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Subject: Halo: Embers
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I am starting my first story here on Bungie.net, and thought that before I write it fully I should give you guys a taster (and receive some feedback).

The plot will revolve around a young ODST who is stationed above Earth when the covenant first attack the planet. However, instead of dropping in Africa like most of his kind, his squad is directed by ONI to land in England, ironically his home country, to counter a group of covenant sent there for unknown (to the ODST) reasons. The ODST will have to fight not only against brutes on his birthplace, but his squad will also be fighting against the feeling that the war is coming to and end, with Earth finally cracked. Another plot thread will be centered around the mans father, who was killed on Harvest when he was young.




  • 07.27.2011 3:46 AM PDT
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I have a taster of it, but it wont let me submit it due to "extended characters"... can someone please explain how I can counter this?

  • 07.27.2011 3:48 AM PDT
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Here is a little taster:

EMBERS

Harvest, 2530

It was one of those few quite nights on Harvest, and as the distant sun dropped behind the uninhabited skyscrapers of Odin VI a lone pelican undisturbed through the dusk, weaving through the crumbling concrete like a solitary insect. Inside, three rugged, bloodied marines sat staring out the pelicans open back, observing the dead city like mourners at a funeral. One, the oldest, reached into a ripped pocket and pulled out a slightly tattered photo of a young boy, no older than seven. He looked at it tenderly, tired eyes slowly moistening.


[Edited on 07.27.2011 4:06 AM PDT]

  • 07.27.2011 4:04 AM PDT
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It wont let me post it :(

[Edited on 07.27.2011 4:09 AM PDT]

  • 07.27.2011 4:06 AM PDT

Love you Damon Albarn, Bungie FTW
The Satanic Church is where i belong

Nice dude, and also you cant post extended characters any way, kind of annoying aint' it?

Also the gallery is kind of desserted, if you want you can post in the flood, the most active forum, but be warned, trolls are eerywhere, that's why i don't go there.

  • 07.27.2011 4:12 AM PDT

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


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Nice dude, and also you cant post extended characters any way, kind of annoying aint' it?

Also the gallery is kind of desserted, if you want you can post in the flood, the most active forum, but be warned, trolls are eerywhere, that's why i don't go there.
No, no. This place just need more people posting. The more topics, the more activity.

  • 07.27.2011 4:17 AM PDT
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I am starting my first story here on Bungie.net, and thought that before I write it fully I should give you guys a taster (and receive some feedback).

The plot will revolve around a young ODST who is stationed above Earth when the covenant first attack the planet. However, instead of dropping in Africa like most of his kind, his squad is directed by ONI to land in England, ironically his home country, to counter a group of covenant sent there for unknown (to the ODST) reasons. The ODST will have to fight not only against brutes on his birthplace, but his squad will also be fighting against the feeling that the war is coming to and end, with Earth finally cracked. Another plot thread will be centered around the mans father, who was killed on Harvest when he was young.

Here is a little taster:

EMBERS

Harvest, 2530

It was one of those few quite nights on Harvest, and as the distant sun dropped behind the uninhabited skyscrapers of Odin VI a lone pelican undisturbed through the dusk, weaving through the crumbling concrete like a solitary insect. Inside, three rugged, bloodied marines sat staring out the pelicans open back, observing the dead city like mourners at a funeral. One, the oldest, reached into a ripped pocket and pulled out a slightly tattered photo of a young boy, no older than seven. He looked at it tenderly, tired eyes slowly moistening.
"Michaels, is that your boy?" One of the others queried, turning to face the first. He was met with a small nod. The questioner gave a little smile.
"He'd be proud to know what his dad did today. The covies must be quaking in there boots knowing that they lost one of their weapon depot's to 3 marines"
"10 marines" The third marine indicated to the 7 empty chairs in the pelican.
"They knew the risks"
"Don't we all" The third marines last comment was tinged with bitterness. Silence fell like a veil over the compartment. Outside, the shadows lengthened like dark fingers. A decade ago, thought Michaels, and this city would be lighting the sky with neon lights, and the air would be full with cargo ships and such like. Now, nothing but death. All he could look forwards to was getting back to Earth to his family.
"Airspace is quite" Noted the pilot. "Usually this area would be swarming with covies. Guess we're just luck-" Her words were cut short by a ear-splitting sound. The pelican shook violently, and shards of hot metal flew around the interior. Michaels looked out the hatch to see three purple objects tailing the ship.
"Banshees!" The pilot's words were drowned out as another green mortar struck the pelican's hull. Flames billowed from the ships rear end and, to the crew's horror, it started to spin wildly out of control, helplessly loosing altitude as span towards the distant ground like a sycamore seed.
Michaels buckled up, and closed his eyes, clutching the photo of his son in his rough hands. This was it.


Feedback will be much appreciated!

  • 07.27.2011 4:37 AM PDT