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Subject: [Novel] The Conflict of Harvest-Chapter 7 complete
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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
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. WTF. Seriously. Thats it I'm changing the Dictionary.


Lol...Hey, I told ya the rule earlier. I before E, except after C. Don't worry about it too much. :P

[Edited on 11.18.2010 6:38 PM PST]

  • 11.18.2010 4:54 PM PDT

So hows the new chapter going how long till its done

[Edited on 11.19.2010 4:32 AM PST]

  • 11.18.2010 5:36 PM 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.

EDIT: Thanks for fixing my post Axe. I was on my phone and things get a bit askew. ^_^

[Edited on 11.19.2010 7:09 AM PST]

  • 11.19.2010 6:26 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.

I'm getting a bit bored not being able to edit anything! Hurry up you procrastinator you. ^¿^

  • 11.19.2010 11:21 AM PDT

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I don't write it beforehand, I right it while I am on this thread so I add a paragraph or two every so often. Stops you waiting ages to read it. Well the first part of Chapter 8 will be out in a minute or so.

[Edited on 11.19.2010 3:20 PM PST]

  • 11.19.2010 3:19 PM PDT
Subject: [Novel] The Conflict of Harvest-Chapter 8.40 complete

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Chapter 8 - Raining Rings

The crack of the Space Elevator ripping in two was deafening and the damage was catastrophic.

Rolek's head shot up in the air and he saw the Assualt Carrier drift away, inoccently and slowly. He watched as flaming rings and hoops cascaded from the sky. Towering clouds of dust covered the horizon, making it near impossible to see.

Rolek hit the deck as a hoop flew towards the critically disabled Malarek, the pre-occupied Spartan and him.

Fires thrived in the few areas that the Covenant had left untouched and intact, ravaging the buildings.

*

Fringlek groaned and yelled, trying to lift the abnormally large chunk of marble off of his legs. He heard frantic, terrified screaming and shouting. He was sure he could feel glowering, hot flames tickle his fingers.

Sirens whined outside the demolished, wasted building and a large clattering of footsteps accumulated outside. A rescue worker was brandishing a long, formidable axe and was attempting to smash through an unintentional barricade, created by the vicious vilivication and henious destruction.

1 MONTH PRIOR

Lt. Colenel Ackerson was sitting comftabley at his long, lavish, teak desk, typing labouriously on a keyboard. He had a spreadsheet-like document on the screen of the old, outdated Windows 56, and at the top of the list was the word Harvest with a small, rectangular, orange box beside it, indicating that it was either dangerous or insurgent activity had been reported.

He clicked on the word and dragged it into a folder labelled: " Send instant Task Force to investigate."

As soon as he let go of the mouse the compact, white, metal printer turned on automatically and began printing two sheets of important, confidential paper, one contained a list of unsafe or unloyal planets and the other held a short list of names.

At the top was Captain Rolek, two lieutenants, Malarek and Sweeney, Tommy Delerick, James Jameson and John Fringlek.

It also had private, informative information about the soldiers, including top-secret missions.

He lifted his hand over to reach his communicator, that lay idle on the table, and took it to his wet lips.

"Send 'em in." He ordered to his secretary.

*

The Spartan ducked as the raging Elite flailed about, trying to rip out a UNSC Combat Knife from its neck.

The Spartan then head butted the Elite as it shimmered, turning invisible. He compensated for this by tossing a grenade deftly so that it had to roll behind a fallen beam of painted steel.

Unbeknownst to the brutally vicious and tactical Spartan, the Elites fellow squad member had lined up behind him and was currently training its Plasma Rifle on him.

The Spartan sensed that something wasn't right and somersaulted foward as the Elite fired a deadly burst of killing plasma.

The Elite whipped his rifle to the left, re-aiming on the Spartan and released an uncontrolled spray of Covenant ammunition.

This time the fearless warrior was caught on unawares and the plasma drove into his back and he was thrown to the ground.

Laughing mockingly, the skilled assailant taunted the damaged Spartan viciously, sneering and jeering personal insults.

Its aide scrambled slowly to its feet and began to join in with his commander.

The Spartan was a pathetic, pitible figure, slouched on the cold, dusty wasteland of crippled buildings and establishments and breathing and heaving heavily.

What was once a towering fighter, striking fear into its enemy, ending battles with a single, predatory stare of pure justice, was now damaged goods, an ex-veteran and a fallen king.

"I will let you suffer. And it will be slow, slower than how long it takes for a mountain to grow or slower than how long it takes for a star to spark and begin to burn." Threatened the Elite maliciously. "I will make sure of that."

He then turned to his companion and told him to go away, which it done rapidly.

By then the Spartan had recouporateed enough to speak.

"Will you?" He said. "Where is the justice in that. If you do mercy killing then you should take your blade and smite yourself with it. It will not be a wasteful act like you usually commit."

"Your petty words of resistance will no longer help you, but hinder you they will." The Elite replied. "I have no time to listen to you, your defiant insolence must be hacked down like a withered tree."

"Well bring down your axe on me and see if I fall, but I won't for as long as my race lives on and there is one human left breathing I will stand strong and upright." The Spartansaid poetically and patriot-like.

"Your words are full of wisdom but it won't stop me slaughtering you and your friends for I am superior." The Elite retorted haughtily

The Elite lifted up it's ornate, intricate weapon and began to press it down towards the Spartan.

Suddenly an ear-burstingly loud shot rang out and the Elite fell to the ground and lay still.

The Spartan looked around and saw nothing other than Rolek trying to revive a criticaly conditioned Malarek and dust and sand enveloping the horizon.

Then, out of nowhere, a Pelican loomed above a broken, crumbled building. A sniper at the opened doors of the "blood tray".

"Need a lift!" Asked one of the passengers cheekily.

The Spartan had almost forgoten about the second Elite, however he needn't have cared for the sniper, that had already been his saviour or guardian angel once, shot the Elite.

The large bullet sped fowards and penetrated the first layer of the armour before plunging right through the neck of the alien and cutting through the back where it stopped with a tremendous force of kinetic energy that forced the Elite to twist backwards and smash its head on the floor.

*

Fringlek moaned, groaned and protested as the crowd of rescuers swarmed around him in a desparate atempt to save him.

The reason for this being that for them to save him they would have to saw off his legs.

"Don't worry. We'll get you a pair of flash cloned legs in no time." Said one of them comfortingly.

He didn't listen or care. He would be an outcast if he returned home. Just like his unfortunate father who was ridiculed after he lost his legs to a group of rebels on Harvest.

That was partly the reason he was here. Revenge. Also it because his commanding officer, Ackerson, wanted them to recover an artifact. Alledgedly from an ancient alien race. Well that was disrupted when that alien ship landed.

The aliens then swept from the ship and covered the land in desruction like a flood. Brutal, fast and efficient.

[Edited on 12.07.2010 11:46 AM PST]

  • 11.19.2010 3:42 PM PDT
Subject: [Novel] The Conflict of Harvest-Chapter 7 complete

Its going good. cant wait for more.

Why is it seems Fringlek gets hurt in every chapter hes in.

  • 11.20.2010 1:49 AM PDT

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Lol. Just noticed that. It's a coinciedence. Want me to change it?

  • 11.20.2010 2:32 AM PDT

no I think it adds back luck and gives a feeling of un awareness

  • 11.20.2010 4:34 AM PDT

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I see what you mean. Lol.

  • 11.20.2010 11:36 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.

Wow, let's go man. It's been DAYS... ^_^

  • 11.24.2010 11:18 AM PDT

POMC S117 Owns owns

More of the chapter is inbound!

  • 11.26.2010 8:29 AM PDT

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A quarter of the chapter is up now. Have a nice day.

  • 11.27.2010 11:41 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.

Going very well, nice job. Few spelling errors:

As soon as he let go of the mouse the compact, white, metal printer turned on automatically and began printing two sheets of important, confidentail paper, one contained a list of unsafe or unloyal planets and the other held a short list of names.

Confidentail, should be changed to Confidential.

He lifted his hand over to reach his communicater, that lay idle on the table, and took it to his wet lips.

Communicater, should be changed to Communicator.

The Spartan then head butted the Elite as it shimmered, turning invisable. He compensated for this by tossing a grenade deftly so that it had to roll behind a fallen beam of painted steel.

Invisable, should be changed to Invisible.


Keep it up! ^_^


  • 11.30.2010 11:11 AM PDT

POMC S117 Owns owns

Thanks. Done the editing.

  • 12.02.2010 5:08 AM PDT

im back

and why have you let this sink so low.
you better not be hidding in fear of my return


lmfao.

  • 12.05.2010 7:14 AM PDT

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Lol welcome back. Don't worry, this story is gonna be revived.

  • 12.06.2010 5:45 AM PDT

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Half of the chapter is done. Thee rest will be out later this week in a large section. Goodbye. Yay for snow.

  • 12.07.2010 4:20 AM PDT

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Well now it's 8.75 of the chapter. Happy reading folks.

  • 12.07.2010 11:44 AM PDT

I read and I liked

hope the chapter will be done soon

  • 12.07.2010 1:54 PM PDT

POMC S117 Owns owns

I think I will just go straight on to chapter 9. Ok.

  • 12.12.2010 1:47 PM PDT
Subject: [Novel] The Conflict of Harvest-Chapter 9 OUT!

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Chapter 9 - The Lone Frigate

The Spartan sighed heavily and turned towards the Pelican.

"I could of taken the lizard freak on." He said cooly.

The sniper chuckled and leaped from the vehicle.

"Need a lift?" He asked casually.

The Spartan turned to face the limp body of Malarek and heard a faint noise of the automatic saw that, unknown to him, was being used to save Fringlek.

"Yeah. We sure do." He replied.

The trooper reacted surprisingly rapidly.

"Sh**! Get a strecher and a crate full of Biofoam ASAP."

The pilot gave him the thumbs up and cautiously positioned the Pelican at an angle so that the medics could easily get Malarek on to it safely and without jeopardizing whatever health the soldier still had.

The Spartan rushed over to assist with securing Malarek, as did Rolek.

"How is he?" Asked Rolek, glancing down at the orange strecher.

One of the medics gave him a wry smile and said.

"You seriously wanna know." When Rolek didn't falter he continued by telling him. "His heart rate is dangerously high and if we don't get him to the Frigate he will die."

Rolek's heart froze for a moment, however to him it was like an eternity.

"What Frigate." He querried, picturing a large fleet being ripped apart by the blood-thirsty aliens.

"UNSC Wallace, stationed beside Tiara." He then thought for a moment before adding. "Or what's left of it."

Rolek fell silent for a while but then eventually asked.

"How hasn't it been detected and obliterated or completely shot outta the sky like a clay pidgeon?"

"It's shut off engines, life support; the lot. So, as far as we're concerned, it's not there."

These reasuring thoughts should have put Rolek's mind at ease, however there was something nagging at him.

Just as the Pelican was taking off with its sister, Zulu-Foxtrot 5, Rolek remembered.

"Wait!" He ordered. "We've forgoten something."

"What?" Querried the Spartan standing up.

"The covenent base in the cavern." Rolek explained.

"And. It's destroyed. Devastated. Annexed. Quashed. What more could you want?" Questioned the Spartan.

"No. It isn't the base itself, but something inside it. The computers. They are decrypting some valuable data from the-"

Rolek thought hard and quietly. Where had he seen the words and images that still plagued his head before.

"No... It can't be. The excavation site with the... the... data on a new shielding system for our ships."

"Sooooo... There's probably a back-up copy somewhere." Said the pilot." Look, I need to get us out of here, I'm not getting paid to die."

"No.... It is not to do with the system, but what we got it from." Rolek told them. "Right, listen. This is top secret. You thought the Spartan project was hushed, that is publicly advertised compared to this. Ok, before my team was stationed here scientists found some tech. Not covenent or human. It was a ship, not like ours, but a large, almost never-ending ship. To large to be physically, commercially or economically possible by our stantdards. It was encased in a thick shell of ice, de-activated of course. However scientist had already found an artifact which I was sent to retrieve. When I got there the ship was active but it was deep down in the ground. I mean about 40km down. Damn elevator took ages," He chuckled. "Anyway the ship was about as old as some dinosaurs and made from some unknown compound called liberium-detrotoxin. We tested it. Used MAC'S, rockets, archers and even shiva's. Didn't even dent. Nevertheless, the most intriguing thing was that inside the data was pictures of aliens called Forerunners with a little box labeling them as possible candidates for something known as the "mantle". Even more intresting was a picture of these tall, skeletal, humaniod creatures called the Precursors."

The crew and passengers of the Pelican stared at Rolek, mouths agape, gobsmacked. Then suddenly the pilot threw back his head and gave a large, maniac laugh.

"Good one! Large ice ship under the ground! Ridiculous! Talk about a court jester! You take the prize as comedian of the year!." Soon the evac ship was engulfed in bouts of racous laughter. Only Rolek, the Spartan and Malarek were silent, although for different reasons.

"I am being serious, we cannot let this fall under covenent control. If we do it could spell the end for humanity." He finally said solemnly.

The pilot thought pathalogically before telling him."Ok. But first we need to get up to the Frigate."

Rolek smiled and sat down, oddly relaxed. The jets of the Pelican rotated until they faced the ground and the pilot ignited them. The Pelican shot up in the air. The second one followed.

"Charlie 23 we have detected multiple enemy ships inbound to intercept us. Over." Informed the other pilot anxiously.

Looking down at his advanced radar system, the pilot nodded in recognition."Ladies, prepare for evasive maneuvers."

Rolek looked out of the open bloodtray of the Pelican and spotted a formation, consisting of Banshees and other ships, coming out of a massive storm cloud.

He heard the deafening whine of a Banshee as it streaked past as a purple blur. It fired a beam of plasma at Zulu-Foxtrot 5 and its engine burst into flames.

Rolek watched in horror as a few soldiers were sucked out of the vehicle and thrown into oblivion.

"We are going down. I repeat we are going down. Do not send search and rescue." Ordered the pilot of the doomed Pelican.

The passengers of the surviving ship glimpsed the spiralling Pelican one last time before it was envoloped in clouds.

Suddenly the doors to the Pelican closed firmly and everyone buckled in just as the pilot made the ship twirl in the air like a ballerina and dive out of the way of an incoming hail of plasma.

"Everybody, hold on tight!" Commanded Charlie 23 as he re-opened the doors. All the spare ammo boxes and weapon crates flew out and smashed into a banshee, ripping it apart."Ooops."

The attackers broke off and the pilot resealed the doors as the Pelican broke out of the atmosphere and the lone frigate came into view.

[Edited on 01.17.2011 12:14 PM PST]

  • 12.21.2010 9:15 AM PDT
Subject: [Novel] The Conflict of Harvest-Chapter 8.40 complete

This story is not bad but..
im sorry i like the concept but dont really see this as going anywhere big. but then again, who am i to judge.

  • 12.21.2010 2:29 PM PDT

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Thanks, you certainly know how to brighten up a day. Joke. Thanks for commenting. If you meant that I can only take this story so far before I have to finish it, well I'm gonna evac them, there gonna blow up a Assualt Carrrier, get left behind in the ship thats exploding, then they get a phantom, land in a Covvie owned planet, find some POW's, launch an attack get rescued. The End, or is it......

  • 12.22.2010 10:05 AM PDT

Spoiling the entire thing isn't the best way to hook people. And I'm not being funny or anything, but your planned plot sounds cliche and, to be quite candid, dull.

The Halo universe is full of ancient civilisations, religious zealots, dissenting rebels, super-weapons of incredible power, an entire covenant of aliens with varied histories and motives... and you're writing another generic war story.

Just think outside the box a little bit. The Halo games are about shooting, and that's fun, but reading about shooting is boring beyond belief.

  • 12.22.2010 11:10 AM PDT