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Subject: (FF)AFTER REACH

This is set after the downfall of Reach, a story created by me and my friends about our spartans; however, anyone can join in at any point with stories centred around their own spartans.

This is my first thread/post so please be kind.

  • 05.06.2011 1:35 PM PDT

"O power that lies at the root of all creation, O memory inscribed in ages past, hear my call and arise before me... Ancient Catastrophe!" - Rita Mordio

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If you're unsure about what we mean, feel free to ask.

Also, I act as Mr Matthew's spell checker and editor.

It's for the best, trust me.

Happy now, Matthew???

[Edited on 05.09.2011 2:06 PM PDT]

  • 05.06.2011 1:39 PM PDT

[Start File]

K:"The barren wastelands that are Reach. The Covenant believed that they had wiped out all resistance when they glassed the planet; however, there were still signs of life on the planet."

M:"What's with the monologuing, Kyra?"

K:"For documentary purposes you understand, ONI's orders."

M:"Pretty ridiculous orders if you ask me."

The spartan in red armour stood up wearily. He was known as Cat Boi Matthew, and he had just survived the glassing of Reach.

M:"Kyra, life signs?"

K:"Just Covenant. I'm not getting anything on the motion tracker either. We should be careful."

His AI, Kyra, was heavily restricted by the lack of sensors in his suit. 'She' was more suited on a Cruiser. She made do however, she had to, and she had saved his life many times. Not that He would agree.

Matthew headed over to the east where he had set up a small camp. However, as he approached his motion tracker picked up a flicker of movement. He dropped to the ground and moved carefully over to a nearby rock overlooking his camp and peeked over the edge. Two elites stood about, inspecting the camp.

M:"Damn..."

He readied his DMR, a custom variant which fired non-standard .50 cal rounds and was equipped with a large, integral suppressor. It had served him well so far.
Peeking out again he aimed his weapon at the nearest Elite. It spoke to the other in an alien tongue, possibly giving out orders. There didn't appear to be any other Covenant forces around, so this was probably a light patrol. The Covenant probably didn't expect any resistance after what they had done, so thankfully they weren't out in force.
Matthew fired his weapon. The Elite's head appeared to explode. Neither Elite had their weapons drawn or shields active; big mistake. The second Elite turned its attention to the shots' origin. Nothing but the unmoving silence. All was still. The Elite raised its repeater and swung left and right, struggling to find its adversary.
It moved slowly forward, taking each step gingerly, before a red figure de-materialized out of the air, knife raised and charging. Matthew knocked the repeater from the Elite's hands before plunging the knife deep into its chest.
The Elite fell to the ground dead as Matthew reclaimed his blade, making sure the area was devoid of threats as he went. His motion tracker returned nothing, he appeared to be safe for now.
As he looked over his fallen enemy his radio burst into life:

>:"This is UNSC Thunder 4 calling any UNSC personnel, we have an evac set up at co-ordinates 2.5.0, 6.8.2, Lima Zulu 7. We will remain at this location until further notice. This message repeats.":<

M:"Kyra?"

K:"The designated location is approximately 200 miles south-west of our current location. I have uploaded a recommended route to your HUD."

M:"Well then, I've got a lot of walking to do..."

[End File]

  • 05.06.2011 2:53 PM PDT

wats that mean bud

  • 05.06.2011 2:54 PM PDT

"O power that lies at the root of all creation, O memory inscribed in ages past, hear my call and arise before me... Ancient Catastrophe!" - Rita Mordio

The Anime Community

You know, about posting stories based on your own spartans surviving the glassing of Reach.

But it's pretty clear I'd say.

  • 05.06.2011 4:08 PM PDT