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Subject: My AP English Homework: Halo FanFic. Do YOU have any? PUT 'EM H...
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[color=white]FIRST, Props to Liton for his Fanfic post about a day or two ago. I was gonna post this THEN, but when i submitted it, i got an error, and had to go to bed (it was like 11:30).[/color]

OK. About 2 months ago, my Advanced Placement English teacher handed out a list of big, sppoky vocabulary terms from "Wuthering Heights." Dumb book, but helped spawn my first Halo Fanfic.

You see, she had us make up a short story, in class, like 1 or two paragraphs long. Could be about ANYTHING, could be about NOTHING - just sentences using the words in their correct context.

I decided to do mine on Halo. Took me 7 drafts and 2 weeks.

I'm gonna lay some of it on ya, if you don't mind.

The Master Chief’s boots sunk into the mire. His MJOLNIR Armor, weighing over half a ton, left him hindered in the environment. He still managed to lead his team in a Delta pattern against the moors. The five other SPARTANs he led waded deep into the sludge, trudging up to their shins. He had chosen Kelly, Ryan, Fred, Linda, and Josh for this particular mission, and for good reasons. The Master Chief, John, had fought and performed alongside these soldiers from the age of six.

INSERT a 7-page backstory on the SPARTAN program, the Covenant, and Halo. Numerous references to Fall of Reach. DAMN what a good book.

The SPARTANs crept slowly through the mud, half-crouched. Sloshing around their shins, the sludge was extremely thick, hindering even their augmented movements. It was interesting to see the muck simply slide about their shields. Crackling and sparking, reacting softly to the gold energy surrounding their legs.

The Chief halted. Three contacts appeared on his motion sensors. He raised his right fist and crouched. His team did the same.
John held up three fingers, pointed to Linda, and then slit his throat with his fingers. They had abandoned using their COMs since they entered the moors. The fog was too thick; they switched to thermal vision on their HUD.

Linda leapt as softly and quietly as a cat onto the bank of the swamp. She raised her S2 sniper rifle. She had re-fitted it with a silencer, which also reduced any muzzle flash to a mere wisp of smoke. She clicked the 10x magnification on her custom Oracle tactical scope, then switched on its night vision feature.

Three Jackals lingered on patrol on the edge of the marsh. Their circular shields left inactivated, they engaged in lazy, inattentive conversation in their despicable alien language. From this distance, the language translators in her helmet couldn’t discern much. Linda didn’t care. She held a very stubborn odious attitude towards the Jackals. None contested this. Inhaling, she took aim at one alien, sporting an ugly mohawk.

There was a large explosion; in which a simultaneous crack was heard, only by John and his team. As one Jackal fell, another turned towards the explosion; the last wore half his comrade’s face and a puzzled gesture as he watched their leader crumple.

A paroxysm seemed to emanate from his features; his deep, bulbous orange eyes widened. He let out an excruciating cry, disrupted as another 14.5 mm slug cut him down, courtesy of the unseen SPARTAN. The last Jackal spun upon the second one’s impact with the soft mud, and had little time to react. One more round caught him in the eye. His head listed backwards.

Linda smiled.

John got the all-clear from their gifted Sniper. No motion on his sensors. They moved out of the fog, with Linda bringing up the rear alongside the swamp. The mud around their ankles slithered gradually off their shields, sparking and slopping.


A PAROXYSM, fro what i remember, is a sudden burst of emotion. The explosion Linda takes advantage of is due to another team of SPARTANs on the other side of the Covie encampment. This story takes place PRE-Halo, but after they recieve their armor shielding, etc. ...wait....didn't they recieve their armor like RIGHT BRFORE Reach was destroyed? crap......did they?.....oh well. It's not THAT close to the story - when do the Covies make Camp?

LATER:

Kelly and Fred secured two lines to the ceiling of the shaft, and mounted them. Keeping their ropes taught, they flipped backwards. Inverted, each wrapped one fist and one boot around their respective cord. They kept their rifles aimed down the shaft. Fred gave the Chief an upside-down nod. John hit the control mechanism. The platform lowered, unoccupied. As the rumble of the lift halted, the doors one level beneath them opened.

A ludicrous barrage of plasma fire surged through the doors. The heat seethed through both Kelly’s and Fred’s armor. Brilliant streaks of green and blue shone off their visors. A full 13 seconds of unrelenting plasma tore through the open passage before it finally came to a halt. The flaming lift hissed and cracked. Sizzling mauve sludge seeped onto the platform. The incapacitated Grunt lay, charred to a crispy hulk.

Kovenant Fried Chicken.


The wounded Grunt was injured when a Prophet (John's team's target), his Elite guard, and three Grunts were inside the lift, the Elite threw a grenade, John dives, cuts away the grunt's knees, and the lift closes and goes down.

even Later:

There was chatter outside the hallway door. The Chief nodded towards the inter-room hatch. They backed through just as the hallway entrance slid open. The hatch hissed shut. Kelly locked it.
The adjacent room was inhabited. Not by Engineers, but by hostiles.

Hunters.


Loathed by Marines, feared by everyone else, the Hunters were 12 feet tall. The unwieldy goliaths of the Covenant. Their elongated necks exposed the bright orange flesh beneath their cobalt armor plating. The Hunters carried massive shields along the length of their left arm, made of an unknown, impenetrable metal. Small arms were practically useless. In the other arm, they wielded Covenant Fuel Rod guns, most commonly equipped on Banshee fliers. The Fuel Rods were similar to grenade launchers; firing radioactive bolts of sheer destruction. Fused to their arms, they denied their potential oppresors the right to use their armament after death.

And they always traveled in pairs, never leaving the side of their bond-brothers.

These monstrosities, however, had but one weakness: when hunched over in combat, sheathing their necks and almost crouching to 8 feet, their spines were left vulnerable. Meter-long razor-sharp spikes on their backs rose up as the Hunters lurched over, leveling their guns at the SPARTANs.

Kelly hurled another whiteout grenade, and the Hunters raised their shields. As the silent burst went off, John fired and cut away at the right Hunter’s knees with a sustained burst, shattering bone and flesh alike. The hunter fell, a low puling emphasizing his agony.

Fred vaulted between the two, sinking his combat knife deep into the left creature’s back. He lunged forward, severing the Hunter’s spine. Luminous orange blood soaked his side.

The incapacitated Hunter, on the floor, swung his massive shield. Fred’s legs kicked out from under him. He did a back flip, landing on his neck. Kelly dumped half a clip into the creatures face, being extremely munificent in her assault. The rounds pinged off his armor. Fred rolled and shot horizontally, tearing away at the bleeding stumps and vertebrae of the remaining alien.

The Hunters rested, bathing in their own essence, never to rise again.

The small skirmish had alerted the forces in the lobby. The access panel on the hatch to the adjacent room started to fizzle and glow a bright, searing orange. The SPARTANs had lost their stealth.....



So THERE. Lemme hear what you guys think. Where do YOU post YOUR OWN fanfics? HBO? Do you make your OWN sites? Where do you think i could put MINE online?

Maybe BUNGIE should make a FanFic section......*wink wink, nudge nudge*

BY THE WAY, i got an A+. Awwwwww yee-UH.



[Edited on 5/21/2004 1:08:33 PM]

  • 05.21.2004 1:07 PM PDT

"Advanced Placement English"?

  • 05.21.2004 1:08 PM PDT
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There's Standard classes, then College prep, then AP. Duh.

[Edited on 5/21/2004 1:10:21 PM]

  • 05.21.2004 1:10 PM PDT

Duh.
Sorry, I am not initiated in the dumb thing you call "the American education system".

  • 05.21.2004 1:11 PM PDT
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Sorry.

Lucky bastard.

  • 05.21.2004 1:12 PM PDT
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if I were your english teacher , i would of aced you through the entire course....great work...mainly because it was bout Halo

  • 05.21.2004 1:16 PM PDT
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Danke!

  • 05.21.2004 1:17 PM PDT
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Omg that was soo good.
Especially:
The incapacitated Grunt lay, charred to a crispy hulk.

Kovenant Fried Chicken.

^_^

  • 05.21.2004 1:19 PM PDT
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Thanks a lot, man.

Yah...You see, my friends and i call the Grunts "Space Chickens," and THAT's where i got the inspiration. *^_^*

Does anyone have some Fanfic fragment they'd like to post?

And what of their own methods of getting them online?

[Edited on 5/21/2004 1:23:20 PM]

  • 05.21.2004 1:21 PM PDT
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As you may know (or not know), I am currently in the process of finishing up my fanfic. It is about the battle on Harvest, space and ground. It might take a while to finialize, but I should finish it by next week. I'll give you sneak peek:

"Paverson! Yeah, I am talking to you boy. Haul your a** down here and give me some recovery fire. I got some alien freaks to fry.
"Sir yes sir."
"Sarge, we got alien aircraft inbound at 6 o'clock."
"Corporal, reposition that gun 140 degrees clockwise. We got company. Let's hit it marines!"
The enemy came swiftly and aggressively attacking with hovercrafts equipped with plasma. From the air, drop ships were landing holding ten aliens, all of different races.
"Die you alien ba*****s!
"Corporal aim your fire at that big blue alien thing. Man he is about as ugly as my mother back on Earth."
Sir! The enemy seems to be in possession of some sort of plasma shield. Our bullets have no effect on them."
"Paverson, fetch me my M19. Anderson, get those Lotus anti-tank mines out of the warthog, and set 'em up at these nav points."
"Sir, here's your rocket launcher."
"Excellent. Thank you Paverson... Now get back on that warthog and man that chain gun! We don't have any time to waste son. Now, sweet dreams alien scum."
The sound of the rocket echoed upon the grassy hills of the land. The tall grass gave the perfect cover for the marines. The forces were easily outnumbered 3:1, and especially outgunned. Out on the horizon, the marines could see the brilliant lights flashing where a battle in the air is taking place. Three Skyhawks equipped with 50mm machine guns and anti-tank mines were easily matched by two banshees. As the fighting continued, a blaze of fire lit where a skyhawk once flew.


Hope you like. =P

And by the way, I am currently in 8th grade. I know about AP, but I am going to take IB (International Bacchelearate or sumtin like that) English instead.

  • 05.21.2004 1:34 PM PDT
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Very Nice.

You know Bungie doesn't block "bastards" on their -blam!- filters?

See. Told you.

GOOD -blam!-!! KEEP 'EM COMING!!!!

[Edited on 5/21/2004 1:37:38 PM]

  • 05.21.2004 1:37 PM PDT
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First off as for the Elite thing....I am assuming this is after First Strike. If so, then this "Ryan" should not be there. The only Spartan survivors are John-117, Will-043, Linda-058, Fred-104, and missing in action is Kelly-087. I know your teacher won't know this, but I am very picky on fan fictions. Also make the enemy seem very Legendary-ish. That is about where the Covenant really are in strength. Other than that I say it is okay.

  • 05.21.2004 1:39 PM PDT
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If you'd like another small bt. Message me.

[Edited on 5/21/2004 4:55:04 PM]

  • 05.21.2004 1:45 PM PDT
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Uhhh....Hikaru? What Elite?

And i said this was PRE-HALO. Ryan is a character of my own imagiination - the equivalent of Sam, before he died on the first mission involving their Armor and the EVA mission.

  • 05.21.2004 4:56 PM PDT
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Who thinks an activity meter should be put on the forums?

Maybe a "who's online" counter?

  • 05.22.2004 6:54 PM PDT