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Subject: [Fan Fic] Blood Upon Crimson Stains. *CH3 is up!*

About me: I am a vicious wolf of a man.

But really am sweet at heart. =)

April 17th 2554 (Human Calander)
1000 Hours MIL TIME

Earth was a buzz of activity. Her cyan atmosphere was broken by the grey human lines of space elevators loaded with supplies. In orbit massive shipyards constructed everything from the smallest corvette to Orbital Defense Platforms. Her closest neighbor was too. On Luna's surface, thousands of cadets trained to be the leaders of men in battle in the vacuum of space, and on planetary bodies as officers.

Admiral Terrance Hood watched it all, and saw that it was good.

The other ugly business of the day was not, he decided. With a sigh he turned away from the panorama of stars out his viewport and sat down at his oak desk to a mountain of paperwork. He wrote a few lines on his terminal, then turned to grab the paperwork from Captain James Clarke about the deployment of HORNET nuclear mines in orbit around Mars for planetary defense, only to find they were across the room again by the viewport. With a sigh he got up to walk the distance again to grab the documents, the paper reminding him all to clearly of the trouble with ONI.

What Section III had feared had come to light, the truth about the Spartans had been uncovered by the media, and the huge wave of public outcry, and the lack of reason for the Spartans to exist now that the war was over, had prompted a UN investigation of the intelligence arm of the UN Navy.

What they'd found hadn't been pretty...

Beta-5...disposable super soldiers, a million human rights violations, building huge fleets of stealth ships on the tax payers dollar, a prowler the size of a destroyer that even he didn't know about.

Now the only choice was obvious, ONI was getting cleared out, gutted, soon, when the political spectrum was more stable, and when Humanity had more than a hundred military vessels and more than just a dozen colonies to their name.

With that, he grabbed the file and sat back down at his desk. Sometimes, he missed the cramped work spaces of Cairo Station, he thought. He wouldn't have had to deal with losing things if his area was smaller. But they certainly weren't lacking for space on his new flagship. The UNSC Resolute was almost 2000 meters in length from bow to stern, sported five MAC cannons on her bow, and bristled with Archer and Flintlock missile pods, 50mm and 36 inch gun mounts, and had 4-10 meters of Titanium armor, and although the Admiral would have never dreamed it two years ago, shields.

Humanity had come a long way since the end of that long bloody war, Hood thought.

Forgetting about his papers again, he looked out over the Earth to find the black dot that was New Mombasa, and the cradle of humanity that lay there.

"And you shipmaster just glassed half a continent" He remembered that day well, the day everything changed...

From outside the window, over two kilometers away, someone else saw the opposite view. Former Marine, now Lieutenant Xavier Thompson, saw the Admiral through the scope of his SRS99, and the administration of Beta 5 saw the threat Hood posed...

He did the calculations in his head, he was stable on a large piece of debris...the frigate UNSC Sidney, no wind in space...the high powered sabot would easily destroy the unprotected glass of the ward room...and go through what was behind it...

He lined up the shot and took it...

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Hello once again ladies and gentlemen! I have a story! Thats done already in my head! SOOO Ima post it now! And not end on a cliffhanger!

Basically, the story is set two years after the end of the Hu Cov War, and its basically, my take on Glasslands's story.

BUT it won't be horrible.

So yeah, rate, comment, whatever ;3

[Edited on 11.04.2011 12:55 PM PDT]

  • 10.27.2011 5:47 PM PDT
Subject: [Fan Fic] Blood Upon Crimson Stains.

too many words

  • 10.27.2011 6:01 PM PDT


Posted by: MetalHumanoid
too many words


It's a fan fiction, a STORY, what do you expect?

Anyways I like the story. Does Hood get assassinated?

  • 10.27.2011 7:39 PM PDT

No u


Posted by: MetalHumanoid
too many words
You're an idiot. It says fan fic in the title. And you're in the gallery. Either you're a complete idiot or a troll.

  • 10.27.2011 8:59 PM PDT

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

Wow, what a way to return! Good to have you back. :)

Posted by: MetalHumanoid
too many words
There, there, man. Its all gun b k. The words won't hurt you anymore, I'm here now.

  • 10.27.2011 9:08 PM PDT

Nice stuff man, keep it up!

  • 10.27.2011 10:38 PM PDT

About me: I am a vicious wolf of a man.

But really am sweet at heart. =)

Yeah, sorry if I didn't make it clear, Hood's dead now.

Here's the general background, that would be on the back of it if it were an actual book.


Two years have passed since the bloody three decade war with the Covenant that killed billions and crippled the UNSC. Now, on the surface things are looking up for humanity. Under a strong government humanity has united to rebuild what was broken, but there are deadly currents under the calm sea.

The Spartan Program has gone public, unleashing the worst PR nightmare the UNSC has ever faced, with fingers pointing each way, ONI's Beta 5 division becomes exposed, for the better, ONI's dark secrets have been exposed. But some may find that some secrets are better left alone. And as humanity prepares for what could be full scale civil war, a dark secret stirs in the background that could destroy everything we've rebuilt...

Ill have the next chapter up by either later tonight or tomorrow as well.

  • 10.28.2011 2:19 PM PDT

Meow?

The opening sentence paints a great picture for the reader and an overall enjoyable read, good work, look forward to reading the rest. ^.^

[Edited on 10.28.2011 10:53 PM PDT]

  • 10.28.2011 10:53 PM PDT

Posted by: ElementalRunner

Posted by: Commander Stroll
Still using a pump-action shotgun over 500 years in the future I see.

omg not realistic stop game production plz

Only problem I can see is having 5 MAC guns on one ship. That would take up gigantic amounts of space.

  • 10.29.2011 4:42 AM PDT

No u

The Spartan program already had gone public? Which one are you talking about? And maybe you should read glasslands. I'm not dissing your story but glasslands could conflict with your story. Great story by the way.

  • 10.29.2011 8:58 AM PDT

About me: I am a vicious wolf of a man.

But really am sweet at heart. =)


Posted by: Doctor Jensen
The Spartan program already had gone public? Which one are you talking about? And maybe you should read glasslands. I'm not dissing your story but glasslands could conflict with your story. Great story by the way.


Its a fan fiction, it doesn't have to follow canon 100%. And yeah, I've read Glasslands and thought it was horrible and Traviss should be shot for writing in a universe she knows NOTHING about.

Anywai, Chapter 2


May 1 2554
UNSC Holding Facility 24-5B
Sydney, Australia, Earth

"These cuffs are too tight" said Allen-359 to no one in particilar.

Unsurprisingly, the two Marine MPs to either side of him didn't stutter a step as they lead him to god knows where. So, the titanium cuffs used to transport prisoners stayed tight behind his back, with good reason. Their cargo was angry enough to wipe out a squad with his bare hands. He, his team, and every other Spartan III had been placed in "protective" custody. In reality, the UNSC wanted to sweep them under the rug. None of the IIIs had family to go home to, and foster care wouldn't take a bunch of junkie agro kids who could snap someone's neck in half a second flat.

And of course, there was that nasty business of whether the Spartans were loyal to the entire UNSC and humanity, or just their Section III masters.

The three made it to an unremarkable grey metal door, that the sixteen year old of Gamma Company was roughly pushed through. He hit the concrete floor with a muted thump, and struggling with out the use of his hands, got up to explore his surroundings. Illumination came from a bare ceiling lamp. There was a metal table, two chairs, and the rest of the room was bare concrete. An interrogation...lovely.

With a huff he sat down at the far chair to await his executioner.

He didn't have to wait long before a man walked through the door. Allen saw immediately he wore a dark navy blue uniform, but the patch was so unique it took him a second to recognize it. It featured the UNSC eagle with lighting bolts crossed through it. The main was from the MIF, the Maritime Intelligence Force. For years they had been the direct underdog to ONI, and had nearly lost funding thousands of times during the Human Covenant War. They were favored now by HIGHCOM and the Admiralty after the recent...events...of the past month.

"Right...Allen-159 is it? I'm Lieutenant Commander James Taylor. Lets get down to business son."

He was obviously expecting something different that what he saw, the teenager decided. The reaction was comparatively mild compared to the reactions Spartans received from civilians, the media, and even fellow Special Operations Crewmen.

"Umm...sir, no no offense, but I don't know you. I would appreciate it if you called me by my rate."

"And no offense to you or your personal sacrifices Allen, but you were a Petty Officer 2nd Class in an organization that nobody in the UNSC knew about for twenty years, under an organization that was almost as bad as those split lips we were fighting. So lets just go by a first name basis." He mused, laying a large grey folder on the table in front of him and flipping through papers.

Allen simply nodded and shrugged. At that, Taylor stood and walked behind the Spartan and with a click, uncuffed his wrists and put the metals on the table.

"This isn't going to be an interrogations, I think we can be more comfor-"

"This is an interrogation," Allen interupted, "dont play it like it isn't." He said clasping his hands in front of him.

Taylor cleared his throat. "Well then...lets get started...You were with "Gamma Company" Correct?" He asked, putting on old fashioned reading glasses.

"Yes."

"How many of there were you?" he said, leaning forward.

"315 of us in total...minus instructors."

"I see...you say you were broken up into smaller groups though?" he asked, flipping through documents.

"Yes, we were Fireteam Grendel. I and Spartans 301, 388, and 306"

"And you were training on the planet..." papers flipped..."Onyx?"

"Yes sir...it was a training base used by ONI."

"But the higher ups in Beta 5 knew it was more than this....did you have an undestanding of anything else going on there related to the Forerunners?"

"I..." Allen hesitated.

"Well?"

There was a sigh from across the table as Allen's half visible face leaned into the light. "It was during a training exercise...two years after I had first arrived at Camp Curahee...

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Flashbacks am fun ;3 Next chapter up soon!

  • 10.29.2011 9:58 AM PDT

Nice! But would Spartans, even if they're young, be junkies and rebel against orders? Teenagers or not, they were trained strict discipline from a young age.

  • 10.30.2011 12:23 AM PDT

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


Posted by: S p h 1 n X O 7
Nice! But would Spartans, even if they're young, be junkies and rebel against orders? Teenagers or not, they were trained strict discipline from a young age.
He could be referring to this.

Awesome new chapter, C4. Certainly shaping up to be something interesting.

  • 10.30.2011 12:38 AM PDT
Subject: [Fan Fic] Blood Upon Crimson Stains. *CH3 is up!*

About me: I am a vicious wolf of a man.

But really am sweet at heart. =)



October 23 2550 0012 Hours
ONI Training and Proving Center, Onyx, 20 miles outside Camp Curahee

Allen checked the ammo counter on his MA5K again on his HUD, pulled out the magazine to check his round count manually, then slammed it home in the pitch black. The nervous tick could be irritating to some, but Allen had been caught off guard before, he shuddered just thinking of the scars the 122nd Marine Battalion had given him when he had been cornered on the Hopeful. Another minute ticked by on the chronometer, then another.

Damn, still no contact.

The whole company was playing one big war game tonight. Split into individual fireteams the goal was simple, be the last team alive, and there would be no PT for a week: a welcome respite, and every Spartan hated wall sits. Realized the odds of winning alone were slim, Team Grendel had approached fireteam Zulu to work together against the other teams until they were the last remaining. A cheap tactic, but so was glassing a planet from orbit, Allen thought bitterly. Ten minutes had passed since the proposed meeting time however, something had gone wrong.

"Maybe someone got them on the way here?" offered Casey-388, adjusting his MA5D SAW from behind his position.

"No, we've got rubber bullets, not TTR rounds and even with reduced loads, we'd hear any engagement" responded Gregori 306, the team's ballistic expert. As he spoke, Aria-301 crawled over to him and hefted her MA2B up on the lip of his position in the forest loam and opened a private comm.

"You got a funny felling about this too?" she asked in her southern dialect.

"Yeah"Allen started. "Spartan teams don't just disappear." He said before warily scanning the area again with his rifle down. "I was thinking maybe trainers.but Mendez swore they wouldn't interfere..." Allen said, distracted again.

"Orders then cheif?" asked Casey, checking the 50 round magazine on his M7S, his Irish brogue thickening.

"We lay low until Gregori here sees anything out of the ordinary" he patted their sniper on the back.

"Sir, I mighthave something now." He droned, scooting over so the team lead could look down his Oracle scope.

What Allen saw amazed him, and chilled him to the core as it reminded him of one to many ghost stories that floated around the camp. He tried to rub his eyes, forgetting he was decked out in full SPI. It looked like a floating red eye. But he switched to night vision, he saw that it was made up of several triangles all floating independently of one another.

He sent the feed to the others, who were all in different stages of amazement.

"Sirdo you think its Covenant?" asked Aria, now checking her rifle.

"Must benot even Div 5 has anti grav techwe're alerting Camp Charlie right now, Greg! Get me on the horn!" Allen shouted, reaching for the pack portable radio Gregori carried as the team's scout.

He pulled a cord and connected it to his SPI helmet, boosting his range to SATNET in orbit so it could bounce down to Camp Curahee.

"Curahee, this is Grendel Actual, come in." Static. The Covenant already had jammers up, and some new type of drone.

"Grendel, listen up, HQ is a no go, but we're Spartans, we're gonna go after that thing, see where it leads us."

"Uhh sir I'd LOVE to die for my country and all, but we aint exactly well equipped here..." Casey protested, gesturing at their rubber ammunition.

"We've been worse, this is what we've been trained for, now move out." Allen ordered, polarizing his SPI helmet's visor and disappearing into the foliage.

One by one the whole team followed him, with Gregori taking up the rear.
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My apologies that this chapter is so short. I WILL make it up to you guys, but I'm juggling a job and ton of college classes. Rest assured Ch4 will be much longer.

[Edited on 11.04.2011 12:56 PM PDT]

  • 11.04.2011 12:55 PM PDT

"I will show you how a true Prussian officer fights!"

"And i will show you where the iron crosses grow..."

- "Cross of Iron"

Great job! Im enjoying it so far.

  • 11.04.2011 6:37 PM PDT

Nice work :) It is really cool reading other people's fan fics... Everybody seems to have one particular area in which they are proficient (more so than the other areas that is).
In my fan fic, I tend to lean more toward the scientific angle of things; the technical aspects. You seem very well versed on the military aspects of your story. That is one area in which I am lacking in in a big way. Congrats!

  • 11.04.2011 8:39 PM PDT

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

Wicked stuff. You've got that suspense factor going for you there. With a little more convincing build-up, people will have that sick feeling in their gut in no time.

  • 11.04.2011 10:32 PM PDT

Nice.

  • 11.05.2011 4:37 AM PDT