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Subject: [Story] Pact: A Tale of Brotherhood (Chapter Eight!)

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


Posted by: S p h 1 n X O 7
You got me. Is there a place in the Bungie forums you don't visit?

I started copying and pasting my story, and then when I went to preview post after all this effort of making words bold and then giving them italics... it wouldn't preview.

BLASPHEMY.

But yes, it was quite frightening. I had heard here and there about the forums not copying and pasting or something like that. When it happened to me, I was like, "Oh god, no!". I really didn't want to rephrase my story or type the whole damn thing again. Cause that would take an eternity.

But yes, it is completed. Fully. FINALLY. Hopefully I can get it posted in the coming day or so.

Now that you mentioned it...

I have a question. How did you get those two boxes framing the first two paragraphs of your beginning post? If you know what I mean? The boxes that contain the Foreword and Synopsis. They look quite nifty!
You mean like this box?

Alright, so at the bottom of the page where you submit your post, there should be some text titled Text Formatting Legend. What you want is the bottom one, which is blockquote. Just do as it says, as in putting the quote brackets in, and placing your text between.

You should end up with something fancy like this here.Can't wait to see what your story's like, man.

  • 10.01.2011 5:36 AM PDT

Oh, thank you!

Thanks for being so excited :3
Hopefully it won't disappoint! I'm not sure yet how many posts it'll fill up, but I'm pretty sure I won't be posting the whole thing in one go. But I never wrote it up with chapters in mind...always considered it a 'short story'. But I doubt it's THAT short.

I might start off the first few posts tomorrow :D!



[Edited on 10.01.2011 6:03 AM PDT]

  • 10.01.2011 6:03 AM PDT

"Life to you stepson and everlasting glory. " Thifes World.

Sorry if i havent replyed. It is a interesting read. Keep up the good work.* Drives a Worthog out into space.* Burr freezeing out here. Oh yeagh are they spartains.? Or Just Well equipped humans ? * Worthog spins a few times heading twords Reach.* Thanks.

[Edited on 10.03.2011 4:15 AM PDT]

  • 10.03.2011 4:10 AM PDT

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


Posted by: S p h 1 n X O 7
Oh, thank you!

Thanks for being so excited :3
Hopefully it won't disappoint! I'm not sure yet how many posts it'll fill up, but I'm pretty sure I won't be posting the whole thing in one go. But I never wrote it up with chapters in mind...always considered it a 'short story'. But I doubt it's THAT short.

I might start off the first few posts tomorrow :D!

:D cool. I don't think going into the story with an idea of how many chapters you're going to have is necessary, because most of the time, it never turns out that way unless you're aiming for a certain amount. So if you don't know how long your story will be, don't worry. Just write out, and when you're done, you'll know.

Posted by: commander tempu
Sorry if i havent replyed. It is a interesting read. Keep up the good work.
That's alright. Thanks.

* Drives a Worthog out into space.* Burr freezeing out here. Oh yeagh are they spartains.? Or Just Well equipped humans ? * Worthog spins a few times heading twords Reach.* Thanks.Yeah, the old "SPARTAN-IIIs with Mark V armour" routine. I mean, I just don't see why they kept Gamma Company inactive for so long, so I thought that I would borrow a few of them.

Turns out it isn't very original lol. But, there's a gamechanger that's been in the works for a very long time, so we'll see how original this story turns out. ;)

  • 10.03.2011 5:37 AM PDT

Ooh, so a massive plot twist?

How I love them. Sometimes. It confuses my simple mind.

  • 10.03.2011 6:00 AM PDT

I like it. I love fanfics to be honest. I like to see what people think of within their favourite universe.

Ever been a fanfic group? I looked around but all the ones I find are dead, except 1.

  • 10.05.2011 5:20 PM PDT

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

I guess so, Sphinx. It's just to mix things up a bit. Just mission after mission isn't very fun to write or read, in my opinion.

Posted by: Spartan1995324
I like it. I love fanfics to be honest. I like to see what people think of within their favourite universe.
Thank you. So do I.

Ever been a fanfic group? I looked around but all the ones I find are dead, except 1.I wouldn't know. There is a writer's group, but that's just writing in general. Is that something you'd be interested in joining?

[Edited on 10.06.2011 3:43 AM PDT]

  • 10.06.2011 3:42 AM PDT


Posted by: OfTheBloodguard
I guess so, Sphinx. It's just to mix things up a bit. Just mission after mission isn't very fun to write or read, in my opinion.

Posted by: Spartan1995324
I like it. I love fanfics to be honest. I like to see what people think of within their favourite universe.
Thank you. So do I.

Ever been a fanfic group? I looked around but all the ones I find are dead, except 1.I wouldn't know. There is a writer's group, but that's just writing in general. Is that something you'd be interested in joining?


I'm in one for Halo. That was the 1 exception. It's still alive.

  • 10.06.2011 12:17 PM PDT

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

Posted by: Spartan1995324
I'm in one for Halo. That was the 1 exception. It's still alive.
Fair enough, Spartan.

Finally, the ninth chapter! I know I should've got this out much sooner, and I apologize. Here is your reward for being patient. It isn't too long, but it gets the job done.


Chapter Nine: Nightrun

A roar of screaming engines and frenzied gunfire completely took the Covenant by surprise; before they could even react, the Pelicans had devastated nearly half their minimum surroundings. But the element of surprise didn't remain effective for long, and soon the pilots were evading vast amounts of plasma fire. The pads retracted just as the Pelicans took off, allowing the ceiling panels to slide back down and protect HAUBERK Base's interior from any plasma damage. Their actions were flawless, all their planned processes had happened within split seconds of each other. The plan couldn't have been executed better.

But that didn't mean Sierra Company were in the clear just yet. Suddenly, the difficulty of their task presented itself to them in the form of a massive retaliation akin to that of a swarm of hornets protecting their nest from an intruder. The pilots were doing all they could to avoid any incoming fire while they kept on the task of clearing a gap and escaping, but, as was evident with how powerful the Covenant's return fire was, it was starting to look like they'd bitten off more than they could chew. No matter which way the pilots manoeuvred their dropships, their assault was simply too forceful to completely avoid.

The light at the end of the tunnel was growing brighter and brighter, but Death's damning touch was snapping at their heels as they worked to make a dent in the impervious armada that surrounded them. But as they traded blow for blow with the Covenant, it soon became clear that they needed to escape immediately, or they would perish.

"We can't hold up to this kind of ass-kicking much longer, men!" Senior Airman Daidalos shouted over his transmitter, trying to rally his fellow pilots for a last, final effort at breaking through. "18° west from true west, that's our most viable chance at breaking through. Converge on that point, now!"

His fellow pilots hailed in reply, and all nine dropships swiftly lined their sights on the point that Keith had marked; exposing all craft to additional plasma fire, but providing the struggling pilots with their only feasible means of freedom. Despite the risks it brought along, there was no other choice, and no time to second guess their chances. Their autocannons roared out to the night beyond, slugs being spat out at a blistering pace. The fighters and dropships that blocked their path couldn't bear the combined strike, and individually succumbed, one after the other.

Daidalos was beginning to see a real chance for them to slip through the cracks they'd formed. "That's the way, men! Keep the pressure on! Don't let them lay any more plasma into you, we'll be needing these birds to fly us all the way to Sierra's destination in one piece!"

He wasn't sure if he was seeing things, but it seemed that the Pelicans were firing harder in response to his encouragement. He leant forward in his seat, fingers tightly gripping the yoke's triggers. This is it, he thought triumphantly. The engagement had only lasted around twenty seconds so far, not enough time for the Covenant to form up on their enemy and bar their escape for good. But it was going to either take more firepower than they had, or a distraction to make their way through the blockade. And, according to the distress call that Keith was receiving, it seemed that they would be relying on the latter method.

"Attention, all pilots, this is Charlie-029, my bird is hit and I am going down, I repeat, I am going down." Warning klaxons blared over the transmitter, fighting to be heard over the pilot's message. "I'm going to provide a distraction. You get out of here while I see how many I can take out with me."

Every pilot who had heard was fighting to keep control of themselves, but ultimately, it was Keith's decision, and while he would take any other possible option to save the pilot's life, he realised that there was no other option, and that no matter how badly he wanted that Pelican with them, it had taken too much damage, and the distraction was the only thing it could hope to achieve that had the best chance of getting everyone else out alive.

"Very well," he replied glumly, "it's been an honour flying with you, Paul."

"Likewise," the pilot replied over all the commotion in his cockpit as he banked hard left, aiming to do as he had said he would. The Pelican bulldozed its way through three Banshees that hadn't anticipated the manoeuvre and crashed straight into a Phantom, crippling both dropships past the point of flying. The Phantom was dragged down with ten soldiers and a pilot, paying the price for attacking Atlas.

Almost as quickly as they had appeared, the Pelicans darted through on Keith's order and quickly sped out of range, although only eight of the nine dropships made it past the Covenant's defence. They were not pursued; the wells of human information were too important to turn away from, so they let the ragged assortment of troopers escape.

Sighs of relief escaped the eight pilots who remained, and cheers muffled by oxygen masks and helmets went up throughout their Pelicans. It felt good to be alive, but the deaths of almost half their entire company put a sodden dampening on their silver lining. Keith contacted his fellow pilots to make sure that everything was still functioning and that they'd be able to make the trip safely. He didn't bother to mention the downed Pelican, he had seen it fall to let everyone else through.

Trying to console himself, Keith isolated his thoughts to keep his head clear. He needed as much focus as he could muster for the mission ahead, and he wasn't about to let a death deter him from his service to the UNSC. Slowly, one of the thoughts unfurled in another place, where it wouldn't interrupt any vital strands of concentration. The thought was of the deceased pilot, Airman Paul Koger. Of the ten soldiers who had been aboard his Pelican. They had died a tragic death, a death that they had no power to prevent, sitting back in the Pelican's blood tray.

The thought made Keith want to do a lot of things, but mainly, it made him want to bow his head and close his eyes. It was only human nature to mourn a death, but his mission expected more of him; to rise up above those who weren't capable and achieve the desired outcome. He had no choice but to continue, but he allowed himself a moment to flourish the thought as a means to honour those who had fallen. But, almost too quickly, his thought called to arms, hatred for his enemy quickly attempting to poison him. He instantly put the thought to rest, sighing a heavy sigh as he realized how hard the journey ahead would be for him.

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This is a sight I didn't wish to ever behold again, the Colonel thought to himself as he stood before a solid door that looked as if it would freeze his hand in place the very second he placed it on the handle. He almost feared that the door would have such intentions, as the door stood in way of an escape route through the mountain, down to a station that would provide the operatives of HAUBERK Base transport from the mountain to the nearest intact outpost, in which they could continue their work. Although the outpost was much smaller and would be more easily destroyed by any passing enemies, it was one of the only surviving facilities that would be of any use.

This escape route had been well hidden, requiring some intuitive thinking on the Colonel's part, almost forgetting the systems that needed to be activated and the code words that needed to be remembered, not to mention the almost archaic placing of the keypad that finally opened the door, as if it was alluding to the older days of hidden mechanisms; it was almost too well hidden. Archaic... that's a good way to describe it. He also considered the complexity rather ridiculous, but despite the problems it had, it was a near-foolproof way of eluding the Covenant menace forcing their way inside.

Expecting to recoil as soon as he touched its handle, Colonel Thompson tentatively reached forward and opened the door. It opened with relatively little effort, and while the handle was certainly cold, it wasn't as bone-chilling as he had thought it would be. Well, that's a start, he thought. But what of the passageway itself? He stepped through the door, letting it shut as he ventured forth into the last way out of HAUBERK Base, not particularly relishing the idea of having to leave. But still, I'd rather run the outpost than be executed.

To his surprise, the passageway surprised him in the same way that its door had: the relative lack of icy temperatures. Sure, it was cold, but it was considerably warmer than being outside on the mountain itself. There was little life support regulation through the dark hall to save power, but it appeared that systems that kept the rest of the base in ideal living conditions had been activated in there too for the time being. Although, without much surprise from the Colonel, it felt to him that they hadn't been on for very long, so while the conditions in the passageway were at least bearable, he found that he had started hugging himself, tucking his hands under his armpits to keep them warm.

  • 10.10.2011 6:05 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Pact: A Tale of Brotherhood (Chapter Nine!!!)

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

At his command, the elevator closed its doors, hiding the Colonel away from the cold and warming him back up again. But in doing so, it thawed his mind, releasing his thoughts of the slaughter above from their icy prison in his head. And yet, there was only one dominant thought that came to him: Team Theta. And despite their large part in the base's defence, his thoughts of them were critical, almost overly so. They have to be.

Ruthless in their judgement, his thoughts continued to toil and turn over Theta's performance in their mission. He could feel indifference forming against their motives, preferring effectiveness over better reasoning. Suddenly, the plight of Sierra Company didn't concern him in the least, he was too busy forming a conclusion. And as the elevator suddenly came to a halt, several hundred metres below HAUBERK Base, he found that he had reached it. So much for ONI's plan for a "perfect unit", he thought. Let's hope the other one follows orders better.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So far, they had only spend four minutes outside of the Covenant's blockade, drifting along the early morning sky in a haze of fatigue and battle-shock. While UNSC soldiers were expected to face strenuous tasks and live to fight another day, Sierra Company had taken an almost unfathomable beating up on the mountain that watched them go, pleading out for a saviour. And now, as they had the time to rest, the true effects of their suffering began to surface.

Now that the adrenaline from war had died away, a great, raw wound of defeat began to throb. The most that humanity could take from their war against the Covenant was that while their inferior technology resulted in mass losses of ships, they usually took victory in ground engagements thanks to superior tactics, even though their victories were not only scattered and costly, they were usually in vain, due to the Covenant glassing any planet they considered unworthy to live on. But this day had proved to be devastating to the troopers that had survived their earlier encounter, and their morale wasn't exactly in high spirits on the matter of their new mission.

Above all else, though, was the physical stress and trauma that had been inflicted upon them. As their mental punishment made itself known, so too did haphazardly healed wounds and a fatigue akin to that of days of combat. But, weary as they were, their Pelicans flew on towards the artefact site, indifferent to their pain. And while their progress was by no means slow, it felt all too slow for Sierra Company as the memories of those that had perished on Mt. Arphos played on in their minds. And for one soldier in particular, he found those memories inescapable.

Ever since he had boarded the Pelican, he had found himself lost within his own mind, hiding away from the bitter truth inside his memories. The events after his comrade's death had been a daze to him, people had been trying to communicate to him on the outside while he was searching for an answer on the inside. It had been like this from then onward, and it was only now that it came to him. Up to the surface he rose, as if his mind was an ocean, with the answers he wasn't sure if he was willing to accept.

She's... she's dead. The thought floated on, nothing to interrupt it as the waters around it were completely devoid of activity. That part he would have to deal with sooner or later. But other thoughts soon cast out to sea alongside it. I could have been with her...

Suddenly, the sea was no longer calm. Waves began to churn, foam seething from their tips like the anger that had now taken over. For a moment or two, he merely sat, riding the rapids of his thoughts. He looked down towards the Pelican's troop bay floor, but he did not see it. He was still too lost, the waves crashing and resounding through his head, dragging him away from peace. Bringing him back to reality, and rekindling the hatred and hopelessness he had felt at HAUBERK Base.

"I loved her," he murmured aloud. The ODST beside him glanced over, for he had not heard his squadmate talk since Sierra Company's retreat into HAUBERK Base.

"Repeat? I didn't catch that," his squadmate asked, not sure whether to be concerned or not. For a time, he did not reply. His squadmate fell under the impression that he hadn't heard the question. Just as he was about to ask again, the ODST stood up, his sights directly fixed on Theta's leader, yet his ambitions and emotions hidden by his visor. Rodney and Baldemar both tensed, even though they weren't sure if there was going to be a situation just yet.

"I loved her," he repeated, although this time, he spoke loud enough for everyone to hear him. Rodney wasn't phased by the ODST, but his seemingly random comment puzzled him for a second. "You took me away from her. I wanted to be with her, but you took me away." Suddenly, it made sense. Rodney's mind quickly flashed back to the mountain, where he had helped the ODST inside. Now he knew there would be a situation, and casually readjusted his posture so that he would be able to leap up and defend himself if necessary.

"Look, soldier. I was only tryi-"

"Why?!" the ODST suddenly demanded, his hand shakily moving up to the hilt of his combat knife. Everyone in the Pelican's troop bay now had their attention fixed on him, worried that he was going to do some damage. The two ODSTs on either side of him stood up to restrain him, but he took off before they could lay a hand on him. This was a mistake, for there was barely any distance between the two sides of the Pelican's troop bay, and he didn't even have time to draw his knife before he reached the other side and came face to face with Rodney. The SPARTAN merely raised a hand, grabbing the ODST's hand and holding it firmly in place, preventing him from removing his knife and leaving him incapable from causing any harm to anyone.

Rodney put a hand on the ODST's other shoulder, and walked him back a couple of paces, despite his attempts to resist and break free. He yelled and screamed, not able to forgive the SPARTAN for taking him away from the mountain. "I could have saved her! You never gave me the chance!" Rodney sighed, pushing down so the ODST was forced back down in his seat. He glanced at the two ODSTs on either side of him, who restrained their squadmate with a nod in reply.

Rodney sat back down, eyeing the frantic trooper with a sort of sadness. He sat like that for a while, waiting for him to stop resisting. It took a while, but eventually, he calmed down, his anger slowly washing away in his head. "What's your name, soldier?" Rodney asked, although he had a feeling that he already knew the answer.

"Vienna," he replied bitterly. "Gunnery Sergeant Vienna."

Rodney nodded. I thought so. "Listen, Vienna. Despite our differences, I still know how you feel about losing your squadmate."

Vienna looked up, his helmet obscuring a scornful grimace. "Like hell you do, freak! I know your kind, you don't feel a goddamn thing! I'm not some lab-engineered conscienceless supersoldier like you, so don't tell me you know how I feel! You wouldn't know the first thing about what it's like to lose someone close to you! I bet you go through companions every other day, and you couldn't care less if they die or not!"

Rodney did his best to try and restrain himself from busting a wall through the Pelican's troop bay and tossing the ODST through it. He wasn't even sure if he'd be able, but he hoped that he wouldn't have to find out. But even still, his hands started to clench at his sides, slowly denting the bench he was so tightly gripping. The occupants of their Pelican noticed his sudden change in demeanour, as well as the dents he was making in the metal he sat upon, and alarms started ringing in their heads.

The black armour-clad SPARTAN slowly stood up, and Vienna found himself unable to move, as if Rodney's intimidating presence was a tangible force holding him in place. Even still, the ODSTs started to apply more force in holding him back. Two steps was all it took for him to reach the other side of the troop bay, and suddenly, Vienna found himself staring up at Theta's leader. Rodney looked to those holding Vienna back for a few seconds each, as if he was trying to send a thought to them. Then, as slowly as he had made his way over, he reached out for Vienna's right shoulder, gripping it fiercely and lifting him up until they were eye to eye. Rodney reached out with his other hand, slipping it under his left shoulder and holding him in place. The ODST struggled, twisting and writhing, but there was nothing he could do to break the iron grip he had found himself caught in.

"Our team was once sent aboard a Covenant supercarrier on a mission, with two other squads of SPARTANs." His voice was deep and menacing, hints of distant thunder rumbled as he spoke. This time, Vienna didn't interrupt him. "Not only did we lose both of the squads that came with us, I also lost two of my own team that day. To this very day, those memories have not faded one bit. I feel certain that they will not leave me until the day I am taken from this life. My team are the same. I know this because it was all of us who agreed to continue on without them, and not have their places filled in our team. That is how we have continued on since then, and we will do so until this war is decided."

[Edited on 11.08.2011 1:58 AM PST]

  • 10.10.2011 6:06 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Pact: A Tale of Brotherhood (Chapter Eight!)

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

Vienna could do naught but listen as Rodney bared what remained of his soul, his anger towards the SPARTAN diminishing with every word. He eventually stopped struggling against his grip, and succumbed to the warlord's tale. "I may not be what is considered human," he continued, his voice resonating with offence and outrage, "but that that doesn't mean I don't feel for your loss. I've been there. I know how hard it is. But you don't become an ODST by yelling at officers and losing the will to live after your friends fall. They picked you because they saw something in you that others didn't have. I'm sure they must have at least hardened you up somewhat with all that extra training that ODSTs receive. Let's see you put it to good use, Corporal, and deal with it." Rodney lowered him back down and stepped back again, returning to his seat beside Baldemar. Vienna stared at him for a while, then nodded.

Those in Keith's ship, November-315, at least, had something else to ponder on for the duration of their flight. Everyone else onboard the formation of Pelicans could only sit and deal with all the hurt that they had suffered. It made for a very long flight, and when it had been announced that they were only twenty minutes away from their destination, Sierra Company could at least take some happiness from the thought that they wouldn't be alone with their thoughts much longer. But it was what would meet them at the artifact site that troubled them the most.

It was this announcement that started them up again, however, for soldiers started to casually check their gear over without even realising they were doing it. News of near arrival had begun to bend the obstruction of idleness, and scrape the pain away from their minds like the rust from an assembly. Gears began to turn once more, and simple tasks such as maintenance and repair were performed, almost before the soldiers were aware of it. Guns were disassembled and cleaned, damaged parts were replaced, and tactical gear was looked over and scrutinized.

Their preparation proved to be a reassuring sign, for when the announcement that they were merely ten minutes away from their destination came about, there was much less dread than when they had first been assigned to the artifact site back at HAUBERK Base. At first, their time by themselves up in the skies of Atlas had done them little good, for dark gates had opened and set free thoughts that would likely drive a man to his knees if he ever had the misfortune of thinking them. But this had allowed Sierra Company to overcome their sorrows, and the mental wounds of near-annihilation had ceased to become an immediate problem.

After the announcement, Sierra Company's pilots began going over their mission, each pilot informing the passengers of their ship. The brief was fairly short; since there was so much classified information, they had only been told the bare minimum of what the mission assigned to their company entailed, and that wasn't exactly a lot. All they were allowed to know was there was a highly classified site in need of protection from the Covenant's amassing army, and that the UNSC were amassing their own army in an attempt to hold them off.

The artifact site was located in a great crater-like canyon named the Jacinto Canyon, measuring miles in its expanse. The canyon had dried out after millions of years, so all that remained on its floor was dust and sand. Many offshoots ran along its walls, and Sierra Company were heading along one of the narrow passageways as a means of eluding any Covenant patrols that may have been set up to watch the natural paths that snaked in and out of Jacinto Canyon.

Deciding to satisfy his curiosity, Rodney stood up and walked over to the cockpit, instantly noticed by Vienna as he moved. He wasn't sure if the stare was still from anger, or now from sympathy, but that didn't worry him too much. Before he entered, he engaged his team comm. link and asked Boris if he knew which Pelican he had chosen to fly aboard, and Boris replied with the designation that their pilot had informed of during their brief.

"Could you point out which aircraft of the seven in front of us is designated Charlie-076?" Rodney asked, having stepped up just beside Keith's seat.

"Charlie-076? That would be..." He paused for a moment, his finger moving across the windscreen on the hunt for the aforementioned Pelican. "The one on the second right there, the one with the busted troop bay door." And sure enough, after another hail over his team comm. link, Boris poked his head out of the hole and saluted to his officer.

Returning the salute with a grin behind his helmet, Rodney turned back to the pilot and thanked him for his assistance. But, just as he was about to head back into the troop bay and resume his wait until they landed, a voice over Keith's intercom urgently warned of a Banshee squadron coming over the cliff to their left. The narrow canyon had boxed them in to the point where evading would likely result in a collision; it had been a gamble, but Sierra Company's pilots had chose to favour a stealthy entrance in favour of flying out in the open. Running into an enemy patrol group was a scenario they had hoped to avoid, but now they were left with no choice but to angle up and attack their assailants hard and fast before they could receive any damage.

"Son of a -blam!-! Pull up, open fire! Neutralize them before they can damage these Pelicans any further!" Keith ordered, his voice amplifying a build-up of panic. On his command, the eight Pelicans reared and quickly set themselves to work on eliminating their potential slayers as the Banshees sprayed them with searing plasma fire. Rodney was forced to hold on to the cockpit entrance to keep himself upright, the magnetic soles in his boots chained him to the troop bay's floor and kept him from slipping back.

The two formations charged at each other, the Pelicans out of sheer necessity, the Banshees out of their orders to let no other humans reach their army and add to the infestation. Plasma and lead sped past each other, and both sides bore the brunt of each other's attack. Almost as quickly as it had began, the battle ended. Not a single Banshee escaped the combined targeting of such heavy weaponry, but the price they paid was all too much for Rodney.

Sierra Company's transport had survived the encounter; scathed, but still in working order. One Pelican had lost one of its four propulsion nacelles, mildly destabilizing the craft's flight behaviour. It flew like a dog or cat would walk with a limp in one of its legs. But, what had Rodney concerned the most was the fate of the Pelican that Boris and Henry resided in. It had been hit directly by two fuel rod rounds; unable to hold itself together, it had exploded and scattered its occupants across the canyon below. All Theta's leader could do was hope they had locked their armour as he stood, immediately attempting to get in touch with the two SPARTANs via their team comm.

"Boris! Henry! Report! Can you hear me! I repeat, can you hear me?" But all that answered him was the abyssmal emptiness of static.


(And there you have it. The next chapter's going to be pretty massive, so don't expect to hear from this story for a while. But know that I'll be working on it as much as I possibly can, crafting it until I deem it good enough for here.)

  • 10.10.2011 6:07 AM PDT

Wow, Bloodguard, I'm really impressed. This chapter was amazing. Definitely seeing you improve with each chapter. Awesome use of words and metaphors.

Very touching scene between Vienna and Rodney. Great work, man. Good job.

  • 10.11.2011 2:21 AM PDT

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

Thanks a bunch, Sphinx. I'm honoured to receive such a compliment.

  • 10.11.2011 7:16 AM PDT

POMC S117 Owns owns

Bloodguard, this is absolutely outstanding. I love the way you write. It's entrancing.

I have a lot of catching up to do. I need to revive my Fan-Fic.

  • 10.12.2011 9:13 AM PDT

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


Posted by: POMC S117 Owns
Bloodguard, this is absolutely outstanding. I love the way you write. It's entrancing.

I have a lot of catching up to do. I need to revive my Fan-Fic.
Thank you, that means a lot.

I'll be with you every step of the way on your fanfic, man.

  • 10.14.2011 10:10 PM PDT

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.

oftheBloodguard, you inspired my first fanfic. I have just re-made it. Mayeb you might want to take a look? :D

  • 10.15.2011 10:00 PM PDT

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


Posted by: Multijirachi
oftheBloodguard, you inspired my first fanfic. I have just re-made it. Mayeb you might want to take a look? :D
I'm not quite sure what to say, really. I was certainly inspired by a few people here and around other sites to start this, but I never thought I'd pay the notion forward. Thank you. Honestly. Oh, and keep at your fanfic.

  • 10.17.2011 12:07 AM PDT

Rawr.

That is all.

Anyway, Bloody, any update on when the new chapter is?

  • 11.06.2011 9:32 PM PDT

No u


Posted by: S p h 1 n X O 7
Rawr.

That is all.

Anyway, Bloody, any update on when the new chapter is?
From what he told me, it should be a long time.

  • 11.06.2011 11:13 PM PDT

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


Posted by: Doctor Jensen

Posted by: S p h 1 n X O 7
Rawr.

That is all.

Anyway, Bloody, any update on when the new chapter is?
From what he told me, it should be a long time.
Lol yup. I've only got about four pages done so far... and unless I divide it into two (again), this next one's looking to be rather big.

So, yeah. Don't mind me, I'm just plugging along. Very, very slowly...

  • 11.07.2011 1:01 AM PDT

No u


Posted by: OfTheBloodguard

Posted by: Doctor Jensen

Posted by: S p h 1 n X O 7
Rawr.

That is all.

Anyway, Bloody, any update on when the new chapter is?
From what he told me, it should be a long time.
Lol yup. I've only got about four pages done so far... and unless I divide it into two (again), this next one's looking to be rather big.

So, yeah. Don't mind me, I'm just plugging along. Very, very slowly...
lol. You seen my story. I'm working slower. Haha. Ah well, that's how life is. Just keep pushing on. Look forward to reading the next chapter Bloodguard.

  • 11.07.2011 1:27 AM PDT

Posted by: Commander GX
Bungie.Match.com: Our Johnson knows what the ladies like.

FINISH IT.

  • 11.25.2011 8:28 PM PDT

Wow, Bloodguard, I don't know how, but I have yet to see this fan fic. Once I get a little time, I'll commence reading it! I am looking forward to it ;)

  • 11.25.2011 9:23 PM PDT

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


Posted by: M94 Mushroom Man
FINISH IT.
Have some patience, ingrate. ;)

Thanks, Bell.

  • 11.25.2011 9:36 PM PDT

You're a FABLED Heroic member now Bloodguard? Congrats.

Now, what does Fabled indicate...?

  • 11.26.2011 4:10 AM PDT