Richard's Animorphs Forum
General Category => General Fan Fiction & Art => Topic started by: Toominator Z on November 13, 2008, 05:14:11 PM
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I'll admit right now, I totally stole the general idea for this from Slushie, so he will be in my story as well. :D
Chapter Schwuam
Master Chef barged in suddenly and blurted out with a winded breath, throwing his sniper rifle over his back, “Incoming Covenant Forces!”
Estelore was just a step behind him. “The main system’s motion trackers are picking up more activity than they can handle. Ambush is an understatement.”
“What?! How’d they……it doesn’t matter. Looks like we’ll be transporting Cortana sooner than expected.” I replied swiftly. “Esplin, load up the package and get Bravo Team to rally point Zulu. We can’t risk leading the Covenant back to base. Alpha Squad will hang back with me. We’ll hold them off as long as we can.” I instinctively pulled out my Battle Rifle. The tried and true standard 3-burst weapon of choice for the UNSC.
“What exactly are we dealing with?” Claire asked, apparently interested now knowing she’d be staying behind.
“Sensors are showing red at least 500 feet in diameter. You’re looking at a upwards of two thousand troops.” Estelore replied calmly, as if fighting massive armies was all in a day’s work.
Tyler’s eyes went wide before Master Chef enlightened the situation even more. “I also saw at least two Scarabs.”
“This is INSANE!” Tyler seemed like he was ready to burst.
“You think EVERY mission is insane,” Shanker retorted.
“Alright, calm down guys. Bravo Team, we’ve got orders. Let’s go.” Esplin interviened.
Phoenix threw in his last two cents before leaving with his squad, “Just take it easy guys. It’s in a tight, but as long as you’re careful you’ll come out on top.”
“That’s what she said,” Tyler yelled back as they left.
“ETA 2 minutes and twen…..” Estelore began to cut off our laughter, but she was cut short herself by a loud explosion.
“I hope you were wrong about how many of them are out there too.” Anna added enthusiastically.
“Truth, what’ve we got to work with?” I asked.
“The Hornet still needs repairs, so we won’t be hitting the skies. The Flak Cannon Warthog is operable though.”
“That’s not good enough, we won’t stand a chance with Banshees raining down on us. Tyler, Estelore, get Truth some wings so we can board the Scarabs.” I barked out, heading for the Warthog.
“How the hell are we supposed to do that?” Tyler questioned with a bit of annoyance, but mostly genuine curiosity.
“Get creative.” I said simply, and turned back toward the hog.
“Shotgun!” Claire called out. Anna muttered something I won’t repeat and made her way to the gunner’s turret.
I tried testing Anna’s patience a little, “Look on the bright side, at least you’ll beat Claire’s kill count this time.”
Claire held back a laugh, but still slipped a giggle as Anna glared at me. “That was pure hacks last time! You’d swear those dumb Brutes WANTED to drive into her plasma grenades.”
The second we pulled out from under the gate of the base about 4 explosions went off all around us. I tried dodging the Ghosts and Prowlers fire, wishing we had Truth behind the wheel instead. He was our best driver and pilot, but we needed him in the air A.S.A.P. Anna quickly turned to the nearest Prowler to unleash the turret on their gunner only to see a bright blue ball stick to his face.
Enraged she turned to Claire, “Are you serious?!” Claire just continued firing her Assault Rifle and throwing more grenades.
Estelore, Tyler, and Truth reached the rooftop only to be greated by a truck sized blob of plasma hailing down on them. A cannon shot from a Wraith.
“Uhm, Este…..” Truth began.
Without a word Estelore dropped the bubble shield just in time to save the three of them. Before they had any time to celebrate two Banshees banked around and were headed straight down on to them from opposing sides.
“I’ll take out the one on the south side, we only need one.” Estelore remarked.
Tyler instantly pulled out his Spartan Laser, “How far can you jump Truth?”
He couldn’t see it, but he know Truth and Estelore were both smiling wide. “On my mark.” Estelore continued.
Tyler’s laser was already charging.
“One.”
The Banshees each kept their sights on the trio waiting for the Bubble Shield to drain as they continued at rapid pace to slam through it. Bubble Shields only deflect bullets.
“Two.”
The polish on the purple death machines was now visible. Pretty, but not the kind of pretty you can appreciate under this circumstance.
“Mark!”
Estelore threw her Flare, blinding both pilots just before Tyler peeked out from the Bubble Shield and let off the perfect shot. It nailed the north side Banshee’s right wing, killing the pilot and leaving the Banshee hurdling towards the ground off the opposite end of the roof. With speed only a Spartan could manage Truth makes the leap of faith off the edge just barely catching the remnants of the Banshee’s destroyed wing and climbs in pulling up less than a meter before crashing into oblivion.
“How’s that for creative?” Tyler boasted.
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I LOVE IT. Keep it up man
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Hahaha, ROCKIN'!!
Also, I love it that you made me such a bad-a**. ;)
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Thread title is misleading, was expecting 300.
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Thread title is misleading, was expecting 300.
Haha, me too. THIS IS RAAAAAAAF!
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Haha yea, I was expecting that... but thank the ellimist its not that! :P
This is Halo, isn't it? gah. oh wells, it was still awesome :)
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"In a tight phalanx, Richard led his men to the Hot Gates, where Xenomo*cough*Xerxes was waiting. Richard's men were outnumbered a thousand to one, but they were fearless, and they knew their duty. 'Surrender now, Richard!' said their mighty foe. 'For yada yada yada our flaming spam will blot out the sun!'
Richard stood his ground and shouted back, 'Then we shall post in the shade!!' "
XD ;D ;D
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Lol, well I thought I'd throw in some pictures for those of you unfamiliar with Halo. That way you actually know what I'm talking about. :D
Hornet
(http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b307/EquanimicAtaxia/Hornet_Halo_3.jpg)
Warthog
(http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b307/EquanimicAtaxia/warthog_psd_jpgcopy2.jpg)
Ghost
(http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b307/EquanimicAtaxia/250px-Ghost_Full.jpg)
Prowler
(http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b307/EquanimicAtaxia/ohshismall1190544072.jpg)
Wraith
(http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b307/EquanimicAtaxia/120288-16-1.jpg)
Banshee
(http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b307/EquanimicAtaxia/halo3valhalla3rdperson0zw6.png)
Bubble Shield
(http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b307/EquanimicAtaxia/halo-3-20070424034258028.jpg)
Spartan Laser
(http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b307/EquanimicAtaxia/spartan-laser.jpg)
I'll post pictures with each post of any newly introduced items/vehicles/weapons.
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Yays! Love it!
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“Are we ther……” Duff began for the umpteenth time, but Shanker snapped his head up.
“Go ahead. Finish saying it. I dare you.” Shanker threatened.
Duff sighed. “I just want a beer.”
“Amen.” Esplin and Slushie answered in unison.
“Uh, guys,” Master Chef broke in with a disappointing tone, lowering his Beam Rifle.
“I don’t care what it is, you better make it sound like good news,” Esplin replied.
“Okay. It looks like we’ll be taking the scenic route.”
Shanker stared at him, “Meaning?”
“Thebasewe’resupposedtodeliverthepackagetowasraidedandnowthere’sanarmywaitingforus.” Master Chef snapped quickly.
“More driving?!” Duff
“Oh screw that!” Esplin yelled, flooring the pedal towards the base.
“Woah, woah, woah, I’m all for the beer too Esplin, but I don’t think this is our best option right now.” Slushie burst in.
“I must agree with Slushie. Perhaps we should re-evaluate our situation.” Phoenix started.
“Fine. Lets have a vote. Who wants to drive for another 4 hours and who wants to kick some Covenant ass? All for, raise your hand.” Esplin replied.
Duff, Esplin, and Shanker each raised their hand.
“See, it’s a dr……..” Slushie began, but was cut off by Master Chef.
“I’m in too.”
“What?! What happened to wanting to take the scenic route?” Slushie questioned.
“Well, my name IS Master Chef…….”
“Point taken.” Slushie acknowledged.
“Alright, first thing I need you to do Chef, is take out any snipers on th…” Esplin ordered, but was cut short by the hiss of an overheated Beam Rifle.
“I see no snipers sir. Only dead scattered Jackal bodies littering the rooftops and watch towers.” He said, trying to contain his laughter. “But what do we do about the 2 Wraiths and countless Grunts lead by fully armed Chieftain Brutes?”
“When I figure that out, I’ll let you know.” Esplin muttered grimly.
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Beam Rifle
(http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b307/EquanimicAtaxia/129340-2-1.jpg)
Grunt
(http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b307/EquanimicAtaxia/300px-Halo_3_Grunt.jpg)
Brute Chieftain
(http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b307/EquanimicAtaxia/4171Wz-pnuL.jpg)
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nice work keep it up :)
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Hahahaha, this is kick ass 8)
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Bubble Shield
(http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b307/EquanimicAtaxia/halo-3-20070424034258028.jpg)
i'm assuming you've played the game to write this, but are you still waiting for the above part of the game to happen?
this is freakin' amazing, btw.
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Aweasome. Keep it up.
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I find this amusing/interesting. Keep it up :)
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I like me.
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Haha, are you Caboose?
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No, I mean I like my characte in the book.
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Haha, are you Caboose?
ROFLROFLROFL.
OMG
RVB reference equals hysterical laughter.
I'll post more soon guys, sorry I've been out for so long.
Caboose: Look Sarge, a sleeping person.
Sarge: He's not sleeping, he's dead.
Caboose: Oh. I thought that was me for a minute because I am blue and I like to sleep, but if that person is dead than that can not be me. That'd just be silly.
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ROFLROFLROFL.
Caboose: Look Sarge, a sleeping person.
Sarge: He's not sleeping, he's dead.
Caboose: Oh. I thought that was me for a minute because I am blue and I like to sleep, but if that person is dead than that can not be me. That'd just be silly.
Excuse me sir, this parrot is dead.
No it's not, it's just resting.
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Sarge: Grif, for once. You're right. And I can't even call you stupid for being a jackass."
Grif: Thank you sir.
Sarge: Shut up, stupid Jackass.