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Subject: [Story] Noble Team on Reach~ Chapter 5 ''Geronimo''...
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T.O.A.S.T stands for: Totally. Over. Analyzing. Short. Trailers.

A story based on the welcome to reach trailer.

The characters are from the trailer, although i've added names for them, which are entirely my own idea, nothing cannon.

The guy in the EVA, i'm going to call Mike.
The Sniper is Edward.
Lone Wolf will be revealed.
The new vehicle is going to be called Finch.

Rated T for mild swearing.

Chapter one

''This is Sierra-Three-Two-Zero prepared for combat insertion'' Kat declared over her comm, before turning it off. She looked around the Finch's launch bay, Jorge was cradling a Spartan Laser, Mike was still cleaning his blade. Edward was scanning the luscious countryside through his Sniper rifle scope. Carter was holding his Battle Rifle, staring out at the ensuing space battle.


Kat herself, was gently flexing her mechanical arm. She could hear the hissing as it moved. ''Noble Team, proceed to MAC generator complex beta'' HIGHCOM said. Kat felt the Finch change course, slowly cresting a mountain, giving a spectacular view of Reach. Tall, green trees dotting the landscape, but the predominant feature was large black craters, which had been spacecraft or tanks.

''ETA, one minute'' The finch's pilot told them. Kat pulled her helmet off, then ran her hand through her short hair. She knew the short hair made her unattractive.... but she didn't care. Her job was to Kill covenant, not be eye candy for men. Taking a long, deep breath of the crisp Reach air, she put her helmet back on. ''Weapons check'' Carter said. The Spartans went through their standard weapons check, The rhythmic Clinks, Snicks and clacks sounded around the Finch's loading bay. Kat checked her prototype Battle Rifle, everything was working. The rifle was something she was still getting used too, the squad had only received them a week ago.

''Oh man.... Poor bastards'' The pilot muttered, he had just seen the Generator complex. The large parade ground, was littered with corpses. Several shells of destroyed vehicles littered the ground, Scorpions, Gruffly's and Wraiths were the predominant thing.

''Look's like we're on our own'' Carter said, climbing off the finch. The squad followed, slowly walking over the bodies. 'Man...... Okay, good luck Spartans'' The pilot said, before the finch lifted off.


''Let's get this place cleaned up'' Carter said, looking around the parade ground.

AN/
Sorry it's so short, the following chapters will be longer.


[Edited on 12.18.2009 7:56 PM PST]

  • 12.15.2009 9:13 AM PDT
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Chapter 2

Kat sat in her bunker, sorting through all the weapons that had been recovered from the battlefield. There was surprisingly few, for a marine company of 500, which had been guarding the facility. Around 400 M6D's Standard build, 98 MA5B's, 77 Battle rifles, 22 Sniper Rifles, 8 SpnKR Rocket launchers and a collection of Shotguns. No M7's? Kat thought, as she lined the weapons up in holders, for future use. They were going to need them.

The smell of freshly set polycrete wafted around the bunker, which was slowly drying in the sun. It was amazing what the Spartans had achieved in one hour. The parade grown was now completely clear, no bodies, or shells of vehicles for the enemy to hind behind. Seven new polycrete bunkers had sprung up, each for one spartan and a spare one for weapons. That was where Kat was at the moment, acting as quartermaster.

''How's the AAA coming?'' Mike asked over the Comm, he was addressing Carter, but put it on the team channel, so everyone could hear the answer.

''Finished, I'm setting up the Mines now..... Kat, how many weapons?'' Carter replied, he was breathing heavily, indicating he was running.

''Enough to go around, no M7's though'' Kat noted. The roaring of Pelicans started, Kim popped her head out of the bunkers machine gun hole. There were several hundred pelican's flying overhead, all heading in one direction.

''Hand out the weapons, two of each'' Carter ordered, before cutting the comm. Kat sighed, stood up and picked up a rocket launcher.

She exited the bunker, with two rocket launchers on her back, a M6D on each leg and holding a MA5B in each hand.

'' Delivery!'' She said, walking into the 'Lone wolf's' bunker. He was sitting on a ammo box, manning a stationary, six barrelled machine gun. He whipped round when she walked in, then relaxed when she saw who it was. '' Where do you want them?'' She asked, holding up the MA5B's.

He pointed to a corner, then returned to manning the machine gun. Kat silently dropped the weapon, then exited the bunker. Sensing lone wolf wasn't one to talk.

*

Half-a-hour later, Kat was sitting on a ammo box in her bunker, manning her salvaged 6-barreled mini gun. She had just finished delivering the weapons. Every bunker now had two MA5B, three M6D's, two shotgun, two sniper rifles, two battle rifles and a rocket launcher.

The steady beeping of the long range sensors echoed around her helmet. They were their early warning system. It was strangely quiet.... the quiet before the storm.


Bdeeeep,Bdeeeep,Bdeeeeep

There comes the storm.

[Edited on 12.15.2009 2:12 PM PST]

  • 12.15.2009 2:11 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Noble Team on Reach.~ Chapter 2 Now up
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

It's alright. For a first, its good. Certaintly better than my first try. The thing is, I don't really like how it is based off of the reach trailor. The writing was nice, though, and you had some cool phrases in there too.

  • 12.15.2009 2:36 PM PDT
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Posted by: Dead Major
It's alright. For a first, its good. Certaintly better than my first try. The thing is, I don't really like how it is based off of the reach trailor. The writing was nice, though, and you had some cool phrases in there too.


are you saying you want me to try something.... original. With original characters and stuff. cause i can do that if you want?

  • 12.15.2009 2:53 PM PDT

There once was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly that everyone died.

The end.

SCFH

So far so good. I'm really liking it. Just a word of advisory; don't post another chapter until the most recent one was commented on. It just creates suspension and curiosity. If no one those comments on it, just bump. But don't make it look like a bump, and the story won't be locked.

  • 12.15.2009 3:52 PM PDT
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Posted by: Halfa55al
So far so good. I'm really liking it. Just a word of advisory; don't post another chapter until the most recent one was commented on. It just creates suspension and curiosity. If no one those comments on it, just bump. But don't make it look like a bump, and the story won't be locked.


Thanks for the tip.

  • 12.15.2009 3:54 PM PDT

Pretty unimaginative. Do something original.

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Posted by: Wolverfrog
Pretty unimaginative. Do something original.


come again

  • 12.15.2009 5:00 PM PDT

¡Hoka Hey!

Good Work, Really.

I Noticed This:
Ed was still cleaning his blade. Mike was scanning the countryside through his Sniper rifle scope
I Think You Were Trying To Say:
Mike was still cleaning his blade. Ed was scanning the countryside through his Sniper rifle scope

A Little Mistake...

  • 12.15.2009 5:45 PM PDT

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

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

Posted by: Wolverfrog
Pretty unimaginative. Do something original.


Agreed 100%. No offense to the OP, but all of you guys are waaaaay overpraising this piece. It is, as Wolverfrog put it, a bit unimaginative and bland.

  • 12.15.2009 5:48 PM PDT
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Thanks, i'm updating now.

To Sergeant Murph and Wolverfrog. Sorry if you don't like my story, it's your loss.

:) for all the reviews.

  • 12.15.2009 5:51 PM PDT

¡Hoka Hey!

Posted by: Wolverfrog
Pretty unimaginative. Do something original.

Posted by:Sergeant Murph
Agreed 100%. No offense to the OP, but all of you guys are waaaaay overpraising this piece. It is, as Wolverfrog put it, a bit unimaginative and bland.

It's Not a Contest, If You Don't Like It You Can Do a Constructive Critic Guys, Not This Crap.

[Edited on 12.15.2009 5:58 PM PST]

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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Posted by: Lestat 1976
Posted by: Wolverfrog
Pretty unimaginative. Do something original.

Posted by:Sergeant Murph
Agreed 100%. No offense to the OP, but all of you guys are waaaaay overpraising this piece. It is, as Wolverfrog put it, a bit unimaginative and bland.

It's Not a Contest, If You Don't Like It You Can Do a Constructive Critic Guys, Not This Crap.


They are brutally honest. Without that kind of honesty, nobody would make it anywhere. They aren't being asses. Even if you don't believe it, that is constructive critisicm. Yeah, and don't bump. The mods see through it, and its anoying.

[Edited on 12.15.2009 6:32 PM PST]

  • 12.15.2009 6:31 PM PDT

¡Hoka Hey!

Posted By:Dead Major
They are brutally honest. Without that kind of honesty, nobody would make it anywhere. They aren't being asses. Even if you don't believe it, that is constructive critisicm. Yeah, and don't bump. The mods see through it, and its anoying.

First:
Constructive criticism is kindly meant that has a goal of improving some area of another's person life or work. Often constructive criticism refers specifically to the critique of someone else's written or artistic work, in perhaps a teacher/student setting, that would allow that person to further improve the work or to improve their approach to future endeavors.
Generally, constructive criticism should address an area that needs improving but does not speak to the person's self. Constructive criticism should be a reasoned, unemotional response in an effort to teach.
Full Explanation

Second:
*All general rules about bumping still apply. In other words, if your post is not directly in response to another user's reply who posted after the last time you did, your post is almost certain to be viewed as a "bump" by the moderators.
According To This I Didn't Bump.



[Edited on 12.15.2009 9:59 PM PST]

  • 12.15.2009 9:58 PM PDT

I'm someone you knew, maybe even were friends with.....but from another time...another place.

The Mayans were the most epic trolls EVAR.

Not that bad, man. Just try and be a little more original. Don't base everything off of the trailer.

Other than that, it's ok.

  • 12.16.2009 3:03 AM PDT
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A short Chapter.

Warm up

Chapter 3

Kat-320 waited, the beeping of the sensors the only sound in the bunker. '' Activating Alpha Layer of Lotus Anti-Tank Mines'' Carter whispered over the radio. There was a collection of Massive explosions. ''Bingo'' Mike whispered, observing the STARS feed. ''counting excess of 10 Wraith's destroyed''

The wispy sound of Banshee's wafted into the bunker. ''Anti-Air units activated'' Carter whispered. Kat could see the pod of Arjent SAM missiles, rotate. They activated. Whooosh.

It was soon raining Banshees, purple sparks filling the air, as the broken shells hit the ground. ''Dropships'' Edward observed. He was perched ontop of one of the circular generators, underneath a photo-reactive sheet. ''Anaconda's'' Carter replied. The rythmic Thud, of the Anaconda's loading, could be heard. The sky was lit up, as the missile fired, flew through the air, then collided with the incoming dropship.

''Activating main layer of Asteroidia's'' Carter noted. This was followed by the smaller thumps, of the anti-personnel mines. The hastily lain Mine field, did it's job, A large amount of Red dots disappeared. There was a roar..... a mighty roar. More mighty than any a lion on Earth, this roar ran straight through you, chilling you to the bone. The Spartans didn't. They had heard that roar many times before. What ensued, were bloody battles.

''Here they come'' Edward announced, as about a thousand Grunts burst into the Complex, right into he over-lapping fire of the Bunkers. ''Weapons free''.

  • 12.16.2009 4:14 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Noble Team on Reach.~ Chapter 3 Now up
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Okay.... as Certain people are saying i'm not original enough.

The next chapter will be about my own made-up charachter, so update will be tomoz.

alternatively, you can check out my other story. Loosing Everything

which has no cannon characters in.

[Edited on 12.17.2009 4:54 AM PST]

  • 12.16.2009 12:14 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] One Day Like This.~ Chapter 4 ''Trainees'' ...
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Chapter 4


Holo-diary of Marine Trainee Will Exeter.
Reach Marine Training, Alpha Complex.
29th August, 2552.


God.... this Marine training is hard.... I Mean Really hard. Mind, it's nearly finished, only 2 weeks left until graduation, YAY.

30th August 2552.
0530.


''Wake it and shake it, the Covenant are bringing you breakfast'' Drill Sergeant John Johnson shouted into the Barracks. William Exeter woke, the seventh word jolting him out of a deep, sleepless dream. Sitting up on his small camp bed, he looked around the barracks. The other marines were in a similar state of alertness. ''Did Sarge just say what I think he said?'' Joshua said, always being the first one to speak.

''I did, so stop pissing around and report to the armoury'' Sergeant Johnson said, everyone jumped out of bed, all pretense of sleep gone. The Covenant had found Reach.

*

''Okay Private, You've passed the last stage of training, welcome to the corp'' Sergeant Johnson shouted, all the trainees were lined up, the arrows on their shoulders, indicating they were now, fully fledged Marines.....

''Now, we are protecting Generator Complex 1''Sergeant Johnson shouted, the Squad stood to attention, a little sloppily, due to their in-experience. ''Now let's move, transport pelican's are waiting for us''

*

Bdeeep, Bdeeep... Bdeeep.

Will considered turning the volume down on his laptop.... but decided against it. The small computer was currently linked to the minefield and the outlying range finders. It was beeping as the range finder swung round, currently only finding Green dots, not Red ones..... thank god.

He was keeping one eye (Literally) on his team. The small screen covering his left eye, showing the where-abouts of his squad mates. The bunker he was currently sitting in, was 4 miles west of the complex, it was the advanced warning unit. Of course he was only covering one road, there was another two roads that approached the base. One was 30 metres wide and designed for the main traffic, another was single track, but that one led to a 200 metre drop into the Mariah lake. The one he was guarding, led to the closest city, which was currently under attack from the covenant.

The surrounds of the complex was mainly forests, impossible for heavy armour to move through. That's what made the bunkers so effective, they were on massive choke points.

His left eye blinked..... the screen had just broke to static. 'or Staticified' as Joshua liked to call it. William tapped the small piece of holo-plastic. Nothing happened. He pulled off his light, metal helmet and inspected it.

Everything seemed to be in working order....

The entire base couldn't have been destroyed...... could it. William began to panic slightly..... STARS!! One of the feeds must have broken. Re-assuring himself, he put his helmet back on.

Just to make sure, he poked his head out of the bunker and looked back at the Complex. The Forest cut off his view. Great, now I'll never know.

He had to stay at his post, abandoning it to go and check on the complex, could put the entire defence of the base in compromise.

*

1:30 hours later.

Nothing had happened. A few explosions in the sky, but nothing out of the ordinary. A flight of Finches had past over, hundreds of Pelicans.... but not Covenant.

Bdeep,Bdeep.Bdeep
The Reassuring sound of the Range finders..... was beginning to drive William mad. He glanced at his holo-watch. His relief should be here soon. Finaly relief from the Range-

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPP

Huh?

William glanced at the laptop's screen. A massive blob of Red was advancing ''-blam!-!'' William said out loud. He frantically tried to access the STARS feed. ''God pieces of flying -blam!-'' Will shouted, the STARS were still down. William glanced at the Rangefinders. They were getting closer.

''Complex, Large enemy column advancing down Road Victoria, retreating back to the Complex'' He shouted into his comm, before grabbing the 6-barreled Gatling gun, dis-connecting it from the base.

He climbed out the bunker, his special Warthog ARRFT was waiting for him. He threw the bulky gun onto the passenger seat, then dropped back into the bunker. The Laptop was still beeping frantically, William grabbed it, looking at the screen. The red Blob was now directly over the square collection of green blobs. ''And.... Boom'' William said, pressing the return button.

The road, detonated.


[Edited on 12.18.2009 9:26 AM PST]

  • 12.17.2009 5:02 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Noble Team on Reach.~ Chapter 3 Now up

Pretty good, although you're getting some words wrong. Like 'Past' rather than 'Passed', or 'Core' rather than 'Corps.'

Make sure to check over it.

And, same problem with the last one, you're not using punctuation after speech. And still quite a lot of elapses.

I may seem like a moaning old man here, but trust me, this sort of feedback is a lot more helpful than people just going "cool moar parts plz."

Also, I advise you emphasise some words. I'm no good at explaining, so I'll use an example.

"The Covenant just caved in the tunnels up ahead. We are screwed man, screwed!"

The italicised word makes it seem like the person speaking has put more force on the word. It makes for a more interesting and varied read.

  • 12.17.2009 5:22 AM PDT
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Posted by: Wolverfrog
"cool moar parts plz."


Will do. lol.

Thanks i appreciate the help, and thanks for the advice. Italics i will work on.

  • 12.17.2009 5:29 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Noble Team on Reach.~ Chapter 4 ''Trainees''...

¡Hoka Hey!

What Wolverfrog Just Did Is What I Call a Constructive Criticism And He Knows What Is Talking About.

You're Doing Well, Keep Working.

[Edited on 12.17.2009 5:16 PM PST]

  • 12.17.2009 5:13 PM PDT
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Chapter 5

07:30

The Battle was going well. Their battle was. Reach's battle wasn't. ODG-331 had just been destroyed, along with it, most of the SPARTAN's. Now the MAC guns were slowly being melted, one-by-one.

Kat-320.... could care about that at the moment. She was presently locked in a battle with a particularly crafty Elite. Plasma blade vs Pure MJOLNIR/Spartan Strength.

*

The Special Issue ARRFT Warthog bounced along the road. Will enjoyed driving the warthog, he had always been a good driver. The sight of the Chain link fence, that surrounded the Complex, suddenly came into view. William drove through the destroyed gate..... not good.

''-blam!-'' Will said, as he entered the complex. Everything that should have been there..... wasn't. The bunkers which had been there, were now smoking wrecks. In there place were hastily built, poly-crete bunkers. The Scorpion main battle tanks, were nowhere to be seen. The Company of 500 Marines, Of which Will had been a part. Were now smoking corpses, all piled up against the chain link fence. William Nearly lost his stomach. The Warthog screeched to a halt in the middle of the Complex.

He wanted to scream, all this had happened...... and he had hid in his bunker, un-aware of his Company's plight.

A extremely disconcerting sight suddenly met his eyes. A SPARTAN appeared to hugging a Elite. The two figures were standing a few feet away from his warthog, wrapped around each other. Will wasn't sure which bit was more strange. The fact that a proper SPARTAN was standing in front of him, or the fact that it was hugging a Elite.

With a wet Squelch the Spartan withdrew a Energy Sword from the Elite's stomach. oh Will thought, realising that it hadn't been a hug, rather a death grip. The SPARTAN flicked off the sword before tossing it on the ground. The figure turned it's visor on Will, who suddenly felt very..... scared. ''Who are you?'' it asked, with thick Russian accent and a voice which Will guessed was a woman's. The SPARTAN was.... elegant..... well as much as a suit of armour, weiging 1000 pounds, could be elegant. It was a pleasant blue colour, dashed with the odd splash of purple blood.

''P-private William Exeter'' Will stammered. The blank look of the visor, much scarier than any Drill sergeant's angry face. The SPARTAN picked it's discarded MA5B rifle off the Complex's floor. Another SPARTAN suddenly appeared, jumping out of a bunker. It ran at a startling speed towards the warthog, before jarring to a halt, just in front of the Jeeps bumper.

This SPARTAN was a lot scarier than the first one. It was HUGE at least 7 and a half feet tall, chunky armour, holding a 6 barrelled Gatling gun and covered in purple blood, it was truly terrifying. No elegance about this brute. Will suddenly realised that the first one was a female SPARTAN, This was a male SPARTAN. Christ, poor Covvie bastards Will thought, suddenly feeling very sorry for any Covenant, which had the misfortune to meet one of these.


The large figure turned to the comparatively small figure of the blue SPARTAN. '' They just ordered April'' he said, in a pleasant British accent.

Order April..... uh-oh Will thought. Order April was the general order for retreat. Reach had been lost, he was trapped, going to die, surrounded by a load of SPARTAN's and aliens.

"We need to get out of here" The female SPARTAN said, looking around at Will, then back at the massive SPARTAN.

"Agreed-"

"How? All the roads are crammed with aliens" Will said, slightly panicky. The two SPARTAN's looked at him, both visors showing Bugger all.

"The road you just came do-"

"It's got about 50,000 bad guys coming down it" Will said, now officially freaking out. The SPARTAN's exchanged glances, if you could see their faces....

Another massive SPARTAN appeared, this one with a massive white skull painted on it's helmet. It was carrying a shotgun, with a under-slung grenade launcher.

"What about that road" The new SPARTAN asked, pointing to the thin, mud road which ran out of the base.

"Ends in a 200 foot drop into the Mariah" William said, still panicking. The SPARTAN's all looked at his Warthog and the Rockets which had been fastened onto the side.

"You've got Retro's and hovers" Mike observed. "Good, plan sorted, let's hit the road" He said, disappearing back into a bunker.

"OI hang on, what ab-" Will started to protest.

"Just drive, we'll catch you up" The other MASSIVE SPARTAN said. Will started the Engine and drove out of the Complex.

*

"Christ, trust our luck to get him" Jorge grunted, as he lifted a J-7 backpack on.

"Come on, The covvies are about to get here" Carter said, already in his J-7.

The SPARTAN's ran out of the base, just as a Wraith tank entered the Complex.

*
The Warthog bounced, Will concentrated. The Lush Reach forest was flying past him, a blur as the Jeep blasted along the path. He glanced in his rear-view mirror. The SPARTAN's were there, keeping pace with the Warthog. There was six of them now, all sprinting, wearing ultra-modern J-7 jump-packs.

The Road suddenly ended, Will focused on his mirror, didn't see it. The Warthog flew off the edge and plummeted towards the lake....

  • 12.18.2009 7:54 PM PDT
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Chapter 5

07:30

The Battle was going well. Their battle was. Reach's battle wasn't. ODG-331 had just been destroyed, along with it, most of the SPARTAN's. Now the MAC guns were slowly being melted, one-by-one.

Kat-320.... could care about that at the moment. She was presently locked in a battle with a particularly crafty Elite. Plasma blade vs Pure MJOLNIR/Spartan Strength.

*

The Special Issue ARRFT Warthog bounced along the road. Will enjoyed driving the warthog, he had always been a good driver. The sight of the Chain link fence, that surrounded the Complex, suddenly came into view. William drove through the destroyed gate..... not good.

''-blam!-'' Will said, as he entered the complex. Everything that should have been there..... wasn't. The bunkers which had been there, were now smoking wrecks. In there place were hastily built, poly-crete bunkers. The Scorpion main battle tanks, were nowhere to be seen. The Company of 500 Marines, Of which Will had been a part. Were now smoking corpses, all piled up against the chain link fence. William Nearly lost his stomach. The Warthog screeched to a halt in the middle of the Complex.

He wanted to scream, all this had happened...... and he had hid in his bunker, un-aware of his Company's plight.

A extremely disconcerting sight suddenly met his eyes. A SPARTAN appeared to hugging a Elite. The two figures were standing a few feet away from his warthog, wrapped around each other. Will wasn't sure which bit was more strange. The fact that a proper SPARTAN was standing in front of him, or the fact that it was hugging a Elite.

With a wet Squelch the Spartan withdrew a Energy Sword from the Elite's stomach. oh Will thought, realising that it hadn't been a hug, rather a death grip. The SPARTAN flicked off the sword before tossing it on the ground. The figure turned it's visor on Will, who suddenly felt very..... scared. ''Who are you?'' it asked, with thick Russian accent and a voice which Will guessed was a woman's. The SPARTAN was.... elegant..... well as much as a suit of armour, weiging 1000 pounds, could be elegant. It was a pleasant blue colour, dashed with the odd splash of purple blood.

''P-private William Exeter'' Will stammered. The blank look of the visor, much scarier than any Drill sergeant's angry face. The SPARTAN picked it's discarded MA5B rifle off the Complex's floor. Another SPARTAN suddenly appeared, jumping out of a bunker. It ran at a startling speed towards the warthog, before jarring to a halt, just in front of the Jeeps bumper.

This SPARTAN was a lot scarier than the first one. It was HUGE at least 7 and a half feet tall, chunky armour, holding a 6 barrelled Gatling gun and covered in purple blood, it was truly terrifying. No elegance about this brute. Will suddenly realised that the first one was a female SPARTAN, This was a male SPARTAN. Christ, poor Covvie bastards Will thought, suddenly feeling very sorry for any Covenant, which had the misfortune to meet one of these.


The large figure turned to the comparatively small figure of the blue SPARTAN. '' They just ordered April'' he said, in a pleasant British accent.

Order April..... uh-oh Will thought. Order April was the general order for retreat. Reach had been lost, he was trapped, going to die, surrounded by a load of SPARTAN's and aliens.

"We need to get out of here" The female SPARTAN said, looking around at Will, then back at the massive SPARTAN.

"Agreed-"

"How? All the roads are crammed with aliens" Will said, slightly panicky. The two SPARTAN's looked at him, both visors showing Bugger all.

"The road you just came do-"

"It's got about 50,000 bad guys coming down it" Will said, now officially freaking out. The SPARTAN's exchanged glances, if you could see their faces....

Another massive SPARTAN appeared, this one with a massive white skull painted on it's helmet. It was carrying a shotgun, with a under-slung grenade launcher.

"What about that road" The new SPARTAN asked, pointing to the thin, mud road which ran out of the base.

"Ends in a 200 foot drop into the Mariah" William said, still panicking. The SPARTAN's all looked at his Warthog and the Rockets which had been fastened onto the side.

"You've got Retro's and hovers" Mike observed. "Good, plan sorted, let's hit the road" He said, disappearing back into a bunker.

"OI hang on, what ab-" Will started to protest.

"Just drive, we'll catch you up" The other MASSIVE SPARTAN said. Will started the Engine and drove out of the Complex.

*

"Christ, trust our luck to get him" Jorge grunted, as he lifted a J-7 backpack on.

"Come on, The covvies are about to get here" Carter said, already in his J-7.

The SPARTAN's ran out of the base, just as a Wraith tank entered the Complex.

*
The Warthog bounced, Will concentrated. The Lush Reach forest was flying past him, a blur as the Jeep blasted along the path. He glanced in his rear-view mirror. The SPARTAN's were there, keeping pace with the Warthog. There was six of them now, all sprinting, wearing ultra-modern J-7 jump-packs.

The Road suddenly ended, Will focused on his mirror, didn't see it. The Warthog flew off the edge and plummeted towards the lake....

  • 12.18.2009 7:55 PM PDT