Hello again 405th. I have been quite busy on some very fun Halo fan fiction. I was playing some reach campaign on a Saturday afternoon (accursed internet in my new house is suffering from mental retardation) and i got a particularly insistent seed of inspiration. So i whipped out my computer and one week later Viola! the first five chapters of my fan fic! I can't seem to stop writing and i may even publish it into a book one day. In the mean time enjoy and feel free to point out any mistakes or flaws. It should all be completely time and character accurate. So, without further ado, my fan fic:
Chapter 1
Arrival
February 21st, 2536
Algolis, New Constantinople
Spartan III Alpha Company,
2nd platoon,
Hades squad
“Orbit achieved, permission to begin descent to surface. Over” There was a three second pause before the flight control officer aboard the marathon-class cruiser The Hammer Of Light responded. “Permission granted, have a nice ride” came a particularly strained voice over the comms. Erick-098 grunted in amusement, ‘nice ride my ass’ he thought, covenant were gonna glass this place just like they glassed Harvest, New Harmony, Arcadia, all the bloody friggin’ outer colonies. New Constantinople was just gonna be another few million innocent souls on the Purple wankers’ butcher list. The only thing that mattered now was how many of them you took down with you before you finally got shot one too many times. He came out of his depressing thoughts to relay the good news to the CO. “We got the green light from the Hammer, I’m already getting some funny looks from a squad of seraphs, so we’ll have to skip the welcome brunch sir!”
Maverick-221 clicked his acknowledgment over the comms and turned to the rather crowded pelican. 8 other Spartan-IIIs stood in the blood pan of the armored pelican dropship. “Alright ladies, hope you took a potty break before we left, ‘cause we aren’t stopping for a while! Time for the headcount; is anyone not here?”
Maverick gazed around the cabin, which was silent but for the rumbling of the pelican’s re-entry. The mirrored faceplates of 8 Spartans stared back at him. Zoe-808, Rachel-181, Daniel-323, Michael-401, Suzie-049, Robert-155, Anthony-626, Brent-106, and Erick up front. “Good. Now, there’re a few of those purple targets out there that have taking a liking to our very nice ship. We’re go-“ Maverick was cut off mid-sentence by an explosion off the starboard side. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking” Erick announced over the comms, “I have some good news and bad news, we’re experiencing some turbulence at this time, those seraphs aren’t being very nice.”
“What’s the good news?” Maverick asked,
“That was the good news. Erm… the bad news is we no longer have a right wing.”
A secondary explosion punctuated Erick’s last sentence, Then the pelican fell into an uncontrollable tailspin. Maverick turned to address his Spartans over the din: “Alright boys and girls! Pack up, stow your **** and get ready to jump! And you might as well get over it; we’re going in hot!
3 months. 3 months from retirement and a ticket off this rock when the Covies showed up. He even met the captain of the ship that was going to take him home too. The sick Irony made Lieutenant Colonel James Hertego want to laugh and cry at the same time. But he’d take his sweet revenge on all the purple freaks that were unlucky enough to cross his sights. Not only was his body starting to crap out on him, but the higher-ups thought it’d be a riot to drop a bunch of freshies that barely knew which end the bullets came out of on a gun on him. James hoped that his death would be quick and painless. He just wished he could’ve said goodbye to Raynah and the kids. Maybe one of the num-nuts would grab his dog tags and hand them off to someone competent. But there’s no room for sad thoughts when there’s bad guys to kill. And with that last thought the first wave of Covie drop pods broke the cloud cover and hurtled towards the frightened defenders with a distant, ghostly rumble. He turned around and swept his gaze across the 10,000 marines, planetary defense forces, and heavy armor entrenched across the vast Algolis space dock. Algolis, the capitol city of the planet, had been thrown into disarray by the wave of panicked refugees and battered marine platoons limping back from harvest. As soon as the governor caught wind of the Covenant’s advance, he immediately ordered a planet-wide state of emergency. Pulling all civilians and farmers back to the major cities. Local militias were formed alongside the meager PDF forces and anyone that could hold a rifle was on the front lines. Thankfully one of the frigates that limped back from the slaughter at Harvest carried two heavy armor platoons. They were sent straight over to Algolis to aid in the defense of the Algolis spaceport. Since New Constantinople was a small farm planet with no major military bases or exports, there were no orbital tethers. So the only way off the planet was the Algolis spaceport. If Algolis fell the world was doomed. But James had heard rumors floating around that a squad of Spartans had been deployed by the spooks at ONI. He hoped to hell that the rumors were true, because if they were that meant that some of the toughest badasses in the galaxy were here to save the day. ‘Maybe I’ll get off this rock after all’ he thought as he turned to his squad of five of the most inexperienced and unluckiest bunch of sorry-ass marines that ever lived; Jason Hough, a piss poor farm boy that only got to this rock by signing up for the marines to send money back to his mother. Then there was Curtis Reynolds, another farm boy that had to join the Marines for the money when he mixed up the pesticides with the weed killer and destroyed 15 acres of his own crops, then there was Jason Armstrong, a snooty rich kid that got in deep **** after doing the governor’s daughter and joined the PDF to keep from being shipped back to his father and step-mother, and finally there was Jacob Doveland, an ancient SOB that looked old enough to be one of the first colonists. He’d been in the corps longer than James had been alive; the only problem was he looked like he weighed as much as his rifle. This was his squad. ‘Just quick and painless’ he prayed as he addressed his squad. “Okay recruits! All those purple bastards up there want this worthless rock for reasons beyond my knowledge. We’re here to show them that this little slice of hell is ours and that they aint gonna take it without a fight. And if you bunch of sorry ass jack-holes learn how to shoot straight by the end of this war I promise some a nice long shore leave. Now grab your rifles, keep a kill tally, and don’t shoot your buddies!” Nervous nods and a couple of half-hearted ‘yes sir’s answered James’ words. Almost immediately after the recruits shakily loaded and racked the slides on their standard MA5-7s the first Covie drop pods slammed into the metal decks and disgorged their occupants to begin the war for New Constantinople.
Chapter 1
Arrival
February 21st, 2536
Algolis, New Constantinople
Spartan III Alpha Company,
2nd platoon,
Hades squad
“Orbit achieved, permission to begin descent to surface. Over” There was a three second pause before the flight control officer aboard the marathon-class cruiser The Hammer Of Light responded. “Permission granted, have a nice ride” came a particularly strained voice over the comms. Erick-098 grunted in amusement, ‘nice ride my ass’ he thought, covenant were gonna glass this place just like they glassed Harvest, New Harmony, Arcadia, all the bloody friggin’ outer colonies. New Constantinople was just gonna be another few million innocent souls on the Purple wankers’ butcher list. The only thing that mattered now was how many of them you took down with you before you finally got shot one too many times. He came out of his depressing thoughts to relay the good news to the CO. “We got the green light from the Hammer, I’m already getting some funny looks from a squad of seraphs, so we’ll have to skip the welcome brunch sir!”
Maverick-221 clicked his acknowledgment over the comms and turned to the rather crowded pelican. 8 other Spartan-IIIs stood in the blood pan of the armored pelican dropship. “Alright ladies, hope you took a potty break before we left, ‘cause we aren’t stopping for a while! Time for the headcount; is anyone not here?”
Maverick gazed around the cabin, which was silent but for the rumbling of the pelican’s re-entry. The mirrored faceplates of 8 Spartans stared back at him. Zoe-808, Rachel-181, Daniel-323, Michael-401, Suzie-049, Robert-155, Anthony-626, Brent-106, and Erick up front. “Good. Now, there’re a few of those purple targets out there that have taking a liking to our very nice ship. We’re go-“ Maverick was cut off mid-sentence by an explosion off the starboard side. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking” Erick announced over the comms, “I have some good news and bad news, we’re experiencing some turbulence at this time, those seraphs aren’t being very nice.”
“What’s the good news?” Maverick asked,
“That was the good news. Erm… the bad news is we no longer have a right wing.”
A secondary explosion punctuated Erick’s last sentence, Then the pelican fell into an uncontrollable tailspin. Maverick turned to address his Spartans over the din: “Alright boys and girls! Pack up, stow your **** and get ready to jump! And you might as well get over it; we’re going in hot!
3 months. 3 months from retirement and a ticket off this rock when the Covies showed up. He even met the captain of the ship that was going to take him home too. The sick Irony made Lieutenant Colonel James Hertego want to laugh and cry at the same time. But he’d take his sweet revenge on all the purple freaks that were unlucky enough to cross his sights. Not only was his body starting to crap out on him, but the higher-ups thought it’d be a riot to drop a bunch of freshies that barely knew which end the bullets came out of on a gun on him. James hoped that his death would be quick and painless. He just wished he could’ve said goodbye to Raynah and the kids. Maybe one of the num-nuts would grab his dog tags and hand them off to someone competent. But there’s no room for sad thoughts when there’s bad guys to kill. And with that last thought the first wave of Covie drop pods broke the cloud cover and hurtled towards the frightened defenders with a distant, ghostly rumble. He turned around and swept his gaze across the 10,000 marines, planetary defense forces, and heavy armor entrenched across the vast Algolis space dock. Algolis, the capitol city of the planet, had been thrown into disarray by the wave of panicked refugees and battered marine platoons limping back from harvest. As soon as the governor caught wind of the Covenant’s advance, he immediately ordered a planet-wide state of emergency. Pulling all civilians and farmers back to the major cities. Local militias were formed alongside the meager PDF forces and anyone that could hold a rifle was on the front lines. Thankfully one of the frigates that limped back from the slaughter at Harvest carried two heavy armor platoons. They were sent straight over to Algolis to aid in the defense of the Algolis spaceport. Since New Constantinople was a small farm planet with no major military bases or exports, there were no orbital tethers. So the only way off the planet was the Algolis spaceport. If Algolis fell the world was doomed. But James had heard rumors floating around that a squad of Spartans had been deployed by the spooks at ONI. He hoped to hell that the rumors were true, because if they were that meant that some of the toughest badasses in the galaxy were here to save the day. ‘Maybe I’ll get off this rock after all’ he thought as he turned to his squad of five of the most inexperienced and unluckiest bunch of sorry-ass marines that ever lived; Jason Hough, a piss poor farm boy that only got to this rock by signing up for the marines to send money back to his mother. Then there was Curtis Reynolds, another farm boy that had to join the Marines for the money when he mixed up the pesticides with the weed killer and destroyed 15 acres of his own crops, then there was Jason Armstrong, a snooty rich kid that got in deep **** after doing the governor’s daughter and joined the PDF to keep from being shipped back to his father and step-mother, and finally there was Jacob Doveland, an ancient SOB that looked old enough to be one of the first colonists. He’d been in the corps longer than James had been alive; the only problem was he looked like he weighed as much as his rifle. This was his squad. ‘Just quick and painless’ he prayed as he addressed his squad. “Okay recruits! All those purple bastards up there want this worthless rock for reasons beyond my knowledge. We’re here to show them that this little slice of hell is ours and that they aint gonna take it without a fight. And if you bunch of sorry ass jack-holes learn how to shoot straight by the end of this war I promise some a nice long shore leave. Now grab your rifles, keep a kill tally, and don’t shoot your buddies!” Nervous nods and a couple of half-hearted ‘yes sir’s answered James’ words. Almost immediately after the recruits shakily loaded and racked the slides on their standard MA5-7s the first Covie drop pods slammed into the metal decks and disgorged their occupants to begin the war for New Constantinople.