Dreams-Part two He stood in a corridor, a well kept one by the look of things. All along one side, windows let sunlight through onto the beige carpet. At the end of the corridor stood two people, a man and a woman. He couldn’t tell who they were, but they were taller than Him. They had smiling faces and outstretched arms, and He began to walk to them. Their mouths moved as if to say encouraging words, but He couldn’t hear. He couldn’t even see them properly. As He closed in, the sunlight faded and disappeared completely. A crack appeared in the carpet and the corridor He was on and the section they stood on moved apart. They got further and further apart until darkness had obscured them totally. He felt lonely now, the warmth given by the sunlight was gone and the people had left. But now, things refocused and appeared again. Now, He was sitting with thirty something others at a semicircle table that looked in at a smaller one. Beside the uncluttered, centre desk stood a man in uniform. He felt that He knew this person, though He wasn’t sure. Behind the desk sat a man, again in uniform. He was saying something that He began to hear, it was like surfacing from deep water. “And so the top brass has agreed that the good Doctor should be relieved of you to help my Special Operations. Your deaths will be faked in the upcoming augmentation and you will be transferred to a secure site for further training.” “You will be assigned new numbers, given new equipment, new skills, new powers. You will be better than your comrades could ever be under the doctor’s leadership. To help you around, we have recruited the Chief Petty Officer here. He will continue to train you.” The speaker stood up to finish. “Welcome to The Spartan III project, people.” He woke up.

Ambush-Part Three Deployment+00 hours:05 minutes: 54 seconds (Crauford’s Mission Clock)/Lifeboat Erebus Delta Alpha 55, in emergency descent to the surface of the Ring world. Flight Lieutenant Kaori Ditama struggled to get some headway with the controls, the Lifeboat was coming in at very high speeds. They had accidentally gone through some high altitude rain clouds on the way down, and because the Lifeboat was moving so fast, and the clouds covered so much space, she couldn’t re-angle to go around them. “Hold On! We’re coming in too fast! Brace for impact!” She yelled into the compartment behind her. The Lifeboat had come through the clouds and was heading for what looked like open plains of grassland. Beyond that lay cliffs and lakes, trees and bushes. The rain made everything look miserable. Kaori hoped that The Covenant weren’t paying particular attention to this ‘Boat, if they were, then they would be caught in the open ground. The fragile Lifeboat slammed into the ground but thankfully remained intact. Andrew Looked around him. Wayne was shaking his dazed head and Kaori lay slumped over her controls with a deep gash in her forehead. The other marine to get off The Autumn was dead. The impact had snapped his safety harness and sent him flying into the pilot’s seat, the impact had killed him. Wayne helped him drag Kaori, supplies and ammunition out of the downed craft and they began the trek through the rain and mud toward the sheltered region ahead. 0700(Local Time), September 19, 2552 (Military Calendar) /UNSC research base, Chiron TL34/ surface. “How are they?” Asked Fhajad #030 from his wheelchair. “They’re fine, if you can call them that. One had a fit earlier on, but we sedated him-it.” Replied the ONI Researcher. What they were talking about were the two unfortunate Miners that had made a disturbing discovery. They had been at the unstable Number 17 Deep Working when they found an opening. The Opening was a tunnel not of human origin. It was too old to be Covenant, but the architecture was certainly weird enough to be Covenant. The tunnel led down to a chamber. In the chamber they had found a storage crate and somehow managed to open it. Since neither man could talk any more, they’d never know how they did it. These men had been latched onto by a couple of bulbous, pod like creatures, analysis had shown that these critters had tapped into their nervous system and filled them with all sorts of crap. Tests had also shown that these poor sods had regenerative abilities. This was most likely a by product of the myriad toxins that these “Infection Forms” had filled them with. ONI spooks whisked these two away and faked a Cave in, saying that the two had died in the fall of rock and debris. The area was now under heavy surveillance in case of another incident. In Chiron TL34’s briefing Room, a stoic Chief Petty Officer Mendez informed The Spartan III’s of the situation. The twenty-nine battle ready Spartans had all heard rumours about a Covenant attack on the Ring, that there was hundreds of thousands of ships all waiting to attack. They didn’t believe them, but they made them curious. “There is a Covenant fleet in orbit.” He announced. The Spartans looked on as he continued. “We don’t know exactly how many there are, but there is also an allied ship that crash-landed about thirty minutes ago. Colonel Ackerson has sent a flotilla of Stealth Ships to pick us up and transport us to another safe location. In the meantime, The Covenant must not be permitted to discover the location of this base. What we are doing here is too important to be interfered with.” “When you said a ‘flotilla of ships,’ sir, will we be returning to this place?” Asked Constance #002 “Eventually, yes, as I said, What we are doing here is very important.” Before long, Mendez had dismissed The assembled Spartans and sent them on their way. Deployment+00 hours:15 minutes: 29 seconds (Crauford’s Mission Clock)/Surface of Ring World. The torrential rain continued on and on and on. Crauford and Wayne had settled their pilot down in a cave at the foot of a cliff. The smoke column from the Lifeboat’s impact rose high into the air and The Covenant soon found it. Crauford watched as Drop ships and the new, advanced Phantoms Drop ships landed and dropped off Wraith Tanks, Ghosts, Spectres, supplies and troops. Banshees controlled the skies and it wasn’t long before Covenant search teams started sweeping the forest that Crauford and his accomplices had decided to hide in. A Red-armoured Elite led his patrol through the undergrowth. The constant rain made every surface slippery and treacherous. His squad consisted of half a dozen Grunts, two Jackals and a sniper Jackal. At any moment, he could call in Banshees to devastate entire areas and clear the way. A Jackal was bickering with a couple of Grunts and generally not paying attention. The Elite was just about to order them back in line when they exploded. It was a sudden explosion, and completely unexpected. The sniper Jackal scaled a tree and started scoping the area with his beam rifle when a barrage of 7.62 mm bullets smacked him out of the tree. The Elite span around in time to see him fall. the bullets then moved onto a pair of petrified Grunts. Picking up one of the fallen Grunts’ plasma rifles, he yelled: “Open fire! In the name of the Forerunners, we shall kill them!” All but one of the survivors blazed away. The one that didn’t was a grunt called Choto. The orange armoured Grunt had curled up into a ball in the bushes the moment bullets started flying. The Elite had to wait for his rifles to cool down after overheating from the constant firing. One had gotten so hot it had fused. He dropped the useless gun. The Grunts, as far as he could tell, were all dead. The final Jackal’s head exploded as a bullet smacked into it’s skull. “Cowards! Come out and fight!” He yelled into the trees and foliage. He was prepared to carry on like that until someone unloaded a Plasma Pistol on overload into his back. Surprised, he turned to see a human female with a bandage on one part of her head, a Plasma Pistol in one hand, and a human gun in the other. She pulled the trigger and The Elite went on to his Great Journey. Choto was scared out of his skull. Three humans had emerged from the background and he guessed that they were the only ones around. They prodded corpses and picked up guns, then they moved on. Had three humans just destroyed an entire patrol? Filled with a sense of duty, he collected spare methane bottles from his dead kin and followed them.

Information-Part Four 1200(Local Time), September 19, 2552 (Military Calendar) /UNSC research base, Chiron TL34/ surface. The Spartans were receiving their ration in The Canteen, just an ordinary day. As far as they could tell, The Covenant had not yet found ONI’s secret research base. As bases went, this was very well defended. Not only was it occupied by the Spartan III subjects, but several squads of Marines also held the fort. Chiron TL34 had been burrowed into a mountain and layers of Titanium, Concrete and solid rock formed an even stronger defence from bombardment. On the surface, dozens of hidden automated SAM launchers and AA guns hid in gun nests built into the plateau above the base. “I had the dreams again” said Nathan #005 honestly. The tall Spartan was the tallest of the group on the ring. Before the augmentation, he had been outgoing and loud, and after he was quiet and sullen. His Blonde hair had gone white after the augmentations. The poor guy had been hit hard. Sitting at the table with him were Spartans #020 and #014, Harry and Alison respectively. “What was it this time?” Alison asked. “Well,” Nathan replied in between bites of his steak, “I was back in the corridor, and I think those people were my parents, though I can’t be sure. And I went back to when Ackerson ‘recruited’ us into the project.” “Man, that was a while ago.” Harry remarked. “Hey, did you hear about what happened to the two miners earlier on? They apparently died in a rock fall in the Deep Workings, but I checked it out and it reeks of a Cover up Operation.” Alison revealed. “Yeah and Fhajad’s been acting shifty recently.” Harry observed. Fhajad had been completely incapacitated in the augmentation procedure. He was so badly hurt that he now had to spend his time in a wheelchair. “Speaking of operations, you know we’re scheduled to pay our good friends The Covenant a visit, right?” Nathan relished the chance to get into the fight again… Deployment+05 hours:00 minutes: 40 seconds (Crauford’s Mission Clock)/Cave system on Ring World’s surface. After the ambush, Andrew, Kaori and Wayne decided to lay low in the mouth of the cave. Wayne had set up tripwires and set C12 traps outside. Throughout the day they could hear detonations and crumps as The Covenant advanced into the forest. It was a tactic to keep The Covenant guessing as to where they were. Eventually, The Covenant turned to bombing the area into a glassy, burning hell. Choto, watching the Cave entrance from a safe distance with his supplies of Methane and a small radio he’d pilfered from a dead Elite, relayed to his superiors that the humans were going deeper into the cave. They ordered him to follow them in. They would soon be sending in teams after him to help. Pelted by rain, Choto was more than happy to get into shelter. Checking that his light source worked, he inserted a methane bottle into an injection port in his armour, ejected the empty bottle and went inside. Deployment+00 hours:04 minutes: 40 seconds (Nathan’s Mission Clock)/Covenant Camp on Ring World’s surface. Nathan #005 had selected nine Spartan threes for his operation. Their job was to disable Covenant AA capabilities in a camp not far at all from The Chiron research site. They also had to eliminate Covenant air strengths and long range communications. The cause for such an Op. was the flotilla of Stealth ships. They had stopped off in the shadow of the gas giant Threshold’s moon, Basis and were preparing to slip past The Covenant fleet. If they were to land on the mountain plateau and airlift the humans inside to safety, they needed clear skies. In Nathan’s hit squad, he had taken his close friends Alison and Harry, and others that he could trust with his life. He split them into two teams of five. Blue team, his, would slip into the camp and find the communications array. They would hack into The Covenant database, take any information they needed then wire the place with C-12. On their way out, they would detonate the bombs and blow the entire camp apart. Red team, led by Constance #002, would find any Banshees, AA emplacements and parked vehicles and wire them with explosives. To maximise confusion, they would detonate at the exact same time on Nathan’s order. It was dark now, and the torrential rain had let up. The Covenant camp was pretty big. It was in a field where a lifeboat, presumably from the allied craft Mendez had mentioned, had landed. In the direction of Chiron TL34, the forests at the base of the cliff that made up the base’s wall had burned from a plasma bombardment. It seemed that the gunners had not been aiming at the cliff, but the forests. He guessed that it was an attempt to clear out survivors from the lifeboat. On their bellies, the Spartans snuck up on the sleeping base. Clad in the new experimental MJOLNIR Mark V shield armour, they stayed silent, dodging sentries and selecting targets. Before long, Red team had found a small airstrip/motor pool. A row of parked Banshees stood unguarded. On the far end of the motor pool, a pair of Grunts in green armour were inspecting a damaged Spectre. Other than that, the grass airstrip was poorly lit and deserted. They sniped the Grunts with silenced weapons and hid the bodies. They then laced the vehicles with C 12 and went in search of some AA guns. Blue team had a harder time of things. The Communication centre was still occupied by Grunts sitting at chattering consoles and a Jackal stood guard. They watched, and every ten minutes, a new Jackal arrived to take another’s place. Upon further inspection, they confirmed the route the replacement Jackal would take. They waited ten minutes and jumped the next guard before he could reach his post. Having hidden his corpse, Alison noticed that the other Jackal had left his post, assuming his comrade was en route to replace him. The sleepy Grunts sat under the soft purple lights The Covenant favoured. Quietly, a couple of objects rolled into the room. The Grunts heard this and turned to look. The Flash grenades went off and blinded the occupants. Quietly, Blue Team snuck in and eliminated every Grunt with their silenced guns. They now had ten minutes to wire the place and hack the systems for information. Nathan had Alison and Harry set up the bombs, whilst the other two Spartans watched the entrance. He plugged his PDA into the nearest console and began ripping as much information he could off their systems. Two pieces of news stopped him. The first was news of a new race on what they called Halo. This “Flood” warranted attention and he took every scrap of information on them. The second made him stop. One of the Spartans at the door came over to him with a medkit, thinking he was hit. The Spartan looked at Nathan’s small PDA screen. It couldn’t be… Red team had found the AA guns. They were unguarded besides a Blue Elite that was berating a trio of fearful Grunts. Sneaking around this threat, they planted explosives in the insect shaped plasma turrets. However, one Grunt noticed something peculiar and pointed it out to his Elite leader. The Elite gestured to follow. They peeked around a corner to find a human in strange armour wiring something. (Constance #002.) There was an uncomfortable pause between the two sides. Constance was outnumbered, but she was well armed and was sitting next to enough high explosives to kill them all. On an externally silent com link, she pleaded for urgent assistance. The Elite was shocked, and his Grunts had seized up with terror. What in the name of The Forerunners should he do? Could this be the infamous Master Chief? He had heard stories of warriors in strange armour tearing apart entire cruisers. Eventually, the choice was made for him as sniper rounds punctured all four of The Covenant troops. Constance breathed a sigh of relief and finished her work. Nathan had found information that Spartan 117-John-was on the “Halo.” He had apparently taken part in a raid on a Covenant ship and rescued the captain of the downed human ship. “Wow.” he said. He never thought that he’d see any of his old team again. Pictures showed that John was using the old Mark IV armour and MA5B rifle. Nathan looked at his equipment, The Mark V armour, the BR55 experimental rifle. He realised that John was still the best that either Spartan project had to offer. Either way, they were done here and both teams snuck away. The Jackal walked into the Communications post and was shocked to see all these dead Grunts. What had they been doing? Then the bombs went off. The explosions set off the plasma munitions being kept in the Motor Pool and triggered a chain reaction. The Banshees were torn apart by the energy of the explosion. The insect like AA guns were ripped off the ground and thrown all over the base. An entire Grunt Methane tent was flattened as one gun landed on it. The Covenant camp was in disarray. Nathan’s Blue team stayed a little longer to cover Red Team’s escape. They picked off any group that seemed to have any formation and eventually left to escape through the secret tunnels in the cliffs. It would lead into the Number 17 Deep working, but it was the only way to get inside without revealing the base.

It will probably be a while before I can get some more added onto this, as my Half Term Holiday is up. I will add on to the story when I can, but it will be a while.

SOMEONE SAY SOMETHING! PLEASE! I WANT TO HEAR WHAT YOU THINK!

Wow, that's long. I never read Fan-Fics though, sorry. I find them to be innane and hackneyed. Good effort though, I'm sure it was great. Feel Free to check out my Turf Secret Spot map Link: http://s63.photobucket.com/albums/h137/bobosk8er/?action=view¤t=Turfsecretareamap.jpg For more maps next week, join my group, The Bees Hive.

Thanks. I'll check out your link. As for your group, sorry man, but I've already joined one.

Wow! I read my way through all of that, and it was great! I like the blend of Halo CE and Halo 2 that you introduced, and I think this story has a lot of potential. A word of warning, though; don''t bump your thread, or the Mods will lock if - I've seen it happen to Fan Fiction threads before. Great work, though. I'd really like to see you continue this Fan Fiction. -Pyroshark- EDIT: If you want, you can check out some of the links in my Sig to read my FanFics. The Forging of an Alliance and The Path to Salvation are both tied, and I think they're my best works so far. If you do read them, please leave a comment. Thanks. [Edited on 6/4/2006]

Thanks for all the kind words amn. Yeah, I decided to add on equipment from Halo 2 because I detested the old Covie dropship. I'm afraid you'll have to wait for more parts to the story, unless I'm lucky, school will interfere with my work. One question: "don''t bump your thread, or the Mods will lock if - I've seen it happen to Fan Fiction threads before." Wha?

Come on! Please! I'm begging you! Replies please! Now! Suggestions for the next part! ANYTHING!

Lost-Part Five TIME: DATE ERROR/ Estimation Deployment +15 hours:23 minutes: 45 seconds (Crauford’s Mission Clock) /Cave system on Ring World’s surface. They were lost. Crauford and his team were completely lost. Kaori’s head wound was giving her a terrible migraine, and he had no more painkillers for her. Wayne was dead on his feet with fatigue. His crazed, bloodshot eyes kept seeing things in the shadows that weren’t there. Crauford himself was limping with his sprained ankle. He had tripped up a while back and now they had decided to leave any extra weight behind. This meant two clips of ammunition, any water and food they had left, a flashlight each and nothing more. Crauford had hung onto a single piece of C-12 to blast their way out in the case of a cave in. They all suffered from dehydration. In fact, they were probably going around in circles. Crauford had lost track of time, it was largely the lack of light that caused it, giving the place the feel of perpetual night. Ahead, Picton noticed a faint light that wasn’t being given off by their ‘lights. “Look! Light!” he rambled, and jogged off to get a look. “No, Wayne, don’t!” Crauford called after him, thinking it was a Covenant trap. Kaori’s intense Migraine, coupled with a headache from dehydration, had been making her cry and now she collapsed into Andrew’s arms with the pain. Andrew couldn’t believe it. With his bad foot and a sleeping pilot in his arms, it’d take ages to get back to Wayne. Speaking of whom, he reappeared and waved him over. “It’s a door! We’re saved!” Choto had been following the increasingly moronic humans for too long now. He was hungry, but had plenty of Methane. They had in fact been going around in circles for far too long until the paranoid one had noticed something he had ages ago. The female collapsed into the quiet one’s arms and he struggled over to where the Paranoid one was and set the sleeping girl behind a rock. They looked like they were settling down here, and Choto waddled away to find the nearest hunting party and inform them of the enemy position. The door said in big capital letters: NUMBER 17 DEEP WORKING, CAUTION, UNSTABLE AREA. Next to it was a small keypad, and none of them new the code. Since this spot was supposed to be an unstable area, Crauford didn’t want to use his C-12 to blow the bloody door off. Kaori kept slipping in and out of consciousness and Wayne couldn’t keep his eyes open. Andrew forced some rocks and loose stones into place to form a barrier in the narrow entry to the doorway. Propping himself up against the impromptu wall, he kept his head and Assault Rifle above the top and facing down the corridor. Choto scurried off to the temporary encampment at the base of the cliffs to report on the situation. His superiors authorised Choto to guide the majority of The Covenant forces in and around the camp to the troublesome humans. Overjoyed that his mission would soon be over, he gleefully led the bloodthirsty Covenant towards the human position. Deployment+00 hours:30 minutes: 25 seconds (Nathan’s Mission Clock)/Covenant Camp on Ring World’s surface. Nathan’s forces had been shocked to see a Covenant encampment outside the sole entrance to Chiron TL34 on this side of the cliffs. They had been hiding in the nightmarish, burnt stumps of trees, observing their enemy, when most of them suddenly picked up their weapons and headed into the tunnels. This made their job so much easier. Under the cover of dark, they slipped into the Covenant position. What sentries they had were either sleeping Grunts or preoccupied by the towering inferno rising from The Covenant main base. When they came to what must’ve been the command tent, Nathan but a Fibre Optic probe through a hole in the fabric. They were on the side facing away from the rest of the base, and out of sight, so they could take as long as they liked. The grainy, low resolution images appeared onto his screen. He could see three Grunts at consoles, speaking into headsets, an Elite prowling around, most likely at the prospect of being left behind, and a Jackal at the door. He patched the images through to his team mates and relayed his orders. The Elite was furious. The Grunts huddled into their seats for protection in case The Elite lashed out at them, and The Jackal remained cautious with him. However, the fury that came made The Elite seem as scary as, well, something not very scary. Sniper rounds came down from the tattered tree line and killed any wary sentries. Then, Grenades tumbled down from all directions and exploded, shrapnel puncturing armour, tents and shields. The Jackal guarding the command tent fell onto what was left of his face as a Sniper round tore it up. Stunned, the Elite just watched. Then, the tent was torn away as a veritable hail of bullets punched through the back wall. The pinged off the Elite’s shield, but the terrified Grunts didn’t stand a chance. Bursting, through the hole, The Spartans faced the Elite. He reached to his belt, and brought his Plasma Sword to life. Crap. But before he could strike, he was punched off his feet by a sniper round. Unsurprised by such marksmanship, Nathan bent over and collected the hissing Plasma Sword. “Now this.” He said, inspecting the blade, “is what I call a weapon.”

Not that anyone cares in the slightest, but I have the next part almost ready and by tomorrow it should be online. Just so you know.

The Door-Part Six Choto had done his job and now he hid in a small scrape in the side of a wall. On the next right was the human spot. It was a narrow corridor, but he didn’t see it slowing The Covenant advance. Dozens of Grunts were herded into the corridor by their Elite masters and charged the humans. 60. That’s what the counter said on Andrew Crauford’s MA5B Assault Rifle. Grunts started pouring down the narrow space towards him and his firing awoke Picton. As the torrent of Bullets increased, heads popped, limbs separated from bodies and grenades exploded as they were touched off by bullets. The Grunts turned and fled, leaving their dead and wounded. Outraged, the Elites failed to organise the panicking Grunts and decided to rush around the corner. They stumbled into corpses and debris scattered by the bullets. Shields flared as they overloaded and the proud warriors fell. Andrew checked his ammo count. 24. Add on his spare clip leaves him with 84 bullets left. He estimated that was about the number of seconds he had left to live. The surviving Elites retreated and reorganised their panicked soldiers and had the Jackals go in next. The Jackals rounded the corner, the energy screens wrapped to their arms humming and casting an eerie green light throughout the tunnel. Wayne and Andrew immediately filled the corridor with gunfire. But this time, the bullets bounced off the energy fields generated by the Jackal armbands. Slowly but surely, they got closer and closer, with Elites, Grunts and more Jackals following behind them. It reminded Crauford of the Roman Legionnaires that he’d read about in History lessons. The line of Jackals was now just fifteen feet away from the wall. Crauford ejected his spent clip and reloaded. He knew that bullets wouldn’t stop these Bastards. He looked around. He could see cave walls lit up by gunfire and flashlights, a floor covered in spent shell casings, Kaori lying prone with a Plasma Pistol and an M6D, Kaori! He ducked down and went over to the sleeping pilot. He relieved her of her weapons and threw the M6D to Wayne. He charged up a plasma shot and aimed at the centre Jackal. Ten feet away. He released the glowing ball of energy and it destroyed the centre Jackal’s energy shield. Wayne seized the chance and his bullets scythed through the Jackal in the centre and he picked off those nearest to him. Choto watched from the end of the corridor. He was shocked, the Jackals were faltering now that their shield wall was disabled, and so was the whole lot of them. The Elites did their best to egg their charges on, but the momentum of the attack was gone. Choto heard a noise coming from the corridor behind him, he turned and looked around the corner. He saw several of the humans in the strange armour. He was terrified. Could these be some of The Master Chiefs? From what he heard, if you saw him, you were already dead. But there were more than one, and he doubted that the base had survived these humans. Thinking quickly, he threw himself into a pile of his dead kin and waited for the humans to pass… 6,5,4,3,2,1,0. Andrew dropped his empty MA5B and took out his Plasma pistol. The Covenant had slowed down significantly, but they were so close now, they could jump the low wall separating the two sides. A grunt jumped the wall, and Picton filled it with his last Assault Rifle rounds. Andrew’s Plasma Pistol was out of juice, so he picked up the dead Grunt’s Plasma Rifle and stood up. Screaming, he fired and fired and fired and fired and fired. Bodies fell, bodies burned, bodies came apart. But something was different now, the enemy advance had come to a stop and Crauford could see Grunts panicking, Elites looking around, confused and Jackals falling dead. “What the hell?” Picton asked. “Keep firing!” Yelled Crauford, and more and more Covenant died. At the other end of the tunnel, Nathan had directed both Red and Blue teams to spray the crowded tunnel with gunfire. Assault Rifles, Sniper Rifles, Shotguns and even captured Covenant weapons punished the bewildered aliens until none were left alive. When the firing stopped, Nathan took a step forward into the blitzed tunnel. Stone chips, shell casings, armour shards, bone fragments, discarded weapons and broken corpses choked the narrow space. Blood and ichor painted the scorched and punctured wall. He climbed a small mound of dead Jackals with his fellow Spartans nearby. On the other side, he saw a Plasma burned stone wall in front of the Deep Working door. Behind the rickety wall were three humans. One was visibly limping, armed with a Plasma rifle and knelt down by an unconscious, oriental female. The third had dropped his M6D pistol and collapsed with his back to the wall and his head in his arms. None noticed their approach. They walked up to the wall, and then they could see what the soldiers had been through. The female was a pilot and had a dirty, bloodstained bandage around her head, the one with his back to the wall was shaking and breathing hard, possibly from shock. The man with the Plasma Rifle looked up when they got closer. He didn’t make a move at first, but eventually stood up and stared at them. “You’re Spartans, aren’t you?” He said, ecstatically. “You must be part of some rescue team! You must’ve fought off of Reach and come to airlift us to safety!” He began to cry with relief. Even the man in the corner looked up hopefully at the Spartans. “I see you have wounded here, don’t worry, there are evacuation flights inbound that will get your pilot to safety. Tell me, what’s your name?” Nathan asked. “I’m Medic Andrew Crauford, sir. This is Private Wayne Picton and she’s Flight Lieutenant Kaori Ditama. Hell, are we pleased to see you sir.” At the end of his explanation, Crauford coughed on the gun smoke drifting around the narrow space. “Well Medic, I suppose you had command here, I’ll make sure that you are all commended for your bravery. But in the meantime, let’s get you inside, shall we?” Proposed Nathan. “You mean, you know the code? You mean that we just defended a UNSC base?” “Yes you did, medic.” Down the tunnel, Choto watched as one of the mysterious killers tapped some buttons onto a pad of some sort, and all of the humans disappeared inside the doorway. Memorising the combination, he scrambled off to see if anyone was still alive…

first i want to say i love warhammer 40k (i have tau & space maries) and i want to read the guants ghost books and great story i like how you put in the mark V suit and battle rifle hope you post agin soon

Oh! I get it! Yeeah. Colonel Corbec alone could estroy an entire squad of poncy Fire Warriors. Did you read what he did to the Shadik on Aexe?

no like i said i want to read the books as in i dont have them also when are you going to post more about the story [Edited on 6/10/2006]

Oh, right. I see. As for the story, hmm. There is defintiely going to be part 7, but it will be a while before it arrives. Try next weekend or something.

dude why the f*** did you post this in mombasa and the library

modarator can you post a reason why this fan-fic has been black listed

I'm no Moderator, but from talking to Colonel Corbec I know that he got blacklisted for some reason or another. When this happens, [i]all[/i] of a user's posts are removed, and I'm not sure whether or not they come back after the blacklisting. I hope they do, as Colonel Corbec and I have a "story" running in The Flood forum, half of which was removed due to this. If Corbec' posts are not returned, we'll have to type out half the story again. Anyway, glad I could answer the question. -Pyroshark-

whats the story

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] headshot22 dude why the f*** did you post this in mombasa and the library[/quote] Eloquently put. To get maximum coverage of course. And now, Ladies, Gentlemen, things like JAVA, I give you the long awaited Parts Seven and Eight! (Cue appluase.)

The Victims-Part Seven 2230(Local Time), September 19, 2552 (Military Calendar) /UNSC research base, Chiron TL34/ Number 17 Deep Working. It watched the food. It was curious to know what this selection of meat was doing here. There was a pile of rock in between them and the real banquet. It wanted to reveal it’s hiding spot and feed, but the others stopped it in it’s tracks. They told it not to attack, not to feed. The others were the rest of his kin down here. Sealed away, they had been imprisoned here for too long to remember. Recently, two curious pieces of meat had stumbled upon their resting place and prison. They had freed three of them from their millennia long slumber. Two had taken these victims and left this one behind. They had been taken away by other meat, but they told them that they would return. And now, it watched and it waited. “Well, it looks like ONI did a good job here.” Harry said, looking at the pile of rubble that blocked the corridor. “We could try to burn our way through with these Covie guns.” Suggested Constance. “ONI’s here?” Asked Picton, ignored. “It would take too long,” Nathan replied to Constance. Andrew was dazed, he had just killed more Covenant than he had expected to do in his entire life. Kaori was half conscious and talking to herself. He listened to The Spartans dilemma and remembered his pack of C-12. “Hey, this would work, wouldn’t it?” He asked, showing the explosive device. “It looks good enough.” Nathan said. “Alison, do you think you can blow a hole in that thing with this?” Nathan asked his comrade. “Yes, sir.” She replied. They gathered behind the entrance to the cave, so as to protect themselves from the explosion. Alison had taken hardly any time at all wiring the explosives. With everyone on the far side of the door, she detonated the C-12. Slowly, they filed in. It was a minor miracle that the roof hadn’t caved in, and dust and rocks were everywhere. There was a hole carved right into ONI’s rubble wall, big enough for a Spartan to fit inside. It watched, confused as the meat in the strange armour and the normal meat left the area. It didn’t understand. Suddenly, it’s world was filled with dust and noise. It was rocked around and many of its companions were freed as their ancient containers were knocked over and spilled their contents. It couldn’t count, but it did know that there was safety in numbers. It bounced on it’s thin, inquisitive feelers through the dust. Unseen, it slipped past the final barrier between it and the food ahead, followed by it’s brethren. Unbeknownst to The Spartans and war weary marines, Chiron TL34 had been invaded by The Flood. The Aftermath-Part Eight Choto was stunned. His day had gone from bad to worse to something indescribably awful. He had finally found his way out into the outside world, after who knows how long a period of stumbling around in the dark. Now, he had gone from one darkness to another. He knew that when he had gone into the caves, it was already getting dark and now the temporary base, little more than a ruin, slumbered under the clear night sky. He looked around him, the place was gutted. Discarded weapons were everywhere, and so were the corpses. The Covenant that had stayed behind thought they were the lucky ones, not having to rush through narrow death traps, but they weren’t. Some had died in the most impossible positions. There were Jackals with missing limbs and Grunts impaled with chunks of shrapnel as big as his head. He found the command post and his Elite leader dead, his brains painting the wall. In the smoke and debris, he slowly found survivors, a terrified Grunt here, a Jackal with a broken arm there, a Drone with a cracked skull, but still breathing. Before long, Choto had rounded up the dozen survivors. They were all in similarly bad states. Many looked as though they would not see sunrise. He organised them to carry out the wounded and head back to the main base. Some survivors talked of a large smoke column rising from its direction, so he was doubtful it would still be intact and operational. They plodded in a slow line through the burnt out forest, using Jackal Shields as stretchers. When they reached the encampment, they sagged. A full half of it was damaged in one way or another. The entire communications centre was wrecked, explaining the radio silence. The entire force of Banshees was in a pile of wreckage. They could see countless Allies shifting dead comrades for burial in the waterlogged ground. Choto felt even worse. 2245(Local Time), September 19, 2552 (Military Calendar) /UNSC research base, Chiron TL34/Main Hospital. Wayne, Kaori and Andrew were in the main hospital of this base, so they were told. What was it? Ah, yes, Chiron TL34, thought Crauford. They were being treated for all sorts of problems. Kaori had a fractured skull that was causing mild internal bleeding, Wayne was suffering from exhaustion, and Andrew’s sprained ankle was worse than ever. From his bed, he remembered how The Spartans had been immediately taken away by an irate officer, and how he and his friends had been practically dragged to this place. Andrew closed his eyes and dreamt of his home back in London, of his girlfriend, his parents and his pet dog. For the first time in ages he smiled. Nathan and his squad had been pulled aside by Chief Mendez the moment they had entered the base proper. He demanded reports of the mission, explanations of why the three Marines were hiding outside the base and more. The Briefing covered topics such as when the evacuation should proceed, Covenant strengths in the camp , this newly discovered “Flood” and the possibility that they were now in the base. They talked of The Master Chief. Questions were answered and thirty minutes later, The Spartans left for the showers. The evacuation would begin tomorrow morning. Oh, yes, I forgot about part nine. It will be in the next reply, I'm running out of space here.

Infestation-Part Nine The small group of Infection Forms, the bulbous, pod like monsters moved on their feathery feelers through the vents of Chiron TL34. Silently, they inspected through grilles, barely holding themselves back from the veritable feast on the other side of the thin, metal walls. They knew that they had to contain themselves, though, because there was a goal to their quest. They were searching for their kin that had been captured. They didn’t know where to go, so they searched and searched. Then, they found them. In Med Lab 4, Jonathan Leach, a marine veteran with plenty of experience guarded the door to the glass walled Lab. Inside, ONI researchers Terry Gairdner and Anna Lucia worked away inside. It wasn’t much, but it was good enough. It had blank, white surfaces, flat screen Computers dotted around and assorted machines required for their testing on the two specimens. They were standing around a printer, waiting for a blood test result. “Sooo, do you want to get something to eat after this?” Gairdner asked sheepishly. “You trying to hit on me or something?” She asked. “Um, well, not exactly.” He stumbled “Well, that’s a shame, I was kind of pleased there.” She teased. They laughed. They had been stuck on this dump of a ring world for what seemed like forever. They were safe from The Covenant, but it was dull as hell. Suddenly, the two captives began to thrash in their cells. They were strapped down, sedated and locked in. The cells were strong titanium doors that sealed shut. They could tell that things were wrong by looking at live video feeds linked to monitor screens. “What the Hell?” Asked Gairdner. “What are they doing? You did sedate them, right?” Anna said. “Yeah, the normal dose, I don’t understand…” He replied, getting some injectors filled with morphine. “Maybe they’ve adapted to the drugs? You know, the regenerative abilities?” She went over to a console built into the wall, and opened the big, heavy doors. Inside, the rotting, crazed remains of the two miners threw themselves around, trying desperately to break free of the restraints. It was a futile effort, the magnetic locks wouldn’t break, the only thing they would break is their own wrists. Gairdner went into the first cell and began to inject the first subject with the Morphine. They new that it was time. They slammed against the grille on the roof above the meat-things and their kin. It shook, then gave way. The female screamed as an avalanche of Infection Forms tumbled down on top of her. Penetrators tore through her clothes and her skin, her muscles and tendons until they reached her spinal cord, beginning the irreversible process of conversion. As arterial blood pumped everywhere, the screaming woman stumbled back under the sudden weight of the Infection Forms. She slipped back onto the wall console, and in a cruel piece of fate, deactivated the Mag-Locks. Gairdner turned he watched, terrified as the woman who he had gotten to know so well slip and fall in a welter of blood. This wasn’t Covenant, it was those pod things, he was chilled to the bone. If they took him, he would end up like the poor sods behind him. His already miserable time of things grew worse as he heard the distinctive clunk of the Mag-Locks shutting down. The infected Miner behind him threw itself forward, burying its distended, sharp talons that had grown out of an arm into his neck. Gairdner felt something hot pour down his neck. There was something on his back, what was it? His world had grown dizzy. Loud and confused. He licked a drop of the red liquid on the floor, it tasted of Iron. It was Blood, his Blood. Bits and pieces of memory drifted back to him. That was it, Anna, those Bastards had killed her, just as he’d drummed up his courage. Oh well, he finding it hard to stay awake, if he was awake. He decided to rest a little and just let things go… Leach had just been about to fall asleep. It was undoubtedly one of the safest jobs in the entire UNSC, but hell, it was boring. He had his M90 shotgun slung over his shoulder and he leant on the Glass behind him. Then he could her that ONI babe screaming. He wheeled around, surprised. It was like a madmans abattoir in there. Strange pods danced around on thin, multiple legs, their sickly green forms covered the poor Spanish girl, spraying blood everywhere. The sharp contrast between the White tiles and surfaces and the Red blood was disturbing. He could tell Gairdner was done for, even before this corpse thing got up and rammed a talon through his throat. He hit the lockdown button. On every window, segmented Metal sheets ground down, closing off the windows as escape routes. “Control, Control! This is Corporal Leach, we have an outbreak and casualties at Med Lab 4! Repeat, an outbreak at Med Lab 4! Send medical assistance and reinforcements to Med Lab 4!” All of a sudden, Leach’s quiet little world had turned mad, he kind of missed the boredom now. The situation at The Covenant camp was little better. Choto had sent his wounded on to the temporary Hospital, meanwhile he reported to The Elites. ‘Isna ‘Farhdenhe, bedecked in Gold armour, was ordering a Drone leader. The Drone buzzed off and The Elite hero turned to him. Choto gulped, the only time Grunts went to Elite command posts was to be shot. “You call, Master” Squeaked the Grunt. “Yes, I did. I want to talk to you about the disaster at the cliffs.” The imperious Elite said in an offhand manner. “Wasn’t my fault, really, master. Really.” Pleaded the Grunt. “I know that, it was the humans. They drew us in and then struck us with our backs turned.” The Elite admitted. Choto didn’t really know what to do. “Did you see where the humans in the shield armour went?” Asked ‘Farhdenhe. “Yes master! I see, I tell you.” The now excited Grunt told his leader the code to the Cave door, the number of special humans and about the destruction of the cliff base. The Covenant wasn’t going to take it’s defeat lightly… Ummm... I wrote a lot when I was Blacklisted, and I suppose it was a good thing. I got to talk more with my family, I got more time to write, more time to play on my Xbox. All in all, I suppose it was a good experience. what I am trying to say is that I forgot thatI wrote part ten. Here it is.

Good Hunting-Part Ten 2305(Local Time), September 19, 2552 (Military Calendar) /UNSC research base, Chiron TL34/Outside Med Lab 4. The reinforcements had arrived almost instantaneously. Four men had been rushed to the med Lab, armed with M90 Shotguns, perfect for this range. They told Leach that the medical team was hanging back with some more Marines for safety. Leach nodded. He went to the control pad and opened the shutter on the door. When it fully retracted, they rushed in. Somehow it had grown worse than when Leach had last seen it. The Lights flickered, and blood was everywhere. Up the ceiling, on the walls, on the equipment, everywhere. They looked around, besides the noise that the lights made when they flickered, it was silent. Leach went to a chair by a monitor screen. When he saw how drenched with blood it was, he decided not to sit down. He had the computer replay the footage last seen by the camera. It showed Gairdner walk into the first cell and inject a subject with something. Then he turned, and Leach could see the mag-locks disable. He switched camera. It showed the foxy Spanish researcher, Anna Lucia, walk to the control console on the wall and open the cell doors. She took a step back and suddenly, she was covered with the pod things. One of the Marines in the centre of the room was observing the destruction when something wet dripped onto his shoulder. He looked around. Everyone else was facing away from him. He shook his head. It happened again. Again, no one was spitting at him or anything else. “Hey, have any of you lot spat at me?” He asked. There was a chorus of ‘Heck No’ and ‘Why would we do that?’ “Well, this stuff keeps dropping dow…” he looked up. In the open, buckled vent in the ceiling, the stump of an arm was visible, dripping blood. He threw up. Leach marched over to the spot under the vent and reached up. He was tall enough to reach this grisly thing. He held the arm out for all to see. It was a woman’s. “Well, -blam!-.” he said. Choto was immensely proud. In recognition of his rallying the survivors at the Cliff base and silently following the humans without revealing his position ‘Farhdenhe had promoted him to Black Ops. He had waited in a methane tent whilst Engineers, strange creatures that used bladders of gas to float above the ground, upgraded his armour. It was now Black as the night around him, and it possessed an Active Camouflage generator. He led a select team of Grunts, Elites and Jackals through the wreckage of the base and forest. He led them through the caves to the door. The leader, a particularly sadistic Elite called ‘Rota ‘Rakanda, ordered that everyone engage Active Camouflage. Choto took his time doing it, but he managed. Their mission was to get inside whatever was behind this door. If it was a base, as ‘Fardenhe suspected, then every single Drop Ship that they had left, and reinforcements coming from the South would fly to the plateau, which was directly above the group. It was suspected, and reconnaissance supported this, that this was another entrance to this “base.” They were to cause as much carnage as possible. Choto put in the code. On the other side of the door, under the glare of high power lamps, a Marine squad watched the door open. They rushed to their positions and .30 cal turret. They had made small walls of rock and Metal sheets, and they were quite proud of their workmanship. Oddly, nothing came through. They glanced to each other. What was it? They elected to send someone down to check it. Gingerly, a soldier crept down to see what was wrong. Battle Rifle held before him, he looked around it. Nothing. “It’s nothing guys, it must be the electrics down here. Dodgy stuff.” There was no reply. “Guys?” Silence. It was a though the whole lot had packed up and left. “Come on. This is hardly the time to play hide ad seek. Can we show even the slightest hint of professionalism?” He heard something come from down the hall. From the room that Chief Mendez had ordered to be left alone. He crept over. How had they gotten past him without being noticed? “Come on you tossers, there’s an entire Covenant army out there and you muck around like children?” Still nothing. This room was the place that was rumoured to be where two miners were last seen. Why were they violating Mendez’s orders? The room was fairly large, not as big as the mess hall, but still fairly big. All around the room were identical containers. One was overturned and one was open. He went to the open one and looked inside. There were human body parts everywhere. Hands, legs, arms, heads. All were cauterised by an intense heat. The cuts were so clean that only one thing could’ve done it. A Covenant Plasma Sword. He heard something thump to the floor. He looked down and he saw a hand. He picked it up. How had it fallen out? He didn’t remember knocking the terrible display in the container about. Then he realised it was his own hand, why didn’t he feel anything? Choto and the rest of the Black Ops team watched in silence as ‘Rota dismantled an entire ten strong group of humans in complete silence. Choto was shocked. He knew that ‘Rota was quite possibly the cruellest Elite in living memory, but this was pushing things. The display was both gruesome and awe inspiring at the same time. Before long, the final human was dismantled by ’Rotas Plasma sword and inside the container with the rest. “Now that, fellows, is how you kill a human.” He boasted.

Hey, Corbec! Welcome back! *waves* Gah! So much to read! I've just started part 10 now, and I have to say that this completely [i]pwnz![/i] Your style is very reminiscent of William C. Dietz in his writing of The Flood. I'll start on part 10 ASAP, and I'll update this when I'm done. -Pyroshark- P.S. You didn't happen to find that thread in The Flood forum that we were looking for, did you? I looked briefly, but no luck. EDIT: I jsut finished reading part 10. Morbid stuff, but I love it! =D [Edited on 6/19/2006]