and Cutlass armed up, Ty lead us outside onto the dirt path that led to the paved road which ran throughout the camp and ultimately ended at the parade field. We took a short-cut and hopped the walls around the operations compound, cut through, and climbed out at the other side, leaving only the row of Instructor's quarters between us and the parade field. We quickly traversed those and strode onto the parade field.

We were the first team to arrive, followed closely by Team Saber, Team Claymore, Team Bayonet, and several others. We strode up to the trio of officers standing at the head of the field: Lt. Commander Ambrose, our CO: Senior Chief Petty Officer Mendez, our head-trainer; and Gunnery Sergeant Anderson. How Anderson managed to get here so fast I'll never know.

Mendez checked his watch and raised an eyebrow. "Four minutes flat. Team Rapier, you are stationed in 'Q' Barracks, correct?"

"Yes, sir," Ty answered smoothly.

"'Q' Barracks is more of a distance from here than most of the other barracks, yet you got here first," Lt. Commander Ambrose noted with a faint trace of a smile playing at his lips, "Whatever probably-illegal short-cut you've been using, keep at it. In battle, mobilization rate is everything."

"All due respect sir, but while we were ordered to get to the parade field, how we got there was never dictated," Sam said wryly, "So technically, we disobeyed no orders."

Ambrose actually gave a half-smile and leaned in so only my team could hear him speak.

"You are the first to think outside the box like that. None of us force you to use the road to get here, and in battle your commanding officer won't force you to take the paved road all the way to the battle that can also be accessed by crossing a rugged field. Not every order will be given to the letter in combat: it will give you the objective, but how you complete that objective is entirely up to you," the Lt. Commander then straightened up and nodded to us, prompting us to return to our spot among the rest of the Company.

Ambrose cleared his throat and I snapped to attention with the rest of the company. "Tonight...or I suppose I should say this morning...we will be having a Class Twelve training op."

A mix of reactions rose from the company: some groans, some sighs, but most were excited breaths. Class Twelve training operations here were war-games that pitted me and my fellow spartans against a unit of marines. This would be my tenth class-12.

"You will be engaging the 103rd Marine Battalion again," Ambrose continued, "Your objective is to take the flag in the center of their Battalion HQ and return it here, to the parade field before sunrise. Standard, simple, and direct. You will be facing a whole battalion of marines who may be tired of losing to us yet again, so how you secure the flag will not be standard, simple, and direct. Any questions? No? Good, then report to the pelicans."


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Chapter One: Capture the Flag

0230 Hours, June 8, 2547 (Military Calendar) \
Onyx, Zeta Doradus System

10 km South-West of Camp Currahee

Spartan-III Alex-G004


I always enjoyed pelican-rides over the wilderness: they provided a breath-taking vista that not many would usually see in their lifetime. The Company was dropped in a large clearing eight kilometers north of the marine battalion's HQ and we had been steadily advancing for an hour and fifteen minutes. Now, we were only a klick away from our objective. I had worked with several other sharpshooters from other teams and we had already taken out several marine patrols, allowing the company to advance.

I lay still in the bushes as several teams advanced ahead of me. I adjusted the sights on my sniper rifle and scanned the area, making sure those spartans wouldn't receive any surprises. I opened a COM channel with my team. "Team Leader, what's your status?" I whispered.

"Moving up and securing the next leg, Eagle-Eye," Tyrone referred to me by my call sign, "You're clear to advance, over."

I lowered my sniper rifle, rose into a crouch, and began moving forward. "Eagle-Eye, moving up," I said over the universal COM channel, the channel everyone in the company could hear.

"Acknowledged, Eagle-Eye, advance to position thirty-six," I recognized the voice of Ash-G099, the leader of Team Saber and the spartan who usually took de facto command of the company during operations such as this.

I followed Ash's order and moved past most of the advancing teams into sniper position thirty-six: an outcropping of the ridge that overlooked the southern approach into the 103rd's Battalion HQ that had enough underbrush and vegetation for me to become invisible but still have one of the best views I could ever ask for, short of an ocean view in an apartment on Emerald Cove. I went prone and fixed my sights down into the 103rd's northern perimeters.

The only thing between the hills and the 103rd's HQ compound was a half-klick stretch of land filled with short trees and several huge hedges, but no marines or patrols. That made me frown: the 103rd usually always had a patchwork of men waiting in that stretch of land in every previous op we had done against them.

The rest of my team regrouped behind me and we waited for the rest of the company to form a line on the ridge. It took three minutes to fully organize for the strike. Gamma Company got ready. Breathing slowed and grips tightened on rifles.

Sounds from the HQ compound ahead began to drift over to the hills. Marines could be heard moving into position, shouting orders and calling for units to move this way and that.

I noticed something abnormal through my scope as I swept through the no-man's land in between us and the 103rd. Something wasn't quite right about one of the hedges. It almost looked as if it had rustled, but there was no wind. Frowning, I switched my scope to thermal. I gasped at what I saw and had time only to swear briefly before Ash gave the order to advance. I stopped my team, but the rest of the company began to move down the hills and into the no-man's land.

I got onto the universal COM channel and urgently said, "Omega-3-3," our emergency abort code. When Omega-3-3 was ordered, the entire company was to immediately abort the mission and retreat, and that's what we did right now.

The 'hedges' rumbled to life, took aim at the retreating spartans, and opened fire. Heavy 90 millimeter tungsten shells exploded everywhere, causing bright flashes and sending dirt and debris flying every which way.

"Holy -blam!-, those are scorpions! No one said they had tanks!" a spartan shouted over the COM.

"Why in hell they're using them now, I have no idea," Ash agreed over the channel, "alright...all teams retreat to rally point bravo, we need to re-think our strategy. Eagle-Eye, you still there?"

I responded quickly, saying, "Yeah, I haven't moved and neither has my team."

"Alright, Alex...Ty, you hearing me?"

"Loud 'n clear, Ash," Tyrone answered.

"Ty, I'm designating Team Rapier our ace in the hole. You guys will be the ones to get the flag back. I'm thinking we should use Alex as a Sinon and gather enough intel from inside the compound to be able to mount an assault," Ash suggested.

"Given the circumstances I'll allow it, but only if Alex volunteers. He could be physically harmed doing this," Ty said calmly, but firmly.

My mind was made up in a nanosecond, although I knew that being the Sinon had lots of risks. "I'll do it," I said.

"It's done, then, Alex, we'll see you soon," Ash cut the connection.

The scorpion tanks shed their natural disguise and, reinforced with at least a company of marines, began to advance into the hills.

I crawled over to Ty and hissed, "Hey, Ty! I'll trade you my rifle for the MA5B: I don't want my rifle getting damaged."

"Alright," Ty unslung his assault rifle and passed it to me while I gave him my prized sniper rifle.

"G'luck mate," Robin called over.

Sam squeezed my hand for a few moments before letting go. "Don't kill yourself out there."

"They're closing in: you guys better get going," I warned. I nodded to them one last time as they disappeared into the forest.

As a tank and contingent of marines drew near I activated my helmet camera and lay in wait until they were all around me. I seized the moment and rose up out of the underbrush, leaping at the nearest marine.

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The unfortunate man had time only to let out a startled yelp before I clubbed him down with a well-aimed punch. I brought my MA5B to bear and opened fire at the marines as they swiftly recovered, knocking five of them out with a wide spray of tranq-rounds.

Then one of them returned fire, hitting me in the back. I felt an incredible pain explode around the points of impact. I was confused for a moment; no tranquilizer-rounds could produce that much of a punch. They were using live rounds, too! I realized as I sank to the ground. There was no internal injury at least; my armor had deflected the rounds. I had that much to be thankful for.

I lay there groaning and attempting to crawl away until one of them planted a boot on my back right where I had just been shot. Agony exploded through my torso, making me scream. I'm sure my fellow spartans could hear me and I'm glad I wasn't one of them. If I had heard a comrade in pain like that and been helpless to stop it I would have felt like ten tons of -blam!-. But then again, the alternative was being the one in pain which was just as bad. God, I hate catch-22s I thought to myself.

The marine on top of me bent down and whispered, "Kick our asses now, kid. Even ONI's freaks can't stand up to scorpions: gotta love 'em," the marine straightened up and called out to one of his peers, "Henderson, go tell the Major about our little catch here. The rest of you help me get him into the holding block back at HQ. Move it!"

I was picked up and crudely slung over a large man's shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried all the way into the HQ compound, which was now completely illuminated with plasma-powered lights. Marines and other personnel who caught sight of me being held like that whooped and cheered. I heard a lot of "The tables have turned" and "How the mighty have fallen". I didn't mind that: this was their first time capturing a spartan and that was only because we had never found it necessary before.

I looked at the weak-points in the perimeters and the possible routes to the command post and ultimately saw the flag in all its glory planted next to the CP. I was careful to observe as much of the compound as I could for as long as possible to work out the layout before I was taken into a small building lined with reverse-engineered Covenant force cages: energy fields combined with anti-grav generators that would keep the prisoner hovering in the air while inhibiting nervous messages to the rest of the body, rendering the prisoner immobile from the neck down.

A marine sergeant wearing a full helmet entered after my bearer. His stripes told me he was a staff sergeant. "The Major put me in charge of...welcoming our young friend," the staff sergeant said, "Put him into one of the force cages and get that armor off, then bring him to the questioning room."

"Yes, sir," the marine carrying me replied. He tossed me into one of the cages. I immediately felt the effects; my body tingled for a second and I felt light-headed, but only for a second. I could only move my head. I hated that feeling of knowing your body was all there, but there was nothing you could do to move it, no matter how hard you tried.

The marine unsealed and removed my helmet and peered into my face. I'd like to say that I looked rather normal; I had shortish light-brown hair, a thin face with higher cheek-bones, gradually upturned nose, a spray of freckles across my nose and cheeks, and, as Sam put it, shockingly blue eyes. I guess that's why the marine looked so surprised: because the face of one of ONIs "freaks" was no different than a normal 11-year-old's.

"You guys gonna hurt me?" I asked in my shaky innocent voice as the marine removed my chest, arm, and leg plates, leaving me in just my t-shirt and camo-print pants.

"You and your friends have whooped us a dozen times and caused more injuries to this outfit than I can count; don't expect a walk through a rose garden," the marine chuckled as he grabbed hold of me and pulled me out of the cage. I went limp on his shoulder as my nerves returned to life and wonderful sensation spread throughout my body. The marine sighed with satisfaction as he hefted me and started to walk. "That's better, kid. You're not as heavy with all that armor."

I was taken past the force-cages into a square room at the end of the corridor with nothing but a table and two chairs on either side of it. The marine carrying me set me down in one of the chairs and held me there until the sergeant arrived with several lengths of rope, which he used to tightly tie my feet down to the chair legs and my hands behind its back. The chair had a higher back, making it impossible for me to try to wiggle out.

The marine that carried me in winked at me and left, closing the door behind him. I noticed that the door was sound-proofed. The sergeant turned to me and started our wonderful conversation with a crushing blow to the side of my face followed up with an under-cut to my abdomen. I doubled over as far as the restraints would allow, gasping for breath. I think I spent about an hour tied to that chair, taking a merciless beating from that sergeant.

After the minutes and seconds melted together like butter I began to zone out when the sergeant spoke. I heard his voice, but not his words. Finally, he splashed ice-cold water in my face, snapping me back to reality. My body ached all over from all of the blows. I definitely had cracked ribs from the shooting incident earlier and a broken arm and shattered wrist from this man. I coughed up blood eventually as he bore on.

Finally after what seemed like hours, the sergeant was done. He untied me from the chair, allowing blood to flow into my hands and feet again, and put me back into one of the force cages. I remained there for roughly twenty minutes when it began.

In the Trojan Wars, after the Greeks had made no headway against the defending Trojans, Odysseus came up with the brilliant plan of the Trojan Horse. The chieftains hid in that horse while the Greek Army relocated to the adjacent harbor and made it look as if they had left for good. However, a Greek named Sinon had remained to convince the Trojans to take the horse into the city, sealing their fate. My company had just used me as their "Sinon", the name we used for the maneuver, making the marines think we had retreated while at the same time gathering the very intel we needed to mount an assault. My helmet camera had recorded every inch of the compound when I was carried in and sent it all to my fellow spartan-IIIs. Now, with the knowledge of the layout of the compound, they struck.

The marines were caught by surprise. After all, how could anyone possibly evade the armored patrol in the forest? The answer was simple: taking a long loop around to the other approach. Gamma Company attacked from the south instead of the north. Dozens of marines were felled by tranq-rounds before they knew what was happening.

I heard the door blow open and turned my head to see Ash-G099, Ty, and Robin, stride into the block. They caught sight of me and sprinted over, helping me out of the force cage and onto the floor.

"Oh, Jesus, man..." Ty exclaimed, but I stopped him.

"Don't worry...it was fun," I cracked a faint smile. It was Ty's turn to carry me, now. Robin came over and joined us as we ducked and ran for the perimeter as loads of re-enforcements for the marines arrived. I saw Sam and Emma grab hold of the flag and sprint our way with it. We all grouped up and got the hell out of there, covered by a blanketing hail of tranq-rounds, courtesy of the rest of the company.

"So!" I managed to shout as we ran for the forest, "who thinks we'll be fighting Covies on Earth when we get outta here?"

"Naw," Robin shook his head, "There's no way those bloody aliens will find Earth, what with the Cole Protocol and all."

"I dunno," Em said, "They came so close so many times. I think it's inevitable."

"Fine, I'll tell you what," Robin rolled his eyes, "If we do end up doing as he said, fighting them on Earth when we get out and all, I'll let Alex give me a five star."

I smiled wolfishly and flexed my good hand. "You're on."

As my team reached the safety of the forest, the rest of the company melted away into the trees and underbrush.

The marines were left dazed and bewildered as the children who had just rampaged through their HQ vanished into the forest as suddenly as they had arrived.

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Im not gonna post Chapter 2 until I get more Comments.

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It's a great story. I'm interested in seeing what's gonna happen to the rest of GC.

Next chapter plz? :)

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Chapter Three: Beginning of the End

1600 Hours, October 21, 2552 (Military Calendar) \ (Five Years Later)
In Orbit of Earth, Sol System

UNSC Breath of Winter

Spartan III Alex-G004


I officially hate cryo-tubes. The only thing I hated more was probably the augmentation process I had to suffer through two years ago that made me and the rest of the company full-fledged super-soldiers. The cryo-tubes are these tubes that lie at a 45 degree angle against the walls of the chamber which stop the affects of aging during slipspace jumps. You have to strip down to nothing and lie down on the form-fitting gel-bed inside before the freeze occurs. It wasn't all that bad at first: I remember feeling very cold for a split-second before...well I can't remember anything after that because I forget most of my dreams as soon as I wake up.

No, the worst part of the damn things was waking up. I opened my eyes slowly, taking in my surroundings as the cryo-tube opened, allowing the dim light of the chamber stream in. The first thing I noticed was a gel-like fluid filling up my lungs and I immediately sat up and doubled over, choking so hard I was half-afraid my guts would come out.

I heard a shout and running footsteps and eventually felt a hand slam into my upper back. The effect was immediate: the fluid in my lungs came up and out of my mouth in a thick and violent stream which was absorbed by the gel-bed.

I still continued to cough until I was sure my lungs were completely clear. Breathing in sweet, wonderful recycled air of the naval vessel I looked up to see Robin standing over me, massaging his hand. I cracked a grin. "I thought I was supposed to give you the five-star."

"I can put that fluid back inside you if you want," Robin retorted as he extended a hand and helped me out of the tube.

"Yeah, but then you would have to deal with the wrath of my girlfriend," I shot back. Robin and I got along well. We had a love-hate friendship: constantly needling each other one minute and practically hugging the next.

My friendship with Sam had also blossomed over the past five years ever since I took a beating during that one class 12 training op. We finally became more than friends last year during a day of spotter sniper training on the Tree house: a platform on Onyx 100 meters off the ground set in the branches of a colossal banyan tree. Having relationships with comrades was frowned upon, but not specifically prohibited, and Lt. Commander Ambrose had overlooked Sam and I and kept us in the same team.

The Lt. Commander had not accompanied us off Onyx, for reasons of his own. I knew that our top three teams: Saber, Katana, and Gladius, had remained on Onyx to compete for top honors, so maybe he would follow us later with them, but I couldn't know for sure.

I followed Robin into the locker room outside of the cryo-chamber. It was here where most of Gamma Company were getting dressed into their combat fatigues and armor. We got to our lockers and opened them up, catching the armor and clothes before they fell.

Sam was already slipping her shirt on when we arrived. She nodded to us.

"Damn, if only we got here five seconds sooner..." I sighed in mock-sorrow.

Sam shot me a look and actually held it for a few seconds before a smile broke through. "Nice try," she said. She whipped her fiery red hair back and tied it to keep it out of her eyes while she put on and sealed her helmet.

I quickly pulled on my boxers, pants, and shirt.

"How'd your unfreezing go?" Sam asked me, ignoring Robin's inaudible chuckle.

"Well," I cleared my throat, "aside from nearly drowning and choking to death on the same crap in my lungs that's supposed to keep them from freezing up, pretty well."

Her expression immediately changed to one of concern. "Are you alright? Did it..."

I paused from sealing my lower and torso armor. "I'm breathing: that's good enough for me."

Em showed up a second later.

"Hello, fellow freaks," was her customary greeting. She whipped into her armor faster than a MAC cannon round.

"Ty back there?" Robin gestured towards the cryo-chamber where the last spartans were waking up.

"Probably not, I didn't see him," Em shrugged.

"No, Ty's already waiting in the hangar..." Sam started to say when the bright red emergency lights snapped on suddenly, bathing the room in a scarlet pallor, accompanied by a loud ship-wide alarm.

"All hands report to battle stations, all hands report to battle stations! This is not a drill, I repeat, this is NOT a drill!" the voice of a bridge officer came over the ship-wide COM.

"This can't be good..." Em broke the silence.

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[Bridge of the UNSC Breath of Winter]

The UNSC Breath of Winter was a rare improved Marathon-class Cruiser, containing a crew of roughly one thousand and manned by a whole battalion of marines from the 117th Marine Regiment. It was the apple of Research and Development's eye. The Winter had new pulse lasers made from reverse-engineered Covenant technology installed by the R and D experts, as well as specialized MAC cannons capable of firing multiple rounds at a time and able to turn 45 degrees in either direction independently of the ship, allowing for faster and more efficient firing procedures.

Captain Reginald Newman calmly paced the bridge, listening to the bridge crew's regular reports. Newman was a tall British man with a small yellow mustache who looked "complete" in a captain's uniform.

The Winter had been in Slipspace for well over a week following a jump from Onyx, a world Newman had never heard of before because it was not supposed to exist.

"What is our ETA?" he asked patiently.

The shipboard AI, Polaris, appeared over his projection pad. He took the shape of a detective in the stereotypical tan trench coat and low-brimmed fedora. He was an extremely useful part of the ship and was known for being logical to the extreme, usually talking more than was required. "We should be dropping back into normal space in approximately two minutes."

"Are all of the marines out of the cryo-chambers?" Newman inquired the AI.

"Affirmative."

Captain Newman's 1st Officer, Commander Lawrence Donnelly, hurried onto the bridge, breathing heavily. He had been personally overseeing the thawing out of the mysterious individuals in Cryo-Chamber Three. "Our precious cargo is hot."

Newman nodded. "Thank you, Commander, take the tactical station."

The Winter had been on a routine patrol around Sigma Octanus IV when Captain Newman had been contacted by an ONI official and ordered to proceed directly to the Zeta Doradus system. There, they had been escorted to the planet of Onyx and had a large group of over three hundred teenagers no older than sixteen transported onto his ship. They had proceeded directly to Cryo-Chamber Three, not telling him anything of their nature or purpose. The ONI official had been just as tight-lipped, merely ordering Newman to proceed to Earth.

The captain had been shocked. Proceeding straight to Earth would have been in direct violation of the Cole Protocol, the military law that forbade direct slipspace jumps to human worlds and, in the event of capture, the removal of any and all data from a ship's database that could lead the Covenant to said human worlds.

He had presented this argument to the ONI official, but the official disregarded him, saying that very soon the Protocol would not matter. This unsettled Newman greatly, but he followed his orders to the letter and was nearly finished carrying them out.

Lieutenants Hunter and Harrison entered the bridge, fresh out of the cryo-freeze, and took the helm and COM stations respectively while Lt. Commander Engleson manned the weapons station.

Polaris's green aura pulsed brightly as he finished calculations to drop out of the slipstream. "Returning to normal space...now..."

The ship rumbled as it snapped back into reality, flooding the sensors and monitors with the normal data and images that were non-existent in slipspace.

Unfortunately, those images were filled with roughly twenty Covenant frigates and cruisers assaulting the Home Fleet over Earth.

"Covenant?!" Engleson gasped, "Here, at Earth!!?"

"Battle stations!" Donnelly shouted, "Harrison, get the ship up to full readiness!"

Lt. Harrison activated the ship-wide COM which behaved like a PA system. "All hands report to battle stations, all hands report to battle stations! This is not a drill, I repeat, this is NOT a drill!"

"No use in observing from a distance," Newman said to Lt. Hunter on the helm, "Bring us in, nice and steady. Harrison," he turned to the communications officer, "get the marines and our precious cargo to the hangar bays."

Even as the Winter approached the raging orbital battle several Covenant frigates turned to intercept it. Their plasma cannons started to glow as the warmed up.

The bridge crew sprang into action, calling out data and relaying orders to the rest of the ship.

"Evasive maneuvers! Hard to starboard!" Newman shouted as the Covenant ships turned towards the Winter.

Lt. Hunter checked her console's readings and made course corrections to avoid collisions. "Evasive maneuvers, aye sir."

Polaris's aura flashed again as he calculated the Winter's odds of survival. "This is...ehm...not good. I calculate our odds of survival in a ship-to-ship engagement as..."

"I don't want to hear it," Newman cut the AI off, "Bring weapons systems online. Charge the MACs and plot a solution," Newman ordered as he sat in the captain's chair, "Gentlemen, we are about to make them regret being on the wrong side of this war."

  • 11.24.2009 2:30 PM PDT
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Seems you've stolen this work as well from another author, just like you stole mine.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5080839/1/The_Spartans_of_Gamma_C ompany

  • 12.03.2009 4:44 PM PDT

Posted by: LordMandalore
Seems you've stolen this work as well from another author, just like you stole mine.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5080839/1/The_Spartans_of_Gamma_C ompany


Wow Grunt, I can't believe you've done that...

  • 12.04.2009 1:20 AM PDT

The user should be banned now.

  • 12.04.2009 1:28 PM PDT

Halo: Heretic or Hero---An Elite's Story
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Posted by: LordMandalore
Seems you've stolen this work as well from another author, just like you stole mine.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5080839/1/The_Spartans_of_Gamma_C ompany


Did you ever think that the user who posted that could very well be him? Don't make accusations until we have full evidence.

What exactly did he 'steal' from you?

  • 12.04.2009 1:45 PM PDT

He most defiantly didn't write this. I know Grunt Killa.

  • 12.04.2009 1:53 PM PDT

Halo: Heretic or Hero---An Elite's Story
Choose your own destiny

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Forged in the Flames of Passion, go forth and represent!

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He most defiantly didn't write this. I know Grunt Killa.


Ah, you're right. I just looked at the other topic and found it.

C'mon, Grunt, really? Why? Why even waste your time doing something as low as this?

  • 12.04.2009 1:55 PM PDT

Rrk-blam!-. Shame on you.

Hey Murph, did you get your name from "Enemy of my Enemy"? :D

  • 12.04.2009 3:06 PM PDT
Subject: [FanFic] The Spartans Of Gamma Company [Chapter Two is Out!]

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

Oh dear, I hope there's a good explanation for this... I personally find now that whenever I write something and post it up here it's going to have a little less honour - because of you.

I guess that the phrase honour of a heretic is appropriate at this moment?

AND, you had a quote in the weekly update. Ouch.

[Edited on 12.04.2009 4:23 PM PST]

  • 12.04.2009 3:38 PM PDT
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*Facepalm*

You're disgraceful, Grunt... that's, what? Three things you've coppied now? My writing may not be very good, (mediocre at best) but atleast I actually WRITE my own stories.

  • 12.04.2009 5:58 PM PDT

I bet he won't show his face. Wuss.

  • 12.04.2009 10:09 PM PDT