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And so, Achronos lifted the banhammer high above his head, exclaming "You shall not sully these forums again!" And with one, deft blow, he brought the banhammer down upon the offender, and slew him.
Bah, what's the point? You're only goingt to troll, flame or E-raip me.
Here's my new Halo story. It's about govenor Jacob Jiles, Leader of insurrectionist forces after Watts. It starts with his childhood, and what happened to turn him into an innie. Hope you like it.
"Jacob! Fiona! Dinner's ready!" Jacob turned to the source of the calling, and sniffed the air; he picked up a familiar scent in his nostrils: Pork chops... and, if he smelt right, Mashed Potatoes. His favourite.
He pushed past his younger sister, Fiona, and ran back home, as fast as his legs could carry him.
"Jacob!" Fiona shouted "Wait for me!" Fiona was two years younger than Jacob, and vastly more athletic. Her long, thin legs pumping, she caught Jacob in a flash.
He always admired his sister's athleticism, even if it did mean she won most of the games they played.
They ran through the fields of wheat, hopped over fences and jumped ditches, running through their families' hard earned farmland. Jacob was like any ordinary outer colony child: Living on a family farm, helping with the farming, and would probably become another farmer.
He was shorter than most, and was teased in his early years of school. His face was tanned from working in the fields, and dotted with freckles. His long brown hair often drooped into his eyes, and he had to brush it off.
They reached the family house, a large, stone built house from the early days of the colony. "There you are!" his mother said, wiping sweat off her brow. "Come in, it's on the table!"
Jacob looked at his mother: she was short, heavily built, and strong. A handkerchief was wrapped around her head, above her loving, tender face. She smiled at him; whispered "I love you" as the children walked past.
He walked over some water on the floor, and fell, face first, to the ground. "Oh, Jacob, are you alright?" Eyes still streaming, he stood up, and said "I'm...I'm fine" Fiona started to laugh, pointing at him and saying "Watch out for the floor, dufus!"
Jacob could feel himself getting angrier at his sister "Shut up." He said, trying to control himself. "Why? What'cha gonna do? Fall over on me?"
She replied, knowing she'd hit a sore spot. Jacob felt himself getting hotter; he couldn't control himself any longer, and screamed
"Shut up! Just shut up now! You stupid, ugly- He charged at her, fists flying and felt himself being lifted up. "Jacob!" His mother shouted.
"Do not try to hurt your sister!" Fiona started to stick her tongue out at Jacob, and she lifted her up, too. "You are as much to blame, Fiona. Now sit down!" She said, dropping them into their seats.
The plate infront of him was full; the pork chops he had smelt on his way home took up most of the space, and some of the potato was overflowing onto the table.
He felt his stomach grumble at the feast before him, but waited for his father to take the first bite, as was the family tradition.
His father, even to him, was a mysterious man. He worked hard during the day, trying to keep the farm's ageing JOTUN mark IIs going. It wasn't that the farm was poor, just his mother was good with money, and didn't see the point in upgrading. His father would work all day, and then go out at night, to somewhere unknown to Jacob.
He sometimes heard his father come back, late at night, muttering to himself. He didn't know what he was saying, but it sounded ominous. Something about testing.
Jacob's stomach grumbled again, and he was snapped back to the present. His father brought a slice of lamb to his lips, and took a bite. Jacob and his sister dug into their meals, but his mother waited, to see what her husband thought. "Its lovely dear." He said, across the table.
Content that he liked it, their mother dug in. Jacob was barely chewing his food; it was delicious. He gulped it down, feeling the sumptuous meat slide down his gullet.
A few minutes later, he and his sister had finished their meals, and waited, politely, for dessert. Their parents finished a while after them, and when they finally had, his mother turned to them, and said "Right, who wants apple pie?"
Jacob was impressed; apple pie was his favourite dessert. His mother put the apple pie on the table, steam rising from it, and took out a knife. Jacob thought he heard engines, but put it down to the farms JOTUNs.
No, it couldn't be. The JOTUNs had been disabled for the night. He heard the engines again, this time with a high pitched whistle behind them. And they were getting closer. They stopped, not so far away.
He heard heavily booted footsteps approaching the house. "Jacob" his mother whispered, "Go and fetch the plates for the pie."
He turned to his mother. "Erm... Okay." As he opened the cupboard, he heard the door slam open, and a shout of "GET DOWN!"
He heard his mother, who held steadfast in the face of danger; shout "what are you doing in my house! Get out!"
Jacob poked his head around the corner. Four heavily armoured men stood in the doorway, pointing weapons at his mother, who was still holding a knife for the pie. "Drop the weapon, ma'am" His mother stared back in defiance, not willing to roll over for these intruders.
"Drop it. Now." Said the lead man. He pulled back the charging handle on his weapon. "NEVER!" Jacob's mother shouted.
"Please, I don't want to hurt you. Just drop it." "Get out of my- His mother never finished her sentence. The men opened fire, a full automatic cannonade, straight at his mother.
She was hit square in the chest, her face screwing up in pain, and dropped, bleeding heavily. They stopped, and advanced further into the house.
Two higher calibre gunshots echoed through the house, and one of the armoured men screamed. His father was stood, revolver still smoking, in front of the men.
"There's the target, get him!" Jacob's father fired again, taking out another man. The leader fired, and Jacob watched in terror as his father hit the floor, gasping for breath. Fiona screamed from under the table, and started to weep uncontrollably.
"Sergeant?" One of the men said, looking at Fiona.
"Sergeant Ackerson? Over here." The murderer named Ackerson walked over to him.
"Sir, perhaps we should take her back. She's obviously distraught."
Ackerson turned to him and replied; "We can't. Her father was an Innie Scumbag. I won't have her on base." Jacob could feel himself burning up again, getting angrier at this murderer.
"We have to do something!" The other man said, facing up to Ackerson.
"You're right" He replied, and in one, fluid motion pulled out a pistol from his belt, and shot Fiona.
"There." He said. He turned, and walked away.
"You... You bastard..." Whispered the man. He turned, and walked out of the house.
Jacob curled into a ball, and started to sob silently. Two hours passed, and Jacob finally plucked up the courage to go back to the dining room.
He stared at the carnage; his whole family killed in the space of three minutes. 'Ackerson' that name echoed in his mind as he looked at them.
This 'Ackerson' was the reason his whole family was dead. He walked over to his father, and picked up the gun.
"One day, Ackerson, I'll get you. One day!" He shouted, his voice echoing through the house. "God Damn you!" Running upstairs, he quickly packed his rucksack, dropped the gun inside, and walked out of the house. This was it. He was leaving his past, his family, and everything behind forever
[Edited on 04.16.2010 8:13 AM PDT]