The Gallery
This topic has moved here: Subject: [Story] Project: GUNGNIR (Chapter Five is up!!!!)
  • Subject: [Story] Project: GUNGNIR (Chapter Five is up!!!!)
  • Pages:
  • 1
  • 2
  • of 2
Subject: [Story] Project: GUNGNIR (Chapter Five is up!!!!)

What a waste....

Now, I know this doesn't look like it has anything to do with GUNGNIR, but it will. Hold on, my brothers.



Leonis Minoris
Flagship Everest
2537

"Alright men! We have a job to do!" Captain Andrew Harbin paced the ODST HEV bay. 120 men of Gamma Company stood in a straight line, all the way down the bay. Small, gray boxes lay open beside them. Red strobe lights flashed and created a ghostly effect. A rumble shook the ship, and the Captain turned to face his crew. "And how do you suppose we do it?"

"Sir, feet first, sir!" The synchronous reply from the men and women under his command hit the Captain harder than a MAC round. "Well then!" The Captain loaded his M6. "Let's get to it, Marines!"

The ODSTs did an about face and sat inside the HEVs. Walking down the catwalk, he found his own pod, and closed the hatch behind him. His BR-55 was already loaded into a side cabinet, and an M45 shotgun was in one on the other wall, so the Captain clicked his pistol onto his hip and hit a switch in his pod.

"Captain, heavy AA fire over our landing location. Would you like to switch to the alternate?" His personal AI, Sidious, was wired into a black box in the pod. When he landed, he could extract it and attach it to his armor. Sidious would provide the Captain with valuable information on the situation. "How heavy?" He used controls in the pod to turn it around. A roaring space battle raged outside his windows.

"Very." Sidious hissed.

"And the alternate?" The Captain replied.

"Low, but we will face heavy resistance on the way in to the city."

"Keep us on course, then." Harbin opened a company-wide COM. "Alright, gentlemen. Today, we save lives. There will be heavy AA fire on the way in. Our primary objective is to protect the evacuation ships. No matter what, those ships need to make it!"

A lurch cut off the Captain and the radio cut to static. Great. Interference. The space battle zoomed past while Harbin burned in to the atmosphere. Suddenly, the radio kicked back in and chatter blurred with static. "There we go..." He mumbled.
A green blur flashed by as the pod cut through the clouds and a city extended past the edge of his vision. AA fire. That one had been too close.

Fires burned and Harbin saw the other HEV pods landing. 5000 feet above sea level and dropping. The Captain hit a red button and a parachute tore out the back of the pod. His descent slowed, and he brushed past the tips of the burning skyscrapers. A jolt shook his pod, and his vision blurred for a moment. When it cleared, he saw polycrete and carpet. That didn't make sense.
Then, he opened the hatch.



********************************

Earth
September 2526
Harbin family home

"Dad, I'm joining the army, whether you like it or not!" Andrew slammed his fist on the kitchen table. The small farm home in former Iowa state was a modest 2 story overlooking a field. 30 miles away was the city. Their small town, Millshore, was built on the east side of a small lake. Most of the townspeople were simple farmers and fishers, not much different from their 700 year old pioneer ancestors. Population a little over 40,000. But Andrew's attitude was not as small as his town.

"No, you're not!" Frank Harbin stared down his young son.

"I'm 18, Dad. I can do what I want." Andrew fired back. The argument continued at the speed of light. Harsh insults and yelling ended with a slammed door and the screeching of car tires. 45 minutes later and Andrew was at the recruitment center. Posters were taped on every spare space on the gray polycrete walls.

"Hello." A grizzled man in a duty cap sat behind a wooden desk, looking down at some papers. He didn't bother to look up at Andrew.

"Um... I'd like to join the Marines." Andrew said in a low tone.

"Speak up son. Can't hear you." The man finally turned his head to face the young man.

"I'd like to join the Marines, sir!" Andrew did his best to imitate the gruff voices of the recruiters on the holovids.

"Marines? You sure?" The recruiter made a gesture with his pen.

"Yes I am." Andrew nodded.

"Hell in a can." The man shook his head. He scribbled down something on a notepad, then turned back to Andrew.

"That sounds good." Andrew nodded and smiled.

"Alright then. You eighteen or over?"
"Yes, sir."

"Sign here."

********************************************

"Get down!" The Captain pulled Private Mike behind the pillar. A blue blob smashed into the ground beside him. The heat dissipated over the Captain's armor. The gunner of the enemy tank sprayed plasma at their hiding spot. They needed heavy weapons on that Wraith... but A/1's specialist was just a pile of ash now.

The skyscraper Harbin had landed his pod in had given him a vantage point to cover the evacuation ships, but then the Covenant had activated the Wraith. Alpha 1's pods had come in right behind him. Alpha 2 got pasted on the way in. "Corporal, what's our situation with armaments?" The Captain shouted as he fired his BR-55 out the twentieth story window. "Sir, we have a few packs of C-12 and 3 grenades! Tyler, how many mags you got left?" Corporal Mendoza shouted at the sniper. "4, sir!" the Private said.

The Captains radio buzzed. He tapped a control and the voice of Sergeant Stacker came through. "Sir, this is Stacker. Need some help?"

"Yeah, you got some heavy weapons down there? We have a bit of a problem." The Captain gunned down a Covenant Elite who was unwise enough to poke his head out from cover. The gold-armored alien lifted a hand to the side of its head, feeling at the stubs of his mandibles. Another round put the beast down.

A rocket flew across the ground, impacting the side of the Wraith. The lumbering vehicle turned, and lobbed a mortar at Beta 1's cover, forcing the men back behind the restaurant they were hiding behind.

Suddenly, the Captain had an idea. "Everyone," he said to A/1, "coat your bullets in C-12. Just the very tips." The Captain grabbed a bag of explosives, and ripped out his magazine. He quickly dabbed the bullets in the clay-like explosive, and loaded them back into the magazine. "Open fire on that Wraith!" The Captain unloaded, full-auto, on the back of the tank. His magazine clicked empty, and he tossed it out the window. The rest of the squad soon understood, and held down their triggers.

The Captain threw the bags of C-12 out the window, scooped up the shells, and threw them out as well. He snatched the detonator, and pressed the button. A shower of sparks, shrapnel and fire engulfed the Covenant forces. The smoke cleared, and the Wraith was gone.
"Hell yeah!" Private Tyler pumped his fist and shook it in the air. "We sure show-" a purple beam sliced through the air and hit the Private in the leg. He screamed in agony, and dropped to the floor.

"-blam!-! Sniper!" Harbin pinned himself against the wall and reloaded his rifle. He was on his last mag. Another beam sizzled past the Captain and left a scorch mark across the hall. A burst of automatic fire came from down in the courtyard where the Wraith had been, and an alien screech pierced Harbin's ears.

"All clear down here sir. You okay?" Stacker said over the radio.

"Yeah... almost. You have a medic down there?"


End Prologue

Chapters:

1. Chapter 1
2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4
5. Chapter 5

[Edited on 11.29.2010 9:14 PM PST]

  • 10.13.2010 4:30 PM PDT
Subject: Project: GUNGNIR [Story]

What a waste....

bump?

  • 10.13.2010 7:20 PM PDT
  •  | 
  • Senior Mythic Member

i like it so far.

  • 10.13.2010 7:20 PM PDT

What a waste....


Posted by: DrMod
i like it so far.
Thanks. Anything you think I should improve?

  • 10.14.2010 7:53 PM PDT

What a waste....


Posted by: Nocbl2
bump?
BUMP!!!

  • 10.15.2010 7:11 AM PDT

POMC S117 Owns owns

I like your use of metaphors and from what I see your spelling is good. Keep it up and ETA on the next chapter sir!

  • 10.15.2010 11:12 AM PDT

What a waste....

It should be up within a few hours, tomorrow if I can't spare the time.

  • 10.15.2010 4:18 PM PDT

POMC S117 Owns owns

Yayyyyyyyyyyy!

  • 10.15.2010 4:30 PM PDT

What a waste....

Leonis Minoris III
September 2537

"We're gonna get you out of here, okay son?" Harbin gripped Tyler's shoulder. They were in the only surviving evac transport, with the remains of the company. Dozens of other wounded lay across the floor of the hangar. They had completed their objective, but Leonis Minoris II and III were a lost cause. Soon, the evac ships would RZ with the fleet, and they would get the hell out of here. He watched as Leonis Minoris III was burned to cinders by Covenant cruisers in high orbit. It was oddly beautiful to watch, like sharks descending on prey with that angular beauty. Lances of red and orange fireworks danced from the tips of the bulbous carriers, and blobs of purple flew like sparks from a campfire as smaller corvettes set fire to the forests and wildlife. He had seen it a dozen times. Billions dead. Nearly uninhabitable planets.

Harbin tried to get his mind off of the thousands left to die. He took off his helmet and looked at his reflection in the faceplate. Scars and burns crisscrossed his gray, pale face. Sidious decided at that moment to chime up from his black box on Harbin's back. "It isn't your fault sir. There's... there's nothing we can do." The AI tried to console him, but the machine's kind words didn't relieve the Captain of his guilt.

He picked up the shotgun and dismembered it, cleaned it, and then reassembled the weapon. It reminded of him of the one he had used to kill the cattle on his family's farm, back on Earth. He hadn't seen them in years. Captain Harbin closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He lay down and fell asleep.

*****************************

Lieutenant Andrew Harbin ran. The Brute roared, and raised the giant hammer in its hands. The cudgel hit the ground, releasing a shock wave that sent Andrew and Captain Riley to the ground. Riley turned and emptied an entire magazine into the beast, but it still kept coming.

"Run!" Harbin fired his own weapon at the alien, and reinforced armor absorbed the 7.62mm AP rounds. How in the hell was it sill standing?

A second shock wave sent him flying another twenty meters away, and he landed in the dirt, hard. Harbin screamed, but he got up and kept running. Riley's tactical waypoint slowly began to stop on the Lieutenant's HUD. Then, it completely disappeared.

There was no time for mourning, however, and Harbin leaped over the barricade into the Marine bunker. Weapons roared, and pelted the Brute Chieftain with lead. Energy shields repelled the bullets, and then, the alien smashed the barricade aside and uttered a battle cry. Harbin drew a pistol and fired, round after round. It kept coming.

Suddenly, a huge figure jumped out from cover. The seven foot tall figure jammed a knife into the side of the Brute's head, and ripped off the alien's arm. A second figure tore out of the bunker at lighting speeds, and caved the Brute's face in with a shard of rebar. As the two killing machines came to a stop, Harbin saw them for what they really were: Huge, 7 foot tall men wearing dented brown combat armor. "Whoa..." His jaw was on the floor. "What the..."

"It's alright soldier. We're gonna get you out of here."

*****************************

Harbin woke up, and looked around. The vivid memory had shaken him up a bit, and he unconsciously shivered. No longer was he on the floor of the evac ship. He was in the seat of a Pelican dropship. Some ODSTs from his platoon were sitting in the seats, some asleep, others cleaning weapons, still others just sitting.

The dropship rumbled, shook, and Harbin felt the docking clamps attach to the plane. The Captain felt a sickening lurch as the craft rotated and backed into the Everest. The blood tray opened, and the gunmetal gray of deck plate reflected the overhead work lights. A maintenance crew ran up to the battered Pelican and examined the various dents and scratches in the gray hull.

"Looks brand new, Cooks." One of the techs smiled at the pilot through the cockpit.

"And I just had her washed..." The pilot chuckled. The troopers in the bay laughed with him. The Captain was not so cheery. The battle had taken its toll. Twenty troopers dead defending dead evac transports with dead people on board. Dead. Dead. Dead. Millions lost. Only one thousand saved. One thousand of five million. And they had taken how many with them? Ten thousand? It hardly balanced the scales. It never would.

Harbin stepped off the blood tray. He, A/1, and E/3, stepped onto the service elevator, and Stacker hit the control for the bridge. The doors shut, and locked together. The gray metal box dropped like a rock, and the Captain instinctively reached for acceleration controls. Then he realized that the elevator was not a HEV.

******************************

"Damn."

Admiral Cole leaned on the rail of the bridge.

"Well... what should we do, Admiral?" The Admiral stared at the Captain's black, faceless visor.

"You know, there was a reason why it was called the Revolutionary War."

"Excuse me, sir?" Harbin raised an eyebrow behind his helmet.

"The American Revolution of the late 1700's." Sergeant Stacker nodded at Cole. "You should study Earth History, sir."

"On to the point. General George Washington was one of the first men in the war to ever use guerilla warfare. He sent snipers into the wilderness to take out British army officers as they moved north. Three hundred against ten thousand. And they did it. The British leadership was decimated. The army was disorganized and led by lower ranking officers. In the end, the Americans won."

"How does this relate to the situation, sir?" The Captain inquired.

"We use hit and run tactics to take out the Covenant leaders," The Admiral's face became stone cold. "Then, when they're disorganized, we move in for the kill."

"Sir, we have thirty ships against their sixty. Respectfully... I don't see how we can win." Private Tyler coughed and clutched his hip.

The bridge crew remained at their stations, cycling through sensor stations. The last evac transport entered slipspace, bound for Reach. The bridge deck was silent or a moment, until Cole spoke.

"I think it is quite obvious. We use you."

*********************************

The Savannah fired the MAC at the cruiser. The shields of the Covenant ship flickered. The Io fired, and took the shields down. Four remote-piloted Longswords strafed the ship, dropping what looked to be large bombs. However, inside these bombs, were the craziest, the most insane men in the galaxy. The 'bombs' crashed into the ship, near the center. Squads were sent to investigate why the 'bombs' had not gone off.

Several Jackals aimed pistols and rifles at several of these egg-shaped bombs. Smoke trailed from the corners of the 'bombs', and square chunks blasted from the front of the bombs. None of the investigators survived.
Captain Harbin, along with A/1, E/3, A/3 and A/4, exited the HEVs that had landed all around the very center of the ship. He drew his M90, and heard the rest of A/1 draw their weapons. They rounded a corner, and saw E3 round the corner on the other side. A door was in the center of the wall on Harbin's left. He waved them forward, and signaled a breach maneuver. The door opened into a wide corridor, big enough for the two squads to pass four at a time. At the end of the hall, there was another door.

"Move up. Flank the door, and wait for my signal." The Captain whispered. The two squads lined up on either side of the door, and the Captain in between, farther back several meters. He raised the M90 at the center of the door, and crouched on the purple grating. Harbin raised his hand, and pushed it forward.

One of the techs from E/3 placed a datapad on the door and tapped in the override code Sidious had come up with. Harbin made sure his helmet cameras were recording all of this, and he nodded at the tech.

The door slid open.

****************************

"Ah, logoba!" The Ship Master yelled when he saw the humans in the passage. He drew his energy sword, and roared. The humans opened fire, and killed his bridge crew before they could get out of their seats.
They opened fire on him, and his shields failed. Rounds tore into him, and he fell to one knee. The humans approached the dying Elite, and one aimed a shotgun at his head. However, the Ship Master had one final gift to the world. It was his funeral, and he wanted a pyre.

***************************

"Grenade!" Harbin tackled the ODSTs behind him, and they all tumbled to the deck below the command platform. The gold armored bastard had a plasma grenade! It detonated, and the command platform exploded in a hail of fire and shrapnel.

"One down, 59 to go." He grumbled and stood up. "Everyone okay?"

A chorus of weary "Aye, aye"s answered him. "Sidious, any idea if the bridge is salvageable?" Harbin said to the AI.

"No, I am afraid not. Although, this most recent outing has confirmed that the bridge of Covenant ships is in the center, as otherwise unknown."

The Captain sighed, licked his parched lips, and paced around the purple floor of the cruiser. "Sergeant Vilok, any luck on evac?" He said into the radio.

"Sir, we've found a Spirit in one of the hangars. But you might want to--" A burst of plasma fire was answered by the rattle of an MA5B. "You might want to get here quick. Things are gettin' a bit hairy!"

"Roger. We are on our way."

  • 10.15.2010 4:54 PM PDT

What a waste....

Chapter 1 is up!

  • 10.15.2010 4:55 PM PDT

POMC S117 Owns owns

It was amazing although William Wallace was one of the first people to use Guerilla Warfare not Washington.

  • 10.15.2010 4:59 PM PDT

What a waste....


Posted by: POMC S117 Owns
It was amazing although William Wallace was one of the first people to use Guerilla Warfare not Washington.
Ah... I knew something was off. Oh well. Gets the point across.

  • 10.15.2010 8:50 PM PDT

POMC S117 Owns owns

Ah well, nobodies perfect.

  • 10.16.2010 4:16 AM PDT

What a waste....


Posted by: POMC S117 Owns
Ah well, nobodies perfect.
Good point.

  • 10.16.2010 4:36 PM PDT

What a waste....

*gives thread CPR*

  • 10.18.2010 4:07 PM PDT

"I believe that the sound of racking the pump of a shotgun is universally recognized as ‘kiss your ass goodbye’."
— Unknown Marine

will read later

for SSO

  • 10.18.2010 4:50 PM PDT

What a waste....


Posted by: Ringtail11
will read later

for SSO
You're in the SSO too?

  • 10.20.2010 4:43 PM PDT

What a waste....

Leonis Minoris
Spirit Dropship

Sergeant Vilok reloaded his MA5B and put a round in the head of one very unlucky Jackal, sidestepped, and ordered his squad to open fire on an Elite. The monster's shields popped, and it took a good clip to the head.

"Private? How's it going?" The Sergeant leaned his head into the cockpit and looked at Private Harrison as he got the Spirit up and running.

"Give me five minutes. The translator isn't picking up some of these--wait, got it. Okay, everyone hold on!" The hatch on the dropship's side closed, and the Private began working on the plasma cannon.

Plasma fire raked the Spirit, but the heavy Covenant alloy held. Translator in hand, the Private continued working.

"Harrison, hurry it up! This bucket won't hold forever!" Corporal Iring shoved the muzzle of his rifle between a slit in the hatch, and fired a burst at a group of Grunts, who scattered and dove as the 7.62mm rounds penetrated their thin armor. One round hit the methane tank of a red-armored Grunt, and blue blood splattered the door of the ship when he exploded.

"Take this, you bastards!" Harrison had powered up the cannon, and fired on the Covenant. The heated lasers melted flesh and decimated the aliens. Screams resonated around the hangar.

"Vilok? We're in the hangar. Where are--oh." Corporal Valdez looked up at the lumbering Spirit, and he showed the Captain.

"Let's get to it then, Marines." Harbin charged up a ramp, gave an Elite a face full of buckshot, and sprinted into the open door of the Spirit. The rest of the squad stormed up, and the hatch closed shut behind them.

***************************

The methodical process of boarding the Covenant ships and killing the pilots also brought up a unique opportunity. They had the chance to recon Covenant vessels and bring back schematics based on their findings. They had wanted to go farther and completely capture one, but every time they tried a survivor on board would activate the self destruct and destroy the ship before any thing could be gathered.

As each cruiser was destroyed, the ODSTs moved on to the destroyers, and farther down the line until only thirty ships remained. The constant hit and run tactics had stopped the Covenant from advancing to Leonis Minoris I, and shortly after the final destroyer was knocked out, fifty ships joined Cole's battle group and they decimated the remainder of the Covenant. The next three weeks were filled with sleep, bad rations, and push-ups in place of hard combat.

Or, maybe just sleep.

Then, on a routine patrol of the Eridanus system, an ONI prowler arrived in system. It docked with the Everest, dwarfed by the super-cruiser. No one but the bridge crew and the hangar engineers knew, and they were under orders to keep the docking top-secret.

In the ODST quarters, Stacker and Vilok were arm wrestling. Other troopers were playing cards or cleaning weapons, but most were gathered around the improvised table, a matte-black ammunition crate with oil kegs on either side. The sergeant's respective squads were cheering wildly as the soldier's arms tilted to either side. The Captain was screwing the barrel onto his BR55 SR, and moved a lubricated cloth around the circular tube. He put the cloth back into the rifle's case, and set the weapon down into it as well, when he heard the door open with a snick. He turned around, and saw a man, wearing a uniform embroidered with a Commander's bars. On the side of the uniform was the ONI symbol. Harbin hated snoops... but he hated them more when they outranked him.

"I was not informed you were aboard, sir." The Captain said it more question than statement. Several of his troops set their hands down to their sidearms. Harbin's men would shoot first, ask questions later.

"Indeed, you were not informed. I am here to recruit you for a certain project, Captain. I would rather not discuss the details... here." The short, black haired Asian man gestured with his hand at the quarters.

Harbin smoothed his brown hair, set his eyes on the man, and frowned.

"I don't really have a choice, do I?" Harbin sighed.

"No, I'm afraid you don't. Come. We have much to discuss."

When they were out in the corridor, the Captain dared to ask a few questions. Not that anyone in his situation wouldn't ask questions--it was just, Harbin had a way with words. Then again, he thought, an ONI officer would probably be under code-word secrecy. Oh well. He would try his hand anyways.
"So," Harbin began, "Who are you, exactly?" He slid sideways and let an ensign past.

"A prowler commander in the Office of Naval Intelligence." The man smirked.
A door clicked open in front of him, and it opened onto hangar A-6L. A large, black ship, the size of about three Pelican dropships, was docked in the bay. There were no lights, now windows, and the angular surface could only be that of a prowler.
**********************

"Project GUNGNIR?" Harbin raised an eyebrow and smiled. "What kind of name is that?"

"Well, Captain," Rear Admiral Michael Stanforth lowered his head like a charging bull. "Gungnir was Odin's spear in Greek mythology. Its accuracy was infallible, like the weapon we are designing and the armor system equipped to handle it. In three days, we will refuel, depart, and journey to Miridem. There, the initial phase of testing..."

They were in a room onboard the Commander's prowler, a room which contained naught but a single, black table in a bathroom-sized space. Rear Admiral Michael Stanforth was here, the back stage hero of the Harvest Campaign, Operation: TREBUCHET, and dozens of others of top-secret, black ink operations.

The Admiral continued to explain the various stages of testing the armor and weapons systems under Project GUNGNIR. The project would last several months. GUNGNIR was to be deployed into widespread use by 2540.

There were also several new weapons that the Captain would test. These included the W/AV M6 G/GNR, a handheld version of the M99 Special Applications Rifle, and a back-engineered Covenant Jackal Gauntlet.

"Just one question, sir." The Captain crossed his arms. "Why me? Why not one of your snoops?"

"Because this armor requires an incredibly fit person to handle it. It improves reaction times and speed, not to to the level of MJOLNIR armor, but enough that it would be dangerous for a weak person to handle it.

"Also, you have one of the best ground career records in the UNSC. The obliteration of thousands of Covenant with a perfectly placed HORNET mine on Harvest... the obliteration of the rebellion on Jericho VII... skills in CQC unmatched. Your service in the UNSC speaks for itself." The admiral said. He reached over and grasped a stack of papers.

"Here is all you will need for the testing period. Review it on the way. Be ready at 0600 Sunday morning."

The Captain accepted the papers, and the admiral said, "Dismissed."

  • 10.23.2010 7:52 PM PDT

What a waste....

Chapter 3 is up :D

  • 10.24.2010 11:04 AM PDT

What a waste....

*whistles Jeopardy song*

  • 10.24.2010 3:15 PM PDT

What a waste....

COMMENT, PEOPLE!


ETA on next chapter: A day or so.

  • 10.25.2010 5:49 PM PDT

POMC S117 Owns owns

Amazing!

  • 10.27.2010 8:28 AM PDT

R.I.P. Noble team

So Harbin has an AI in his ODST armor? I don't think that fits considering that is one of the biggest benefits of Mjolnir is to carry an AI on ones person. Not to overly criticize but the character is just to good he sounds like a Spartan 2 on crack and he and some ODST's took out thirty covenant ships by boarding them?!? He's just to damn good otherwise good work. Oh and a captain at age 29's kind of a stretch.

  • 10.31.2010 11:55 PM PDT

What a waste....


Posted by: zhel taham
So Harbin has an AI in his ODST armor? I don't think that fits considering that is one of the biggest benefits of Mjolnir is to carry an AI on ones person. Not to overly criticize but the character is just to good he sounds like a Spartan 2 on crack and he and some ODST's took out thirty covenant ships by boarding them?!? He's just to damn good otherwise good work. Oh and a captain at age 29's kind of a stretch.
In The Flood, Silva carried a big box on his back that held his AI. Also, the ODST AIs are used to operate imaging equipment and stuff before you land the pod, thus the need.

The reason he's a Captain is because the UNSC is running low on officers, even this early in the war.

And yeah, Harbin is kinda OP... I'll fix it. Just wait...

  • 11.04.2010 8:41 PM PDT

How'd you find me?

I just read the first chapter, it's very good. You might want to edit out the recruiter scene because you can't just join the ODSTs. First you're selected from other special forces branches and then asked to volunteer.

Another thing: you repeat words too many times, like in the scene with the AI. You used side about five times. Try to vary your vocabulary and sentence structure.

Right, so besides that, this story is very good. I can't wait to read more.

  • 11.06.2010 6:19 AM PDT

  • Pages:
  • 1
  • 2
  • of 2