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Subject: Halo FanFic: 7he Fallen
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It's pretty cool, but it totally configuires Halo-7.9/10

  • 11.05.2005 11:41 AM PDT
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I got another 19 chapters finished, this was just the intro.

  • 11.05.2005 12:19 PM PDT
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Your not going to attempt to put the entire book on here now, are you? (sight sarcasm)

  • 11.05.2005 4:40 PM PDT
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Wow good job, I like it a lot!

  • 11.05.2005 6:31 PM PDT
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haha, no I would never do that, this was more of a teaser. Im working on a website that will have the rest.


and here it is

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  • 11.05.2005 8:11 PM PDT
Subject: Halo FanFic: 7he Fallen-- With link to full version
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Webpage featuring whole book
Halo Fanfic: 7he Fallen, Chapter 01; Opening

D+ 123hr:12 min 21 sec (Sargent Marcus Atreus mission clock)
Operation: Fox in the Henhouse

“Listen sir, we are out of options, listen to me. If we just find a hole, we can sit tight ‘till the second wave gets here.” Private Matt Emmerson’s voice quavered with unusual nervousness as he addresses the last remaining member of October Company; his commanding officer. Unusual. That word alone was the summary of Private Matt Emmerson’s life ever since the initial Covenant strike on Reach, and twists and turns that followed.
The private surveyed the beachhead around them with machine-like detail. He whispered, although no one else was around, except the Sargent. “Listen we just have to sneak up to the high ground, gather intel. for the first wave - and afterwards, when the party starts I mean- I can give them some SAM coverage with “Private Spanky” here.” Emmerson was referring to his M41 SSR MAV/AW rocket launcher, but specifically the letters SPNKr on the lateral face of the titanium composite launch tube. “Hea-hea, Christmas is coming early ya bastards- if you catch my drift!”
Although Pvt. Emmerson was physically unimpressive, he was often appeared to be deep in thought, causing him to contradict their tactical orders with sometimes, new and lifesaving tactical - or “kill-tac-ular” epiphanies, as his bunkmate Pvt. Hack proudly coined them. Moments such as these would leave his confused, although grateful squad-mates wondering if there was more to this curious character than meets the eye.
Sargent Marcus Atreus; a fairly intelligent soldier; volunteered for the corps, like many in his linage; after first-contact with the Covenant and, like Emmerson he was a native of Reach. He spoke with much frustration. “I just don’t understand how Intel made this out to be a point and shoot mission.”
His pupils dilated; his mind flashing back to the bloody events that marred the time line that had landed him in this personal hell. I never though I’d be so far away from home. Nostalgia felt like a thousand needles jabbed into his heart. He fought against his own embarrassing emotion; A marine’s home is the battlefield! He grinned.
With the exception of Pvt. Emmerson he was completely alone, alone with a garrison of Covenant zealots waiting to find and crush him like an insect.
Perfect. Atreus grin turned into a crazed smile. Just the situation a marine is born for. After all, Humanity has driven plenty of species into extinction. Time to add those of the Covenant to our list. Indoctrinated with the glory of combat - ever since childhood made the Sargent a Corpsman to his very core.
Just where the hell did all these Covenant bastards come from?” The Sarge was again referring to the Intel given to him from acting bridge of the Pillar of Autumn, which had been set up to direct resistance on this ring world against the Covenant. Ever since the daring Captain Keyes’s emergency landing following the ill-fated battle in the void with the Covenant fleet, everything just seemed all down hill.
The recent and unexpected twist of fate against humanity had left the iron calm and clear thinking, green Sargent deeply worried, he now fought the itching fear just under his skin. Another lesson they don’t teach in school: in a place like this, fear was a deadly as an entire company of Elites, he often reminded himself. Genuine fear was just one of many experiences that had changed the marines of October Company forever. Realizing this another thought struck him like an uppercut. Yea, war, killing, watching your friends die, it can do that to you, it can change you. “What are we doing here though, what are these Covenant after? Humanity? No, there’s gotta be more to it. Its never that simple.” The Private blurted his thought out loud. “Finally a question the walking encyclopedia can’t answer”Atreus joked to lighten their grim moods. Some things, like Emmerson’s intelligence would never change, save for the better.
All across the galaxy ever since first contact with humanity, the Covenant was fighting the United Nations Space Corps for every corner of the void and every rock in it, destroying every product of the human hand their leaders could identify. “You’re right you know. There’s gotta be an answer. I’d bet intergalactic war ain’t cheap.” Atreus considered the Private’s thought. Neither marine, or ONI for that matter, had a straight answer to the million dollar question.
The Atreus family had a running history of bad luck ever since it’s ancient origins on Earth, but this was too much If there is a god out there, he is one sadistic son-of-a--blam!-. He thought growing angry as he remembered the many fallen marines he once knew.
“Well I guess we will have to take another lesson from the “Textbook of Emmerson”” Atreus replied sarcastically, regarding to the fact he was again relying on the unexplainably genius tactics of a subordinate. Truth be told, although merely a Private, Atreus was thankful for Emmerson’s input.
However, Lt. Perez, who took over October Company following their landing on the ring always squelched nearly everyone, including Emmerson’s suggestions “and what year did you graduate from West Point, Private?” he would say. Karma, seemed to have slipped the el-tee a fast one, as his under estimation of the enemy had surly cost him his life, as well as the lives of nearly his entire squad.
As the original mission, beginning with Operation: “Fox in the Henhouse” would disrupt Covenant operations on the island enough for a second wave of marines, led by the a SPARTAN II, a certain “Master Chief” to crush the disorganized Covenant troops then make off with a few dropships. Unfortunately, the contest for the island was turning out to be a far cry from the cakewalk they had been lackadaisically briefed of.
“Hey, Matt” Marcus felt it unnecessary to hang on formalities “help me grab the med-pacs from the LRV.” Emmerson picked up on Marcus’s lax attitude and jokingly replied “aye-aye, my captain!” The thought of Captain Keyes, as well as the remainder of the crew of the Pillar of Autumn shook Atreus to the core, reverting to his normal, more serious state he barked: “No more jokes marine, we need to stay focused here, lets go!”.
“Yep,” Emmerson continued on their previous tactical conversation, in order to determine if his commanding officer had taken the plan into consideration, and to lighten up his friends sudden change of mood “We can just sit-tight. When Foehammer drops the second wave at the LZ, and me and you. Uhhh. Sir, can give those squid-faced bastards some facial reconstruction, courtesy of my 102mm of pure love.” The Private was again referring to the shoulder-fired surface to air missile launcher, which he had hefted to their current position, only a few feet from the corpses of Lt. Perez, Sgt. Thompson, and Pvt. Hack, along with their smouldering warthog. It along with a few med packs and an arm load of assorted ammunition lay against the horizontal log covering their point.
Although Atreus knew they had precious few options, if any, and must act now before the dropship that destroyed the M12 LRV, returned and released it’s detail of covenant shock troops. He fought the temptation to make brash, adrenaline induced decisions, that almost definitely, would leave the Private as well as himself; dead. Not to mention the horror, the second wave would have to face, assaulting a fully garrisoned covenant redoubt; b-blam!- with at least a battalion of crack troops. “Yes”, Atreus said to himself in a low voice, “this world has as many secrets as it has enemies, many more than we will ever know”, as he remembering the strangely familiar constructs protruding from a cliff face about halt a klick away, as well as the fact the entire ring world was obviously artificial.
The siren-like moan of the returning dropship’s engines prompted Emmerson to raise the SPNKr instinctively, but Atreus replied “no, we have to conserve ammunition. Remember the plan- the second wave...” The foresight of his commander calmed the private as he looked to him.”-blam!-. Im out of ideas, now what?” Atreus’s eyes fixated on the sight a harbinger of death; the answer to the private’s simple question came in nanoseconds. “Follow me!”
It was not long before the two secured their ordinance they managed to police from the bodies of their fallen comrades and then ran, literally for their lives, up the steep and winding path; cutting into the cliff face that dominated their former six o’clock position. As the ill-fated brothers in arms rounded their second bend on their path towards their demise- they came across another awe and terror inspiring sight. It would be the last and most horrid thing either would ever see, since the destruction of their once beautiful home world; Reach.
“-blam!- Me!” Yelled Emmerson, as he reeled backwards from sight the two massive, creatures in the gully below them. Atreus slapped his hand over his partner’s mouth. “Keep your yammer shut, you’ll give away our position” remarked Atreus through gritted teeth; trying to remain quiet. But it was too late, as the two hulking, blue clad beasts turned their bodies in a perfect unison towards the two marines, and let loose two burning green balls of plasma from cannons, so adeptly weilded they must have been an extension of their bodies. The hurtling inferno raced towards them, turning the oxygen molecules around them into ozone. The projectiles impacted on Atreus and Emmerson’s position, even before they had time to catch their breath.
For their mad dash from the maw of death, led them straight into it’s open hand.

[Edited on 11/6/2005]

  • 11.05.2005 8:38 AM PDT