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Subject: [Story] Kig-Yar Legend - Chapter one is officially up!

~I blame Stosh. Why? .......Dunno either.
XLS Thunderstom--
Legendary Spec Ops
-- Godz of Tactical Combat

I am a Lone Wolf of Reach's Ruins. I am in a Team, and I will listen; although when I can, I go my own way, and lead my own way. When the situation calls, I will do as ordered.
Only when I must.

Kig-Yar Legend:
Prolouge - (Page One)
Chapter One - Preparation too Fail...? (Page One)
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Prolouge:
"No... No! NOO!"

Blood curdling screams, followed by desperate cries. The peircing pleas were enough too break even a Spartans confidence.
Command had warned every single soldier of the danger this mission held, but the description of what caused this trouble seemed almost a joke. Atleast, until you came face-too-face with the danger.
Jacob Green did not come without knowledge. He spent almost two years, tracking down this enemy and trying too find a weakness. He came too end the fight.
The Falcon touched ground in a small, grassy valley. None of the three Spartans spoke, each, without a single word, checking there weaponry and grouping around a bend in the tall valleys. The other two Spartans, John and Louis, stood with a M392 Marksmans Rifle, with a MA35 Assualt Rifle on their back. Jacob took point, an Assault Rifle in hand, but with a shotgun on his back.
"Its.. as if they are being torchered," commented Louis. Jacob grunted.
"I would have thought it would take an army too cause this slaughter. Apparently, we were wrong."
John had an eyebrow raise beneath his helmet. "Is it possible this intel is wrong? It has too be an army! There were no survivors anyway..."
"Those screams were true enough, and I don't think every single commanding officer has somehow recieved false intel." argued Jacob. "Besides, there were spectators who managed too report this."
John grunted, but Jacob payed no attention too the man.
A scream pierced the air, and the three man team stopped. It was close, maybe half a mile away, although the valleys and hills blocked sight of anything.
Shaken, the Spartans walked slowly, going around bends in the hills, trying too stay out of obvious sight. Eventually, Louis stopped the team. "Let me go on top of this hill, and see if I can make a visual of our enemy." None of the other Spartans argued.
The Spartan climbed up the steep incline, only staggering a few times. After what felt like an hour, he came too the top, and rested. The other two waited anxiously at the bottom, listening too there COMM's.
"Oh god," came almost immediately over the Communications Link, "oh god, oh god, I see it! I se--"
Horrifically fast came the Spartans demise, blinded by a ray of burning plama, and then torn apart by a burning covenant blade.
Before the Spartans could process what happened, a figure, almost bird-like, walked over the hill. It bore a blade in one hand, a focus rifle resting in the other. Both hands were covered with small, buckler-like shields, as well as blood and sweat. It was a covenant skirmisher. It was a Kig-Yar.
It was the legendary enemy, the one that slaughtered small armies. Jacob reached backwards towards his shotgun. He would battle the creature, but he feared his efforts would be in vain...



[Edited on 02.03.2011 1:50 PM PST]

  • 02.01.2011 4:50 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] Kig-Yar Legend

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

A Jackal did that? Holy crap lol, that's pretty interesting. Please, keep writing. The only thing that I'd advise is a spellcheck.

  • 02.02.2011 2:12 AM PDT

~I blame Stosh. Why? .......Dunno either.
XLS Thunderstom--
Legendary Spec Ops
-- Godz of Tactical Combat

I am a Lone Wolf of Reach's Ruins. I am in a Team, and I will listen; although when I can, I go my own way, and lead my own way. When the situation calls, I will do as ordered.
Only when I must.

I have spotted some of my own errors, which I will try and fix.
Yeah, a Skirmisher/Jackal did that. (Same race, honestly.)
I like the species, so why not write about them, hah.

  • 02.02.2011 2:39 PM PDT

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

Don't worry about it. I tried my best not to change it too much, but all the spelling mistakes and a few other things are fixed for you.

Posted by: Yeww Die

Prolouge


"No... No! NOO!"

Blood curdling screams, followed by desperate cries. The piercing pleas were enough to break even a Spartan's confidence. Command had warned every single soldier of the danger this mission held, but the description of what caused this trouble seemed almost a joke. At least, until you came face to face with the danger.

Jacob Green did not come without knowledge. He spent almost two years tracking down this enemy and trying to find a weakness. He came to end the fight.

The Falcon touched ground in a small, grassy valley. None of the three Spartans spoke. Each, without a single word, checked their weaponry as they huddled together, navigating around a bend in the tall valleys. The other two Spartans, John and Louis, stood with a M392 Marksmans Rifle, with a MA35 Assualt Rifle on their back. Jacob took point, an Assault Rifle in hand, but with a shotgun on his back.

"It's... it's as if they are being tortured," commented Louis. Jacob grunted.

"I would have thought it would take an army to cause this slaughter. Apparently, we were wrong."

John had an eyebrow raise beneath his helmet. "Is it possible this intel is wrong? It has to be an army! There were no survivors anyway..."

"Those screams were true enough, and I don't think every single commanding officer has somehow received false intel." argued Jacob. "Besides, there were spectators who managed to report this." John grunted in frustration, but Jacob payed no attention to the man.

A scream pierced the air, and the three man team stopped. It was close, maybe half a mile away, although the valleys and hills blocked sight of anything. Shaken, the Spartans walked slowly, going around bends in the hills, trying to stay out of obvious sight. Eventually, Louis stopped the team. "Let me go on top of this hill, and see if I can make a visual of our enemy." None of the other Spartans argued.

The Spartan climbed up the steep incline, only staggering a few times. After what felt like an hour, he came to the top, and rested. The other two waited anxiously at the bottom, listening to their COMM's.

"Oh God," came almost immediately over the communications link, "oh God, oh God, I see it! I se--"

Horrifically fast came the Spartan's demise, blinded by a ray of burning plasma, and then torn apart by a burning Covenant blade.

Before the Spartans could process what happened, a figure, almost bird-like, walked over the hill. It bore a blade in one hand, a focus rifle resting in the other. Both hands were covered with small, buckler-like shields, as well as blood and sweat. It was a Covenant Skirmisher. It was a Kig-Yar.

It was the legendary enemy, the one that slaughtered small armies. Jacob reached backwards towards his shotgun. He would battle the creature, but he feared his efforts would be in vain...

*This is a small, from-the-future perspective prolouge for a story I am going to write. I wonder, did this interest anyone at all?


[Edited on 02.03.2011 1:42 AM PST]

  • 02.03.2011 1:38 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Kig-Yar Legend - Chapter one is officially up!

~I blame Stosh. Why? .......Dunno either.
XLS Thunderstom--
Legendary Spec Ops
-- Godz of Tactical Combat

I am a Lone Wolf of Reach's Ruins. I am in a Team, and I will listen; although when I can, I go my own way, and lead my own way. When the situation calls, I will do as ordered.
Only when I must.


2 Years Earlier.
UNSC Marine base.
[Location CLASSIFIED]


The Seargeant paced around the small, cube-shaped room known as his sleeping quarters, as he had been doing for the past twenty minutes. The chance that the Covenant would come here, of all places, before any other Marine base in the area was absurd. The base was small, recently built for extra dominance of the surrounding plains, and yielded little reward for the Covenant too destroy.
However, it did stop the UNSC from growing farther, and in the current state of war, that is a perfect prize.
"If we only had more soldiers here," he shouted too no one in particular, "but with only twenty-seven soldiers at base..."
He cursed too himself. They could not fight off - if the recon team was correct - one hundred and fifty covenant ground forces including Unggoy, Sangheili, Kig-Yar and heavy Hunter forces. No, they needed more.
He stopped, and with a quick 180 he went from facing a blank wall too a small, mettalic desk in the corner. He walked over too it, opening up a small, holographic communications link.
"Howard!'
"Yes, Seargeant Jackson?"
"Get me some local forces in the area. Anything you can find! We have about two hours too get some extra firepower here. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir," replied the virtual image, "but-"
He was cut off. "But what? But NOTHING! Get me some extra forces!" Jackson cut the link off. On the other end, Howard was sitting in his own quarters, contacting other officers. He hit a button, and resumed a conversation. "I am sorry, Officer. My Seargeant has lost all patience, and has no time for me too let him know his request too me has already been completed."
A gruff chuckle could be heard across the COMM. "War can do that, Corporal. My Marines are en route. I have also sent some Spartans."
Howard rose an eyebrow at that. "You are actually sending over some Spartans?"
"Thats right, Corporal. You heard me. I sent some Spartans. Only two of them, though; don't expect me too send an army too you of the UNSC's finest!"
"Thank you, sir."
"Good luck, Corporal."
The COMM link flickered away, but the Corporal's hopes did simply the opposite. We will win this war. Atleast this battle, anyway.

The Seargeant walked out of his quarters, internally distressed, but he held a commanding, stoic and fiery visage that would tell you otherwise. Walking briskly down a metal hallway, he took a left and walked swiftly into the big, square, metal room known as the briefing room. And the armory.
All twenty-seven marines lined up, armor on, Assault Rifles in hand and with a pistol on thier hip.
"Men, we are outnumbered, by about five times," he started, grimly. "But you are marines. You are UNSC Soldiers! You are a breed of soldiers trained too fight against the odds!"
A chorused 'Hoo rah' was chanted by the soldiers.
"Even if we cannot beat them, will we let the filthy covenant take us down without a fight?"
The soldiers responded with a crisp 'No Sir no!'
"Well then, lets arm up, mount up!"
As the Seargeant watched his oldiers check there weaponry and head outside too mount the three warthogs, he felt guilty. A newly-born UNSC base would be destroyed, and when the command sent the rest of the soldiers down, they were going too find nothing.

Jacob Green looked down, watching the landscape roll by behind is EVA helmet. He was a Spartan efficient at Close Quarters, and still very excelled at most every weapon. Then again, most Spartans were.
He glanced too his left, watching as the female sitting next too him surveyed the terrain. She was in scout styled armor, lightweight, but very efficient.
"How far too this Marine base?" she asked the pilot.
"In a straight tragectory, five miles. We're swinging around the Covenant camp-zone, trying too keep our presence unknown. That makes our flight equivalent too twenty miles. Ten minutes or so. Not too long, Kaitlyn."
She grunted, and leaned her head back. Jacob turned his gaze away from the other Spartan and looked upward. The sky was a perfect shade of blue, the sort of wonderful shade that made any kid want too go outside, and could be rather breathtaking. It was pitiful that such a beautiful day would be stained with blood.
He sighed. And then he heard a gunshot.
Both Spartans immediately came too attention, surveying the area. "Not as us. Its too far away," commented Kaitlyn.
Jacob nodded. "The battle has started."

(I hope you enjoyed. I tried too make this better than my prolouge was. This is my first novel written on the gallery.)



[Edited on 02.03.2011 1:51 PM PST]

  • 02.03.2011 1:49 PM PDT

Legendary Special Ops
--Godz of Tactical Combat

It's alright. I could've done better with my eyes close though. Actually a mental patient could've done better...
~ Quote: A really miserable LSO Second in Command

Only joking. It's really good. I couldn't have made that quote much more of an inside joke. :P

  • 02.03.2011 2:14 PM PDT
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Halo 2 isn't dead jorge...... its just missing in action.
MnF Elite Force <>Brigadier<>

Brown coat 'till the day I die.
Sheningans!
Wake me...when you need me.

It's very good! please Continue!

  • 02.05.2011 1:46 AM PDT