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Subject: [Novel] The Conflict of Harvest-Chapter 12.25 ready!

POMC S117 Owns owns

This is my first fan-fic and I'm wondering if it's any good before I continue.

Prolouge

Captain Rolek ducked as blue, superheated plasma projectiles streaked the old, cracked wall just inches above his lightly armored head. The wall shattered and bricks and chalk smashed to the ground.

"Move up and destroy that plasma cannon emplacement!" He yelled at his crackling, steel comm link.

"Yeah, ok." Shouted his Heavy Gunner, Sergeant Malarek.

Malarek burst through a damp, wooden door in a hail of splinters pursued by two large, burly aliens dubbed Brutes. They wielded quite primitive, barbaric weapons called Spikers.

One of the brutes leaped onto Malarek's back, trying to drag him down, but Malarek just tossed his Machine Gun Turret to the floor and took out his large, steel knife and plunged it into the Brutes head. It flailed like an angry gorilla and fell to the floor. Its companion dropped its Spiker and ran, however Malarek threw his knife at it. The knife arced through the air and hit the ursine in the spine. It spasmed and, like it's friend, slammed to the ground.

"Sir, Shortswords have been authourized for Utgard." He informed his commanding officer.

"How long?" The Captain aked passively.

Malarek was just about to answer when 3 large UNSC jets zoomed by streaking green gas.

"All squads! Shortswords inbound for a bombing run. Get the hell outta here!" He bellowed down his comm.

He then turned and ran down a dark crumbling alley and into a street. Debris choked the once vibrant and busy street. Glass littered the street, obviously all the shops had been looted before the attack had reached there. Out of the corner of his eye, Rolek glanced the long metal wing of one of the Shortswords as it dropped its payload.

Rolek sailed through the air and was engulfed in flames. He hit the ground and he felt his helmet crack.

"Aaarrr, if I wanted to fly I would have joined the Air Force!" Rolek croaked before passing out.

[Edited on 05.30.2011 11:52 AM PDT]

  • 10.08.2010 11:13 AM PDT
Subject: The Conflict of Harvest

POMC S117 Owns owns

Thank you I'm sorry for upsetting you about your amazing front cover and I was waiting for more feedback before writing more on the chapter but I might make it a prolouge.

  • 10.08.2010 3:21 PM PDT

POMC S117 Owns owns

Ok thanks. Could you be my Steamitor?

[Edited on 10.08.2010 3:41 PM PDT]

  • 10.08.2010 3:33 PM PDT

POMC S117 Owns owns

thanks lol only heard it reading Insurrection.

  • 10.09.2010 1:16 AM PDT
Subject: [Novel] The Conflict of Harvest-Chapter 3 complete

POMC S117 Owns owns


This is my first chapter.

Chapter 1 - Meet the Squad

Bright orange flames licked his feet as Rolek grunted in pain. It was excruciating. Slowly, he opened his eyes. He noticed that the large street he had been in hours ago was completely leveled and full of debris.

Suddenly he heard two voices... and they weren't Human!

"Find all survivors and kill them. Now!" One of the aliens barked.

Rolek crawled over to his MA5b and reloaded it. It clicked and he rolled painfully onto his back.

One of the aliens heard him and came over to inspect. Luckily, he was wedged between two large, gray boulders, which to him, looked as if they were the only thing standing on this Godforsaken rock. The Shortswords must have done a few runs to have been that devastating.

The large, tall and elegant alien that was coming for him was wearing big, white, ceremonial armour. The shadow grew darker and more menacing as the horribly loud footstep just got impossibly louder... Boom!

Corporal Fringlek burst out from behind another -albeit smaller- rock with a large, black M45 Tactical Shotgun. The first round penetrated the aliens shields, while the second round killed it. Fringlek then proceeded to empty the rest of the rounds into the dead alien's head, but then the leader of the alien decloaked with a purple sword.

It stabbed right through the lightly armoured Corporal like he was a piece of soft clay.

"Arggggghhhhhh!" Screamed the Corporal before he collapsed to the floor panting heavily.

"I do not pity you. You are just mere humans." Said the alien with no remorse and with perfect English.

It was just about to snuff the Marines life, but then a loud shot rang out and the alien fell dead.

Rolek stood up and almost fainted with pain. Nevertheless he managed to get over to the Corporal.

"Fringlek, are you alive?" Asked the Captain nervously. Never in his life had he lost a squad member under his command.

Fringlek coughed loudly and his savior come out from behind a once remarkable, white wall. It was the teams faithful sniper, Staff Sergeant Martin.

"Is he OK?" Asked the sniper stupidly.

"No." Replied Rolek bluntly."Some sort of sword went clean through his abdomen."

"Medic!" Bellowed Martin desperately.

"They're gone, come on I'll carry him." Ordered Rolek.

They had walked a few meters when they heard a deafening noise.

"That sounds like a Falcon." Said Martin, stopping to look around.

And sure enough, a helicopter flew over towards them.

"There they are." Spoke the voice of Malarek loudly above the whir of the Falcons rotors.

The night-black vehicle landed a few feet away from Rolek.

"Oh my God." Commented the squads Computer Expert, Private Tommy Derelick.

Malarek also got off and using his muscle, carried the now limp, severely injured man.

"Jameson, get some Biofoam!" Demanded Malarek forcefully.

A small, smart, scrawny Army trooper jumped out of the Falcon with a green cylindrical bottle. He hurried over to Malarek and injected the dying Corporal with Biofoam.

"Good. Lets get him on the Falcon before more creeps come." Whispered Rolek.


[Edited on 10.15.2010 4:51 PM PDT]

  • 10.09.2010 2:06 AM PDT
Subject: The Conflict of Harvest

POMC S117 Owns owns

How do you change the topic name? And thanks for editing.

  • 10.10.2010 2:10 PM PDT
Subject: [Novel] The Conflict of Harvest-Chapter 1 complete

POMC S117 Owns owns

Sorry I know alot of things that are to do with science that 18 year olds probably don't know, but yet I still can't do stuff 5 year olds would be able to do.

[Edited on 10.11.2010 10:32 AM PDT]

  • 10.11.2010 1:24 AM PDT
Subject: [Novel] The Conflict of Harvest-Chapter 1 complete

POMC S117 Owns owns

What do you not understand? Is it my lack of punctuation? And you are good at English. If you had not told me that it was not your first language I wouldn't have known. I meant that I don't have much Common Sense.

P.S Chapter 2 should be out on Wednesday and if your reading please comment.

[Edited on 10.11.2010 10:34 AM PDT]

  • 10.11.2010 10:32 AM PDT

POMC S117 Owns owns

I know it was a British Colony until 1997 I think. I come from Scotland like your teacher.

  • 10.11.2010 10:57 AM PDT

POMC S117 Owns owns

Ok and it might be out later today.

  • 10.12.2010 2:31 AM PDT
Subject: [Novel] The Conflict of Harvest-Chapter 2 complete

POMC S117 Owns owns

Right here is Chapter 2.

Chapter 2-On the way to Utgard

Rolek held up a comm to his ear. Plasma fire sparkled off of the Falcon sending blue liquid into the seat compartment. Gunfire rattled through the metal chasis of the air vehicle.

"This is Sergeant Avery Junior Johnson does any UNSC personal read me, over?" The Sergeant asked cooly.

"Yes, this is Captain William Rolek where are you?" Replied Rolek, indicating to the pilot to get the Falcon away from the building they were hovering loudly beside.

"In a pleasant little town called New Hong Kong on Map Grid Referance Number S-117." Johnson informed them.

"Ok, we will be there on the double, hold on" Said Rolek dropping the comm into his belt. "Right Charlie 25 get a move on.

The Falcon started to turn, only to find two banshees trying to sneak up from below, but Malarek was quick to act and grabbed hold of the machine gun and shot one Banshees dead on, while the blast hit the second banshee just as it used turbo, causing it to fly in an arch toward the building they were flying away from. The Elite pilot retained control just 5 seconds before it smashed into the windows of the building. Then suddenly the whole banshee was engulfed in an explosion of it's own fuel and weaponry.

"Wow, that was close! Good thing we were just leaving this place or they might've done that to us instead..." Malarek said, still holding onto the machine gun.

They decided not to wait any longer as they could see the falcons in the distance slowly losing the dogfights that were taking place in the sky above the town they were located in. It took them about ten uneventful minutes to fly to the outskirts of New Hong Kong. They still couldn't see the Sergeant anywhere.


Suddenly out of nowhere a wing of purple Banshees came out from behind a tall, glass building firing their Plasma Cannons.
One of them fired a green projectile from their Fuel Rod Cannon, which arced and directly hit the "tail" of the Falcon. The Falcon shook violently but hovered defiently.

"Pilot keep us steady, Malarek fire at will." Ordered Rolek.

Malarek opened fire on the fast-moving, purple blurs. The continous heavy machine gun fire ripped the Alien Planes to shreds, however, unbeknownst to the squad a huge, gargantuan walker type vehicle landed behind them. All that they heard before they were shot down was the walker charging up its weapons.

The Falcon whined as the pilot fought to keep control.

"Charlie 25 get out of here!" Yelled Rolek opening fire on the newly arrived advesary.The bullets bounced off of the hull as if they were mere pebbles.

"Negative, sir. We're going down." Replied the Pilot straining with the controls.

The Falcon squealed as another trail of liquid plasma hit it. The back of the Falcon exploded and the rest of it spiralled down to the ground. BOOM! Malarek slipped off of his seat before the Falcon crashed into the glass building. He tumbled down 10 metres and landed on his feet. The others were not so lucky. They had smashed through the glass and crashed through the floor onto the ground floor. The resulting explosion was so large that Malarek, who was outside, was thrown to the other side of the street. A few smaller explosions went of and then there was silence.

The Scarab crashed its way out of the small town and proceeded towards the city of Utgard. Its intentions? Complete destruction and annihalation of all humans in the vicinity. Little did it know that a large, black UNSC Frigate had its MAC gun charged and primed on it.



[Edited on 10.14.2010 2:42 AM PDT]

  • 10.12.2010 3:44 AM PDT
Subject: [Novel] The Conflict of Harvest-Chapter 1 complete

POMC S117 Owns owns

I'll do Chapter 3 tonight or tommorrow.

It will be about finding Johnson, holding thier position 'till evac arrives and protecting civillian transports.

Chapter 4 will be about fighting in the station of a Elevator and Chapter 5 will be the first sighting of an Aussalt Carrier and it starts glassing.

  • 10.12.2010 4:51 AM PDT

POMC S117 Owns owns

Thanks for editing and I was going to change that part to make it longer but you done it for me although I made some modifications. So thanks again.

P.S Did I mention that New Hong Kong gets completely glassed until it turns to water.









Joke lol.

[Edited on 10.12.2010 2:57 PM PDT]

  • 10.12.2010 2:45 PM PDT

POMC S117 Owns owns

I said the blast from the other Banshee exploding hit the other one. Right the Banshee is going very fast but gets hit by an explosion from behind thus making it lose control, go faster and arc into the building.

  • 10.14.2010 2:37 AM PDT