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Halo Fan Fiction
March 22, 2008 - 7:42am- Game: Halo
**Beginning concept for a Halo story... wrote this 2 page monster for 2 and a half hours. I hope you enjoy it**
0405 HOURS, MARCH 15, 2530 (MILITARY CALENDAR) \
SOL SYSTEM, PLANET EARTH \ SOUTH EASTERN
CANADA NEAR LAKE ONTARIO, NORTH AMERICA
The stars shimmered white as they wavered through the entrails of the D77-TC Pelican’s thermonuclear engines. The sky appeared an unsaturated sapphire blue in the south as the sun’s light pierced through the thick northern atmosphere.
Static hissed through Corporal Roberts helmet.
“Listen up marines!” barked First Sergeant Williams. “We’ve received intel from HIGHCOM that those URF bastards have intercepted a convoy carrying multiple FENRIS Nuclear Warheads. We’ve located their field outpost where we suspect the nukes are being stashed for the time being. The outpost is heavily guarded, so expect strong resistance. Our orders are to retrieve the warheads and any other UNSC property at all costs. ETA 10 minutes.”
TACCOM went silent. Roberts shifted in his seat uneasily. The cold morning air made the hair on his neck stick up as his body convulsed. He sighed through his nostrils as his heart rate began to increase. While attempting to concentrate on the coming mission, he tightened his grip on the MA5B Assault Rifle he was holding.
Missions never go the way they’re supposed to he thought.
“If anything can go wrong it, will.” Is what his father, Staff Sergeant Brian Roberts always said. He was killed by United Rebel Forces while on deployment in Eastern Europe twelve years ago. His Warthog’s reinforced titanium gas tank was cracked which caused it to explode mid-mission.
Roberts found comfort in the successfulness of his campaign on Earth. His missions were generally light, or consisted of simple recon. However, this was his first high priority engagement.
“Heads up boys,” said the female pelican pilot. “Landing zone is hot. ETA 5 minutes...”
“Wait. SHIT! Incoming SPNKr missiles. Initiating evasive maneuvers, HOLD ON—”
The Pelican banked hard right. Roberts was thrown against the seats on the opposite side of the pelican. Disoriented he tried to regain his bearings. He tasted blood in his mouth. Peering out the cargo bay, for a split second, he saw the salvo of SPNKr missiles. He gripped his assault rifle tight anticipating the impact of more than a dozen high-explosive rockets.
There was no impact, but still Roberts braced himself on the cold metal seats of the Pelican. He could hear the moaning of his other squad members.
First Sergeant Williams frantically ordered, “BRAVO 2, BRING US DOWN RIGHT NOW! EMERGENCY LANDING. I REPEAT EMERGEN—“
A sharp hiss intensified as Williams voice drowned in the noise. There was a violent impact as he was thrown to the bow of the Pelican. The starboard engine exploded, as the dropship banked right in a turbulent decent.
TACCOM hissed on, “BRAVO 2 HAS BEEN HIT. UNABLE TO MAINTAIN ALTITUDE. INITIATING EMGERGENCY LANDING PROTOCOL.”
Roberts now lay on the floor of the cargo bay holding on to the metal bench leg, as his body ached with pain. He looked out the cargo bay he saw the other eleven Pelicans scrambling for a safe LZ. Bravo 2 continued it’s violent rightward spiral toward Earth. Roberts could only hope the pilot could slow them down enough to make a survivable landing.
The trees became larger and larger, yet the Pelican showed no signs of slowing down. At that very moment the female pilot of Bravo 2 yelled. “BRACE FOR IMPACT!”
No sooner than she said this, did the remaining engines fire on a perpendicular vector with the ground. The single starboard engine hissed at full capacity as the port engines fired at half capacity to balance the Pelican, however there was too little power.
The Pelican became level with the treetops as the hull began snapping interfering trees like twigs. The sound intensified only for a half second more until the Pelican impacted the ground. The massive aluminum hull buckled as the ship slid sideways. The port wing scrapped against the cold March ground until it too buckled, twisted, than snapped. The engines exploded, melting away most of the 30cm titanium armor.
Roberts now lay stiff on the ground some ten meters from the Pelican. The taste of blood in his mouth became more apparent as he lifted his head out of the light coating of snow, only to see a small pool of blood. He slowly began moving every part of his body, making sure that he could move. Fortunately he was relatively unharmed. He slowly began to collect himself, when he noticed he was still holding on to his MA5B Assault Rifle.
His training quickly set in. He assessed the situation around him. Ten meters away from his lay the wrecked Pelican. He pulled out his retractable HUD; six of the eight members of Bravo-2 showed vital signs. Ten meters in his other direction lay a M831 Troop Transport Warthog on its side, with equipment capsules scattered about.
Roberts prompted SQUADCOM, “Williams, Sir. Sir are you there? What are your orders?”
First Sergeant Williams moaned inside the Pelican, as he lifted his body off the steel floor. He rose to a knee hunched over with one arm bracing the seat.
“Bravo-2…” He coughed violent, “salvage all available resources and bring the wounded to the Warthog. We’re moving out ASAP before we meet any Charlie.”
“Command this is Bravo-2, over.” Williams said triggering TACCOM. “We’ve made an emergency landing. We’re fifteen minutes out from the LZ on ground. What are your orders?”
“Bravo-2, this is Command, over—“
“New NAV points have been uploaded to every squad’s HUD. Regroup and move forward to the outpost. No one made it to the LZ—“
Comments
ɤVectors
Fan Fiction Writer
Looks good.. For a starter.. an appeitizer... not really that but yeah
wheres the main course?
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ѻFuzzyLovePanda
Tried A Real Guitar After Guitar Hero
ɤVectors
Fan Fiction Writer
After crash landing on the winter ground, Roberts escapes with one minor burn to the face. He walks slowly to the front of the Dropship, only to jab through the blood stained glass with a Titanium A Fragment to activate a beacon for the dropship. He can see the pilots... There down. After pressing the button, he hears some radio chatter:
-"Bravo two is down. URF Units heading North- Northwest Bearing 355. Hotel Six, head down to pick up survivors"
-"This is Six, Roger that. Picking up survivors in five." Said a female voice
After waiting five minutes, Roberts launched a bright blue flare to mark his position.
-"Roger, Bravo two in site." Said the female voice again
--------Something like that and then--------
Hotel six kicks up the snow and lands parallel with the downed dropship. A Medic comes out with a EMS-MK (Emergency Medical Situation- Mobile Kit)
-"You alright?--Roberts?" Said the Medic with a brief pause to see his ID
-"Yeah, I can still fight. Get me to the objective with the others"
-"You sure soldier?" Said the medic?
-"...Confident" Said Roberts
---And thats all I can sum up without ruining the first part of the story for you.
Take the segment I wrote if you want.. its all good. Or make something similar
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ѻFuzzyLovePanda
Tried A Real Guitar After Guitar Hero
In terms of the number of UNSC personnel after the URF, I used the all knowing wikipedia to determine a squad is composed of 2 fireteams of 4-5 men, for my own sake I picked 4, so there's 8 men per squad. Therefore when Roberts looks out the back of the Pelican and sees the 11 other pelicans, one can assume there's 88 UNSC marines on this mission. 102 if you count pilots (two per pelican).
I would think 88 is a formidable force, however if it's not convincing it could easily double it and make this the first strike team.
ѻFuzzyLovePanda
Tried A Real Guitar After Guitar Hero
ɤVectors
Fan Fiction Writer
are there gonna be small firefights to the ultimate objective or just a straight shot to the URF (facility)?
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ѻFuzzyLovePanda
Tried A Real Guitar After Guitar Hero
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Fan Fiction Writer
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ѻFuzzyLovePanda
Tried A Real Guitar After Guitar Hero
Whats to come... Well I think the mission will go wrong. Someone will die. Williams who now seems like a little baby afraid of battle will grow out of that. And thats all I have for now. I'm just letting my creative juices flow in a prologue as I try to figure out a real storyline.
ɤVectors
Fan Fiction Writer
Since no one made it to the LZ, and must go there, who will be there? What will be there?
-Weapons Pods?
-Field Armory?
-UNSC Powertops (y'know those wide or big Computer Systems you see in Halo 3
Maybe there should be an underground rapid transit vehicle that goes straight back to a bigger post that has a medical bay. (Maybe) Thats where the injured will go.
And there will be a Bay that has two warthogs in it. Since the first one they rode on in was badly damaged upon impact... right?
Just ideas...
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