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Subject: [Novel] The Conflict of Harvest-Chapter 11 out!

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Chapter 11 - For Wrath and Ruin

The pods lurched forward abrutly and shuddered. Then they dropped.

Rolek felt the blood rush through his arteries and up to his brain as it strained to keep up with the rest of his body.

The computer installed into the pods interface flickered blue and then morphed into an avatar of a sharp woman.

"Sir. I have been assigned to your squad by Ship Captain William Yakotee, Troop Designation number 001389386." She spoke in a disembodied, almost fabricated, voice.

He glanced down, feeling disorionated. The blood in him slowed down to a barable speed and he replied with a curt greeting.

*

"Master." Said an Elite, genuflecting humbly. "I don't mean to intrude, but we are detecting 4 small vehicles approaching us."

The Ship Master was about to threaten his dimunitive servant, when a klaxon sounded.

"They are moving into intercept trajectory. Estimated 30 seconds until they hit."

The commander barged past the Elite, sending him flying into a wall, and proceded to check the sensors.

The objects were represented as blurred red dots with light streaming from them.

"Must be some sort of space rock, a meteor, attracted by gravity from the engines." He explained, acting as if everyone else was a simpleton.

"What should we do sir?" The Elite had removed himself from the wall and was now rubbing his shoulder.

The Ship Master chuckled and slapped the Minor. "Use it as target practice. Move out the way, I don't know. Just don't let it hit us or by the Great Journey, I will have you shot for your inadequesy!" He growled out every last word with as much contempt and rage as he could muster.

The Elite lingered nervously feeling religiously shunned and useless.

"Must I reiterate the whole order for you. Must I instill more terror into this unworthy crew. You are the Gods punishment for everyones disrespect, you are nothing but worthless quadrupeds, a plight!" Saying an insult as malicious and malevolent as this to such a pious race is terrible and demoralising, but coming from such a honourable figure like a Ship Master, the heralds of the Gods, is destroying.

*

"Captain, I am detecting advanced alien aggresion. They are preparing to fire on us." Informed the AI casually.

Rolek grabbed on to the joystick and began to change direction if needed.

"How long until they fire at us?" Asked Rolek nervously.

The AI did not have to reply as he saw the ship charge up its Pulse Cannon. At first it started as a little, ebbing orb, a mere pinprick compared to the ship, but gradually it began to morph and shift into a more prominent and menacing shape.

The projectiles were released in a vicious barrage of purple and Atticus yelled as they streaked towards him.

They struck his pod and it went up in flames, sheets of metal being torn into space.

"S-sir!" He shouted anxiously, struggling to breath."The hull has b-been b-breached." Every word he coughed was a fight as the fire greedily enveloped the metal."I'm exposed to the atmosphere. Oxygen levels are at a fatal low, I'm not getting on that ship."

Rolek roared as he watched the pod vibrate and combust. All that remained was hunks of scrap and equipment.

"Soldier, do you here me? Soldier, respond!" Said Rolek loudly.

"Sir, he's dead." Informed the AI, with the emotionless voice that she utilised.

Rolek punched the glass and was rewarded with a severe pain shooting up his arm.

"Cap'n. There was nothing you could do." Consoled the Sergeant, clearly suppressing the urge to break down in tears.

"Well let's just hope that there is no more fatal assaults. How long until we hit the ship?"

"By my calculations, we will strike the ship in 10 seconds. 9... 8... 7... 6..."

Rolek clutched his guns as the AI completed her countdown.

There was a huge, bone-sickening crunch as the Drop Pod pierced the Assault Carriers hull.

The pods were engulfed in a mixture of plasma and fire. The metal sizzled, small areas being eaten away by the immense head.

"Deploy parachutes!" Yelled Rolek, his armour melting crudely.

3 red, crumpled parachutes flew out of the pods, streaming in the burning air before flattening out.

The material barely managed to slow them down, never mind halt them.

So, they continued their rapid progression through the many-tiered ship, the images blurring into myriads of colour due to speed.

Eventually, the pods stopped, after nearly cutting through half the ship and crippling it.

"Captain Rolek," Said the AI, comm crackling through the radioactive interference. "While we where falling through the ship, we ripped into one of the main power interfaces."

Rolek, massaging a large wound on his head, grunted.

"In other words, we have shattered a vital plasma line and radiation is streaking out as we speak, by my guess, we only have 12 minutes before we suffer a long-term illness and only 15 minutes until the levels rise to an unendurable point."

"What? Wh-where are we?" He asked, straining to pull himself from the rippling vehicle.

"Using the ships data-banks, we are located somewhere between the armoury and the barracks. The engine room is two levels below us." She allowed herself to be transfered into Rolek's helmet and added. "Also, you may wish to know that you have been detected and hostiles are on their way to neutralise you."

"What?" He complained.

He finally managed to clamber out of the pod and withdrew his Assualt Rifle.

"Squad, get up!" He ordered, hearing racous laughter and solemn worshipping as enemies began to journey towards the intruders.

He jumped over to Corporal Harris' pod and ducked into cover. He watched as the shadows of Elites and their peons became solid, and the footsteps became less distant and more refined.

"Harris, get out the pod now!"

"Sir, I can't. A bit of metal's welded onto my armour." Rolek could easily tell that the corporal was in pain.

The sergeant, who had also been able to escape from the clutches of his metal prison, attempted to help the injured soldier.

"Hurry." He barked, observing in horror as the aliens rounded the corner.

"There are the unworthy invaders." Pointed out the Elite Minor spearheading the defence.

The fully rallied grunts erupted in frenzied battle-cries and started firing misplaced shots all over the ship.

A blue round of plasma zoomed past Rolek's downed pod, which exploded in a multi-coloured array of propellant sending him cartwheeling into the wall.

He stood up, raced over to Harris and the struggling Sergeant and wrenched the metal out of the pod.

Harris screamed in pain as he was bundled out of his seat and splayed on the floor.

"Are you ok?" Questioned the sergeant nervously.

"Not really." He moaned. "But I can do what needs to be done."

Rolek smiled, you had to admire a soldiers mentality.

As they ran away from their burning pods, followed by a pack of rowdy grunts, the AI spoke. "Captain, I think you would like to know that you are heading the wrong way."

Rolek groaned, hammering his foot against the floor in despair. This was the end. They would never be able to face this many grunts and Elites alone.

Unexpectedly, the remaining pods blew up, slaughtering the aliens in a quick, incinerating blaze.

"Come on squad. Go.. go.. go!" He smiled. This would be easier.

*

Private Malesh was hiding behind a snow-caked crate, as two towering Hunters made their way towards him, ignoring the concentrated fire raining down on them.

The bullets dented the armour, but failed to do anything else except rile them.

One lucky shot had hit them in one of the unprotected areas and a little orange worm flopped silently to the snow, where it shrivelled and died, unattached to its home colony.

When the pair arrived at the crates, Malesh rose and fire shotgun shells into their faces.

One of them rolled over, dead by the number of lead wasted in a futile attempt to hang on to life.

But the other one, a hardened veteran in the art of warfare, clubbed the soldier over the head.

[Edited on 04.26.2011 9:36 AM PDT]

  • 02.24.2011 9:18 AM PDT

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Continued...

There was a sickening crunch as metal connected with cranium and the body flew for metres before lying broken beside a metallic building.

The alien then let loose a stream of green plasma from it's Cannon towards the soldiers who had tried miserably to defend their kin.

They screamed together and died together as the river of plasma cut them in half. So did their medics as they attempted to preserve life.

[Edited on 04.25.2011 10:57 AM PDT]

  • 02.26.2011 10:52 AM PDT
Subject: [Novel] The Conflict of Harvest-Chapter 10 finished!

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Chapter 11 has a new, albeit small, part. Sorry for the month delay but I promise that I will have this chapter done by next friday.

  • 03.26.2011 2:19 PM PDT

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Yeyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! Finally, after ages of disruption and setbacks, chapter 11 is finished!

  • 04.25.2011 10:58 AM PDT
Subject: [Novel] The Conflict of Harvest-Chapter 11 out!

Its great
but I got confused as I haven't read it in so long.

  • 04.25.2011 2:52 PM PDT

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It would've been better but my internet cut out and I lost about 1000 words.

  • 04.26.2011 9:36 AM PDT
Subject: [Novel] The Conflict of Harvest-Chapter 10 OUT!
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I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time... like tears in rain... Time to die.

First off, I'm glad to be back after a long sabbatical. Secondly, it seems to me as if your writing has improved. I will continue to edit as I have in the past.

A small suggestion; use more contractions! The story will flow better and it (to me) will make it feel more realistic. It's, I'm, there's, don't, we're and you'll are your friends!

No heat or light was emitting from it and Rolek believed it was a dead ship, lost and forgotten. Broken.
I think this would sound better if you phrased it as such; No heat or light was emitting from it and Rolek believed it was a dead ship. Lost, forgotten and broken.

Finally, after many querries, he opened Docking Bay 7 for them.
Typo on querries. Should be queries.

A whole jet from a Pelican was balanced precuriously on a box and ammo and guns were scattered on the metal floor.
Typo on precuriously, should be precariously.

Rolek looked quizzically at the man and asked politely,"Do I know you."
Add the correct punctuation here. A question mark is correct.

hey walked through the empty corridors, which were shadows of there former selfs, and Captain Yakotee briefed him solemnly.
Wrong use of "there". Should be "their".

You think the invasion of Urtgard was bad then what the rest of Harvest went through was horrific.
Try adding "If" in front of "you think".

maddening screams of death and lonelyness
Typo here on lonlyness, should be loneliness.

"Yes. Tat would be nice
Like I need to point this out, hah. Should be "THAT"

Captain Mclintosh of the 33rd Marine Brigade was on duty when the Covenent began there vicious..
Wrong use of "there". Should be "their".

He was stationed at Artic Base 12
Typo here? I think you meant "ARCTIC".

Search the area, kill any resistance you meet, but find the artefact and defend it
Typo here on artefact, should be ARTIFACT

The leader padded through the snow and scaled a small hill where he through back his head and laughed cruelly, the sound re-bounding through the valley.
Rebounding is one word, no hyphen necessary.

It was painted black, made of titanium alloy and easy to hold as it was used by nearly every UNSC perssonel
Typo here on perssonel, should be personnel.

Sorry, but that is confidential. He said auutomatically.
Typo here on auutomatically, should be automatically.

They walked down a corridor in companiable silence, until Rolek asked him something.
Typo on companiable, should be companionable.

Also one of the reasons why we had to switch of our engines
I think you meant, switch "off".

in case we collide with a huge bit and recieve a hull breach.
Typo on recieve, should be receive.

When he saw Rolek stride through the empty space in the wall, subtituted for a door[quote]
Typo on subtituted, should be substituted.

[quote]All crew report to your sttions

Sttions, should be stations. Of course ^.^

KEEP IT UP! I'll edit the other chapters later today.


  • 04.26.2011 10:57 AM PDT
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I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time... like tears in rain... Time to die.

inricate symbols scribbled on it
Inricate, should be changed to intricate.

What blasphemy is this
Add correct punctuation, a question mark.

Negitave. Sorry sir.
Typo on negitave, should be negative.

"Sir. When to we drop?"
When DO we drop, is correct. I'm sure you meant this.

Troopers, your helmets are the most important thing you havr
Havr, needs changing. Should be "have". Once again, I'm sure you meant this.

  • 04.26.2011 11:08 AM PDT
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I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time... like tears in rain... Time to die.

Sorry, forgot to mention both my edit posts were of chapter 10 and it's continuation.

  • 04.26.2011 11:10 AM PDT

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Ohhh... Thanks.

Also, artefact is correct, I live in Britain.

Ok. I have some editing to do. Thanks again.

  • 04.26.2011 11:37 AM PDT
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I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time... like tears in rain... Time to die.

Posted by: POMC S117 Owns
Ohhh... Thanks.

Also, artefact is correct, I live in Britain.

Ok. I have some editing to do. Thanks again.


I refrained from editing some words because I knew you were from the UK. Didn't realize there was an alternate way of spelling artifact. :P

  • 04.27.2011 5:38 AM PDT
Subject: [Novel] The Conflict of Harvest-Chapter 11 out!
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I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time... like tears in rain... Time to die.

I hope my incessant editing doesn't seem to overbearing. It isn't my intent. I would have thought though, by now, you'd have written a chapter or so. Or maybe even edit some of your mistakes ;)

EDIT: So, looks like I may have wasted my time...

[Edited on 05.19.2011 5:57 AM PDT]

  • 05.12.2011 9:41 AM PDT

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You didn't waste your time, it's just that I hardly get on the computer any more because of school work, my sisters always go on and other stuff. Also, I've been finding it hard to locate the mistakes, but, beggars can't be choosers.

Thanks a lot for your support and edits and I promise that I will edit the mistakes as soon as possible.

  • 05.19.2011 11:23 AM PDT

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All mistakes have been corrected. Thanks for the help. Chapter 12 should be out soon, I just need to formulate it in my head.

  • 05.19.2011 11:49 AM PDT

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


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All mistakes have been corrected. Thanks for the help. Chapter 12 should be out soon, I just need to formulate it in my head.
Bring it on!

  • 05.21.2011 10:02 PM PDT
Subject: [Novel] The Conflict of Harvest-Chapter 12.25 ready!

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Well I'm bringing it on!

Chapter 12 - Systems Critical!

Rolek charged into the raging fire, forgetting the fact that the heat was almost unendurable to most organic sapients.

Quickly, he fired a few shots into the swirling inferno before diving over the bubbling carcass of a drop pod.

Barely, he could just make out the rough silhouette of an ODST following him through the fire.

With the adrenaline pumping and circulating around his nervous system, pacifying any pain he would feel, he spotted a rectangular hole that had ripped open even further by the unforeseen combustion of the pod.

A large, jagged scar ran across it, branching of towards the half-crumpled wall.

"Team, listen up!" He bellowed, only now noticing the crippling agony that the fire was carrying through his body, penetrating his armour and slowly crisping his skin.

Being Harvest born and bred, he hadn't exactly gained an immunity from searing heat. That was one of the few implications of living on an Agri-world, you didn't really get a natural shield against the elements, unless of course you inhabited a log cabin in the polar extremes, or a tree-house at the equator.

"We're going down town!" He jumped down the whole and landed athletically on his feet, hoping his team would understand and follow suit.

As if it was distant, Rolek could hear the greedy crackling of the blaze as it feasted and devoured a lovely meal of purple metal.

The tainting, black smoke was had a less pronounced population down here, thought Rolek, as he gazed down the corridor that was a complex warren of tunnels and passageways, an excellent advantage point.

As Rolek, gun trained directly in front of him, journeyed forwards into the unknown blackness that was the ship, he became aware that the ship was stationary and the klaxon, that was beeping violently moments ago, had halted.

His senses also informed him that the only source of light emitting near him was the faint glow of the orange fire seeping into the corridor and his torch.

"Squad." He whispered, his breath freezing in the air. "This ship's not moving."

"What?" Questioned the Sergeant, testing for radio interference.

"Sir," Interrupted the AI, unaware that the squad could be walking to their deaths. "This ship has no energy source leading to anywhere other than the life support systems. All systems critical."

Rolek felt a lump slide down his throat. How were they going to explode engines that weren't even working?

He shrugged his trepidation away and continued, he would think about that later.

Gradually, as he journeyed further through the perplexing network of dark passages, he became accustomed to the lack of light, and was just able to make out the narrow floor in front of him.

As his senses sharpened, he was made aware of a dull thudding shaking the ship. "Hey... Lucy. What is that?"

"I am detecting a strange disturbance in this corridor." Said Lucy, a tinge of emotion in her voice.

Rolek had given up trying to move and listen at the same time and was now crouching down, clutching his weapon close to himself as if it was some sort of guardian-like teddy bear.

"It's getting closer... Lucy, your functions are supposed to give us some sort of battle awareness. What is happening?" Whispered the Corporal, breath crystallizing in the freezing, sub-zero air.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

"Captain Rolek... I would advise you and your squad to flee. It would appear that the floor panels are falling at a rate of 19mph, and the panels will fall at this destination in... 30 seconds." She announced in her conventional, toneless way.

Rolek didn't point out that she had just conveyed the information that could lead to their deaths in a drone, instead he chose to start sprinting as fast as he ever had done.

Without his marine training and the drugs injected into him to allow him heightened battle awareness, Rolek could run approximately 12mph, with them he could run 18mph. It would be a close one...

In the distance, illuminated by an earthly incandescence, Rolek could vaguely see a door that was open, with sparks showering from it. Could he make it through?

"Squad! Just keep running! We're almost there!" Yelled Rolek encouragingly, sweat rolling down his helmeted face.

"Cap'n!" Shouted one of the members. "I can't!"

Rolek dared to turn around and spotted the Sergeant hobbling along, blood streaming down his leg. It was obviously apparent that he wasn't going to make it, however, Rolek still decided to applaud him.

"Don't worry about your leg! You've done extremely well so far! Our escape route is right in front of us!" Nevertheless, his bellows fell on deaf ears as his soldiers were swiftly "eaten" by the gap created by the falling panels.

Just as the panel that he was standing on fell into oblivion, Rolek jumped up into the air, not knowing what he was doing, and grabbed onto a pole. He hung there, relieved that he had managed to survive, saddened that his team had died, or so he thought...

Corporal Harris, who was partially submerged in an unknown, blue fluid that vaguely smelt of toothpaste, groaned. He looked up and around, trying to find his bearings. In the distance, he could see the Sergeant, who was also in the fluid, do the same.

"Sergeant, over here!" He called, attempting to swim over to his squad mate.

The Sergeant heard a quiet voice and rotated his body to face the Corporal, who was plastered in the thick liquid. "Harris, you're alive. I thought that we would die, it seems we were saved by this goo." He spat some of the blue substance that was as thick as treacle.

Harris, who's eyesight was obscured by the paste, managed to reach the shallow part of the "lake" and began to wade over to Sergeant Connell. "What is this?"

His question was answered by a klaxon blaring loudly. The two soldiers looked up, and to their dismay, there was a huge, steaming pot being lowered down from the sky. "What on Harvest is that?"

Connell knew what it was. It was the ships fuel, and it would burn! "Run!" He bellowed.

Harris didn't need to be told twice, as soon as the fuel being carried by the steel container was about to unleash it's contents, he was out of the "lagoon". "Dammit! The doors locked. We'll be boiled alive!" He exclaimed, sweat pouring down his face.

"Don't worry!" Assured the Sergeant, taking some mechanical equipment from his belt. "I'll get us out!"

For a few minutes, he tried to open the control panel, splicing through the metal with a small blowtorch designed for precision. Eventually, he managed to open it.

Sweat streamed from his forehead. "How near is the fuel?"

"Sir, it's coming quite fast! It's melting the metal. It's like this is happening on purpose! Someone knows we're here."

The Sergeant stuffed the blowtorch back into his back and withdrew some pliers. "Is that so."

"It must be." He called, backing away from the bubbling liquid.

"I just need to adjust the heat." Muttered Connell, twisting a dial on the blowtorch. The flame, a a stream of orange, turned blue and the door flew open. "Quick! Get in before it closes."

The Corporal didn't need to be told twice. He wheeled around and sprinted through the door, just as the boiling substance melted the section of the floor that he was landing on.

"That was close." He breathed as the door shut slowly.

The two soldiers walked in companionable silence until the Sergeant noticed something. "The light's are on. I thought that the ship was dead." Then an awful realisation struck him. He looked at his UNSC watch. "We've only got a few minutes to get off of the ship! We'll have to meet up with the Captain and escape!"

"What if we don't find him?"

"We'll have to leave him."

*

Meanwhile, Rolek had managed to get through the door. He too, noticed that the lights were functional and not broken. It was odd. He attempted to reload his Assault Rifle, however, it was out of ammo. He scolded himself for not being selective with his shots as he reloaded his pistol.

He sneaked through the passageways, always checking his motion censors. Suddenly, he heard a disturbance. He whipped around and fired a shot into a fleshy target. He moved over to inspect. It was a dead grunt. At first, he believed that he had killed it, however, on later inspection it appeared to have suffered plasma burns.

"A deserter." He whispered.

Then an Elite, wielding a fully-charged Plasma Rifle, rolled from it's cover.

"Human scum! Prepare to die!" It threatened as three team-mates crept behind him.

A burst of plasma hit some exposed wiring above Rolek and there was a huge explosion that sent the soldier cartwheeling into the wall. He groaned and jumped to his feet, firing some rounds at the aliens.

The bullets bounced off of the armour and punctured the wall. The leader threw back his head an laughed, before letting loose with another, ruthless barrage.

Rolek wrenched a grenade from his belt. Praying, he pulled the pin and tossed it. He covered his ears as blue, luminescent blood plastered the purple walls. He looked down the corridor. The Elites were dead.





[Edited on 08.13.2011 2:46 PM PDT]

  • 05.23.2011 12:53 PM PDT

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I'm just going to fire into a new chapter. Sorry for deserting this for so long.

[Edited on 10.12.2011 8:57 AM PDT]

  • 06.04.2011 6:02 AM PDT

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


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"I am detecting a strange disturbance in this corridor.
Oh snap.

  • 06.06.2011 5:17 AM PDT

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Sorry guys! I haven't been on for a while so this story has been forgotten, however, I'm going to start writing again.

  • 07.06.2011 8:35 AM PDT

I liked what you had
sadly I had a speed read because my actual Internets down and I half to leave my friends House.

  • 07.09.2011 5:26 PM PDT

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

Keep on truckin', son. I'm trying to get my story up to date as well.

I'll race you.

  • 07.11.2011 3:16 AM PDT

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Thanks for sticking with me guys!

  • 07.16.2011 3:09 PM PDT

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There's an extra part added.

  • 07.19.2011 5:46 AM PDT

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

ossim.

  • 07.20.2011 3:02 AM PDT
Subject: [Novel] The Conflict of Harvest-Chapter 2 complete

pretty nice ^^

  • 07.20.2011 6:57 AM PDT