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Subject: Halo: Unggoy Evolved (Fan-Fic)
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The Grunty version of the level! Is cool.

Heh heh, I had to speed read it the first time, ( somebody was trying to boot me from
the computer ) and so I typed this reply in a very hasty manner!

But I've come back to edit it.

[Edited on 08.20.2007 11:31 AM PDT]

  • 08.18.2007 7:25 PM PDT

I know that I am late in reading this fan-fic; I just have to say that this is one of the best fan-fics I have ever read; great work rare, great work; now all we need is a story told from the kig-yars perspective.

  • 08.18.2007 9:39 PM PDT

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nice chapter as usaul

  • 08.18.2007 11:32 PM PDT
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rare, ur work is so cool!!!!! im so sorry for not finding this thread earlier and reading it ==" very new to this halo forum thing =] lkilling time for halo 3... not that i hav a 360 x] all well... thats what rich friends are for after all!!!!

hehe... man like i sed b4 ur work is amazing!!! love it lvow it love it!!!! i tried writing a fan fic and its so crap compared to urs =="

  • 08.19.2007 5:17 AM PDT

Posted by: DeeJ
Why don't you just give me ONE SECOND!

Awaesome! Haha, he got owned at the end. Great chapter, Rare :)
<3

  • 08.19.2007 9:09 AM PDT
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Best. Fanfic. Ever.

  • 08.19.2007 10:28 AM PDT

We are a generation commanded by fate to defend
humankind ! We must meet the threat with our valor,
our blood, with our very lives, to insure that human
civilization, not elite dominates this galaxy now
and always.
we need soldiers, SOLDERS LIKE YOU!

WE WILL FIGHT AND WE WILL WIN!
Join up here

Good chapter, Sorry it took me awhile to read it I was out of town.

  • 08.19.2007 8:19 PM PDT

Wowzorz, new readers galore? Thanks alot, fellas/fellete! I'll try to get Chapter 8 out this Saturday. However, with BioShock comin' out tomorrow, we'll see. Lawl.

-Rarez

  • 08.20.2007 4:38 PM PDT
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wow nice job i really want to see what happenz next!! *sigh* the weather is really starting to drop soon it b summer n e more....

  • 08.21.2007 12:31 PM PDT

I was actually intending on releasing a chapter, today. However, I was drawn in by two curses, one being that of BioShock. I'll be sure to post the next piece of the story, this Saturday, you little ponies. ;)

-Rarez

[Edited on 08.22.2007 9:40 PM PDT]

  • 08.22.2007 9:39 PM PDT

"Men cry not for themselves, but their comrades."

"A hero need not speak. When he is gone, the world will speak for him."

Sweet chapter, Rare! I know what you mean about Bioshock. It really starts to affect your life. But who needs real life when you've got Bioshock, right? Keep the chapters comin'!

  • 08.23.2007 9:11 PM PDT

Chapter 8: That Old Bloke

The three Grunts stared blankly at the two, empty canisters standing before the strangely armored Unggoy. Just then, however, their attention shifted to the familiar, sphere-like object floating toward their adversary.
"Hello!", said the 'bot, "I am 343 Guilty Spark, Monitor of Installation 04."
"Ah, not you again!", exclaimed Silco.
"Ask the Oracle about Halo.", said the Heretic, "How the Prophets would sacrifice us all for nothing."
"More questions? Splendid! I would be happy to assist you.", said Guilty Spark. However, before any questions could be asked, the crimson-armored Grunt picked up a nearby plasma pistol, charged it for several seconds, and fired it straight forward. The bolt of plasma struck Pillow's chest, causing him to scream in aggony. The other two Unggoy then dragged Pillow by his arms, and placed him-as well as themselves-behind a small pillar.
"You hang in there, Pillow!", said Fisca, "Silco's gonna take 'im out."
"Say what!?", barked Silco.
"C'mon, Silco! It's time you proved your worth to this squad, anyway.", said Fisca.
"I'm pretty sure that if sarge thought I was useless to this squad, he would've kicked me out a long time ago."
"Well, I sure as hell haven't seen any sign of improvement since the moment you joined."
"That's fine with me, 'cause I'm not here to be judged by you!"
With nothing to repel that statement, Fisca sat quietly on the floor, behind the pillar. As time went on, however, the Heretic leader's position remained the same, and he did not seem to be running out of fire power, either. Where was the Arbiter? Should he not have arrived by now?
"Alright, this is just stupid! It's time to take some action!", shouted Silco, who then charged out from behind the pillar, and toward the traitorous Unggoy. The Heretic tried to activate his jet pack, though his attempt proved unsuccessful.
"Gosh darnit! What is wrong with this thing!?"
Just then, Silco slammed his grunty foot into the Heretic's chest, sliding him into the pillar on the other side of the hangar.
"Y'know, he could've just moved outta the way.", said Pillow, who appeared to be feeling much better.
"Whoah! Nice job, Silco!", cheered Fisca, as he and Pillow joined thier comrade, who was standing before the Heretic leader (after opening the hangar doors).
With a blast that hard to the chest, a pebble that was once stuck in between the Unggoy's toes was shaken out.
"Ugh, what happened? Where am I?", asked the Grunt.
"You're finished, Heretic!", barked Fisca.
"Heretic? What are you talkin' about, Fisca?", the dazed Unggoy asked.
"Wait! How did you know my name?"
"Now, don't pretend that I'm a stranger. It's me- Hackle!"
"Hackle!? I thought you were dead!", shouted a bewildered Fisca.
"Dead?", said Hackle, "That doesn't sound like me."
A few seconds later, the Arbiter and his men came rushing toward them.
"This is no time for foolishness, Unggoy! We must find the Heretic leader.", said the Arbiter.
"What took you guys so long?", asked Silco, frustratingly.
"It was those damn Heretics! Those Unggoy are vicious.", said a blue-armored Elite, who's left eye began squirting small droplets of blood.
"Well, we found the Heretic leader....but he doesn't appear to be a threat.", said Fisca, as he and the other two Unggoy slid to the side, revealing Hackle's now injured body. The Grunt stared at the Arbiter, then smiled.
"Arbiter, you're back!", cheered Hackle.
"Are you acquainted with this Unggoy, sir?", asked one of the Arbiter's men.
"State your name, Unggoy.", the Arbiter ordered, ignoring the Elite.
"Hackle Jackle, sir!", answered the Grunt.
The Arbiter turned backward, and said to his men, "We'll take him back to the city.". The others nodded.
Not but a moment later, with the hangar doors wide open, the Oracle (who had been forgotten until now) was flown outside, and latched onto the gravity hammer of the Brute Chieftan, Tartarus.
"Come, Arbiter.", said the Jiralhanae, "We are leaving this system."

[Edited on 08.27.2007 3:53 PM PDT]

  • 08.25.2007 8:16 PM PDT
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Should be interesting to see where this goes next. Good chapter.

  • 08.26.2007 6:09 PM PDT

We are a generation commanded by fate to defend
humankind ! We must meet the threat with our valor,
our blood, with our very lives, to insure that human
civilization, not elite dominates this galaxy now
and always.
we need soldiers, SOLDERS LIKE YOU!

WE WILL FIGHT AND WE WILL WIN!
Join up here

"Gosh darnit!" LOL

  • 08.26.2007 6:40 PM PDT

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Hackles back from the dead is he? the next chaptrers should be interesting.

  • 08.26.2007 6:58 PM PDT

Thanks, fellas! Yes, the "revival" of that one guy will become clear, eventually. Also, I'm plannin' on posting two chapters each week, which is somethin' that Rare has not done since Hunters.

-Rarez

[Edited on 08.28.2007 7:06 PM PDT]

  • 08.27.2007 4:01 PM PDT

Posted by: DeeJ
Why don't you just give me ONE SECOND!

Awesome!!

  • 08.27.2007 9:22 PM PDT

"Men cry not for themselves, but their comrades."

"A hero need not speak. When he is gone, the world will speak for him."

Sweet chapter, man! Didn't see that revival comin'!

  • 08.28.2007 6:25 PM PDT

Oh mah gawd, Halo's gone gold! :O Oh, ja. New chapter, too:

Chapter 9: No Cable

The Grunt Sargeant waltzed into Lop's "office", ever so curious as to why this meeting was scheduled, in the first place, much less how he even acquired an office, since they had only just arrived at the cruiser.
Lop's quarters was, suprisingly, very reminiscent of the cheap, though well designed chamber rented by he and his squad on the Truth and Reconciliation. Nearly every surface was coated in either purple or blue. This was one of the minor complaints that Pillow made to his squad, but as it turns out, the Grunt never addressed it publicly.
"Err, you wanted to see me?", the Grunt Sargeanted asked rhetorically.
"C'mere, gasmask!", squaked Lop, "I wanna show you somethin'."
The crimson-armored Unggoy walked toward the other end of the room, where Lop was fiddling with what looked like a small monitor hunced ontop of a pedestal.
"Where the heck didja get this?", asked the Unggoy.
"While I was on Halo, I snatched it off one o' them crashed, Human dropships."
"What does it do?"
"Hell if I know. Can't find out how I'm supposed to turn this damn thing on!", barked Lop.
The Grunt Sargeant took another quick glance at the box, then pressed his finger against the large, circular button in the bottom, left-hand corner. With that, a stream of light shot at the two of them, revealing a faceless voice saying,
"Season 256 of ER premieres next Thursday, only on NBC."
"What the hell is this!?", exclaimed the Grunt Sargeant, as the next three seconds involved five men cutting into the body of another Human.
"I kinda like this!", said Lop, "Yeah, kill 'im!"
Just then, however, a white light burst, causing the machine to dull pitch black, again.
"Hey, what gives!?", Lop barked, as the Grunt Sargeant peaked through a nearby window. He couldn't believe his eyes. It felt like returning to a horrible nightmare, as their cruiser was closing in on what appeared to be another Halo.

  • 08.29.2007 1:47 PM PDT

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nice chapter rare.

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  • 08.29.2007 2:28 PM PDT
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Not ER! NOOOOOOOO!

Those guys are lucky it shut off!

  • 08.29.2007 11:22 PM PDT

Posted by: DeeJ
Why don't you just give me ONE SECOND!

Wooooot :)

  • 09.01.2007 8:42 AM PDT

Thanks guys and Chick! Hopefully, I'll get Chapter 10 out the door, tonight.

-Rarez

[Edited on 09.01.2007 3:54 PM PDT]

  • 09.01.2007 12:46 PM PDT

Chapter 10: No Regrets

The Grunt Sargeant-now on the surface of a second Halo ring-stepped off the anti-gravity gondola, and stared blankly at the enormous, triangular structure before him and his companion, Lop. However, one portion of the party was unable to exit the gondola.
"What is the matter of this?", asked one of the two (jet pack enabled) Elites.
"Sorry," replied an Honor Guard, as he used his pike to keep them at bay "But it looks like we've got enough troops to guard the temple. Don't call us- we'll call you."
"What is that supposed to mean?", asked the Elite.
"Look, I just work here. Don't make this difficult."
"But, the Demon-"
"Don't worry. Now, stop whining like an Unggoy, and move!", barked the heavily-armored Sangheili. And with that, the ill fated Elite-frustrated by how ridiculous this argument was-pressed his finger against the holopanel, and the gondola sailed back from whence it came.
As the two Covenant troops examined the front of the temple, plasma turrets were being placed throughout. There was one Unggoy at the top of the entrance, who appeared to be struggling in getting himself hunched inside of the turret.
The inside of the temple structure was writtled with Honor Guards. Their personalities were about as appealing as a statue's, giving the troops a vague sense of paranoia.
The Grunt Sargeant and Lop both entered the structure's main chamber, where the Prophet of Regret sat infront of a fairly short waterfall. Huddled next to him, unsuprisingly, were half a dozen Sangheili Honor Guards. What was with all the security, the crimson-armored Unggoy thought to himself. Was the Demon really on his way? If so, then these guys were in for one hell of a time.

Approximately fifteen minutes later, a gondola appeared at the entrance of the lake centered temple. However, by what the Honor Guard and his troops could see, there did not appear to be anybody onboard. Raising his pike, the Sangheili peaked over the main terminal, and saw the corpses of the two Elites he had so carelessly driven back.
"What in the-"
Just then, a plasma grenade flew over the top of the gondola, and onto the head of the heavily-armored Elite, putting him out of existence. With that, the Master Chief approached the temple from the back of the transporter, and opened a fresh can of "wup ass" on the unfortunate welcoming party.

"....And that's how I lost the name, Pol.", said Lop, who was standing in the corner of the temple's main chamber with the Grunt Sargeant.
"Boy, ya sure know how to tell a fine story. Have ya considered goin' professional?", asked the Unggoy.
Not but two seconds later, the doors of the chamber burst open, with a fully loaded fuel rod cannon hunched over the Spartan's right shoulder.
"Guards," exclaimed the Prophet of Regret "Remove this vermine from my site!"
However, each and every one of the surrounding Honor Guards were eliminated, once the Demon fired his newly acquired weapon.
"Oh, for pete's sake!", Lop squaked, "Him again!?"
"We have to get outta here.", the Grunt Sargeant said blankly, "Follow me."
The Master Chief hopped off of the railing, approached the waterfall on the opposite end of the room, and latched himself onto the San 'Shyuum's levitating wheelchair. With his shields disabled, Regret was gifted with several punches to the face until, finally, he fell onto the ground, cold and lifeless.
The two, remaining soldiers stood just outside of the Temple's main entrance, and glanced directly at the CCS-class Battlecruiser hovering just above their heads.
"Looks like they're bringin' in the big guns.", said Lop.
"Wait a second....", the Grunt Sargeant whispered, as a huge, purple beam-remeniscent of a gravlift-came down, destorying the ground at their feet.
By instinct, the Grunt leaped off of the temple's side, and into the body of water. Unable to swim, the Unggoy began to sink into the ocean. He was then taken by two, snakelike tentacles, which carried him into the abyss.

[Edited on 09.02.2007 9:29 AM PDT]

  • 09.01.2007 7:53 PM PDT

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nice chapter I see were your going with this

oh yeah almost forgot when is Sarge going to join up with the others?

  • 09.01.2007 8:08 PM PDT