Me, I know this up-date was way to long in coming but, as always, I've been busy and for the last week I haven't been able to log on to fanfic. I Don't know how many of you read the note on my Bio-page but as I said I'm going to re-vamp the story I'm adding a prologue, and changing a few minor things.
The prologue will be written as separate story so I don't have to mess with the chapters I've already put up, I hope it won't take long, I've got it mostly written but I'll have to transfer it from paper to my 'puter.
Also I might, stressing might, be able to get the next stuff out faster, I developed arthritis in my right ankle and can't work……fun…..

Reviews

the big al 1: Never give up, Never surrender!

Warior: Well I'm updating, but this 1 most certainly wasn't soon

dumass: ………………….wait……..how could being a 'Master of Insanity' in any way be a …bad thing….I'm confused………
Thanks that is a title I will bear with pride.

steven: Thanks, I'll keep up as long as u keep reviewing..deal?

ShotgunChief: Ohh, ohh. Did you catch the '42' on the semi they we're loading the drugged up teddy bears on? In the end I saw the movie 5 times in Theaters …….sigh……Batman rocks…..
About the 'hud and smg thing', well after working at McDonalds for over 5 ½ years, I've come to appreciate how…………….errr..un-knowledgeable and…oblivious the general populace can be. And most certainly for to lazy to go through the trouble of asking me, I know 'cuz I am. If I introduce anything new though I'll add it, but I'm done repeating the same thing over and over.
Holy-Flying-Snot, I can't believe I haven't read yours yet, or did I…..agh now that I have time I'll read the Jason 1, I don't know the 'Republic Commandos' tho.

Raptor - X1: Your Review meant a lot to me, this is all stuff I've been bouncing around in my head but I wasn't sure where I'd go with it.
Your review was the push that helped me decide what to do. Although I haven't gotten to the point yet where I feel it's the right time to expand, I will tho, this is my story, and I will make it mine.
I'm glad you could get into the world that well, that's what I'm going for.

YoukaiNinjaGurl: Here you go, another dose of the Master Chief hope that keeps ya.

Boss Man: Good, I keep writing, u keep reviewing

Jake Skywalker: didn't you know? I'm psychic………….O.O gasp…how could you think that……your so mean ;(

MastahChief: Cool we could pair up and beat the snot out of any Covies that come our way.

l33tmansayswoot: I am to Randon.
Ohh look, a shiny object.
how could you say I'm not random.
P.S. I 'kinda need an E-Mail add 2 E-Mail u

Jake Skywalker: Hey look you got 2.
I also hate the fact that they turned Hitchhikers guide into a romance, but other that that the movie rocked.
by the way "I love the teisted sense of humour you have.:) "
I'm sorry I'm at a loss to what this means.
May the force be with you.

Knight 56: aww…(blushes) thanks. Brendan read me this 1 over the phone while I was in Florida, I had him check my E-Mail 4 me, gah1 I laughed so hard.

eliteElite: I know how that is, sometimes I wish my head had a 'Refresh' button on it.

Laegreffon Damarius Laizare: sorry 'bout the shortness, but sometimes it seems like if I continued it would kill some of the effect.
Ouch, I once scratched my eye on a pine needle (long story) right through my contacts, man that hurt, then it got infected and I had to go to the doctors and get drops to put in my eyes, so I was stuck only being able to wear 1 contact for like a week, which is extremely disconcerting for me, and I got to scare the crap out of others 'cuz I was wearing 1 purple colored contact, and then my other eye was my natural color,
weee that was fun.

Da Grim Reaper: Thanks, I'm rather fond of chapter 5, and the responses I got, and am continuing to get about it.
everything from 'Bwahahahahaha that was great', to 'Don't ever do that again' 'cept they said it politely.

J3ph a.k.a."Munch": munch…..+whap+ that's y I left the authors note in regards to Linda, AND I sat there and explained it to you while I was in the middle of writing that chapter.
By the way, I'm overdue for some 'Munch Hunting'.

Setesh; as a Co-worker pointed out I'm an OCD perfectionest. Everything got to be right, or it will slowly drive me insane.

YoukaiNinjaGurl: Ohh you get to as well.
Bwahahahahaaaaa! Tremble in fear of my l33t authoress powers! Bwahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
(calmly) by the way, I was on quizilla first, that's how I found Thank/Blame Ciardra for getting me hooked.

Slayerboi: I'm glad to see I'm not alone in my McDrugery. (just kidding Brendan)
And thank you, I'l keep your advice in mind as I do the re-vamp-age

NCHammer326: Thanks, and as I stated before Bungi better make more Halo books if they know whats good for them.

wafukong:)

Brendan Donahue: Thanks! Here's the next 1, I know I didn't let u Beta this 1, I wanted to get it done quick. See ya.
Little One

Chapter 8- Fighting Back

"Thinking" "Speaking" computer or com system A.I.'s talking

As the embers of the explosion died down, like a spent super-Nova, the Spartan-clad trio magnetized their boots and made their way to the airlock.

As the air was cycled through, Lynx concentrated on letting the adrenalin work it's way out of her system, a handy trick she learned growing up with ADHD, and employed to dispel stress during some of the more hectic days at work, her other methods of dealing with stress were: Loud music, Quake-2 on the hardest level with god mode on and the biggest guns she could conjure up, and if worst came to worst then a long bath worked too.

The light above the door turned from red to green and with a slight hiss the bulkhead door slid open to reveal the face of Sgt. Johnson, and he looked mad.
The Master Chief was quite used to the Sergeant's moods was not worried, but he noticed the spike in Lynx's pulse as she took a quick step back.

"So she'll charge a troop of angry Elites, hitch a ride on a 20-megaton bomb to an enemy controlled warship, and ride the shockwave through open space hoping to land on a friendly ship that isn't in the progress of combusting, without a problem, but encounter an angry face and she freaks. "

Munch was fine, but this was more due to his own inane-cluelessness. This doesn't imply in any was that Munch was stupid, just clueless.

"Chief, you and the unknowns over there need to get suited up, for a ground-ops." Sgt. Johnson barked.

"But first..." He said, turning on the two.
"I wanna know exactly where you two come from, how you got here, and precisely what your doing here!"

Munch looked over to Lynx for the explanation, but she said nothing.
He took a step forward.

"Well Sir, we both come from Earth, but as to how we both got here, we don't know, last I knew we were both sitting around playing a video game and then boom, here we are, aliens are everywhere, were getting shot at, so we shot back."

"What military were you in? How the h— did you learn to fight like that?"

"No military Sir, it feels.."

Lynx then gathered herself and injected.

"Natural Sir, like we'd been doing it all our lives, Instinct."

"OK." Johnson said with an expectant tone. "That just leaves what your doing here."

"Well sir." Said Lynx. "I don't know how we got here, and I don't know how we'll be getting home, but we're here now, and it seems that we're in a position where we can help, so we might as well do what we can for Earth, 'cuz we can't get home if there is no more home to go to."

Sargent Johnson stared her hard in the eye for a long moment, He'd worked with the Master Chief long enough to know just where to look, Lynx didn't flinch or look away.

After what seemed like an eternity, the Sergeant finally broke into a broad grin, he clapped Lynx on the forearm.

"Well, I guess that's good enough for me. Cm'on let's get you three to the armory."

Lynx breathed a sigh of relief, of course she had read quite a bit about Sgt. Johnson, of how he was almost taken by the flood, survived through Halo, assisted through the trek on the Covenant vessel 'Truth and Reconciliation' to the covenant space station 'Unveiling Hirophant', and if it wasn't for his help, the Earth wouldn't even exist. Lynx had great respect for the man, but he scared the ke'jabbers out of her.

Munch stared at Lynx in shock as they walked down halls still stained with the blood of both aggressor and defender alike.
It wasn't like Lynx to stand up to authority like that, and even if that person was clearly in the wrong she would never be so brass.

At the armory, Munch managed to talk Johnson into letting him take a sniper rifle, instead of a battle rifle, and Lynx got a shotgun in the place of her SMG.

As the Trio prepared themselves for a fight on their own soil for the first time, the Master Chief conversed with Cortanna.

"Well? What do you think?" Asked the Chief, hooking frag-grenades to his suit.

They're both telling the truth, no doubt about that, but I think theirs a few things being left out.

"You mean they know a bit more than they're letting on?"

Especially Lynx, how'd she know how to handle Sgt. Johnson? It's like they both know us.

"Do you think this will develop into a problem?"

No, I think they'll tell us in time, despite hey mostly headlong attitude, she seems very cautious when dealing with people, and Munch won't say anything unless its ok with Lynx.

"We'll give them time then, They seem to be trustworthy in a fight, and I think that's all that matters for now, how they got here after we get these b------- off Earth."

Thankful of the mirrored faceplate, Lynx observed the looks of awe from the marines as they boarded the pelican, she wondered what it was like to grow up like this, hushed conversations about him, all heard clearly, the stares when they thought he couldn't see them, the fear on the faces he had spent his entire life protecting, defending, and fighting alongside.

She mentally shook her head, people fear what they don't understand, and hate what is not like them.

The three stood at the open back of the pelican, grasping the overhead handholds firmly.

The city had become a battlefield, destruction was everywhere, blackened walls, flashes of white and blue light marked where battles had broken out, half-collapsed skyscrapers gave Lynx a painful all-to-real reminder of the horror of 9-11, and brought back images she knew she could never forget.

I'm picking up a Covenant transmission. The message just repeats, Regret, Regret, Regret...
Cortanna said, breaking the silence.

"Catchy, any idea what it means?" Asked Commander Miranda Keyes.

"Dear humanity" Broke in Sgt. Johnson.
"We regret being alien b-------,
we regret coming to Earth,
and we most definitely regret that the Cor' just blew up out raggedy a– fleet!"

"Hoo-Ra!" The Marines chanted in unison.

Regret is a name Sergeant, the name of one of the Covenant religious leaders, a prophet. He's on that carrier and he's calling for help.

The voice of a Marine crackled over the Pelican's Com-system.
"Immediate, grid kilo-2-3 is hot.
recommend mission abort."

"Roger Recon." Replied Keyes. "Your call Sarge."

Johnson stuck his smoldering, non-regulation cigar in his mouth.
"We're going in."
It wasn't a order, it was a simple fact, a statement of precisely what the future held.
"Get tactical Marines!"

"Master Chief" Cut in the admiral. (1) "Get aboard that carrier, secure the prophet of regret.
This is the only place on Earth the Covenant decided to land, that prophet is 'gunna tell us why."

"30-seconds out," Said the pilot. "stand by to…..woah"

The Master Chief's eyes snapped to the front, the Pelican was headed straight into the glowing plasma cannon attached to the front of the massive Scarab.

The point of light grew brighter and larger in size, pulsing, it appeared to almost draw in the atmosphere around it.
Suddenly the plasma and the space around it seemed to shrink, to draw into itself, as a fist being pulled back before punching.
All at once the stored energy was released in a rush of heat and noise, the pilot, who had been trying desperately to pull the large bird port was fried instantly, his short scream echoing through the cabin as the plasma ripped a jagged line on the starboard side, stretching from nose to stern.
The pelican careened out of control, the three Spartans, un-able to buckle into the to-small seats, held desperately to any thing solid they could grip.

The starboard wing caught a nearby building, tearing it completely of and sending them spiraling into the ground.The impact flung the Spartans clear on the wreckage. Munch saw the look of terror on the face of a Marine who had his arms shielding his head, then a view of the bright blue sky, all the more beautiful with the flashes of bright white, as tho the stars had decided to give the universe a inter-galactic fireworks show, then he saw (very briefly) a wall, and then nothing but black.

There, 4 pages, how's that? Still 'kinda small I know. I'm working on it

(1): Major cop-out here. I have absolutely no idea what this guy's name is, if any1 can provide me with it I'll glomp you.