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ya i heard bout taht

  • 12.02.2005 3:08 PM PDT
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ok

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its getting off topic here...

  • 12.03.2005 1:50 PM PDT
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poo on a plates fanfic: ALLIANCE MY ARSE!

every ones writing about an alliance but im writing the complete oppisite.
link in sig

  • 12.06.2005 11:23 PM PDT
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HEY DUDE, I DONT KNOW WHAT SHOULD I SAY

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The Master Chief's departure from High Charity was short from disaster to the Covenant stationed there. The Flood infestation wiped out thousands of their forces, and continued to break down their lines even more until only a few able-bodied soldiers remained. The Prophets had all left with the Elites and other council members which were still loyal to the Covenant. The Elites that had participated in the uprising were left to die, struggling against the fierce Flood infection forms and the Brutes, whom threatened them perhaps more than the alien infection. Regardless, the planet was now in utter chaos and those who lingered after the ships' departures would soon face their demise. The Prophets had spoken of this moment since the begining of The Covenant... The Great Journey, freedom would soon be near for the warriors whom stayed loyal. They were headed to the last planet where human life remained... with Reach out of the way, there was a clean shot at Earth and this time there would be no mistaking. This would be an all out attack and our last shot at survival. The Chief's voice crackled over the COM channel, and Lord Hood immediately jumped to the radio and responded. The Covenant were making their way with as many ships as they could muster. The Covenant wanted to end this just as bad as we do. The Marines were called to their stations immediately and MAC guns were repositioned. Every scrap of metal was sent to create weapons for the last defense... the last hope. A small ship came speeding toward Earth, an alien ship... the Orbital Defense Grid was all over this one until the commanders stopped their attack, the Chief had returned... and not a second too late. He passed through the defensive formation and passed through the atmosphere. "I sure as hell hope I can land this thing." he said to himself. Without Cortana, he had to do a lot more on his own, and he hadn't felt the same since she had left him. He always felt strange, however, when the AI was not in. She was like a second brain to him, he considered her his closest ally in battle, and he knew he would need to work his ass of to survive. The ship shook as it came through the atmoshpere and he pressed a purple symbol in the middle of a control panel. There was no time to press another if this didnt land the ship, he had to hope this was the right move. It came closer and closer to the ground then slowed and landing gear extended. Once again, his instinct had helped him. There was no chance that he'd have a bad landing kill him, not after all the battles he'd survived.... not after the Covenant were making a final move on their last stronghold... humans had lived here for so long, Earth was their original birthplace and he wasn't about to let these alien Bastards take it without a fight, after a second though... he wasn't going to let them take it at all. The Chief walked out of the ship to find a welcoming party pf a few marines and a lot of civilians waiting. They were told to wait in case Flood had infected the members aboard the ship, but these were new recruits, and even most of the oldest salts hadn't seen the Flood yet, let alone a SPARTAN. The Chief was huge, walked off the strange alien ship and was greeted by a mix of happieness and confusion. "S...s....s...sir...", said one of the youngest marines there, "Lord Hood would like to see you immediately, sir..." the Chief smiled, though no one could tell. "Take me to him son, we need a plan." he said, with his smile fading. The marines rode the Chief in a Warthog to A headquarters deep in hills around the area. The UNSC decided this would be a good defense if the planet was 'glassed' as the Covies called it. Maybe the fortress could withstand it. The SPARTAN steped out and went with the marines until they came to a stop at a large, foot thick door. "They're waiting for you in there, Sir!" said an older marine. "Thank you soldier" the Chief said, then he saluted the youngest one and he was saluted back. The Chief walked through the door and was asked immediately "How long, Chief... how long do we have?" The Chief took of his helmet, a handsome, yet terrifying man responded "Less than 12 hours, they are going for reinforcements though, I believe, so we need to decide now what to do." Lord Hood stepped out from the shadows and said "12 hours ins't a lot of time Chief, so let's get stared now... what happened up there?" the Chief explained what happened, the whole story. About Cortana... and about how he lost Johnson and Miranda Keyes. The officers in the room had never been in a fight, and after hearing this story, knew that they never wanted to be... but everyone would be fighting this time. The whole world stopped turning and a sliver of light shined through a window in the fortress, then all went dark. Voices cracked over the radio, they had come. "Chief! I need you up there now, let's move men! This is it!" Everyone on the planet stopped and Earth took a last deep breath before they arrived... the anticipation of their coming was adding up until now, then everyone wished there was more time. This was it...

  • 12.07.2005 11:14 AM PDT
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My halo fan fiction uses character/weapons/vehicles/etc, from the haloverse and also adds a bunch of new ones. It is an ongoing storyline (I am currently working my way through book 2) and is much too long to post in these forums. If you are interested in reading a fan fiction that is taking the shape of a decent sized novel please feel free to view it at my clan's site: http://www.black-opsehc.com/ (that is the home page, just scroll down and on the left you will see links to all my fan fiction pages) (Book 1 can be found at: http://www.black-opsehc.com/page12.html) might take you some time to read so grab a can of mountain dew, put in your favorite CD, and enjoy. :)

  • 12.13.2005 8:14 AM PDT
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I've started writing a fanfic, telling the story of the events following the end of Halo 2.

Halo:Reversals

  • 12.13.2005 12:34 PM PDT
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I thought I would post a sampling of my storyline here (if there is a period in the middle of a word i put it there to defeat my site's censors):


Chapter I: Flesh And B.lood

Time: 1330 hours./ September 23 2552:/ (two weeks after events in “First

Strike”)
Location:: Wraith:/Third Moon of UNSC Space Colony:
“Transparent Shadow”:/ :/lava run 25 kilometers
away from military base: “Zulu9”:/
Omega System

The marines died because of a simple malfunction. An exhaust manifold
on the pelican dropship had been defective and jammed causing the crash
of the ship. The actual crash hadn’t killed the ten UNSC soldiers, the
Covenant patrol had. As soon as the dropship had crashed the ten marines
had jumped out of the wreck into a barrage of plasma fire. The marines
would have been proud of themselves….if they had survived. Three ghost
recon vehicles, fifteen grunts, two elites, and about five jackals-the
total covenant patrol-lay around the crash site in numerous positions of
death. Bright iridescent alien bl.ood of various colors mingled with the
crimson red human bl.ood and stained the black lava rock.


There was one survivor to the crash and the ensuing skirmish. This
survivor knelt among the gore staring at the humans. Too many of
his race had died because of minor details. Bad commanders, bad
equipment, equipment malfunction, bad orders, corrupti…. “Chief.”
Cortana’s voice snapped Spartan117-Master Chief-out of his trance.

“I know it’s hard, but you have to let them go.” Cortana’s digitalized
voice said inside his head.
“I know, I know, it just shouldn’t have happened. Not when I was with
them. I was trained to protect them, and when the time comes, I’m
useless.”
“Chief, you can’t blame yourself for every casualty. Think about how
many you’ve saved.”


Master Chief shook his helmeted head and started to take stock of his
surroundings. He hadn’t had time to study the land after the crash
because of the instant Covenant attack. He and the marines had been sent
on a recon patrol to find and save a warthog patrol. Three marines had gone missing and Master Chief’s patrol had
been sent to retrieve them. Currently Master Chief was stationed on the
moon called Wraith. Him and the remnant of his squad that had returned from the fight after Reach had been given the option of shore leave on Earth. Master Chief had opted for the outpost position. It was meant to be a little time off after his narrow escape from Reach, the fight on Halo, and the subsequent fighting, but Covenant troops had infiltrated the small moon and now were starting probing attacks on Zulu9. The Covenant seemed to be gaining footholds everywh….. “CHIEF!! You drifted again. You’re going to have to focus if you want to get back to the base by nightfall.”
“I’m sorry, it’s just….the past few weeks have been…….tiring.”
“I know, don’t forget I was here most of the time.”
The Spartan reached into one of his storage compartments in his armor
and touched a button that injected more adrenaline into his system. He
again shook his head and focused on studying the land. The black porous
rock stretched to the horizon with heat waves rising into the dusty air.
The dust was so dense that it was almost like a light black fog keeping
the heat of the sun in. The nearest star: Apollo 153 shone down and
heated the ground so hot that it would burn bare skin. Temperatures were
well above 120 and if it wasn’t for Master Chief’s Mjolnir suit and its
air conditioning unit, he would have been incapacitated with the heat.
He stood up and slowly walked towards the wreck of the pelican. He
stooped to pick up his pi.stol where he had dropped it in the dust.
Instantly when his glove touched the handle of the weapon, a HUD appeared
on the inside of his face plate showing a sighting reticule and the am.mo
count: 1. He was half way to the pelican when he stopped. He stood
there motionless and unmoving. The heat shimmered off his olive green
armor as he appeared to be in deep thought. Suddenly, to fast for the
eye to follow, he wheeled around and grabbed the gold elite that had been
creeping up on him by the throat. The elite must have played possum during the battle. Master Chief's genetically and surgically enhanced strength along with his Mjolnir Suit's strength made his grip a grip of steel as he crushed the elite’s throat. The gold elite’s eyes bulged as his throat was compressed, but his eyes registered something
much different when the barrel of the pi.stol was crushed through his
mandibles and into his mouth.
“Eat it you sonuva-blam!-!” The Spartan growled.
The report was loud in the airless heat as the high impact round tore
through the alien’s mouth and blew its brains out. Master Chief wiped
the gore off his face plate and calmly walked over to the pelican where
he proceeded to reload his weapon.
“Hmmmm, very nice.” Cortana chirped
Master Chief only grunted.
“I will place a nav marker on Zulu 9 and you can proceed to hoof it back
to base”
“No, I have a better idea, Spartans never leave a mission uncompleted;
put a marker on the last known coordinates of the hog patrol.”
The orange/pink marker flashed up on Master Chiefs HUD reading:
3.75kilo. After recovering more for am.mo for his pi.stol, and salvaging a
Mark5 Sniper R.ifle from one of the marines, the Spartan began
walking over the barren wasteland.




Time: 1400 hrs ./ September 23 2552:/
Location: Wraith:/4.5 kilometers south of Pelican crash site.

Zang-Zay slowly scanned his scope over the barren terrain. He had
watched the rodent’s airship crash land into the earth. Filthy beings
could not even get atmospheric flying down, let alone space travel.
Zang-Zay had listened to his intercom as his kill-brothers hunted down
the animals. He had watched and listened to the battle (or the two way
slaughter depending on your point of view.) He had not fired a single
shot out of his Covenant beam r.ifle however. He could have greatly lessened the loss
on his side if he had begun firing but he did not want to take such
ranged shots but even more importantly, he did not want to give away the
trap.
His scope again panned over the hog of the human patrol. All three of
the human creatures lay where his squad had left them. They had been
instructed by command to make it look like an accident…..and to lure
other humans in.
Zang-Zay raised his squinted eye away from the scope on his r.ifle and
looked right and left. There, a piece of air shimmered thirty lengths to
his left, a sign that Yun-to was keeping as silent a vigil as he was.
Zang-Zay spotted a movement twenty lengths to his right and smiled,
Xra-la was alert and ready. Zang-Zay’s squad was made up of himself,
Yun-to and Xra-la, all of them were elites skilled enough in
assassination that they all had the honor of wearing black and silver
armor. They only worked by themselves, not for them a squad of annoying
lesser races (or “grunts” and “jackals” as the human creatures labeled
them.) No, they were honored and revered among their kind. Each of
Zang-Zay’s squad including himself, were equipped with stealth
generators. But, even more ly then the stealth, each of them were
given new assassin carbines. With these two things, Zang-Zay’s squad was
silent, cloaked, and very de.adly.
His squad had been given one mission, find and kill the human deity.
The humans honored him, and with good purpose. This one human had been
the cause of more distress to the Honored Ones, then all the other rodent
forces combined. Zang-Zay had a healthy respect for this great warrior
that had killed countless of his kind. This was probably the only one of
the human race he respected in the least. Zang-Zay’s toothed mandibles
clicked at the thought of what honor this human would bring him.
He had already discussed with his squad that when the time came, he would
get the honor of the kill. They had tracked this great human to this
back-water colony. The trap was ready.
Zang-Zay’s eye returned to his scope and again focused on the crash
site. He jerked when he all of a sudden noticed movement. At first of because
the height he mistook the armor clad figure for one of his own kind. But
as the scope automatically zoomed and locked, Zang-Zay knew for
certain, this was his man. The gold visor reflected briefly the dying
sun and Zang-Zay noticed the human snip.er ri.fle slung on the warrior’s back.
Would the sn.iper present a threat? No, Zang-Zay almost laughed at the
idea. He admired the confident stride and the familiarity that the human
handled his weapons. He thought about how this human was probably as
close to a kindred spirit as Zang-Zay would ever see in the human race.
He almost regretted ki.lling the warrior………….almost. Zang-Zay knew that
for his ri.fle to be at its most accurate, the human would have to come a
little closer. He centered the sight on the golden visor and inched his
claw towards the firing stud.
The trap, was about to be sprung……..

Read more at my fan fiction page at our clan's site:
http://www.black-opsehc.com/page12.html

  • 12.15.2005 9:03 AM PDT
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Got it

  • 12.15.2005 11:42 AM PDT
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Posted by: XD001
Got it


got what

  • 12.15.2005 11:46 AM PDT
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http://halosn.bungie.org/fanfic/?series=Affront+to+a+God

Affront to a God

The Covenant have begun a merciless war upon humanity, but why? Following the unfortunate crash landing of a Pirate spaceship on a mysterious alien ringworld, the Covenant discover this holy place and uncover its desecration.

[Edited on 12/18/2005]

  • 12.18.2005 11:40 AM PDT
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Me and my two buddies DarkLegionnare and Spartant Impostor have been writing this one. We don't really have a name for it so for now we call it Covenant RPG. Chapter 1 is available to non-group members in our resource/articles section. Here is a link to the group: http://www.bungie.net/fanclub/72046/GroupHome.aspx
If it doesn't work, go to the group "Galactic Clenzrs".
The story is about three Spec Ops Elites. It takes place during Halo 2 and is unaffected by the events of HAlo 2(so far). It still needs a little editing but we've been told it's pretty good. Vol. 2 is coming soon for public viewing.

  • 12.19.2005 10:11 AM PDT
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THE THIRD AGE OF WAR....

The Forerunner have lived for millions of years, Lords of the Galaxys, Kings of the Kings. Now they have been driven onto the brink of destruction by an unknown enemy.

Thousands have Fallen, and Thousands have yet to Fall.
Upon the blood sticken plains of the Empires capital, Heroes will be born from fire and courage will be tested to it limits.

The Final War has begun...

The End Game between God and Tyrant is about to be played out....


THE THIRD AGE OF WAR

To view this Fanfic, you must become a member of the Group, The Third Age of War, it is an exclusive.

Thankyou

  • 12.20.2005 2:42 AM PDT
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Shadows of Fate

The story is about a man named Hector. He has survived the explosion on halo, and so have about two hundred people. How they survived is unknown at the time. The greatest minds of the survivors have created an underground bunker where they reside. The outside has become extremely dangerous, mostly with flood desperately searching for sentient life. The story consists of a side story to Halo 2, as Hector will be witnessing certain events that most will be familiar with from the game. The humans are trying to survive on the part of Halo they are now on, if they survive that and escape, they will enter a whole new problem that the rest of the UNSC are unaware of. The story is about a quest for survival and answers, trying to see past the lies laid before them.

the story is on my website here

  • 12.22.2005 12:06 PM PDT
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sorry, somethin was wrong with the forum where this one guy was the last post i saw every time, so at first i thought i never sent my story when i actually did.

[Edited on 1/17/2006]

  • 12.22.2005 2:01 PM PDT
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I have one too if anyone is interested it is about the sad and unhappy life of 'Zukka Zurree.

  • 12.23.2005 11:04 AM PDT
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i have a fan fic too it is about the sad and unfortunate life of the elite, 'Zukka Zurree

  • 12.23.2005 11:07 AM PDT
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Wow, so many stories, I hope I get around to reading them all.

I try to focus my story on a smaller scale than the books, I keep it local, and almost withot alien interaction. The story is writen in 3rd person Omnipresent and is located on it's own freewebs site.

http://www.freewebs.com/soldiersofthelacedaemon/index.htm

Explaining the title- Lacedaemon was the name of the anchient city of Sparta as it was refered by the spartans themselves, and this was represented on the spartan shields as Lambda, or the greek L. I use certain adjectives which are derived from Lacedaemon such as Laconic, which means, quiet or silent, which refers to the spartans silence and use of small, to the point sentances.


Hundreds of years after the events of Halo 2, a new and somber political landscape has been shapes the human home world of earth. The Ruler of the World, a general, popular from his victories over the covenant has seized control of the government, and instated a bloody and brutal regime, using the spartans as his personal army he holds a grip of fear over the local populace.

  • 12.27.2005 6:39 PM PDT
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http://www.freewebs.com/soldiersofthelacedaemon/index.htm

Hundreds of years after the events of Halo 2, a new and somber political landscape shapes the human home world of earth. The Ruler of the World, a general, popular from his victories over the covenant has seized control of the government, and instated a bloody and brutal regime, using the spartans as his personal army he holds a grip of fear over the local populace.

Please, if you like or dislike the story mail me at btmangan@yahoo.com, this would be greatly appreciated and I will be willing to hear any constructive critisizm.

  • 12.27.2005 6:41 PM PDT
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Wow, Im extremely sorry for the double post; but something really werid is happening to me. For some reason I see that I was the last one to post; but i cannot see my post. Can someone please explain to me what's going on? Oh yeah and if you can delete this message and the second one please do.

  • 12.27.2005 6:48 PM PDT
Subject: My submission to the Bungie FanFic contest for Medium Stories.
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If you wish to leave feedback, leave it at the forums in the link I am sending you. Thanks.
~ My story
http://www.bungiefansonline.com/index.php?showtopic=252

~ FanFic contest thread
http://www.bungiefansonline.com/index.php?showforum=15

  • 12.29.2005 8:49 PM PDT
Subject: Fan-Fic Index. Looking for Stories? Look right here.
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This is a story of a Marine in New Mombassa, amidst the action
"Report your tough as nail asses down to landing zone NOW! Go marines, move out!" the sargent yelled at us. These aliens where at Earth. Great. Just, so, GREAT. So, I guess vactions will canceled for a while. I was a marine, a rookie. Most of our platoon was blown out of existance by some giant walking thing called a "Scarab." So now we are making our way to the highway, right outside of Hotel Zanzibar where our pelican crashed. I guess the alien scum was severley ticked, I could see New Mombassa geting torn, pice to pice. I itched my long hair and yawned, even though I was wide awake."Alright Marines, looking good! Now we have to hold the line in New Mombassa and.." the sargent never got to finish his sentece. A large, lizard-like creature in black armor had implaed him with a glowing blue sword. I pulled out my battle riffle out and shot at the beast a few times but is was upon us. I ducked under him and jamed the barrel of my rifle into the back of his head and shot 2 rounds staright through the skull. Another one came charging for me. I looked back. We were getting the front line. Marines were trying to hold ground, but they kept coming. There was noway to repel them. I jumped down as the beast junged at me, landing in his comrade's blood. He turned around. I crawled back untill a sharp buring sensation hit my lower back. I jumped up and looked down to see the sword. The alien roared "Wort wort WORT!!" and ran at me. I grabed the sword and impaled him. He fell like a sack of bricks. Most of my teamates where dead. I ran. I shot back at the grunts that were at my tail. They fell but more where on me. I threw 3 gernades behind me and heard the satisfyng BOOM and the "WEEEE!" of the grunts who were in a better place now. I heard a low huming sound and looked around in terror to see a ghost. I grabed the sword and beyond better judgement, jumped on the ghost. The elite(that is what they are called, I remembered then for an odd reason.) looked surprised an uttered a curious "Wort?" before I slashed him down. His beheaded corpse blew off the ghost. I looked at the controls. The first thing I noticed was the aclerate pedal. I quickly pressed it. As I speed along I looked behind me to see them setting up huge turrets. I felt at my head to realize I had lost my helmet. There was no way I could call for help. I saw the end of the tunnel, where a few marines had camped out."Hey! Hey you! Get your.... vehicle over here." The marine with a rocket launcher yelled. I got out of the ghost."Sir, I am one of the few survivors of Platoon 4117789. We got shot down sir." I replied."Go to the city center. There should be marines there. Good luck soilder." I noded and jumped into my ghost and speed on. I looked around to see the scarab shoot down another pelican. I hoped, how I hoped there was a SPARTAN on that pelican. I was right.

To be continued...

  • 01.03.2006 12:17 PM PDT
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Um......yeah, your story was good for a begging writer, but what I saw was just the flip flop version of the famed Halo 2. Every heard of it? Now I'm no pro at this myself, but lets just say that my machinima movie will be available later on this year. Just a concerned writer/gamer/musician/incredible voice actor/ artist stretching out his right hand of knowledge and experience to those who might get big headed. Not that the postee's were wrong or anything, just not the right audience to subject your talents to, in other words they play games, they could care less about context or plots, just blood and guts. Keep writing, or typing though, I would like to see a more polished version of your creativity.
Sincerely, Daaa Pope.

  • 01.03.2006 11:04 PM PDT
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My group Arcam has a fanfic named disco. It's written by a couple people, so its sorta funny at certain points, very dark at other points.

The main Characters are all people on the forums, well the Arcam forums, plus an ex-moderator (gasp who could that be?). So yeah its self promotional, but at over 31 word pages, its a good read.

  • 01.04.2006 4:20 PM PDT