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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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  • "Drop ship Bravo 592" Le Blanc grumbled over the radio. "Report to the bridge, I'd like to have a word." "You heard the man!" Walker insisted, "Let's get movin' on the double!" Walker, Luck, and I made our way to the bridge, happy to leave the Spartans behind us. We arrived at the bridge, and my eyes were instantly drawn to the view of Jericho VII from the thick window of the Resolute's bridge. When I snapped out of my reverie, I was surprised to see Luck and Walker saluting Le Blanc. I turned to see Le Blanc looking towards me, noticing that I was only a civilian. "At ease." He ordered, my two companions lowered their arms. "Now, this is just a formality. I've called you here let you know that you are now a functioning unit of my crew, and that you are to do as I say. Is that clear?" "Sir, yes sir!" Luck and Walker quickly replied. I was not quite sure what to do or say. I wasn't sure if I was allowed to speak, and I wasn't sure if he was even talking to me at all, or just to the other two. "What about you, son?" He asked me, lowering his voice from that of a commanding officer to that of a concerned chaperone. "Do you want to be a part of my ship or not?" "I-I don't know sir." I said, a little intimidated by the implications of the question. " I lost a lot in the last few days. In fact, I've lost everything, and I really don't know what to do, sir." He nodded, understanding my sentiments. "Let me know if you change your mind, I can use every hand I can get." He turned to Walker. "Corporal," Walker snapped to attention, "I'm assigning you to a squad under Sergeant Yang, you'll find them on level 3. Dismissed." Walker promptly turned and left, as Le Blanc focused on Luck. "Flight Officer Lukenowski," Luck turned her attention to Le Blanc, "I lost a few of my own pilots today, You're gonna need to fill in. Are you up to it?" "Sir, yes sir!" Luck answered. "You know where to go then, pilot. Dismissed." She made her exit just as Walker did, leaving me alone with Le Blanc. He turned back to me. "I want you to report to level 4." He began scribbling something on sheet of paper. "You're going to ask for a Private Williams, and you will give him this." He handed me the paper. "He will provide you with a bunk, a uniform, and a firearm. Even though you aren't a marine, if all goes to hell, you're gonna need to be. Dismissed." I stood for a minute, as Le Blanc turned back to his work. I backed up and leaned against the wall as he muttered something to a staff member, and I let my mind wander. I thought about my sister, about Sergeant Lewis, and even about my mother. The door next to me opened, jarring me from my memories, and my eyes stayed glued to the figure who had entered. It was a Spartan. From this close, I could see how huge he really was. I wondered, like many before me, if, behind that shiny visor and armor, there was even a person. I found it hard to imagine a man that big. He walked to the Captain, and they had a brief conversation, but I couldn't make out what they were saying from my spot. Before long, the Spartan turned and stood, watching the planet, and my eyes shifted from his immense form to see the Covenant ships sending streams of fire to the surface. The Covenant was glassing my planet, my home, and the image would forever be imprinted in my memory. [Edited on 08.31.2010 6:35 PM PDT]

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