this is moved from my other account which is also called blue phoenix but thats just a technicality. it signed me in on that 1 instead of this 1 for some reason :s anyways: Ok, so i started writing this lot after piles of pressure form my college mates, a solid training session and one very sleepless night thinking about lods of stuff. This is basically what i think may happen in the latter part of Halo3. Not all of it just the key elements. but it is meant to be just a bit of fun at the end of the day. Criticism is welcomed but only if it's consructive. if it aint i'll just ignore yew lol. Anyways, here it is. I'm posting parts 1 & 2 simply because i've already done them because i had a 3 hour free period today. gah, boring as hell. Oh, and on a personal note, about 10 people have proof read this and they think its cool. I however think the start is decent and it gets better as it goes on but make of it what you will 11:26 HOURS. 10/9/2552. MILLITARY CALENDER. RUINS OF NEW MOMBASSA. EAST AFRICAN PROTECTORATE. EARTH. Chapter 1. Part 1- "Stupid Grunts." The pelican dropships lowered gently and the ODST soldiers jumped off and immediately ran for cover, forming a defensive perimeter. The Master Chief followed suit and took cover behind a pile of stacked oil drums. Sergeant Johnson was 5 Meters to his Right behind a concrete wall, with metal plating above him sloping at an angle. He was scoping out the front of the large building infront of them. The building that had not stood here before. Partly because it had been half a mile below solid earth for the past god knows how many years. “All clear, no movement” said Johnson. “Perez, Williams, Cole, flank left up to that rock cluster over there. Davies, Johns, you come right with me to the remains of that building. A.J, Thompson, Hawkins, you go up front with chief. Every one check your weapons….On my mark, MOVE OUT !” they all nodded in acknowledgement and fanned out in one swift movement. As the Chief ran towards the pile of rubble they were heading for, he recognized the architecture of the building. The strange markings on the outside, the sloping strut like formations, the geometrical perfection, There was no mistaking it, this was definitely a forerunner structure, and an old one at that. Its architecture was stone like he had seen at Delta halo, yet it was still intact after being buried under tones of earth. But why had it been buried? A voice from behind him jolted his chain of thought back to the matter at hand: “Whoa, this was here all the time? Right under New Mombassa? No way “ “Dude, how can you say no way? You’re looking at the bloody thing. Besides, we’re half a mile under the surface,” The radio crackled, it was Johnson: “A.J, Thompson, button it. Or it’ll be back to the unemployment office for both of you! Chief, we’re in position” “Us too chief. We got the right flank covered.” Came the voice of Corporal Perez. “Good said the chief. On my mark we move in on the front of the structure. Johnson you keep to the left and Perez, you guys stick to the right.” “Naturally,” replied Johnson.” “MARK!” They all moved towards the front of the structure with perfect timing once again. The door now looming bigger as they drew closer. Both flanking teams took up positions on either side of the door. Just outside the range of the motion sensors. The chief and the other 3 marines ran forward and split up. Two one side of the door, two the other side. “Sir I’ve got 3 contacts just the other side of this door on my thermal scanners. Small, most likely grunts.” “Roger” said the chief.” “I dunno about you guys but I’d like to just roll a frag through the door and let it blow them to bits. But hey, that’s just me” the chief nodded in acknowledgement and pulled out a frag grenade. He edged closer to the door, triggering its motion sensors. Inside, the 3 Grunts had been aimlessly passing the time: “No fair, why can’t we go and see the big console with the flashy things on it?” “I don’t know, But me rather stay here. Lot easier.” “Ooooh I don’t know, I don’t like standing watch, it make me very nervous. What if the demon shows up?” “Oh relax, it not as if he gonna show up and take us by surpri….. What’s that?” The frag grenade rolled slowly towards the middle grunt’s feet and came to a rest. “…Uh oh” Smoke and rubble, with the odd arm and leg of a grunt of course, flew out of the open door. The marines and the chief filed into the room, weapons raised, eyes down range. [Edited on 2/8/2007]