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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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  • Knowing that the spartan was still on our side gave me hope for success. I turned towards Reynolds, who was still crawling from the elite. I raised my AR and opened fire. The elite was distracted by the bullets hitting its shields. Reynolds realized that he had an opening, and pulled the shotgun off his back. He aimed up at the elite, and fired directly into its chest. The elite's shields popped, Reynolds fired again, and it fell, a gaping hole in its chest. I ran over and helped Reynolds to his feet. "Good work, private." I congratulated, "We need to regroup. Head back to the door." "But sir," He commented, confused by my request, "we're in the middle of a battle. If we turn our backs, we'll be taken out." I chuckled a bit, and pointed into the sky. "You see that banshee?" I asked him, he nodded "That's the spartan, he survived." "How is that possible, sir?" "His bio-monitor was fried in the landing, so when I checked him after the banshee. it read KIA, when he was still alive. Now, I told you to regroup, the spartan will cover!" "Sir, yes sir!" He ran off towards the door, shotgun still raised. I had a good feeling about that kid. He wasn't doing too badly for his first battle. Then my attention returned to the nearby battle. I activated my comm. "Regroup at the door to the station! This is Sergeant Roland, the Spartan is in that banshee, he will cover us. We need to organize." I broadcasted. "Roland, this is Duncan." I heard in my ear, "You told me the Spartan was KIA!" "There was a suit malfunction, I'll explain later. Just head back to the doors, he'll cover our backs!" "I'm in charge here, Sergeant! One man can't cover a retreat." I winced as I remembered the bad blood between the spartans and the ODSTs. "Sir, I know you don't trust spartans, but we need to get organized. The Spartan has a banshee, he can take out quite a few covenant soldiers while we do so." The silence said more than his words ever could. He knew I was right. "...Alright, my ODSTs and I will make our way back to the doors. Try and find the civilians, if they're still alive." "Will do, sir!" The comm went dead, and I raised my rifle again. I flipped my eyepiece down, so I could see waypoints over my misfit match of soldiers. I went towards the civilians, fighting my way through hordes of grunts. I found the three remaining civis in a tight circle, mowing down the grunts around them. They saw me and nodded in recognition. I joined their circle, and aided in keeping the grunts at bay. "We're heading back to the doors to regroup and organize!" I yelled over the sounds of gunfire. I turned to one of the civilians who I had recognized as Frank Young. "Come with me." Young gave me a nod and the four of us made our way to meet the others, the tremors of plasma mortar fire behind us as Keiichi mopped up the rest of the alien troops. We were down to a force of 13, 3 marines, 3 civilians, 6 ODSTs, and Keiichi-047. Now that the covenant were stopped, for now, we stood together by the doors, trying to think of a way inside. Keiichi was the first to think of an idea. "What about the plasma mortar of the banshee? Maybe it has enough force to break in." he offered. "No," Duncan returned, "Once the covenant declared war on us, all secure buildings were retro-fitted to be able to withstand plasma explosions." "What about this?" The Spartan held up a silver cylinder. "I got this from the elite that piloted that banshee. Would it be able to slice through it?" "It's worth a try." I suggested. "You know how to work that thing?" I asked. The Spartan laughed. "I guess we'll find out." He turned it on, the blade appearing. He shrugged as if the say [i]Here goes nothing[/i], and plunged the sword into the metal doors. [Edited on 09.25.2010 3:23 PM PDT]

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