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Subject: Enmity (Chapter 1)

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0500 Hours, Firebase Romeo near Voi.
"Should I take 10 magazines?" I thought to myself. "No. if it gets to that point in the battle all hope for survival is lost."
"Time to go, Nelson! The Hog's prepped and ready!"
"Got it, LT."
I picked up my CH252 Helmet. I could calibrate it on the move.
"Omar! Take shotgun!"
"Yes sir!"
"Nelson! Hop in the back."
I muttered a "Yessir" as I hopped into the back. We loaded mags into our MA5Bs. "Let us get out of here alive."

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"Grenade!"
An explosion. I'll have mark Omar KIA as well. That is if I make it out of here. "LT! They're flanking left!"
"Daniels! Pan left! Pan left!"
I squeezed the trigger of the M6c, my MA5B ammunition used up hours ago.
"Nelson! Have you cleared out that hallway yet?"
"Working on it!" The slide kicked back, and I pushed a fresh mag into the grip. All of a sudden I felt breath down my neck. I turned quickly, and to my horror, there was an Elite. I jumped away and picked up my discarded Assault Rifle. He was with me the entire time.
He picked me up by my BDUs and spoke something in an alien language. Without thinking I hit him over the head with the barrel of my rifle, shocking him. He let go and I unloaded the rounds from my sidearm on him. Realizing what was happening, he charged at me with a rage that I knew signaled death. I pulled the trigger once before finding out that it was empty.
Everything slowed down. Is this what it's like to die? I shut my eyes and laid my head against rubble, the reminiscent of a well adorn wall. Something was wrong. Where's the pain? I opened my eyes.
"Are you still with me, Nelson?"
Standing over me was Lt. Tyler, a used plasma pistol in his hand.
"Yeah. A little shaken, but luckily not stirred."
"Hmph. Let's get out of here before this place collapses."
I sat up and took in my surroundings. This used to be a Traxus Heavy Industries factory, standing at around ten-stories. I currently was situated in an office, most likely a higher-up. Now it sat at a measly two-stories.
"LT."
"Yeah?"
"How many of us are left?"
"You're looking at it."
I frowned. We came in with six M831 TT loaded with Marines. I didn't believe that we were the only ones left. "Do we have any MIA?"
"No. We're the only two left."


  • 02.09.2011 11:54 PM PDT

Don't cross the white line.

"Give a man a fish and he'll eat for a day. Give a Halo regular a fish, and he'll complain about the taste, color, type, size, where you found it, how you obtained it, whether or not you'll give him more fish later, and I don't know how many more things.And then when you give him another fish, he'll complain that it's not exactly like the first fish. Rinse and repeat."

Awesome. You could do with a little more detail concerning the surroundings.

  • 02.21.2011 2:55 AM PDT

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

Nice job so far, man.

  • 02.21.2011 2:59 AM PDT