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Subject: [STORY] WOLF SQUAD - Prologue (non-canon story)

Short story written by yours truly. This may/may not be continued depending on feed back and critiscm. Thanks for those who helped me find out how to get this onto bungie, your help was appreciated. Enjoy.

Jack's sweat condensed and steamed up his visor, obscuring the view of his HUD. He took blind shots, and the blood from his head wound trickled slowly down his forehead and into his eye. Rolling back into the pit, he panted and struggled to reload his battle rifle, the magazine seemed adamant that it would not go in. His hearing and vision was impaired all he saw was the swirling canopy of acid green leaves and all he heard was his own hammering pulse and his lifeblood pumping furiously round his head. But the worst sound he could hear were the fierce roars and snarls of the Honour Guards getting closer to the small dimple in the jungle floor where he lay.
Jack summoned the energy to get up. His HUD was flickering, damaged from the burning plasma shot he'd taken to the head. He stood strong, rifle aimed at the blind corner in the dirt track. A second passed where Jack could feel the complete humidity of the air trapped in his armour freeze. Suddenly, speeding round the corner, came a majestically fearsome elite, energy sword in hand. As it skidded round the corner, a cloud of dust rose up from the battered track. Jack calmed himself and fired. There was no room for error. The sound of the battle rifle seemed pathetic next to the fierce growls of the Honour Guard. It lunged. Time slowed to an antagonising pace where Jack saw everything he had done, right up to that exact moment. He saw his life from a third person view, watched himself grow into the hero he had become. In that last moment, he fired, right in the face of the elite, whose face was a foot away from Jack's own. It fell, and time returned to its normal pace, a pace that now seemed terrifyingly quick as the beast fell stone dead limp, only for two more elites to sprint round the corner. Jack fell to his knees, firing useless shots and spamming grenades in the wrong direction. None of his history came to him. All he saw was the charging elites. But, far in the distance he could hear, beyond the sound of his pumping blood, the roar of engines.
From above, two blindingly fast and lethally accurate sniper shots rained down, killing both the elites immediately, their purple blood spilling onto the sandy track. Jack fell face down into the pit that had twice been his deathbed. All he saw now was black, and all he heard was the rotors of the Kestrel drop-ship that hovered just a few feet above the jungle.
* * *
"You owe me an awful lot of whiskey, Jack," Tom grinned. Tom was standing over Jack, who was lying on his back, staring at Tom. Tom grabbed his hand and gave Jack his fried helmet back. They looked around the clearing, and at the three dead elites, now piled on top of each other in the corner. Jack wiped his face with his arm, staining the wrist guard of his grey camouflage MJOLNIR Mk IV with mud and blood. He looked down at his still-smouldering, smashed helmet. He had been policing the jungle after reports of Covenant movement. Jack had shot down three squads of grunts, bar one that had run through the endless maze of trees. He had pursued it for miles and finally they came to a cave. Desperate to complete what he had set out to do, he chased it further until he became encircled by Jackals. They repeatedly shot him, burning multiple patches of his armour. He retreated, leaving them with a grenade that he had hoped would wipe them out. Instead, it alerted three mysterious Honour Guard elites that had chased him all the way to the clearing. Jack cursed his error, and praised God for his luck. Had Tom not been there he'd be dead. And all Tom wanted in return was whiskey.
Tom learned of Jack's episode on the way back to base. The two walked over to the Kestrel drop-ship. Jack dropped himself onto the soft jump-seats, so glad to take the massive weight off his feet. Tom strolled up and clipped his sniper and Jack's battle rifle into the weapon holders by the seats in the Kestrel. He to sat down heavily on the seat. They stared into space for the entire journey, both phased by the events. Tom took off his helmet. Jack looked round at Tom.
"Seriously Tom, thanks. We can talk about this lightly and joke, but, the truth is, I was gonna die," Jack said, his voice was melancholic and sad. He had always been so confident in himself and his abilities. The predicament he had found himself in scared him, but one question nagged him.
"Look Jack, this is a war, and a b***** horrible one where almost everyone I love has died. You don't need to thank me, I don't want to lose another friend to the Covenant." Tom seemed less cheery than Jack had ever known him, and that saddened him further.
"What the hell were Honour Guards doing there though?" Jack asked to thin air. He was surprised when he got an answer from Tom:
"Covenant are here Jack. F****** Insurrectionists have been talking to the Covenant and sold us to them. There's going to be a lot more sorties now, grab ammo while you can."


[Edited on 12.21.2009 4:10 AM PST]

  • 12.21.2009 3:04 AM PDT
Subject: Trying to upload a piece of writing

You have to rewrite it. Copy and paste does not work for some reason.
Same happened to me with my story :/

  • 12.21.2009 3:25 AM PDT

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

Copy 'n' paste your text here. Then you can paste it on B.net.

  • 12.21.2009 3:26 AM PDT
Subject: [STORY] WOLF TEAM - Prologue (non-canon story)

thanks a bunch! Thread has been converted into the story now.

[Edited on 12.21.2009 3:43 AM PST]

  • 12.21.2009 3:33 AM PDT