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.
Well, after finally reading First strike, I think I can write a good FF. I will be dedicating about 2 days a week onto this. I have a rough idea where this story goes, so bear with me if some parts are short. Any feedback would be appricated.
Chapter list:
Prolouge
Prologue:
0558 hours, October 22, 2552 (Military calendar) / Sydney, Australia, Earth, ONI HQ courtyard
"So, you hear about Reach?"
"Who hasn't? The whole damn world is freakin' out. Earth is next, according to those ONI spooks".
Paul Simmons checked his MA15 for the 100th time that morning. It was times like these that made a person feel bored. What could he do, sitting on Earth while the Covenant did who knows what off-system? Instantly his mind flashed back to Harvest. Shuddering, he blocked those thoughts out; they brought back too many painful memories. He looked at his close friend, Robert Adams. He knew him from childhood; they had enlisted together on Earth. Robert was a professional in his line of work: demolition. While Robert had never seen a planet get glassed, he knew that it was terrfying. Paul was not as lucky, having seen Harvest get glassed by the Covenant onslaught.
As he contemplated his past, the early morning sun rose and cast a shadow over the tall, hexagonal ONI building. The courtyard was built for defense: It had an arrange of AA turrets and weapon stocks on certain key points along the long narrow pathways. Robert gave Paul a nudge as dull red lights lit up the small area. Sighing, Paul followed Robert into the enourmous mouth of the ONI building.
They joined a large group of Marines inside the bluish domed hall. Straining his neck, Paul could just make out an ONI official, talking into a megaphone. "Marines, a few minutes ago we got word of a Covenant fleet near Io. They are sitting just outside of shooting range like the cowards they are." A large gasp erupted across the crowd, followed by jeers at Covenant species. "Now, You remember what they did to our colonies? How they mercilessly burned our planets until they were no more than broken glass? I don't know about you, but after what they did to Reach, I think its time to show those damned alien bastards that humanity can put up a good fight!" More cheers sounded throughout the hall. Hope surged in Paul. "Earth is our last stronghold; our last hope of ever winning this war. If those split-lipped freaks touch our surface, they won't know what hit 'em! Your job is to defend this city if they do get through. The fate of humanity relies on you Marines. So get tactical, and get ready to defend your species!" Cheers exploded throughout the crowd. Cheering, Paul could see the ONI official talking on his ear phone. A grin spread across his face. Grinning, the official shouted through the mega-phone; "Marines, we have gotten our first visuals on the covenant fleet!"
View screens flickered to life across the hall, showing the vast enemy fleet. Several screens zoomed in on the human fleet, which was alligned to face the oncoming vessels. As the firsts shots fired from the Super-MACs hit an Assualt carrier, marines throughout the hall whooped with delight. A lone frigate swiveled around the fleet, firing their payload on the vessels shields. A corvette went down in flames, but the battle was only begging. The fleet leader, a Large Assualt Carrier, fired its aft weapons towards an UNSC Destroyer. Longswords flew through the fleets to engage oncoming Seraphs. In a few minutes, the Covenant fleet had been knocked down to half. The battle seemed won. Victory was so close.
All hope was gone when several Covenant cruisers smashed through a Super-MAC platform and headed to the surface.
[Edited on 06.01.2011 10:54 PM PDT]