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Recently I decided to do a fan fic about Admiral Cole's retaking of the Harvest System. The introduction (posted here) doesn't have much action, but I'll get to that soon. Anyway, let me know what you think.
Retaking Harvest
By: SpartanPatriarch
Note: This goes without saying, but Halo is a trademark of Bungie studios.
Chapter 1: Long Road Home
November 25, 2552
UNSC Cruiser Hammer of Thor
“I heard someone say they’re eight feet tall, with all kinds of flashy armour,” remarked Jeffrey.
“My ***! We all know nobody has ever seen one of those damn critters. Hah!” Bruce remarked, chewing the end of his cigar, its smoke filling the small living chamber.
Mark stared at the wall, smoking his own cigar. “All I know is I’m gonna wax a whole bunch of those ******** and get me a medal from some admiral!”
“Yeah, I bet,” replied Jeffrey, hitting him in the arm.
Vice Admiral Preston Cole strode onto the bridge, his uniform a dark blue against the dull gray of his surroundings. “Lieutenant Janz, what is our situation?”
“Sir, our ETA at the Harvest System is 3 hours. Still no sign of enemy contact,” replied Janz, a hint of anticipation in her eyes.
“And the rest of the fleet?” asked Cole. He realized that he was leading into battle the largest force ever assembled in human history, against an alien species they knew almost nothing about.
“Nothing out of the ordinary, sir,” she replied.
Cole stood there, contemplating his next move. “Very well. Instruct the fleet to make ready for battle. I don’t want to get caught off guard by the…Covenant.”
“Very well, sir. This is the Hammer of Thor to the UNSC fleet…”
Klaxons began sounding throughout the ship. Jeffrey, Bruce and Mark all quickly rose from their seats and briskly moved towards the Longsword launch bay. They bragged about their to-be exploits to one another, b-blam!- with confidence.
Little did any of them know that in a few hours, they would be engaged with the most fearsome enemy in Human history.