Hey guys, BrambleStar14 here, off to start another story! YAY! Now, if you are a fan of Red Vs Blue, Halo or any action film, you'll probably like this. I have no idea how many of you watch machinima, but if you do, you'll probably have heard of Rise Of The Spartans, the massive series from the genius that is Arbiter617. Now, it was made in Halo and is absolutely brilliant and while watching it, I had the idea to novelise it and put it up on this site, as I think you'll enjoy it. In Halo, there are limits to what players can do, so I'll be making it slightly more realistic then just holding your gun and walking around to signify talking.

Um... I think that about covers what I wanted to say regarding this story. Oh yeah, I need a beta reader! If you think you can do that, message me! If you do a good job, you'll get a small marine role in this story! So, without further ado, let's begin. Enjoy the show!

Disclaimer: Not part of the Halo series. I neither own Halo, or Rise Of The Spartans

Rise Of The Spartans

Part 1: Exodus

Prologue

The sky above New Alexandria was perfectly normal. The sun was glaring down upon the city, the twin planet was still visible in the early morning air and all was quiet. To an idle observer, this would promote a calm, peaceful atmosphere. Until they looked at the city. It was burning. Huge chunks of the skyscrapers were torn away, flames billowed out of buildings and AA Guns positioned across the area were firing at the sky, as Covenant dropships approached the city, full with deadly troops, ready to unleash hell on the civilians who were yet to be evacuated, with that possibility looking unlikelier and unlikelier with each wave of Covenant.

In the small harbour at the edge of the city, by the water's edge, a Phantom was leaving, having dropped off its payload. Here and there, Jackals were running around, their bird-like faces searching for prey and their wrist-shields activated. The prey in question was currently sheltered in a small platform, behind cover. A dying tree hung overhead, an ill omen. The group of soldiers looked to their commander, questioningly as they waited for orders.

The black suited ODST surveyed his squad, the green stripe across his helmet showing his difference from the others. He looked at the update on his HUD, sweat rolling down his head as he assessed his orders alongside the chances of his squad's survival. The odds were not looking good. He heaved a great sigh, before speaking.

"Right, this is our last chance! Nick, Sam and Wedge should drop in, in just a minute, and we'll have our asses all the way back to the Forwards Operation Base before any more Covvie Birds touch down! We need to move faster this time!" One of his men, wearing white trim, turned to the others, eyes wide beneath his helmet as he leaned on the railing, gun left unattended to the side. "A straight dash to the fallback?! Again?!" He shook his head slightly, slumping against his cover and putting his hand on his helmet. The commander turned to him sharply, cutting him off before he could complain any more.

"Hey," he said, pointing at his man. "This time, we have a chance!" he turned and looked each of his men in the eyes to signify this. A man with a blue stripe looked down as he mumbled, "But what about Preston? Did he have a chance?" The commander sighed as he took off his helmet, putting it down beside him as he wiped sweat from his face, before replacing it firmly. This was no time to show weakness to his men. Before any more words could be exchanged, a Jackal rounded the corner and squawked loudly, alerting the others. The next moment, a charged plasma shot slammed into the commander, knocking him off his feet.

The squad opened fire, killing the Jackal instantly and peppering the shields of the others with gunfire, as the blue striped soldier extended a hand to the commander, who took it and stood up, joining in with the shooting. Below the bridge, more Covenant forces awaited, this time the dog-like Grunts. They made snarling noises to each other as they too opened fire.

Further in the city, at the Forwards Operations Base, a brown armoured soldier ran across the deserted street and towards the small area set up behind the barricades, where a yellow soldier wielding a shotgun awaited. As he approached the soldier, the small handheld radio dissolved into static and the yellow soldier cursed as he turned to the new arrival. He brown armoured soldier stopped and leaned against the wall, gun held loosely in one hand, the other holding the wall and he panted for breath. Finally, he stood up.

"Commander!" he announced "Those ODST's are still locked down on the beachhead! There's no way we're getting any units out to them in this mess!" The commander hesitated, looking at his radio, before looking back at his soldier. "Order a strike on the West Face! Let's tell the Covenant that that beachhead is ours!" The soldier nodded, now grinning as he replied with a quick "Yessir!" as he turned and left.

Back at the beachhead, two more Phantoms had arrived and things were getting hectic. The squad was firing desperately, but they were running out of ammo and the Covenant just seemed to keep on coming. The soldier with the silver stripe sighed, before standing up and running forwards.

"I can't believe that we'd even consider this again after what just happened to Preston!" he yelled as he ran to another piece of cover, ducking as a bullet whizzed over his head, before opening fire with his rifle. Grunts were charging up the hill now, into the oncoming bullets. Suddenly, a red circle appeared on the battlefield, causing much confusion among the Grunts, who stepped inside of it, trying to see what would happen.

The Commander saw this and, eyes widening, turned to his squad. "Duck!" he yelled to the squad who, seeing this, instantly ducked behind cover. Seconds later, a whizzing sound filled the air, and a mortar bomb struck the circle, creating a huge explosion. Shrapnel was blown everywhere as smoke rising in spirals from the small impact crater. Several more mortars struck the ground and soon Covenant bodies littered the floor.

There was a moments silence, before the silver-striped soldier poked his head up from behind the now shrapnel covered cover. "An Orbital Strike?! What is this!?" His Commander nodded, grinning now as he surveyed the carnage from the still smoking impact craters. However, a second later he understood, and his expression became deadly serious.

"This is our cue! Let's move!" he yelled and the squad stood up and sprinted from their cover. Brutes ran at them, but got quickly gunned down as the squad sprinted along, holding their rifles in one hand and punching any Covenant out of their way. Jackals hit the floor as they rounded the corner leading onto the bridge. Brutes were moving behind them and the Silver Striped soldier opened fire, cutting them down pretty quickly.

Instantly, the squad sprinted onto the bridge, trying desperately to avoid the plasma being sent their way from the countless enemies that were now surrounding them. The red-striped soldier threw a grenade ahead of the squad and several unlucky grunts were blown sky high. The squad exited the bridge, panting now and moving at a slower rate. As they turned another corner, they watched a Phantom lifting off, evidently having just unleashed another wave of deadly aliens.

The silver striped man turned to the others. "Alright, it should be another minute till the next drop." The Commander turned away and yelled to his squad to keep moving. They complied without hesitation, running for their lives. Another Phantom swooped in from overhead, firing deadly concussion shots and dropping Grunts from the open bay doors. Then, a crate nearby was flung aside as a massive armoured shape stomped through, covered in spikes and wielding a huge plasma cannon on its arm.

"HUNTER!" screamed the silver striped man as the living tank started forwards. It was soon joined by another one and they swung their massive shields around, attempting the crush the squad. However, the group knew their stuff and soon one hunter was down, multiple bullet holes covering the vulnerable back area of its body. However, the other one roared in agony at the loss of its bonded twin and turned its cannon to bear on the red striped one.

"CALUM! Get out of there! Watch out!" yelled the silver striped soldier, desperately shooting at the hunter while sprinting forwards in an attempt to stop the inevitable. But it was too late. The hunter fired and Calum cried out as his shields went down. A second later, the shield smashed into him, killing him instantly as his spine shattered. He flew through the air before crumpling in a heap on the ground several feet away. The rest of the squad yelled in anger and opened fire. The hunter didn't stand a chance.

The squad was still surrounded and now the Covenant was closing in. "GET BACK! EVERYONE GET BACK!" yelled the Commander in panic, seconds before a large plasma blast landed next to him. He turned and saw a Wraith tank entering the fray. His eyes widened as his gun dropped for a few seconds. They were doomed. He knew it now.

Back at the Forwards Operations Base, the brown soldier ran around a corner and ran back to his commanding officer. He had more bad news. "Another one just went down! They've fallen back to the outskirts again! They're on their own now!" The commander sighed, before putting his head in his hands. He knew what he had to say, but it was hard. Finally, he raised his head and stated blankly "They're on their own now. There's no more support we can give them! Defending the beachhead is now their priority"

Back at the beachhead, the squad was pinned again and this time, they knew they were doomed. They were low on ammo and were down another member. Silver shook his head as he dropped his gun, panting hard. He looked at the others and sighed deeply before speaking.

"I never thought it would end like this. First Preston, then Calum just a few minutes later." He sighed again, then looked over at the Commander, who had cleared his throat. "Hey," he began bracingly, trying to moralize his squad. "It's not over yet! We're still here!" He turned and fired a few rounds over the barricade, barely hearing the silver striped soldier's reply to his small speech.

"It is over and you know it's over! We can't hold the beach with just us three!" He and the commander stared each other down until the blue striped soldier interrupted them.

"Hey guys, I'm picking up something on my radar!"

"Can you be a little more specific then that Private? What does it look like? Enemy or reinforcements?" he sighed inside his head. When would that Private learn to give more than just the basic facts?

"Preferably the latter!" stated the silver striped soldier, ducking another bolt of plasma before firing back.

At the edge of the battle, a new soldier walked forwards, wielding a shotgun and holding a rocket launcher on his back. He was about 6 foot tall and wore specialized MJOLNIR combat armour, brown with a trim of light blue. His EVA helmet would have shone brightly in the glare from the sun, but for the fact that it was painted jet black. He stood there, observing the battle and watched as another Phantom entered the fray, flying down and unloading another load of Covenant on the ODST's.

Back at the ODST's position, the Blue Striped soldier's head lifter up, suddenly alert, his eyes wide as he turned to the other two.

"Heads up!" he warned them, "It's approaching our position now!" The commander turned around to face the entrance to their little area.

"Get ready!" he commanded, crawling forwards and poking his head around the corner. The other two poked their heads out after him. The stairs were silent. They watched when suddenly: A Grunt appeared, squealing loudly until the Commander put a bullet through his skull. They turned to the Blue Striped soldier, exasperated. He looked at the ground sheepishly as he removed his helmet.

"Sorry," he said, embarrassed. "I thought it was bigger." Without warning, a massive alien phased out of active camo a second later. Before the other two could react, the Sanghelli major pulled out his glowing blue energy sword and charged forwards.

"Captain!" yelled the Silver Striped soldier in panic. "GET BACK!" But it was too late, and the Elite lunged forwards, plunging its sword deep into the Commander's chest. Time seemed to freeze. The Commander looked down at the sizzling holes in his chest, before looking back up at his squad, his gun falling from his numb fingers. He smiled. The Elite snarled and ripped its sword out of the Commander's chest, killing him instantly. He fell backwards, over the railing and into the sea.

The Elite turned to the frantically firing pair of soldiers and advanced slowly, sword covered in blood. They kept firing, but it was still walking towards them, swinging its sword backwards and forwards mockingly. It was right in front of the blue striped soldier when a shadow covered the sun. Seconds later, something fell from above and landed right behind the Elite. Before it could turn, a loud BANG rang out and the Elite fell down, dead.

Both soldiers turned in shock and saw their saviour. It was the large, armoured man that had arrived earlier, placing another shell into his shotgun, before pumping it and turning to them, a grin beneath his visor.

"Now," he stated to the shell-shocked pair, "would be a good time to go!"

A Spartan had arrived in the battle.

Ta-daaaaa! That was only five minutes of the first episode! There's twenty-five more left to write and then Part One will be done. And then I move to the rest, which are even bigger. Joy! What did you guys think then? Let me know. I still need that Beta Reader as well. See you guys in the next episode, which I intend to release tomorrow.

Or you could just watch the episode on YouTube, but that would be boring. Here, you can imagine it, rather than just watching it. But the episode has music and- NO! READ THIS! DON'T LEAVE ME! PLEASE!

Anyway, after that rant, see you guys around. And I'm rambling again. Now, would be a good time to go!

Adios!

BrambleStar14