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I love this keep it up :D

  • 05.02.2010 1:39 PM PDT

An assassin will always carry on, even after death.

Posted by: thefluud83
I love this keep it up :D

Its very good. Loads more popular than mine.

  • 05.02.2010 2:16 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project (Part Twenty Three Is Ready!}
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The squad piled into the pelican, and the hatch closed. There was the short moment of G-force as the pelican took off. Everyone sat down in their sheets, and relaxed. Shadow sat in the back by the cockpit with Saline, holding her hand. "I thought"

Saline removed Shadow's helmet, and kissed him. "I promised we'd leave something behind. Nothing can make me break it."

Bayard turned to Dante with a confused face, "Where's your demolition?"

"Gone." E18 replied. Dante looked at Private Silvers, "That was some good shooting you did back there. We could use someone like you in Red Team."

The Private nodded nervously. He knew how dangerous accepting this invitation was, but he was a Ranger after all, and it was about time he manned up.

The commander cleared his throat. "Our fleet is being torn apart, so we've made a change of plans. Haul ass."

"What about the evacuations?" Silvers asked.

"We've done all we can."

"Are you sure this is the right thing to do?" Dante said, looking Bayard dead in the eye.

"Probably not," Bayard replied, "But it's necessary."

"If we lose Earth, this will be a huge demoralization." 117 stated.

"We need our fleet Chief."

Shadow sat silently next to Saline. He never should have let Boomer come on the mission after seeing his country's capitol obliterated. He had most likely just gotten Boomer killed. "Let's resign."

"What?" Saline whispered.

"That was too close." Shadow said, "I can't lose you."

"We have a duty Terry." Saline replied.

Shadow frowned, "Saline, please. We've served our years. The UNSC has Dante and the Chief. Everything will be okay."

"Okay," Saline said quietly, "Where are we going to go."

"Reach has been unglassed, and it's nicer than ever. We could buy a place on an island, right on the shore."

"That sounds perfect." Saline whispered, closing her eyes and leaning on Shadow.

Dante looked away from the two, remembering what he had lost, but that was the way it had to be. He was a Spartan after all. He wasn't allowed to love. He learned a valuable lesson, the hard way. "Where are the rest of your fours?" The Chief asked.

Dante was silent for a moment, then spoke. "MIA."


3 months later


Terry sat on the edge dock of his ocean side home, his legs dangling over the edge. The sun beat down on his tan skin as he cast out his fishing line into the crystal clear water. Behind him was his house. It had an unpainted wooded exterior of vertical planks, and a thatched roof with an underlying wooden base.

The man felt a tug on his line, and began to reel it in. In a moment a tropical fish was dangling from his line, hanging right in front of him. He pulled the hook out of its lip, and threw it back into the ocean. A soft hand touched his muscular shoulder, and Saline sat down next to him. "Hey." She had grown her black hair past her shoulders, and the sun had darkened her fair skin.

"Hey beautiful," Terry flirted, "How's the baby?"

"The kid's a real kicker." The two laughed. Saline was only two weeks in. Saline always managed to make Terry laugh, not matter what mood he was in.

"Mike should be here soon. I can't believe how long it took him to get leave."

"Sorry for barging in," Mike said, "I knocked, but nobody answered."

The couple turned around to see Mike in a wheelchair, and missing an arm. A pang of guilt hit Terry. Somehow he felt guilty for this. "Good to see you Cani-Mike."

"Hi Mike." Saline smiled.

"You guys have it made out here." Mike said with a grin.

"Yeah," Saline replied, "It'll be a nice place to raise the baby."

"Oh yeah, I heard about that. I never got the chance to say congrats."

Terry smiled, "Thanks man. If you don't mind me asking-"

"Plasma bolt to the spine. I'm paralyzed from the waist down."

"Can they fix it?"

Mike shook his head, "No, not if it's a plasma hit."

"I'm sorry Mike." Terry said, frowning.

"Don't be man, It's about time I left the service anyway." Mike put on an unconvincing fake smile.

"Shall we go inside?" Saline asked, motioning to the house.

"Yeah yeah, sure." The three went inside, and into the living room. There was a table in the center with comfortable chairs a few feet away, and a couch behind it that faced a TV. Two sliding glass doors led back outside, and white hung at its sides.

Saline looked at Mike with a smile, "Can I get you anything?"

"No, thank you." Mike said, wheeling over behind the table. He pushed his arms up to get onto the couch. Terry moved in to help him, but mike sat back down in his wheelchair, and held up a hand. "I've got it." Again, he pushed his body up, and grabbed the arm of the couch, pulling himself up. He leaned forward, collapsed his wheelchair, then sunk back.

Terry sat down on the couch and Saline between them. "So," Terry said, "How's the rest of Red Team."

"Red Team broke up. After I got shot in the spine, one human hanging around with two Spartans seemed to be pointless."

"Private Silvers?"

"Lieutenant now," Mike corrected, "He's back with whatever's left of the Rangers."

"So it's just Dante and the Chief?" Saline asked.

"Yeah, they go by Hunter One. We lost contact with them about a week ago. God knows what they're up to."

Insurectionis Cruiser: Holy Penance//Elite Division

117 ducked under the wing of an energy sword, and elbowed the Elite in the spine, snapping it in half. Dante brought his boot down on the creature's head, sending a mixture of purple and grey across the floor. "What if that innie gave us false intel?"

The Chief shook his head. "Do we look like the people you should lie to?"

"Good point," Dante checked his HUD, and was pleased to see that they were almost at the bridge of the alien ship. "Alright, they'll probably try to delete the plans, so watch out for anyone who looks like they're up to it."

When the two Spartans got to the door to the bridge, it was locked. Dante ran forward, and smashed them open. He immediately dropped to the ground as a wall of plasma flew over his head.

The Chief ducked behind a bulkhead, narrowly avoiding the searing hot bolts of fire. Dante got up, and rolled behind a holo pad. The device was thrown into the air as a hunter smashed it with a near impenetrably shield.

E18 rolled to the side as the hunter brought the two spikes on the bottom of its shield down onto his previous position. The shield jammed itself in the floor, and the hunter was stuck.

Getting around behind it, Dante delivered a roundhouse kick to its back, splitting the creature in half. It's bond brother ran at the Spartan for vengeance, but an energy sword severed its head, and it dropped to the ground.

The Master Chief turned around, and lunged at an Elite, making a diagonal gash from its collar bone to the bottom of its ribs. Multiple plasma bolts splashed against the shields of 117's mark VII MJOLNIR armor as he whipped around, and returned fire.

A panicking grunt ran 117's way. The creature squieled and thrashed as The Chief snatched it. He swiftly drew a plasma grenade from his belt, stuck it onto the grunts methane tank, and threw the squirming creature into a crowd of elites.

"Fire in the hole!" The Chief shouted, crouching behind a station. There was a loud boom accompanied by the roar of flames that washed through the entire room, killing everything that didn't have significant cover, in other words, everyone but Dante and the Chief.

Dante slowly raised his head above his cover, and looked around the room. Scorched and mutilated bodies of insurrectionist Elites and grunts lay everywhere. "Nice improvisation." Dante said, standing up.

"Thanks." The Chief replied. The two Spartans went to the main console, and searched through its database. They located what they were looking for.

The Spartans scrolled through it, and Dante shook his head. "It just shows where their fleet is going to come out of slipspace, and their formations. There's nothing about the actual attack on Reach's surface.

"That's because they aren't going to take Reach," 117 replied, "They're going to glass it."



[Edited on 05.04.2010 8:02 PM PDT]

  • 05.02.2010 7:23 PM PDT

An assassin will always carry on, even after death.

Posted by: AssaultCommand
This also means they might be in cryo for ever. A good example of this is Linda from the novels. She's been in cryo since she got shot.

Linda is actually out of cryo.
I didn't really like the way that the ODSTs retired, in a war that serious they wouldn't have been allowed to.

  • 05.03.2010 1:39 AM PDT

How'd you find me?

That last part was kind of weird. How do you un-glass a planet? A glassing is burning the surface really badly with plasma until the surface has a glass like texture. Sometimes, not all of a planet is glassed, like Harvest, but usually a glassed planet is glassed, no matter what.

And as for Reach's tropical beach, Reach isn't tropical. It's rather cold and barren. There are beaches, I guess, but they're no fun to go to.

  • 05.03.2010 3:53 AM PDT

How'd you find me?

Actually, Reach has a lot of forests,I've got the Halo Encyclopedia, don't try to fight me on it. And Reach is kind of barren, they said so in the bungie vid-docs and game informer. You can even see all the dirt and small shriveled plants. Reach is only hospitable because it was terraformed.

  • 05.03.2010 4:09 AM PDT

Reach is twice the size of Earth. I'm sure that someone on a planet big is a tropical climate.

And is Terraforming a part of the Halo universe? I never realised that.

Anyway, I would have thought it possible to unglass a planet. Just solidify some of the liquid mantle beneath the glassed crust, break up the crust, et voilla! An eco-system and atmosphere would be hard to re-establish though.

[Edited on 05.03.2010 4:38 AM PDT]

  • 05.03.2010 4:35 AM PDT

An assassin will always carry on, even after death.

You can't un-glass a planet. You have to wait for the fire to go out and even then all the trees and other stuff is gone. All the water would have evapourated.

If a planets glassed it takes thousands of years to become anything even remotly close to what it was.

  • 05.03.2010 4:56 AM PDT

I am a god! I am prescient!
I am religion!
I see the future, I see the past
Follow me, follow the vision.
I have become the ultimate power, I am protection.
I am messiah, I am a tyrant.
i show the path to redemption to man and the universe!

It's a story, and the guy writing it can do whatever he wants in it.
[/other peoples logic]

  • 05.03.2010 9:18 AM PDT

How'd you find me?

All valid points. Let's just agree that it's time I shut up.

  • 05.03.2010 12:49 PM PDT
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Well, I see the glassing issue has been solved, but on to the story line topic.

The 2 retired. Of course soldiers wouldn't want to leave the war. Terry wanted to be with Saline, so he made a quick decision, possibly out of impulse. I never said he doesn't want to come back ;)

About the Spartans, there is no significant proof that they are dead or not. Saline may be wrong.

As for Sarah, all who wish for her to return say "I"

  • 05.03.2010 1:07 PM PDT

What a sniper can kill within a 1000 ft radius? A lot...

I have just read the entire thing and it's AWESOME!
I don't visit the Gallery often, and I just noticed your thread sitting at the top of everything and I clicked it. Oh, and bring Sarah back plz?

"I"

  • 05.03.2010 2:19 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project (Part Twenty Two Is Available!}
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P. 22



Pegasi Alpha:// Lieutenant Silvers// Convoy Interception[Content Unknown [High Priority]

Lieutenant Silvers crouched in a bush, his face painted. It was the dead of night, his squad on one side of the road, another across it, both of them concealed in the woods. "Jeffries, plant the explosives." He said over the COM. Private Jeffries crept out of the forest, placed small pebble looking pieces of C5 on the road, and moved back into the trees.

"The convoy is almost here." Private Florek said over the COM from the treetops. Only from his chest up was poking out of the leaves, making him nearly invisible. He zoomed in with his binoculars, and raised an eyebrow. "They're packing some serious firepower."

"What've they got?" Sergeant Dalson radioed from the opposite side of the road.

"Uhh," Florek zoomed in a bit more, "Eight tanks, six hogs, and two large vans with turrets positioned on the top.

"Sh1t." Silvers whispered, "Is there time to relocate the explosives into strategic positions?"

"Negative, they're too close."

"Damn."

"You know," Private Foley said, "They could have decided not to send us on a suicide mission. Why not send in a sh1t ton of marines or something?"

Silvers activated his night vision, and charged his silenced battle rifle. "Because Rangers lea-"

"Don't say it."

Florek un-slung the suppressed sniper from his back, and leveled it. "Alright, they're coming around the corner. "

"Alright," Silvers said, "You and Princess are to focus on the hog gunners, got it?"

"Stop calling me that as5 hole." Lauren, the second sniper, snapped.

Florek snorted, "Affirmative."

The convoy came around the corner of the dirt road, sweeping powerful flashlights into the woods. Everyone got low, and were still. The two tanks in the front of the convoy moved over the explosives. It was time. "Now!" Silvers shouted. Private Jeffries detonated the C5, destroying the two tanks in the front. "Rocket the rear tanks!" Two, then four rockets flew through the air, destroying the tanks in the back of the convoy. They were trapped.

Silent ticks from Florek and Lauren's sniper rifles were immediately accompanied by the death of warthog gunners. The living ones fired randomly into the woods, as did the foot mobiles. A Ranger was caught in the spotlight of a warthog chain gun, and torn to shreds by a hail of led. "Man down!" Dalson shouted, biting the pin off of a grenade and throwing it into a warthog.

The explosive landed right on the driver's lap. He uttered his last expletive, then turned into a cloud of blood and organs along with the rest of the warthog's inhabitants.

An insurrectionist foot mobile lit a flare, and threw it into the forest. Everything was too damp to light on fire, but it exposed the Rangers on Silvers' side of the road. Jeffries was shot in the gut by a three round burst, and he fell to the ground. A Ranger ran to him, locking his arms under those of the fallen soldier. A gunner from one of the four remaining tanks opened fire, killing them both. The gunner turned to Silvers, and pulled the trigger. The innie only had time to fire one bullet from the tank's chain gun before his head exploded from a sniper round. Silvers was unharmed.

The innie foot mobiles fell back behind the tanks, crouching low and not returning fire. This was bad, very bad. "Scatter!" Silvers shouted. A tank shell flew through the trees, slamming into a nearby ranger. The chunk of tungsten blew the soldier to pieces, spattering the Lieutenant with blood, and throwing him into a tree.

He couldn't tell who it was through his blurred vision, but someone picked him up, and heaved him over his shoulder, running further into the woods. When he was put down behind a rock, he felt a horrible pain in his shoulder, side, and leg. His vision cleared to see Private Mathews leaning over him. "Stay here!" He shouted over the noise of gunfire.

"Wait!" Silvers shouted as Mathews ran back to the battle. There was a loud "BOOM!" and a flash of light. In a few seconds, the cannon of a scorpion tank landed feet from the Lieutenant. "That would have hurt." He said, pulling himself out from behind the rock with one arm.

Dalson fired a shot into an innies head, slid across the front of a tank, shot the gunner, and swung around behind it, jamming a grenade it its vent. He jumped back as the tank exploded. That was number two. The Rangers had moved into the convoy, using wrecked vehicles as cover. As long as they were within the mess of metal, the tanks would be too close to fire. However, they still had to deal with the foot mobiles.

The Sergeant jumped onto the back of a warthog, tore off its gun, and released its wrath on the back of a tank. The bullets ripped through the vent, and into the vehicles interior, causing to to burst into flames, one more to go. He moved for the last when someone grabbed him from behind, and swung a knife around towards his chest. He stopped it with his hands, pushing back as hard as he could, but the man was too strong.

The knife came closer and closer to Dalson's chest. The rest of the Rangers were preoccupied, leaving no one to save him. The tip of the blade stuck into his skin, this was it. Then he heard his attacker grunt, and he released him. "You're welcome." Lieutenant Silvers said as he lay on the ground with a grin. Dalson turned to attack the last tank, but saw that a ranger had pulled the innie out of it, and was running his knife into the man's heart. The battle was over.

"You alright?" Dalson asked.

"I think the whole right side of my body is broken."

"Ouch," The Sergeant looked around, "Jackson! The LT needs a little help over here!" A Ranger walked up to the Sergeant, and held up Jackson's dog tags, a blank expression on his face. Dalson cursed under his breath. "Alright, you're going to have to hold out until the pelican gets here. Everyone, breach the trucks!"

The Rangers moved to the doors to the two trucks tails. They cut the lock with blowtorches, and pulled them open. "Don't shoot!" A voice said, coming from the truck Dalson was at. An innie walked out of the pitch black tail, his hands in the air, "I surre-" Dalson put a bullet in the man's head, and turning his gun's flashlight on, stepped into the tail. He scanned the interior. It was full of frosted over crytubes. Dalson approached one with A16 faintly visible under the layer of frost. He tucked his rifle under his arm so that the light was shining on the tube, and wiped off some of the frost.

There, behind the glass, was a huge armored figure, half of her helmet gone, and her rib cage exposed. Checking the vital signs on the side of the tube, Dalson saw she was alive. The Sergeant moved to the next tube, and brushed the frost off. Yet another armored figure was behind the glass.

Dalson unholstered his radio, and sent a direct COM beam to the stealth ship overhead. "We're going to need some more pelicans. Tell them to bring heavy lifting gear."


[Edited on 05.04.2010 4:48 AM PDT]

  • 05.03.2010 8:17 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project (Part Nineteen Is Ready!) FIXED ISSUE

What a sniper can kill within a 1000 ft radius? A lot...

w00t!
You brought back the spartans!!!
Yay!

  • 05.04.2010 1:22 AM PDT

Churning these out! I like it.

I was amused when I read that Silvers became an LT. Private to lieutenant in 3 months? He must have saved the world at least twice. :D

  • 05.04.2010 4:04 AM PDT

How'd you find me?

Nice job, munchies. I'm glad Sarah's still alive, maybe Dante will get a chance to make out with someone, but he's a robot now, so not likely.

  • 05.04.2010 5:04 AM PDT

An assassin will always carry on, even after death.

Actually the only mechancal parts Spartans have in them are thier neural implants. The rest is just cement and stuff

  • 05.04.2010 1:44 PM PDT