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Subject: (Novel) A Lucky Rabbit's Foot - Part I

One Love,
One Tru7h,
One Destiny.


Writer for TheGameFanatics.com

Hey everyone, before posting the first part to my novel I just dug back up I just wanted to say that everyone's work here is great. This short novel I started writing late last year around November and as I said already I just dug it up and am eager to try and complete it.

Any feedback would be appreciated.


Chapter I - A Lucky Rabbit's Foot

September 9th, 2549 - Arcadia

"This is Delta-Zero-Eight-Five, Command do you copy?" Ennis said with urgency in his voice.

Nothing but static came in through his COM link as he continued to sprint through Abaskun, a small rural community that was once lush with life. In a matter of mere seconds, it was a ghost land.

"Command, this is SPARTAN-Delta-Zero-Eight-Five, last evac shuttle is a go. I repeat, last evac shuttle is a go. Do you copy? The weight of his feet thudded against the ground yet Ennis moved with such grace.

Finally, a garble came in through his COM link - understandable but with a lot of static.

"Delta-Zero-Ei..-ive, this..i.Command....Over?" A faint voice came through.

"Copy Command." Ennis replied skidding to a halt.

Ennis scanned his surroundings. It was his first Glassing. He read ONI's files on the first attack on Arcadia, but this was on a whole different level. The Covenant attacked with such ferocity this time. There was little time for evacuation.

"SP...T.., th..pla.et is lost." The voice continued. "Evac..ow..Coor..nat.s Two-Se..Apleh..Echo.."

"Roger, Command." Ennis replied.

Glancing down at his Battle Rifle he double-checked how many rounds he had left.

86 rounds left...barely three clips. He thought to himself. Checking his SMG he thankfully had four clips left. It will have to do.

He looked around one more time. Black ash began to slowly fall from the sky as the land around him continued to burn. His already black armor began to get covered in soote.

An eerie, dark feeling filled the void which was once Arcadia. Crouching down behind what was once the entrance to a hospital he checked his UGPS.

"Damn EMP." He mumbled out loud tapping the small screen on his UGPS. "That's gonna have to get replaced again."

A low humming caught his attention. Shouldering his rifle he pivited around and followed two Phantoms as they patrolled slowly in the facinity he was in. Luckily, they had not spotted the Spartan-III.

Recalling the last few moments in his head he thought again to himself. His first glassing - not many people, let alone a Spartan had survived one and lived to talk about it. The initial waves came from high orbit above Arcadia. The Covenant were still glassing the planet but from low-altitude. Banshees and Phantoms by the dozens were scanning the planets surface for any that survived. Mulitple Covenant Cruisers cluttered the hellish red sky. One hell of a day.

Once the Phantoms were out of range his instincts told him it was time to move and as always it was never slowly. The Phantoms were heading North-East. The scrambled coordinates he was given were North / North-West.

He thought to himself...That can't be right. That's the center of Mu, the only thing there would be... Realizing it might be a possiblity the Spartan kicked-off. Loose debris kicked up behind him as he began running towards the center of Mu.

He wiped his visor causing the thin layer of soote to smear faintly. It seemed like he was sprinting for miles when he finally began to near the center of Mu. Rounding a collapsed wall with his Battle Rifle shouldered he came to a slow trot then finally a quick walk. His eyes darted back and forth surveying the area quickly.

Roughly 700 meters infront of him was Mu's Docking Station. Up in flames and with the majority destoryed he wondered how anyone could be transmitting any kind of radio signal. So, he decided to radio in once again.

Crouching down once again in a low stance he uttered four words that he heard Sierra-One-One-Seven use in the past.

"Oly Oly Oxen Free..." Ennis almost whispered.

Waiting one minute he repeated again in a whisper, "Oly Oly Oxen Free...."

A faint static came in over his COM, then cleared.

  • 08.05.2011 8:16 PM PDT

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

About time you remembered your password, mah boi.

WAIT! Does this mean you'll be finishing this at last? :D awesome! Can't wait, broski.

  • 08.06.2011 12:21 AM PDT

One Love,
One Tru7h,
One Destiny.


Writer for TheGameFanatics.com

This does mean I will be planning to finish. It's been a long period of writers block and it's something I've wanted to complete for quite some time.

Prior to posting more I'll be going back and reviewing everything as well.

Keep an eye out for more!

  • 08.06.2011 5:07 AM PDT

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

Same here, bro. Same here. Hope it gets better for the both of us.

Something I can recommend of you though: Put some of your posts together. A couple are kinda short, so if you put a couple of them together, it should look a lot better on here.

[Edited on 08.06.2011 7:02 AM PDT]

  • 08.06.2011 6:48 AM PDT