.-Moreta Lynx walks onstage and turns to the audience.-
Ahem, I'm sorry it's been so long since I've updated.
This isn't actually an update, it's an authoresses note to explain why.
I've been really busy, sorry.
I spent the night at my friends house Monday night, Tuesday, and through Wednesday till 'bout 4pm (I spend the night 'cuz she lives like 5 miles from where I have drawing class once a month, where I live like 40minutes away.) So I had enough time mon' to get home from work, pack a few more things, and leave, wedns' I got home in time to go to church, after work Thursday, I cleaned my room some, 'cuz the same friend was coming to stay the night till late Saturday, for my Birthday, which brings me to my next point……….
As of 4:44 today, I am officially 19.
WOOOOTTT!
I got a new Hard drive, a bible with a metal cover (wouldn't survive in my purse otherwise), a cross of 3 nails, Halo2 sound track (which I'm listening to now), and admission to see Robotz™ Saturday, from my best friend (who is the most wonderful person in the world).
I got 40 dollars toward buying some more RAM for my 'puter, (I'm running XP-Pro with 128mgs of Ram, and it's not pretty.) from my parents (who are the best parents in the world, I do most of the "Research" for this story with my dad.).
I got a 2 liter bottle of Coke™ from the repeatedly mentioned friend along with a very long straw (which is a joke about how much of the stuff I drink), the return of one of my movies (Oscar© by Salvester Stalone, one of the funniest movies ever) and got me a devotional book.
And my sister and my friend, Clint, I got a War Hammer, thing with Merry and Eowyn, fighting the fell beast, and the Witch King Agnor. (don't kill my on my spelling, I can't find my complete LOTR book.) Man that thing rocks! (sis bought the figures, Clint did the rest, lots of detail too, Merry's feet even have the hair painted, the faces too well the faces don't have hair….but you get the point. It's incredible.)
My sis streaked my hair with black and bright red, I love it, pain in the hiney to get it done tho', we will do the blond streaks later we have to do them separately otherwise the diff' chems' in the color vs. the bleach would have probably killed us………...for some reason my sis was opposed to that……………can't imagine why….hmm, anyway, I've got a couple of paragraphs semi done, but for now I have to work obscenely early tomorrow, my fingers are freezing, and I have more ice-cream cake left (I got Wil-e-coyote chasing the road runner…..it was either that or sponge Bob –shutter-.), a nice bed with an electric blanket, and a Shonen Jump with an episode of Dragon Ball Z I haven't read.
I hope to get the next chapter out soon, it will be added to the bottom of these notes.
Wishing you many successful battles ahead,
Moreta Lynx
Never Surrender
Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out, my work schedule has been insane. Plus I've been rather uninspired lately.
Well My RAM got here and as I was trying to install it, I discovered that I had gotten the wrong Intel, and that the memory I bought, wasn't the memory I needed, So I crawled into bed and stayed their for a while, I then felt better (or started getting bored) and watched "the Return of the Jedi" on DVD.
well long story short, the stuff I need has to be "Made" for my motherboard, so I'm buying a new motherboard and processor, where I will get the money is anyone's guess, you'd think it would come from my paycheck, seeing as more and more customers are asking me if I live at McDonalds, I spend more time their than I do awake at my own home.
Well anyways, I'm sitting here typing thin with raw spaghetti noodles in my hair,( 'cuz my dad was making spaghetti and stuck them there.) trying to get through my writers block and write something that's worth the paper it's printed on,(and my stuff isn't even printed, so that's bad). While looking through the tiger direct catalogue, I saw a 'puter specially made for playing Half-Life2,…………-cracking voice- It was so beautiful……-sniff, sniff- I'm sorry can I have a moment?………
normal voice- well oddly enough I've started on the final chapters, not that I'm near them, but I pretty much know what there gunna look like so I need to get them down or it'll bug me.
Warior: Thanks for the info, fixed.
Stupid Hermit: There were? Ohh, I'll have to go back and check that out.
H-Dog: Hmmm, I'll see what I can do. But the thing is, I can write for Vikki and Munch 'cuz I know them, I know how they would react to different situations, mostly the same with the Master Chief. But I'll see what I can do.
anything to help a fellow punk.
Yomiko the hellbunny slayer; Yeah I liked Foe Hammer, she was swifty, I was sad to see her go, (not to mention she was my ride off Halo.) Pretty cool as pilots go.
Also I know bleeping out hell wasn't necessary, but I choose to do it, I don't like swear words and I don't use them, hell isn't always a swear word, but it was in that case.
sharpshooter one two five: hmmmm, good question……………it's likely 'cuz I'm a tired moron, but I fixed it.
dumass: Insert usual sarcastic reply here.
Xearo the White Hand: Sorry I've been trying to, but I find my dad gets pretty annoyed after pausing the game the hundredth time in a row so I can jot down content.
I'm a perfectionist at heart, so I try to get every detail right.
P.S. Dial-up is evil, pure evil.
imsh: Thank you hears the other half of ch.4's update. And I do find a sniper covering your back can save your butt quite often, but theirs less glory so they are more often overlooked for characters. (Linda Rocks.)
virtual-reality: -crosses arms over chest- Humph, your no fun. –sticks tongue out-
ShotgunChief: Thanks I'll fix that soon, let me know if you see anything else.
and for those who reviewed chapter 3.5
Warior: Thank you, it was very fun, having more of them would probably be healthy.
Ghost1800: Actually, I was mistaken, it's 128mg, not 220mg. On the bright side a slow computer teaches you patience, and exactly how many blows with a hammer it can take before you get the blue-screen-of-death (error 404).
the big al 1: Thanks, no the story continues, as you can see. And thanks, I am proud of my geek hood, but I only scored as a super-geek on the geek test you have a link too, I'm so ashamed, It's most likely 'cuz I have very little knowledge of actors names, and are to broke to afford a shinier computer. –sniff, sniff-
But don't forget to launch all Zig for great justice.
hotsauce6548: First of all thank you, I am a stickler for authenticity, and Halo is easily one of the greatest games ever created.
Secondly, at the end of the Halo book trilogy, the only remaining Spartans are Kelly, who Dr.Halsey took off with for some currently unknown reason, Fred, Linda,(Woot) and Will.
But Yeah, I'm sure Johnson would be very surprised to see two unknown Spartans show up out of nowhere, but I think he's smart enough to avoid looking a gift horse in the mouth before he needs it to pull him outta a ditch. (looking a gift horse in the mouth, Explaned: You tell a horses age by looking at the teeth, so looking a gift horst in the mouth is like, receiving a horse as a gift and then making sure it isn't old and worn out, I can't explain it very well but it's very insulting, to the giver.
virtual-reality: well I read your review and said " Wow, that looks interesting, and made an account, named Moreta-Lynx, dressed up my character made her shiny an everything, but I can't enter rooms it seems, My firewall blocks the rooms, and waits to recive instruction on whether or not to allow the "Movie" in, doesn't let my click it, so I pull up a new explorer, which has me at the same place, let's me say "yes allow this movie" and as soon as I click it shuts down all my IE window………after about 5-6 times it got kinda old, I'll keep trying tho, it looks like fun.
"Talking", "Thinking", Computer or Com system, Change in POV(-)
Chapter4 "Star Gazing"
Lynx's mind was racing as the trio quickly made their was to the fire control center, which she found to be a very ironic place for a bomb.
"Who could possibly know we're here? Could they have a clue as to what's going on? I realllly hope no 'difficult' questions come up, I don't have many answers that are gunna be accepted very easily."
She was startled out of her thoughts by the sound of a door closing and locking behind them.
"Ok, this door will lead to a 30ft(1) drop, from their we'll head to the other airlock" The master Chief said, waiting for the door to open.
Lynx remembered something just as the door opened. She sprinted forward, hurling a plasma grenade before her, and, through the open doorway.
The Master Chief was just about to call to her to stop, when just as the plasma grenade passed through the doorway two Elites with jetpacks appeared in it.
One Elite threw his arms up and gave a cry of surprise as the plasma grenade melded itself to his chest plate.
Lynx blasted a shotgun shell into the second Elites chest, it's shields flickering, then, launching herself backward she did a back flip and landed behind the cover of a couple stacked boxes just as the plasma grenade went off, taking out the one it was stuck too and was enough to take out the remaining Elite, whose shield was too low to repel the blast.
Lynx looked back to find that the other two were staring at her.
"I Really hate Eliteswith jetpacks." Lynx explained.
"And that's why I try never to make her mad." Munch said turning to the Master Chief.
John just shook his head.
Lynx re-loaded as they jumped down to the outside of the Malta.
Halfway across, the Chief noticed that Lynx wasn't looking at the ground, or even where she was going.
"Lynx, what are you doo-"
CLANG!
"-ing?"
"She's walking into stuff apparently." Said Munch with more than a little bit of a smile in his voice.
"I know stars can help you navigate, but they don't really work with obstacles." The Chief explained.
Lynx who was still sitting on her butt pointlessly rubbing her helmet, said nothing, but the yellow faceplate seemed somehow to glow red.
"I've never been able to see the stars so clearly, the Earths atmosphere always obscured them. I've always loved watching the stars."
"Ahh, I see, so being inspired by the awesome sight, you decided to make some of your own." The Master Chief said, in a tone much like someone who had just found the obvious answer to a question.
'"Can you think of a better course of action?"
"Nope, it makes sense to me."
The trio continued on their way to the airlock, Lynx continued to watch the stars as if they could tell her the answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything, (42) but with less collisions then previously.
They were approaching the door when blue plasma splashed then hull next to munches feet, he instantly ducked-and-rolled to the side, trained his Battle Rifle on the flying Elite's head, squeezed off two rounds of three shot's each before Lynx and the Master Chief could add their lead to the collection.
Proceeding into the airlock without any further interruptions, munch re-loaded his gun and policed the ammo from the fallen Hell-Jumper.
The airlock re-pressurized and the inside door opened into the next room.
it had a open space in front of a large drop, their was a bi-level lift going up and down.
They approached the lift, swarms of Green, flying, tiny, hard to hit, evil, products of the twisted imaginations of the games evil programmers, (oops a little off the subject) BUGGERS!
"Aww nuts, I hate these things."
"This seems to be becoming a trend." The Master Chief observed.
"Ariel targets aren't my thing." She replied "Can't get up close and personal with them.'
"Let's ground them then." Said Munch raising his rifle.
"Munch, stop simply shooting off their wings and actually kill them please!."
"But I like watching them crawl around."
"I'll beat you for this later."
"Doesn't do anything through armor though."
"Ohh, Don't worry 'bout that, Munch, I'll find a way."
After mopping up the evil Hefl-spawn bugs, the trio re-loaded and proceeded to the lift.
Upon seeing the loads of Elites and grunts, Lynx pulled out her shotgun.
"This, is my territory." She said before jumping off the ledge to the upper level of the lift, plasma grenades raining down before her, soon followed by the Master Chief, while Munched sniped as always.
The Chief touched the panel that activated the lift, which lurched and began decending.
"Lynx, check it out," said Munch pointing out the window. "A MAC cannon."
"Ohhhh, it's so………shiny." She said in an awed voice.
"Yeah, shiny."
They both sighed in unison.
The Master Chief, once again, just shook his head.
After gleaning what weaponry and grenades they could from the dead Covenant, they proceeded to the next airlock, waited for the room to depressurize.
As the door opened, Cortana began to speak.
The first carrier completely ignored us sir, blew through the Mulsa's debris field, and headed straight for Earth.
Munch looked out the door and instantly jumped back, pressing against the wall by the door, he looked at Lynx as light blue plasma painted the space Munch had just inhabited.
"Your not 'gunna like this." He said.
"Let me guess." Lynx said with a sigh. "Elites with jetpacks."
He nodded. The plasma spray became larger, faster, and began scoring the floor.
"Let me guess, they have a turret too."
More nodding.
Lynx hefted her Battle Rifle, tried to pump it like a shot gun, discovered she couldn't, pulled out her shot gun, pumped it, put her shotgun away, pulled her Battle Rifle out again, and said.
"Bring it on."
The master Chief ran out of the door in front of them, shooting as he want.
"Less drama, more shooting."
Lynx Tried to shrug, but discovered it to be as difficult a maneuver as she had read.
Munch, realizing her inability to shrug, did so.
Whack!
"Stop showing off." She said to the figure on the blackened floor, then ran out to help the Chief kill the Elites, followed by Munch as soon as hid shields re-charged.
They made their was to the next airlock.
Upon entering, Cortana spoke up.
just so you know, there are quite a few Elites guarding the bomb, you might need to get creative.
The three re-loaded, Lynx re-pulled out her shotgun and checked it over.
"Well, here we go." She said as the airlock/elevator door opened.
she ran forward, pumping out shot's into assorted aliens as fast as she could, Munch ran to a cubby hole created by a recess in the wall with a low ceiling and a box, the perfect sniping spot. The Master Chief hung back behind Lynx slightly, making sure her mad dash didn't leave her in pieces.
The room was efficiently cleared.
The Master Chief quickly approached the podium Cortana's image projected from, quickly downloading her with a touch of his hand, he then reached over and grabbed a hold of the lighted panel on the bomb.
After a few clicks and beeps, the rising pitch that the bomb had been humming, slowed and stopped.
"How much time was left?" The Chief asked.
"you don't want to know. Chief, transfer me back to the pedestal."
The Chief then touched the pedestal and Cortana's image flickered to life again.
She gave the two strange Spartans an apprising look.
"I believe these AI's have business with you two." She said finally, sounding, not cold, but cautious.
Two more figures appeared above the pedestal, One a Gold Dragon with huge wings and multi-faceted eyes, other was a boy in his mid to later teens, with spiky blond hair, dark skin, and blue eyes. He wore a yellow, open fronted jacket that ended before the ribcage did, mid-length sleeves, and a white hood, his left arm had blue and red armor on it ending in a gray gauntlet. Atop the jacket he wore a Black leather bib-overall-like-thingy that zipped up in the front, and was cinched at the waist with a matching belt, oddly enough, the overalls didn't end in pants, under he had black leather shorts on coming above the knee on the left side and below the knee on the right, the extra length on the right side had a bright red symbol on it that was mirrored by a silver matching symbol on a silver chain. Brown and gray boots and his gloved right hand held massive aqua-blue sword that ended in a fishhook-like barb. (Kudos if you guess who he is before I tell you.)
"Hi." The boy said cheerily. "I'm Tidus."
"I," Said the dragon without moving it's lips, it's voice was non-human sounding but somehow feminine. "Am Orlith."
Cliffhanger, cliffhanger, cliffhanger.
OK, this one deserves an apology, I need far more sleep, which probably accounts for the silly nature.
I know I'll look at this tomorrow, after work and a nap and scream. Nowhere near as refined as usual, but I really had to force it out, and I hated the thought of making you wait till later.
Ohh, and randomness, when they come out with the live action version of DBZ (live action: played by people, not animated), Jet Lee should absolutely play Vageta, definitely, and I disturbingly find that I can see Sylvester Stalone playing Goku………Fear………I need more sleep...and to get the noodles out of my hair...yeah...tha'd be good.