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Subject: **Invasion** [Fanfiction]

PART 1


Ergu 'Ixhusee stretched his lithe and muscular body, savouring the feel of his own strength in anticipation of the fight to come. Around him, his brothers made ready for their assault on the derelict Human vessel. Although the ship, designated Frigate class, and bearing the name UNSC Commonwealth was being decommissioned after taking significant damage from one of their own cruisers long before, it's overloaded AI core still contained information which could prove vital to the Covenant's extermination of the Humans, most notably the location of their home planet.

The Sangheili had dropped from Phantom just moments before; the dropship now hung motionless above in readiness of their departure - hopefully the soft whine of it's engine would not betray their presence for a while yet - although it would be unwise to assume that there would be no defenders of the vessel and that a sharp-eyed Human had not spotted their approach.

An initial task force of six, the Sangheili had been dispatched to retrieve the AI core with all necessary stealth. Failing this, reinforcements would be provided as and when necessary, but a discreet extraction was preferable, and they had been warned that in the incident of a resultant large-scale conflict here, diverting Covenant ground troops from other actions on the planet's surface , they would suffer the Prophet's displeasure, least of all should their mission prove to be a failure.

The warriors would operate in three separate fire teams of two individuals, decreasing the chance of their being spotted. 'Ixhusee was paired with Iegu 'Majotee; they had entered the Covenant military together, trained together and fought together, and their fighting skills were a perfect match for one another when they operated together in this way.

Now the fireteams split their separate ways and 'Ixhusee and 'Majotee began to move across the dry, dusty hard-baked earth, weaving between the cover provided by the various scrap material littering the shipyard, constantly alert, all the while heading for the western entrance point. 'Ixhusee reached the metal stairway leading up into the hull of the vessel first, rolling to a stop at it's foot, 'Majotee just behind. Slowly, they ascended the stairway into the gathering gloom within the bowels of the ship.

Reaching the corner of the scaffold, 'Ixhusee halted, and hunkered down low to the metal. Checking round behind him, 'Majotee had done the same, and they squatted together in the shadows, silent, waiting for the signal to advance further towards their objective. 'Ixhusee vented the cooling system of his Plasma Repeater, a compulsive action to check on the weapon's inner workings. Everything was in perfect working order, and the flaps slid shut; the Type-51 had only seen recent use with Covenant ground forces, and 'Ixhusee wanted to ensure the Improved Directed Energy Rifle would yield it's full potential in combat. He ran through his inventory once more, the T51 DER/I, a Type-25 Directed Energy or Plasma Pistol sidearm, and two adhesive Plasma Grenades. A fully equipped Sangheili Warrior, his equipment vastly differed from that of 'Majotee, who carried only a Type-33 Guided Munitions Launcher or Needler, and one Plasma Grenade. However, his comrade's apparent lack of weaponry concealed the fact that his armor housed an Active Camouflage generator unit, and 'Ixhusee also knew of the Needler's impressive rate of fire, laying down a hail of deadly pink projectiles which pierced living tissue and detonated: it was a vicious weapon.

Up until now, the Sangheili had observed radio silence, but now the comm clicked - the second fireteam was in position. Moments later, the click came again, as the third fireteam reached their target. Shortly after, the comm let out a staccato burst of clicking, the signal for the assault to begin. The Sangheili had to reach the Human computer systems and hack in, remotely disabling the shielding system around the downed Frigate's AI Core; only then would they be able to access it for extraction.

'Ixhusee drew himself to his full height, bordering 8ft, and twitched his jaws in the Sangheili smile. "Come my brother, I grow weary of this hiding and skulking in the shadows like a frightened Unggoy," knowing full well that was precisely what his friend's role as an Assassin required. 'Majotee's reply was also laced with barbed wit, though 'Ixhusee could hear the laughter in his friend's voice: "Suit yourself, brother, but we cannot all be warriors who charge into combat as foolishly as the Jiralhanae." 'Ixhusee turned to see his friend's smile, but 'Majotee had already activated his Active Camouflage; even to 'Ixhusee's trained eyes all that was visible of the 7ft warrior was a barely discernible shimmer in mid-air - the distortion provided by the Active Camouflage generator rendered him nigh invisible. His rippling outline shivered past 'Ixhusee, who hurried to catch up.

Rounding a second bend, they were presented with another flight of stairs. 'Majotee sprinted up these at speed, becoming slightly more visible, while 'Ixhusee hung back, squatting low, and slowly advanced upwards; he had no Camouflage to stop an enemy identifying and targeting him. At the top of the stairs, he scanned left and right, and, seeing no visible threat, proceeded to the computer console beside which his squad mate was hunkering, now fully visible. He looked up at 'Ixhusee, and flexed his jaws in a Sangheili shrug. "A few minutes more, and we should have the command override codes. Our brothers attempt to break through on the other Human console." 'Ixhusee nodded, then stepped out from behind the bulwark onto the open upper deck. Hearing a clink, he looked down, just in time to see a round object with a slight trail of orange effervescence sparking from it come to rest at his feet.

'Ixhusee threw himself sideways behind the console as the grenade at his feet detonated with a loud thump. The explosion still ringing in his ears, he looked around; 'Majotee was already fading back into invisibility beside him, Needler drawn, but still focused hard at work on the Human console as as two more grenades detonated against the metal bulwark sheltering them. Bullets zinged and whined against the metal and 'Ixhusee saw the third fireteam, their efforts evidently thwarted at the other interface, advance up the stairs from which he and 'Majotee had just come, Repeaters blazing blue incandescence, shields flaring as they waded through the hail of projectile fire.

'Ixhusee watched as the first Warrior's shield burst and flickered out of existence and was cut down; he gave a snarl of anger as he watched the fallen Sangheili's squad mate squat down beside him, whether from out of remorse or from a bullet wound as his own shields crackled and died he did not know, but knew that now was the time to act. Righteous anger burned through his veins, his noble blood calling him to step out and confront the enemy. Whirling to the other side of the bulkhead from which the first grenade had detonated, he wheeled out of cover to face his foe.

He found himself staring into the blank mask that was the visor of a Demon.

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PART 2

'Ixhusee bellowed with anger, swinging his Repeater tightfisted in a wide arc. The hammer blow glanced off the Demon's shielding, which dissipated with a golden shimmer. But the violent swing had left 'Ixhusee wide open to attack, and the Demon ducked under his guard and cracked the butt of it's rifle into his stomach. The air was driven from 'Ixhusee's lungs by the force of the blow and he doubled over, clutching at his mid-section, his weapon falling from his grasp. The shield indicator had bled empty on his HUD, and an audible alarm system built into his combat harness sounded, the shield bar flickering as it struggled to recharge. As he gasped for air, dazed, 'Ixhusee registered that the alien was at least his match for strength at close quarters. The blank, gleaming visor filled his vision as his eyes clouded.


  • 02.13.2011 7:11 AM PDT

This is just a short fanfiction I once made and have tried to now revive; it details the exploits of a Sangheili squad during the invasion of Reach, describing a series of purely fictional events which I may expand into various interwoven storylines.

I would appreciate any feedback, and will just post up the following section - I know the parts differ wildly in length.

EDIT: All parts now operational.

[Edited on 02.13.2011 7:20 AM PST]

  • 02.13.2011 7:20 AM PDT

'Ixhusee's jaws hung slack, his oxygen-starved brain no longer transmitting transmitting to his lungs the impulse to draw breath. The Demon's strength had been phenomenal. He was sure its blow had ruptered his insides or, at the very least, cracked his ribs. He swayed gently, on his knees, helpless and at the alien's mercy. His eyes shifted to the metallic gleam of the blade which now flickered in his adversary's hand. The simple action of the demon flicking the blade from its sheath and tossing it from one hand to the other, which had only taken a split-second, passed before 'Ixhusee's eyes in what seemed to him the span of a sluggish lifetime. Aspects of his life reflected over and over in the glittering edges of the blade as it spun lazily end-over-end through the air, landing in the Demon's right hand, posed to make the killing thrust. At least he would die with honour.

... But fate had decreed that it was not so, for as the Demon moved forward to plunge the knife into 'Ixhusee's neck, the movement was not the smooth, fluid lunge it hould have been but an involuntary jerk which transformed into a fit of spasms caused by a hail of glassy pink rounds impacting the Demon's armor and tearing into the unprotecting flesh of its back. There was a split second in which the demon staggered under the multiple impacts before being blown violently into the air by the combined force of the needle's detonation.

The corpse flew over 'Ixhusee's head from the force of the blast and, as the pink mist cleared, he finally drew a shuddering, gasping breath after which he beheld his friend and saviour: Iegu 'Majotee along with the other two Elites of the second fireteam: Elhe Nadatee and Rtan 'Boararee. Their Needlers were held in their imperiously outstretched arms and their eyes were blazing with fury. Beyond them lay the corpses of three other armored humans, similar to the one they had just dispatched, scorched by plasma fire or impaled by pink shards, which only now were shattering; hinting at the fierce and furious struggle which had erupted only moments before.

'Nadatee reached forward with his other arm and helped 'Ixhusee to stand, while 'Majotee handed him back his weapon. "We have seized their command override codes from the consoles," his friend told him.

The Sangheili named 'Boararee flexed his jaws in a shrug, his emptied Needler now hanging limp at his side, the fire gone from his eyes. He indicated their fallen comrades with a twitch of his head - "But at what cost, brother?

'Nadatee, young, fresh from the fight and still battle-eager, straightened.

"There will be time for mourning later. Our brothers sacrifice will not go un-avenged - there will be more humans to bear the brunt of our wrath, and we should press the advantage." He was not diminishing the courage or heroism of the dead, 'Ixhusee knew; his voice was filled with passion and hardened resolve. 'Ixhusee himself was finding it hard to contain his feelings - his blood was roused, but as a veteran and a warrior his place in the squad's hierarchy was ranked above the others, and he looked to his comrade 'Majotee, who also enjoyed this heightened status.

"No. We must hold them here. Any casualties, unexpected resistance, or the presence of these... Demons... Warrant the need for reinforcements, who even know will be being dispatched to our location. Then, we will finish this fight.

'Nadatee's eyes still blazed but he conceded to 'Ixhusee's rank and experience. He silently backed down.

As the small group of Elites stood amidst the carnage, the heard the whine of Phantom engines as two new drop-ships swept in over the battlefield and towards the deck of the ship they now held. The lead Phantom was broadcasting on an open frequency, and the powerful voice of what was unmistakeably a Sanheili Zealot could be heard: "Hail, brothers, and take heed. This is obor 'Kajalee of the corvette, Blade of Redemption. We intercepted a distress beacon from your fallen warriors and were notified of the presence of Demons defendin the human vessel. We carry a company of Zealots, who will aid your mission in purging the Demon's presence and discovering the, at last, a map which will show us where the humans hide.

'Majotee snorted contemptuously, "A Zealot? So much for a stealthy advance," His mandibles clicked as he snapped at the other survivors of their mission. "Secure the length and breadth of this hulk." The other two Assassins, 'Nadatee and 'Boraree sullenly began to carry out his ordred. 'Ixhusee knew how Sangheili Assassins resented the presence of Zealots in battle; they had somewhat of a reputation as glory-stealers who prized their strength in arms over the cunning and intellect of those who used Active Camouflage. He was glad the temperamental Assassins tolerated his command as a warrior, but that was because he was their friend who appreciated their skill, and now he too would be overridden by the Zealots and their commander. However it was important that all the Sanheili, no-matter their skill-set, worked together on this mission.

He glanced over again at his friend, kneeling over the fallen Elites and paying his last respects, speeding them on the Great Journey. 'Majotee ensured their weapons were grasped tightly in their hands, as was the Sangheili custom, to fall nobly, but still armed with a weapon, ready to face death.

As 'Boraree and 'Nadatee returned, the hull of the dismantled frigate secure, the squad descended the stairs from which their comrades had fought and died. They waited on the brightly lit landing, prepared to meet the Zealots.

  • 02.13.2011 7:21 AM PDT

this is a great peice of writing and I cant wait until the next peice is written..!

  • 02.13.2011 12:02 PM PDT

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

Wow, man. This is really good so far.

  • 02.13.2011 6:32 PM PDT

Games I like:,
Half-Minute Hero
MBU
Portal
Halo 3 is the best Halo ever
Maps I like: Turf, Avalanche, Pylon, Sandbox, Breakpoint and many more.

This... is... AWESOME! But as The critics would say, "It lacks structual intergirty". But serisouly if your trying to revive it well your doing a great job

  • 02.14.2011 1:26 AM PDT

What the hell is a signature?

Sorry, this looks good, but there is no way i have enough courage to read that much. It looks good though

  • 02.14.2011 12:57 PM PDT

More to come.

  • 02.19.2011 5:12 AM PDT

I would just like to refresh this for more people to see it before I release further parts.

  • 03.05.2011 4:00 AM PDT

When I first started reading i thought they were brutes... "Irgu" That was the key word. "Muscular body." I was like... "-insert blinking typing thing here-"

  • 03.05.2011 6:53 AM PDT

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Awesome!!!

*clicks the save thread button*

  • 03.05.2011 2:12 PM PDT

If you can read this, that means I'm not a Shaolin monk...

yet.


Posted by: XDeltaxHunterX
Sorry, this looks good, but there is no way i have enough courage to read that much. It looks good though

You again?

It's not much at all.

  • 04.03.2011 1:37 PM PDT

As the Phantom that bore his company of Zealots neared the deck of the derelict human vessel, Obor 'Kajalee's imperious gaze swept the ragged fireteam of Elites mustered before him. They were four in number, and it strengthened his blood to see that one amongst them bore the unmistakeable air of a Sangheili Warrior. He had been informed that this particular Warriors' name was Erghu 'Ixhusee, and that he was now all that remained of the initial Warrior command structure in this sorry debacle of a mission. Sangheili blood had been spilt, noble warriors had fought and died, but what did the Prophets expect if they sent inexperienced Minors to deal with such a task?

The other three Sangheili Minors, 'Kajalee knew, were so-called "Assassins". 'Majotee, 'Nadatee and 'Boraree. The Zealot flexed his mandibles with distaste. Although he knew it would be foolish to discount the merits of the lightbending technology in scouting the enemy's defenses, it had no noble place in battle, where the only thing that should determine the outcome was Sangheili blood. It rankled with 'Kajalee that such cowards who deployed the technology on the field of battle were fit to bear the name Sangheili, or even to serve in the Covenant military. They were not true warriors.

'Kajalee glanced at his company massed in the Phantom behind him as they checked their weapons and made ready to disembark. These were warriors, his Zealots, every last one ready to fight and die at his command. The worthless Assassins could only dream of such glory. Perhaps under his command they could meet a fitting end, paving the way for his Zealot forces, and die with at least some semblance of honour.

The Phantom drifted nearer the edge of the platform, and it's troop bay doors opened to disgorge the serried ranks of regimented Zealots, and their leader.

The four Sangheili on the platform dipped their heads in obeisance to 'Kajalee, who gestured brusquely, freeing them from the rituals of hierarchial command structure.

"You have fought well, my brothers," began the Zealot. His mellifluous voice was filled with praise, and he thought saw each of the Sangheili at attention stand a little straighter, if such a thing were possible. Good. He would laud their deeds, rouse their spirits, engendering their loyalty and gaining their allegiance, and so doing bind them to his command. " . . . and your deeds are such as to strengthen the blood. Make no mistake, your heroic actions are worthy of recognition - " he continued. " - the bravery you have shown here knows no bounds. You honour me, and all Sangheili by your valour. I would be proud if I could accept such noble warriors into my company, and welcome them into my command." At this the Zealots behind him stirred, such a notion was preposterous of course, as the Minors had none of the Zealot specialist training or extensive combat experience. Some displayed looks of apprehension and incredulity, or with the twitch of their mandibles exchanged small smiles, but these were quickly masked with a quelling look from their commander, though a smug smile too, played round his own jaws. "As a temporary measure, of course. The correct protocols must be observed."

With this he assured his Zealots they would not be usurped, and ensured the Warrior and Assassins were firmly under his command, and would comply with any orders given. The Warrior he understood - the young Sangheili blazed with an ardent fervour, lit by the fire of his rhetoric and the invitation to join their noble company. He would follow 'Kajalee unswervingly. The eyes of the Assassins, too, were alight; the brightness of their gazes such that 'Kajalee mistook it at first for a similar passion, but which, on closer inspection, seemed to him more akin to fiery defiance. Very well. They would not be so easy to subjugate: the rivalry between the Active Camouflage users and the Zealots ran too deep for that. 'Kajalee smiled inwardly to himself, which reflected momentarily upon his savage features as a warlike grimace. "Onward then! Glory and honour await us!"

At this, his Zealots roared with one voice, and thundered across the twisted metal deck. They knew their mission. A few remained, to bear the bodies of the fallen Sangheili back into the looming Phantom. It's bay doors closed, and with a gentle whine, it drifted lazily to the drop zone where the other Phantoms waited.

Obor 'Kajalee spent a moment running his eyes over the four arrayed before him. His sharp gaze quickly noted a small conduit of the Warrior Sangheili's armor, crackling with a steady pulse of blue sparks. Concern was an emotion ill suited to his feral visage, but it manifested itself as a quick spasm of his jaw. He did not wish to see any Warrior join combat with faulted gear. "Your harness is damaged, brother." He gestured to the Phantoms, now hovering low over the scrapyard plain where the assault had first began. Their purple alloy glittered in the sun like the carapaces of some monstrous beetle. Around them, more Zealots disembarked, preparing weapons and equipment, shimmering figures in he heat haze. "Below you will find fresh harness for yourself and your comrades. Make certain it is fitting, for as a member of my forces you will hold the rank of Major, so ensure you have the appropriate harness as befits your station." He turned to the three Assassins.

"As for you, under my command you will be members of a new unit: the Dark Assassins. You will also find suitable combat harness by the Phantoms." They dipped their heads in acknowledgement. Addressing all of them, 'Kajalee pronounced: "All of you are to find my second, N'tho 'Riparee, and place yourselves under his command. Go well, with honour."

With a familiar whine, the Phantom returned, sidling aongside the platform and opening it's bay doors, allowing Obor 'Kajalee passage. He stepped onto the ramp just as it disengaged, and, in the same movement, the Phantom turned, and surged upwards, over the ruined vessel, 'Kajalee's imposing figure framed in the troop bay. It ascended to a height far above the designated battlefield of the Commonwealth, and hung there motionless, the noise of it's engines only a whisper. The Zealot surveyed the killing fields from his lofty perch, and flexed his mandibles in anticipation.

  • 05.15.2011 10:55 AM PDT

^ That was part three. It took me a while, and sorry for the amount of scene setting. I figured there was enough action in the first one to keep any readers tiding over. Constructive criticism well appreciated, and please take your time to read it!

  • 05.15.2011 10:59 AM PDT

I also know there's a multitude of spelling errors in the first two parts or so. Please note they are not my ignorance, but my exuberance in writing this :)

Oh, also a quick list of characters and their correct spellings.

Ergu 'Ixhusee - Sangheili Warrior. Main(ish) character.

Iegu 'Majotee - Sangheili Assassin. 'Ixhusees' friend.

E'lhe 'Nadatee - Sangheili Assassin.

R'tan Boraree - Sangheili Assassin.

Obor 'Kajalee - Sangheili Zealot. Shipmaster of the Corvette, Blade of Redemption.

N'thro 'Riparee - Sangheili Zealot. 'Kajalee's second in command.

Please note my initial Sangheili class designations were based on the Halo: Reach Beta loadouts, which was when I first wrote this. The Assassins and Warriors all wear Minor combat harness (so far). The Zealots wear Zealot combat harness, as in the full Halo: Reach game. Maybe 'Kajalee has Field Marshal harness, to separate him from the other Zealots?

  • 05.15.2011 11:06 AM PDT

PART 4
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The Phantom landing zone was a hive of activity, as the four Minors made their way through the dry heat of the shipbreaking yard. The faint whine of powered down Phantom engines was overlaid by the barked commands and harsh orders given by the Zealot who stood at the centre, resplendent in his ornate combat harness of burgundy armor shot through with blue-purple running lights, which only served to articulate and enhance his figure. The armor was so extravagant as to appear ceremonial, yet it still retained all the combat efficiency needed in warfare, whilst emulating the traditionally sleek battle armor worn by Sangheili throughout the ages. The blazing sun caused the outline of the Elite to ripple and distort in the haze. The power in his bearing, the self-assured air of command, left no doubt in 'Ixhusee's mind that this was N'thro 'Riparee, Obor 'Kajalee's lieutenant.

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'Riparee turned, regarding the interlopers to his domain, disruptors to the purposeful movements of the Zealots as they followed his orders. They clearly radiated a sense of not belonging, of otherness. His gaze softened. They were young. Not untried, or green, by any means, but as yet not forged in the furnace of battle. The heat of the day parched his throat and caused his voice to issue forth commands more gutturally and harshly than he had intended. "Your harness awaits you in the near Phantom. Return to me once you are outfitted, I myself will issue you your weapons and marching orders," he rasped. "Make haste. The Shipmaster grows impatient."

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'Ixhusee marveled at the wondrous harness he had found waiting in the Phantom. A vivid orange, shot through with brightest crimson and lustrous gold and highlighted with red articulation lights, his old cobalt blue suit paled by comparison. Three Huragok had waited in the relative cool and shade under the dropships' canopy, helping to strip his old harness and outfit him in his new armor, ensuring each piece fitted perfectly to the snug underlay. The creatures had chirruped and whistled to one another as they worked, and once they had fitted the final piece, the helmet with the flared crest, and his personal shields engaged, he had growled in satisfaction and flexed his blimbs luxuriously, revelling in his new appearance and glorying in his own strength, causing the Huragok to recoil and float into the upper recesses of the Phantom's canopy with some alarm and distress. He dipped his head in apology, but they seemed unimpressed, and fluted reproachfully at him, coiling and unfurling their tentacles with some consternation.

As he emerged from the dropship, he found his blooded brother's waiting for him, and he was almost as awed by their new appearance as he had been his own - 'Majotee, 'Nadatee and 'Boraree were nigh on unrecognizable in the sinister masks of the Sangheili Special Operations Forces. It was difficult to discern the color of their harness - a swirl of cloudy hues seemed to live submerged just beneath the surface of the alloy: bruise purples, sea blues, earth browns, cloud greys, the deep green of a heavy foliaged-canopy, the clustering shades at the mouth of the Mausoleum of the Arbiter on High Charity as evening fell throughout the habitat. If there was such a thing as shadow colored, it was the armor of these Sangheili. The fearsome glow of the articulation lights at the viewports of their helmets were undimmed by the blazing noonday sun.

'Ixhusee knew that standard issue Sangheili combat armor was ill-suited to housing an Active Camouflage unit. Often the attachment refused to fully integrate with the body armor's housing, leading to malfunctions and sporadic short-circuits which could leave the user unable to make use of the technology as it failed to engage, or even leaving the operator catastrophically vulnerable if the camouflage shorted out whilst in a tactically unsound situation. If the SpecOps had a reputation for being invincible, it was significantly owed to their armor which interfaced fully with Active Camouflage technology. With these new suits of battle armor 'Ixhusee's friends would be, if not truly invincible, then at least fully invisible.

After casting an appraising eye over the newly christened "Dark Assassins", and receiving their approval reciprocated in full, 'Ixhusee turned to look around the still-bustling landing zone. Fully assembled and operational now was a Type-32 Rapid Assault vehicle - more commonly identified as a "Ghost", it was the Covanent's go-to primary reconaissance and close infantry support vehicle, with the included ability to excel in a rapid attack role. It's functionality was based on it's near silent anti-gravity technology, making it suited for most types of terrain. It was essentially a hovercraft, pure and simple, with the aft section ecompassing the cockpit and holographic display, joined to the winged foreward fuselage by a ball joint. The foresection also contained the Ghost's primary armament, two linked forward firing plasma cannons, making it extremely effective againt flesh-based targets and affording a certain degree of efficacy against light enemy vehicles, emplacements and armor. It's purple carapace was a composite of ceramic armor and Covenant metal alloy offering resistance to most small arms fire. In short, a powerful asset to the Sangheili frontal assault.

More powerful still was the imposing bulk of a Type-26 Assault Gun Carriage or "Wraith". Fully assembled, this armored behemoth was the primary armored fighting vehicle of the Covanent war machine, deployed in a first strike ground assault vehicle in tactical engagements, the perfect weapons platform for destroying structures, shelling an enemy position or eliminating enemy armor. The physical and psychological force one could bring to bear soon made it's influence felt on the battle field. The bulbous mortar tank was a heavily armored chassis with a well protected cockpit containing holographic displays offering a 360 degree field of vision, and the controls to align, prime and fire the main battery. It's anti-gravity drive, although powerful, rendered the tank slow and cumbersome by merit of it's tremendous weight, although it retained some maneuverability in it's wide stabilizing lateral fins, allowing it to pass over almost any terrain with ease and affording it an impressive, although limited, boost of speed for rapid insertions or to plow through enemy infantry and armor. It's outer shell was equipped with a Type-52 Directed Energy Support Weapon - Plasma Cannon - modified and fitted for use to the chassis for an external operator to defend the tank against boarding action. The heavy armor plate of composite cermaic-alloy, while abundant, left the tank with somewhat of an Achilles heel in the rear where it was less heavily armored, and where a vulnerable exhaust port was located. Notwithstanding, the tank was able to take and deal a tremendous tremendous amount of punishment, it's primary weapon flash vaporizing most targets on impact. The plasma mortars could be arced high into the air and walked towards a target, magnetically guided in a ballistic trajectory, a large, compressed blob of superheated plasma contained within a magnetic field. On impact, the magnetic bubble would dissipate, venting the fury of a superheated detonation which vaporized or burnt everything within the blast radius, leaving a smouldering, glassy crater. The concussive force alone from a single impact was enough to shatter bone and damage the internal organs of any unfortunate enough to be around the targeted area.

This Wraith was still not combat ready, and would be deployed later in the upcoming battle. 'Ixhusee and his friends now looked to N'thro 'Riparee for orders.

  • 05.16.2011 1:23 PM PDT

Sorry for the long winded description of the Ghost and Wraith, I'm doing a tremndous amount of scene setting for the upcoming battle.

Thanks to Halo Nation/ Halopedia for weapon/vehicle spec. and Philip Pullman's Subtle Knife for the description of the SpecOps Sangheili armor.

If you're reading out there, please comment and feedback. Nice to know.

  • 05.16.2011 1:26 PM PDT

"The Best fight is the one you avoid, this how ever will never apply to halo"
-Ghost


Posted by: X4N03R
Sorry for the long winded description of the Ghost and Wraith, I'm doing a tremndous amount of scene setting for the upcoming battle.

Thanks to Halo Nation/ Halopedia for weapon/vehicle spec. and Philip Pullman's Subtle Knife for the description of the SpecOps Sangheili armor.

If you're reading out there, please comment and feedback. Nice to know.

I Love it, please continue

  • 05.16.2011 3:57 PM PDT

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  • 05.16.2011 5:01 PM PDT

PART 5
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'Ixhusee felt a sense of almost religious awe as the powerfully built Zealot strode over to him and his companions, laden with weapons, and handed each of them a long barreled rifle, with pink, crystalline shards protruding from just forward of the stock, much like 'Majotee's Type-33 Needler. 'Ixhusee had heard of this weapon - this was a Type-31 Needle Rifle, firing similar unconventional pink, glassy needle-like projectiles to the Type-33. It was deadly accurate, even between shots, and was capable of sustaining a fully automatic rate of fire. A single shard to the head could dispatch most targets instantly, while only three well-placed shots would result in a supercombine detonation. A lone needle would also later detonate in flesh, throwing off micro-shrapnel and causing damage to all but the most heavily-armored foe. Like the Needler, it was unique amongst Covenant weapons in that it required reloading from an ammunition canister or caddy, as opposed to normal battery charged plasma weaponry. The Zealots now crowded round were also armed with these rifles, and 'Ixhusee now noticed the silence that had fallen over the encampment as 'Riparee, likewise armed, began to speak.

"Our battle today must be swift and decisive. There must be no doubt, no margin of error! The insolence of these Humans as they thwart our attempts at the prize cannot go unpunished - do not be disturbed by the presence of these "Demons" - they too will be ground as dust beneath our heel, we will scatter them like chaff before the wind! Let your aim be true, as each victory is a step along the blessed path towards Salvation! Come! Let this day be settled with actions, not words!"

'Ixhusee felt himself rally to the time-honoured call of the Zealot mantra, his pulse quickened, and long with the rest of the Zealot company he let out a roar of joyous exultation.

The Sangheili charged across the bare earth of the shipbreaking yard en masse, smaller contingents breaking off into separate battle formations which would individually penetrate through the metal barrier offered by the length and breadth of the decrepit Human vessel.

A gruff voice sounded in 'Ixhusee's ear, "With me, Warrior! My squad." and he peeled off to join the charge alongside N'thro 'Riparee, his brothers in their masks, and two other Zealots. They traveled at speed, raising a cloud of red dust in their wake, but blurring past them with a shriek was the Ghost, and it accelerated past them to overtake, leaving the after-burn and vapour trails of it's anti-gravity engines like ribbons of blue-white flame streaming behind it.

Their rag-tag squad stormed down an incline and up again, following in the path of the Ghost, and met with the sight of multiple human structures, a jumble of metal sheeting, concrete and chainlink fence, while scaffold and towering cranes offered vantage points over the battlefield. From in front and behind came the unmistakeable report of the ubiquitous Needle Rifle, with 'Kajalee's main body of troops providing cover fire from the derelict human vessel at their backs, and 'Riparee's Zealots entering the fray immediately to the fore. The cacophony of needle fire and pink tracer shots was punctuated every so often by the scorching blast and flash of light from a Type-52 Special Applications Focus Rifle somewhere high on the deck of the Commonwealth - a high powered long range beam rifle - the sizzling gaseous fuse and dull thump of Plasma Grenade detonations, and occasional retort burst of staccato fire from a Human weapons system.

'Ixhusee jostled for position as they thundered towards the fracas, and was rewarded with his first glimpse of the carnage. A wide open courtyard area was encircled by Human structures of a tangle of chainlink fence to the right, wide hangar bays to the left and front, and a small access point in the form of a darkened corridor, barricaded with concrete bulwarks, also on the left, which was highlighted by his heads up display as where the human console they needed to capture was located in order to gain further access to the structures. This was easier in principle than in practice, as this fortified position was heavily defended by a squad of stalwart human defenders. Demons.

As 'Ixhusee watched the scene of unfolding chaos before him, the Demons returned fire with projectile bursts from their weapons at the Zealots assaulting their position. At the same time, yet more green-clad human warriors poured forth from the hangar bay to the left and engaged multiple Zealots with stuttering crackles of weapon fire and even hand-to-hand combat. There was the cook and flash of grenades on both sides, the blue plasma of the Sangheili and the concussive blasts of the Human's explosive throwing dirt and corpses high into the air, stunning, disorientating and confounding the combatants. Needle rifle rounds cut pink lines through the smoke, and 'Ixhusee saw at least one Demon fall, framed in a beamed blast from a Focus Rifle. But still more Zealots succumbed to the Demon's tactics and overlapping concentrated fire, and 'Ixhusee realised with a sudden thunderclap of revelation; despite being overwhelmed by superior numbers and firepower, and insurmountable odds, the Humans were winning.

The latest Human arrivals to the fray, most of the Demons who had issued forth from the open hangar bay on the left had dispatched at least two or three Zealots, and started to engage a fresh wave of Sangheili warriors with renewed vigour, when, with a purr climaxing in a snarl of anti-grav engines, the Ghost cleaved like a blade straight into the heart of the fray. It's front-mounted scythelike wings cut down three Demon warriors before it careened into the side of the Human structure. At first 'Ixhusee wondered at the reckless daring but also the lack of skill on the part of it's rider, but as it drew sluggishly away from the impact the Sangheili realised why the Ghost had crashed; it's fourth inteded victim had dodged and vaulted onto the chassis of the vehicle with uncanny reflexes, and unseated it's pilot - who now lay crumpled at the base of the Human buildings - and was now preparing to turn it's devastating twin repeating plasma cannons on the unsuspecting Sangheili.

However, in a remarkable twist of fate, the new occupant of the vehicle was about to suffer the same unfortunate demise as his late predecessor. 'Ixhusee's sharp eyes saw what the Demon's did not, three faint shimmers in the air surrounding his recent acquisition. As he engaged the Ghost's weapons systems, one of these unkown forms mounted the rear of the cockpit, and in a blur of motion unhorsed him, driving the air from his lungs and booting him to the dirt. Another of the forms approached this prone figure, decloaked, and Iegu 'Majotee drove an Energy Dagger through the Human's spine.

  • 05.17.2011 1:08 PM PDT

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

Damn, this story just picked up in a huge degree. Awesome stuff so far.

  • 05.18.2011 11:56 PM PDT

This has got to be THE best piece of writing I've ever read in the Bungie forums. Your use of language is brilliant, and how you lay it out is truly astonishing. You write so much better than hundreds of proper authors I've seen. No, I am not exaggerating, this is just great. Your work is phenomenal.

I've been trying to get off my bum and start drumming up a few short stories for this forum, and you just inspired me. And I would wish I could write only as half as well as you. You deserve far more than what little views you seem to be receiving right now. This should be noticed by Bungie. Simply awesome stuff.

And again, please keep going. I'll love to see you write other pieces. You're doing a fantastic job.

  • 05.19.2011 5:05 AM PDT

Wow, thanks for the responses. I will try and reply to each of them individually, since you took the time to read and comment!

Here goes.

  • 05.19.2011 6:09 AM PDT


Posted by: physco gerbils
this is a great peice of writing and I cant wait until the next peice is written..!


Thankyou very much!

  • 05.19.2011 6:10 AM PDT


Posted by: OfTheBloodguard
Wow, man. This is really good so far.


Thankyou!

  • 05.19.2011 6:10 AM PDT

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