[i][quote]"I volunteered for it . Volunteered to drop in a titanium box, volunteered for the most risky job in the UNSC. I volunteered to become an ODST marine, or a "Helljumper", as they were known throughout the corps. It wasn't out of patriotic pride, or anything like that. It was for revenge."[/quote][/i]
This is the first book in the [i]Memoirs[/i] trilogy, and is primarily set during the conflict of Harvest.
[b]COMPLETED -- If you have the time, please read.[/b]
[url=http://www.4shared.com/file/144191105/bcc3d6b3/Memoirs_complete.html]Memoirs of an ODST - PDF[/url]
Partake upon an epic adventure through the eyes of one who's seen it all.
Memoirs of an ODST Book I, first in an epic trilogy by Wolverfrog.
Please don't be put off by the first few parts, I was young and inexperienced, but after a few it really warms up. So, enjoy the story, you should be able to find at least a part on each page of this topic, And of course, there's a lovely little chapter list below. Whatever you choose to do, please leave valuable feedback, as I take everyone's thoughts into consideration. Enjoy! ~[i]Wolverfrog[/i]
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[b]Chapter List[/b]
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[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918]Part One - Contact + Chapter list[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27692603]Part Two - Enrolement[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27704116]Part Three - Suit up[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27740734]Part Four - A Plan[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927859]Part Five - Breaking In[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=28180827]Part Six - Sabotage[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=5#28268272]Part Seven - Tick Tock[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=5#28574258]Part Eight - Refuge[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=6#29578772]Part Nine - Let's get started[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=6#29603898]Part Ten - Time to Drop...[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=6#29656576]Part Eleven - Hope you revised[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=7#29715694]Part Twelve - Detonation[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=7#29742005]Part Thirteen - It ain't over, 'til it's over[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=7#29768341]Part Fourteen - Feet first into hell[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=7#29777559]Part Fifteen - The road to Utgard[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=7#29903386]Part Sixteen - Interrogated[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=8#29989655]Part Seventeen - The Captial City[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=8#30076479]Part Eighteen - Investigation [/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=8#30112758]Part Nineteen - Recon[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=8#30219626]Part Twenty - Gone Fishin' [/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=9#30291330]Part Twenty one - Sacrifice [/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=9#30487245]Part Twenty Two - Rescue [/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=10#30622732]Part Twenty Three - Meet the Spartans[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=10#30745936]Part Twenty Four - Ragnarok[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=12#32050452]Part Twenty Five - An unpleasant history[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=12#32247717]Part Twenty Six - Ambush[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=13#32341829]Part Twenty Seven - Behind enemy lines[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=13#32614835]Part Twenty Eight - Welcome to the URF[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=14#33059421]Part Twenty Nine - Promotion, URF style[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=15#33789196]Part Thirty - Insubordination[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=16#34993041]Part Thirty One - Breaking an entry[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=16#35166930]Part Thirty Two - Rescued[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&postRepeater1-p=17#35398362]Part Thirty Three - FNG[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=17#36420232]Part Thirty Four - The Cole Protocol[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=18#36602083]Part Thirty Five - Into the Fiery Depths...[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=18#37115662]Part Thirty Six - Hell's passage[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=18#37200389]Part Thirty Seven - Ras Mai'ee[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=19#37403993]Part Thrity Eight - I know what the troopers like...[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=19#37863713]Part Thirty Nine - Where heroes fall[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=27927918&viewreplies=true&postRepeater1-p=19#37863777]Epilogue[/url]
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More to come soon!
[b]Fan art[/b]
[url=http://insanityxiii.deviantart.com/art/Commissioned-Odst-132265116]Farm Boy, by Insanityxii[/url]
[b]Part 1 - Contact[/b]
I volunteered for it . Volunteered to drop in a titanium box, volunteered for the most risky job in the UNSC. I volunteered to become an ODST marine, or a "Helljumper", as they were known throughout the corps. It wasn't out of patriotic pride, or anything like that. It was for revenge.
Twenty years ago, I was fifteen years old, lounging about lazily in the plentiful fields of the paradise colony world Harvest; I had a good home, and Harvest was pretty much safe from rebels, pirates, and the other troubles that plague less fortunate colonies. Life was good, just me, and my Mom and Dad. Then they came.
The day started like any other, me and a few of the other lads going to watch those Marines in training. We were fascinated by them, how they followed orders to the bone, how they acted swiftly and surely. Later in the day however, an unknown object entered the atmosphere.
It wasn't like any of our cruisers; it was purple, and made of a shiny metallic element which was definitely not used in any of our standard ships, on closer inspection, it seemed like the ship was curvaceous, although why it was built this way was a mystery, surely it would just slow it down with its un-streamlined shape. Needless to say, the UNSC ships rose up armed to meet it.
There were whisperings amongst the local colonists, finally, other sentient life had been discovered. I didn't find out what happened up there until much later, hours went past without it moving an inch, and apprehension slowly crept into the onlooking crowd. Suddenly, the enemy cruiser fired on one of our ships, plasma streaming out of its dual cannons ,that was when the screaming started.
Time went as a blur after that, chaos predominated over every other sense as one by one, our ships were shot down by the shear power of the enemy cruiser, as easily as scissors cut through paper. My parent's house was miles away,yet still, I should have ran back, should have warned them; maybe then I wouldn't even be recounting this tale.
However, I was in disarray, people were yelling everywhere, screaming how they were all going to die, next thing, the also petrified marines were shouting at civilians to board the ship, to evacuate. I tried to run back to the house, to tell my parents, but a marine in black armour which had the initials ODST printed on the right shoulder pad grabbed me and threw me on-board ,probably saved my life.
As we left the atmosphere, I saw before my very eyes blue explosions smash into the once great planet harvest, the UNSC's pride and joy, and my home, and bury it under a glassy field.
My parents hadn't made it; they were still down there, dead or dying. As we fled out of the planets atmosphere, and jumped into slip space, I made a vow that day to wreak a terrible vengeance on the monsters that had committed this heinous act.
All these years later, standing 10km above the desolate New Mombassa, I'm starting to regret it.
[Edited on 10.16.2010 5:39 PM PDT]
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[b]Part 38 - I know what the troopers like...[/b] "I'm sitting next to an Elite, and he's not dead. Can someone tell me why?" Staff Sergeant Johnson demanded, looking suspiciously at the manacled Ras Mai'ee bound next to him. We'd finally been able to get him proper handcuffs. Ras didn't seem to appreciate the sentiment. "He's a prisoner of war Johnson - can I call you Avery?" Blade began, cutting off, Johnson shook his head, and Blade grunted unpleasantly, "well, whatever. Anyway, I don't kill POWs, especially when they've been co-operative. I didn't do it in the Insurrectionist war, and I won't do it now. Besides, he could still be useful." I looked around the small room we were in. It was hard to remember that we were in the middle of a hot zone when we were sitting in cushy chairs, and drinking Coffee. "What's the plan sir? Every moment we waste is a moment the Covenant spend trying to gain access to the systems." I asked Blade, worried. "You're right. We've rested long enough, we've gotta blow this place so high, it will knock on heavens door before falling back down to hell. Johnson, I advise you tell your men to exit the building, the way we came is clear. You should go too." Blade nodded, standing up. "Rested long enough? Blade, we've been here for fifteen minutes." Rook protested. "That's fifteen minutes too long!" Blade barked, and Rook instantly shrunk back. We sighed, and stood up. Ras looked at us curiously. "What do we do with the split chin?" Switch asked, "it really would be easier to kill him Blade, maybe this once we should do away with the concept of fairness." "No, I gave my word to him that as long as he did what we said, he'd survive. He's complied, and so he'll get passage out of here." Blade snapped back. "Yeah, but how? I'm no more endeared to killing...Ras in cold blood than you sir, but we can't take him with us to set up the bomb. He'll be dead weight." I reminded the squad leader, who turned to Johnson. "Could you escort him out? Drag him up to a cliff or something, and light a flare. The Covenant'll find him soon after." The ODST Staff Sergeant asked of Avery, who thought. "I don't know if I can do that Blade. I mean, who knows how many humans he'll kill in the future?" "We're living in the present Johnson, so just listen to me please? Just take him out of this dome, and then dump him, alive. That's all you need to do." Blade pleaded back. "Well I'm not taking him." Johnson stated with a finality to his voice. Blade's shoulders dropped. "Why not?" "Because," Avery began to say, "I'm not leaving right now. I'm gonna escort you ladies to wherever you need to go. My Junior Sergeant can evac the rest, and take the Elite with him." What the hell was a Junior Sergeant? It sounded made up. I didn't comment on it, Staff Sergeant Avery Johnson looked to be the sort of man who would kick my ass even quicker than Blade. "Serious? It's gonna be dangerous Johnson." Blade warned, and the marine Staff Sergeant frowned. "I can handle a helluva lot more than you and your little troop of girl scouts can Blade. Don't worry about me, I'll be the one watching your back." "Cocky bastard. All right Sergeant, you seem crazy enough to come with us. I just hope you've got the balls too." The ODST Sergeant shook the hand of the marine Sergeant in agreement. "Damn straight. Now what are your men like? They ain't gonna cry when a Grunt shouts 'boo' are they?" "Don't you worry about my men; finest ODSTs I've ever worked with." I felt a slight satisfaction as Blade said that. I guess we weren't that useless after all." "I hope so." Johnson grunted, and then turned around, "hey, Drake! Get your ass over here, I've got a job for you!" A man in a Sergeant cap like the one Johnson wore came over, wearing thick black sunglasses, and smoking a Sweet Williams. Was there a rule in the Sergeant handbook which demanded that you had to be stereotypical? "What is it Johnson?" Drake asked wearily. "That's [i]Staff Sergeant Johnson; sir.[/i]" Avery reprimanded, and the other Sergeant sighed. "Whatever you want sir. I'm really tired, and I've got a bunch of equally tired marines behind me. I don't know how the heck you keep going sir, but we're shattered." Drake explained. "Well you'd better tell those boys to keelhaul some serious ass, because I, and this fine squad of troopers, are going to level it to the ground. You hearin' me soldier?" Johnson instructed, his voice raising, as well as his body. Wow, he was pretty tall. Looked to be around 6"5. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was a Spartan. "Serious sir? For Christ's sake, is there anything else you need me to do?" Drake uttered in resignation. "Since you're offering, yeah. I want you to take that Elite out of this place, through the bubble shield outside, leave him on a cliff, and light a flare." "You want me to escort an [i]Elite[/i] out? I've got a half loaded pistol at my belt sir, I'm sure I can spare [i]one[/i] bullet on the bastard." "No, he's not to be killed marine." Blade ordered, standing up. Drake stared at the ODST with scorn. "Where do you get off ordering me around trooper?" Drake asked impudently. "Because I'm a Staff Sergeant, and you're not. And if I find out that you haven't complied with Johnson's order, a court martial will be the least of your worries. Understand?" "Right sirs, I here you." Drake replied bitterly, and then muttered under his breath, "-blam!-s." "What was that Drake? You wanted to say something to me?" Johnson called after him, and Drake shook his head, grabbed Ras roughly, and walked him back towards the marines, talking to one. I saw one give us the evil eye. "Charming fellow." Mains commented brightly. "Ignore him, it's not his fault really. He's tired; we all are. Been holed up here for days." Johnson told the Irish ODST, who nodded sympathetically. "Well, that's everything wrapped up nicely. Grab your gear people, and let's move out. Johnson, you want to take command on this mission?" Blade questioned politely, although I knew he hated it when someone else ordered him around. "Nah, this is your op trooper. You're in charge." Avery Johnson replied, loading what I guessed to be an MA5K Carbine. "Thanks. Alright marines, you get ready to move out of the base. Get as far away from it as you can." Blade shouted at the worn out soldiers. "What about you guys? You got an escape plan?" an unknown private called back. "We'll improvise, don't worry about us. See you on the other side boys. Oorah." Our squad and Johnson left the room, ready to follow out the Cole Protocol. [Edited on 09.27.2009 1:17 PM PDT]
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Born into a noble family, like most high ranking Elites.
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Hehe, I love Rook. 12th century was awesome. Though I do wonder how Ras got that rank, surrendering so easily.
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Now that Johnson's here, they've got nothing to worry about. Great chapter!
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[quote]"No; Shut up. Now come on, I'm hungry, let's go follow that Johnson guy. Mains, would you hurry back and fetch Ras for me? Keep a pistol trained on him at all times." "Right sir." Mains replied, saluting. He ran back towards the elevator.[/quote] Mains went to go fetch him. As for what happens next; stay tuned.
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what happened to Ras?
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] ajw34307 No, Wolverfrog. I didn't get ODST [i]either[/i] today :( [/quote] We can cry together. Paranoia had better not taunt us. Or else... And yeah, Johnson will make it good. I'm pretty skilled at describing his character.
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No, Wolverfrog. I didn't get ODST [i]either[/i] today :( Nice to see that Johnson has joined the fray, some grammar errors here and there but great writing. [Edited on 09.22.2009 8:53 AM PDT]
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wicked!!! cant wait to see what plan johnson thinks up!
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Awesome! Well done!
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Kick ass johnson has joined the party! Great story!
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"One would think it would be wiser to merely untie me and allow me to climb up myself." Ras spoke. "One would think you'd be wise enough to shut up, but I guess that person would be wrong. Now quiet down. Lad, keep your sniper trained on it." Blade barked back. Switch and Rook had evidently reached the top, for a moment later, two thick ropes were lowered down. Blade affixed them to each of the Elite's arms. "Pull now!" Blade called up, and the two topside ODSTs began to yank, and the Elite Zealot rose of the ground. It was quite a funny image. Blade hopped up the ladder after the Covenant Officer, climbing up the ladder. Mains followed suit. He hadn't spoken much. I realised this was the first time he'd seen a Covenant soldier up close. I took one last look around the tunnels, sighed, and clambered up myself. "Lead on Elite." Blade ordered as I reached the top. Ras sighed, and plodded sadly along the corridors, it's head hung in shame. I continued after it, as did the other ODSTs. The corridors were silent, empty. Our footsteps echoed. Blade kept a pistol attached to the base of the Elite's neck constantly as we walked. We ran into trouble a little further along. Big trouble. Two Hunters stood guard before an elevator, and seeing the human squad, they moved into action, locking their shields and raising their weapons. Blade wrapped an arm around Ras' neck, and dug the pistol into his head. "All right Ras, you tell those things to chill." Blade muttered in the Elite's ear. "Let them pass H'rai, J'rai. My life is at stake here." Ras ordered, and the Hunters reluctantly stood down. "Yeah, you move to the side, where you can't reach us. Or your leader's head gets blown off!" Blade cried, and the Hunters immediately complied, rumbling as they did so. We marched calmly towards the elevator, and just before we reached the sliding metal doors, Rook seemed to stumble on thin air, and crash into the wall with his arms out. He withdrew, and walked into the small box with us. "Be more careful Rook..." Blade muttered, "which floor is the conference centre on Elite?" "Third, human." Ras revealed bitterly. I hit the button, and the doors slid shut, and we rose. Rook laughed, drawing something out from his belt. "What's that?" Mains asked. "A little present for those Hunters. You didn't think I crashed into the wall by accident did you? I attached C4 to the wall. Listen." Rook replied, pressing down upon the detonator in his hand. An explosion crashed beneath us, and I whistled in appreciation. Ras cried out in horror. "Smooth move..." I praised. Rook bowed dramatically. "That was murder." Ras croaked, grieving. "No, that was revenge. A close friend of mine was killed by two of those things. That's payback. And fitting payback it is too, kill 'em with an explosion. Det would have been proud." Rook replied, serious for once. "Damn straight." Blade agreed. The doors slid open, and we suddenly found ourselves in the middle of a firefight. Covenant soldiers were trading fire with UNSC ones. We swore, and ducked out of sight. Blade grabbed Ras by the scruff of his armour. "You said the UNSC was pinned down!" he growled. "They were! They must be pushing back. I don't see how though, they were severely undermanned." the Zealot explained. "Dammit. Rook, tie this bastard up, we're going out there, and I don't want the Elite going anywhere." Blade ordered. "We could just kill him, save us the hassle." Rook suggested, and Ras whimpered. "No, he's more valuable to us alive. Just tie him up, and toss him in a corner. I'll come back for him later." Blade replied after some thought. Rook nodded, and bound up the Elite. "Nothing personal mate, except I don't trust you as far as I could throw you. Just sit tight, we'll be back for you soon." Rook taunted. "Lock and load boys, this is going to get hairy." Blade rallied, loading his Covenant Carbine with ammo. We charged out, leaving Ras behind us. The Covenant suddenly found themselves flanked, and cried in surprise. I hung back slightly, firing shots from my Covenant Sniper. The Covenant forces began to thin as Grunt after Grunt, Elite after Elite, and Jackal after Jackal fell to the UNSC fire, and eventually an Elite in crimson armour shouted over the carnage. "Fall back, we'll deal with these infidels later!" cried the Elite, and the Covenant wave began to retreat to the west, walking through an energy barrier. "Damn it, they've gone running!" a marine on the other side of the corridor shouted. Me and my squad walked over to the resistance, "we can't get through that barrier. Lucky you Helljumpers showed up when you did, we would have been screwed otherwise." "It was a pleasure." Blade greeted, shaking the lead marine's hand. I noted he was a Staff Sergeant; a higher rank than any of us. He had dark skin, and was smoking a cigar. "Yeah, well, we've set up a little camp of sorts nearby. Come on, you can rest and relax, for a little bit anyway. The name's Avery Johnson. Pleased to meet you fellahs." the marine replied in turn. "I'm Blade. To the right of me is Switch, to the left is Rook, Mains is the quiet, efficient one just behind me, and the one hanging back with the sniper is Farm--Archer." Blade introduced, and I did a double take. [i]Archer[/i]? Who the hell was that? "Well, just follow me, we've got med supplies and ammo you can stock up on. You smoke Blade? I've got a box of Sweet Williams at back." Johnson replied, and Blade shook his head. "I don't smoke. Terrible habit." "Heh heh, and I don't I know it. Right, let's get moving. No telling when those uglies will come back." the Staff Sergeant walked off, and I ran up to Blade. "Who's Archer?" I queried, muttering. "You. I'm fed up of calling you Farm Boy, not mention it's undignified, and now you're our designated Sniper, I feel you need a better name. So from now on, you're called Archer." Blade answered, and I smiled, pleased. Finally, a name I didn't have to be ashamed of. "Hey, can I get a cool new name? Only 'Rook' kind of--" Rook asked hopefully. "No; Shut up. Now come on, I'm hungry, let's go follow that Johnson guy. Mains, would you hurry back and fetch Ras for me? Keep a pistol trained on him at all times." "Right sir." Mains replied, saluting. He ran back towards the elevator. I followed after Blade, who had begun to in turn, follow Johnson. I needed a drink. Something strong.
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Pay attention to Ras, he's more important than you think. Enjoy this, perhaps it will sate your ODST hunger. Perhaps. [b] Part 37 - Ras Mai'ee [/b] I reached the top of the ladder, and lifted up the steel hatch above slightly, just enough so I could peer through to the surface. What I saw nearly caused me to fall in shock. Scores and scores of Covenant. And not just mere Grunts, and Jackals, but Elites too, as well as the huge creatures, which I now knew were named Hunters, which had caused the death of Det. Two of the Elites, garbed in golden, splendid armour, barked orders. "Spread out. We must pillage this temple for holy relics and information." the first golden Elite cried, and the crowd of Covenant obeyed, spreading out in different directions, down through corridors and up stairs. I could faintly hear Grunts complaining. They vanished, and all that remained in the foyer of the commerce centre was the golden Elite, sneering. [i]Holy temple[/i]? I looked at the cracked walls, ash covering the floor. It certainly didn't look holy to me. I slowly shut the hatch, and dropped back down into the tunnel below, where my squad awaited me. "Well?" Blade demanded, cocking his head. "We've got a lot of Covenant up there sir, but they've gone to search the place for information." I reported, stretching my arms. Holding onto the rungs of the ladder for so long had been rather painful. "How many are up there now?" Rook asked, excitedly. "Just the one. But he looks tough, he was commanding everyone else, he's got golden armour, and a sword." I replied, cautionary. "Just him?" Blade asked, wanting to confirm what I said. I nodded slowly, "I'll be right back, stay sharp." Blade clambered up the ladder leading to the meta hatch, and opened it. A moment later, he lunged, grasped something, and fell down. "Got ya' you bastard!" he cried, and I realised with horror what he was grappling with on the floor. Blade had pulled the Elite through into the tunnel below. The ODST Staff Sergeant was on top of the golden Covenant officer, reigning down punch after punch. Ever blow was deflected by energy shields. The Elite roared, and threw Blade off. It stood and faced us angrily. I looked at my squad and nodded, thinking along the same crazy lines as them. The five of us, me, Rook, Switch, Mains and Blade charged the Elite, and slammed it against the brick wall. It cried in pain, lifting it's head up. "Pin it's arms!" Switch shouted over the chaos, but before I could lunge for the Elite's left, powerful biceps, it had already reached down to it's belt and ignited a weapon. It looked like an energy sword, but smaller. More of a dagger. "Oh crap!" I screamed as it swiped at me, jumping back just in time. It kept moving forward with the dagger, causing me to nearly fall over. It swept the rest of my squad out of it's way with it's now free arm, pursuing me with a dogged intent. The burning knife sailed towards my neck, and I wasted no time. I spun, somehow grabbed the thing's arm, and managed to hold it's arm in place. The Elite roared, and kicked me off, where I landed in a corner, dazed. It loomed over me, about to finish me off. I drew out my SOCOM, shooting it. The golden warrior merely shrugged the shots off, and continued towards me. The Elite drove down with the dagger, and I rolled out of the way. Not fast enough though, for the blade embedded in my leg, and I screamed in pain. Suddenly, a huge bolt of green plasma sailed towards the Elite, and impacted, taking down it's energy shields in a blue shimmer. It cried out in surprise, turning around, and I took the initiative, scrambling to my feet and wrapping an arm around it's neck. Before it could twist me off, I pressed the cold steel of my pistol against it's head, and realising it was bested, the Elite stopped struggling. "Excellent work Farm Boy, keep tight hold while I tie it up." Blade congratulated, bringing out garrotting wire. He didn't strangle the Elite with it though, rather he bound the Covenant Warrior up with it, the wire cutting into it's flesh, purple blood oozing from the wounds. Once satisfied it wasn't going to escape, I released the Elite, and it tumbled to the ground in pain, immobilised. Blade bent down and roughly seized it's neck, turning the gaze of the creature towards him. "Striking from the shadows, how very like humanity." the Elite rasped spitefully, and Blade laughed, although it was a cold, empty one. "Very funny. Now, who are you?" Blade questioned. "Your subordinates and you, you fight well together. Would it that my Unggoy possessed the same companionship as you." spoke the Covenant soldier, completely ignoring Blade's query. "Bloody hell, it sounds like it's from the 12th century!" Rook remarked, "noweth split lip, wouldst thou be as kindest to telleth us what thy title and purpose in this domain doth be? Lest mine dagger curiously find itself buried in thine satanic heart." Switch looked at Rook dryly. "What the hell was that?" the ODST tech specialist asked. "That's how they spoke back in the 1200s or whatever right?" Rook replied, upset by his friend's taunt. "No, they didn't. You've been reading too much King Arthur." "Do you mind? I'm trying to interrogate a prisoner here, and you two are monkeying around!" Blade shouted, and the two bickering ODSTs flinched, muttering an abashed apology, "Farm Boy, pass me the thing's dagger would you?" I complied, and hefted the surprisingly heavy energy weapon, tossing it to Blade, who activated it somehow. He held the knife to the Elite's neck, and the Covenant officer grimaced in pain as it's flesh began to sear. "What's your name and rank?" Blade demanded, pressing in a little harder. Purple gas began to sear from the cut, and I realised with a lurch that it was evaporated Elite blood. "Ras Mai'ee, 1st Zealot of the Fleet of Holy Embarkation." the Elite gasped, and Blade relaxed the dagger slightly. "Ras eh? Okay then, what are you doing in this building?" "Searching...for information. We know this is not your only world human, we will find them all, and raze them to dust." "Flattery won't get you anywhere scum. Whose orders are you here upon? Your own?" Blade asked, once again digging the burning dagger into the Elite's neck, who's eyes grew wide and mouth began to pant. I realised the plasma was probably dehydrating the thing. "No...not mine...the Prophet of--of Regret's. I'm but--but--but..." Ras had begun to go pale, and it's mouth was drying up. I noticed it's head bean to sway back and forth. "Blade, I think it needs water. Unless you feel like eating crispy Elite for dinner." I suggested, bringing out a water sack, and tossing it to the Staff Sergeant, who poured it down the Zealot's throat. "My thanks to you." Ras called over to me, and I turned away, guilty that we were probably going to kill the Elite soon. "Don't you be getting all chummy lad, this worm is a bastard. Now Elite, where are the UNSC survivors in this base?" Blade asked, his voice a whisper. "My scouts report that they have fallen back to what you call the conference room. It is well fortified. Before you attacked me, I had dispatched several lances to wipe them out. They will no doubt nearly have reached the room." Ras explained, and Blade swore, punching the Elite Zealot in the mouth. "What was the point of that?" I asked in disbelief, looking at the Elite who spat out a sharp tooth. "It made me feel better. Right Ras, you're going to lead us to the UNSC, and you're going to tell your troops to stand down." Blade intoned, hoisted the bound Elite off the floor, and dragging him towards the ladder. "Never! I would rather die!" Ras cried out in protest, although even I could tell it was all false bravado. "Would you now? Because let me tell you freak, that can easily be arranged." Rook shouted, marching up and placing the shaft of his pistol upon the the Elite's forehead. Ras flinched. "No! No, I do not wish to die. I shall take you." the Elite admitted, defeated. It hung it's head in shame. "Good, good. I thought you'd see it my way. Now, I'm going to unbind your legs, but if you try anything, my sniper will shoot you in the neck quicker than you can pray to your heathen Gods." Blade told the Covenant Officer, who nodded meekly. [i]My sniper.[/i] I guess he meant me. I moved, and felt the heavy bayoneted weapon I had taken from the ape like alien smash into my side. I winced, and removed it. The Zealot Ras spotted it, and it's eyes widened. "Where did you get that weapon human?" It asked suspiciously, looking at my spike rifle I'd looted. "This? I uh, got it from an ape thing further down the tunnel. It wasn't an Elite, it had pretty thick fur." I replied, looking at the rifle and the Elite, who looked troubled. "The Brutes should not be here. This is a Sangheili operation. This is indeed disturbing." Ras muttered, and Blade clobbered him on the head. "No split chin, what is disturbing is the fact that you're held prisoner, with a gun pressed into your temple." the ODST Staff Sergeant growled, and the Elite nodded meekly. "Now Rook, Switch, you climb up and dangle a rope down. I'll tie it around the prisoner, and hoist him up." Blade ordered, and the pair nodded, ascending the rungs.
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the amount of awsome in your stories is, well, awsome
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] me123456789 [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog The amount of times someone tells me they've read but haven't commented is astounding.[/quote] Your talking about me aren't you? Keep up the good work.[/quote] Haha, you, and the scores of other people who PM me with praise, rather than post on the thread. The mind boggles.
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Wolverfrog The amount of times someone tells me they've read but haven't commented is astounding.[/quote] Your talking about me aren't you? Keep up the good work.
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] leeje OMG they meet the brutes! Oh yeah great story too. I wouldn't mind the PDF file if you're actually going to make one.[/quote] QFT. When this is finished, I would love the PDF. Nice description of the Spiker too.
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OMG they meet the brutes! Oh yeah great story too. I wouldn't mind the PDF file if you're actually going to make one.
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"Nah, I'm just kidding. But you are the CQB specialist. So get your ass down there, before my foot connects with it." Blade replied, chuckling. "Yes sir..." Rook muttered glumly, bending down to pry one of the double doors away from the staircase it was resting upon. He flipped it onto the snow, and, taking a deep breath, descended down. The rest of us followed after him nervously. Mains was the last to enter, and he shut the heavy steel door behind him, plunging us into darkness. Moisture leaked from the ceiling, adding to the tense atmosphere. It looked like a pretty old tunnel, brick rather than modern steel. The whole of Harvest seemed to be like that at times; traditional. "Bloody hell, it's dark." Blade remarked, bumping into me as he said so. He didn't apologise. "Should we go into VISR sir?" I asked. "No, for all we know the whole commerce centre could be powered down. We should save the battery charge. Just use the flash lights on your pistols." Blade told us, and we nodded, bringing out our armour piercing side arms, the only human weapons with us. I activated the light on the bottom of the gun's shaft, and bright white light filled the narrow tunnel. The others did the same, and soon, the once dark environment was as light as day. "Stay sharp, there could be all kinds of nasties in here." I warned. "Good call." Blade replied for no apparent reason, crouching and moving forward. Graffiti littered the walls of the tunnel, probably drawn by teenagers on field trips. Pipes leaked even more water onto the already sodden ground. After five minutes, we ran into the first sign of the Covenant. Three Grunts, accompanied by a lone...thing. The unknown alien was ape like in appearance, and looked to be even taller than an Elite. It had brown, shaggy fur, sharp canines, claws protruding from it's hands, and what looked to be primitive armour. Strangely basic for the Covenant. "What's that thing?" I whispered, forgetting that there was no need to: I was on a secure, soundproof channel. "Hell if I know, but it doesn't look to have shields, thankfully. Take 'em out lads. Farm Boy, you take the first shot." Blade commanded in a normal level of voice. I brought out my Covenant sniper rifle, and went prone, crawling through the shadows to an elevated spot. The ape like alien was squatted upon it's haunches, and seemed to be eating. I realised with revulsion that the meat it was gnawing on was a human leg. Bastard. I raised the sniper's scope to my eye, and took aim, targeting the ape's unguarded mouth. It opened it's maw, preparing to take another chunk out of it's meal. I fired, a single shot of wavy energy, which snaked towards the creature. The shot hit the Covenant ape in the back of it's mouth, and carried on through to it's brain, where it emerged out of the other side of it's skull. The gorilla alien gasped, dropping the human leg it held. It thrashed around wildly, catching one of the startled Grunts with a clawed paw, killing it. Interesting, it seemed that the creature's body had yet recognised it's brain was mince meat. The ignorance didn't last long though, for a moment later, it fell to the ground, and my squad opened fire with plasma streaming at the Grunts, who melted into a puddle of flesh. Lovely. I hopped off the ledge, and strolled towards the creature I had killed, bending down to inspect the corpse. "Nice shot man; the look on that things face when it felt it's brain pop - precious." Switch congratulated, coming up behind me. "Yeah thanks, but what was it?" I replied, turning my gaze up to the ODST Techie, who shrugged. "An escapee from the Harvest national zoo? I don't know, but whatever it is, it's new." I rolled over the corpse onto it's back, and took a look of what was left of it's face. It did indeed, even close up, look like an ape. It was pretty scary, and not something I'd want to meet without a gun in my hands. I noticed the rifle it had at it's hip, and removed it, lifting it up. It was surprisingly heavy, metal, with what looked like a bayonet underneath. I aimed the nozzle at a nearby wall, and fired. The kickback nearly sent me flying to the ground, as huge spikes ejected out of the end, spearing through the brick wall. This was a world away from standard Covenant weaponry. "That's some nail gun." Mains breathed. "Well, I'll keep it, use it, and then maybe after this I'll pass it over to ONI." I replied, attaching the weapon to a hook at my hip. "That's if we survive." Rook mentioned. "Shut up Rook." Blade snapped, "let's focus on getting out of these tunnels first and inside the commerce centre." "Roger that boss." I lifted my pistol again, using the flash light, and continued down the tunnel, wary after the previous encounter. I heard a rustling at my feet, and yelped, jumping back. I looked down and sighed in relief, it was just a common brown rat. Before this mission was over, I had a feeling I was going to become very paranoid.
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Thanks Biohazard, I appreciate it. This might be the last piece of Wolverfrog fan fiction you'll be getting for a week or two, unless I write some more of any of my fan fictions between now and Tuesday. So enjoy this. Thanks for reading, and [i]please comment![/i] The amount of times someone tells me they've read but haven't commented is astounding. [quote][/quote] [b] Part 36 - Hell's passage[/b] I leaped through the shield, feeling like I was going to smack into it. The Jackal corpse I held, however, pulled through, and I emerged safely on the other side... ...and nearly tumbled off a icy cliff. I swore, and felt my foot lose it's grip, my body propelling me forward. I flailed my arms wildly, knowing that there was no way I'd survive the fall. Suddenly, I slipped, and began to fall. Before I went more than a metre down though, a strong grip grabbed my belt, halting my descent. I looked up, and saw the gleaming visor of Blade looking down at me. "You're just full of bad luck aren't you son? Ever heard the term: look before you leap?" the ODST Sergeant asked, and I couldn't reply. How could he be spouting proverbs when I was dangling off a cliff edge? He finally got around to hoisting me up with a grunt, and I flopped onto the solid edge of the cliff, panting, adrenaline coursing through me. Blade was also lying down, likewise short of breath. I turned my head to look at him. "Thanks." I gasped wearily, unable to say more. "Don't...don't mention it lad." Blade replied, wheezing. Rook, Switch and the two Spartans stepped through the shield calmly, discarding their Covenant 'entry passes' and looking at us both with an odd look. "What happened to you two?" Switch asked, hand on hips, leaning over us. "Don't ask Switch. Just don't ask." Blade ordered, scrambling to his legs. I followed suit, still feeling sick. "Big drop." Rook remarked, peering over the edge. It was a big drop. I didn't want to think about it. Still, I felt complied to look, and saw it: the Harvest commerce centre, situated right within an artificial canyon in the centre of the bubble. It was huge. Colossal. As big as fifty Football fields; which made sense, considering it was the centre of all trade and produce on the planet. Not any-more though. Even from this height, I could see the battle below. It wasn't going in our favour. The Covenant were wiping the UNSC defence out, with Hunters and Elites swarming in. This was going to be hard. "Right, we're going down there." Blade remarked, taking a grappling hook from his belt. He affixed it to the cliff, wedging it firmly behind a rock. He threw the other end of the rope over the edge of the steep drop, where it flew down, "Keep up. Spartans, you find another way down and meet us in the centre. Divide and conquer is the best policy here." Then the ODST Staff Sergeant grasped the thick cord, looped it threw his belt, and jumped off the edge with a grunt. I ran over the edge and saw him abseiling down the rocky face of the cliff, perfectly in sync. I, Rook, Switch and Mains looked at each other nervously, and then drew out our own grappling hooks. "I hope we're getting paid double for this." Mains muttered, spearing the ice of the cliff edge with the sharp hook. I and the others did likewise. "Paid? We haven't been paid in months Mains." Switch replied, chuckling. I threw the end of my cord over the cliff edge, and, after threading it through my belt, jumped off the edge. The completely weightless feeling was eerie, until the mechanical cord slowed me down and I managed to dig into the ice of the cliff with my boots. Immediately I stopped, and heard the rest of my squad hold fast at a similar place. "This is dodgy..." I stated, looking down. Rocks crumbled and tumbled deep into the valley below. "Keep jumping you big girl, you'll get there eventually." Blade insulted, and I scowled, and continued to move down at a slow, steady pace. Eventually, I reached the bottom, and unclasped the release on the rope. I feel a few feet into the snow at the bottom, and activated the heater of my VISR, which melted the snow. I stumbled to my feet, and withdrew my huge Covenant rifle, which was purple and had a long nozzle. It seemed to be more of a sniper than a rifle actually. I'd looted it from one of the dead Jackals. I noted with some satisfaction the it had a zoom, with two settings, which interfaced with my helmet. Not as good as a human sniper, but it was the next best thing. The others dropped down next to me, and drew out their own weapons. Blade had a Covenant Carbine, looted from the other Jackal, and the others had Plasma pistols, with the exception of Switch, who had a Needler rifle. "There it is." Rook said unnecessarily, pointing north towards the huge commerce centre. "Thanks for the heads up Rook, we would have completely missed the thing otherwise, despite the fact it's the only thing in this valley." Switch taunted sarcastically. "According to Intel, there should be an underground supply tunnel somewhere near here." Blade told us thoughtfully. I looked at the sheer amount of snow covering the ground, metres high. "And how are we supposed to find it? It's a small entrance, covered by mounds of snow!" I cried, exasperated. Bladed hummed in agreement. "You're right son. It could take us hours to find, maybe even days. Eventually, we may be forced to try a desperate, frontal assault on the commerce centre, where we may all lose our lives. To come this far, only to be thwarted by mother nature. Oh the irony, we're trying to save this planet, and the planet is preventing us from doing--" Blade began to ramble depressingly, until he was cut off by a shout 100 metres to the right. "Hey guys, I've found the entrance to the tunnel!" Mains crowed at us, and I looked at Blade, depolarising my visor so he could see the satirical smile I was wearing. He coughed, embarrassed. "You see Farm Boy? I told you there was nothing to worry about. You need to stop being so pessimistic, it ain't good for ya'." Blade lectured me with a completely straight face, and then he sprinted through the thick snow towards Mains. I sighed, shook my head in disbelief, and followed suit. Rook and Switch followed, laughing. "Nice job mate." Rook congratulated Mains as we drew close to the green ODST, giving him a friendly punch on the shoulder. I patted his back, and took a look at his discovery. A large set of double doors were embedded into the ground. They were ajar, and the locks looked to have been melted; by plasma weaponry. "Looks like we aren't the only ones try to sneak from behind." Switch remarked, and we all nodded. The Covenant were down there. "It's times like these when I miss my shotgun. Well Rook, lead on." Blade ordered, indicating the entrance. Rook did a double take, and cried out in protest. "What? Why me?" he exploded, looking like he was going to smack Blade one there and then. "Because," Blade growled, "you're the Close quarters combat expert, and also, you're the one I hate the most in the squad." "You do?" Rook asked, hurt. [Edited on 09.19.2009 5:33 PM PDT]
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Wolverfrog... I just read all of Insurrection and this in one day. Both stories are incredible. I like Memoirs better because you used new characters besides MC and the Arbiter. You have an amazing talent. Keep up the good work!!!
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] random no337 [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Xartan Ahh, very interesting, indeed. I can tell I will fit like a piece to a puzzel with this group. Although, I cannot post my fan-fics at the time being seeing as I just signed up for Bungie.net. Anywho, I can already tell, that you, Wolverfrog, are the very heart that pumps the blood into this forum. Well done, I commend you, and hope on reading your fan-fics in time.[/quote] Not to discredit Wolvie, but there are more.... Sergeant Murph and MaxRealFlugel write great fanfics as well.[/quote] So very true. I'm more of an artery of the greater heart of the Gallery's fan fiction community. Yes, metaphors are awesome. Anyway, I'm going to release either a part of Insurrection or True Sangheili before writing the next part of this, so stay tuned, it should come soon. I'll try finish either one today. By the way, the next part of Insurrection will have another point of view in. Awesomeness will ensue.
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Xartan Ahh, very interesting, indeed. I can tell I will fit like a piece to a puzzel with this group. Although, I cannot post my fan-fics at the time being seeing as I just signed up for Bungie.net. Anywho, I can already tell, that you, Wolverfrog, are the very heart that pumps the blood into this forum. Well done, I commend you, and hope on reading your fan-fics in time.[/quote] Not to discredit Wolvie, but there are more.... Sergeant Murph and MaxRealFlugel write great fanfics as well.
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Ahh, very interesting, indeed. I can tell I will fit like a piece to a puzzel with this group. Although, I cannot post my fan-fics at the time being seeing as I just signed up for Bungie.net. Anywho, I can already tell, that you, Wolverfrog, are the very heart that pumps the blood into this forum. Well done, I commend you, and hope on reading your fan-fics in time. [Edited on 09.04.2009 8:30 PM PDT]
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A lot of them aren't mean to to be cliff hangers, I just end them there so I can start the next one a short while after, rather than filling in tedious gaps. Anyway, glad you enjoyed it.
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Awww... c'mon! I want some action! Damn you Wolvie! Another cliffhanger!