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Subject: Halo: The True Path [FANFIC]

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


Posted by: sqarkplugz

Posted by: OfTheBloodguard
Very awesome so far.


Honestly?
Honestly. Have you ever heard the saying that you are your worst critic? Just have faith that someone's reading and enjoying.

  • 09.29.2011 11:03 PM PDT

I like it. Really like the whole idea of an Elite "Reach". Maybe then they'll know how humanity felt when Reach was under attack. Great stuff, thread saved. Love fanfics, even joined a group for them.

  • 10.05.2011 7:45 PM PDT


Posted by: sqarkplugz
ha ha nasa

Give me the link and I'll check it out.


I'm in the same group as him. If you want it I'll give it to you.

  • 10.06.2011 4:02 PM PDT

SORRY FOR CHANGING THE SUBJECT BUT WOULD ANYBODY LIKE TO JOIN MY CLAN.MESSAGE KI11ERSHARK18 ON XBOX LIVE MESSSGAING AND HE WILL GET YO SET UP!!

  • 10.06.2011 4:15 PM PDT


Posted by: K11ERSHARK18
SORRY FOR CHANGING THE SUBJECT BUT WOULD ANYBODY LIKE TO JOIN MY CLAN.MESSAGE KI11ERSHARK18 ON XBOX LIVE MESSSGAING AND HE WILL GET YO SET UP!!

Isn't that you judging by username.

And you can't honestly expect people to join when you post in all caps...

  • 10.06.2011 5:45 PM PDT

5: Guards

August 2571
Abandoned Mining Facility
Storage Room B-026


Domitius, the Jiralhanae Chieftain of the Second Guard paced back and forth, reassessing the situation. He had just been informed by Narcissus of the Third Guard that the damned Demons had come to assist the ambushed Elites. He had sent two of his best warriors to set up another ambush, but only one had returned.

Even worse, the hostage was lost. His younger brothers had been too eager.

His orders had been simple, kill or prevent the enemy from entering the central chamber where his superior and the First Guard were. He had set up blockades and ambushes along the twenty or so corridors the enemy had to cross.

The first ambush was ingenious, even if he thought so himself. But after the second's failure, he had recalled all his troops to take position around this storage room. What's to say that the other blockades would be any different? Then he would be left with minimal amount of troops to defend himself and the Supreme Commander.

He shuffled to the centre of the room where a large pedestal lay. He had placed two snipers behind him and two Stalkers with maulers behind the doorframe. The rest just wandered around the room, making final checks and preparations.

He stood uncomfortably still with his eyes set straight at the door, his grip tightening around the hilt of his steel blue Gravity Hammer. The other Jiralhanae saw that their Chieftain was battle ready and slowly settled in a position they thought was suitable.

The foot high pedestal began to emit a strange purple glow around its base. The energy crawled its way up to the top, and transformed itself into a strange robed figure. The black figure was hooded, darkness completely hiding its face.

It raised its stocky arm, with was also hidden by the translucent black cloth it wore. Its palm could be seen, heavily armoured with a golden gauntlet.

It raised its head. Two golden eyes lit up within the shadows of the hood.

"Domitius" A loud voice boomed through the pedestal, making him cringe. "You are ready I presume?"

"Yes, your Excellency"

"And you understand your orders?"

On its still outstretched palm, a small sphere of blinding white light appeared. The light eventually gave way to security footage of a Demon besting one of Domitius's warriors with an energy sword.

"Narcissus explained. Keep the enemy at bay until the Third Guard arrives at their rear flank. Then we finish them off but keep one Demon alive as a warning to others"

"Very well. I hope you accomplish this easy task. You heavily outnumber them."

Domitius looked down at his feet as the hologram winked off, leaving him in his thoughts. Thinking back to the footage, he saw clearly that his brother's movements had been somewhat restricted.

He felt his armour was far too large and cumbersome too.

But it instilled some sort of pride in him as well. The Jiralhanae of the Second Guard were considered the heavies of the Whole Guard.

Whilst the First Guard were the Supreme Commander's personal escort, and the Third Guard comprised of stealthy and cunning tacticians, it was the Second Guard who often stood rigid in the face of the enemy.

Their armour was designed to maximise defensive properties whilst drilling fear into their enemies. As the Chieftain, his armour was even more ornate and decorative than usual.
The new battery-packs provided the huge power output to maintain the extremely resilient shields that accompanied higher military rank. While large metal plates made of glistening silver alloy provided the perfect support against ballistics.

His lower-ranked comrades had the basic version which covered their vital organs and weak points, which still allowed them lots of room to manoeuvre. But his armour covered him from his head to his toes, completely encasing him. Two blue lights were all that his warriors could see of his eyes.

For someone needing agility the most in close combat, he decided that this was a ridiculous idea. But even he had to admit, he did look quite imposing standing around nine feet tall in nearly indestructible armour.

He looked up again, just in time to hear an explosion a couple of rooms away. His mines had gone off...the Demons were close.

*****



[Edited on 10.25.2011 4:25 AM PDT]

  • 10.25.2011 4:20 AM PDT

Abandoned Mining Facility
Storage Room B-021


Joshua stood and watched as some mines erupted into fireballs. Just one well-placed shot had set off a chain reaction. Personally, he wouldn't have set them so close together.
Neither would the Brutes.

He thumbed on his thermographic vision to see his suspicions clearly outlined in red. There was one more mine beside the far door.

'Sneaky bastards'

He levelled his Battle Rifle and shot the mine, it blew up, also taking half the door with it. He checked one more time, scanning the room with his camera.

"All clear"

The team of four SPARTANs and two Elites moved towards the far door, which automatically opened thanks to Hysi's sub-routine. Colin moved through the door, his M90 Shotgun sweeping the adjacent room. Joshua lingered around the back with Lora and the injured Elite.

The one handed Elite was twirling his sword around in his right hand, Joshua thought that he seemed pretty efficient even with his prominent hand severed at the wrist. He didn't seem too disappointed; he could probably get a cloned hand to replace his lost one. But his courage was certainly hindered. No longer was he rushing into battle, but staying back to protect their rear.

Joshua still didn't know how the Brute managed to cut the Elite's hand off armed with just a spiker rifle, but then, he didn't know how the same Brute was still alive for over half a minute after its neck veins had popped.

He looked around the room for any terminals like the one in the entrance chamber, he found none. He hadn't found any since. Hysi had been getting increasingly aggravated, muttering random strings of code at Joshua.

If he could just find a single terminal and quench her thirst, he could feel complete about the secondary objective and focus on the mission at hand.

He regretted his choice at the first terminal. It was true, he did want it over a done with now. Maybe he had to pay Hysi's advice more attention.

He followed the rest of the group through the door, checking behind him for good measure. The door shut on cue, and hopefully locked.

'Well, temporarily...they had to get out didn't they?'

He swivelled around and nodded at Colin, who was now at the front of the convoy. Colin walked through the other door and performed checks in the next room, just as Joshua had just done. Then he signalled for them to go through while he stayed beside the door.

It was now N'tho who was at the front. He entered the next door and he scanned the room thoroughly with his Carbine before allowing the rest of the team entrance.

They had been using this monotonous procedure throughout the mine. It had proven well so far, but there hadn't been any more confronts with the Brutes.

Joshua walked past N'tho and waited for Lora to examine the next room, but the door wouldn't open. He saw her walk up to it and test the mechanism by walking in and out of range.

"Err, Hysi?"

"On it. Firewalls are back up. Aaaand...they've found and deleted my sub-routine."

"Can't you leave more?"

"Yes, I can easily make another one, but now they know what to look for. It'll take time to design and embed a new code into the system. Any terminals?"

"None. Don't say we have to walk all the way back."

"No, I can interface wirelessly, but I'll have to open all the heavy lead doors to do so."

"Go on then."

A small whirr, then the door opened behind them. All of the twenty storage rooms where identical in structure, so it looked like one of those mirror illusions. Just opening doors after doors, smaller and smaller until they could vaguely see the heavy blast doors open to the now bright entrance chamber.

"Accessing"

Joshua stared into the chamber. As the bright light in the chamber flickered; he swore he could see displaced air in the doorway. He magnified his visor by ten times, and was able to make out the faint silhouette of...

"CONTACTS!" He levelled his Battle Rifle and shot the displaced air. A clear white outline appeared briefly. Joshua pressed the trigger a couple more times. The outline grew brighter with every impact.

Then it faltered, and collapsed altogether, revealing its true identity, a Brute Stalker. The Brute looked surprised and his hands were up, palms flat on a non-existent surface. It was probably trying to open the doors before they abruptly did so themselves.

Joshua shot again and caught off it guard. Three rounds flew into the Brute's helmet at awkward angles, knocking it off, and driving the Brute to the floor. N'tho and Colin came to Joshua's side and fired a few bursts of plasma at the ambusher.

At such a distance, most of the rounds cleanly missed their intended target, but caught something else entirely. The wounded Brute dove to the side and the plasma flew into more displaced air. Two more Brutes lost their cloaking devices as the plasma overheated them.

Their cover blown, all of the Brutes uncloaked. Joshua couldn't believe his eyes.

"Twelve?" He could count twelve Brutes standing in formation under the large door frame. Then the six at the front lifted their arms and pressed something on their left forearms. Huge, curved rectangular shields of pure orange energy appeared. These rippling shields resembled Jackal Shield Gauntlets, but were a lot larger to compensate for the Brutes' size. They crouched down and overlapped shields to add strength.

The six Brutes behind them levelled their weapons and aimed it over the wall of energy.

Then another Brute uncloaked behind the whole pack. It stood two heads taller than its brethren. It wore obsidian black armour with a pearlescent orange trim, which shimmered wildly as it reached behind its back. It raised a huge hammer made of a radiating vermillion alloy. Red sparks of electricity bounded across the head of the hammer, as if dancing to some unearthly tune.

Then the Brute phalanx slowly started to move forward.

[Edited on 10.25.2011 4:29 AM PDT]

  • 10.25.2011 4:21 AM PDT

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