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Subject: Seeing Things Through (Halo Reach Fan Fiction) Chapter 2 is up!

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Chapter 1
Evacuation

Planet Reach
Outskirts of New Alexandria
July 28 2552



Shrieks arose from the crowd in front of him, the thousands rushed past the lone Helljumper at a dangerous speed. Those who fell, or were shorter then others were trampled under the feet of the many. Maxwell tried his best not to look, stick to his job.

"Everybody! Keep moving! The civilian evac transports are just past this bridge! Keep moving, let's go, let's go!" He cleared a small area large enough to pull an old man off the ground, before he could mutter a thanks through his gray beard he was pushed forward by other civilians.

Maxwell took a short glance back at Sullivan, who wove shining glow sticks, and pointed in the direction of a large orange and white UNSC transport. As a fight broke out in the crowd between two men he rushed in and blocked the two from each other, yelling at them over the consistent screaming of the crowd to get their asses moving!

"Covie Bastards!" Maxwell thought, "How could anybody, any THING do this?" he took a quick assessment of the situation, "All this for what?" The civilians of New Alexandria pushed past him, and one knocked him on the shoulder as she ran by, sending him sprawling and almost tripping into the massive crowd. He checked to see if his DMR was still secured on his back, he sighed in relief, it was. If he lost it under the feet of the civilians, it would be crushed, or picked up and used. The things people will do to save themselves when their lives' or their family's lives are at stake are incredible. An opportunity like that wouldn't be passed up.

As he looked beyond the bridge, across the shore, he could just barely make out the city of New Alexandria in the dying light. He let out a whoosh of air, doing his best from becoming overwhelmed. Covenant have made it on to Reach, "I guess I shouldn't be surprised, it was only a matter of time before they found Reach,"

When it was announced The Covenant had been spotted on Reach by a Spartan reconnaissance team, and Winter Contingency declared, the news hit home. The majority of Maxwell's life was spent on Reach, his father always told him that his grandfather had been on Reach when it was first colonized, and brought his entire family. Reach meant something to him, which was why he enlisted in the first place.

Rain hit his visor, bringing him back to the present. He looked up into the sky, seeing the light of Reach's moons just making its way through the darkness of the clouds. Again he sighed, the beauty, the calm before every storm, was truly remarkable on Reach. More drops hit his visor, and he activated his VISR, lighting up the darkness surrounding them. "Jinx" he whispered into his comlink, "Can we get a few of these spotlights on for light?"

The mischievous voice of the AI aboard the UNSC Cold Dawn sounded off in his ear, "You got it Lieutenant, anything else?"

"No, that's all for now,"

"Roger Bronze leader, over and out," a short burst of static made its way through the com as the other end cut out. After a few seconds lights on the end of the bridge shot forward, facing the civilians making their way through the bridge. Illuminating the bridge past what his VISR outlined. He gasped, "Dammit, this is gonna be a long night,"



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The crowd had lessoned, only Hundreds of the original thousands remained, mostly families, or older men or women. He turned around, focusing his attention elsewhere- his heart jumped, he reached for his sidearm and pulled it from its holster as something wrapped around his leg, he turned and pointed it at the head of a small girl, who looked to be around the age of four. She looked up at him with sad eyes; he lowered his weapon, mouth open.

"You'll protect us right?" she coughed, and a tear dropped from her eyes. "Can you save my home? My daddy's shop?" she leaned up against him and began sobbing.

He put his back knee to the ground and holstered his magnum, kneeling so he could look the small girl in the eyes, he put a finger under her chin, inching her head up. Her face and eyes were red, from tears. "I promise that..I'll do everything I can," She smiled, he smiled, "Now, can you tell me where your daddy is?"



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"What are you seeing Sara?"

"Same thing you are Morgrim," He smiled,

"Details please?"

"It looks like the Covenant are just, sitting here. You can take a look, I don't think you can see it from your angle though, Phantoms aren't even out of place, their in the same row they came in two days ago."

Morgrim looked through his helmet's built in binoculars out at the strike force. Elites slowly guarded the encampment, followed by their small grunt counterparts. They hobbled after their leader. One tripped over another, knocking the whole group to the ground. The Elite barked an order in the Covenant language at the grunts and held up his Plasma Rifle menacingly, the grunts scurried to get back in their formation with fear in their eyes. Morgrim chuckled, "What is it?" came his fellow Spartan's voice

"Eh, Grunts being Grunts" Sara chuckled as well at his description.

"Same here. anything useful?"

"Give me a minute," he analyzed further, "Sara, where are the sentries? Any on your end?"

"........No, maybe they were recalled? New orders?"

"Maybe.....Lets head back to camp; I'll fill in Highland Base"

"You got it Morgrim, over and out." Morgrim cut the link and moved on. Entering the large forest that spanned for miles in front of him. As he walked, he couldn't help but crush the dead leaves that covered the forest floor, there was only so much stealth he could do fully armored. "Well, at least I have camouflage," he said to himself, eyeing his armor color, which matched the evergreen trees. That occasionally he came across, and just barely could be made out among normal trees.

Look to next long post for continuaton!




[Edited on 08.31.2011 10:57 AM PDT]

  • 07.20.2011 9:42 PM PDT
Subject: New Writer

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

Good stuff so far.

  • 07.21.2011 1:27 AM PDT
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I killed him in the face!

Me likey.

  • 07.22.2011 8:33 AM PDT

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Thanks!

im beginning to write the next Chapter, I will post this and the following Chapter up in a seperate topic, with the title to give it a more appetising title then "New writer"

  • 07.22.2011 8:56 AM PDT

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


Posted by: Swine of War464
Thanks!

im beginning to write the next Chapter, I will post this and the following Chapter up in a seperate topic, with the title to give it a more appetising title then "New writer"
Just change the title by editing your first post. No need to make another thread.

  • 07.23.2011 1:21 AM PDT
Subject: Seeing Things Through (Halo Reach Fan Fiction)

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He hailed command, they responded faster then normal, "Zero-One-Three, what have you got for me?" responded a male voice from over the comlink, it was plagued by static, but the connection was there.

"Covenant Status: still passive sir, they haven't made a move yet. One thing to report, absence of sentries, possible reassignment? We don't know what their condition is, I'll report back as soon as we make a find."

"We'll be looking forward to it thirteen, Highland out." As soon as the connection was cut, Morgrim laughed,

"My ass," he said to himself, "Like they would really care, four reports, every morning, every night with the same answer, sometimes I wonder how Kitsun even stays awake," he thought to himself, whipping a branch that was in his way to the side.

He trudged through a small river, which only reached up to waist high on the tall Spartan III. He winced as he pulled his armored boot out of the mud on the bottom of the water, making a very audible sucking sound as his foot was released. He crouched, water reaching mid chest, as to not appear a large target to an enemy, should one be near. He stood, making a mental note to avoid that stream on his next trip back. Why did he have to take a different route each time?

He made it through quickly, trying to make as little noise as possible. Happy to see no movement on either side of the river, he moved on, yet every footstep was plagued with the dripping sound of small water droplets that clung to his armor.

The night was drowsy, a storm thundered off in the distance, and rain constantly pounded the already wet Spartan. He shrugged off the cold and the rain with an annoyed expression, only a matter of time before it started pouring. Which would most likely mess with his HUD.

As he approached the clearing they had used to make camp he stopped. Eyeing the rustling in the bush a few meters away.

"Rising" He said quietly, barely distinguishable.

"Moon" came the response he was looking for. Sara stood up to full height, roughly the same size as the already tall Spartan III, in both height and amount of muscle. Her maroon armor was trimmed with spots of gold, being the opposite of his forest and white set. She carried herself with an air of pride as she approached the campsite.

She reached into a pocket on her chest plate and removed a canister filled with a bright colored liquid. She activated it, and threw it into the center of the clearing. The container lit, shedding a dim, red light across the campsite and revealing the small tents the two Spartans used for shelter. That was all they had supply wise, everything else was loaded into their chest plates, or in their packs.

Sara removed her DMR from a strap on her back and sat down, Investigating its inner parts and mechanisms. Sara's fascination with the internal parts of weaponry always confused Morgrim.

"Again Sara?' he questioned as he sat down.

"Yes again Morgrim, I don't want my baby failing on me now do I?"

"Heh, you know the rifle's reliable enough to drag through anything, why waste your time?'

"Wasted time Morgrim?" She laughed, "If anybody's wasting time here, its you. We have been camped here for two days straight, sitting on our asses doing nothing, at least I'm prepared. What did you do?" She was right, "Commander, you really need to find some kind of hobby." She didn't look up from the rifle she held in her hands.

"I suppose your right,"

"Morgrim, you should know by now that I am always right." Morgrim couldn't see her face, but had no doubt she was smiling. He grunted at her response, and reached up to his helmet, and turning. A small rush of air released itself as his air tight helmet unsealed. His face was young, stern and battle scarred.

At the sound of his helmet unsealing, Sara unsealed her own, unaware she had even kept it on. Her blonde, almost white hair fell down to her shoulders. She flicked the tangled mess from her eyes with a twist of her head, and continued working.

Minutes passed, they turned to an hour, at an hour and a half, Morgrim slammed his fist down, "Damn it! We're Spartans what the Hell are we doing sitting here? We should be doing something! Stopping the Covenant advance in Quezon, or anywhere!" Morgrim was never patient, and in a foul mood ever since the assignment was given.

"Calm down Morgrim, were advanced Recon, were only about a kilometer from enemy lines! Think of how we--"

Movement in the brush. Both Spartans stood, holding their rifles at the ready. "Show yourself!" shouted Sara, the only answer they received was more movement, quickly it began retreating, Making a loud squawking noise as it fled.

"After it!" the Spartans raced after the movement, quickly putting on their helmets and knocking away brush and ducking under branches. Slowly advancing on the creature.

A large, armored fist reached out from the high grass to Morgrim's right and smashed into the Spartans helmet with incredible force. It knocked the Spartan back, and he tripped over his own feet. His shields were reduced to nothing.

A large Elite minor slowly walked out of the grass. "Keep going Sara!" He yelled as the Elite came closer. It clutched its fist, and its mandibles flailed around, as if in shock, "Aww, did I hurt your hand you son of a bit" He was pounced on. The Elite immobilized his arms, and legs, laughing as he did. As Morgrim struggled the Elite produced a long stream of foreign words from his mouth, recognizing a single one, "Human" The Elite slowly inched its hand towards his neck, trying his best to keep the Spartan from moving. He ignited his wrist mounted Energy blade, and Morgrim gained a bit of strength, "I won't die here!" his mind yelled.

He freed his arm and grabbed the Elite's wrist, twisting it to the point of it cracking. The Elite roared in pain and anger, but was unable to respond with another blow before the Spartan's gauntlet could land against the Elite's skull, just beside his split jaws. Morgrim grabbed the Elite's broken arm, and threw the Elite on the ground, in the very same patch of grass that he landed in moments ago. He ignited the Elite's wrist mounted blade by himself and forcing his weight on it, brought it down and slit the Elite's throat. It gasped and released one final dying breath, before laying still. He put his hands on the Minor's armored chest, gasping for breath. If that was anything but a minor, he had no doubt he would be dead by now. ".......that's 'Spartan' to you........Covie bastard,"

He pushed himself back on to his own feet, "Sara, you there?"

"Yeah, I'm alive, the movement was a jackal scout. when I saw he had friends waiting for him in a clearing, it got messy."

"Good to hear, I'll come to you."

Morgrim began to move jogging to Sara's position when he heard a noise behind him. He knew what it was as red dots filled his motion tracker. He picked up the pace, running at full speed to his partners position, as soon as he passed her he yelled, "Run! Follow me!"

Sara picked up her head from the dead Jackal, and sheathed her combat knife, wiping the Jackal's blood off her Bronze visor, and matching his speed seconds after he passed by.

In a desperate voice he yelled into his comlink, "This is Spartan zero-one-three, do you copy Highland?"

"Affirmative zero-one-three, this is Highland, go ahead."

"Highland, our position has been compromised, strike force is on the move directly behind us, moving back to camp two for immediate extraction!" A hail of Plasma flew past the two Spartans as all species of the Covenant open fired,

"Roger zero-one-three, dispatching Falcon now."

Sara analyzed every tree as it passed by, she was hit in the back by plasma, but she kept telling herself to keep moving, and don't look back. She glanced at Morgrim, and he was doing the same.

Finally a tree with a large letter "X" carved into its bark. She removed a detonator from her chest plate pouch, "First row of landmines" She clicked a large red button, "Armed!"

Behind them a large Elite Ultra planted his foot on the ground,

Boom! Both Spartan's laughed at the first few rows of the Covenant strike force were decimated by row after row of landmines.

Morgrim tripped and almost fell over a branch; before he could even lift his feet off the ground Sara grabbed his hand, resteadying him.

The sound of rotating blades entered the air in a sudden burst, "That's the Falcon!" yelled Sara over the Falcon's blades as well as the incoming plasma fire.

A sound dominating them all, a mounted turret spewed bullets, and when the Spartan's looked behind them, began tearing through the Covenant. The Falcon flew overhead and landed a few meters ahead. "Get on!" shouted a marine with an assault rifle. The Spartan's ran as fast as they could to the Falcon. They turned as soon as the first step on to the Falcon was made and began firing their DMRs, killing Covenant who were unshielded. The falcon took off, spinning and flying from the clearing.

"Dammit!" yelled Sara as Plasma Grenades broke through the trees. "Plasma Launcher! Pilot take Evasive action!"

It was too late, the Grenades stuck to the body of the Falcon, just before it was destroyed Morgrim saw several Phantoms flying towards them, Then the explosion.

Everything was a blur, wind rushed through the Falcons open doors as the Pilotless machine began spiraling out of control. "Lock armor!" Shouted Morgrim, almost being torn from the small handle he was holding on to. Then........Darkness

[Edited on 07.23.2011 9:12 PM PDT]

  • 07.23.2011 6:40 PM PDT

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Pardon any strange things such as missing periods during pauses and different punctuations missing, the original version had these, the program I use to convert my copy and pasted works deletes double periods and other things, I did not know this would happen so, pardon my mistake.

[Edited on 07.23.2011 9:01 PM PDT]

  • 07.23.2011 9:00 PM PDT

Good job! Thread saved.

  • 07.24.2011 1:34 AM PDT
Subject: Seeing Things Through (Halo Reach Fan Fiction) Chapter 2 is up!

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It feels good to finally post this up, let people know I'm still intrested in the story that I'm telling.

Chapter 2
Advance



Maxwell speed walked through what was left of the fleeing civilians, looking for the family that matched the little girl's description. The girl rode on his back, insisting it would comfort her if he did, and so she could be easily seen by her family.

Max turned his head at the sound of a loud noise coming from behind him. He could just barely make out the civilian evacuation transport shifting as its engine's began to power up.

"This is UNSC Silver Hawk, prepping for take off." Max got on his com,

"Good luck to you Hawk, have a safe trip,"

"Good luck to you too Bronze team, your gonna need it"

He nodded to the transport and turned his back, still carrying the now drenched child. Ahead of them, is that It was, the family, at the sight of her little girl, a woman rushed towards him. He went to one knee and the girl hopped off his shoulders. The mother grasped her little girl and lifted her up into the air, embracing the child with all her might. Tears began to leak out of her eyes, "Don't........Don't you dare do that to me, never again Sylia, never again!" she swayed with her child, and looked up to thank the ODST who found her daughter, but he was already gone. Only his pack and the top of his helmet could be seen through the crowd. She looked down and once again began swaying, singing a lullaby under her breath.

Maxwell pushed his way to Sullivan, who began redirecting civilians to the second transport with his glow sticks. "Long night huh?' He said as he passed,

"No kiddin' Max," replied the ODST, nodding to his passing comrade.

It was at that moment that Maxwell stopped, hearing a sound off in the distance. He strained to hear it over a crying child who wailed as he passed.

He grabbed his helmet and slowly removed it from his head, "Sully?"

"Yeah sir?"

"What is that?" A spotlight lit the bridge, and civilians looked up in shock at the sudden increase of light. A short, uncomfortable silence dragged on, one that seemingly lasted forever, Max's heart thumped harder then normal

A long piercing scream of a young woman broke the silence, and Maxwell's suspicions were confirmed,

"Phantom!"



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A long, slow breath escaped the Spartan, a long huff as artificial air filled her lungs. Her shields were down; Vitals at a normal level though. She had gone unscathed, at least to her knowledge.

She moved her head, arms and fingers, legs and toes. Everything intact; she pushed herself up off the ground and turned her head to the wreckage of the falcon behind her. The Engines were in flames; no way would the bird ever make it off the ground again.

She stood up, looking for survivors. She looked to the falcon's pilot first, though the cockpits glass was totally cracked by a large tree branch, she had to know for sure. She grabbed the branch and with a small flick of her wrist, broke it in two, then forced the cockpit open. The pilot was dead, covered in gore, impaled by the same tree branch that destroyed his window. She let go and the cockpit swung closed on its broken hinges.

She searched the clearing, three Marines dead, but where was the forth?

"AAAAAUUUUUGGGHH" a gurgling scream arose from the brush to her left. The Spartan didn't jump at the horrifying sound. She learned a long time ago she was the biggest, scariest thing out there, no sudden noise would scare her.

Sara searched the brush until she found the Marine, his skin was filled with multiple, cherry-red lacerations, caused by his unfortunate landing into a thorn patch, Sara checked the plant, and to her dissatisfaction, were filled with poisonous thorns.

His legs were at odd angles, as well as his arms. His eyes were full of fear and pain as he brought in long breaths, when he exhaled; he made a gurgling sound, blood in his lungs.

She leaned down and removed her helmet in front of the Marine's face. His eyes widened at some shock within his brain. She smiled; it was a short, glum one at best.

She leaned down to the Marine's ear and whispered, "Bear your sins," an old saying she and her partner had shared.

The marine's face was a questioning one. But she didn't answer. She brought her armored fist down on to the Marine, killing him instantly, ending his pain, and bearing his sins before whatever final master their was.

He would have never made it, and even by a miracle he did he would be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. It was the better way to go. She looked down with a somber expression and grabbed her heavy grenadier helmet from the grass.

She followed her HUD to the final living being in the clearing, which she had purposely saved for last. Because he could take it, he was a Spartan, after all, "Don't think I forgot about you."

She found the Spartan laying in the grass, silently waiting for her. He didn't respond to her goading. But removed his hand from a rapidly bleeding wound in his stomach, "Ugh, that doesn't look too good Morgrim," She went down to one knee and began inspecting the wound in the Spartan's body glove. "Sorry to say this but we have to do this fast.........This.. is gonna hurt" she reached down and grabbed a large piece of metal that had lodged itself into Morgrim's gut. She jerked and ripped the shrapnel from his stomach. The Spartan screamed in pain, and began breathing heavily; Sara acted fast and inserted a container of bio-foam into the wound. The Spartan screamed again, less intense this time, as the foam entered his body, sealing up the wound, and whatever internal bleeding he had.

"Damn! I thought you were going to leave me here after how long you took!"

"Shut up and get moving," she ordered, pulling the Spartan to his feet and pushing him into the direction of the Falcon. "Find a weapon that's still working and let's move before the Covenant track us down!"





[Edited on 09.01.2011 8:45 AM PDT]

  • 08.31.2011 10:50 AM PDT
Subject: Seeing Things Through (Halo Reach Fan Fiction)

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Maxwell dragged himself out of the raging current of the river, pulling himself ashore. His mind was blank, his body driven without reason. Adrenaline told his body to move, and for the past few minutes he became heartless. His blood smeared armor, and the tear in his conscious was his consequence.

He abandoned them. He jumped off the bridge to save himself. He looked at his hands only to throw them down in total disgust. The ODST didn't want to look into the waters he had just pulled himself out of, but his eyes wrenched towards it. Bodies, hundreds, rushed past the ODST, none alive. The water carried them on, pushing them out to open water.

Off, near the bridge, the remaining parts of the civilian evacuation transports burned brightly, spreading their flames on to the grass that surrounded it.

He couldn't do anything about it; the Covenant's forces ripped through backup defenses, launched infantry on to the evac platforms and began slaughtering soldiers and innocents alike. To save himself he threw himself into the river below him. Hoping his armor would save him where countless other innocents died, jumping off to hopefully save themselves.

From what he heard before the com went dead was the UNSC had known about a planned attack, and recon teams have gone to Hell. The last thing he heard was a scream of terror from an unknown voice before plunging into the chilling currents.

He came up to one knee, placing it firmly below him, and pushing himself to his feet. He grabbed his sidearm and ripped it from its holster, it was his only weapon. He threw down his rifle before leaping from the bridge, and his knife was torn from its leather sheath in the river.

He held on to the weapon, grasping it tightly enough to turn his knuckles white. Then began dragging his tired body up the steep incline, looking towards the bridge and heading in its direction.


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General Wallis Kitsun sat at his desk, face in his hands, waiting for his next update. He looked up as the holo-projector at the front of his desk sparked to life. The AI was not a humanoid, but rather a shield, as it spoke, it pulsated with every few words. "Sir, we have lost contact with the following teams: Spartan Recon Krayt, Sabercross and Warhammer. Each of their Falcons we're knocked from the sky by Covenant anti-air weaponry.

Warning: All squads have reported a lack of sentries, followed by the movement of the fire teams they have been monitoring.

Warning: Evacuation zone Foxtrot has been compromised; last reports were screams, and words I could not make out. The Covenant has begun their advancement into New Alexandria's suburbs.

I will contact you when I have further information,"

"Thank you, Severis."

"You are quite welcome General,"

Kitsun pounded his fist on the desk, their were quite a few times when he wished he could have programmed set of emotions, like his calm AI's, instead of concentrating, all he thought of was missing a detail, or making the wrong conclusion.

He had mobilized all forces under his control, but it took time for them to prepare, and by the time they would get their, squads would be dead, and transports destroyed. He sighed, if they already haven't that is.

In an attempt to calm himself, he grabbed the folders that gave information on the three missing teams, and flipped open one titled "Sabercross" He briefly scanned the names of the duo. Morgrim-013 and Sara-248, He skimmed over the bio, reading what information wasn't classified. Large paragraphs including ingredients, and special augments to the Spartans' chemicals were entirely blacked out, along with certain missions, or training exercises. Their date of birth was also classified, but they were both enlisted in the year 2535, one from the planet of Earth, the other from Jericho VII.

He closed the folder and sighed, trying to relieve the hot feeling he had in his stomach from the constant stress of the past few days. It would only get harder from here, he kept telling himself. He had to be ready. He looked down and pushed the folder in front of him away, it slid across his desk into the pile of folders from several other Reconnaissance teams. He was no longer interested.

He spun his chair around to face the window of his office, staring out into the night sky. The stars could only be seen from small openings in the clouds, and you could clearly see the downpour of rain off in the distance. He closed his eyes, enjoying the calm before the storm

  • 08.31.2011 10:51 AM PDT

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

I'm glad you're still interested in this. Let's see some more progress!

  • 09.01.2011 3:24 AM PDT

Good work. Nice to see this starting off again!

  • 10.01.2011 4:02 AM PDT

Thread saved. I love fanfics. Even joined a group for them.

  • 10.05.2011 7:38 PM PDT