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[Story] Streams of Fire *(Chapters 15 has arrived!!!)*

This is my first fan fiction, or my first fiction, period. So feel free to give me any criticism or comments, as they usually are helpful... For those who are too lazy to sit and read this here, you can download one of these 3 PDF files and read them wherever you want on: [url=http://docs.google.com/open?id=0B_BP88KGqGTnNzU1NWJmYzAtMWU5ZS00Nzg5LTgzZmItYjQ0ZjZkYjY2NTU3]Your computer[/url] [url=http://docs.google.com/open?id=0B_BP88KGqGTnMzM1ZmJiNDctZmJmNi00MzkyLTlkY2UtNzZkMTNkYTA5ZmZh]Your iPad or eReader[/url] or even [url=http://docs.google.com/open?id=0B_BP88KGqGTnODBkZTQxN2UtMWZkZC00YjI3LTg3ODAtN2I0NDIyNjEyM2Yz]Your iPhone or iPod touch[/url] These PDF will be updated with the post here, so you can grab the new one when the chapter is up. All you have to do to download the PDF files is click "File" then "Download Original" To pull this file into iBooks on you iPod or iPad, simply send it to yourself as an attachment in an email. Open that email on your selected device and there should be an option to import it into iBooks, where you can read in the comfort of wherever you happen to be. You may also notice a shiny new cover. Keep in mind that I made it, and I am in no way an artist, and I drew it on my iPod too... If you would like to contribute a more awesome cover, please do so. I would love a nice, even shinier cover... [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=48303195&postRepeater1-p=1#48303855]Chapter 1[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=48303195&postRepeater1-p=1#48303931]Chapter 2[/url](it's in the middle of the post) [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=48303195&postRepeater1-p=1#48303997]Chapter 3[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=48303195&postRepeater1-p=1#48388277]Chapter 4[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=48303195&postRepeater1-p=1#48473026]Chapter 5[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=48303195&postRepeater1-p=1#50245125]Chapter 6[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=48303195&postRepeater1-p=2#54105324]Chapter 7[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=48303195&postRepeater1-p=2#59135727]Chapter 8[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=48303195&postRepeater1-p=2#59135803]Chapter 9[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=48303195&postRepeater1-p=3#60043938]Chapter 10[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=48303195&postRepeater1-p=3#60111189]Chapter 11[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=48303195&postRepeater1-p=3#63477589]Chapter 12[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=48303195&postRepeater1-p=3#64561818]Chapter 13[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=48303195&postRepeater1-p=4#64562113]Chapter 14[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=70212379]Chapter 15[/url] [b]Streams of Fire Prologue[/b] The battery of my wrist computer was dead. Of all times for it to happen, the nearly limitless energy source that powered it had gone out. I stared at the black screen, my reflection showing clearly, despite the long crack running through it. It was the first time in fifteen years that I had seen my face. I had always been too busy, too focused to spend time in front of a mirror. I gazed now into eyes that seemed unfamiliar, a face covered with scars that I could barely remember, and a short crop of hair much different from the long style of my adolescence. Gray patches were just starting to appear, odd, considering my age of 35. I guess that's what war does to a man. I pulled the busted contraption off my bleeding forearm, and threw it to the charred dirt. I put my hands to my face, holding back the tears of a battle gone bad, continuing them upwards through my graying hair. Then, as if a switch had turned off, my arms dropped, lifeless, to the ground. I no longer had the energy, nor the will to move, the day had drained all hope from me. I sat in silence, leaning against the useless warthog, watching the landscape around me burning. Reach was glassed, but for some reason, where I was had been left untouched. I watched what were once mountains flicker behind the heatwaves of the superheated surface. I heard the fizzling of the air around me as the temperature continued to rise. I felt the sweat dripping from my beaten brow. My senses were ablaze with the symphonies of a dying planet, and all I could do was wait, wait until I joined it. Reach's last hour had arrived, and I had been unfortunate enough to be stranded on it. Strangely, my thoughts veered away from my situation, and drifted towards my past. I put my head back, staring into the fiery sky. I watched a Covenant cruiser drifting silently overhead, its purple hull creating a stark contrast against the orange and crimson sky. It flickered with the flames of a burning world, its plasma weapons finally finished. I stared at it for what seemed like hours, and then I finally closed my eyes, and drifted off into another world. [Edited on 02.17.2012 10:25 PM PST]
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  • As night approached, and the two, red suns of Jericho VII set, I continued to mourn my sister's death, and continued to mull over what Sergeant Lewis had said to me. As the second of Jericho's four moons approached its zenith in the sky, I stood, and the marine led me to the Sergeants office, where he was poring over maps of the area, a 3-D hologram of the planet rotating slowly on the corner. As I entered the room, he stood and nodded. The marine saluted, and left the room. We both sat down, and he began to speak. "Now I have a transport headed here in 3 hours to take us outta here to the destroyer [i]Three if by Space[/i], and until then, I want you to get some rest. I have a bed prepared for you by the -" He stopped mid-sentence, and we listened as plasma fire sounded from outside. "Ah, hell." he cursed "Looks like you'll have to rest later, they found us, son. We've got a long three hours ahead of us." Once outside, the Sergeant seemed confused. "They're usually much more aggressive than this." he said, "Something's up, son, and I don't like it." He pulled out a radio, and contacted his second-in command. "Corporal, what's goin on up there?" "Sir! It's just grunts sir," a static-filled voice replied over the intercom, "nothing but a few grunts and a jackal. It's too weird Sergeant, this doesn't feel right." "No elites? No brutes? Are you sure they aren't just cloaked?" "We're sure sir, we've got heat signatures and IR sensors. Nothing but grunts and a jackal." The Sergeant's brow furrowed with confusion. The Covenant sending a single unit against a fully armed base didn't make any sense. "Well, take 'em out just the same, and keep an eye out for any elites, they may have upgraded their cloaking tech." He finally replied to the Corporal. He pocketed the radio and sat back down, stroking his chin in concentration. "Why would they just send one unit against an entire base?" He though out loud. As I thought, an idea struck me. " Maybe they don't want to take the base?" I replied. "Maybe they just want to keep you busy?" "Busy? Busy for what?" The Sergeant asked. Then a voice sounded over the comm. "Attention all personnel on the surface of Jericho VII. This is Commander Gregory Harris of the UNSC Destroyer [i]Three if by Space[/i], the covenant are dipping towards the planets surface, presumably to begin glassing. I am ordering total evacuation of the surface. I repeat, full evacuation is now in effect. All UNSC personnel to retreat to orbit. All UNSC personnel to retreat to orbit. This message will now repeat." Sergeant Lewis turned the comm. off. "Damn!, that pilot better high-tail it over here if we're gonna get out of this!" He picked up the comm. and began broadcasting to the ship. "Come in, Commander Harris. This is Sergeant Renato Lewis requesting immediate evac, over." "Sergeant Lewis, this is Commander Harris, your pilot just left to pick your boys up, don't you worry, she'll be there soon. Good luck, Sergeant." the Sergeant breathed a sigh of relief. But it didn't last long. Screams and explosions came from outside, and the Corporal came in over the radio. "Sir, they're everywhere sir!" "Damn it, Corporal! What's everywhere?! What's happening out there?!" "The elite's sir, they just dropped down from the sky, like the ODST's do sir, hundreds of pods! We can't keep 'em back for long!" The Sergeant sat down, dumbfounded, then his head shot up and he grabbed the comm. "Commander Harris!, this is Sergeant Lewis, come in!" "What is it, Sergeant?! I've got way too many things going on right now, your pilot's on her way!" The Commander responded, clearly much more stressed than during their last talk with him. "Sir! The Covenant cruisers, aren't glassing, sir! They came in close to drop thousands of elites down on our heads! They're going to target the evac centers, all the citizens are fleeing to their deaths! Call of the evac, sir! Warn the survivors before it's too late!" The silence alone showed how shocked the Commander was. The time seemed to stretch on as he decided what to do. "Sergeant, get your men outta there. We don't have the forces to protect against that many elites. We have to pull back, save what we can." "Sir!? We can't just leave the people to die -" "We don't have a choice, now I want you to evac your men. That's an order, soldier." "...Yes, sir." Sergeant Lewis relied angrily. The comm. went dead and he threw it against the wall, smashing it to pieces. He yelled in anger and tipped his desk, kicking through the cheap wood pressboard that made up its surface. I stared in horror, unable to move while I sat in my chair, the full impact of the news sinking in. The Sergeant sat down and rested his head in his hands. I was about to speak, but the radio spoke first. "Sergeant! This is Private Sims! We're being massacred out here, sir! We're down to only a few men, Corporal Reid is dead, we need back-up sir!" [Edited on 08.31.2010 6:51 PM PDT]

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