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Subject: [Novel] The Conflict of Harvest-Chapter 5 complete

I cant wait


But what I was hoping for is how many are in Roleks squad
from my count just 3 that are named but I might be wrong lol

  • 10.27.2010 5:05 PM PDT

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Read chapter 1. It shows you how many squad members there is. I can't write much today so a paragraph is all i'm doing.

  • 10.30.2010 12:35 AM PDT
Subject: [Novel] The Conflict of Harvest-Chapter 7 complete

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Chapter 6- The Harvest Space Elevator is falling down

Malarek's Pelican began to stall, the jets whined and the armour throbbed. It went straight through a small, modest looking house in a fire ball and the rear end trailed along the ground, cutting up the road. Malarek and the squad delved into their belt for their guns and slid purposely off of the Pelican and landed on the concrete painfully.

Malarek groped around on the floor for his Grenade Launcher and M392 DMR as a huge group of Grunts closed in on them. He grabbed them and stood up, perplexed at the lack of Elites or Brutes that Lt. Colenel Ackerson had warned them about.

"FRINGLEK!" Malarek exclaimed, rolling to avoid being impaled by a burst of purple, crystiline needles." Get them outta here." He pointed a finger at the squad that had just begun to scramble to their feet.

Malarek fired a shot from his Grenade Launcher, it ploughed right through alot of Grunts amassing in the middle, converting them into organic mush.

"Ok!" He replied, squating to avoid a small blob of green plasma."Jameson, Martin and Derelick! Up now! C'mon."

Fringlek heaved two of his wounded squad members and directed them over to the Utgard Space Elevator, where civillians were currently being evacuated and being swarmed with Grunts.

"Assist them" Fringlek demanded, sprinting to help get the others on their feet and away from impending danger.

Once all of the squad, apart from Malarek who was being gunned down by the sheer number of the advancing Grunt hoard, and Rolek who was missing somewhere on the damned planet or worse, was up and blockading the elevator, Fringlek shouted."What will I do!"

Malarek spun around and yelled. "Follow them!"

*

BOOM! The plasma containers that Rolek had planted deep inside the bowels of the Phantoms propulsion system exploded. Jets of blue fire sprayed out from it and then the cavern began to collapse.

The high-ranking Elites were thrown back into a wall and a large pile of boulders cascaded down on them, the Spartan, however, was sheilded from harm due to the formidable shield door erected in front of him. The purple lights began to flicker and die and then the whole cave was shrouded in darkness apart from the frequent, dangerous explosions.

Then the shield done the same and came down. The Spartan rushed out of the cell and began to venture towards the door, until Rolek whistled. The Spartan rolled over, picked up a large, hefty rock and tossed it. It flew across the the cave and missed Rolek by mere millimetres, instead, smashing into the caverns side.

"Wow! Calm it!" He gasped, wiping some dirt off of his badly damaged and severly cracked armour. "Even if your a Spartan you'd never get outta here in one piece."

The Spartan apoligised by grunting and asked "What do you suggest we do then? Unless of course you are an omnipotent entity that can fly."


The Spartan began to run away, but Rolek retorted bluntly. "We take a Phantom."

"Can you fly one?" Querried the Spartan coming back.

"No. But I can try." He said.

[Edited on 11.17.2010 8:52 AM PST]

  • 10.30.2010 12:58 AM PDT
Subject: [Novel] The Conflict of Harvest-Chapter 5 complete

nicely done

  • 10.30.2010 4:40 AM PDT

POMC S117 Owns owns

Chapter 6 is up.

  • 11.05.2010 11:34 AM PDT

Its beautiful

  • 11.05.2010 2:24 PM PDT

POMC S117 Owns owns

Thanks. My keyboard wasn't working so I couldn't get on to write. Sorry.

  • 11.05.2010 2:29 PM PDT
Subject: [Novel] The Conflict of Harvest-Chapter 7 complete

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Chapter 7-Fly away birdy 1 hour prior to Malareks crash landing

Rolek stumbled as multiple explosions of an incredible magnitude of strength erupted outside the purple hull of the Phantom, a Covenant air vehicle that certainly takes the role of juggernaut of the skies. He fell over but the Spartan - who was actualy an abnormally big and strong human that was part of a spec ops group - grabbed him before his knee connected with smooth floor.

"How on Harvest, are you gonna fly an alien plane if you can't even stay on your feet?" Asked the Spartan mockingly, releasing Rolek."Huh?"

"I'll have to try." Rolek retorted, shoving the Spartan away.

He dropped his metal pistol on the ground and walked into the cockpit.

In front of him was a large, pink panel of buttons that had an air of familiararity about it. He settled into the hard, cold, uncomftable seat and pressed a random button. The cockpit door slid closed. He peered at the panel, scrutinizing each button. There were 4 small green buttons, a wierdly shaped joystick, seven round blue buttons and the large red self-destruct button.

He tried out all the buttons carefully. Then the Phantom began to vibrate, half from a button being pressed and partly from the explosions combusting outside, and the engine began to flare. It lifted four feet off the stone, however it dropped to the ground.

"Click the button again!" The Spartan called.

Rolek clicked it again, took the long joystick and miraculously the Phantom began to fly.

It rose above the fire and destruction and ascended above the wide hole cut into the top of the cavern. Rolek moved the joystick foward and the Phantom obeyed by zooming 10 metres to the front.

*

Malarek watched Fringlek run towards the plaza, that made up a huge part of the courtyard outside the Space Elevator, and was almost speared by a burst of needles. He spun around and loaded his Grenade Launcher. Firing accurately, he laughed as the massive throng of Grunts began to wail in terror.

However, it was their turn to laugh hysterically as a towering Elite Feild Marshal stabbed him through the leg. Malarek stumbled and fell painfully to the ground. He turned around to see his tyrannical, abhorred, huge assailiant stand over him with its Energy Sword drawn.

A sleek, Covenant Phantom hovered adjacent to the Elite and a Spartan leaped down from where the Grav-Lift had been momentarily, before being deactivated.

The Spartan sailed gracefully through the damp, dirty air as the Elite slowly rotated its head to face the Phantom. The Spartan's huge,green boots connected with the not to attentive Elite's head and it flipped onto its back, dropping the lethal Energy Sword. The Elite roared loudly as the the Phantom whizzed away, responding to an assualt on an important, strategic compound by Elites and Grunts.

The Spartan advanced on the Elite and dropped his Magnum. The Elite laughed and hopped to his feet. They circled each other like armoured gladiators and taunted each other. The Spartan made the first move, it charged at the Elite knocking it over slightly. The Elite responded by kicking the hulk of metal in the knee and grappling it to the ground. The Spartan and Elite scrappled with each other on the ground, neither getting the upper hand until the Spartan managed to grab hold of the aliens mandibles and thump its head off of the ground. Blood dribbled from under the beast's helmet, which was begining to crack.

Just when it seemed finished it grabbed the Spartan by the throat and lifted it off of him. He stood up, still holding the Spartan, and spat on the golden visor with contempt.

"You and your worthless civilisation will crumble with this blow." Snarled the Elite mockingly.

The Feild Marshal drew back his arm and activated his Energy Dagger.

"Ready." Whispered the Elite.

"Not yet. Behind you" He replied.

The Elite spun around surprised and watched as Malarek drove the Elite's discarded Energy Sword into it's heart.

The Elite wailed and thrashed about, while Malarek scruched his face up in pain and bent over. Malarek looked down at his own body and spotted a Plasma Dagger lodged just above where the Elite had stabbed him previously.

The Spartan rushed over to him and grabbed him gentely, lying him on the creviced floor.

"You hear me?" Querried the Spartan.

Malarek panted heavily and almost passed out."Yeah." He grimaced as the Spartan prodded the grevious wound.

"Don't worry, the Energy Sword only pierced the armour and your skin and so did the dagger. Also the wound is cauterised so you won't bleed to death." Said the Spartan, trying to comfort the dying soldier.

"Good." Whispered Malarek smiling, relieved.

However the rejoicing wasn't to be for long as a new pang of pain overcame Malarek and he twisted onto his side.

The Spartan radioed for assistance while a feeling of dread swept over him. He felt icy cold even though it was summer on Harvest and he felt diseased and sick. His vision went hazy and spots of black clouded his brain. A Phantom landed beside them as Malarek blacked out.

But not for long, because when he saw the bruised, dirty face of Rolek rushing towards him he sat up.

"Captain Rolek!" He exclaimed."You're alive."

Rolek ignored him and dived to the ground.

"Keep fighting Malarek!" He yelled, taking out a med-kit.

He opened up the green box gingerly and took out a small, clear syringe and a large roll of bandages.

"Spartan get help." Ordered Rolek, filling the syringe with a thick blue liquid.

"Already have. Pelican inbound in three." He informed, using his eagle-sharp eyes to scout the perimeter.

He glanced a disturbance in the light and could make out the shape of three cloaked Elites.

"Rolek, three Spec-Ops Elites, get him to a safe distance." He charged at the figures, elbowing one in the neck and wrestiling the gun out of its hand. It was a Plasma Rifle, the weapon that the aliens had used to capture him when he had been separated from the convoy he was guarding.

The Elite roared and de-cloaked while his squad-mates trained their weapons on the Spartan. The Spartan fired a burst of plasma at the Elite and watched the sheild shimmer and die. He walked over to the grey armoured Elite and smashed his head barbarically with his fists.

*

Fringlek sprinted out of the room and into the plaza and was met with a horrible sight. The Army troopers and the Militia were being overwhelmed by Hunters and Brutes. The once majestic and extravagant entrance was now piles of brick and glass and the beautiful, marble fountain was no longer spewing lovely burst of clear water, but gushing pink, diluted blood.

He watched as his friend and squad-mate, James Jameson, being tossed into a wall and impaled on a Spiker round. He saw Tommy Derelick yell and curse, fighting his way over to his pal. Fringlek done the same.

He emptied a whole magasine of Assualt Rifle bullets into a Brutes, badly-armoured chest and threw a Fragmentation Grenade at a group of bulky, raging Hunters. He ducked behind a column of white chalk and reloaded. He gave covering fire to a throng of civvies being harrassed by assailants.

He lifted his comm to his cracked lips and demanded."Martin, assist those civvies."

He looked as Martin no-scoped a bunch of Brutes and ran over to guard the women and children.

"Sir," Radioed a Corporal curiously."We have a huge radiation spike in this area. I advise you to put on your Hazard Su-"

The radio was clogged with static.

"Corporal." Whispered Fringlek into his comm." What is it."

"Oh m-... God... Ship... Of some so-... Right next to the elev-... What the-..."

An explosion went off and Fringlek looked up at the glass roof of the plaza and stared at a large Covenant ship, dwarving any UNSC ship, fly above the Space Elevator.

It charged up a cannon on its underside and unleashed a beam of destruction.


[Edited on 11.19.2010 12:42 PM PST]

  • 11.10.2010 10:45 AM PDT
Subject: [Novel] The Conflict of Harvest-Chapter 6 complete

What a waste....

Just to let you know-

All civilians were dead or gone after Contact Harvest takes place. None would be left by the time Cole showed up.

  • 11.10.2010 5:17 PM PDT

POMC S117 Owns owns

But Cole hasn't shown up yet.

  • 11.11.2010 8:14 AM PDT

What a waste....


Posted by: POMC S117 Owns
But Cole hasn't shown up yet.
Hwo would Malarek and his squad be there if Cole hadn't shown up?

Wait... have you read Contact Harvest?

  • 11.11.2010 8:19 AM PDT
Subject: [Novel] The Conflict of Harvest-Chapter 7 complete

POMC S117 Owns owns

They were stationed there for a reason I am going to explain later in the story. And Rolek is the squad leader but Malarek is in charge while he's missing.

[Edited on 11.11.2010 8:26 AM PST]

  • 11.11.2010 8:26 AM PDT

so far so good

  • 11.11.2010 1:43 PM PDT

What a waste....

But... if Johnson and co. hadn't left, then why was there a Scarab, or a Pelican? Or Banshees?

It would be easier to just say Cole had showed up.

  • 11.11.2010 3:17 PM PDT

can we all just say its a god bloomin war and pretty much any one thing bad can happen to ya.

  • 11.11.2010 4:20 PM PDT

What a waste....

... What? I don't even...

  • 11.11.2010 6:46 PM PDT

lol

  • 11.12.2010 4:28 AM PDT

POMC S117 Owns owns

Lol. Welcome back axe11154, anyway it is a STORY. It's not real. Not once did I say that it is canon. It is a Fan-Fic. Did Humanity go to war with the Elites after Halo 3. Don't think so, they went to cull all of the remaining Covenant members, but in Insurrection-Wolverfogs amazing Fan-Fic-they do.

[Edited on 11.14.2010 5:37 AM PST]

  • 11.14.2010 5:34 AM PDT

its good to be back lol
and at the end of your speech you sounded like yoda lmao

  • 11.15.2010 3:57 AM PDT

POMC S117 Owns owns

You gonna finish the Blue Dwarf? On another note, the next 3 quarters of Chapter 7 today and tomorrow.

  • 11.16.2010 9:30 AM PDT

no not now.

Its gotten hard to write it with so little ideas for it. Im not sure where to go where I am now in the story. Iv tryes doing what WF does with his storys and am making 3 fanfics at once hoping to get rid of Brain Block. 2 on these forums and 1 on the Fable 3 forums.
So far Iv only gotten more writers block

I have a good feeling its Yipips fault

  • 11.16.2010 1:32 PM PDT

POMC S117 Owns owns

Oh... Who is Yipip? Have you read the extra quarter of the chapter yet?

  • 11.16.2010 1:39 PM PDT

Yipip is the second story Im working on. Im sad to say it seems to be better then the blue dwarf and I dont want it to be. If a Side project becomes better then the main how is it the main is sopose to be the main. Its tearing my apart.

and I just did
The sword stab was a nice touch but I got a little lost between the spartan and elite fight

  • 11.16.2010 1:49 PM PDT

POMC S117 Owns owns

Thanks, could you show me Yipip because I wanna read it. Also what part did you find confusing so I can ,make it better?

  • 11.17.2010 8:30 AM PDT

POMC S117 Owns owns

The one new part of the chapter is out. 2 more to go until Chapter 8 comes out.

  • 11.17.2010 8:48 AM PDT