to answer your question eagles5, yes, it is. I will add in a few new things, continuing the space battle and bringing the mc back, as i did in my original prologue, as you can all see in my first couple of posts way back on page 1. In other words, i'll be posting three chapters very shortly, maybe all of them within this week, although alot of it will be stuff i've posted before. Just depends on when i get a chance to do it.

Heritic just look at the date from when he first posted

where did u get these awesome stories...huh huh where please i want to know... just kidding these are awesome sir_brillant. how long did it take you to write them?

What i jost posted>??

good chapter Sir_Brilliant, u guys alrite? eagles long time no speak!!!

Nice chapter. Is this one leading to Fred and the 300 marines defending the base?

:D

When the Spartans were children, they were taught every single major battle in the history of Earth ever recorded. Every Spartan, regardless of how exhausted or tired they were from their calisthetics training, was always wide awake to see and learn about everything that had happened. That single story from his CO was the best he had ever heard, and possibly the best he would ever hear, depending on how well they would fare in the next day or so. Something seemed to move in the corner of his eye, and Will jerked the gauss cannon towards it so fast that any normal person would have whiplash to keep them hospitalized, for good. But nothing was there, nothing but shadows of a defeated ally. Easing up a bit, he set his motion sensors to maximum range and sensitivity, not really wanting to be caught off guard. But he could have sworn that something was there… Again something caught in his peripheral vision, but he waited this time, eyeing his motion sensors, waiting for them to tell him that he was right. Waiting for the enemy to come out of hiding, or at least the demons plaguing him to be proven nonexistent. Just then, his suspicions were proven correct, and the motion sensor displayed one, no…two targets approaching at four ‘o clock. Turning the gauss cannon around, he let loose two shots, each one eliminating the targets utterly and devastatingly. Both were Grunts, the one in front with a terminal hole where its abdomen should be and the other beheaded. He realized that the shots he let out would alert others, and kept himself quite alert. A fully charged plasma bolt streaked slowly towards him, and hearing it ducked behind the cover the gauss cannon gave, and let loose another barrage. More enemies fell, but he could hear the footsteps of more coming. There were too many of them, and he wasn’t sure whether he could take them all on. Not without cover and a good plan. They rushed him, and the trigger was pulled, letting out more fire from the cannon. He opened a channel to the other Spartans. “I’m taking heavy fire back at the Warthog. Don’t know how long I’ll hold them off. There’s too many of them!” But they kept coming and he kept firing. A Grunt primed a plasma grenade and threw it just before he could take it out, and it sailed through the air. The aim was too close to the Warthog, and Will jumped over the cannon and into the driver’s seat where the engine was still running, and slammed on the gas. Only a second later did the back fly into the air, but the Warthog kept together. He drove around the attacking vectors he’d noticed and caught up with Fred and Linda, who were all too happy to see the back of the car. Only then had he noticed that the back tires were completely dead and on fire, giving them the idea to leave the car. “Comm. station 32, we need a pickup at sector 290618. When can we get it?” “The closest thing we have is two minutes away from that location. We’ll send it immediately.” “Negative command. Tell them to pick us up in five. We have some unfinished business to attend to. Spartan -104 out. Will, take point. Lead us to them. Linda, take the rear, make sure nothing we spotted decides their too good for death. Light weapons; let’s make this fast and quiet.” They moved quickly, backtracking to their original position, but kept shy of it when their motion sensors went off. Will turned the corner and counted several Brutes and Elites, while most of the Grunts and Jackal’s where only on the ground, moving as much as the burning artillery behind them. Fred motioned for Linda to find a secure sniping spot and alert them when she was ready: She’d take out most of the targets if she could. Will and Fred would act as support. The only thing they worried about were the Drones that may attack her, something they didn’t normally have to worry about until the first attack on Earth. Times Change… Giving the go ahead, Linda let loose five shots, dropping all the brutes and stunning an Elite while taking down its shields, giving Fred the one-hit-kill he’d wanted all day. Then he and Will came out guns blazing, mowing down Elites and Drones alike. “Grenade!” came from behind them, and both jumped for cover as it exploded and let loose a torrent of sand into the air, and tore through the remaining Covenant forces on this side of the city. All air traffic was halted except for their ship, which wasn’t due in for another minute or so, and all airwaves were quiet. All except those from space. The Spartans took a moment to listen in on the conversations taking place, the barking of orders to take evasive maneuvers, to fire all weapons and evacuate the ships, to rearm and repair any and all fighters. “Damn wish we could help”, Will said bluntly. He kicked a rock underfoot and ended up crushing it, but it didn’t matter. “Don’t worry, we’ll get our share. Just you wait.” The Pelican came right on schedule, the downward thrusters throwing sand in every direction. The Spartans ran in, eager to get out of the graveyard they’d just seen and added residency to, and didn’t feel comfortable in it any longer. “Sirs, we’ve been ordered to take you to sector 620384 immediately. A huge Covenant force is building there, and you’re leading our troops. Our ETA is two hours. I’d suggest you catch some z’s while you can, cause it’s gonna be one hell of a ride after we land.”

Small walkways through the seemingly abandoned artillery unit led Fred and Linda through the charred metal and ground. All motion sensor readings were fuzzy to say the least, mainly due to fires that raged within and around all vehicles. Fred crouched at a corner and sneaked a glance past it, not seeing anything of worry, but feeling the situation wasn’t right, he waved for Linda to move ahead while he covered her. She did so wielding the M6C standard UNSC pistol, and from the way she held it, he knew that every moment holding the almost useless weapon reminded her of earlier days when the Spartans used only weapons specially designed for them. The M6D pistol was a much more powerful weapon, and although the M6C was much better than nothing, it wasn’t nearly high enough for Linda’s standards, let alone any other Spartan’s. But they managed. Now watching their rear, which was perfectly clear although too open for his liking, Fred stopped when Linda held up a fist, then motioned to fingers to her eyes and pointed directly ahead. Fred looked ahead to where she pointed, but couldn’t see what she was looking at. Picking up the assault rifle, he started to look through it, but was stopped by his partner, who covered the lens. She pointed to where her ears were, and Fred understood that the magnification lens makes a sound when changing its intensity, and leveled it. She quietly pulled out her sniper rifle and a small metallic pole from the left leg of her suit from a compartment he’d never seen before. Screwing the metallic piece to the sniper rifle, she aimed and fired it, both shots being almost utterly silent, the pole acting as a perfect silencer. Where she got that and when she changed that piece on her suit, I have to know. Just as the body dropped, he recognized it at a Grunt, the small size yet bulky armor hitting the ground with a thud. Several more gathered around it, as well as Jackals and Drones, who flew on top of a fallen tank, looking down upon the body. Linda let loose another four rounds, dropping the Drones and a Jackal, and then waved Fred in when she pulled out another clip to reload. Rushing in, the Grunts were too surprised to do anything but stay still, making easy targets. Each single shot burst instantly dropped one Grunt after another, until none were left standing. This was too easy. Unless it was a trap… He felt two more sniper rounds fly by his left shoulder all too close, but looking to its target, he found two downed elites, their active camouflage wearing off. Another one came from his right from inside a tank, throwing all its weight on him. It slammed its hand palm-up into his helmet, but the shields kept if from reaching. He quickly maneuvered himself into a strangle hold over the Elite, but it simply dropped and slipped through his grab. Now able to get a better look at it, the gold armored Elite turned towards Linda’s position and leaned back very quickly, another round almost hitting its head. Two more came and connected to its shields, which held, but Fred new it was an opportunity not to be taken lightly. He switched to fully automatic and fired at the Elite, who jumped off the burning artillery truck and landed behind cover. Starting to chase it, a communiqué came through on priority alert. “I’m taking heavy fire back at the Warthog. Don’t know how long I’ll hold them off. There’s too many of them!” Fred took a mad glance at Linda who already started on her way back, leaving Fred to take out his target. But time was against him, as in almost all situations, no matter how hard he tried. Unclipping a grenade from his belt, Fred took out the safety pin and rolled it towards the last known area the Elite was at, and made a dash back to the Warthog and Will. The explosion didn’t let him know whether the target was down, but he was pretty sure that it wouldn’t come back to haunt him. ****** Will crouched on the back of the Warthog, waiting for something to happen. He knew that at the moment, he was unprepared, but confident that whatever might or could come at him he could take out with minimal damage, all of which would be only to his shields. Watching the sky, he pondered on the power and magnitude of the vessels fighting above, how when some exploded they shown brighter than the sun, making another one in its wake, and giving his shadow a larger, stronger twin. He wondered about what the outcome of the battle would be what special preparations were made by the UNSC and any other secretive government organization that may have a finger in it. And more than anything else, he wondered about John and Kelly, his fellow Spartans, not gone, just lost. John was off on another expedition of his, which always seemed to be some vacation when he was gone but more like another war when he returned with stories to tell. The one of Halo was amazing, to say the least. Some of the things he’d heard sounded preposterous, ridiculous, and utterly unsound, even for a Spartan, and yet he believed every word of it.

Chapter 16 1835 Hours/ Tel Aviv, Israel Southern Platform Pushing farther on the throttle and changing gears, the Warthog roared down the abandoned streets of Tel Aviv, buildings both thousands of years old and maybe a decade old lay in ruins. Those who stood tall were covered with the dust of a thousands sandstorms, and no amount of cleaning material would ever wipe off the barrage they had taken. The dust tried to overtake the windshield of the Warthog, but Fred pulled a small lever to the right of the steering wheel, spraying a water/soap mixture onto it while the wipers cleaned it thoroughly. The Spartans set the visual receptors in their helmets to night vision, which although being a bright hour of the day, cleared the dust from their sight. Linda, sitting in the passenger seat and carrying her new sniper rifle on her shoulder, grabbed the handle and turned it upright, looking through the scope. The noise of it zooming in had not changed from the normal model and this new one, always a welcome noise. “Firing spotted up ahead. We’ll reach them in about half a minute.” “Any targets you can take out?” “Nothing is visible, even with the night vision. And I doubt the bullet will travel straight in this dust storm.” “That’s fine. Take Will’s new rocket launcher and be ready to use it. Will, keep ready on the gauss cannon. You’ll be the only thing defending us while Linda’s reloading.” “Don’t worry. I’m sure that I’ll have just as many CK as Linda, if not more. Just set up the target and they’ll eat a special metal to my liking.” Both Linda and Fred glanced at each other, both of them smiling. ****** “Man down! Man down! We need that artillery brought here immediately! Perez, Lucas, I want firing positions set up on the eastern and northern sections of this encampment! And where the hell are our reinfo-” “Incoming!” Everyone ducked for cover when a huge explosion rocked the entire base, scrambling omega leader’s insides. There were too many of them and not enough time or firepower on his side to keep the enemy at bay for much longer. He’d been promised reinforcements, but they had only a few minutes left before there was nothing to reinforce. “Firing teams, hold the line! If we don’t hold out for reinforcements, we’re all screwed. And if that happens, you won’t have to worry about those alien bastards. It’ll be me who feeds lead into your gut’s. Liperre, where’s that artillery!?” “The artillery has been surrounded is being taken out. Their just two clicks south of here, but we won’t be able to reach them in time.” In the corner of his eye, a green blob floated towards them slowly, but by the time Rogers turned to look dead on, it was already on Liperre. The plasma bolt discharge of a plasma pistol began eating away at the mans head, but it shook so violently that the helmet was thrown off and disintegrated while the man took whatever plasma left in his hair out. Rogers crouched down and let out a burst on a Grunt directly at ten ‘o clock. The rounds pierced its head and dropped it, giving him the chance to check on his marine. “I’m fine sir, just a scratch and some lost hair. We’ve only got twenty men left, and I don’t think they’ll be able to hold the perimeter for much longer. We need to evacuate right-” Plasma bolts flew overhead and both turned and discharged their weapons in the direction of fire, hoping to get a clean hit. “Get back, I’ll hold it here! Prepare to evacu-” “Sir! Look!” The marine pointed towards where they just fired, and a Warthog flew through the air, landing and crushing several grunts. The brakes screeched loudly, deafening both of them, and an Elite flew off into the distance, too far to see where. The gauss cannon on the back fired over and over again, each shot hitting its desired target. “Holy cow, I don’t believe it,” Rogers said in disbelief. “Would never have guessed that we’d get a Spartan to give us a hand. Well, what are you waiting for? Now’s your chance to get out of here. Regroup the men and tell them to set up base at coordinates 030022.” “Yes sir!” Liperre ran off, while Rogers went over to the Warthog. The three Spartans within it simply stunned him, almost too much for words. But he forced them out of his mouth. “Sirs, thanks for the help. We’ve been pinned down here for two hours. I’ve just sent my best marine to regroup the rest of our force, but I don’t think we’ll have enough to do anything on our own. Our communications systems have been taken out, and we could use a lift out of here.” The Spartan nodded, and in the massive suit of armor he wore, Rogers wondered whether he was already signaling a pickup team or doing something else. Solitaire might be fun. “Sir, we were supposed to have artillery sent here to give us a hand, but they were stopped by Covenant forces two clicks back in that direction,” pointing to seven thirty. “I’m sure if they’re still there, they could use a hand.” “We’re on it. Pelican’s will pick you up. ETA three minutes. Be ready; Covenant ships are coming out of nowhere. They might try to stop you if they get the chance. Don’t give it to them.” “Yes sir!” He saluted rigidly, and the Spartan returned it, then through the car into reverse and slammed on the gas, careening the Warthog back. Maneuvering it around, it kept going even after he switched back to normal driving mode, and left a huge trail of dust in its wake. Rogers walked out to where the Warthog had just been, and saw a single Elite lying on the ground, struggling to reach its plasma rifle. Walking over to it, he picked up the gun and the Elite grabbed hold of his leg, but its squeeze was weak. Pointing the gun at its head, disgust filled his entire being, as the bodies of more marines lay in the background of his vision. “Get the hell off my planet, Covenant scum.” With that, the charred face showed no emotion, and the hand attached to his leg weakened, never to rise again. ****** “Yes chief, the last report we received from artillery unit 273 was recorded just half an hour ago. They reported to be but shy of where you stated. All communication was severed with them as they were under radio silence so not to give away their position.” Looks like that failed miserably. “We will investigate the last recorded position. Keep me informed of any changes on the battle overhead and anything that happens down here.” “Understood. Comm. station 32 over and out.” The sandstorm had stopped, but it hadn’t shined any light upon this town. Now everything they wish they had seen they wished they didn’t. The ruins were enormous, a sight to behold. They refused to take it lightly, and Fred pushed a little harder on the gas. “Look on the bright side,” Linda stated while looking out into the horizon, “at least we can see where we’re going. Better to fall into hell with the senses you trust then heaven without any of them.” “That’s questionable, but for another time. Will, get that gauss cannon ready, we’re approaching the perimeter. Linda, take out any stragglers that aren’t our own. If anyone spots our forces, let the rest of us know immediately, and we’ll get them to safety. Without the good intel I wanted, we’re going in blind.” Two acknowledgement lights blinked on his HUD as the Warthog tore through the sand dune. The horizon ahead was shaky from the intense heat of 55° centigrade; although their internal suit temperature kept cool enough for each of them. Pushing down the clutch and sending the vehicle into 6th gear, the engine roared and their destination neared quickly. The Warthog’s radar showed no motion whatsoever, which was a bad sign. Especially since the armory trucks were now visible in the distance, and no movement meant either no survivors or that they all escaped. Or were hiding in the ruins. Coming up on the coordinates set, heavy tanks and artillery were scorched, burnt, twisted in ways Fred didn’t think possible. There wasn’t too much of it, enough to count using only his own fingers. He stopped the car and left the keys in the ignition, jumped out, and waved for Linda to follow. Will was about to come along as well, but Fred showed the ‘halt’ signal, and Will stayed with the car. Readying the new assault rifle, Fred set it to single-shot burst to keep any attacker at bay while allowing his aim to be perfect. The leeway this gave let him know that no recoil would stunt any later shots, and if a Grunt or Jackal, or anything else with or without shields that was simply unprepared for their arrival, that his first shot could take out the target. If there was anything that he might not be able to take on so easily, the switch to automatic fire was right next to the trigger. “Radio silence unless they find the Warthog or anyone finds survivors. Clear?” Both gave thumbs up, remembering not to use the suit to suit signal transfer system to show acknowledgement and other functions. When attacking the Unyielding Hierophant, they were found because they used that simple communiqué, and their position was found with pinpoint accuracy. That mistake cost a life, and Fred would not soon forget it.

Go to page 135 and 136. All the chapters are there. From there just go up throught the pages so you only have to search through 20 or so pages not 157.

hey sir brilliant, could u put all your work togehter and im it to me please, i read the early stuff, but i really dont have time to read and look through all 157 pages of this topic, very good story writing, thank you very much if u could, dont bother if u dont want to though and for u guys who are making up weapons, the weapon must have a purpose that has already not been taken, so no more hybrid weapons

for the automatic shotgun, its already been thought of, and possibly in the works. but not for now, because it would be useless and way too early. but don't worry, we'll see some sweet weapons soon enough. as for the new chapter, i'd expect for you guys to be able to read it tomorrow morning. I say that i expect it because last week i stayed up pretty much all night, and i mean all night, switching between watching dvd's and writing the chapter. Even though i was still up when the sun came over the hill, i did manage an hour and a half of sleep, and the next day i was fine. A bit twitchy, but fine nonetheless. So i'm almost absolutely positive that you can wake up to it tomorrow if you really want to, while i stay up all night chillin and, with how this new chapters gonna go, killin.

hey brilliant whens the new chptr. comin out?

oh, sorry. Id try and think of more ideas but im tired...

most of the guns in halo arnt to futuristic anyways (human) so you dont have to think of to many crazy things.

good ideas but not really practical

I belive the shotgun idea has been brought up several times.

OMG ive been gone for a week and now I found this on the third pg. I think it needs to be brought back up. anyways, if this hasnt been suggested yet, how about an auto shotgun for the humans and something like a shock rifle for the convenant that kills in two hits and has three straight fires before overheating.

Hi SB in the novel first strike MC is in a longsword fighter at the start and the bore size is stated as 110 mm on the rotary cannons just to help out on the gun size.

Hey guys I'm have a fanfic up on the forums. Check it out. [url]http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=3404783&viewreplies=true #end [/url] On the bullet size, I'd say go google it. Look up what the different calibur bullets look like and the amount of a punch they pack. [Edited on 5/19/2005]

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] SlimPickens85 How good was the H2 limited edition? should I drop the extra 20 to get it? i heard it was just a few little snippets of extra stuff. Oh and just incase anyone cares i was doing some calculating and to accelerate a 600 ton proj. to 1/4 the speed of light would take a huge amount of energy, I couldnt count that high cause i only have so many appendages. But its high enough to seem that it cant be done with human tech in 2550.[/quote] omg people now a days Read my sig!

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] SlimPickens85 How good was the H2 limited edition? should I drop the extra 20 to get it? i heard it was just a few little snippets of extra stuff. Oh and just incase anyone cares i was doing some calculating and to accelerate a 600 ton proj. to 1/4 the speed of light would take a huge amount of energy, I couldnt count that high cause i only have so many appendages. But its high enough to seem that it cant be done with human tech in 2550.[/quote] if you're talking about the mac guns, then it's not pure energy used by humans. they're using the electromagnetic force, like the strongest force in teh universe, to propel the projectile, which is so much easier than simply throwing something.

bullets size in caliber is in inches, and i'm not sure about if this is how it works, but if you multiple .30 by 25.4(the conversion factor of inches to mm) you can even do it in your head (7.5 + .12) that's 7.62 like the pistol's 12.7mm is equivalent to .50 cal

How good was the H2 limited edition? should I drop the extra 20 to get it? i heard it was just a few little snippets of extra stuff. Oh and just incase anyone cares i was doing some calculating and to accelerate a 600 ton proj. to 1/4 the speed of light would take a huge amount of energy, I couldnt count that high cause i only have so many appendages. But its high enough to seem that it cant be done with human tech in 2550.

the new covenant should be sharquoi bc it mentioned them in the letters book that came w/h2 limited edition [Edited on 5/19/2005]