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Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project: Book Two (Part Five Is Ready!)

Good read, as usual.

Edit: In the paragraph where you mention how there are only 20 of 60 Spartans left. You put III instead of IV.

Since they are Spartan Fours.

[Edited on 11.25.2010 4:24 PM PST]

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Part. 6


The Spartans turned on their metal detectors, nothing. E18 narrowed his eyes at the military base. "I don't like this."

"Out of the way," Cody pushed Dante to the side, and walked onto the open dirt plain, "Look, nothi-" A wall of blue emanated from the base. It was unmistakably plasma.

A plasma pulse? The Chief had never seen anything like it, but it was clear that if they were hit it would obliterate them. "Brian, get off the ground, now." John turned to his squad, "Through." Is the only thing he said as the Spartan shifted all of his shield power to the front of his armor. It was borderline suicide, but they would never make it to the ship in time.

The Spartans dashed forward. Once they were within ten feet their shields were instantly drained. In a split second Dante was in front of A16, holding her in his arms, making himself a human shield. There was a bright flash, and nothing.

E18 opened his tightly shut eyes. They were alive. He released Sarah and turned to the Chief and Cody. The wave was gone, and they were unscathed. The Spartans were in shock, even John was speechless. After a period of silence, he gave the order. "Move out." The Spartans sprinted towards the structure, not wanting to give the pulse generator another chance.

Sirens wailed inside of the base, and lights positioned up on top of the metal walls lit up , illuminating the open plain. Guards manned machinegun turrets, and hailed lead at the Spartans, bouncing off of their shields but quickly draining them. If the Alliance soldiers had acted sooner they could have torn the Spartans to shreds, but that wasn't the case. John was the first to reach the wall, and began making handholds in the grade-A titanium. They quickly climbed to the top and tore the razor wire off of the edges of the walls.

The elevated walkway went all the way around the square complex, looking down upon three buildings that appeared to be barracks. It was all very bland. None of it showed any sign of importance save its fortification.

Each corner of the walls had a large anti-aircraft cannon, each roosted on top of a hollow pillar, the inside of which was the gun's control room. Considering that their enemy disregarded the presence of their troops by the Spartans, and were firing everything they had at them, those control rooms seemed like a good place to be. "Under the guns!" John shouted, pointed with one arm and firing his assault rifle with the other.

Dante picked up a cowering Alliance soldier and held him to his side, using the man as a meat shield against the oncoming fire from the other side of the wall. The walkway was relatively narrow, as it wasn't meant for anything but machinegun and sniper roosts. One could use it to get from AA-gun to AA-gun, but most used the elevators within the walls for that, a little something the Spartans weren't aware of.

Cody, on point, took pleasure in hearing the screams of his enemy as he threw them out of his way and over the edges of the wall. He cackled a few times, which made A16, who was behind him wonder. Was A15 insane, or just a very enthusiastic killer? Either way, her trust in his reliability was dwindling.

A soldier tried to close the metal doorway to the targeted AA-gun control room, a futile effort. Cody smashed it in, flattening the man beneath the door. The Spartans piled inside, and fired out of the broken entrance. E18 hit an emergency switch and a door slide up from the door, replacing the one A15 had obliterated. It was a small, momentary relief.

Once the Spartans turned around, they noticed a crew of six men sitting at monitors, staring at them in total fear. Each was armed with a pistol. One made a grab for his weapon, and the Spartans opened up. Blood and brains sprayed the stations and pooled on the floor.

"We can only hole up in here for so long." E18 said, looking around the room. Wires were everywhere, hanging in the air, on the ground, lining the walls. Walking through it was almost like bushwhacking through a jungle.

B7 walked up to one of the monitors and started tapping it's control panel. "My god. These are giant gauss cannons."

"We could smash the Alliance fleet to pieces with these!"

John hovered over Jana as she sat down at the station. "Can you commandeer them?"

"I don't think so," Jana said, trying in vain to gain access. "I'm guessing they were locked down before the Alliance got to them. This was probably the first place on the ground they hit, considering the massive advantage it would give. We would need a specialist for this."

"Isn't this your domain Spartan?"

Jana looked up at the disappointed Chief. "This is literally the only thing I can't hack into, so don't talk to me about domain. Besides, your domain was keeping all of your Spartans alive. We all know how that worked out."

John took a few steps back. Everyone was shocked. This wasn't the only time Jana had had this kind of outburst. In fact, she was often cold on missions, when one's true personality was shown. This time was different though. She had practically gutted the Chief in front of his own men. Nobody said anything. It wasn't the right time.

"Would you figure something out already?" Cody said, leaning against a wall, "I'm growing a beard over here."

"You have two options." A heavily accented voice came out from behind a mess of wires. It sounded Russian, and to Dante extremely familiar.

The Spartans pointed their weapons towards the voice. "Wait." Dante said, slowly approaching where the sound had come from. He brushed the wires aside, revealing a lone ODST.

The hell jumper removed his helmet, revealing his identity. Boomer brushed past E18 and stood in front of the other Spartans. "You can take this place back, which would be a suicide mission. This place goes hundreds of feet down. It's ONI. I was here during the original attack. They were like insects, for every one you killed there were two more. Even the ONI defense systems couldn't hold them back. They came in with the jammer so we couldn't call for backup. We never stood a chance."

"What's the other option?" E18 asked.

"We can blow it, and easily. Each of these cannons has a power cell that if overloaded would trigger the others to blow as well. All four exploding at once would create a blast big enough to turn this entire facility into a smoldering crater."

"Let's take this place." Cody pushed off of the wall.

"Not so fast. They've hijacked the defense systems, which are damn good. Even for a Spartan squad it's bordering on a suicide mission."

"So," Dante began, "We blow this place to hell, or risk being slaughtered by our own base defenses."

"Precisely, but there is more. At the bottom of this place is a stockpile of nukes."

"Decisions decisions," Cody sighed, "Let's just blast our way in and out, easy."

"Would you shut up?" Jana snapped.

Dante took a step towards B7 and pointed right at her. "That's just about enough out of you."

"I was waiting for these Alliance hot shots to crack the code," Boomer shrugged, "But with the current functionality of your team, I'd suggest we ice this place."

The Chief wanted to take the place back, but knew it would mean the death of some of his mean. CPO Mendez's words echoed through his head. It is okay to spend those lives, but it is not okay to waste them. What would this be? Lives spent or lives wasted?

There was a sizzle and a glowing line began to grow on the emergency door. "Looks like they're trying to cut the door," Boomer turned his head to the melting metal, "Better decide quick."

John looked at his Spartans. Right before he gave the order to retake the ONI facility, Jana's words hit him like a truck. Your domain was keeping all of your Spartans alive. We all know how that worked out. This had never happened to him before. 117 had never been this torn over a decision.

The second door started glowing. "Come on Chief!" Dante shouted, raising his weapon, "We're about to be boxed in!"

John looked at the doors, then at his Spartans. He readied his assault rifle, and gave his order.


[Edited on 12.04.2010 6:32 PM PST]

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Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project: Book Two (Part Seven Is Ready!)
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Part. 7


"Blow it."

Boomer looked at Jana. "It's in the back."

B7 jumped out of her chair and fought her way through the wires. She set her eyes on a large, glowing cylinder. "There you are." The Spartan smiled and activated the battery's holo-panel. She tapped at it furiously, knowing they had very little time.

Boomer walked up to A15 and handed him a shotgun. "Oh yeah." Cody grinned, taking the weapon and giving the ODST his assault rifle.

"You can do more with it than I can." Boomer said with a nod. The emergency door burst open and bullets came flying in. The jungle of wires was shredded as lead was thrown from both sides. The second door was cut through. Cody and Boomer turned to it and fired. A rocket shot through the air from Cody's side. He ducked, spun around, and pushed Dante down. The missile shot over their heads and slammed into the Alliance soldiers at the other door.

"Uh, Jana," Dante spoke, "You might want to hurry up."

"Got it!" Jana returned to the squad, "Let's get out of here."

"This is Sierra 117 to Spartan C12, do your read me?"

Affirmitive. It looks pretty damn hot down there.

"We need an evac, now." John's DMR clicked, and he quickly reloaded.

On my way. I'll be hovering at the west wall. Be ready.

"Everyone get to the west wall." John ordered. His squad moved through the broken emergency door and out into the open. More rockets shot at them as they became exposed. One hit the walkway in front of the soldiers. With a flash of blue light and flames it obliterated their path. More Anti-Spartan gear, great.

The squad turned to take cover back under the gun, but a second rocket destroyed their path. They could jump it, but Boomer couldn't. Someone would have to carry him. A second volley of rockets headed their way. Their blast radius was too large to escape them this time. However, luck was on their side.

The stealth ship swooped in, firing its anti missile weapons and detonating the rockets before they could reach the Spartans. It lined up next to the wall, and the airlock slid open. "Come on!" One of blue team's Spartans shouted, waving them in.

One by one they jumped off of the wall into the ship. The Chief made sure he was last. He made the jump just as a rocket flew through his previous location. The airlock slid shut, and they shot up into space. Once they were out of the naval battlefield, they all settled in on the bridge. John removed his helmet and tucked it under his arm. It had been a close call, and it was the Chief's fault. It was the first time he had felt guilt in years. "Everyone take some R&R. We'll meet back on the bridge in 0100 hours." Everyone nodded and went their separate ways.

Dante and Sarah returned to their private quarters, and removed the plates off of their armor. "You know," Dante sat down on the bedside, "We almost died back there."

"Yes," Sarah took a seat down beside him, "First with the plasma wave, which you almost took for me, and second with, well, everything else."

"I hate this." Dante rubbed his temples, "I can't believe this used to be my dream. We were supposed to be numb by now, like everyone else."

"Thank god we're not," Sarah's eyes were full of compassion as she touched Dante's shoulder, "It's a curse, yes, but it's also a gift Dante. I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all, wouldn't you?"

"I suppose."

They were silent for a moment, then Sarah spoke up. "There's been something I've wanted to talk to you about." Her voice was one of nervousness.

"What's that?" Dante turned his head to her.

"Well, you know how many times we've almost been killed. Every time I think I'm finished I always regret never doing this."

"What are you getting at?"

"I'm not pushing for anything, but there's something I've wanted to ask you," Sarah shifted nervously, "Have you ever considered"

"Considered what?" Dante laughed.

"Making love." Sarah's face immediately turned bright red.

"Oh, wow." Dante got off of the bed, looking at the wall to hide his own blushing.

Two Spartans having sex. The idea was almost comical. To anyone on the outside it would be disturbingly hilarious. If the two of them kissing was already off, this would be ludicrous.

"It was just a thought." Sarah said quickly, doing her best to mend the situation.

"Yeah, I know. Maybe we should save this talk for later."

"Yes, but there might not be a later."

Dante turned around, making eye contact with great difficulty. "It's just that there are so many factors to this that makes it a bad idea."

"Like?" Sarah brought her legs up onto the bed, laying them to the side in a way that was unintentionally seductive.

"First off pregnancy, which would be horrible. Second, every Spartan will hear us, and maybe even the ODST. Third, this could end up being a huge distrac...tion." His eyes swept across Sarah's body. It wasn't easy, but he was able to turn around again.

"Is something wrong?" Sarah asked, furrowing her brow.

"Nothing, not really, sort of, yes," Dante turned back to his partner, who was now completely on her side, her head propped up on her hand, "Oh..."

"What?" Sarah laughed. She noticed something in Dante's eyes, something she had seen the night after their augmentation, the look of pure desire.

Cody was sitting in the copilot's chair next to Brian, his seat reclined and his boots up on top of the control panels. "Yes I hate him but that doesn't mean I can let the guy get hit by a rocket launcher."

"True," Brian nodded, "Now here's the real question."

"Let's hear it."

"Alright, a Sangheili comes at him with an energy sword and is about to stab him. Would you-"

"Wait," Cody interrupted, shifting his body so that his ear was pointing in the direction of the sound, "Do you hear that?"

Brian listened, "Yeah, what is it?"

"Well Brian, I suppose it had to happen sooner or later."

"What had to happen?" Cody gave him a look, and he instantly understood, "Mother mercy. Is that them?"

"This is the most hilarious thing I have ever seen." Cody said.

"Then why aren't you laughing." Brian asked in a state of shock and confusion.

"Because it's also the most disgusting thing I've ever seen."

"Well, technically we're not seeing it."

"It's all the same Brian," Cody stretched, "You'll see that one day."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I have no idea."

This is the UNSC Marathon to the Nightingale. Nightingale do you read me?

"I think that's us." Cody said.

Brian leaned forward towards the COM speaker. "This is the Nightingale. We currently have all of the Spartans aboard. Give us orders."

Spartans? I thought they were all destroyed in the ONI facility.

"Spartan's don't die. We're just missing in action."

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Planet Sangheilios...


Thel Vadamee paced back and forth in his bedroom, his concerned mate observing him. "What festers you Thel? I have never seen you like this."

The Sangheilli huffed. "This new rule, it worries me so."

"Why is that?"

"A lord of an entire race? It seemsdangerous."

"Only if the lord is weak hearted."

"Indeed," Thel put one hand on the stone wall and drooped his head, "I have no confidence in our ruler. He has no boundaries, no council to go through. An unstoppable fool."

Thel's mate got out of her chair and placed a hand on his shoulder. "This can be a good thing my love."

"How so?"

"A Sangheili with honor, a Sangheili of justice, such as you could lead us. You would need no council with your judgment."

"Impossible. An entire bloodline would have to fall for me become the lord."

"An obstacle that is conquerable."

Thel brushed his mate's hand off of his shoulder and stepped in close to her. "What you suggest is treachery. Keep in mind that honor is stronger than love."

The female showed no sign of fear or intimidation. "And a woman is stronger than a coward." She stepped back and opened a drawer by their bed. She reached in and retrieved a golden hilt of an energy sword.

"No." Thel's voice was firm.

"Take it Thel, for the safety of our race."

"I will not!"

"Then you are not a true Sangheili!" Thels mate's words hurt more than a thousand plasma bolts. With so few words she had blurred his morals. She was a strong woman indeed.

Thel looked downwards at his hand, and began to raise it. Slowly, he wrapped his fingers around the golden hilt.

[Edited on 12.05.2010 7:37 PM PST]

  • 12.05.2010 1:59 PM PDT

This story is damn good.

I take it the Arbiter will become a new main character in this?

  • 12.05.2010 7:08 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project: Book Two (Part Eight Is Finished!)
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Part. 8


"That was," Sarah paused, looking for the right word, "Amazing."

"Felt it. It's like the weight of the universe has just been lifted off of my shoulders."

"I'm right there with you." The two laughed.

"You know this is insane, right? I mean if the UNSC knew about this, well this is grounds for termination."

"Ha, like they'd terminate a Spartan when they are on the brink of defeat. I don't think so."

"You've got a point, still though. This is just...dangerous"

There was a moment of silence, then Sarah shifted onto her side. "Wanna do it again?"

"Yeah." There was a banging on the door and the two Spartans jumped out of bed. They quickly pulled on their suits' black under layer and rushed to the knocking.

E18 hit the door's control panel, sliding it open. Cody stood at the entrance in his MJOLNIR armor. "Suit up you two. We've got a mission to do." He turned to return to the bridge but stopped, "And grab some heavy weapons."

"He's already got that covered." Sarah said, wrapping her arms around Dante from behind.

"I'm pretty sure he specializes in small arms Spartan."

"I strongly disagree."

"Alright then!" Dante interrupted, "Well be on the bridge in five."

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"So you're a spook now huh?" Shadow winced as one of the mechanical arms pulled a bullet out of him.

"Yes," Nick nodded, "I work for ONI now."

"What exactly do you do?"

"My specialties include sharp shooting, infiltration, and assassination."

"So pretty much everything shady?"

"I don't judge my job. I carry out my orders."

Nick had changed so much since the moment Terry had first met him. The operative was nothing buy a young man. Now he was the walking dead. "Where are we going?"

"Classified." Nick said, flipping switches and turning knobs on his control board.

"Sh1t!" The ODST shouted as multiple needles began sowing his wounds shut. Even in his state of extreme pain he kept talking. "I'm about to see anyway."

"No, you're not." The spook hit three points on Terry's neck, and he passed out.

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Saline McGovern stood in one of the many underground evacuation bunkers, waiting for her turn to leave. It would be a few days at this rate, and the food supply was running out. She was hungry, and wasn't producing enough milk for Cade. The place was crowded with people. Her child was in danger of not only starvation but sickness as well.

With this in mind and her constant worry about her husband put the woman in a living hell. Saline cradled her baby in her arms as silent tears rolled down her face. She was strong in many ways, but even she had a breaking point. She felt weak, powerless. There was nothing she could do to protect her family.

"Mrs. McGovern?" A man's voice asked from behind her.

Saline turned around to see a man in black fatigues. His hair was light brown and cropped. Scars covered his face, across his lips, on his narrow nose, blemishing his cheeks. He would have been handsome if it weren't for explosives. "Yes?" Saline replied.

"How would you like to get your child off of this planet? Get him sent to any chosen location and delivered to any family member, escorted by an ONI agent that can bypass every obstacle and get your boy to safety in the blink of an eye."

The woman looked down at her baby, then back up at the soldier. "Tell me what to do."




(Just a little something to let you guys know i didn't quit. Sorry I've just been really busy.)

[Edited on 12.17.2010 11:57 AM PST]

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Part. 9



"Well, Mrs. McGovern, we understand that you were the best espionage agent we have ever known. Possibly even in history. We need you back at ONI."

Saline felt a lump in her throat. Espionage was her name, but not when she had a family to worry about. She could get killed so easily. One slip up and she was finished, one slip up and her son would grow up without a mother. It was that or her son would never grow up at all. "Okay."

The soldier motioned for her to follow him, and she did. She was taken into the large elevator that led up to the surface, and ascended. Saline was scared. Why did this have to happen? Why did humanity plunge itself into war again? Sometimes she wished she could go to some undiscovered planet. It would just be her, Cade, Terry, and a fantasy that would never come true.

When they reached the surface there was a pelican waiting for them. "How's this going to work?" Saline asked, doing her best to subdue the quivering in her voice.

The two sat down in the pelican and the ramp closed behind them. "We're dropping you straight off. These black fatigues are the standard military uniform inside of the asteroid. It's a command and intelligence outpost. It wasn't easy getting you in here, so don't fucI< up."

"We're just waltzing right in?"

"Yes. You'll have to climb their ranks though. It won't be easy." The soldier reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a data pad, "This is what you will be using to gather and send information to us. Don't lose it."

Saline took the device and slipped it into her jeans. She felt the pelican take off, and was startled as it shook and entered slipspace within the planet's atmosphere. "Now," The soldier said, "I'll be the person you hand your information to using your data pad. If you haven't put two and two together then I'm ONI." Saline didn't like this man. Within ten minutes of knowing him she already wanted to put a bullet in his head.

"How long is the ride?"

"Not long," The pelican exited slipspace into an asteroid belt, "It was expensive, to say the least." The man got out of his seat and took a duffel out of an overhead compartment. "Start getting dressed."

Inside of the bag was the same black uniform her new best friend was wearing. She undressed uncomfortably. He was a fellow soldier, and she wasn't even completely naked. Even in his completely uninterested state he still made her nervous. She had never been intimidated before. The scarred face, the grey eyes, all of it added up to make the last person Saline would ever want to see.

"There's a band in there. Tie up your hair and try to look professional." Saline complied. His politeness in the bunker was obviously a façade. Was it possible he even lied to her about getting her baby to safety? It didn't matter. Any chance for Cade to live was a chance she would take.

"Why an asteroid?" Saline asked.

The soldier took a rifle out of the overhead compartment and slung it over his shoulder. "They thought if it was in a belt we wouldn't know it existed, there for we couldn't get a spy in and gather data."

The spy removed the data pad from her previous garments and slipped it into her fatigues. Just then the pelican entered the asteroid's airlock. When it sealed the second door opened and they landed in the hangar. "Your name is Hailey Lockheart. You are single and Earth born. Your parents were killed by UNSC forces in the battle of Irindar. You're age twenty seven, born on august fourth. Once again, don't fucI< up."

The pelican's ramp lowered. To greet them were men in the customary black fatigues and one man in casual clothes. Saline stepped out of the pelican, her eyes scanning the hangar. The roof was high up, all the way to the ceiling of the asteroid. It had been hollowed out, not tunneled through. It had multiple levels, the hangar taking up a small portion of the uppermost floor.

"Hailey Lockheart?" The casually dressed man asked. He was young, around Hailey's age. His face might as well have been chiseled by Michael Angelo. He had straight, dirty blonde hair with emerald green eyes. His nose was straight, and his cheekbones were prominent but not bulging. Everything was just perfect. His body wasn't cut, or even very muscular. He was slender, but not lanky. A gentle vibe emanated from his fair skin.

Hailey snapped out of her deep examination and stood at attention. "Yes sir."

The man laughed. His laughter was light hearted and warm. "I'm not your superior."

Hailey relaxed. "My apologies." The pelican behind her took off towards the airlock. Fear churned in Hailey's stomach. At least her escort was gone. That was a slight relief.

"Don't worry about it." The man told the guards to leave them, and proceeded to walk Hailey across the hangar, "First things first. My name's Trevor, but you can call me Trev if you want. I'll be helping you get integrated with your job, and give you the lay of the land as well. Not only is this place a command outpost, but it's also a home to many alliance citizens. In a way it's a fallback plan. Long story short, we have pretty much everything a town would have."

"I guess I landed a good job."

"Yes you did Hailey," Trevor smiled, "Is it alright if I call you Hailey?"

"Yeah." Hailey smiled back as they passed through a group of engineers. The hangar was a busy place even on quiet days. If it had been active the two would have been lost in a swarm of workers, crates, and fork lifters.

Hailey knew the best way to fit in. At work, she worked no harder than anyone else. Working hard was appreciated and praised, but it made one stand out. The safest thing to do was blend in with everyone else, follow the leader. Being social was also important. A spy who kept to him or herself would make progress more quickly, but would be suspicious. It was almost like acting, be your role.

They let the hangar, walking out into what seemed like any other neighborhood. It had streets, cars, grass and trees. It was awe inspiring. "It's beautiful."

"Sure is." Trevor grinned, "A lot of people take it for granted. Living in a place like this, and it being safe as well, that's a dream. People here just don't know how good they have it."

"That's a shame," Hailey said as they walked down a sidewalk, "The only thing that gives it away is the massive rock dome above us."

Trevor laughed. "True. I kind of like it though. They've been planning on installing an illusion screen to make it look like the sky. They think that it will improve the mood, you know, inspire people."

Hailey heard the laughter of children, and turned her head to see three small boys chasing each other around their lawn. She hadn't seen something like that in years. These people were free, happy, safe, but not for long. Hailey knew what she had to do; she knew where her loyalties lied, at least for now.

"So are you taking me to work now?"

"Nah. I figured I'd show you around. This was supposed to be my day off. If it wasn't I'd be in that damn uniform."

"I apologize for taking up your time."

"Don't worry about it. From what I can tell you seem really nice. It's always good to know people like that," The man ran his fingers across a tree as they passed by it on the sidewalk, "So you probably won't be assigned a house for a day or two. You can stay with me if you want, or the guest barracks. I'll warn you, the barracks smell."

"Would it be too much trouble?"

"Of course not, I always appreciate company. I can also show you how excellent of a cook I am."

Hailey laughed. "I'm looking forward to it." The infiltrator usually had to fake a good mood, fake laughter and smiles. This time those things were real. It was a relief in some ways, but not in others.

"Do you want to stop by my place? You look like you've had a long day, no offence."

"That would be amazing." Hailey said, realizing how tired she was. The stress of this war was weighing down on her. They walked a few more blocks, then came to a white house with clay slates on the top of it. The lawn was well groomed, and flowers were planted in wooded rectangles under the front windows of the building. Clipped hedges separated his house from those of his neighbors. Did Trevor have a girlfriend, or did he do all this?

"Like it?" The man asked as they stood on the sidewalk, looking at the building.

"Was this all you?"

"Yep." Trevor nodded.

"Wow. I've met very few men who take this sort of care for their property."

"I'm one for aesthetics. I'll show you the inside." The two entered the house into a room with a table and doorles passage on each side. The tables held vases and pictures. The passage to the left was a living room, and to the right was a kitchen. "The stairs lead to the bedroom and bathroom. It's not a huge place, obviously, but I like it."

"It's," Hailey paused, searching for the word, "Cozy."

"Do you still want that tour of the asteroid?"

"Not really."

"Thought so," Trevor smiled, "It's almost time for dinner actually, so I might as well start making something. You can take the bed, I'll have the couch. Make yourself at home."

Why did she have to get stuck with a nice one? He was the enemy, she had to remember that. He was part of the army killing her friends and family. She should hate him. She knew this, but there was something about him. She just couldn't bring herself to despise the man. She would have to work around this, leave him out of her job. He wouldn't get in the way, or so she thought.

  • 12.24.2010 11:58 AM PDT

The tide is turning, brothers! Let us take our kingdom back!

Ok, so I've been reading your story for a while now. Both of these stories, actually. I only just realised you could make an account and not have to link your gamertag (which I don't have...)

This is honestly really cool, and I like how there's a new "arc" of sorts that's been forming in the past couple of chapters.

So, yeah. Keep up the awesomeness, please.

  • 12.25.2010 4:18 AM PDT
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Posted by: OfTheBloodguard
Ok, so I've been reading your story for a while now. Both of these stories, actually. I only just realised you could make an account and not have to link your gamertag (which I don't have...)

This is honestly really cool, and I like how there's a new "arc" of sorts that's been forming in the past couple of chapters.

Thanks man. I'm a little stuck at the moment though. That's why I haven't posted in a while, that and I've been working on non fanfics. So yeah, does anyone have any suggestions for getting out of the rut? Any ideas?

So, yeah. Keep up the awesomeness, please.

  • 01.16.2011 12:08 PM PDT
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So I'm a little stuck guys. I've been working on some other stories, and coming back to this one I don't quite know what to do. Where would the fans like to see this go?

  • 03.06.2011 5:35 PM PDT

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  • 03.08.2011 12:58 AM PDT

The tide is turning, brothers! Let us take our kingdom back!

Hmm... I've actually been thinking for a while on this story. I never posted because I couldn't actually think of anything... :(

My only question for you, is this: As far as I can tell, you've got your SPARTAN arc, ODST, Arbiter and Insurrectionist/ONI spy arc. What can you do to tie them all together?

  • 03.08.2011 8:18 PM PDT
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Posted by: OfTheBloodguard
Hmm... I've actually been thinking for a while on this story. I never posted because I couldn't actually think of anything... :(

My only question for you, is this: As far as I can tell, you've got your SPARTAN arc, ODST, Arbiter and Insurrectionist/ONI spy arc. What can you do to tie them all together?


Hmm. That WOULD help. I shall see what I can do.

  • 03.10.2011 2:06 PM PDT

The tide is turning, brothers! Let us take our kingdom back!


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Posted by: OfTheBloodguard
Hmm... I've actually been thinking for a while on this story. I never posted because I couldn't actually think of anything... :(

My only question for you, is this: As far as I can tell, you've got your SPARTAN arc, ODST, Arbiter and Insurrectionist/ONI spy arc. What can you do to tie them all together?


Hmm. That WOULD help. I shall see what I can do.

Right on, man. I'll be looking forward to what you come up with.

  • 03.10.2011 10:03 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project: Book Two (Part Ten Is Finally Up!)
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Part. 10



Hailey closed her eyes, feeling the warm water of Trevor's shower run down her bare skin. It was nice of Trevor to offer her a chance to wash. Not many people would make a stranger so comfortable. The girl squeezed a bottle of shampoo into her hand and rubbed it into her black hair. Once she washed it out she scrubbed her body with a soapy sponge.

After the shower was turned off she stepped out onto the tiled ground. She opened some drawers to find towels, but the only ones that were present would only cover half of her body. There was a bath robe hanging on the door. Even though she didn't want to wear his clothes without permission, she didn't have much of a choice.

She put on his robe and walked out of the bathroom. The smell of something delicious filled her nostrils. She walked into the kitchen to see him at the stove, pans sizzling and sauce boiling. Hailey cleared her throat, but he didn't hear her. "Hey."

Trevor jumped in surprise and turned around. He smiled and laughed. "You scared me."

"Sorry. Uhm, I don't mean to impose but-"

"The mirror in my bedroom slider open to a dresser. Everything will be a bit big, but the sweatpants should fit, at least at the waist."

"Thanks." She turned around and headed for the bedroom. Hailey had never met a man so warm. She had to remind herself he was Alliance, he was the enemy. The girl slid the mirror in the bedroom to the side and stepped into a walk in dresser. Everything was neat and organized by color. "Talk about a dream guy." She mumbled as she searched for clothes.

Hailey walked out of the closet with a shirt two sizes too big, sweatpants that she had to pull as tight as possible, and bare feet concealed by the pant legs. She walked back into the kitchen and was welcomed by a laugh.

"Lookin' good." Trevor smiled. The man served dinner on his small round table in the center of the room. He poured two glasses of wine and they began to eat.

"You weren't lying," Hailey marveled, "You are good cook."

"Thanks," Trevor said appreciatively, "I took some classes just for the sake of it."

Hailey looked at the man with wonder. Jesus, this guy is unreal. He can't be single.

"You alright?" Trevor asked, taking not of her stare.

Hailey snapped out of her daze. "Yeah," She blushed in embarrassment, "I'm good."

"So tell me about yourself."

"Oh, I'm boring really. How about you."

Trevor laughed. "Well I doubt that, but sure. I'll go first. So I was born in this asteroid. It was originally an insurrectionist haven. I like it here. Quiet, safe. Honestly I don't even support this war. I just work for the military out of obligation. I did well in school, so they recruited, or more like drafted me for military intelligence."

"Sorry to hear that. So is your family still here?"

"No, they died on Irindar fighting the UNSC. The remaining scraps of the insurrection joined the Alliance, and that's how this place became a command outpost."

"I'm sorry I asked." Hailey shifted her eyes down at her food.

"Don't be. Those are well healed wounds. Now what about you? I'm guessing you're one of those pretty girls who is visibly better than the rest with a perfect boyfriend and to top it off unbelievably smart."

"What makes you think that?" The woman smiled, raising the rim of her glass to a pair of soft lips.

Trevor shrugged. "Just a feeling." He grinned.

"Well I'd start being suspicious of my feelings if I were you," Hailey laughed, "I'm far from your flattering description."

"How so?"

"First, I've never been better than anyone at anything. Second, I'm single."

"Impossible," Trevor looked at her with narrow eyes, "You, single?"

"Single as can be. What about you?"

"Well, my job keeps me very busy. The only thing I spend enough time with to have any sort of romantic relationship with is my hedges."

Hailey laughed. "I noticed, and I must say your closet is quite impressive. A nice lawn, cooking, cleanliness, what are you?"

This brought a smile to Trevor's face. "My parents had the same kind of thing going. I guess it just rubbed off."

"I guess so." They looked at each other happily. Then they were staring. Trevor had never seen a girl so beautiful. Hailey, no, Saline had never seen a man so...lovely. You don't know him Saline. You met the guy two hours ago for Christ's sake! For all you know he could be some murderer or ped1file. yeah right. He's perfect and you know it. Are you insane?! He's Alliance!

"You know processing a new resident takes a while around here," Trevor said, "so it could be a few weeks until you get your own place. Maybe you'd like to stay with me until then."

"Oh I don't want to-"

"You won't be imposing, really. I could use some company too. I don't usually have anyone to talk to."

She was about to object again, then Hailey realized it was probably the best choice. One, she might be able to manipulate Trevor into helping her. Two, it would be more comfortable sleeping here than staying in the barracks until she got her house. All she would have to do is remember what she was here for. "In that case, sure thing." She smiled, and they continued their dinner.

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Terry woke up to the wailing of sirens. He was in a small white room connected to machines and hooked up to tubes and wires. A bag of blood was hanging over him, as was an IV. He could hear voices outside, someone barking orders. The last thing the ODST could remember was being operated on in a small shuttle with his former friend Nick Silvers. After that it was a huge gap in his memory.

Terry tried to sit up, but realized he was strapped into the bed. "FucI<!" He pulled his arms up, shaking as he used all his might to break the leather straps around his wrists. They wouldn't yield. "Damn it!" He thrashed his body, then gave up. There was no way he was breaking out in this weak of a state. After a few minutes it was obvious whoever but him here had forgotten about him. If he didn't get himself out of there the cot he was strapped to would be his deathbed.

He pulled up with life or death strength. The right strap snapped and he undid the other. Freeing his feet, the soldier pulled off his wires as fast as he could. He was about to pull off a tube when he realized it wasn't attached to him it was inside of him. The object ran in between two of his ribs and into god knows where. He gripped it and counted to three.

The first pull didn't suffice. It was agonizing but he had no choice. Gritting his teeth he slowly pulled it out of his body. He gave one final tug and it flew out of his torso. "Son of a b1tch!" His hand clutched the incision until the pain subsided. Terry winced as he stood and realized for the first time that his armor was gone.

The ODST searched the room frantically. How much time did he have left? What was happening here? Would he be shot on sight or would he be a friendly? There was no time to wonder about that. They would inevitably be answered. Now his task was to find his armor.

Terry pulled opened up a metal closet and found his ODST Battle Armor. There were obvious punctures in it. That was bad. From what he remembered he was in space. Now if he was exposed to the void he didn't have a chance. It was better than nothing.

Shadow's only weapon was a knife tucked into his boot. He had killed many with it before, and knew how to throw it with deadly accuracy. Despite his adeptness with a blade, guns beat knives. Even so staying in this room wasn't going to do him any good. The ODST slowly opened the door. It was stopped a quarter of the way open by a lifeless body. He slipped through the exit and examined the corpse. It was UNSC. A single bullet had penetrated the man's skull. The shot was too precise to be one of luck. Special Forces.

"There's one!" Someone shouted in a muffled voice. Shadow turned around to see three men in olive green suits. They looked like some sort of variation of his own armor. Perfect, yet another technological improvement for the Alliance.

The ODST pulled the body off of the floor, using it as a meat shield to retreat. Automatic fire struck the corpse. He ditched it and sprinted around a corner. The halls were metal with titanium air lock doors only able to be opened with an eye scanner. Cameras were positioned to monitor every inch of the place. Broken defense turrets hung from the ceiling. Where was he?

Shadow kept running, not even knowing where he was trying to go. All he knew was there were men with guns and good aim behind him. That was enough to get a soldier moving. As if his circumstances weren't bad enough an automated voice blared over the COM system.

Warning, warning! Incoming class ten projectile. Brace for impact.

Class ten projectile? What was that even supposed to mean? The vessel shook so violently Shadow fell to the ground. The lights flickered and went out. He heard a strange noise from the hall he had come from. It was quiet at first, then started to get louder. Shadow felt the air growing hotter, and a glow from behind him. He turned to face it. The noise was a roar now, and the light was getting intense. The three Alliance soldiers sprinted around the corner. They had dropped their guns and were running for their lives.




(I would have liked to give more but I really figured that it had been too long so I put out what I have. Sorry guys I've been so busy lately and I'm juggling stories. I'll do my best to get the next one faster. I hope you enjoyed this. There's something big coming up. Very big.)

[Edited on 03.13.2011 8:40 PM PDT]

  • 03.13.2011 8:30 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] The Spartan Four Project: Book Two (Part Eight Is Finished!)

The tide is turning, brothers! Let us take our kingdom back!

Hey, you've got it going again! Good to see. I'll be sure to keep reading this.

  • 03.13.2011 8:35 PM PDT

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