Halo: More than FictionThere are Halo fans, and then there are Halo fans. There are gamers who preorder the game as soon as such an opportunity is available, spend months patiently awaiting its release, attend the midnight distribution to acquire their copy, and rush home to spend hours blitzing through campaign missions. That's devotion, right? Not even close.
The Halo franchise has made a hefty impact on culture worldwide, most significantly Western culture, and millions across the globe have experienced the wonder of turning on the Xbox and hearing that timeless, haunting Gregorian melody which precludes the coming joyride. It's only natural that within the fan base there would be people who take the concept of being a "fan" to another level entirely. While many are "Normal mode" fans, these individuals would be best classified as "Legendary," or dare I say "Mythic mode" fans-- those who go above and beyond the call of duty (no pun intended) to express their love for Halo
Remembering NobleIt wasn't an impending air raid, but it sure sounded like one. The girl moaned and rolled over in her bed, her eyes fluttering open unwillingly. She tried to reach for her alarm clock, but got tangled in her sheets and, in the ensuing struggle to get free, fell out of bed, taking her covers with her. She landed in a heap on the floor and made an "oof" sound, then extricated herself awkwardly and staggered to her feet, finally able to turn the hated device off.Remembering Noble5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was 6:00 in the morning, still a bit dark outside. The girl drew in a hasty breath as the chilly morning air nipped at her bare toes. She immediately attacked her chest of drawers, pulling out a black and yellow jogging suit and a black tank top, which she put on hastily. She glanced in the mirror and went over to her cabinet, where she took out a jar of hair gel and slicked back her short, wavy auburn hair. This done, she went back to the bureau and put on some socks, then running shoes. Then she exited her room, l
Operation CHRISTMAS part 1Chapter One: Oh, Christmas Tree...Operation CHRISTMAS part 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"But I don't see why we have to get a real tree," Jun said for the fifth time, dragging his feet in the snow. A normal human would have been bogged down by the eighteen inches of packed white flakes, but the Spartan-III moved easily, albeit reluctantly. "I mean, the folks back at Delta Base use their heads and go buy one from Uni-Mart. Where it's warm." He pulled the thick fur lining his white and gray park closer to his face to block the frigid wind. "And why are we walking when we could have just stolen a snowmobile?"
"Whiny sniper is whiny," Kat sighed. She had on a parka similar to Jun's, but hers had much more fur tacked on, and she wore a white balaclava over her face, with blue sunglasses to shield her eyes. Her boots were horrifyingly un-military, with little poofy furballs hanging on strings from the tops, just below her knees (they'll be much warmer than combat boots, she'd insisted to Carter when she picked them out at the mall in New Alexa
Operation CHRISTMAS pt. 10Chapter 10: Spartans vs. IceOperation CHRISTMAS pt. 105 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey," Jun groused, reeling from the massive wad of snow that had just graced the entire front of his suit. "Watch it, man."
Jorge looked at the sniper, shook his head, then turned to look at what he'd uncovered. The trio had made excellent progress in a few short minutes, hacking and shoveling a crater in the snow. Now he was looking at a flat vertical surface that had a prominent metal handle sticking out as well as several security devices. It was a door.
"All right, let's get this thing opened up andGAH!" Jun clamped his hand around the door handle and it sparked with electricity, shocking him even with the armor on. The sniper stepped back, muttering swear words, then something crackled and the orange lights on the security meters turned bright green.
"You'll have to excuse the automated emergency system. It has a few quirks," Halsey's voice said dryly
Halo Reach: Death of Noble SixHalo ReachHalo Reach: Death of Noble Six4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Death of Noble Six
I watched among the pink sunset.
The sun dipping below the rosen skys, giving the clouds that filled that rosen sky their color.
I imagined Her birds, flying into that bask of light.
Hell, if I wasn't on duty, or in the UNSC's military power... I definately enjoy Her bask of glory.
But not just me who's gonna be with me... I want all of Noble Team to see this magnificent beauty.
Also, minus this hellish war. The Covenant, the destruction, and everything that that religious group of aliens they brought upon.
But there's nothing that could be done. I wish that I just could reverse time before the Covanent attacked Reach, but I cannot change physics of space, and time.
Everything has been done.
The attacks of both Inner and Outer Colonies, the deaths of millions that the Covenant has committed, and...
The deaths of my Spartan brothers and sisters.
Especially the deaths of Noble Team.
My heart still aches because of this...
We gave our best shot, but it was ju
Don't Cut YourselfIt wasn't Emile's style to feel regret. He rarely entertained the emotion because he never really had reason to; regret came from attachment, and attachment was something he just didn't do. He knew his role, his objective, and the shotgun in his hands. That was all he cared about, or so he liked to tell himself.Don't Cut Yourself4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He sat hunched like a brooding predator in one far corner of the fallout shelter, as nervous civvies cried and whimpered and comforted each other in the shadows. There was little light, just the hazy flicker of a few self-sustaining panels, but Emile could see just fine through the twin holes that made up the eyes of the skull on his mask. Everything was green and white and yellow thanks to night vision. They all looked like ghosts this way. The normally aggressive Spartan unsheathed his kukri and pondered the way it fit into his palm, remembering how Kat had swiped it to outline their plan in the cave all those days ago.
"Don't cut yourself," he'd said, in a tone that w
Operation CHRISTMAS pt. 8Chapter Eight: Angst and an SOSOperation CHRISTMAS pt. 85 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Dude, we should so totally annoy Dare into letting us do this next year," Romeo whispered loudly, elbowing Mickey, who had his eyes shut and was breathing deeply. It would have looked like an ordinary calming exercise to any passerby, but Mickey's squadmates knew exactly what he was doing: inhaling the smell of food that hadn't been freeze-dried at some point in time.
"I heard that, Lance Corporal. And it's Captain Dare," the woman in question sneered, pushing past the grinning ODST. She was taking everything in with a look that was part disbelief, part amusement.
"I thought Spartans and ODSTs have a relationship that's, well er, touchy, if I may say so," Six said quietly, standing by Kat, who was watching as Dare's squad made themselves at home.
"That's true, but there is an old saying that says 'the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.' I think that applies to ODSTs as well," Kat replied, and Six smiled slightly.
The Rookie stood
Operation CHRISTMAS pt. 13Chapter 13: And To All A Good NightOperation CHRISTMAS pt. 135 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dr. Halsey took a deep breath and looked into her daughter's face, the face that so resembled her own yet had obvious traces of Jacob's in it. "I'm sorry," she said calmly, holding back her emotions; years of carefully maintaining a professional mask made it easy, but it was hard at the same time. "Sorry for not being a better mother; sorry for never being there when you needed me; sorry for well, a lot of things." She crossed her arms, mirroring Miranda's posture, and sighed. Suddenly she felt old.
"You make it sound so easy, being sorry," Miranda remarked, neither condemning nor accepting the apology. "What does 'sorry' mean when you say it, anyway?"
Halsey was quiet for a moment, then looked away. "It means I'm ashamed of myself, really," she said softly. "What is all I've done worth when I can't even face my own daughter without feeling like a failure?"
Miranda blinked rapidly. She uncrossed her arms, shifted her weight, then took a s
Operation CHRISTMAS pt. 9Chapter 9: Winter WonderlandOperation CHRISTMAS pt. 95 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Aha, now this is more like it," Jun said gleefully, prancing through the deep snow like he was on top of the world. He lifted his arms, admiring the white and gray body armor that he and the other two members of the search-and-rescue party now wore. "Not as comfy as MJOLNIR, but hey, at least it has heating. And triple the insulation we'd get in those stupid parkas."
Six couldn't help agreeing with the sniper's statement. The weather had taken a nasty turn for the worse in the last fifteen minutes, and the snow was blowing so thick it obscured her natural vision. But the HUDs of their helmets, which aesthetically resembled a cross between ODST and CQC variants, picked up infrared and also possessed motion trackers. This armor was virtually useless in battle, but today it would serve the Spartans well. It lacked the liquid-crystal layer that augmented their movements, though, so it was a bit heavy. Nothing they couldn't deal with.
Jorge turned his head to t
Operation CHRISTMAS pt. 4Chapter 4: Converting the CommanderOperation CHRISTMAS pt. 45 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We're ba-a-ack!" Emile sang, after kicking in the door. He marched in, with Jun following, still wiping his red eyes and muttering about a newly developed fear of shopping malls. Jorge, of course, was stuck carrying all the trappings, which consisted of many boxes, bags and random packages.
"What the "
The place was clean. Sparkling. Scary clean. It even smelled like Pine Sol, which was odd, because Pine Sol had ceased production in the 23rd century. At any rate, it was slightly eerie, also because no one was bumming around like usual. The place had been wiped clean and squared away
and decked with holly?
"Ooh! It's like that old song! Deck the halls with boughs ofOW!" Jun screeched as Emile twisted his ear. "Don't interrupt my festive song! And let go of my ear!"
"Ah, you're back," Kat said, stepping out to greet them. Emile's jaw nearly detached itself from his face and fell to the ground. She was wearing a red velvet turtl
Operation CHRISTMAS pt. 12Chapter 12: Dinner is ServedOperation CHRISTMAS pt. 125 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Can't you at least consider trying"
Jacob sighed and wondered which side of the family Miranda had gotten her stubbornness from, his or Halsey's. Though in this instance, he was pretty sure it was Catherine coming out in their daughter. She had her hands on her hips and was scowling darkly, daring her father to come up with one more suggestion on bonding with her estranged mother.
"You haven't spoken a single word to her in years, Miranda," Jacob said, trying to remedy the situation. "I know you resent her for a lot of things, but you have to understandshe's been involved in work that's turned the tide of the war. She gave up motherhood to save you. To save a lot of people."
"Quit telling me what I've already heard a hundred times," Miranda snapped. Then her expression softened and she sighed. "Dad, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be angry at you."
"It's all right. You've had a lot on your mind lately. We both have
Operation CHRISTMAS pt. 11Chapter 11: Heating UpOperation CHRISTMAS pt. 115 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Those were Doctor Halsey's first words as she entered Noble Base, hastily removing her scarf and goggles so she could gawk at the decorations and the company. Upon her entry, Jacob Keyes had immediately ceased his conversation with Miranda and stood up, while Miranda remained seated and eyed Halsey with an icy, almost hostile demeanor.
Halsey looked around, taking in the sights and sounds, and her keen blue eyes flitted from the tree to the ODSTs to Kat's bright red velvet shirt. It took her a moment to accept that this was indeed reality, and she took a few more steps inside, snow sliding off her coat. Jacob Keyes walked straight toward her and held out both hands. "May I?" he asked, and she turned so he could pull off her snow-caked coat. He slung it over a nearby chair and then half-smiled, still handsome despite his years. "It's been too long, Catherine," he said, his voice, so used to giving orders, oddly gentle.
"Okay people, Spartans coming
Operation CHRISTMAS pt. 6Chapter 6: Emile's Epic FailOperation CHRISTMAS pt. 65 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Carter looked up at the huge tree, resisting the urge to gape, while Kat chuckled and squeezed his hand. "See, we are capable of decorating without using alien blood and guts," she teased. "You can thank Jorge for the tree and Jun for the decorations. And Gunnery Sergeant Stacker's men for hanging all the ornaments."
"Always a pleasure to help out, ma'am," Stacker said coolly, from where he and his squad were resting. One of them was hopelessly tangled in string threaded with popcorn while two others were picking off the popcorn and eating it, seemingly oblivious to their comrade's discomfort.
"Man, you guys went all-out it brings back memories," Carter said, and Kat squeezed his hand again, reminding him of what she'd said earlier. "But what say you we spend tonight making some good ones, right?"
"I couldn't agree more," Kat said with a sly smile.
Jun trudged in, sniffling. He looked like he was having an allergy attack or something. "Ah, Co
Operation CHRISTMAS pt. 5Chapter Five: Got Your BackOperation CHRISTMAS pt. 55 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Emile slunk into the kitchen, where a worked-up Rosenda-344 was desperately trying to clean up the mess that GYSGT Stacker and his crew of dimwits had left. He was wearing his all-black dress uniform, complete with all the medals he'd won fighting the Covenant and Insurrectionists. Rosenda turned to look at him and her eyebrows rose slightly. "Wow. Who knew, you actually look sane," she said, smirking. Her shoulder-length brown hair was sweaty and trailed into her face as she cleaned up stains and put things back where they belonged.
"Got somethin' for ya," Emile announced, one hand behind his back.
Rosenda's head snapped up and she cocked an eyebrow. "Uh-huh, really. Look, you and I both know we can't stand each other 'cause I'm your replacement."
"So? No reason to be all huffy about it," Emile said. "Besides, it is Christmas "
He brought his hand out from behind his back, and to Rosenda's utter shock it was
A can of cranberry
Spartans Never Die.I give you part one of the story about Luna team. Five Spartans deep in the battle for Reach. I hope you like it. It's called Spartans Never Die. There will be action later I assure you but for this section I just wanted to you get a feel for the characters and the situation. I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know.Spartans Never Die.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
SPARTANS NEVER DIE.
Remember when there was a tomorrow? Remember Reach.
"Tell me this isn't happening!"
"This is echo two three, can you confirm those readings, bravo four?"
"Rodger that echo two three, this isn't some glitch!"
"Echo two three to delta five are you getting this too?"
"Delta five? Echo two three to bravo four it appears we have lost delta five."
"....ack.... dering a full retreat we are be.... run....! We covenant in the city! I re...t coven.... in he city!........."
"....suicide units!.... AHHH!"
"Bravo four do you read me"
" Damnit!.... Is this really happening? Is the Covenant on Reach?.... God
Operation CHRISTMAS pt. 7Chapter 7: Party CrashersOperation CHRISTMAS pt. 75 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Noble Team my, it's good to see you in person instead of on a screen," Colonel Urban Holland mused, his hands clasped behind his back as all seven Noble personnel stood at attention. He eyed Kat and Six's non-military attire with surprise, but did not say anything about it. "I must say this is a rare and unusual treat, but after so many months in the field, a good meal at Christmastime sounds like something I can't afford to pass up."
"Sir. We're honored to have you with us, as always," Carter replied.
Holland indicated his three guests and they stepped forward. "I'd like you all to meet Commander Jacob Keyes and his daughter, Lieutenant Commander Miranda Keyes." The elder Keyes had salt-and-pepper hair trimmed very short and a thoughtful, almost sad look to his angular face. His daughter had regulation-length dark brown hair and keen green eyes that swept over the Spartans with interest.
Kat and Carter relaxed somewhat, since these individuals matched
Remember ReachA wise man once said that the natural state of man is war. Peace, he added, is just a time for preparation.Remember Reach5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't think anything could have "prepared" us for what happened, though maybe Armageddon. Yeah. Armageddon might have whipped us into shape.
Harvest fell. In a storm of fire and alien hatred, it fell, and millions of lives fell with it.
Nobody saw it coming. I mean, there are spooks and spies and masterminds high up in the hush-hush intelligence bracket, but I doubt even the smartest sleuth out of all of 'em could have seen the way it played out. It just happened. It happened, and all we could do was sit there, paralyzed, during the whole ordeal.
Correction: not all of us sat there and gaped like fishes. A few good men and women went to do something about it. They were the bravest of the brave the cream of the crop, as my grandmother would put it. They went into the valley of the shadow without a second thought, doing their duty to protect and preserve their f
recovery (Halo AU)Doctor Halsey pushed her glasses up exactly one millimeter - they weren’t comfortable unless they were just right, and given the unpleasant situation, small comforts were essential. The information displayed on the lenses troubled her as much as it excited her, though she strove to keep the excitement contained. It wouldn’t do to let the others know she felt anything but dispassionate about this… issue.recovery (Halo AU)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Across from her sat a suit of armor. It was taller than her by more than two feet, a hulking mass that resembled a bipedal tank. It didn’t have a face, just a reflective gold visor so polished she could see herself in it. I wonder how many have seen their faces just before they die in that visor, she wondered, and pushed the thought aside. She steepled her fingers and leaned forward slightly. “The reports say you became… distracted. Intriguing. Would you care to enlighten me?”
The armor moved. Flinched. Anyone but Halsey wouldn’t
Re: Remembering NobleI.Re: Remembering Noble5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It wasn't an impending air raid, but it sure sounded like one. The girl moaned and rolled over in her bed, eyes fluttering open unwillingly. She tried to reach for her alarm clock, but got tangled in her sheets and, in the ensuing struggle to get free, fell out of bed, taking the covers with her. She landed in a heap on the floor and made an "oof" sound, then extricated herself awkwardly and staggered to her feet, finally able to turn the hated device off.
It was 6:00 in the morning, still dark outside. The chilly morning air bit at the girl's bare toes, and she picked up her covers and crawled back into bed, muttering under her breath. She burrowed down into the pile of bedclothes and shut her eyes, eager to drift back into blissful dreams...
Then a dash of ice-cold water hit her across the face and she screamed, bolting upright in a panic, only to hear male laughter erupt a few feet away.
"Kristof!" the girl shouted, wiping her face, then cringing as the light came on and temporar
One-Way Trip, Chapter OneOne-Way Trip, Chapter One4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The first thought that entered his head was that he didn't remember going to sleep.
Sensory input increased as he came to, his enhanced senses taking in the different aspects of his surroundings. The air was vaguely cold and the smell resembled an odd combination of soured meat and metal. There were strange noises coming from all around, subtle sounds that only served to amplify his disorientation. When he opened his eyes, they strained to focus on what was directly in front of him, and that was the splay-jawed head of a Covenant Elite.
That snapped him out of it. He jerked into motion, the arm that had been partially under him pushing up and sending him back, the other automatically assuming the best possible position to slug the alien right in the middle of its four mandibles. But then he realized it was dead, laying on the ground as he had been. It had friends, too-- possibly a hundred or so corpses littering the hangar of the Covenant vessel, surrounded by puddle
Just a Preview of my Story.Just a Preview of my Story.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The light reflected off his visor through the dimly lit forest brush. Vegetation was thick and holes in the canopy were sparse, but at the end of it all he could see a light. It looked like a holy glow from beyond filtering through the dark browns of the towering trees and green mossy grounds with plant-life almost as tall as he. It's no wonder this part of space had been rebel-controlled, he thought, they could hide anywhere on this planet. A burst of static came through his radio, catching him in his tracks for a moment, he paused and listened to the frequency vying to come through his radio in his helmet comm.
"Damn," he whispered. It was no use. Signal out here was impossible. That's why they'd sent him. They knew he could do the job, and alone. Still, it was unknown danger, he wished he had been a little better fitted for this crap. He crouched for a moment listening intensely before the static faded. His sage green armor glowing from the dim light; he looked like a mossy giant go
Jingle Bells-- Halo 3 StyleRiding on a 'hogJingle Bells-- Halo 3 Style5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Plowing through the fray
O'er hills we go
Fragging all the way
Needles 'round us ping
Making our shields bright
What fun it is to shoot and sing
Our slaying song tonight!
Jingle bells, Prophet smells
Jackal laid an egg
Hunter got annoyed at him
And tore off his leg
Jingle bells, shot gun shells
Hope it never ends
Oh what fun it is to fight
And kill all of your friends!
A day or two ago
I thought I'd take a ride
And soon the Arbiter
Was seated by my side
The Warthog it was jacked
And then we both got shot
We plowed into a mass of Grunts
And then we got upsot!
Oh, jingle bells, Johnson yells
Throw all your grenades
Flood is gonna kill us all
In many gruesome ways
Jingle bells, though I fell
I'll respawn again
Oh what fun it is to fight
And kill all of your friends!