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Dedicated to all of The Spartan Four Project fans. You kept me running when my mind when blank, and cheered me up with your over 200 comments when I came home pissed off. I apologize for this taking so long.

Special Thanks to Wolverfrog for stopping me from quitting writing more times than I can count. I am in your debt.

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It has been two years since the battle Irindar, the last push to take down the Insurrection, which had turned into a full scale army comprised of unsatisfied nations of the UNSC, lead by Eli Ackerson, the last of the bloodline. The Insurrection was defeated, but at heavy cost. Spartans and tens of thousands of drafted youth were killed. In addition, they failed to bring Eli to justice, as he took his own life. Lord Hood was tagged as nothing but an old fool, and the remnants of the UNSC was on the tipping point of falling apart. Even with the recovery of Spartan 117, salvation of the once great alliance is nothing but a distant dream.


"It's jammed!" The Cryo-Specialist exclaimed. The panicked shout was low slur as Spartan E18, Dante awoke from cryo-sleep in a deep underground ONI base on Reach. His vision began to clear, and he saw that he was trapped in a cryo-tube. Spartan A16, Sarah looked through the glass. She was in her suit, but Dante knew that figure anywhere. She grabbed onto the cryo-tube's lid and tore it off.

"Suit up," Sarah said, "All of our gear was brought here."

"What the hell is going on?" Dante asked groggily as Sarah quickly helped him out of the tube.

"No time to explain; just get in your suit." All of the Spartans were already out of their tubes and geared up.

"They're cutting the door!" Brian, Spartan C12 shouted, and indeed they were. Sparks were shooting out from the cryo-bay's grade-A titanium door. Glowing hot lines in the metal showed where they were improvising a door.

"There's only one door anyway." Cody, A15 said in a rough voice. He pumped his shotgun and pressed his back against the wall next to the door.

Dante had donned his armor. Grabbing a Spartan laser, he took a position on the opposite side of the wall form Cody. The rest of the Spartans took cover behind the tubes, and the Cryo-Specialist entered the fetal position behind a tube in the back of the room.

The cutting stopped, silence. Dante detached himself from the wall, and started charging his laser. He lifted his foot back to kick in the cut door, but they beat him to it. A warthog smashed through the barrier. Dante jumped back, but only avoided the metal slab. The hog caught him in the gut, taking out his shields. He gripped onto the hood as dragged him across the room.

The Spartans fired at the driver, killing him. Unfortunately he died with his foot on the gas. Nobody noticed this because they immediately turned to face the new threat. Human soldiers rushed into the room guns blazing. The Spartan's bullets pinged off shields. They must have been expecting Spartans.

There was a "SLAM!" as the warthog pinned Dante against the far wall. Blood spattered the inside of his visor, and he flat lined.


The Spartan Four Project: Book Two


Parts

Part One: We'll Make It.

Part Two: Bad News.

Part Three: A Bold Move.

Part Four: Just Getting Started.

Part Five: The Agent.

Part Six: Wasting or Spending?

Part Seven: A True Sangheili.

Part Eight: The Fork in the Space.

Part Nine: Espionage.

Part Ten: Deep Trouble.

[Edited on 03.13.2011 8:34 PM PDT]

  • 10.03.2010 7:41 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project: Book Two (Prologue)

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Pretty nice story so far! I see a few things that you can improve on within the text, but overall I love the concept/theme of the story.

  • 10.03.2010 8:13 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project: Book Two (Part Two Is Up!)
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Part. 1


"Dante!" Sarah was restrained by Brian before she could run out of cover, "Let me go!" She kicked as bullets flew over their heads.

117 ripped the cryo-tube he was hiding behind off of its bracing. He used it as a shield as he advanced towards the door. Along the way he picked up Dante's dropped Spartan laser, and began to charge it. He heard panicked orders as it reached it powered up. The laser fired, cutting through an enemy and a man behind him.

A few bullets hit Spartan A15's shields, draining them more than they should. Examining the enemy fire more closely he noticed something odd. The bullets were surrounded by plasma, yet it wasn't melting the metal. These men were trained and geared for a single purpose, killing Spartans.

A Spartan of Blue Team pulled the pins on three grenades, and threw them into the hall. It was a good call. The weakened shields of the invaders had zero chance of keeping the men alive. With one loud "BOOM!" the firefight was over.

Brian release Sarah and she ran to Dante. Grabbing the warthog, the Spartan threw it off of E18. His stiff body slid to the ground, no longer held up by the armored vehicle's bumper. Sarah threw off her helmet, and attempted to pull Dante's off, but it wouldn't budge. It was painful to watch her shaking
E18's body. All off the Spartans but the Master Chief, Cody, and Brian looked away, making plans to escape the ONI base just to distract themselves.

Brian knelt down next to Sarah, whose tears were dripping down onto Dante's armor. "He's gone Sarah, I'm sorry."

"No you're not." A15 crossed his arms, "Sarah, get over it. Brian, don't lie just to get her back up to speed. She has to do it herself. We're Spartan's."

Brian left Sarah and approached Cody. He grabbed onto the edge of his chest plate and gave him a single shake. "We just lost Dante, Sarah most of all."

"Look on the bright side, we don't have to worry about those two endangering our missions, and now we only have one Master Chief, so we can call him without two people looking."

C12 brought his mirrored visor inches away from Cody's. "I think you're forgetting your place Spartan.

This whole time 117 was staring at Dante's body with narrowed eyes. "He isn't dead."

Brian released Cody. "What?"

A15 shook his head. "You're the last person I expected denial from Chief."

John knelt down next to Sarah and examined Dante. "I'm right. This happened to me once. I jumped out of a pelican on a recon mission when the Covenant invaded Earth. MJOLNIR armor locks down on high impact. It also shuts down the sensors, that's why his vitals read KIA."

"Enough with all this bullsh-"

E18's armor unlocked, and he let out a groan. "Ouch." He pushed himself up, and removed his helmet. All of the Spartans stared at him as he got to his feet.

"How was your beauty sleep Dante." C12 smiled behind his visor.

"I wouldn't consider being slammed by a warthog beneficially for my looks," The base shook vigerously, nearly knocking the Spartans off of their feet.

The Cryogenist swallowed. "It's great that he's alive but your celebration might be short lived if we don't get out of here."

"These guys are geared to kill Spartans," Spartan B7, Jana, looked towards the blown door, "There's probably a lot more, and these narrow halls are really going to screw us."

"My opinion," C12 began, "We bottle neck them at that door, like the battle of Thermopylae. Their gear is expensive, so it's not like they are numberless."

117 shook his head. "Not going to work. That warthog wasn't the standard issue. That was from this base's weapons development chamber. We don't know what else they have. Our best bet is to shoot our way out."

"I trust John's judgment," Dante finally spoke up, "After all, he did save the unive-" The base shook again, even stronger this time. Everyone fell to the ground.

"I don't think we'll have to shoot our way out Chief," Cody looked at the high ceiling, "Those men where to distract us while they got whatever they were looking for. They're slamming the base with MAC rounds to collapse it on us. This is a full scale invasion. My idea, start hauling ass to the surface."

"Even you won't make it in time." The cryogenist said, rejecting Cody's proposition.

Below A15's visor was a face of aggravation. "Alright, fine. You have any ideas genius?"

"Yes, actually. There's a ship a little ways from here. It's in a large cavern, big enough to generate a slipspace field in."

"How do we know it isn't gone?" Cody criticized.

"If it was this place would have collapsed." The cryogenist was off to a bad start with the Spartan.

The base shook even harder. Once climbing to their feet E18 gave the order. "Alright, let's get the hell out of here." The cryogenist pulled out a data pad and downloaded a path into all of the Spartan's HUDs. Dante picked up the man and the run for life began. They sprinted around corners, up stairs, and smashed through doors that would otherwise require retinal, fingerprint, and facial scans.

Every time a MAC round hit the base they would fall, scramble to their feet, and keep running. Three quarters of the way there, the impact of a MAC round caused a defection in the security turret targeting system. The deployed from the roofs of the hallways and fired down on the Spartans. "Sh1t!" Dante bent downwards, covering the cryogenist.

There was no time to return fire. They just had to run. The turrets depleted Brian's shields and punctured his suit in multiple places. His MJOLNIR armor injected bio-foam into his wounds and administered a dose of a powerful stimulant.

The door to the ship's chamber was in sight. Cody smashed through it into the cavern and the Spartans ran through. The ship was a sleek stealth ship. It was ONI developed, impossible to detect by human and alien technology. Dante put the cryogenist down, and he began opening the ship's airlock. Once it slid open everyone piled in.

117 and E18 jumped into the pilot seats and began activating the ship. Dante looked at John as the spacecraft began to power up.

The cryogenist stood behind the two, shaking in fear. "I've estimated the next MAC round impact."

"What is it?" Dante asked, looking over his shoulder only for a moment.

"Ten seconds."

Dante turned to 117, "What if we don't make it?"

John punched in coordinates for orbiting reach and began charging the slipspace drive. "We'll make it."

An automated voice emanated from the speakers in the cockpit. Slipspace jump in 5...4...3...2...

The final MAC round slammed into the base and it began to collapse. "Go go go!" Dante shouted as boulders fell from the cavern roof, exposing the chamber to the light of day. The ship jumped just before a boulder smashed into its hull.

Dante hung his head in relief. He had relaxed just a bit too soon. They exited slipspace to see an enemy destroyer seconds from slamming into the cockpit.


[Edited on 10.16.2010 3:06 PM PDT]

  • 10.10.2010 12:59 PM PDT
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Posted by: AssaultCommand
What I just do not understand is why they exited Slipspace so fast...


The ONI base they were in was on Reach and their course was to an orbit around Reach. It would be a short trip.

  • 10.10.2010 1:46 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project: Book Two (Part Three Is Ready!)
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Part. 2



Dante crushed the arm rests of his seat with his vice grip as 117 pulled up. They escaped that near death experience only to plunge head first into another. Archer missiles and other space-grade weaponry soared through the void around them. A MAC round flew right over the top of their ship as John did his best to weave through the crossfire. Their stealth was activated, but where they were that didn't make much of a difference.

117 wove through wrecked ships and dodged weapons fire as he did his best to get them out of the hell hole. He pushed the engines to their maximum power, causing the ship to shake violently. He did a barrel roll as he evaded a chunk of destroyed UNSC cruiser and flew straight through a ship with a molten hole blown through it.

Spartan 117 turned their engines down to a drift. They were safe, for now. Dante examined the battle through the cockpit window. They were all human ships. What in god's name was going on? The Spartan got out of his seat, leaving 117 on his own.

He walked into the operations bay. It was lined with stations and monitors, and in the center was a circular holo-panel displaying the battle in three dimensions. Some were crowded around it, others sitting at the stations, doing nothing but waiting for an explanation.

Dante walked up to the cryogenist, who instantly became pale faced. "Answers," The Spartan said, his voice adapting a rough tone, "Now."

The scientist shrugged nervously. "I don't know what you want me to tell you."

"For starters, what the hell is going on?!"

"Okay okay!" the cryogenist backed up into the holo-pad, "The UNSC shattered, totally. It started with marches against Lord Hood. People were furious over the amount of casualties on Irindar and not seeing Eli publicly executed."

"And then?" Dante asked as the rest of the Spartans gathered around.

"People started getting violent, and there were riots everywhere. Lord Hood tried to make a public announcement in person, you know, to show he was still a strong leader and wasn't going to cower in some underground base. Well, it was a bad Idea. Some kid put a sniper round in his head, Timothy Reynolds I think. They identified him, but they could never catch him. The nations broke apart. Only three stayed in the UNSC. It's almost a free for all. Humanity is tearing itself apart."

"Great."

"Good," Cody said, turning his head to Dante, "More people to shoot." He brushed past his CO and headed for the crew's quarters. Dante was beginning to hate that man.

Everyone dispersed again, going to different parts of the ship according to their training. Dante, his head full of thoughts, headed for the captain's quarters. Upon reaching it he pressed a panel and the metal door slid open. "I thought you'd be here."

"I figured this is where you would come." Sarah sat on the side of a large, comfortable bed. She had removed the plating from her MJOLNIR armor and placed it in a corner, but left the black, strength amplifying fiber on.

The absence of the olive plates revealed her slender form. She was thinner than the other female Spartans, but she was also faster and more agile. Dante deactivated his shields as she walked into his embrace. "Thought I was going to die on you, hu?"

"Yes," She stepped back out of his arms, "I wish we hadn't met under these circumstances."

"I guess luck wasn't on our side that time." Dante pulled off his helmet with a "Hiss!" as it de-pressurized. Tossing it to the side, he placed his hands on Sarah's hips. "If we make it through this one-"

"Don't say it," A16 frowned, "You know they'll chase us to the end of the universe." Sarah sighed and turned away from Dante. "Why did we have to turn this into Romeo and Juliet? Weren't the surgeries supposed to stop this?"

"Yes, they were." Dante circled her so that they were face to face again, "But can you really say you wish it had worked?"

"No, I can't." Sarah stepped forward and started to remove Dante's chest plate when the door slid open. Sarah pressed it back on and turned to see Cody with a stone cold look on his face.

"I don't remember giving you permission to come into my private quarters."

"They are no longer yours." Cody replied.

"And why is that?" Dante narrowed his eyes.

A grin appeared on A15's face as he crossed his arms. "Because I'm relieving you of command."

[Edited on 10.23.2010 2:25 PM PDT]

  • 10.16.2010 2:58 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project: Book Two (Prologue)

Ok Im a little confused mad and a little dizzy.

see around 3-4 months ago I added a post about my Idea of Spartan 4's
what has happened to this post I wont know for a while but If I find out you toulk my idea with out asking I will be severely mad. How ever I probably wont be seeing as I sure any one has thought of this and most likely there are more

  • 10.16.2010 3:39 PM PDT
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Posted by: Axe11154
Ok Im a little confused mad and a little dizzy.

see around 3-4 months ago I added a post about my Idea of Spartan 4's
what has happened to this post I wont know for a while but If I find out you toulk my idea with out asking I will be severely mad. How ever I probably wont be seeing as I sure any one has thought of this and most likely there are more



It says book two on it. Book one is about around a year old. I thought of it quite some time ago. I can send you the link if you want, but I must warn you, I haven't taken the liberty of checking for errors in it. I was just eager to get my stuff out there back then, so I didn't do much proof reading. It might be worth reading anyway. It had quite the fanbase.

  • 10.16.2010 4:07 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project: Book Two (Part Two Is Up!)


Posted by: The Munchies

Posted by: Axe11154
Ok Im a little confused mad and a little dizzy.

see around 3-4 months ago I added a post about my Idea of Spartan 4's
what has happened to this post I wont know for a while but If I find out you toulk my idea with out asking I will be severely mad. How ever I probably wont be seeing as I sure any one has thought of this and most likely there are more



It says book two on it. Book one is about around a year old. I thought of it quite some time ago. I can send you the link if you want, but I must warn you, I haven't taken the liberty of checking for errors in it. I was just eager to get my stuff out there back then, so I didn't do much proof reading. It might be worth reading anyway. It had quite the fanbase.

sure if you read mine I was about to post it on here (Because people told me to meanly I might add) but I ran into a Project called the Blue dwarf hoping to tie it in later realizing it would never work in the new story

I will read yours if you read mine there are 2 to pick from

The flood Blooded new Spartans
Hound spartans

there different in many ways but both stay on the same path

[Edited on 10.16.2010 4:18 PM PDT]

  • 10.16.2010 4:17 PM PDT

An assassin will always carry on, even after death.

Great story so far Munchies. Good to see you back writing.

  • 10.16.2010 4:41 PM PDT

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No, acnboy. Spartain Ken 15 is a lesser being. Much like the bacteria that lives in your shi­t.
Posted by: mike120593
My shi­t bacteria takes offense to that comparison.

Don't make me lel. You won't like me when I lel.

I never finished your original (only got to about Ch. 12) but I think I may go and finish it now. This looks pretty good!

  • 10.16.2010 8:32 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project: Book Two (Part Four Is Out!)
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Part. 3


"Under what accusation?!" Dante shouted angrily.

"An intimate relationship with an inferior officer." Cody leaned against the doorway.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"Fortunately, no. This has gone on too long. Now, we're gathering on the bridge to decide your replacement."

"This is absurd!" Dante stepped forward, pointing his finger at A15, "Get the hell out of my quarters."

"Yeah, no. Now you can either come with me or I can drag you there."

Dante gritted his teeth. "Just try."

Sarah placed a gentle hand on E18's shoulder. "Come on Dante, let's not complicate this." Dante relaxed, and followed Sarah's advice. The three left the room and walked to the bridge. The rest of the Spartans save John were already there, standing around the holo-panel but all staring at Dante as he walked through the door.

They had removed their helmets, revealing eyes that pierced through Dante's armor and struck him with nervousness. Was this really happening? Dante and Sarah stopped in front of the crowd, but Cody joined them. He turned to face Dante again. "So, any objections you two? Not that it will help."

"I won't stand for this!" Brian spoke up, joining Dante and Sarah on the other side of the crowd.

"Neither will I." Spartan B7, Jana stepped forward, adding one to the group of three.

"Four of you and all of us," Cody put his hands on his hips, "Even if everyone was against this it's still protocol. This was bound to happen eventually. You endangered us all on Irindar for her." Cody nodded at Sarah. He had a point; Dante couldn't help but go back for Sarah. He held her over the mission, and everyone knew it. "And you call yourself a Spartan. You know what you are? You're a coward. You should have done us all a favor and let her die."

"I'll tear you apart!" Dante lunged forward in fury, but stopped dead in his tracks as Cody and his side drew their guns on him. Dante's followers followed suit.

Cody laughed. "Fire your weapons and the four of you will be reduced to ribbons."

"Enough." 117 said as he pushed Cody and Dante's guns down, "We're supposed to be fighting the enemy, not each other." Everyone lowered their weapons. "Protocol relieves you of command Dante," the Chief turned to Cody, "You need to step in line. If I catch you provoking another Spartan again I'll have you executed."

"Isn't that a little extreme Chief?" Cody questioned.

"Protocol for unruly Spartans."

"Then shouldn't you be lopping Dante's head off? It's protocol, Chief." His last statement had a tinge of mockery.

John grabbed a hold on Cody's chest plate and pulled him close. "What did I just tell you?" He pushed him back again, then looked around at all of his Spartans, "As for replacing Dante, that's not going to happen." He turned his head back to Cody with a cold look. "Period. You're all dismissed."

Everyone dispersed. Dante and Sarah headed back towards the bunks and were stopped by John. "You two can keep the private quarters."

"Thank you," Dante said, "For getting Cody off my back too."

The Chief nodded, and walked away. When Sarah and E18 reached their room, Sarah sat back down on the bed. "I think the Chief has a soft spot for us."

"He certainly doesn't hate us," Dante removed the plating from his black suit and sat down on the bed with Sarah, "But I know who I hate."

"Well, he did save all of us when we attacked that insurrectionist factory."

"I don't question his loyalty," Dante explained, "I just question his morals, making a power grab like that. There are other men I'd rather have fighting by my side."



Planet: Reach//Orbital defense platform operation center:

Sergeant Terry McGovern: Codename-Shadow [ODST]


"Go go go!" Shadow ordered a squad to a sector of the trench in need of reinforcements. The exterior walls of the orbital defense operation center had been obliterated, and the remaining army forces and ODSTs fallen back to the trench dug around the building. The enemy didn't want to destroy the place, they wanted to capture it. They had jammed the orbital defenses and were now going for the controls. If they took the place, it was over. Shadow wouldn't let that happen, he had too much at stake.

Shadow stood up, poking out of the trench. He immediately ducked back down as bullets flew over his head. He looked at his last squad member. "Plant charges in the building. If we can't have it, neither can they." The ODST nodded and crawled out of the trench, sprinting for the building.

Shadow threw a blind grenade out of the trench, and was rewarded by several screams. He quickly poked his head out to assess the situation. The enemy was using the crumbled wall for cover. The ODST fired off a few rounds from his DMR, punching through his target's helmet. It looked manageable, until the tank rolled over the wall's rubble. "Sh1t!" A shell flew at the trench, blowing a huge chunk out of it. One soldier was in the wrong place at the wrong time, his flesh spattering Shadow.

The tank would be the end of them if Shadow. He knelt down and opened a brown case labeled SPNKR. He grabbed the rocket launcher and heaved it over his shoulder. Another tank shell slammed into the trench to his right, slaughtering an entire squad. Shadow emerged again and fired two rockets at the tank. "CRACK CRACK!" The armored vehicle spat out anti-missile shrapnel, detonated the rockets before they could even meet its target.

Shadow slumped down against the dirt wall of the trench, and closed his eyes. He heard another tank shell slam into the trench, undoubtedly killing more of the men that lined the inside of the barrier. Shadow had never seen anti-missile systems on a tank. He wondered what other advancements the Alliance had made on their forces. That didn't matter now though. What mattered was that he got rid of that tank.

Terry knew he wouldn't live through this. Of course they had to draft him, of course. When everyone got to evacuate with their families he and the rest of the population who knew how to fire a weapon were left behind. They were cheated, forced back into the nightmare they had every night, but his wife and son were scheduled on the last evac ship, so maybe this was for the best. He would buy them as much time as he could, even if it cost him his life.

Shadow jumped out of the trench and sprinted forward towards the tank. Four Alliance spotted him and opened fire. The ODST fired back with shocking speed and accuracy, dropping all of them with ease. The tank trained it's cannon on him, and he dove behind a rock. It fired, blowing the rock to pieces and sending him back towards the trench.

Everything hurt. A ring was all Terry could hear as his head lolled to the side. The inside of his visor was spattered with blood, and his teeth were pinked with the same red liquid. His eyes set on a dead Alliance soldier close to him. The man still had an assault rifle gripped tightly in his hand. The ODST's army crawled across the dirt, reaching for the weapon.

A boot smashed down on Terry's arm. This was it. He was over. Turning his head upwards, the ODST set his eyes on the front of a barrel nearly touching his deep blue faceplate. "Say goodnight." The weapon's bearer growled. His finger flexed, and pulled the trigger.


[Edited on 11.13.2010 11:52 AM PST]

  • 10.23.2010 10:02 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project: Book Two (Part Two Is Up!)

An assassin will always carry on, even after death.

I really like it so far. Good work. There is a mistake in Part 2 I just noticed. You spelled Examined 'exemine' or something like that

  • 10.23.2010 2:04 PM PDT

I like it. Some of the dialogue is a little corny. Such as "I'll tear you apart!" And you could do with more description and a more developed plot.

But other than that good.

  • 10.24.2010 7:33 AM PDT

How's part four coming along? The story so far is really good.

  • 11.02.2010 4:55 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project: Book Two (Part Four Is Out!)
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Part. 4


"Click!" The alliance soldier cursed, and pulled a clip out of his belt. He ejected the spent magazine, and slipped the fresh one in. Charging his rifle he aimed it at Shadow's head. He shifted his gaze to the side, and tried to train his gun on another target. He wasn't fast enough.

A boot slammed into the soldier's temple, snapping his neck. Shadow's vision blurred as a black clothed figure stood over him, firing a silenced SMG at the enemy. The stranger grabbed his collar and began dragging him towards the trench, shooting as he pulled the ODST to safety. Everything started becoming bright as he was released. Something stuck into a needle slot in his armor, and he was revitalized.

His savior was wearing a tight black suit that encompassed his entire body. Light boots came halfway up his calf, and over the eye slit of the suit's head were a pair of shining blue goggles. On the left shoulder in grey was printed ONI. "You've got about fifteen minutes of life in you Terry. Make them count."

"G-" Terry coughed, spraying more blood onto the interior of his helmet, "Help me up and give me t-the laser." The ONI operative glanced around for a laser, and spotted it next to a decapitated ODST. He pulled Terry to his feet, took the weapon, and handed it to him.

"I need you to buy me as much time as you can. I'll come back for you if I can."

"My m-men." Shadow stuttered, losing too much blood to speak without a fight.

"They're dead. You won't be leaving anyone behind. Good luck." The operative ran towards the orbital defense control building, leaving Terry on his own. The ODST began to charge his laser, and aimed it at the tank. The tank's operator must have noticed the red tracker pointing at his cockpit, because he swung the hatch open and tried to bail.

The laser fired, cutting the tank's driver in half and destroying the cockpit. He charged the laser again, this time pointing it at a chunk of the destroyed eastern wall that an alliance infantryman was hiding behind. The concentrated beam of light cut through the rubble and slew the man behind it. It didn't matter how well he was doing now. There was just too many of them.

Once Shadow's laser was out of energy, he moved to a chain gun on his left. The handles were wet with blood from its previous user, but the ODST didn't even notice. All that mattered now was holding the Alliance off as long as he could. Whatever that ONI operative was doing it was important, and if it could help his wife and son, he would die for it.

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Dante leaned against one of the control panels in the engine room, watching Jana as she worked on a blown engine from the strain on the ship during their flight out of the center of the space battle. "How bad is it Jana?"

"Well," Spartan B7 started, "It could be worse." She shrugged. The soldier hit the engine with the palm of her hand in frustration. "Never mind, it's bad."

"How well can we fly with only two engines?"

"Maneuverability will be decreased drastically, and speed will be diminished, obviously." Jana looked up at Dante with dark brown eyes. They were so dark they almost seemed black, making them look like they were those of a shark. "I can fix it, but it will take some time.

"What, and hour? Two?"

B7 laughed. "Were it so easy."

E18 was silent for a moment. "Why do you think this 'Alliance' wants Reach so badly?"

"For its ship and vehicle producing factories," Jana replied, removing a piece from the engine and putting on the floor beside her, "If they take the planet they would easily be able to subdue the other planets that the UNSC still controls." Jana turned back to her work.

"But the Alliance nations just succeeded from the UNSC. Why would they plunge into war so quickly? We weren't in any hurry to attack them."

"That I couldn't tell you." There was a loud "Pop!" and sparks flew from the exposed part of the broken engine. Jana shielded her unprotected face with her arm while letting out an expletive. She looked back up at E18. "I don't mean to dismiss you Dante, but I need to concentrate on my work."

Dante nodded and left the engine room. Returning to the bridge he noticed Brian sitting in the ship's pilot seat. "Shouldn't you be in the med bay?"

"You know me," Brian exhaled as he unlocked the seat and swiveled it around to face Dante, "I can't stand doing nothing. Even monitoring the ship is something."

Spartan E18 examined C12. All he wore was the black layer of his suit. There were visible holes where bullets had penetrated the armor, and under them white gauze could be seen. "You never could sit still." Dante laughed, "You know that's why you weren't our squads designated marksman. You had a crack shot but no patience."

"Yeah yeah yeah," Brian waved his hand, "I like my assault rifle too much to be a marksman anyway."

"Got a lock on a Jammer." A Spartan from blue team announced as he hit a key on the holographic control panel of his station.

"Dammit," Dante mumbled as he moved over to the Spartan's station. None of their transmissions had gotten to any other UNSC ships. They had scanned for a jammer, but it was fruitless, until now. Dante was hoping it was just a malfunction in the ship that could be fixed by one of the tech oriented Spartans who had been checking for any problem for hours.

The Chief and Dante stood around the Spartan of blue team, watching him as he pinpointed the jammer's location. "There you are." E18 whispered as its exact coordinates were revealed. It was inside a military fortress that had been stormed and conquered by the Alliance. It had anti-air defenses, heavy turrets lining the tall titanium walls, and was loaded with weapons and vehicles. The Alliance must have taken massive casualties occupying the place, and would be severely weakened.

"Get the camera on the base." John ordered. The blue team member zoomed in on the location with the ships HAC Camera. The fortified building was roofless, but obviously went underground. Alliance and UNSC corpses were being thrown into one big pile, but a large amount of Alliance soldiers remained. They had received reinforcements.

Dante turned to the Chief. "Sir, if we don't destroy that we're going to lose Reach."

117 was scrutinizing the image with narrowed eyes. "Send the coordinates to the helm," John turned to Brian with a look of solid determination, "Take us in."




Commentary: Sorry this took so damn long guys. I've just been really buisy lately.

[Edited on 11.13.2010 11:53 AM PST]

  • 11.12.2010 2:58 PM PDT

Another great part.

Can't wait for the next one.

  • 11.12.2010 5:44 PM PDT

What a waste....

I'm only on the first part, but I like it so far. I suggest adding a bit more description to the surroundings and also, add commas when needed.

  • 11.12.2010 9:23 PM PDT

this is very good i like it. with bungies permission u could get this published

  • 11.12.2010 9:36 PM PDT

Posted by: Dropship dude
No, acnboy. Spartain Ken 15 is a lesser being. Much like the bacteria that lives in your shi­t.
Posted by: mike120593
My shi­t bacteria takes offense to that comparison.

Don't make me lel. You won't like me when I lel.

Posted by: DeadeyePanda117
this is very good i like it. with bungies permission u could get this published
Nah, even Wolvers can't get his stories on the Comm Chatter.

On topic: Interesting, can't wait for more :D

  • 11.13.2010 3:23 AM PDT

The Razor.

For the honour of the Mirratord.

No fan fiction writer can EVER get their work published. It is impossible. Even if Bungie loved these stories to death, they are not official and likely contradict canon in some way (no offence). Plus, Microsoft would never allow anything to be published that was not commissioned by them.

Stop going on about getting fan fiction published. It. Will. Never. Ever. Happen. To. Anyone.

  • 11.13.2010 4:21 AM PDT
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Posted by: Mr Evil 37
No fan fiction writer can EVER get their work published. It is impossible. Even if Bungie loved these stories to death, they are not official and likely contradict canon in some way (no offence). Plus, Microsoft would never allow anything to be published that was not commissioned by them.

Stop going on about getting fan fiction published. It. Will. Never. Ever. Happen. To. Anyone.


Maybe they wont take your story but they will ask you to write another one.

OT: Thanks guys :) I'm trying to up the description. The next part shouldn't take as long. I'll see what improvements I can make for it.

  • 11.13.2010 6:32 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project: Book Two (Part Five Is Ready!)
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P. 5


Dante turned to the Chief. "Sir, if we don't destroy that we're going to lose Reach."

117 was scrutinizing the image with narrowed eyes. "Send the coordinates to the helm," John turned to Brian with a look of solid determination, "Take us in."

The stealth ship's cloaking system deactivated as it breached the atmosphere, the friction encasing the spacecraft in flames. The vessel shuddered harshly. Dante would have falled over if he hadn't crushed a handhold into one of the bulkheads.

Once the ship made it through the atmosphere they reactivated the cloaking system. "Odds are the base detected us re-entering so close." Dante said.

"We're sort of on a clock here Dante," Brian replied as he steered towards their destination, "Unless you want to take a ten minute tea party, then that's okay."

"Cool it," John ordered, "It's time to assemble a team." Everyone who wasn't already there was called to the bridge. The Spartans fell in line, and saluted the master chief. "At ease," John looked across the two rows of men and women, "A full assault of the base guaranties casualties, casualties we can't afford.

Out of the original 60 Spartan IVs, only 20 were left. The previous war had been devastating enough. John took a moment to think, then made his pick. "E18," Dante stepped forward, "A15," Cody advanced from the line, "and A16." Sarah nodded, and joined the infiltration team.

It had been a difficult choice for John to make. Having Sarah and Dante on the mission together was dangerous. He would have chosen Brian or Jana to replace one of the two, but Brian was injured and Jana was preoccupied with the engine. Cody was a risk as well. He was the strongest, the fastest, but also the most reckless. This flaw was essential to suppress for this mission. There was only one reason he chose him, Cody was a man who knew how to shoot his way out of a pinch.

"Suit up you three." The Chief commanded as he felt the ship touchdown. John had been on many missions in his life, but something about this one made him uneasy. The base was in the middle of a barren wasteland. There was absolutely no cover up to the walls, which were taller than the normal fortress.

Even with the cover of the night, the Spartan had a bad feeling. Why were the anti-aircraft guns so big? From the HAC camera aboard their stealth ship the inside of the base had hardly anything on it save a few barracks and some bunkers. Something told him that someone wasn't going to make it back in one piece.

Dante donned his helmet, causing the armor to seal with a "Hiss!" He turned to Sarah, who had already suited up and was sitting on the bed of their private quarters. She stood up, and took Dante's hands in hers. They tilted their heads downwards, and their helmets touched.

Sarah took a deep breath. "Justdon't die. Okay?"
"Sure thing," Dante smiled behind his golden visor, "So it's okay if I lose a limb?"

Sarah laughed. "You're an ass."

"I'll be fine," The Spartan said, embracing A16, "Let's go."

When the airlock slid open it seemed to be a tear in reality, the Spartans stepping out of the enterior of a virtually undetectable ship. The only sign of which was the view that the open door supplied. In the cloak of the night, they cautiously crossed the plain towards the base. "Careful." John warned on a direct com beam to the other Spartans, "This area could be mined."

"Or something worse." Said Dante, and something worse it was.

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The ONI operative removed a chip from the hard case on his leg. It was rectangular, and glowed a bright purple. He inserted it into the MAC cannon control stations mainframe, and the transfer began. More expensive than a slipspace drive, the transfer chip was one of three, and it could only be used once. The device could move the control of almost anything, even the most advanced of spacecrafts to another location manually. With almost everything jammed, it was the only option.


The MAC cannon control extraction was an easy task for the device, and was done loading in only twelve seconds. The Operative turned to leave through the western gate of the complex, but paused. His orders were to stop for nothing. Besides, that ODST was probably dead by now. When the Operative accepted ONI's request, he had agreed to leave everything behind, even Jane.

However, Shadow he had shed blood by Shadow's side, fought on Irindar with him. The ODST had taken him under his wing the day the Operative first met him on Earth. Undoubtedly everyone would have been doomed if Shadow hadn't come with the Spartan. He owed that hell jumper his life. "Dammit." The stealth unit ran back towards his old friend.

Shadow was firing his fifty caliber machinegun at a wave of charging Alliance soldiers. Red puffs of blood sprayed into the air as armor was cracked and bones were shattered. "Come on! Is that all you've got?!" He shouted, his voice not even audible over the gunfire.

A bullet struck the unarmored spot between Shadow's shoulder and chest. He grunted and fell backwards into the dirt. His leaned his head to the side as blood trickled from his mouth. That Operative wasn't coming back for him, he knew it. The ODST reached over to a dead soldier, and took the pistol from his thigh. He pushed himself back, and propped his back up against the back side of the trench.

The first Alliance trooper to jump into the trench took a bullet to the head. The second to the heart, and the third received one to the throat. The next was a lucky one. Shadow's pistol jammed. He cursed as his enemy raised his assault rifle. The soldier's view shifted upwards as he tried to redirect his aim.

The ONI Operative drop kicked the Alliance soldier from the top of the trench, and unleashed a burst from his silenced SMG into the man's chest. "Still alive, impressive." Shadow's savior pulled a spike form his belt and stuck it into the ground. Throwing the ODST over his shoulder, he ran for the eastern part of the complex. "I have a small stealth ship landed in here. Just hold on."

Bullets whizzed past them as they retreated. "Take this!" The stealth agent handed the hell jumper his SMG. Taking it, the ODST fired at their pursuers. A bullet struck the back of the Operatives calf, but the flexible material of his suit instantly hardened and flattened the projectile. He stumbled, but didn't trip.

Shadow gritted his teeth as he fired his weapon. Every step his savior took put pressure on his wounds, possibly cutting him deeper. He wasn't complaining though, not when someone was risking their life to save his ass.

The SMG clicked. Shadow ejected the clip and pulled one from the Operatives belt. Reloading, he brought his gun back up and sent a burst right into the chest of an Alliance soldier. Everyone was in the open now. Lead was flying past them as they moved across a small metal bridge on the trench. How far away was this ship?

The Operative stopped at a certain point, and set the ODST down. He hit a button his wrist pad, and a small ship seemed to materialize before them. It was no bigger than a drop pod, but it looked much sleeker with wings and an angled surface. The owner took his friend inside, and set him down in the co-pilots seat. He settled himself in and reactivated the stealth system. Tapping in commands on the control panel, the ship rose off of the ground and took towards the sky.

The spacecraft shook as it exited the atmosphere and flew into space. "I'd say that makes us even." The operative said as he activated the emergency medical procedure. Shadow's seat reclined and metal bindings clasped his wrists and ankles. "Your heartbeat is too low for morphine, so you'll have to be restrained so you can't thrash."

Mechanical arms with surgical instruments came down from the ceiling. One began a blood transfusion, and the others started removing bullets and shrapnel from his body. He hadn't even noticed he had been shot more than once. Shadow only gritted his teeth.

"Two years out of combat and you're still one tough son of a b1tch." The operative removed his glowing blue goggles and pulled his facemask off.

Terry let out a laugh that was quickly ended by a spike of pain. "Nick Silvers. Long time no see."

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