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Subject: [FF] Red Actual (The Story Continues with Chapter 5: Another Snag)

Foreward
This is my first time actually writing something this big. I have always wanted to do it, and now because of summer I actually have the time. I don't plan on it being perfect, or becoming a big hit like some of the other fan fictions on here. But I do hope I will entertain people with this story. I have constantly referenced back to the lore of the story to make sure what I'm saying is accurate. Please feel free to add any creative criticism, I am open to it. And without further ado, I give you Red Actual.

Dear Diary (Another Fan-Fiction of mine)


Chapters

Chapter 1 - Bravo 001
Chapter 2 - Free Falling
Chapter 3 - And They Say Spartans Never Die
Chapter 4 - Double Time
Chapter 5 - Another Snag



Prologue

0558 Hours, August 30, 2552 (Military Calendar) / UNSC Pillar of Autumn , Epsilon Eridani System

Carper, also known to non-Spartans as Beta Red Actual, stood anxiously in the docking bay of the UNSC Pillar of Autumn along with the rest of his squad. Carper quickly surveyed the members of Beta Squad. Like all of the Spartans they were built like an Olympic athlete and wore the state-of-the-art MJOLNIR Mark V armor that multiplied their speed, strength, and reflexes to an inhuman capacity. Each member of Beta Squad had painted a large, blood red stripe down the right side of their armor, which was mostly faded and worn away now from previous battles.

All of Beta Squad, as well as every Spartan in the docking bay, were awaiting orders from John. John, or to most of the UNSC fleet as the Master Chief, was the Spartan's leader. He wasn't the strongest or the fastest Spartan, but he had something about him. Something that made you want to do whatever he said, even if you knew you were going to die from doing it. Carper could see why Halsey and Mendez had appointed him as the leader.

Every Spartan could hear John and Captain Keyes' -who was on the view screen- plan to initiate Cole Protocol and purge the space-docked Circumference of any data that could lead the Covenant to Earth, as well as sending a group of Spartans to fight off the Covenant on Reach. Reach was their only main defense against the Covenant. Everyone knew that if it fell to the aliens, humanity was doomed for extinction. And every Spartan was more than willing to sacrifice their life in order to save Reach.

Carper watched as John finished talking with Keyes and the screen flickered off. The Master Chief turned to face them. Immediately every Spartan stood at attention. Carper noticed Spartan-087, Kelly, step out toward John.

"Master Chief sir," She began. "Permission to lead the operation to purge the Circumference, sir."

Carper admired her courage to be a part of that mission. Spartans were known for their success on the ground not space.

"Permission denied," John replied. "I'll be leading that one."

Kelly stepped back in line. "Understood."

"Spartans," John began. He scanned the faces of every last Spartan. They were the best soldiers humanity had to offer. But was it enough to stop a full on alien invasion? "We don't have much time. Linda, James, you're with me. Everyone else, you will be fighting on Reach. Fred, I'm appointing you Red Team Leader. Everyone get ready and gear up!"

"Attention!" Kelly shouted.

Every Spartan stood straight and gave John a sharp salute. John paused a second and returned the gesture to them. Then, as one, the Spartans began gathering their gear and making their way to the dropships that awaited them. Carper grabbed his helmet and stuck it on his head. A quiet hiss sounded as the helmet sealed shut with his armor. He then turned to his team who was awaiting him.

"You heard the Chief, Beta!" He barked. "Grab your gear and put on your buckets. It's time to save the world."

If only they knew what was waiting for them.


[Edited on 07.08.2011 5:46 PM PDT]

  • 06.21.2011 9:26 AM PDT
Subject: [FF] Red Actual (THE EPIC STORY CONTINUES WITH CHAPTER 5)

Chapter One: Bravo 001

0613 Hours, August 30, 2552 (Military Calendar) / UNSC Pelican Dropship, Epsilon Eridani System Above Reach's Atmosphere


Carper began the Spartan ritual of checking his gear for any problems that might appear. Chief Mendez had always taught them to check their gear before an op. Because if you find something wrong with your equipment during a fight, -as Chief Mendez put it- you'll be in some deep -blam!-. Not having a weapon that fired properly could cause the result of death, even for a Spartan. Carper shook his head and tried to erase that thought.

"Spartans don't die," He whispered to himself. "They're just-"

"Missing in action." A voice beside him finished his sentence.

Carper looked at the Spartan beside of him. The voice had come from Carper's best friend, Harv-015, who was tuned in to Carper's COM channel. Harv was a quiet Spartan that usually kept to himself, but that never got in the way of a mission. To most of the Spartans he was Red-Fifteen, Carper was one of the few people that called him by his first name. They created a strong bond thanks to Mendez's rigorous training exercises. Even though Harv rarely spoke, Carper usually could tell what he was thinking just by looking at him.

"That's right, Harv," Carper smiled and patted his friend on the back. "We never die."

Suddenly the dropship violently shuddered and Carper could feel his stomach dropping at an alarming rate. He instinctively grabbed for something above him to hold on to. He caught a long pole that stretched from the front to the back of the Pelican, he assumed that the pole was for situations like this, but he wasn't positive of it.

He frantically looked around at the rest of Red Team in the dropship. All of them apparently had the same idea, they were all holding on to something. All of them had their helmets on and all of them were ready for whatever was going to happen next. They were Spartans, this is what they had trained for.

"Mayday! Mayday!" The COM channel screamed. "This is Bravo One! We are being attacked by Seraphs! I repeat, we are being-"

There was a flash of light and afterwards a large explosion. Carper could see the cockpit had exploded in the result of decompression. The pilot was scattered around the cockpit, blood everywhere.

Carper noticed Spartan-029, Joshua, had made his way to the Pelican's controls and was trying to slow down the dropship from crashing. He moved the remains of the pilot and sat down at the controls.

"The Pelican's computer systems are all fried," Joshua said through the COM system. "I can't activate the auto-pilot. I can try to slow down the velocity of the ship, but its going to be a hard landing!"

"Do it." Fred replied.

After a few moments of messing with the controls Joshua knew that the landing would most likely result in the death of most of Red Team. His mind raced for other ideas for landing, and since Spartans couldn't grow wings, only one logical idea remained.

"Sir!" Joshua said over the COM. "I slowed the Pelican down, but at the speed we're going we'll end up just like the pilot if we remain in the Pelican."

"What exactly are you implying Spartan?" Fred asked.

"We jump, sir."

Red Leader pondered the idea for a moment. "This is going to be a hell of a ride gentlemen!" Fred yelled through the sound of roaring wind. "Red Team! We're no use dead to the UNSC! You heard Joshua! Grab your gear and prepare to make a high-altitude jump!"

All of the Spartans quickly followed orders. Carper grabbed a hold of his MA37 Assault Rifle and attached it to a magnetic weapon holder on the back of his armor. Then he grabbed his M6B Handgun and placed it on his right hip. Another magnet clicked as the pistol attached itself to the armor. He checked his supplies, he had a total of five magazines for his AR, three fragmentation grenades, and one extra clip for his sidearm.

They all bought the standard amount of equipment and ammo, because they would be able to obtain more once they landed on Reach. Carper wondered to himself if this was a bad decision, considering the current situation. But they were trained to improvise on the battlefield since their first week in boot camp. They all knew what to do in order to survive.

The bay doors of the Pelican began to slowly open. The sound of the wind flying past them became louder every second. Though naturally the Spartans helmets adjusted the sound coming into the helmet to make sure none of them suffered from loss of hearing. The air pressure began to become strong in the atmosphere, even for a Spartan, but their suits adapted to it in a heartbeat. Reach's atmospheric pressure was noticeably more than Earth's. Carper wondered if the pilot, hadn't he died from the explosion, would've died from the air pressure.

Red Leader walked to the back of the Pelican and stood near the open bay doors. He turned to look at the Spartans, and the Spartans turned and looked at him. Carper could see the world spinning outside the Pelican in the background.

"Alright Spartans!" Fred yelled through the COM system. "We're going to free fall to from the atmosphere to the ground! We are putting our trust in our armor and shielding to absorb the impact! Do I make myself clear?"

"Sir, yes sir!" The Spartans yelled in unison.

"Then why are we still on this Pelican? Let's move!"

Carper stood with the rest of the Spartans and formed a line in the Pelican. One by one each Spartan jumped out of the bay doors and into Reach's sky. Carper was momentary sent back to his first mission in boot camp and through all the training he had gone through that lead to this point. It was his turn to jump. And like every Spartan, he never hesitated.

[Edited on 06.23.2011 10:07 AM PDT]

  • 06.21.2011 11:37 AM PDT
Subject: Red Actual [FF]

Just to let you know, in the Fall of Reach, the date is stated as 2542. But this is a mistake and it should be 2552.

  • 06.21.2011 12:11 PM PDT


Posted by: Astrogenesis 1
Just to let you know, in the Fall of Reach, the date is stated as 2542. But this is a mistake and it should be 2552.

Thank you for pointing that out. I was using the book as a reference when I wrote the Prologue. Either way, do you have any creative criticism besides that?

  • 06.21.2011 12:14 PM PDT
Subject: [FF] Red Actual (CHAPTER 1 IS UP)

storys pretty good

  • 06.21.2011 12:15 PM PDT

i dont know alot about the books, is carper a real spartan

  • 06.21.2011 12:16 PM PDT


Posted by: HATFIELDER
i dont know alot about the books, is carper a real spartan


Beta Red Actual is a real Spartan, same with Red-Fifteen. Their names and numbers were never told in the story and thus I made the names and serial numbers up. I made sure that no other Spartan had these numbers. The rest of Beta Team is is consisted of 9 more unknown members. I will be making those up as I go.

  • 06.21.2011 1:02 PM PDT
Subject: [FF] Red Actual (THE EPIC STORY CONTINUES WITH CHAPTER 5)

Chapter 2: Free Falling

0628 Hours, August 30, 2552 (Military Calendar) / Reach's Atmosphere , Epsilon Eridani System

Carper spread his arms and legs out as wide as possible to help slow the speed of which he was falling. Above and below him 26 other Spartans did the same. They had all jumped out of a Pelican before during training. But in training they actually had a parachute to slow them down. This time they had nothing.

Above them Red Team's Pelican was free falling as well. They had made sure when they jumped out of it that they moved away from its trajectory. Nobody wanted to survive the landing just to die from a dead piece of machinery's explosion. Without a pilot the dropship was in the hands of Reach and its air currents, which didn't improve it's chances of survival.

"I guess ONI didn't think we would be free falling that much." A Spartan said over the COM.

"Why's that?" Someone replied.

"'Cause this armor weighs a ton, right? A whopping 1000 pounds. Honestly I don't think slowing down is going to help that much on the impact."

"Can it!" Fred commanded. "We're Spartans! We never die, do we men?"

"Sir, no sir!" Everyone replied.

All of the Spartans fell silent for a moment, watching Reach become bigger and bigger by the second. Below Carper saw occasional explosions, both caused by humans and aliens. They would be joining the fight soon enough.

For a few brief seconds Carper wondered about his parents and if they had died or not. He couldn't even remember their faces, much less their names. He didn't even remember his last name for that matter. Carper-041 was the only name he ever knew.

"Spartans," Red Leader called. "We need to slow down our speed more, create a large ring around each other and hold on tight."

The members of Red Team did as they were told. They all adjusted themselves to the same altitude and huddled around each other to form a gigantic, 27 Spartan halo in the sky. They had been taught this a long time ago by Deja, a dumb AI, during her lesson on free falling. Carper had always wondered what happened to Deja once her teaching was complete.

They were getting close to the ground now and Carper could see more detailed features of the location that they were about to land on. They were heading straight for a forest. Carper thought for a moment, they could use the branches to slow down their impact. It would be risky, but worth it. He opened his mouth to speak, but Fred had the idea before him.

"Red Team, adjust your shielding for maximum protection to your chest, back, and abdominal areas. We can use the trees to slow down our fall. Aim for the branches."

The Spartans did as they were told. In just a few seconds all of them had focused their shield energy to the designated areas. Carper looked down one more time. It was just a matter of seconds before they would all hit the trees.

Carper looked over at Harv, who was across from him in the circle of Spartans. Harv looked back and simply nodded. He was ready for what was about to happen. They all were. At the last possible second they broke their formation and Carper closed his eyes.

Each time Carper hit a branch an old memory struck his head like a lighting bolt. The impact of the first branch caused him to remember the electric batons his instructors in boot camp carried. Whenever he failed to listen to orders an instructor would hit them with an electric shock that caused so much pain he would do whatever he was told just to not be hit by it again.

The second time he hit a branch he remembered being dropped off in a random part of a forest. His mission was to find the rest of the Spartan trainees and find their way back to base using a Pelican. They had all received a part of a map, that when put together, showed the location of the dropship. They were told that the last one to make it on would be kicked out of the program and would no longer be a Spartan. When they found the Pelican they noticed it was being guarded by a few men, which once they injured a fellow Spartan, was stoned to death. They flew back to base with the help of Deja.

The third branch brought back a memory after the Spartans had received their augmentations. They played a game of Capture The Flag with their instructors. Of course to make it interesting the instructors were equipped in a Mark III prototype armor, complete with a Gatling gun that shot lethal rounds. The Spartans had worked together to shut off the lights in the facility and quickly stole the flag before the backup generators brought the lights back on.

The fourth branch knocked Carper out.

[Edited on 06.23.2011 10:08 AM PDT]

  • 06.21.2011 2:44 PM PDT

Chapter 3: And They Say Spartans Never Die
0651 Hours, August 30, 2552 (Military Calendar) / Somewhere on Reach, Epsilon Eridani System


Carper slowly began coming back into consciousness. He was week and disoriented, his mind struggling to remember what had happened. His head hurt badly and he believed he had a concussion. He tried to open his eyes, but they only opened enough to form a tiny slit. He quickly shut his eyes due to the harsh light created by Reach's sun.

He could hear the faint alarm warning him that his shields had failed and he could hear a bleeping sound coming from his motion tracker. His memory snapped back into focus. He and the rest of the Spartans crashed on Reach. Where were they? Did any of them survive? The motion tracker bleeped again as the radar line went around once more. Whatever the tracker was picking up, it was moving towards him.

He opened his COM channel to transmit a broadcast through a 25 meter radius, long enough so the unknown target on his motion sensors could pick it up.

"This is Spartan-041," Carper said weakly. "Please respond."

The blimp on his motion tracker paused for a split second. No sound played back on his COM channel. Carper watched as the target began moving faster toward his location.

"I said this is Spartan-041! Respond!"

Still no response. The creature was getting close to his location. He could hear the leaves rustling to his left. Carper's training kicked in. He rolled over on his stomach, ignoring all the pain it caused him and pushed himself upright. He then grabbed the Assault Riffle attached to his back and took cover behind a nearby tree, ready to flank the unknown enemy. The blimp was almost right on top of him. He held his breath.

The dot on the motion tracker was standing right were Carper just was. Carper held his position for a few more seconds and jumped out from behind his cover to fire at the enemy. The creature quickly spun around and pointed a M45 Tactical Shotgun at Carper's chest. Even though the thing was in full armor, Carper knew who it was.

"Marv," Carper said in surprise. They both lowered their guns. "Thank God it's you. I thought I was sending my signal to some Covie spilt-lip."

Marv simply shrugged and attached his shotgun on his back.

"Where is everyone?" Carper asked.

"We set up camp a little less than a klick away. Fred asked for volunteers to scout the area and find anybody that was missing in the group."

"Good," Carper paused for a second. "Has anyone been found dead?"

"Three Spartans so far."

"And they say Spartans never die."

Carper and Harv stood silent for a moment, remembering the Spartans that were lost in battle. Sam-034, Douglas-042, Jerome-092, and a few more had died due to the ruthless Covenant. Carper tightened his hands into fists.

"Let's head to base," He growled.

Harv led him about half a mile through the forest to the small, but organized campsite. Most of Red Team was there, Carper counted 21 out of the 27 Spartans that made Red Team, including himself and Harv. He noticed Fred looked like he was talking to someone, even though he was alone. Carper assumed he was talking on a COM channel.

Carper found his way to an old log and sat himself down on it and Harv followed suit. The log creaked beneath their armor. They both took off their helmets and placed them beside each other. Carper inhaled a large amount of air and slowly exhaled. He looked at the three dead, green armored bodies laying a few feet to the right of him. All of them were laid out with their legs together and had one hand on top of the other on the center of their chest. A traditional burying position, but there was no time for burying the dead in the mist of war.

"We got another one!" Someone yelled.

Carper and Harv both looked up. Two Spartans were making their way toward the campsite. They were carrying another dead Spartan. This one hadn't seemed to die from the impact like the others, but rather from a tree branch he must of hit on his way down. It was protruding from the right side of his ribs and blood covered his armor and the two Spartans' hands that carried him.

They laid him next to the others and began gently arranging the body like the rest of his dead brothers beside him. The camp was silent and some heads where sadly facing the ground. One of the Spartans that carried the dead body to the camp made his way to Fred.

"That's the last of them, sir," He said with regret. "Everyone else is accounted for."

"Very good," Fred replied, even though losing four Spartans before the mission had even started was never 'good'. Fred surveyed the remaining Spartans. "I have received our orders from NavCom."

Everyone's ears perked up and their backs straightened.

"Kelly and Joshua. You and I will form Team Alpha. Our job is to destroy a Covenant ship that is deploying troops in a nearby valley."

Both Kelly and Joshua nodded and began getting their equipment ready.

"Li, Anton, and Grace," Fred called out. "You will make Gamma Team. NavCom wants you to locate Vice Admiral Danforth Whitcomb and secure him until a Pelican can arrive and pick him up."

"Understood," They replied in unison.

"Team Beta," Carper's back became slightly straighter. "You will be tasked with defending the Orbital Defense Platforms' generators against any aliens that get in the way. This is extremely important, Beta. Without those, the UNSC can't fire their Super MAC rounds in space."

Carper began calibrating his HUD for the mission. He saw Harv from the corner of his eye doing the same. This was the biggest mission they had ever received. There was no room for any mistakes.

"Everyone else that is injured is in Delta Team. Defend our fall back point and make sure it is secure in case anything goes wrong. You guys know what to do. Make humanity proud."

And that was that. What was needed to be said was said. They all had their orders, now it was time to execute them. This mission would truly put the Spartans' skills to the test.


[Edited on 06.23.2011 10:10 AM PDT]

  • 06.21.2011 7:23 PM PDT
Subject: [FF] Red Actual (CHAPTER 2 IS NOW UP)

"I will show you how a true Prussian officer fights!"

"And i will show you where the iron crosses grow..."

- "Cross of Iron"

I like it so far. Keep it up.

  • 06.21.2011 9:43 PM PDT

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

Interesting. I like the TFoR feel to it.

  • 06.22.2011 4:29 AM PDT
Subject: [FF] Red Actual (THE EPIC STORY CONTINUES WITH CHAPTER 5)

Chapter 4: Double Time
0711 Hours, August 30, 2552 (Military Calendar) / Somewhere on Reach, Epsilon Eridani System


Beta Red Actual, Carper, ordered Spartan-025 to take point. Jason-025 followed orders and made his way to the front of Beta Team's formation. Carper had known Jason since one of the first days at boot. Jason's instincts were always keen, even by Spartan standards. Carper knew putting him in the front could potentially save everyone from falling into a trap.

They moved through the forest as quietly as they could, watching their every step. They all knew exactly where they needed to go. Thankfully their HUDs could produce waypoints and complete real-time maps of Reach using the satellites orbiting the planet. Even if all the satellites got destroyed, they still had the data stored in their on-board computer located in their armor. And if all else failed, they had an old-fashioned map and compass ready.

They were heading for one of the several Orbital Defense Generators. Their mission was simple and clear, protect that generator at all cost. They all knew how important those generators were. Reach had seven Orbital Defense Generators that in turn powered 20 Orbital Defense Platforms. Without them Reach wouldn't be able to fire it's Super MAC rounds from several of the Orbital Defense Platforms that shot them.

Jason quickly raised a closed fist. The military signal for "stop". Everyone crouched down and quietly grabbed their weapons. The Spartans surveyed the area around them. After a few seconds Carper was about to ask what Jason was looking for, but then his motion tracker made a tiny beep and a single red dot appeared on his sensors. Carper looked towards the direction of the movement his sensors picked up. He didn't see anything that looked like a alien, just trees.

Caper instinctively snapped his weapon toward to the sky as a bunch of native birds flew out of the trees and made a strange crowing sound. Something was nearby, Carper's training told him so. Mendez had taught them to observe the wildlife if they thought an Covie was nearby.

"Animals hate the Covenant as much as we do," Chief Mendez told them. "If you see them running or flying away from something, there's probably a split-lip somewhere nearby."

Carper hoped that it wasn't an Elite, or any other Covie for that matter. He knew that 11 Spartans could easily take down one Covenant alien, but once you fired a loud gun there almost a guarantee that some other alien hears it. They needed to make it to the generators as fast as possible. There was no time for a skirmish in the woods.

"Beta Squad," Carper whispered through their closed COM channel. "Do not fire unless you are using a suppressed weapon. We don't want to attract more attention than we have to."

He saw 10 little green lights flash on his HUD. They all acknowledged his order. The threat was close to them now, but none of them saw anything abnormal. Carper kept his eyes open, scanning the forest. Then he saw something he didn't want to. A large shiver of light.

"10 o'clock!" He spoke though the COM. "It's got camo!"

The team focused their aim on the left side.

"If you see it, fire at it once so it's shields will flare. That will allow us all to see its body. Once you see the gator light it to the ground."

Someone saw it. They fired a suppressed .50 round at it's chest. The shields flared a beautiful blue color and the Elite's silhouette became clearly visible. The split-lip raised its head toward the sky and made some kind of battle cry. But the roar transformed into a gargle as the combined fire of the squad tore through its crimson armor. The Elite grabbed its chest, which was gushing out purple blood, and fell to the ground.

"Status report." Carper said calmly through the COM system.

"Everyone is accounted for, sir." Laura, the squad's medic, replied.

"Good. That's enough delay on our part, Beta! We need to make it to those generators! Double time!"

The Spartans quickly resumed formation and headed toward the waypoint on their HUDs. That Elite was just their first contact of many in their current mission, they all knew it. But none of them worried about it, because Spartans never die.

Right?

[Edited on 06.23.2011 10:11 AM PDT]

  • 06.22.2011 10:51 AM PDT

Chapter 5: Another Snag
0749 Hours, August 30, 2552 (Military Calendar) / Somewhere on Reach, Epsilon Eridani System


Beta Team made their way through the thick forest as fast as possible, which -being a Spartan- was pretty fast. They had tried their best to avoid any trouble that might slow them down from getting to their objective and so far they had been successful. Carper wondered if there were more Covie Elites just waiting to ambush them somewhere in the middle of this godforsaken place. The last one they killed had camo, the others could easily have it too.

Carper still had Jason at point. Jason's instincts were unmatched to any Spartan in the UNSC. He was the one who had spotted the first Elite before it even showed up on the trackers, and the Elite even had camo. It amazed Carper how each Spartan seemed to have their own specialties in combat, even though they all were well-rounded soldiers.

Carper thought of his own team. There was Jason, a great Spartan with animal-like instincts. Harv, an amazing demolition specialist and engineer, could blow up or fix anything for you. Carper laughed at the irony of Harv's gifts, he could destroy things and then put them back together.

Carper thought of his own skill set for a moment. He was a natural born leader, which was why he was assigned to be Beta Red Actual. He was also a tactical mastermind on the battlefield. Sometimes -to other Spartans and militia- it was like he could read the enemies minds and plan counter-formations accordingly. He grinned at the thought of destroying his enemy's plan. That had always brought some sort of dark satisfaction to him.

"I got movement," Jason whispered through the COM.

Carper snapped back into reality and his training took over. He lifted his Assault Riffle and the aiming ridicule appeared on his HUD. He swept the area in front of him. Then he saw the cause of the movement.

"I got a squad of Grunts led by an Elite, 11 o'clock."

The Spartans faced their attention to the threat. The Elite was wearing the same crimson armor as the last one was. He had a Plasma Rifle attached to his right him. The Grunts weren't paying as much attention to their surroundings like the Elite was. Occasionally they would trip over a large tree root or branch.

"They're most likely looking for the Elite we killed a while back," Carper said and thought for a moment. "Beta, wait for them to pass. We'll attack them from behind."

Ten acknowledgement lights flashed. They sat quiet for a moment and waited for the small team of aliens to pass by them. Carper watched at the Elite said something in its native tongue and the Grunts stopped in their tracks. The Split-Lip readied its Plasma Riffle and the Grunts grabbed their Plasma Pistols. Carper's heart began beating faster and faster.

The Elite rose its head to the sky and did a roared like the last one did. Then it began charging the Spartan's position, the small Grunts making their way behind him. Carper raised his Assault Rifle at the Elite, who was now just a few meters away. He had forgotten how fast they were.

"Open fire!" Carper commanded.

The Elite's shields lit up as rounds deflected off of it. It never stopped to hide behind cover, it just kept charging at them. The Spartans continued to fire at the alien until its shields failed and the Elite hit the ground. The Grunts stopped their charge and looked at their fallen leader and looked back at the 11 Spartans staring right back at them, weapons ready. The Grunts tried to turn and retreat but they all died as fast as the Elite did.

"Why do they even have those worthless midgets anyway?" One of the Spartans asked.

"Because they multiply faster than flies," Another replied. "They're just used to make us waist our ammo."

"Well they died fulfilling their purpose," Carper said, reloading his AR.

Carper made his way to the dead Elite. The ground around it was soaked with sticky purple blood. The alien still had its weapon still in its grasp, which was typical for their species. They had to die with their weapon in their hand. Carper admired them in a way. They Elites were like his fellow Spartans, they were the best warriors of their race, they never gave up, and they both were incredibly fast and strong.

Carper turned away from the dead body and headed back to his team. After taking just a few steps he felt his body tingle a little bit and his shield bar began depleting. He dived to the right and spun around. He quickly aimed at the Elite's head and fired a single round right into its eye. Carper gave the Split-Lip one last look and began again walking to his team. They all had their weapons raised the the Elite as their leader walked back.

"Let's move it, Beta!" He said.

The team continued making their way out of the forest. The rest of their journey was quiet and peaceful, no more tiny Covie skirmishes slowed them down. After a while they could see an end to the trees. They quietly made their way to the tree line and Carper's eyes grew. His heartbeat began beating faster.

"Oh. My. God," He whispered.

They had run into another snag. This time, it was a big one.

[Edited on 06.23.2011 10:12 AM PDT]

  • 06.23.2011 7:05 AM PDT
Subject: [FF] Red Actual (The Story Continues with Chapter 5: Another Snag)

No u

Hey, sorry for not commenting earlier, i saw this a while ago and i thought it to be really good. Please keep it up. Great job.

EDIT: by the way, when is the next part coming out?

[Edited on 06.27.2011 9:30 PM PDT]

  • 06.26.2011 1:08 PM PDT

ZombieTM - Only zombie that doesn't like braaains... mhm huh? wait what?...

Could you please tell me how you used the links on the chapters, for my own fan faction.

  • 07.02.2011 11:34 PM PDT


Posted by: I4xPixel
Could you please tell me how you used the links on the chapters, for my own fan faction.

Go to your recent post, and find the post of your chapter. Click on it and it should send you to the thread with the post being the first thing you see. Just copy the hyperlink and use it in a named hyperlink on the OP. There you go.

  • 07.08.2011 5:44 PM PDT