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How'd you find me?

I meant metaphorically, like he was dead on the inside, like a robot.. basically, what you just said.

  • 05.04.2010 1:46 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project (Part Twenty Two Is Available!}
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P.23



Dante and the Chief exited slipspace into an orbit around reach. Chief patched in a COM to the HQ orbital defense station where Commander Bayard was located, "This is Sierra 117, hold your fire. We've hijacked a the cruiser. Permission to board?"

Permission granted, Bayard's voice replied, Where the hell have you two been?

"We don't really know." Dante answered, "But we have some bad news."

Dante and the Chief stepped out of their phantom, and into the hangar of the orbital defense HQ. Bayard walked past a moving crate, and stopped in front of the two Spartans. They saluted, and the Commander saluted back. "Good to see you two again."

"Likewise sir." The Chief replied.

Bayard looked at Dante with a sort of satisfaction. "Chief, come with me to my office. Dante, report to bunk twelve."

Dante nodded, checking the map of the station to find his way. The Chief and Bayard went their separate way. Dante took one last look at them, and headed to the bunks. Dante didn't like being excluded, but if the order came from Bayard, it was always important. He entered the elevator, pressing the button to lead him to the correct floor.

The Spartan watched through the glass window as he moved above floor after floor. The HQ was a spectacular sight. It was very friendly. Large windows were placed in certain areas for the crew to go on their free time, and sit among foliage planted around them. Crew comfort seemed to be something of value in the platform.

When Dante reached the correct floor, he stepped out of the elevator and headed down the hall. He removed his MJOLNIR helmet, and opened the door to bunk twelve. He froze in place, and dropped his helmet. It made a clank as it hit the floor and rolled. His Spartan Fours gave him a synchronized salute. "At ease." He whispered.

Sarah pushed her way through the Spartans, ran to Dante, and grabbed the front of his MJOLNIR armor. Being the fastest of all the Spartans, there was no way to evade A16. She pulled Dante at her, and pressed his lips against hers.

The kiss didn't last long, because Dante pushed her away in less than a second. "That was extremely inappropriate soldier!" All of the Spartans but Sarah knew what had just happened. It was too horrible to watch, so they turned away, and went about their business silently. A sad, confused look spread across Sarah's face. It took her a moment, then she realized what was wrong. Her eyes became watery, and she winced as she fought the tears with all of her strength. "M-my apologies sir. I wasn't thinking." She spun around as the first tear drop rolled down her cheek, trying to hide it from E18. She quickly walked to the back of the bunk, a shamed look on her face. The other Spartans took quick glances at her as she went by.

Cody got up, and approached Dante. "Sir, permission to speak freely?"

"Permission granted." Dante replied.

"Your response to Sarah was extreme. She's broken up," Cody realized his statement seemed soft, so he quickly corrected himself, "Not that I'm concerned with her emotions. It's just that it may affect her combat performance."

A pang of guilt hit Dante in the chest as he remembered Boomer. He had started something with Sarah out of his own will. As much as he was against it, he would have to fake loving her for the Spartan to be content, and keep her from ending up like Boomer. "This is against my will," Dante said blandly, "Remember that."

E18 walked to the back of the bunk, and knelt down next to Sarah's cot. "I'm sorry," He said in a convincing voice, "I just...I don't want to get hurt again. When I thought you were dead, I was finished."

"Next time check my vitals," She said, smiling, "And don't leave it up to a few innies in fancy costumes."

Dante's fake laugh was identical to his true one. "Now what has me stumped is how the hell Cody is still alive."

"His suits automatic biofoam injectors saved him."

"I thought our suits were too damaged. I was told he used canned biofoam. I'm going to fry that doctor's ass."

Sarah laughed. "I'm pretty sure they already have him." Dante removed his right gauntlet, and placed his hand on the side of Sarah's face. He ran his thumb across her lips, and forced himself to kiss her. Something clicked inside of him, and he remembered the first time he had kissed Sarah. He remembered how her soft lips made him close his eyes, the way her hands slid across his chest, and her rhythmic heartbeat. All of that in an instant, and sure enough, the kiss became real.



Terry was leaning against the trunk of a palm tree, Saline in his arms, and looking up at the stars. They listened to the tide washing up on the sand, and the slight breeze that rustled the green and played with their hair. "Do you miss it?" Shadow asked.

"Miss what?" Saline replied, confused.

"The service."

"I guess, but then I just think about how I have you, and the baby, and all of this" Saline motioned to their surroundings with her hand.

"I feel responsible for Mike's" Terry went silent.

"You're not." Saline said, leaning her head back and looking into his eyes.

Terry leaned his head down, and kissed his partner. There was a long silence, then Terry spoke. "I hear their screams at night, thousands of them. Not one night goes by where I don't see their faces in my dreams. Not one minute goes by where I don't think about them."

"You did what you had to Terry."

"I've killed children Saline. They were raised to believe what they were doing was right, they had no choice but to believe. Even when they held a gun in their hands, they were innocent. "Terry paused for a moment, obviously fighting to get something out, " I shot one of our own. He came around a corner, and before I realized he was a friendly I pulled the trigger. I know he didn't announce he was coming, but I was jumpy. I murdered him Saline, in cold blood."

"T-"

"He had a wife, and a little girl. How do you think she will feel when she figures out her father was shot by someone who was meant to be protecting him. Do you have any idea how hard that is?"

"Terry," Saline whispered, rubbing his hand, "It's over, you're safe here, you're safe."


Lieutenant Silvers smiled as Sergeant Dalson walked through the door to his room in the veterans hospital. "Hey bro." He said weakly. His wounds were much more severe than he thought. Along with the broken bones, there was colossal internal damage. Silvers was lucky to be alive. He was bed ridden, and full of tubes.

"Hey Nick," Dalson said, sitting down at a chair next to his bed, and leaned back. "How's the food?"

"Tastes like sh1t."

"Thought so." Dalson reached into the front pocked of his dress uniform, and slowly pulled out a chocolate bar.

Nick's eyes widened as if he had found the Holy Grail. "I saved your life, hand it over."

The Sergeant laughed, and handed over the candy bar. "How the hell did you do that anyway?"

"I threw a knife into the guy's head." Silvers replied as he ripped open the candy bar's wrapper with his teeth and non-broken hand.

"So, you think you're coming back?"

"Damn right I'm coming back. Think I'd leave my best buddy out to dry?"

Dalson laughed, "I thought you would. Hey, you never explained to me how the hell you went from private to lieutenant in three months."

Silvers swallowed a bite of the candy bar, and cleared his throat. "Interesting story actually. What I did was-"
There was a knock on the door, and Nick's father walked in, followed by his mother, sister, his two aunts, his uncle, and his grandparents. "Mind if we speak with our son?" Silver's father said, addressing his request to Sergeant Dalson.

"Of course." The sergeant obliged. He got up, and left.

The family gathered around their boy, all smiling. "How's it feel to be back for good?" Nick's mother asked.

"What?" The Ranger said in a confused tone.

"You're staying, aren't you?" Uncle Derik asked.

"Oh, no I'm going back." Nick replied casually.

"Son," his father said, frowning, "We all want you to stay."

"How about we talk about something else."

"Nick, stay, please."

"I'm going back!" The Ranger shouted, suddenly angry. The family went dead silent. What had happened to their boy?


Continues below...

[Edited on 05.04.2010 6:38 PM PDT]

  • 05.04.2010 6:37 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project (Part Twenty Three Is Ready!}
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Continued...


Canine sat at the desk of a hotel, staring blankly at the wooden surface. He reached into his backpack, and pulled out a box. He opened it, and started taking out possessions. He picked up a photo from the layer of them covering the surface, and stared at it. It had a group of five men bunched together in military uniforms, one of them being Canine. They were all smiling. On the far left was Meat, who he had known since the Insurgent nuke scare in South Africa.

Tank was in the picture too, half leaning half sitting on a crate. He missed that soldier, the equalizer in arguments among the squad. Tex was sitting happily on the ground with a candy bar, smiling at the camera. He had been blown to pieces by an innie suicide bomber, only to be replaced days later by Sparrow.

Then there was Shadow, his arm around Canine's shoulder, smiling and making the peace sign with his other hand. Shadow looked so much younger in that picture, with his joyous grin, short brown hair, his green eyes, and that stubble that scratched one's face whenever he gave one of his infamous bear hugs, usually accompanied by a knuckle scratching against the top of your head. It felt like it had been taken ages ago, but it was only a year old. Shadow had grays now, and that smile was long gone. Even when the muscles on his face did tighten, it wasn't the same. The feared bear hugs were much missed, and even the painful nuckle to the head would be a welcome gesture. Things changed too fast.

Canine pulled out a second picture. It had a young girl on it. She had blonde hair and light blue eyes. She sat on the steps of a small house, smiling and holding a cardboard sight to her side. On it was, Miss you babe. See you in three weeks! xoxoxoxo. He never saw that girl again. Right at the end of his rotation, he was redeployed to a new location.

Mike sifted through medals that he once held great pride in, but now seemed meaningless. At the bottom of the box was his gun. It was unloaded, but bullets lay around it. The man looked down at his lame legs. So this was how his career ends, with him feeling useless, alone, and dead? Mike picked up the gun, slipped one round into its clip, slid it in, cocked it, and pressed it to his head. His hands were steady, and his heartbeat calm. He took his last breath, closed his eyes, and pulled the trigger.


Note: Report screwy links plz. I just repaired a few that freaked on me.

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  • 05.04.2010 6:37 PM PDT

How'd you find me?

Great part. I knew that Dante would get to make out for real. Poor Mike/Canine. He's dead now.

  • 05.05.2010 3:54 AM PDT

Nice going, Canine...

The part with the Spartans wasn't very good, I'm sorry to say. We've had no prior inkling that they might be alive (although I knew they weren't all dead as simple as that, it'd be silly ) and then BAM there they all are. Including a person who was pronounced dead months ago. It may be nitpicking but it kinda jarred. :)

  • 05.05.2010 4:36 AM PDT
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Posted by: Ph34r T3h R34p3r
Nice going, Canine...

The part with the Spartans wasn't very good, I'm sorry to say. We've had no prior inkling that they might be alive (although I knew they weren't all dead as simple as that, it'd be silly ) and then BAM there they all are. Including a person who was pronounced dead months ago. It may be nitpicking but it kinda jarred. :)



The last few paragraphs of part 22? I thought that told of their survival. It's going to be explained as well. You'll see.

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  • 05.05.2010 4:45 AM PDT

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

Wow, you've posted more chapters in a month than most of us writers do in a year... Go figure. Shows you have both full comittment and a lot of time. ;)


[Edited on 05.05.2010 12:08 PM PDT]

  • 05.05.2010 12:07 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project (Part Twenty Four Is Available!}
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P.24



Terry woke up to the ring of the telephone. His eyes fluttered open, and he squinted at the beam of light shining through the window. Particles of dust swayed back and forth in the light like feathers slowly floating to the ground. He was on his side, one arm tucked under his pillow, and the other around Saline. He had slept late, but was still tired from just waking up. Rolling to his side, he reached towards the nightstand, and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Terry answered wearily as he sat up on the edge of the bed.

Hello Terry.

Terry recognized the voice as Mike's mother, who he had met when the two were on leave. She was a nice woman, who, beside from her distraught tone at the moment, always seemed cheery. "Hello Mrs. Sanden."

I have, there's, The woman burst into tears, sobbing over the phone.

"Ma'am, are you alright?" Terry asked, worried.

They found M-Mike in a hotel. H-he's dead.

"What?" Terry questioned unbelievingly.

He shot himself Terry, The mother stopped a moment as she collected herself from a wave of intense sobs, I didn't know who else to call. She was a widow, and didn't have any brothers or sisters. Ultimately, Mike was all she had.

Terry didn't know what to say. Consoling people wasn't something he knew how to do. The only consoling he ever did was pulling soldiers away from the dead bodies of their friends. He was silent over the phone, not knowing what to say. "I'll call you back." He said, hanging up.

Terry brought his hands up to his face, and let out a long exhale. "Damn it." He got up, and walked into the kitchen, and started to make coffee. He was pouring the powder in when he dropped the package, and slumped down against the kitchen counter. Why couldn't everything just be right?

With effort, Terry got up, and slipped back into bed with Saline. She was on her chest now, so he leaned on his side, and massaged her bare back. Saline smiled, and let out a, "Mmmhmmhmm."

"How ya feeling honey?" Terry asked softly.

"Good." She sighed as Terry's hands moved higher up her back.

"We might have a funeral to attend to soon." Terry said blandly.

"What?" Saline immediately sat up, holding part of the comforter to her chest, and looking at Terry with dismay, "Who died?"

Terry rubbed his brown and gray stubble, looking down at the white sheets. "Mike."

"Oh god Terry," Saline moved forward, and placed her hands on her partner's shoulders, "I'm so sorry."

Terry was softened by Saline's touch, and he began to cry. "I should have kept a close watch on him," He pressed on his eyes, wheezing, "I should have known this would happen."

Saline didn't have to ask how Mike died. It was as obvious as the sun. "There was nothing you could have done."

"Everything is so fucI<ed up!" Terry cried.

Saline held Terry close, and hushing him and stroking his head. "It's okay terr bear, it's okay. Everything's going to be alright."



"None of the captured Spartans remember a thing sir." Commander Bayard said.

Lord Hood let out a long breath. "So the medical examinations showed that they had been dissected?"

"Cut open in multiple areas actually. They had been taking samples from the Spartans, then stitching them back up to keep everything fresh."

"Did any of them die as a result of this?"

Bayard nodded, "E4, he was practically butchered."

Hood tapped his fingers on the armrests of the orbital HQ conference room's head chair. He knew very well what the insurgents were trying to do, and it was making him very, very nervous. "I can only hope we stopped them before they got a sufficient amount of data."

"The convoy was most likely leading to a more secure and advanced station," Bayard stated, "So wherever they were obviously wasn't sufficing."

Lord Hood brought his hand up, and rubbed his eyes, "Let's hope so."



"Do you think they'll ever let us go?" Dante asked.

Sarah shifted her head up on Dante's chest so that she was looking at his chin. "You mean, after the war?"

"Yeah."

"I don't think so. We're property of the UNSC," Dante slid his hand up and down Sarah's back as they lay on the bed of his private quarters, "We could run away."

"They'd never stop searching for us." Sarah replied, upset.

"But even if they find us, they won't have an easy time catching us."

"Unless they send the others."

Dante let out a long breath. She was right. The chances of them being free were slim to nil. "I guess we'll have to enjoy our time together as much as we can before they stick us in cryo until another war breaks out.

Sarah grabbed Dante's shirt, and buried her face in it. "You better not die on me."

"I won't," Dante moved his head down, and kissed the top of Sarah's, "Now when they come to glass Reach, the UNSC will find some way to use us. Whatever that is, it's going to be one hell of a fight. Please, be careful."

"I will." Sarah confirmed.

"Promise?"

Sarah smiled. "Promise."



Lieutenant Silvers sat in a diner with his three closest friends. Even though he had severe injuries, his prior place in Red Team had given him many benefits, one of them being top of the line medical care. "So," Tom started, "How's it feel to be back from the war bro?"

"Great," Nick lied, "great."

Jane smiled, "Well, it's good to see you again."

Nick looked at the diner's menu, confusion in his eyes. "This stuff is uh, intricate."

"Dude," Adam laughed, "It's a diner, the food's pretty basic."

Jane kicked Adam under the table, and peered at the menu. "Yeah, it is pretty complex. We could just go with eggs and bacon though."

Tom took a sip of his water, and let his glass fall heavily on the table. It made a "Clack!" and Nick hit the floor, his hands over his head. The diner went silent, everyone staring at the soldier. Nick slowly stood up, looking around at the spectators. He was obviously nervous.

Adam narrowed his eyes from the booth. "Bro, what the hell are you doing?" He ended his sentence with a laugh.

Nick sat back down at the booth without a word. The diner went back to normal, and a waiter came over and took the table's orders. "So how many people have you capped out there man?" Tom asked, leaning forward.

Nick made an uncomfortable smile, and stared down at the table. Jane folded her hands. "Do you guys wanna go see a movie later?"

"Come on, give the guy a chance to answer my question."

The soldier cleared his throat nervously. "It's uh, I..."

Tom leaned back in the booth spreading his arms out in the air. "Come on man, you're a Ranger. You must have killed like, two hundred people."

"More than that." Adam stated.

"Tom, Adam, can I talk to you two outside?" Jane asked kindly.

"Why?"

"Just, just for a minute."

Tom narrowed his eyes. "Uhm, okay."

Nick moved out of the way to let Adam out of the booth, and sat back down as the three left the diner. He watched them through the large glass windows, wondering why she would pull them away. He was confused when he saw Jane begin to yell at the two. He couldn't hear what she was saying, but her face was bright red, and she was making furious gestures. She calmed herself down, fixed her hair, and walked back into the diner, Adam and Tom close behind.

They sat back down just as the food arrived. Jane and Nick thanked the waiter, and everyone began to eat in silence. Half way through their meal, Tom looked up from his food at Nick. He narrowed his eyes at an odd scar on Nick's bicep. "Hey dude, what's that on your arm?"

Adam turned his head, and examined it. "Is that a bullet wound?!"

Jane stood up, pulled Adam out of his seat, and took Nick by the hand. Leaning him away from the table, she turned back to Tom and Adam. "You two are fucI<ing idiots." She then turned to Nick, tucking her lips into her mouth, and releasing them. "Come on Nick, let's go home."


[Edited on 05.09.2010 7:55 AM PDT]

  • 05.08.2010 3:36 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project (Part Twenty Three Is Ready!}

An assassin will always carry on, even after death.

Great part.

  • 05.09.2010 1:42 AM PDT

How'd you find me?

"You two are fucl<ing idiots." Nice.

  • 05.11.2010 4:40 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project (Part Twenty Four Is Available!}
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P.25


Private Silvers pressed against the wall next to the entrance of an apartment door. Their target, a high ranked innie, was on the other side. Sergeant Williams nodded to the soldier. Silvers moved back, and kicked the door in.

"Go go go!" Williams shouted. The Rangers ran through the door, and ran into the apartment. Their target was on the couch, watching television. He reached for a gun on the table in front of him, but a Ranger smashed his head against the wooden surface, knocking out the innie's front teeth. He was quickly cuffed, and carried towards the door.

A gunshot rang through the room, and a bullet pierced the man carrying the target's neck. He dropped to the ground, grabbing his throat, chocking on his own blood. Private silvers spun around, and fired three shots from his battle rifle into the chest of a child. The adolescent fell backwards onto the tiled floor of the kitchen.

The boy's mother ran to his side, but he was long gone. She wept as his blood pooled on the floor. Silvers' mouth was hanging slightly open as he watched in horror. "Silver's let's go!" Williams shouted.

Nick stood still, his gun at his side. The mother raised to her feet, and took a kitchen knife in her hand. The private's eyes widened as he saw Williams raise his rifle, and aim it at the woman's head. "No!" "CRACK!"


Nick gasped as he shot into an upright position in his bed. Three years and he was still having that same dream. At least it was morning. It usually woke him up in the middle of the night. Nick got out of bed. And walked into the bathroom.

Nick stared into his bathroom mirror, looking at a stranger. Maybe Jane was right. Maybe she could help him. He hated being like this. He may have been damaged, but he wasn't an idiot. Nick knew he wasn't well.

The soldier decided he would hit town again. He threw on some clothes, and stepped out of the door. Nick could see his breath in the air as he exhaled. Reach was getting cold this time of year. He considered going back inside for a jacket, but he had been in worse weather with even less insulating attire, and was getting shot at too.

"Damn cold." Nick said to himself. He stepped down the stairs of his house, and got into the car. He revved it up, shifted into drive, and pulled out of his driveway. It was a short drive to town, but nick went slow to avoid sliding on the patches of ice on the road. When he reached the town, he parked his car, and stepped out onto the sidewalk.

Nick looked around at the people crossing the streets, going up and down sidewalks, and driving through the streets. Each and every one of these people was doing something different. The diversity made Nick anxious. He did his best to ignore it, and went on.

The Ranger peered at the brick buildings and large glass windows displaying items. They were certaintly nicer looking that the bunkers, but they wouldn't provide much protection in the case of an attack. Nick breathed out through his nose, releasing a small cloud of smoke. Continuing down the sidewalk, he stopped to look through the large window of a café. Behind a glass case were an assorted collection of cakes. Nick thought about getting one, then decided on a coffee.

The door jingled as the soldier opened it, and started to step through. He stopped in place, looking up at the door. He shook it a few times, then let it go. He approached the counter, and waited for the man in front of him to pay. His eyes wandered around the café, examining its inhabitants.
Nick spotted a girl sitting alone. She had a coffee in front of her, but wasn't touching it. He decided to go see if the girl was okay, and walking around to the table, he saw that it was Jane. Hesitantly, he sat down.

Jane took a quick sip of her coffee as to cover up her loneliness. "Hey Nick."

"Hey." Nick replied.

"So um, did you think about last night?"

"What's there t think about?"

"Nick, please."

"What do you want from me?" The soldier asked, confused.

"I want you to let me help you," Jane replied softly, "Please."

"I'm going home." Nick stood, and left the café. Jane followed him to his car, and jumped in the passenger seat when he unlocked the doors. He knew he wasn't going to be able to say anything that would make her leave the car, so he started to drive home.

The car ride was silent, as was the walk into the house. Nick went to his bedroom and laid down on his soft mattress. Jane sat on the floor by the side of his bed, looking at the edges of the sheets. "Okay Jane, whatever you are trying to do, just do it." Nick was exasperated by this point, and just wanted Jane gone.


"Tell me everything." Jane said, standing up, and crawling up onto the bed.

"What do you mean everything?" Nick said as she laid down a short distance away from him.

"What's hurting you?"

Nick went pale as he forced the first words out of his mouth. "When I first joined the Rangers, I was sent on a mission to capture a guy. We kicked in his door, and one of our men slammed the guy's head on a table to cuff him. His front teeth were knocked out. They made this snapping noise, like sticks," Nick paused, wincing as he struggled to go on, "We were carrying him out when" The phone began to ring, but neither of them moved. After a buzz, an automated message played.

All military personal on leave are to report to your nearest military base. All retired military personal who are still combat effective are hereby re-commissioned.



Terry and Saline stood by the door in silence. A duffle hung from Terry's finger, and a frightened look was in Saline's eyes. They left what had been their home for so long, and started a new life, only to have it knocked down months later. It wasn't fair. Why couldn't they just be left alone? Saline looked at Terry with desperation. "Please don't go."

"I have to." Terry said solemnly.

"Do you want to?"

Terry thought for a moment, then looked down at the floor. "I could say I don't, and I could tell you I have everything I want right here, but if I did, I would be lying."

"Were you ever happy here?" Saline questioned.

"Partially," Terry answered, "I know this is what I asked for, but now I feel, well, there I don't know a word for it, but I know how to make it stop."

"I understand." Saline whispered, "JustCome back."

Terry kissed his partner, and opened the door. "Stay where you are then." With a faint smile, Saline watched as Terry turned away from her, walked outside, and headed for the bus stop.



Commander Bayard stood in front of the Spartan fours and the Master Chief, a large pane of glass behind him, a simulated battle playing out on it. "As you all know, Reach is about to be hit, and hard. We don't have the ships to defend it, so we only have one other option. We're leading a counterstrike." Bayard extended a metal rod, and tapped the screen twice, "We're going to hit them before they hit us, right at Irindar. A man on the inside reported that the innies are resetting their orbital defense systems in three weeks. Our fleet will hit them then. Our first targets will be their offline orbital defense platforms. An EMP will be dropped on the Irindar's capitol city, Astron. They will no doubt have some sort of safety, so the EMP won't knock out the power for long. However, it will last long enough to drop the some 30,000 marines into the city."

"This must be one big ass city." Cody mumbled.

"The Rangers have merged with the UNSC, so will be your support. As for the ODSTs, they will assist the Marines in purging the city while you and the Rangers head for the main objective."

"What would the main objective be sir?" The Chief asked.

"Eli Ackerson." Commander Bayard revealed. He immediately went on with where the teams would be inserted, and so on and so forth. At the end, he dismissed the Spartans. They got out of their seats, and headed for the bunks.

Dante waited until the others were gone, then approached Commander Bayard. "Sir, what do you mean by purge the city."

Bayard was silent for a moment, then looked Dante in the eye. "There are times when evil must be done to achieve the greater good. Remember that Dante." Without another word, he stepped around Dante, and left him to his thoughts.

  • 05.12.2010 4:05 PM PDT

How'd you find me?

Cool part. Did you get a chance to check out my new part?

  • 05.12.2010 5:53 PM PDT

An assassin will always carry on, even after death.

Posted by: kingwrench
Cool part. Did you get a chance to check out my new part?


I agree with Kingwrench. (Check my part too)

  • 05.13.2010 10:17 AM PDT
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About the telling eachother to check out new parts. It's a bad idea. Last time a group of people did that all of their stories were locked. I am a reader of both of your fan fics, so don't worry about it.

  • 05.13.2010 12:47 PM PDT

How'd you find me?

Seriously? Who's stories were those? But sure, I'll be quiet about it.

  • 05.13.2010 4:57 PM PDT

An assassin will always carry on, even after death.

Sorry Munchies :'(

  • 05.14.2010 4:01 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project (Part Twenty Five Is Up!}
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P.26



Nick stood in the terminal of the spaceport, a duffle bag over his shoulder, and a determined look on his face. Jane stood by his side. She had insisted on seeing him off. He looked at her with eyes that said goodbye, and she narrowly escaped tears. "You just be careful, alright?"

The soldier nodded, turned away, and boarded the UNSC Devourer. As he walked into the boarding hall, he noticed the vast majority of the soldiers were just kids, and they weren't even in uniform. They couldn't have been out of twenties, or maybe even their teens. Nick turned to a man in the green plates of a marine, and spoke. "What the hell is this?"

"What?" The man replied, "Oh, the kids?"

"Yes."

"They didn't just re-commission people, they started a draft."

The marine's words made Nick feel ill. This was the army that the UNSC was sending into hell? "But they couldn't have even gone through boot yet."

"The trip to Irindar is three weeks. They'll have that long to train."

"That's not nearly enough," Nick said quietly, then picked his voice back up, "Have they already been briefed on the mission?"

The marine shook his head. "No, there reporting to the briefing hall now."

"This is wrong." Nick exhaled deeply.

"Tell me about it. These kids are gunna get us killed."

At that, the Lieutenant left the marine, and decided that he would go to his bunk. "Hey!" A voice shouted from the crowd of people in the boarding hall, "Nick, Nick!" Sergeant Dalson nearly knocked a man over as he pushed his way to his friend, stopping in front of Nick with a grin. "Hey bud."

"Hey." Silvers said, smiling back.

"So, this is gunna be one hell of a fight. I'm pumped!"

"You know it." Nick and Dalson did a fist pound, and headed for the bunk rooms.



Dante sat up in the bed of his private quarters aboard the UNSC Gunslinger. As usual, Sarah was resting comfortably in his arms. "I'm afraid." Dante said suddenly, breaking a silence.

"Of what?" Sarah asked.

"You getting hurt. This is possibly the most dangerous and suicidal mission in history."

"That would be Thermopylae." Sarah corrected.

"I see what you did there." The plainness of Dante's response made both of the Spartans laugh.

"Don't worry about it D, everything will be fine."

"I have to move you to a seperate squad." Dante said sadly.

"I understand." Sarah moved turned her torso to face Dante. She placed a light hand on the side of his face, and kissed him.


3 weeks later


Boomer sat in the corner of his dark, damp cell of Astron's POW Prison. Long scars covered his back. He had been tortured for months until they finally gave up. He was surprised they hadn't killed him. The situation was quite the opposite actually. He was well fed, and once in a while they would roll a television in front of his cell. They even let him shave. He decided that they were playing nice in hope of getting him to comply that way.

The Russian spent his time with pushups, pull-ups on a water pipe, and other physical activities to keep him in shape. He went to bed at night thinking about what he would do to the innies in the event that he escaped. He had scratched marks on the wall of the days he had been in the cell to keep him from losing track of time, and possibly going insane. Today promised to be the same as all of the other scratches. Today lied.

The sound of explosions began outside, and the prisons alarm went off. It wasn't the normal beep of an attempted escape, it was an ear piercing, it was an on and off buzz accompanied by a flashing red light. Boomer watched the guards grab rifles, and scatter this way and that. Three purple pods smashed through the roof, and stuck into the floor. Their doors flew off, and Elites jumped out, plasma rifles blazing.

Blood spattered the walls as the unsuspecting prison guards were slaughtered. Once the immediate thread had been taken care of, the elites began tearing the cells open, releasing the captured UNSC soldiers. Boomer was the last to be released. He sat in the corner a moment, his head to one side, and staring at the elite. It picked him up, and placed him on his feet. "Fight with zeal," The alien commanded as he placed a policed weapon in the ODST's hands, "For today we end this war.

[Edited on 05.14.2010 8:33 PM PDT]

  • 05.14.2010 8:27 PM PDT

An assassin will always carry on, even after death.

I knew the Russian couldn't have died, he's Russian

  • 05.15.2010 3:13 AM PDT

How'd you find me?

Of course he couldn't!

  • 05.15.2010 5:36 AM PDT
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Niceeeee. Finally some more ACTION! Not that it was bad before, but it's good that it is heating up again. I see you aren't getting as many reviews as ussual, but I'd bet that it's just people playing the beta. Good work man, keep it up.

  • 05.15.2010 8:48 AM PDT

Posted by: Dead Major
Niceeeee. Finally some more ACTION! Not that it was bad before, but it's good that it is heating up again. I see you aren't getting as many reviews as ussual, but I'd bet that it's just people playing the beta. Good work man, keep it up.


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Really, Major?

  • 05.15.2010 9:11 AM PDT
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

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Posted by: Dead Major
Niceeeee. Finally some more ACTION! Not that it was bad before, but it's good that it is heating up again. I see you aren't getting as many reviews as ussual, but I'd bet that it's just people playing the beta. Good work man, keep it up.


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Really, Major?



Strategy my friend, strategy.

  • 05.15.2010 7:54 PM PDT

How'd you find me?

Oh. Can we go back to talking about the story now? Something people understand? Not to say I don't understand.

  • 05.16.2010 9:25 AM PDT
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Posted by: kingwrench
Oh. Can we go back to talking about the story now? Something people understand? Not to say I don't understand.


Yes, we can. So I got a surge of ideas. This is going to be good. The next part MIGHT come out tonight. I'll try to make it good. We already have a decent ammount of main characters, but does anyone think I should add Raptor 17 to the group? You know the longsword pilot who bombed the ridge of tanks on Earth?

  • 05.16.2010 3:33 PM PDT