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Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project (Part Twenty Five Is Up!}

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Sure. I've never seen a story about a Longsword pilot, though I thought about it.

  • 05.16.2010 5:00 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project (Part Twenty Seven Is Up!)
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Boomer took a combat knife off of a dead innie, and cut the top of his grey prison jumpsuit off, revealing a worn tank top. He then stole a pair of socks and combat boots from the body, and some extra magazines for his assault rifle. The fight out of here was going to feel damn good.

Boomer turned to the elite who had saved him. The Sangheili wore black armor, and carried an energy sword at his hip. In his hand was a plasma rifle, and a row of plasma grenades was on his waist. "What's your name?" Boomer asked.

"Al'Katal." The alien relpied.

"Good name, it really rolls off the tongue." Boomer left the cell room, the elites following close behind. The next room was just a series or titanium barred doors, keeping prisoners from escaping. A single innie had appeared to be locked in as the others fleed. He cowered helplessly on the floor. Boomer recognized this man. He was the interrogator. A smile appeared on Boomers face, and he turned to the elites. "Break those doors and move on. I'll catch up with you later."


Dalson and Silvers sat in the hanger of the UNSC Devourer, leaning against the hull of a pelican. Lieutenant Silvers was slipping bullets into a BR55 clip, and Dalson was slowly turning a cigarette to ash. "I heard were killing every last innie in that city.' Dalson said.

"Yeah, I heard that too," Silvers struggled to keep his voice devoid of any trace of despair, "Do you find that kinda fucI<ed up? I mean, there are women and children in there."

"Women fight in their forces, and children will grow to do so. It's an investment, beneficial in the future."

Silvers narrowed his eyes. "Did you just compare the slaughter of millions to an investment?"

"Listen Nick, you might outrank me, but I'm telling you right now to shut your mouth and do your job. You're starting to sound an awful lot like a sympathizer." Dalson stood up, and left without another word.

The Lieutenant understood what Dalson was saying, but he didn't like it. In fact, he hated it. He had killed a boy once before, and he still hadn't got over pulling the trigger. ALL ODSTS PREPARE TO DROP. The intercom blared. MARINES AND RANGERS PROCEED TO YOUR PELICANS. Silvers heard the thud of combat boots, and turned to see a group of ODSTs heading for the drop pods. He thought he saw a familiar face, and called it out.

Shadow halted, and approached the Lieutenant. "Silvers! How've ya been?"

"Bored," the Ranger replied, "I've been waiting for some serious combat."

Shadow laughed. "That's the spirit. You know, when I first met you you were pissing your pants in a trench."

Silvers smiled, and pointed at the ODST. "Hey, that was a long time ago."

"You did some damn good shooting though," Shadow said, "I'll see you on the ground." Silvers nodded, and stood up as Shadow hurried to get to the drop pods. Soldiers were already in their pelicans, and Silvers was quick to join them. The first section of the airlock opened, and the mass of pelicans moved in. It closed behind them, the atmosphere was vented, and the second opened.

The pelicans rushed into space, rocketing towards Irindar. Longsword interceptors swarmed by them to make the first strike, and soften up the anti-air defenses. Few would make it back, and they knew it. "Alright," The pelican pilot spoke, "I will be your captain for this evening. Beverages are nowhere, and you can ask the nobody for absolutely nothing. There will be some moderate turbulence accompanied by anti aircraft fire during the flight. ETA to hell, five minutes. Enjoy your flight on UNSC airlines!"

Lieutenant silvers looked at the other side of the pelican's troop carrying bay. Private Foley was toying with his pistol, whistling a tune. Foley wasn't ready for this. Then again, were any of them up to the task? Five minutes passed surprisingly fast. It seemed as if it was only a matter of seconds before they were entering Irindar's atmosphere. Silvers took an intake of air, and started checking his weapons. "Everyone ready?" The Rangers nodded, quietly confirming. The pilot narrowly avoided the missiles from the remaining SAM sites, and landed in a quiet area of the colossal city's streets. The pelican's hatch opened, and Silvers got to his feet. "Go go go, Rangers lead the way!"

The Lieutenant looked up, watching as drop pods fell from the sky, and additional pelicans flew in. "We should get moving sir," Mathews suggested, "This place won't be quiet for long, and we have to rendezvous with the Spartans as soon as possible."

The pelican flew away, and Silvers nodded. "Alright, let's-"Gunshots rang through the street, and the soldiers jumped behind vacant cars. Five squads of insurrectionist soldiers ran into sight, their red eye holes in their masks making them seem like demons closing in for the kill. "Open fire!" the Lieutenant shouted.

The Rangers fired back at the innies, who were taking positions behind abandoned cars. Foley hit one right in the eye hole of the man's mask, cracking through to material, and pushing his brains through the back of his head. "Got one! I saw his head explode!"

"Nice!" Mathiew's replied with a laugh. He aimed at an innie, and pulled the trigger. "Scratch one!"

Silvers spotted the foot of an enemy from under a car. He pulled the trigger, and the man fell down. The Ranger fired a few rounds into the downed man, killing him. The other members of the squad weren't doing badly either. Right when it seemed like they had won, eight more squads appeared.

Specialist Elison's jaw dropped. "We're going to need some air support."

"Shut it princess." Private Florek said, firing his sniper rifle into an innies head.

"You're a real dick Florek."

"Fire your weapons or we're gonna get pinned!" Silvers shouted as an additional three squads came in. It hadn't taken long for their army to arrive. The battle had started, and if Silvers' squad didn't meet up with allied forces, they were done for.

"We already are pinned!"

"Sh1t! This is Hunter squad, we need air support now!"

There was a brief silence, then a reply. "This is Raptor 17," A voice replied in the elongated syllables and emphasized letters of a pilot, "I have your coordinates and I am on the way." In about ten seconds, a screeching noise closed in. In less than two seconds, a fiery explosion followed by a mushroom cloud of smoke appeared where the innies had stood only moments before.

"Thanks 17, I owe you one."

Foley stared at the cloud of smoke in wonder. "That was possibly the coolest thing I have ever seen."

"Not if it was coming at you." Silvers replied coldly.

Fleet to ground, then enemy navy has arrived and we are about to engage in combat. There will be no orbital support from now on. In addition, you have enemy aircrafts inbound. Good luck ground team.

"screw you too." Mathiews mumbled.

"Let's get moving," Silvers said, "We need to get to the Spartans ASAP. Enough men have died in this war. It's time to finish this."


Shadow huddled behind a car as bullets flew over his head. Squads of marines were all around him. His pod had been nicked by a anti-aircraft wraith, and he was sent of course, separating himself from his squad. A marine slid into cover beside him, narrowly avoiding a plasma bolt. He caught his breath, and turned to Shadow. "We are so dead man. Their mowing the company down, and warthogs are on their way!"

"This is Alpha Company, we need immediate air support."

Negative, we have just engaged enemy air forces.

"Is one longsword going to hurt? Just send us a god damn fighter!"

No can do. If anything we need your help taking out those anti aircraft wrai-sh1t! Mayday mayday! This is Vulture Five, I am going down and my eject function is malfu-! A longsword interceptor spiraled into view, and slammed into the street in front of Alpha, creating an explosion that blew the majority of the opposing company away.

"Thanks bud." Shadow muttered. Unfortunately, the warthogs were just arriving, and accompanying them, a scorpion tank.


[Edited on 05.17.2010 8:04 PM PDT]

  • 05.17.2010 1:34 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project (Part Twenty Five Is Up!}

An assassin will always carry on, even after death.

Posted by: kingwrench
Sure. I've never seen a story about a Longsword pilot, though I thought about it.

I'm goin' to do something like that too, later in the night/early morning.

Anyway, Just one mistake:
Silvers spotted the foot of an enemy from under a car. He pulled the trigger, and the man fell down. The Ranger fired a few rounds into the downed man, killing him. The other members of the squad weren't doing badly either. It seemed like they had one when eight more squads appeared.

It seemed like they had one when eight more squads appeared

Its won.

Anyway, one of the best parts yet.

  • 05.17.2010 2:35 PM PDT

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LOVE IT! btw how do you pronounce Mathiew? (is it the same as matthew and if so why is it spelt differently?)

  • 05.18.2010 7:20 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project (Part Twenty Seven Is Up!)
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Posted by: Cheeky Hamster
LOVE IT! btw how do you pronounce Mathiew? (is it the same as matthew and if so why is it spelt differently?)


Thanks man. Yeah it is pronounced that way. About the reason, there's plenty of names spelt different ways. If it bugs people I can fix it though.

[Edited on 05.18.2010 1:21 PM PDT]

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  • 05.18.2010 11:15 PM PDT

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and no it doesn't bug me but at first I thought it was a typo until I saw it the second time when I just thought you didn't know how to spell Matthew

  • 05.19.2010 12:42 PM PDT
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Posted by: Cheeky Hamster
never steal a dead man's shoes unless you want to follow his footsteps


Unless you're Russian.

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Seven families huddled in the basement of a building. The UNSC had cut off the evacuations, and were gunning down every civilian in sight. The only thing left to do was hide. Sixteen year old Timothy Derricks had had enough. After hours of listening to gunshots and explosions, he was furious. "That's it!" He shouted, standing up, "I can't sit by and watch anymore!"

"Sit down son." Timothy's father commanded.

"I'm outta here," The boy headed for the steps, but his father got up, and grabbed his arm, "Let go of me!"

"I'm not letting you go out there! You'll die!"

"So be it then! I'd rather die up there than hide down here like a coward!"

"Listen to me son-!"

"I have to do this!" The child cried out, "You have to let me go."

A young girl stood up, and took Timothy's hand. "Don't go Tim."

"I can't stand by while the UNSC murders good people Ellie."

Ellie reached slightly into her shirt, and pulled out a necklace. On a silver chain was a sapphire, her birth stone, shaped like a heart. "Do you remember the night you gave this to me?" Timothy's father knew his son had made up his mind, and left him and Ellie to have their last words with each other.

"I do." Tim confirmed.

"We were on the lake in Calintine at night, sitting at the edge of the dock, alone. We we're talking about the stars, and you were saying how constellations looked nothing like they were said to be." Ellie let out a laugh mixed with a sob. "Then you told me I should be a constellation, and that I was more beautiful than all of the stars put together. You reached into your pocket, and took the necklace out. Then you went to hand it to me and-"

"And dropped it into the water, yeah." The two laughed, locking hands.

"So you dove into the freezing water in your clothes, and disappeared. I was so worried. When you came back up you shook your head and said, 'Give me a hand.' So I reached out my hand, and went you took it I felt the necklace in my palm. That's when I knew I loved you." Timothy was about to reply when the door to their hiding place was kicked in. A squad of UNSC marines rushed in, and opened fire.


Dante did his best to not worry about Sarah as he fought his way towards the Capitol Building. He couldn't help but keep her vital signs on his HUD at all times, but he told himself that it was all he would do. A flaming siege warthog rounded the corner behind the enemy, and slammed into the side of a building. The Master Chief saw that the innies were distracted, and launched forward with incredible speed. The Spartan had been re-augmented, making him equal, if not better, to the Spartan fours.

Jumping over the abandoned cars, the Chief landed behind the enemy's position. He drew out two SMGs, and moved his arms across in opposite directions, slaughtering the enemy. The rest of Red Team caught up, and took a look at the Chief's destruction. "Nice," Cody commented, "Where the hell are the Rangers?"

"They should be worrying about catching up with us" Dante replied. He had never been on a mission he hated this much.

This is camp Charlie! The innies are pressing hard! We have wounded in here and we need emidiete assistance!

Dante looked at the Chief, who nodded. "Alright Red Team, keep pressing forward. The Chief and I are going to save Charlie Camp's ass."

This is Charlie Camp, we need immediate assistance!

"Rodger that Charlie, we're on our way." Dante and 117 branched off from their squad, and headed towards Charlie Camp. Down every street there was fighting. At this point, not one place was calm. It seemed that the marines in their path were pinned down by three warthogs. The cars they were hiding behind were peppered, and the majority of the marines were shot.

Dante switched his BR55 to semi-automatic, and fired three shots in a lightning fast movement. The gunners of the warthogs fell to the ground, dead. As the two Spartans approached, they saw that the company's leader was sobbing. So many had died, and under his command. "Can you men move?" The Chief asked.

The soldiers were in too much shock to speak. A moment ago they were meat, and now they had just been saved by a two meter tall juggernaut. Only one man was still in the right state of mind to talk. "I can." With a grunt, the marine stood up.

"You can't carry five men, and we don't have the time. Take this," 117 pulled the Spartan laser off of his back, and gave it to the marine, "And radio for help."

The marine nodded, and the Spartans sprinted on, trying to make up for lost time. By the time they got the Charlie Camp, it had been overrun. The base had been set up in the basement of a company building. Monitors were erected, electronics set up, and cots laid out. From the beginning the attack promised to be a long and painful. However, Charlie was now ransacked. The enemy had come and gone.

Dante's eyes scanned the floor. Dead marines lay in pools of blood all around. Then he noticed how young they were. With that, and slouched down against a wall, and leaned his head back. "How do you do it Chief?"

"Do what?" 117 asked.

"Keep going no matter what. Nothing fazes you, you're unstoppable. What happened to these kids isn't right. I was supposed to save them. I failed Chief, I failed. You never did."

"That's not true," The Master Chief replied, "I failed to save Reach, I failed to save my best friend, and most of all, I failed to keep my own men alive. You succeeded in that."

"Not really," Dante said, shaking his head, "I didn't save them. The Rangers did."

"You can't win all the time." 117 reached out his arm to give Dante a hand.

"Thanks Chief."

117 nodded. "Call me John."



"Tank!" A marine cried. A SPNKR missile was fired just as the cannon went off. Out of a one in a million shot, they collided in mid air. A second missile was fired, and it slammed into the tank. It wasn't enough to take it down, but the cannon was offline. Shadow ran forward, and jumped on top of the tank. The operator tried to get out, but as soon as he opened the hatch, Shadow punched him directly in the face, dropped a grenade into the cockpit, and ran like hell.

When the tank exploded, the top flew into the air, and nearly crushed Shadow as it came down. In that moment he thought of Saline. He had just come inches from death, from never seeing her again.

This is Alpha Company! We are under heavy fire and require immediate assistance!

"Rodger that Alpha," Shadow said over the COM, "We're on our way." He turned to the marine squad. They were terrified, terrified kids. It hurt Shadow to give the order, for he knew that there would be casualties, but they were soldiers, and had a job to do. "Alright marines, lock and load. Alpha is in deep sh1t, and we're gonna save em."

"Yes sir!" One of the marines shouted. It meant something, his enthusiasm. The boy wanted revenge, and he was sure as hell going to get it where they were going. Whatever was left of the company got to its feet, and headed for Alpha.

Only two steps onto their way there, one of the marines broke down, and fell to his knees, sobbing. Everyone stopped and looked down at him. "Leave him," A marine said coldly, "He's not going anywhere."

Shadow pushed the marine out of the way. "No man is left behind."

"Please," The soldier begged as Shadow forced him to his feet, "I can't, I can't!"

"Just stay with the group, and keep your head down. Do that, or I'll shoot you here and now." The marine nodded, shaking in fear. "Alright, let's do this."

Lieutenant silvers ducked behind an abandoned car as a rocket flew over his head. "This is Alpha, hurry your asses up!" Silver's squad had met up with Alpha Company on their path towards the Spartans. They were already under heavy fire when the Rangers arrived, but now it was even worse. "Lauren, Florek, I need you do take out the snipers in the building ahead now!"

"Negative sir!" Florek shouted above the gunfire, "We can't get up without getting shot!"

Shadow slid behind the car, slamming against its door right next to Silvers. "Sorry it took so long. We had to help out a friend. He was under mortar fire."

"How did one guy survive mortar fire?" Silver's questioned.

"Well, let's just say he had some help from modern day technology." There was a deafening "BOOM!" as a tank cannon fired, and slammed into the building containing the innie snipers, collapsing a large part of it, and obliterating the snipers. Another explosion sounded off, this time hitting the insurgent men on the street. "Thank's Bull Dog."

"Noooo problem." The tank operator replied as he turned around, and headed towards his destination.

Shadow looked around at Alpha. They had taken heavy casualties. "Why don't these two companies link up?" Shadow suggested to Silvers, "And I can roll with you, wherever you're going."

The Ranger shrugged. "Sounds good to me. We could always use another man."

"Where are we going?"

"We're meeting up with the Spartans."

A grin spread across Shadow's face. "Just like old times."



(Remember the part with the boy, it's more significant than it seems.)


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(Remember the part with the boy, it's more significant than it seems.)

yes and as cruel as hell if everything went as implied.

  • 05.20.2010 8:41 AM PDT

An assassin will always carry on, even after death.

Posted by: Cheeky Hamster
(Remember the part with the boy, it's more significant than it seems.)

yes and as cruel as hell if everything went as implied.


That brings up a good question...

Is the UNSC the lesser of two evils? Or is it the greater?

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in war you cant really consider evil but more motive and perspective, I think it's all grey in this scenario

  • 05.20.2010 12:21 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project (Part Eight Is Available!)
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Hard is good.

This is BRILLIANT!

Do NOT kill Spartan 117.

Try to keep people alive longer.

Try not to keep introducing new characters and killing them off.

Other than that, love it.

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Posted by: The Storm
This is BRILLIANT!

Do NOT kill Spartan 117.

Try to keep people alive longer.

Try not to keep introducing new characters and killing them off.

Other than that, love it.



Yeah, I'll work on the keeping people alive, and I assure you that 117 will not die. The next part should be out tonight.

  • 05.20.2010 3:15 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project (Part Twenty Nine Is Up!)
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Dante and the Chief moved on, shooting their way through the streets. They had just eliminated an enemy threat when a battalion of insurrectionist elites began to round a corner. The Spartans instantly ducked behind a car. "That much plasma would smash our shields and tear us apart." The Chief said quietly.

Dante nodded. "Get under a car?"

"We can't risk them having a high energy level detector."

"Well, my motion detector says is a group of about one hundred and fifty elites, two wrath tanks, and eighty grunts."

"Damn."

"You saved the universe John, what makes you think you can't do this?"

John turned his head to Dante, silent for a moment. "In situations like this, I was usually lucky enough to have some sort of tank or something that can do some serious damage, not to mention"

"Not to mention what?" Dante asked, confused.

"Nothing."

"Alright, do you have a plan out of this? Because I considered running, then realized they'd just shoot us in the back as soon as we stood."

"We shoot our way out." John said. With that, he picked the car up, and used it as a shield as he fired at the mass of elites. Plasma splashed across the car, melting it almost instantly.

Dante pulled the Chief down as more plasma came his way. "Great plan." The Spartans heard the noise of a wraith's cannon firing, and both jumped separate ways. When the plasma hit, it burnt a smoldering hole in the position they had been moments before. Dante jumped into the air, pressed his legs against the side of a building, and pushed off. Chief looked up to see E18 zigzag jumping up to the top of the buildings. He followed suit.

When the two Spartans reached the roof of a building, they had left the battalion of elites far below. John looked at Dante, grinning behind his visor. "Nice improvisation."

Dante looked up at the sky. "Maybe not. Have you ever heard of roof hopping?"

"Yeah."

"We better start doing it." The John followed E18s eyes to an incoming Stiletto Jet, the Longsword's insurgent counterpart. An alarm started beeping inside of Dante's suit as the vehicle locked on to him, and fired two heat seeking missiles. The two Spartans broke out into a sprint, and jumped off of the nine story building towards another. In mid air, Dante activated two flaps on the back of his armor. They opened, and flares popped out, diverting the missile.

The two Spartans landed on the next building, rolled jumped back up, and kept running. The Stiletto fired its two 80 caliber rotating cannons. Concrete flew into the air as the bullets hit the roof of the building directly behind the two Spartans. "Where are we going?!" The Chief shouted over the deafening boom of the Stiletto's guns.

"I don't know! You've been doing this way longer than me, think of something!"

Something clicked in John's head. A long long time ago, he had been sent on a mock mission, or what was meant to be a mock mission, to test his capabilities. It turned out to be more of an assassination attempt. Naysayers had thrown in an extra surprise. He narrowly escaped death by deflecting a missile from an airstrike. With a little creativity, he could adapt that into an offensive.

The Stilleto locked on to John, and fired two missiles. He jumped off of the edge of the roof, giving himself, and spun to face the fighter. He deflected the first missile with his hand, and grabbed the second, bringing it around, and throwing it like a football straight into the cockpit of the enemy fighter. The explosive detonated, and shattered the plane.

The Chief's landing wasn't as gracefully as his air stunt. The Spartan slammed onto the roof of the next building, and rag dolled over the edge. He made that desperate grab for the edge, but missed. Instead, a hand grabbed his forearm, and the John latched onto his savior's as well, forming a fireman grip. John looked up at Dante, and swung his other arm up, taking a hold of his bicep. "Looks like I have a new partner."



Boomer drifted around the corner of a block in a warthog, Al'Katal in the passenger seat, and another elite gunning. "Where are we going?" Al'Katal asked calmly.

"I'm finding my CO. I'm tracking his tag."

"Should we not be following the mission? Disobeying commands would scathe my honor."

"Shut it with the honor." Boomer said blandly as bullets pinged off of the warthog. A white streak shot through the air, and ran through the gunner's head. Whoever had done that was a good shot, and would make short work of Al'Katal and Boomer. The ODST took a detour to get out of the sniper's sight, but came in contact with an equally deadly foe.

A hunter pair turned towards the warthog, and started to charge their cannons. "It seems we have an issue, human."

"I don't think so." Boomer fishtailed the hog, and slammed one of the hunters with its tail. Unfortunately, it wasn't as effective as he had hoped. The hunter was bushed back at first, but it responded by throwing its arm down at the warthog, splitting it in half. The back rolled, and the front flipped through the air.

"Excellent plan human." Al'Katal said in a sarcastic, calm tone.

"Shut up and hold on!" The front of the warthog slammed back onto the ground, screeching and scratching the street as it slid. When it came to a halt, it was on its side. Boomer groggily climbed out of it, blood dripping down his head. He stopped half way out, keeping a hold on an indentation. The shadow of a hunter loomed over him, this was it, he was dead.

Al'Katal sprung from the wreck, activated his energy blade, and beheaded the hunter. Orange blood spattered his armor. The second hunter charged, preparing to smash the elite. At the last moment, Al'Katal ducked, slid, and cut the creature in half.

"I want one of those things." Boomer grunted as he pushed himself out of the warthog.

"Impossible." Al'Katal replied as he deactivated the sword. He seemed offended by Boomer's statement.

Boomer shook off the crash, and looked around for a weapon. There was nothing. The ODST turned to Al'Katal expectantly. "I need a weapon."



Shadow took a quick glance at his HUD, then when back to killing innies. "The Spartans are moving too fast, we won't be able to catch up with them. Dante and the Chief are almost at the capitol building, and the other Spartans aren't too far behind."

Lieutenant Silvers looked up into the sky, crouching behind a car. "Looks like the dogfight is still on up there. We're not getting any air support."

"I guess we can assist in burning this place to the ground."

Guilt and agony seized Nick. He had shot a child before, and he never wanted to do it again. "Sure, but I'm not raiding any of the civilian bunkers. I'm only fighting in the streets."

Shadow nodded, and popped up out of cover. After firing a few shots, a bullet struck his shoulder, and he fell backwards. "Sh1t!"

"Dale! We've got a man down!" The Ranger medic immediately answered his CO's call, and jumped out of cover. He sprinted towards Shadow and Silver's position at top speed. The soldier was almost there when a bolt of plasma struck him, and he fell to the ground. Holding onto his gut, the medic desperately crawled towards Silvers.

The Lieutenant ran into the open, grabbed onto the medic's vest, and dragged him towards cover, firing his rifle at the same time. Once behind the car, Silvers took a look at the wound. It was bad. The shot had opened a gaping hole in his body, showing burnt intestines. The medic gritted his teeth and writhed his legs as Silvers rummaged through the man's pack for something to patch him up with. "Pain killers." The downed man grunted.

Silvers understood. He took a needle from the medic's supplies, and stuck it in the man's arm. The medic let out a long sigh as the drugs moved though his veins. His breath ended, and he was still. Nick closed the man's eyes, grabbed a can of biofoam, and turned back to Shadow. "I think it nailed an artery." The ODST worried.

"Nothing a little biofoam can't fix." The Ranger winced as he sprayed it into Shadow's wound. He knew the feeling. It was almost worse than the bullet.

"Ouuuuuuuch."

"Don't be a baby. Get up and fire your weapon." Nick popped up over the hood of the car, and fired a few shots. There were so many innies one didn't even have to aim. "Wow, there's uh, there's a lot of em."

Shadow looked back up at the sky, as if he was waiting for an angel to come down an save him from hell. "This is ground to air, we are in desperate need of air support."

You and the rest of the UNSC!

"Well, we're screwed." The enemy fire began to stop as screams of pain shot through the air. In a short amount of time, the firefight was over. Lieutenant Silvers slowely raised his head above the hood of the car to see allied elite forces approaching. They had come from behind, and annihilated the innies.

Shadow got up, and leaned against and walked towards the Sangheili. "Nice of you to show up."

"We have lost a brother. Have you seen him?"

"How the hell are we supposed to know? You all look the same." The Ranger who had spoken received a swift smack to the back of his head by another.

"No," Shadow said, "We haven't"

A man ran around the corner from behind the elites, obviously fleeing from something. "Hold you're fire!" He yelled as he ran towards his allies.

Silvers narrowed his eyes, and tilted his head. "Is that?"

Shadow zoomed with his visor. "Boomer?"


Cont...

[Edited on 05.21.2010 9:11 PM PDT]

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Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project (Part Twenty Eight Is Available!)
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Sarah swiftly turned around the corner of the alley way. Separated from the rest of the Spartans during a ferocious firefight, she was on her own. She made the point of avoiding too much enemy contact. Even the Spartans were pressing their limits.

Slowly Sarah advanced down the alleyway. The sharp turns were very dangerous, and so where the exits back out onto the road. Last time she had tried to leave the alley she came in contact with six enemy tanks. She barely escaped.

Turning the next corner, Sarah hit a dead end. She could jump into the air out of the alleyway, but then she would be exposed to aircrafts. Finally, she decided she would make her own exit.

A16 wound her arm back, preparing the smash a hole through the alleyway. Right before she threw the punch, a red blip appeared on her radar. She spun around in a flash, shotgun raised and ready to fire.

What Sarah saw froze her in place. Standing by the turn she had just taken was a two meter tall human figure. It was clad in jet black armor with a glowing red faceplate, the same glow emanated from small slits in its armor. They did it, they made Spartans.

  • 05.21.2010 2:12 PM PDT

An assassin will always carry on, even after death.

Your Spartans will definitly need the other SIIs from ONYX. Ackerson really has them in deep..eh.. you know what I mean

  • 05.21.2010 3:51 PM PDT

I once heard an old man say " Years ago, i sold my trumpet for something to eat, and know i know it would be better to die of hunger."

I upload a ton of Halo clips on my YouTube channel, feel free to subscribe.

I feel as if this is real cannon, but its not. :(
Keep it up, you may want to add in some guns from Halo Reach though, to keep it fresh.

  • 05.21.2010 5:34 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project (Part Thirty One Is Ready!)
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Sarah knew her enemy could avoid the shotgun blast. She put her shotgun on her back, and drew out her knife.A16's enemy pulled two short blades form his thighs, and deftly twirled them between his fingers.

Sarah took a defensive stance. She didn't know how fast this Spartan was, and she didn't want to figure out by a devastating counter attack. The Spartan rushed forward, and swung one knife. Sarah ducked under the swing, and stuck her knife through his shields and into his side. Good, she could win this. Pulling it out, she spun around for another strike.

The enemy Spartan made a second charge as biofoam filled his wound. He threw his first knife, which Sarah dodged. However, she didn't have time to evade his slash. The knife burst through her shields, and made an incision in her abdomen. It wasn't too deep, but it was slightly impairing.

A16 punched her combatant in the stomach, and stabbed him twice, causing him to drop his knives. Biofoam filled his wounds as he brought his elbow into the side of Sarah's helmet. It sent her spinning into the wall of the alleyway. She dropped her knife, and the enemy Spartan repeatedly drove his fists into her faceplate.

Sarah's visor shattered, and the front of her helmet started to dent. As the armored figure went to strike her, she grabbed his wrists, and head butted him. He was dazed for a moment, allowing Sarah do get behind him, slam him into the wall, and drive her fist into his spine as hard as she could. The adamantium plating on the Spartans spinal cord was shattered, and a loud "SNAP!" confirmed that the bone had split in half.

The insurgent Spartan dropped to the ground, unable to stand. Sarah picked up a knife, and drove it as hard as she could into his chest. Sarah pulled off her helmet to shake the fragments of the mirrored faceplate out. She had taken a hefty beating, and armored bones had broken. "It's a shame, you know," A voice said from behind. Sarah spun around to see her enemy slightly leaning up, "That such a pretty girl has to die."

As a final act before his death, the Spartan drew out a plasma grenade with lightning speed, activated it, and threw it though the air. Sarah tried to move to the side, but it was too late. With a hiss, the grenade stuck to the Spartans chest, sealing her fate. "No!"


A red light flashed in the corner of Dante's HUD, right where Sarah's status was. His eyes darted to the display to see a red line below the Spartan's tag. "Sarah!"

John looked at Dante, who had gripped his battle rifle so tightly that the metal had crumpled. That wasn't good. An emotional outburst, from a Spartan, and it was at the worst time. John and Dante were looking right at the capitol building, and had just breached its outer perimeter.

Dante's eyes were locked on A16s status, devastation in his eyes. Miraculously, her vitals spiked. It wasn't much, but her heart was beating. The Spartan's suit must have sent an electrical pulse through her body, reviving her. Even so, she wouldn't last long. Any wound that would stop her heart was serious, and even her MJOLNIR armor wouldn't be able to keep her alive.

Without warning, Dante took off away from the capitol building. "What are you doing?!" The Chief shouted. Dante paid no attention, but kept on running as fast as his muscles would let him.

He ran past Cody, who reached an arm out to grab him. "Dante, don't!" There was no stopping him, and the Spartans knew it. Moving on, the rest of the Spartans joined the Master Chief, taking cover behind reinforced concrete barriers surrounding the capitol building.

Brian took cover next to 117, keeping his head as low as he could. "Snipers on the roof," 117 tapped on a skim mark on the top of his helmet, and Brian's jaw dropped, "Luckiest man alive."

"Incoming wraith tanks!" Cody shouted, pulling the SPNKR off of his back. Massive globs of purple fire flew through the air, heading for the Spartan's positions. A group of the super soldiers were in the blast zone. Two of them made it out, but the third wasn't as fortunate. The only thing he left behind were carbonized bones lying within an outline of his former self against the scorched ground.

"Take down those wraiths!" The Chief ordered. Plasma grenades and rockets flew at the enemy vehicles. They tried to back out, but were too slow. There were flashes of light they detonated, sending purple metal into the air.

Cody fired a third rocket at the jackal snipers on the roof, blowing them to pieces. "Is there a back entrance to this place? He could escape through there."

"The elites are attacking from there," The Chief answered, "He's got nowhere to go." The Spartans rushed forward, jumping over concrete barriers on an unstoppable onslaught. Brian ripped a turret off of its mount, then did the same with a second. They felt as light as pistols as he warmed up the weapons, and unleashed hell on the innies at the foot of the white building.

The bullets from Brian's turrets cut through the pillars at the entrance, killing anyone behind them. The innies ran for the entrance in a futile attempt to escape the Spartans. Instead of refuge, they received bullets to their backs. One Spartan was ahead of the others, reaching the area in front of the building first. He spun around in a blur. He knew he wouldn't be able to escape. All he could do was warn. "Take cov-!"

The other Spartans jumped behind barriers as a line of explosives in front of the building detonated. The Spartan who had warned them was nowhere to be seen. It was hard to see a soldier fall that way, but his death wasn't in vein. Without him, they would all be dead.

As the Spartans ascended the wide steps, they kept out a close watch for explosives. The door to the capitol building was reinforced, grade-A titanium energy resistant doors. No explosive they possessed could blow through that. Spartan E10, Tyler, activated a policed energy sword, and began to cut the door. "We've got company." Brian said, spotting a mass of insurgent forces flooding from the streets towards the capitol building.

"Cover E10 while he cuts the door." John said, pulling his sniper rifle off of his back, and getting on his stomach. The Spartans had the high ground, but were vastly outnumbered. Taking positions, they prepared for the most vicious fight of their lives


Boomer looked over his shoulder as he ran towards Silvers and Shadow. Close behind him was an elite in black armor, looking as equally worried. "Tanks!" Boomer yelled, bounding over the hood of a car. Two scorpion tanks rounded the corner, aiming their cannons for the UNSC soldiers.

The tanks exploded in balls of fire, and a longsword interceptor flew overhead. Raptor 17 strikes again.

Silvers let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks seventeen, we were done for."

Just watching out for my- nearly half of Raptor 17's interceptor was blown off as a chunk of tungsten slammed into its side. The longsword left a trail of smoke behind it as it tumbled down in a fiery wreck.

The longsword's demise was obscured by tall buildings, and its impact drowned out by gunfire. Everyone was silent, the same thought going through all of their heads, if it wasn't for me "Alright," Shadow said, trying to sound unscathed, "Let's get moving."

This is Ra---eventeen. The voice from the week, crackling transmission was strained and panicked. I've crashed---iddle of a square. I'm wou---imiddiate medical---nyone read me?

"Rodger that 17," Shadow replied, "We're on our way. Whatever you do, do not pop smoke."

Pop smoke? What do---I am, a---cking idiot?

"We going after him?" Ranger Private Jay Cooley asked nervously.

Silvers turned to him with a face devoid of emotion. "What do you think?" Nightfall set in as the squad headed for Raptor 17. The city was slowly but surely getting quieter. One side was winning, but due to the confusion and jumbling of battle plans, it was impossible to tell.

Shadow almost fell over as his foot struck a hard object. Catching his balance, he looked down. "Nice." The ODST grabbed an abandoned AIE-486 heavy machine gun, and threw it over his shoulder. He grabbed a few belts of ammo, slung them around the back of his neck, and handed the tripod to a Ranger.

"Is that really necessary?" Silvers asked, frustrated. All he wanted to do was get the pilot, and go on with the mission. The gun would slow them down, and probably not even be of use.

"If we get ambushed in that square, I want something big."

Al'Katal raised his needle rifle as he heard a noise from behind a car. "Dune." A voice said. Dune was the code word for asking if one was a friendly. It would alert the enemy, if they were the enemy, but it would still give the UNSC soldier a jump before they knew if it was a friendly or not.

"Grinder." Shadow replied.

"Oh thank god!" A marine stood up from behind the car, "Private Godfrey, twenty first battalion. We were ambushed from building windows. I'm the only one left."

"Are you hit?"

"No."

"Good," Shadow beckoned the marine to follow with his head, "You're coming with us."

"But-"

"That's an order soldier." Finally reaching the square, the squad spotted a downed longsword interceptor, smoking in the middle of the open space. The only cover was elevated pieces of concrete were flowers and trees were planted. It wasn't much, but it would do if they were ambushed.


Cont...

[Edited on 05.27.2010 2:16 PM PDT]

  • 05.23.2010 8:54 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project (Part Twenty Five Is Up!}
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The men moved in with caution, scanning the windows of the nearby buildings. They reached the longsword, and crouched to get through the huge smoldering hole blown in the side of the aircraft. Raptor 17 was sitting in the pilot's seat, a shard of metal running through his leg, and deep into the floor. "I hope you have a blowtorch." He said, turning his head to the squad.

Silvers looked at his men. "Blowtorch?" One of the rangers moved up, and knelt down to cut the metal. "Jay, Ethan, keep a watch outside."

"Yes sir." The Rangers replied in unison, exiting the aircraft.

"How long will this take?" Boomer asked.

The Ranger with the blowtorch thought for a moment, then came to a conclusion. "Uh, ten-fifteen minutes."

"I don't think we have that long." Jay said from outside the longsword, "You might want to take a look at this." Everyone but the Ranger cutting the metal exited the aircraft.

Shadow nearly dropped the AIE as he stared. "Ohhhhhh sh1t."


(Sorry it's so long. I'll try to make them shorter.)

  • 05.23.2010 8:55 AM PDT

An assassin will always carry on, even after death.

Keep 'em long.

Pop smoke? What do---I am, a---cking idiot?
I LOLd

  • 05.23.2010 10:05 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project (Part Thirty Is Available!)
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NOO keep them long. Nice to get a longer read. Dante's emontianal ties are going to be the end of him.

[Edited on 05.23.2010 1:54 PM PDT]

  • 05.23.2010 1:54 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project (Part Thirty One Is Ready!)
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Silvers got on one knee behind a concrete rise, and aimed his rifle at the horde of insurgent troops running their way. "Fire fire fire!" His Rangers pulled their triggers, and bodies hit the ground. Boomer helped Shadow set up the AIE, and raised his scavenged grenade launcher. He liked to stick to his job.

Shadow fired the AIE, sending a wall of bullets into the charging enemy, which had started to spread out after entering the square, but not much. Red mist sprayed into the air as bullets met their targets. The squad kept their heads as low as they could as they fired at the enemy. The concrete rise gave them an advantage, shielding them from incoming bullets. Only one thing was off. Why would so many innies go for just one squad? They were heading for something. The men were just in the way.

Insurgent bodies began to pile up like wood as the AIE and Boomer's grenade launcher defined slaughter. "Reloading!" Shadow shouted as he pulled a belt off of the back of his neck, and started to load the machinegun. Boomer's grenade launcher clicked. That was it, the last of the grenades. The sudden halt of firepower gave the innies ground. The closer they got, the bigger the chance of being shot.

The Silvers and his Rangers did their best to hold them back, but they could only do so much. The marine with them was struck directly in the skull. The bullet blew a chunk of his unprotected head off, spattering the Lieutenant with blood and brains.

Shadow had reloaded the AIE, and was firing at the enemy once again. The innie's bodies jerked and twisted as the ODST swept their lines with his weapon. The enemy had taken so many casualties that they started using the mounds of fallen comrades as cover.

Boomer pulled the pin of a fragmentation grenade. "Fire in the hole!" He shouted, lobbing it into the air, and behind a pile of bodies the enemy was using as a refuge. When the explosive detonated, chunks of meat flew through the air, and hit the ground along with a shower of blood.

Shadow's machinegun clicked again, and he started loading in his last belt. The Ranger to his right cried out in pain as multiple bullets struck him in the back, piercing his vest, and killing him.

Shadow detached the turret, and spun around. There stood a single insurrectionist solder, his red eyeholes glowing ominously at Shadow. His mask obscured the expression of pure fear.

Shadow pulled the trigger, and the innie's body began to jerk in random motions as he fell backward. Even when the man was on the ground, Shadow kept firing. His finger was locked on the trigger as he turned the body to mush.

By the time Shadow ran out of ammunition, the disfigured object in front of him barely resembled a human. It was more of scraps of clothing and flesh covered in gaping holes.

"What the hell are you doing?!" A Ranger shouted. Shadow slowly turned around, still in shock from turning around to see a gun barrel pointing at his head. "Get down!" The Ranger cried out, but Shadow stood still, in plain sight. It wasn't until a bullet pinged off of the side of his back plate that he dove back into the cover of the concrete rise.

Silvers looked over at Boomer, who was firing of the last clip of his magnum. "Where the hell did your elite buddy go?" As if on cue, an energy sword activated in mid air by the enemy, as if it were floating. It swung in all directions, dismembering man after man.

"Fall back!" An insurrectionist officer shouted. The enemy turned and ran. They would have to find another way to their destination, because they sure as hell weren't getting through the square.

Al'Katal deactivated his stealth system as he stepped back into the center of the square with the rest of the squad. "Impressive. I do not believe I have ever seen such valor from humans."

There was a cry of pain from inside the longsword interceptor, and the hiss of biofoam. The Ranger who had cut the metal carried Raptor 17 out of his aircraft over one shoulder. "Alright, where to?"

"We should get to the nearest camp, so we can drop off 17 and resupply." Shadow suggested.

Silvers nodded. "Agreed." The men picked up their tattered courage, and went on their way.


Dante ran right through firefights, not even paying attention as he sprinted towards Sarah. The promise he made to himself about not abandoning his mission for her might as well have never existed.

Halfway there, Dante noticed five red blips on his tail. He took a quick look, then a double take. Tall, black armored figures were on him like a pack of hounds. Dante knew what they were, the UNSC's worst nightmare come true.

Dante began to zigzag as bullets pinged off of the ground around him, occasionally bouncing off of his shields. He pulled the pin on a grenade, slightly cooked it, and dropped it. All of the enemy Spartans were able to get away from the blast zone but one, whose shields were immediately drained.

E18 jumped into a back flip. When he was facing his opponents, he fired five shots from his DMR at the unshielded Spartan. Each bullet struck its head, the first two breaking his visor, the second two cracking the adamantite plating on his skull, and the fifth burrowing itself in his brain.

Dante landed on his feet, and continued running. One down, four to go. Turning the next street corner, he found a tank pointing at a group of marines. E18 simply tore the top off of the tank, spun around, and holding the barrel like a bat, smashed the base of it over an enemy Spartan's head. In almost the same movement, he pushed the front of the tank up, obscuring himself from the sight of his enemies. Before they could get around the tank, Dante slipped into a building, and waited for his enemy to pass.

After the Spartans had gone, Dante exited the building, and continued. Reaching the Sarah's alleyway, he sped up, frantically pushing off of the walls with a hand every time he turned a corner. He wasn't even checking the turns. When he reached the dead end, he saw Sarah lying motionless on the ground, and next to her, an enemy Spartan with a knife lodged in his heart.

Dante knelt down to Sarah. She was unconscious, the front of her armor blown off, and the skin of her torso burnt off, revealing carbonized bones.

No field medic could treat Sarah's wound. The medical attention she needed was up in space. However, if he could get her to a camp, they might be able keep her alive until Dante had the opportunity to get her up onto a ship, and Dante would do anything to get her up there.

There were three thuds behind E18, and he spun around to see the three black armored super soldiers. Dante knew it was over. There was no way he could beat three Spartans in hand to hand combat, but there was no way in hell that he was going to leave Sarah for dead.

Dante poised in a defensive stance, and fearlessly stared into the burning red faceplates of his enemy. "Alright you bastards, give me all you've got."


Cont...

[Edited on 05.25.2010 6:37 PM PDT]

  • 05.25.2010 5:04 PM PDT
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Tanks, wraiths, ghosts, warthogs, and both alien and human forces approached the capitol building. This was it, whoever won this fight, won the war. "E10, how long will it take you to cut the door?" For once in his life, John's voice had a hint of worry.

Tyler thought for a moment, then answered. "An hour."

"We don't have an hour!" Brian shouted, firing his battle rifle at the oncoming mass of troops.

"Well what the hell do you want me to do?! Knock?!"

"Fight them," The Master Chief stressed, "Not each other." He scanned the crowd on insurgents with his sniper scope for a high ranking officer. He needed to grease as many of them as he could before they got within range. He spotted an elite in orange armor. That was high on the insurgent elite system, not too high, but worth a bullet.

The elite's head exploded as the Chief's bullet sliced through its skull. "Is everyone at their positions?" Green lights on Johns HUD flashed, confirming that everyone was ready, "Good. I want those tanks and wraiths down as fast as possible. They could hit the pillars. I don't want five tons of marble on my head."

Cody readied his SPNKR, as did four other Spartans. "Hit the cockpits. If anyone misses just once, we all die." The Spartans fired their launchers, destroying three scorpions and a wraith.

The second salvo destroyed four more vehicles. There were still two tanks and three wraiths left, and they were out of rockets, but they could find another way to take those down.

Brian put his finger over the trigger of his BR55, waiting for the enemy to get in range. There was a beeping in every Spartan's helmet, and the Chief gave the command. "Open fire!"

Immediately after the Spartans, the enemy began to return fire. They didn't head for the concrete barriers, but instead went on a direct charge. Whoever their field commander was wasn't afraid to spend lives.

The Spartans cut down their enemies with ease, but they just kept coming, slowly gaining ground. Then they moved up their armor, having the infantry stay close behind, using them as a shield. Marble from the capitol building splintered and cracked as a hail of bullets crashed into it.

The Spartans who weren't immediately cut down went prone. "Take out those warthog gunners!" John shouted, aiming his sniper at the hatch of a scorpion tank. He fired three shots, breaking the metal, then a fourth to kill the operator.

A massive ball of plasma flew from a wraith cannon, heading right for Cody. He dove out of the way, but the explosion drained his shields. When five bullets hit him, three made it though his armor. He let out not even a grunt as biofoam filled the wounds.

The Chief knew that the vehicle operators were targeting the staircase now, and were about to release a volley of tungsten and plasma that would obliterate him and the rest of the Spartans. There was no time to think, he had to act.

John got off of his stomach, zigzagged and rolled down the steps, and activated his energy blade. He had to be careful, and use the enemy vehicles as a sort of cover while he destroyed them at the same time.

John ran directly into the front of a warthog with his energy blade in front of him. Splitting the vehicle in half, he used one of the sides as a bludgeon to smash another warthog to pieces with one swing.

Rolling to the side, avoiding a hail of bullets, John grabbed the hood of the smashed hog, and used it as a shield as he ran towards a tank.

The wraiths and tanks had turned their attention to 117, knowing he was the immediate threat. John bent the barrel of one of the scorpions, and pushed off as it fired. The slug smashed into the bend in the metal, and detonated, blowing the tank apart.

John jumped on top of one of the three remaining wraiths, and drove his energy sword into the cockpit. He pulled open the hatch, threw the body out, and hijacked it. The first blast from his wraith slammed into the one by his side, melting the cockpit, and killing its operator.

The second blast incinerated a large group of soldiers, and the third melted three warthogs. A beeping noise sounded in the cockpit, a missile had locked on.

117 jumped out of the wrath just in time. It exploded in a blue flash, sending John through the air, and crashing onto the steps of the capitol building. A hand immediately grabbed him, and pulled him behind a pillar.

Cody tapped the side of the Chief's helmet while he tried to keep his own head down. "On your feet sir!"

The last wraith exploded as Brian threw his only plasma grenade onto the hatch of its cockpit. Now that the armor was out of the way, all they had to do was deal with the remaining troops.

The Spartans were inches from victory when an insurgent elite ship entered the atmosphere, and hovered above the capitol building. Brian watched with widened eyes as grav lifts appeared, sending down thousands of insurgent elites. "Mother mercy..."

[Edited on 05.26.2010 12:55 PM PDT]

  • 05.25.2010 5:08 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project (Part Thirty Is Available!)

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!

Jeeze, isn't this like the second time Sarah has had the front of her body blown apart?

  • 05.25.2010 11:15 PM PDT