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11/16/2008 12:33:57 AM
I wrote a few short stories over the past 3-5 days. I hope you enjoy, please comment if you read any of them. The one about the grunt is VERY short, and I personally don't think the one about the Brute is very entertaining. The first two, especially the first one, are much better though, and I think if anyone reads them they should hopefully enjoy. Anyway: [b] John Cerano, 105th Orbital Shock Drop Troopers' Division: [/b] “Cerano. CERANO; Wake up!” The LT yelled. My name is John Cerano and I’m a recruit for the 105th ODST Division. Yes, I want to be a Helljumper. My father was an ODST, he was given the Purple Heart for a spike to the head; but died shortly after the ceremony. Unknown brain trauma or something. His deathbed wish was that I would join the Helljumpers, and become one. It was Ok; I wanted to anyway. The Helljumpers may be insane, but damn exhilarating. Ok, there was the danger, admittedly many an ODST had died from the jumps, and true, then there was the brutes AFTER the jump. I didn’t care. And I still don’t. I got up from my bed. It was most likely about 6:05 AM, when the LT did his rounds. He would actually inspect every bed, one by one, having remembered all of our names from the first day. It was the last week of training, and I thought I was doing well. If I could curb my oversleeping habits, I’d pass. I passed everything else: I excelled on the guns course, particularly with the BR-55 and sniper, I’d “exceeded expectations” on the CQC and assault courses, and I was among the top on the weapons field strip. I failed to be awake and ready on time, and as I looked around at my platoon-mates, jeering at me, stifling laughs behind the Sgt. and LT.’s backs. I got dressed pretty quickly, and sorted out my footlocker. The LT nodded, and left. My last week was looking boring, it was mental training. All the physical and weapon training was over. [A week later] Once my last week had passed, I prepared to enter my first day of duty. I was aboard the UNSC Forward Unto Dawn, and was preparing my HEV to be deployed onto Reach. I carefully placed my new Battle Rifle into the drop-casing and sealed it. I pushed the drop pod out and clambered into my HEV. I have a trick for these; I close my eyes, and I fall asleep. Instantly. The feeling is amazing. My eyes snapped open; I looked around and noticed I was nearing the ground. I was jolted awake by the HEV telling me I was 5 minutes to landfall. I prepared myself as the parachute deployed. I told myself “I’ll hear that snapping sound and the parachute will deploy… any second now…” but it didn’t come. Two minutes to landfall, and I was running out of time. I grew frantic, and hammered on the manual override button. A calm female voice told me the parachute was able to be manually activated, and I mashed the button with my fist. I had 10 seconds to deploy that parachute, or I was going to be a stain on the carpet. I heard the first drogues [small chute to drag out the main chute] come out and finally felt the HEV snap into a calm speed as the main chute billowed out. I thought that was the last of my problems. I was wrong. I felt a horrible jolt, worrying me, and suddenly felt myself speeding up. I could hear a whipping noise, and could feel air around me. “-blam!-!” the HEV had been hit by Flak and the sealed door had started to come away. Worse still, the parachute had been tangled by the impact, and had lost over half of its air resistance. I grew frantic again. I was only 30 seconds from the ground, about 2000 m up. “If I manage to keep the door on, I might make it through” I thought to myself. I gripped the door handle with all my might, tugging on it, hard as I could. I felt a tear emerge from my eye due to the strain. My teeth were grinding together as the door slowly but surely came away from the rest of the HEV pod. I remembered to breathe, and remembered my emergency training. I kicked on the small switch near the floor of the pod to activate more drogues. I felt myself slowing down, and as I looked out of the gap between myself and the door, I noticed I was far more than 5 km above the surface. My situation worsened. “-blam!- it,” I thought “First op and I’m gonna die. Great” My feet started slipping, as the pressure had not equalized with that outside of the pod. I was dragged closer to my doom. And still I had far more than a minute to go. My boots gave way, and I fell from the cockpit of my HEV. I knew the only way I was going to survive was to hug myself to the door [silver surfer style] and pray it didn’t flip. It was crazy, with around 30 seconds to go (I was sure this time), I would burn up. I was still 3 km from landfall and had been dragged out of the cockpit. My face was soaked with sweat and tears from the strain of holding the door on. My cheeks were held tight by the grim expression on my face, but I kept on holding onto the door. The heat! I felt my skin actually start to burn. Like when you’re extremely sunburnt, and someone pours hot water on you; I was in agony, but my ordeal was nearly over. My fingers, which, were in fact cased, like the rest of me, in my body suit, started to blister. The heat was incredible and the pain more so. I could not believe what was happening to me on what was literally my first day of service. I looked over the edge of the door, sparing a glance finally, and was awestruck. I wasn’t the only one in this predicament. No. No time for that. No time for thinking. Clear my head. What can I see? I’m about 15 seconds to the impact. Oh god. Brace myself. I’m not helpless, I’m not helpless, I’m not helpless I’ll be ok… -blam!- I am helpless, I’m gonna die! [Edited on 11.18.2008 11:32 AM PST]

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    11/16/2008 12:53:19 PM Permalink
    If you do read any of these, please comment what you think of them. Thanks in advance. [Edited on 11.18.2008 11:29 AM PST]
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    11/16/2008 12:52:10 PM Permalink
    Very short one about a Grunt called Nanak (yes I know its the name of the Sikh Guru, but I already wrote it when I realised... if it offends anyone (like anyone is going to read it =[ ) then tell me and I'll change it.) [b] Nanak the Grunt Minor[/b] Nanak slammed his tiny fists on the deck. The Phantom had just left with his squadron on it, but a meanie had taken his place. He cast his plasma pistol to the floor and sat down, sulking. He slammed his fists on the deck again a made a frustrated squeaking sound. “Not fair. Me want go home.” His squad, including his Nipple-mate had just left for Balaho when a Brute had shoved him aside, taking his place on the Phantom, and thus he was left on the big ship with the other Brute meanies and the Jackals. ‘Brute Meanie! Not fair. Me want go home.’ he thought. A Jackal walked past him, making a funny sound when it saw him. He turned and looked at it, his eyes wide with sudden fear. The Jackal kicked him as it walked past, laughing, making fun of him, but its fun was short lived: Two Grunt Ultras had just rounded the corner, having heard Nanak’s tiny voice. One pulled a Needler and pointed it menacingly at the Jackal. The other yelled “I’m here for you; Nipple-Mate!” Nanak stood to his feet, grabbing his plasma pistol, realising his Nipple-mate had not left on the Phantom either. They all pointed there weapons at the Jackal. Nanak charged screaming in his incredibly high voice and fired two plasma rounds into the ceiling above. “raaaaaargh! me eat Jackal me eat me eat!” he shouted. He over charged his pistol, but then dropped it on the floor. It span across the floor, firing into the wall as the Jackal backed into a large Brute. The Brute pushed it to the floor, kicking it and then glared at the three miniscule Grunts. “WHAT IS GOING ON HERE. QUIET IT DOWN, THE CHIEFTAIN CAN HERE YOU ON PORT SIDE OF THE SHIP! Now shut up before I cook you and eat YOU MYSELF!” it growled. Nanak cried, “Stick close to me, Nipple-mate!” he said, both of them running around the corner, away from the ruckus. The other grunt Ultra ran with them, all three scared. They didn’t ever want to cross a Brute again. Although they still hated Jackals. [Edited on 11.18.2008 11:37 AM PST]
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    11/16/2008 12:38:03 AM Permalink
    [b] Krasus, Jiralhanae Armour Chieftain. [/b] Krasus stared the dead Marine up and down, savouring its bloody flesh. He licked his lips, dropped his hammer, and picked it up. He looked down at it, licked its face. Looking at it, it seemed to be a female. He pulled the dark green helmet from its head, ripped its hair off, and set to work. He took all of its armour and clothes off before starting to eat it. He was almost finished; it had been twenty minutes, when he heard a noise. He heard a click-click noise, and then heard it again. He stood to his feet, put his ornate headdress back on, grabbed his Gravity Hammer and roared. He looked around, eyes darting from side to side. He roared again, kicked the almost fleshless carcass aside and stomped his foot. He bent his knees a little, leaned forward with his gravity hammer in one hand, and sniffed the air. He heard the noise again, his head dashing to the left. He bellowed, stamped his foot again, and charged; “Raaaaaaaagh!” The Marine never saw the Brute. All he heard was a deep roar, stomping feet and a whooshing noise, which brought his end before he even had time to turn around. The Brute caught the tiny human off guard, swinging his immense hammer and battering him in the skull. “THE PACK SHALL FEAST ON YOU!” he yelled, grabbing the dead marine by the leg in his left hand, and dragging his corpse away with him. He walked back to the podium he had been standing on, where now gathered two Minors, two Ultras and two Captains, the remainder of his pack after the Demon had visited, rescuing several Marines and killing many Jiralhanae. Krasus, the Chieftain grunted, threw the heavily battered, bruised and bleeding Marine into the centre, and gestured to the other Jiralhanae to eat. He had already eaten enough to sustain himself for the rest of the week, they would survive till tomorrow. He looked down to one of the bodies of a felled Captain. He kneeled down by the corpse, and mourned the loss. Halfway through eating, his comrades joined him in this. He stood, held his Hammer aloft, while they crouched on one knee. He roared, promising to kill the Demon, so that the pack might sear him. Many weeks later, Krasus and the remainder of his pack were ready to be sent to Earth, to capture “The Crow’s Nest He had no idea what a Crow’s Nest was but he was ready to attack it. “For the Prophets!” he yelled, Gravity Hammer held high while his pack kneeled on one knee. Once they had been dropped on Earth via Phantom, they spread out. Krasus and his pack were to capture the “Barracks”. He discovered he was to get another shot at killing the Demon. A few more Minors and more Captains had been added to his pack, at the cost of his two Ultras. He and these soldiers battled their way through the “Crow’s Nest,” eradicating entire Marine fire teams. The Jiralhanae fought hard, and they came to the “barracks” and there they waited for the Demon; and there they found it. The Demon managed to kill many of Krasus’ Brutes. Krasus was enraged, he bellowed, holding his gravity hammer in front of his chest, bending forward, he stomped one foot and charged, jumping left and right and he pinpointed his foe. The Demon was clever, as Krasus swung his Gravity Hammer he jumped, the force propelling him. But he was not too clever for Krasus. He jumped, higher than the Demon had, landing on the same platform as it had. He looked to the Demon, paused for a second and charged one more, roaring. The demon shot at him, missing most of his shots but hitting him once in his headdress, knocking it off. This just made Krasus angrier. He reached the Demon, holding his hammer above his head; he jumped and swung it down. He missed again, and the Demon escaped once more. Krasus narrowed his eyes, but before he could start his charge again, while his hammer was still on the floor, the Demon struck. Shooting Krasus in the chest, taking him aback, and then following it up with a melee hit to the face. Krasus fell back, bleeding. The Demon pulled a shotgun, Krasus howled; he wanted it. Throwing his hammer aside, he grabbed it moving out of the way of the barrel as it fired, he pulled it from the Demons hands. Turning it round he pushed his large finger into the trigger guard, breaking it off and firing a round into the Demons armour. All the while, the Demon had been lining up a headshot with its last weapon, an M6 Magnum. The Chieftain fired again, hitting the Demon, but he was too late. A fraction of a second before he fell back from the blast, winded but unhurt, a large magnum round penetrated the Brute’s skull and lodged itself in his brain. Krasus roared, threw himself on the human, wrestling him to the ground. He slammed his fists into the Demon. However it was not to be. Krasus’ voice died in his throat, blood was pumped from his skull, and he died; the Demon had won. [Edited on 11.18.2008 11:37 AM PST]
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    11/16/2008 12:37:31 AM Permalink
    If you read the first one, its probably better than this one as it is an easier story to write. Heres another one anyway. (If anyone actually reads any of these, they're cool) This ones about an Elite [b] R'tas N'arunee, Fleet of Retribution [/b] [b] NOTE: R’tas is a family name; Vadum and N’arun are the personal/given names. [/b] R’tas N’arunee looked up. He heard someone calling him. He looked down the hall, and there was his cousin, Vadumee. N’arunee had just joined his cousins fleet, and was about to start serving aboard the Shadow of Intent, R’tas Vadumee’s ship. They would rid the universe of the humans, they would destroy the heretics, and they would go back to Sanghelios and await the Great Journey. N’arunee walked faster to reach his cousin. He nodded, and said [in Elite’s language obviously] “Well met.” his cousin looked at him, N’arunee looked into his eyes, and Vadumee looked back. Finally, after a few seconds of silence, Vadumee answered “Well met. Once you have started your first day, I am sure you will make a great and honourable Sangheili.” N’arunee nodded. “Are you ready to start your first day, cousin?” N’arunee flared his mandibles [meaning a shrug] and let out a war cry “Raaaagh!” [Similar to that of The Arbiter after killing Truth] Vadumee nodded. They had stopped walking. N’arunee loved the Shadow of Intent. She was a beautiful assault carrier, and he knew that onboard her, they would smite many a heretic and human, doing the Gods’ bidding. He looked up at her in awe. Vadumee noticed this, and opened the hatch. He led N’arunee inside, where they saw a few sets of Flight Armour and some drop-pods. Vadumee pointed towards a set of Flight armour, gesturing to N’arunee to put it on. N’arunee’s father had been killed by the blast of a MAC cannon from the Pillar of Autumn, while departing from the Shadow of Intent in a Phantom. The blast had torn the relatively tiny Phantom apart, shredding all inside in an instant. Since then, Vadumee had been a father to N’arunee. Vadumee had brought him up, taught him to fight. N’arunee looked at the helmet, moving it around in his hands, feeling every inch of it. Vadumee nodded, and he put it on. Vadumee nodded again, flared his mandibles, and turned, walking towards the bow [front] half of the ship. Once in his armour R’tas N’arunee picked up a hilt from the rack, and a plasma rifle. He put the rifle on his leg, and attached the hilt to his armour. He followed his cousin up to the bow of the ship, and walked quickly to the bridge. Near the entrance to the bridge he spotted a couple of Jiralhanae. One of the snarled at him, and N’arunee put his hand on the sword hilt. He hated the Jiralhanae, miserable, honourless curs. He hoped the heretics killed them. He wondered why they were even on the ship, as Vadumee had banned them. Vadumee and all Sangheili hated the Jiralhanae. He went up into the cockpit, where his cousin was waiting for him. “Vadumee, there are two Jiralhanae below. Why?” Vadumee stared at him a few seconds, and growled. He stood up and N’arunee followed him down below to the deck. Vadumee stared at the two Jiralhanae, who were jeering at them. He yelled “Get off my ship. Before I force you off.” One of the Jiralhanae nodded, spat at Vadumee’s feet and they walked away. The other however turned around after two seconds and threw something at Vadumee. He then turned away again and they left. Vadumee said to his cousin “You look mighty in that armour, N’arunee. You will make a powerful warrior.” The Shadow of Intent set course for Earth, a planet about to be glassed by the Covenant. Once in a high orbit, they prepared Phantoms, Banshees and drop pods. N’arunee was going to fly in a Phantom, he would jump down the gravity lift or out of the side door, and there they would start their attack. Once the Phantom had left the Shadow of Intent, escorted by a flight of Banshees, N’arunee checked his weaponry. Many of his brothers started to do so too. On a screen next to them, the face of the Prophet of Truth appeared; “My brothers of the Covenant, today the heretics die! We will take their planet, and we will grind it into dust, their species cannot survive; it is the will of the gods!” The Phantom hovered above ground while the Banshees eliminated a detachment of Hornets. The Hornets went down quickly, although several Banshees were lost and the Phantom took some damage. A Sangheili shouted “Wort Wort Wort!” [xD] and they jumped from the hatches while an Mgalekgolo pair deployed from the gravity lift. Several Unggoy also deployed from a different craft. Once on the ground, there was another shout of “Wort Wort Wort!” and N’arunee brought his Plasma Rifle to bear. He saw a bloodied, dead human “marine” below him as he marched with his group. He looked around, his HMD [Head Mounted Display, HUD is technically incorrect because a HUD is integrated, whereas a HMD is attached to the helmet afterwards, so Elites have a HMD] showing nothing on the motion tracker. He was still looking around, worried that he would come under attack. He was uncomfortable under his armour. Somewhere far in front of him he heard a call of “Contact, my brothers. Eliminate the human scum!” N’arunee saw several very small human soldiers; however amidst them was one very tall one. He was at least a foot and a half taller than the others, and was wearing dark green armour with a large golden visor. The tall one brought a strange weapon to his arms; it had a scope like a Covenant Carbine. The tall human shot his weapon and three bullets came out at once An Unggoy dropped, three bullets lodged in its skull. N’arunee fired his Plasma Rifle 4 times and went into cover with several other Sangheili. Most of the Unggoy started to run away. The Field Master Sangheili fired a single shot from his Carbine, and dropped one. The Unggoy screamed in chorus, turned and started firing at the Marines. The Sangheili Zealot nodded and N’arunee and his squad came out of cover. They fired several short bursts from their rifles, killing several marines. A small green, bulbous object flew in front of N’arunee. It had a bright red light on it, and N’arunee, although not knowing what it was, instinctively threw it toward the humans. It exploded in mid air, showering the humans with shrapnel, and N’arunee roared. Several Sangheili formed themselves into a group, excluding N’arunee as he was not yet skilled with the Plasma Sword. The Sangheili brought Energy swords to their hands, flicking them on. N’arunee watched in awe as the brave Sangheili charged the humans, including the tall one, killing many and losing only one. The Sangheili that had charged retreated, not leaving their felled comrade behind, they dragged him, losing one more to the tall soldier in the green armour while they did this. They managed to drag both bodies to safety, where they engaged Active Camouflage. N’arunee did not know he had Active Camouflage until a Sangheili said “Engage Camouflage! Wort Wort Wort!” N’arunee looked around on his suit. Once it was engaged (with a little help from a Spec Ops Sangheili) he gripped his Energy Sword, engaged it, and roared. The Sangheili roared in chorus and many marines yelped at their unseen enemy. The tall one, quickly becoming known as “the Demon,” however, stood his ground. He several short bursts from his other strange weapon at the general direction of the Sangheili, but they did not strike. Instead several Kig-Yar and two Unggoy fell. The marines were terrified at their unseen enemy, and when the Sangheili reached them, they deactivated their camouflage and charged. N’arunee jumped onto a marine, almost instantly crushing his skull. He grabbed another and threw him to the floor, slicing him apart. Several Sangheili fired at the tall human, and several of them were slewn by him. They got into cover, ducking behind the same wall the humans had been cowering behind. When they looked up, the tall one had gone. “Where is the demon?” one of them asked. N’arunee roared; and said “The Demon has escaped! Find him!” A bright light flew over them and the Sangheili were blinded. The Unggoy however, were not, so they and the Kig-Yar were sent out. Once eyesight returned, N’arunee roared again, and the Sangheili left, two Zealots, 3 Ultras, a Spec Ops Commander and N’arunee, set out, following the Unggoy and Kig-Yar. The “Demon” was not found… [Edited on 11.18.2008 11:36 AM PST]
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