MS: Hey guys, MS here!! Yeah, don't worry, the Reason is still going on. Aside from that, here's my new story.
Zoe: Dude!! You still have several more to finish!!!
MS: I do?
Zoe: (pulls out list from pocket.)
MS: Huh. It's not that bad.
Zoe: (takes off rubber band as list literally goes off for miles)
MS: (O.o) Oh.
Zoe: (tapping foot)
MS: Uh, well, you see, uh, LOOK, A MAGIC FAIRY!!!!
Zoe: Navi?! (turns around to find nothing, then turns around to see that MS has ran off)
Zoe: Ugh, that MS.....he makes me so mad!!!!(growls then sighs) Anyway, MS doesn't own Halo Wars, whic he loves to death. -_-;, or Naruto.
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(Liutenant Chris' POV)
Well, we did it, we have finally taken back Contact Harvest.
It was difficult, but we succeeded in liberating it.
But was it worth it?
I fought on that planet, and I have seen many soldiers die.
I know this is common amongst war, but during times when i'm not fighting, I think of the fallen,
about their families, their friends, their loved ones,
those whom will never see the ones that went into this war......
no....this hell...
Sure, I act like it doesn't affect me,
but in truth, the pain's worse than a bullet through the heart.
Is there any way to end this war? Without the ahnialation of the other?
Is there any hope of peace?
I know the Covenant started this whole mess. But we were at fault too, considering the mishap at the negotiations.
Poor Osmose. Rest in peace old friend.
People often consider it an honor to be a Spartan.
I'm one now, and I'd rather be a normal human than this.
Sure, we're like super heroes, what with the strength, speed and all,
but we forget several things at the same time during training.
Friends, fun, optimism, happiness, social interaction,
love.
All of these things are forgotten, but we consider each other as family.
However, since my entire group was killed in a mission, I couldn't bear being a Spartan anymore, and was demoted to ODST.
But even then, Spartan's power still runs through my veins.
I thought that by not being a Spartan anymore, I would see so much less bloodshed.
But I was wrong.
Once again, I ask, is there a way to end this war without the extinction of one side?
Is there any hope?
Heh, I probably shouldn't be thinking these things.
What I should be thinking now is how to survive,
once I land,
feet first into Hell.....................
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Halo Wars
Soldier's Requiem
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Toposphere of Contact Harvest
June 6, 2531
Chris felt the inside of his pod rumble as he was falling towards the icy mountains of Contact Harvest. In a few minutes, he felt a final rumble, indicating that he has landed. In less than a minute, he grabbed his battle rifle and magnum, and opened the pod. Despite having his battle armor on, he could still feel the cold temperatures of the mountain as he stepped out. He ignored them, however, as he ran in a pace towards his objective. In a matter of moments, he stopped in his tracks, then looked around. There were three signatures very close to him. It was difficult to tell, however, as the snowstorm was making it hard to see them. Realizing it would be impossible to tell on instinct alone, he activated a switch icon on his helmet as three lights, indicating his teammates, flickered in his visor. The system would try and match with the systems of the other signatures.
If they were green, they would be allies.
If they were red, he would pop a cap in each of their skulls.
After a minute, all three of the lights flickered green. Sighing in relief, he then hit a switch on his glove, which would send a beacon to the other targets. He knew they were just as blind as he is. As soon as they got the message, they all stood up, and Chris walked towards them. The troop with a sniper rifle holstered over his back walked towards him. "Heh, good to see you, man. Thought you didn't make it." Chris merely walked passed him. "Merely had a delay on the Spirit of Fire."
Chris' group, or team Omega as they were called, was special in a way, because all four of them were different races. They were each disgusted with racism, and decided to join as a group. They thought of this as a symbol to other people, saying that despite looking different, they were all humans.
A symbol of Unity, in other words.
Liutenant Chris himself held the slot for a Caucasian of the group, and was the experienced short-to-medium range combatant of the group, even though he was slightly skilled in being a sniper.
Staff Sergeant Samuel, the African-American of the group, was a long-time friend Chris. He handled heavy weaponry of the group, and is the group sniper.
Sergeant 2nd class Wong, the Asian, was the group driver and pilot, despite people's racist beliefs, and was experienced in melee-weapon combat.
Sergeant 2nd class Pablo, the Hispanic of the group, was the explosive expert, and medic.
As soon as they checked their equipment, Chris gave the order to move.
The group traveled through the snow region for several hours, not once stopping for rest. Because it was incredibly cold, they kept moving to keep body heat, to keep warm, and to prevent hypothermia. Soon enough, they came to a small plateau. Chris used a two-fingered moving gesture, to which Samuel complied by going at the end and getting into a sniper position. Quickly, Samuel looked into the scope, and saw a small base just a few hundred clicks to their position. Samuel gave confirmation of the base, and then Chris made a map of the area.
The group's objective was a bit complicated. Some POWs captured by the UNSC explained that there was a small outpost in the mountanious region of the planet, and it was going to receive POW's themselves, who were stopping by for stacking up supplies for a long trip.
One of these POWs was suspected of being Proffesor Anders, the colony's top scientist.
The group was to break into the base at the time of the ship's arrival, sneak on board, get to the hangar with the POWs, and hold out until a pelican came in for the rescue. This would seem simple enough, but there was much more to be done for this mission. In order for them to locate the passengers, they will have to sneak into the security room. For them to free the prisoners, they would have to kill a guard for a security pass. In order to get the field open for the pelican, they would have to override the system lock.
Just another mission for team Omega.
After their short briefing, they all then continued close to the base. As they were a few clicks away, Chris gave them a signal, asking if they were ready. As soon as he got three green lights, he issued the order to move out.
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MS: Phew!! I'm bushed. (sits down) Man, Zoe needs to chill. Sure, i'm a bit late on continuing some stories, but I got them handled. Geez, it's like she's trying to kill me.
Everyone: O.o
MS: She's right behind me isn't she?
Zoe: (Hits MS over the head with a frying pan, knocking him out) (bleep)hole. Any way, hoped you liked it, blah blah blah, please R&R, blah blah blah, goodbye. (leaves story)
