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War for Earth City by Kancer
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War for Earth City [1]:Only the Beginnning
Date: 8 August 2003, 6:09 PM
Date: August 07
Time: 25:07
Year:2769
Location: Unknown
The year is 2769, and it is near the end of the human race. In the year 2755, the Covenant invaded earth City, and forced the humans to fleed to another location. Only a few stayed behind, and of those, only 100, maybe 150 are still standing. In the year 2564, when the Four Plagues War started, The human race started to diminish, and dwindle. The Covenant went into hiding, which gained them the time to become more powerful in strength, and numbers. It also gave the humans a doubt that the Covenant still existed. Masterchief, the hero of the first Covenant war, was killed in battle, in the year 2622. All hope was lost then. The humans tried to start the SPARTAN PROJECT up again, but the lab was soon destroyed, and everyone with knowledge of the project suddenly started dying one by one. The humans were forced to battle with the Covenant one last time, for the land. Although the humans overwhelmed the Covenant greatly in numbers, most of the humans had never carried weapons, ever. The day was August 08, the time: 12:34, the day they went to battle, and it ended three months after it started. The three months of war, treachry, despair, bloodshed, and other great darknesses is quite a tale. So please read on, and enjoy!!!
Date: August 08
Time: 12:34
Year:2769
Location: Near the Battlefield of Blood
As the humans marched forth, to what was sure to be their death, everyone had butterflies. There were only a few marines left, and those that were left, were either injured, or weak. The cause was the living conditions they had to endure for a decade and a half. The floor was dirt, and bugs. Their food was either there own, or some dead and disease-ridden animal. There weapons were anything they could find that was blunt. Most carried wood, pipes, sharpened bones, and ammo-less guns to melee with. Only a few carried knives, but the ones who did carried butcher knives, and rusty daggers. "Okay men, we will march into battle and give 'em all we've got. Only defend yourself, are you will be caught off guard. Let's pray before we march any further." All men and women bowed their heads, and prayed silently. "Amen," the leader said, "now let's move, god bless and godspeed, everyone. Now let's go!!!"
Everyone suddenly sprinted up, and over a hill. When they got to the other side, they saw a large shadow of Covenant as far as the eye could see. "Good god," a marine shouted, "there's too many, sir." The leader raised his hand, and turned his head toward his men, turning his back on the Covenant. Before he could drop it though, a Covenant sniper was scoping out his head, and right as he was dropping his hand, the Covenant fired. The leaders last expression was a smile, before his brains were on his men. He crumpled to the floor, lifeless and also headless. "Noooo! We have to continue, he would've wanted us to! Attack!!!" Every human suddenly felt ten times stronger, and sprinted once again after the Covenant.
"Did you notify the snipers, yet?" An Elite Chief cocked his head to the side, put binoculars on, and looked for the lone sniper who shot the leader. Once he found him, he lifted ordered that the lone sniper be shot, for certain reasons. The lone sniper waved at his master, and the mast waved back. The last thing the lone sniper ever saw, was his master laughing. "Have the snipers been notified yet?"
"Yes sir, their ready, anytime now."
"Good job, now fetch me a weapon." He looked through his binoculars once more, at the humans, and noticed an especially eccentric one. "Do you see him," he asked, and his assistant nodded, "tell the snipers to leave that one for me. I need some practice, anyway."
"Yes sir, i'll do that right now."
"Hey assistant, where's my weapon?"
"But, but we're not even on Battlefield of Blood yet!"
"Then let us fight here, and end it now!" The humans continued to march. Then suddenly, there was a loud crackkk!, and half of the first line fell. "Watch out for snipers!" He didn't understand, he was in the first line, why wasn't he hit? He started to run, and there was another loud crackkkk!, which made him duck. Another line fell, and then another. The onslaught contiued for at least 10 minutes. They had finally made it up there, but with only half there man standing. The man swore, and saw an Elite. He jumped on him, lifted his pipe, and violently struck it over and over, spreading brains, and gore all over his face. He pulled out a rusty dagger, and threw it at a grunt. The dagger soared in the air, and the Grunt accidently ran into a wall. It tried turning around, but the dagger was too fast, hitting it in the neck, and pinning it up against the wall. Blood squirted out, all over the grass, and rock. "Yes!" Everyone felt stronger, and charged even faster.
"What are they doing," the Elite Chief asked. He noticed them running faster, and faster up the hill, to his current location. Two of his best men had just been killed, by the one that leads them all. He asked for his sniper rifle, and when he was givin' it, he scoped in 10X, aimed for the leader's head, and fired.
He knew something wasn't right. He felt like he was being attacked. He ducked his head, and a bullet zoomed by, missing him by inches. He heard a scream, turned around, and saw his brother lying on the ground with a bullet wound to the stomach.
"Oh god. I don't wanna die, not now!" The soldier sat and watched his brother die slowly, when suddenly tons more sniper bullets zoomed by, killing hundreds of men, and women. We must move faster, he thought, if we don't, we won't survive long enough to get even close to winning!.
"We must move faster, now. We must win!" Everyone ran as fast as they could, getting up the hill so fast, that they trampled a few Grunts, and Jackals. The man noticed another Elite, ran and slid between it's legs. He came out behind it, and slit it's throat. The Elite fell to the ground, dead before it even hit it. He saw a Yellowish-Gold Elite running away, and decided to follow it.
The battle was a bloody, and horrific one. Many men died, but this is only the first installment to this war called, The War for Earth City!
To Be Continued...
War for Earth City [2]: More of an Enemy Then You Thought
Date: 11 August 2003, 2:09 AM
The Golden Elite stopped, yanked out his dual Plasma Rifles, and turned around. He was waiting for the human that he knew was following him. He stayed in that same position for about 10 minutes, then finally relaxed. He slid the Plasma Rifles into their holster, turned around again, and started walking. Whoever was following him would catch him from behind. He cursed under his breath, because he was scared.
The human slowly appeared, and suddenly noticed the Elite. It's back was facing the nameless human, and he thought this was his only chance. He snuck up behind the Elite, pulled out his crowbar, and hit it in the back very, very hard. When it fell, he hit it a few more times. Blood covered his face, the crowbar, and it's back. He still hit it more and more, basically until there was nothing left. He finally put the crowbar away, and that's when he noticed it wasn't Gold, like the one he was chasing. He was so blind with anger, that he hadn't noticed. He walked away, and that's when it happened. He fel his arm for one second, then the next he just felt alot of pain. He looked down, and his arm was lying next to him. He fell to the ground in pain, and cursed loudly. He culd hear an Elite laugh, looked behind his back, and noticed that it was the Gold Elite. He screamed, and passed out.
The Elite walked over to the human, and picked him up. He decided he throw him off a cliff, noone would know, and he wouldn't feel anything. He then stopped, and thought. He wanted him to feel pain, so he decided not to throw him off a cliff. He spit on the humans face, which woke him up and said, "Night, night!" The Elite then repeatedly headbutted the human, so blood covered it's forehead. He made sure he wasn't dead though. He then pulled out his Plasma Rifle, and shot his arm. The human wrenched over, and grabbed his arm in pain. The Elite continued, ans hot his other arm, and left leg. The human did the same thing, except he only moved his right leg. The Elite finally shot his right leg, but still made sure he wasn't dead. The Elite was actually surprised, and a little scared because no other human could have lived through this. He bent down to kill him, and was suddenly scared. At that moment, he hadn't a doubt in his mind that he was going to die.
He felt the alien bend down, and could feel it's breath on his face. He then tripped it, and grabbed it's Plasma Sword. He jumped up, and turned it on. The Elite also got up, but pulled out dual Plasma Rifles. It fired off a few rounds, but the human dodged them.The alien fired off more rounds, and they were stopped as they met with their own substance. He then felt pain in his legs, and fell down. The Elite jumped up at him, but at the last second, the human lifted the sword and it passed through the Elite. It finally stopped jerking around, and relaxed. The Elite slid down the Sword, cutting it vertically in half. The human got up, and spit on the Elite. He lifted the Sword, and stick it deep down into the Elite's face. He walked away, and back to the War. He then turned around, and walked back to the two halfs of the Elite body, and picked up the dual Plasma Rifles. This is a War, and he was sure that if he was going to die, he was taking alot of Covenant with him. He walked the War, again laughing.
When he approached the battlefield, he heard thousands of noises. He walked up, and over the hill, where he knew he could get the best view. He saw thousands of casualties for both sides. There was still thousands of warriors battling, so he joined. He fired at a Grunt, and blood squrited out of the openings the Plasma left. He noticed two Jackals without shields holding up weapons at him, and put Plasma into both their heads. He killed more, and more aliens. After awhile, the battery on both of the Rifles depleted, so he tossed them away and picked up an Assualt Rifle, and a Human Pistol. He killed an Elite, and just when he thought they had come out victorious, he noticed tens of thousands of Covenant move in from the south. He screamed out curse words. He was very scared, and suddenly felt like he was already dead. He noticed a Golden Elite watching him very closely. He prayed, and charged into battle.
TO BE CONTINUED
War for Earth City [3]: Not Much of a Friend
Date: 12 August 2003, 9:29 PM
He suddenly fell on the ground. He felt something jab into his back, and looked up. A red Elite was standing over him. He felt the object being ripped from his back, and screamed in pain. He pulled out his dagger, and thrust it into the Elite's hoove. The Elite screeched in anger, and pain. It pulled out a Plasma Sword, and switched it on. It lifted it up, and brought it down onto the ground missing the nameless man by inches. He rolled out of the way just in time. He remebered he was in a battle, and not only up against this Elite, but thousands of Covenant. He remembered his brother, and screamed. He pulled his dagger out of the Elite's hoove, and jabbed it into it's stomach twice. The Elite started bleeding fatally. The human jabbed it into the Elite's neck, and blood gushed out of the new wound. It fell over dead, and the human spit on it. He picked up it's Sword and ran at another Elite, this one blue.
He jumped, and swung the sword. The Elite's head rolled off, and down the hill. He stuck the Sword into a Grunt's head, and ripped it out, laughing. He struck down a Jackal, and brought the Sword down on it's stomach, brutaly ripping it in half. he threw the Sword at a Hunter, standing in front of a wall. The Sword twisted slicing the Hunter in half, and sticking the Sword into the wall behind it. The top half of the Hunter slid off the bottom half, and they both fell over onto the ground. The rest of the humans were putting up as much a fight as the nameless one was. They were tired of being treated like shit, and were finally making a stand. One human wrestled down a Grunt, chopped off it's arms and legs, and ripped off it's breathing apparatus, leaving it there to suffocate.
Others threw Covenant down the hill, and down to others with big clubs. The nameless human lifted his club, and threw it down smashing a Grunt's head like a hammer to a pumpkin. He also swung it, and hit the side of a Elite's leg, making the Elite fold like a chair. He then finished it off with a hit to the head, having the same effect as the Grunt. Finally, a golden Elite fired off the first of many sniper rounds. It hit one human in the stomach, practically blowing him apart. Every death added more blood to the already ankle deep gore, brains, and blood. The nameless one was sure that this battle was going to be the last, it had to be. The Covenant had thousands more casualties then the humans. He saw one of his closest friends being double-teamed by Elites. He quickly ran over to him, and jabbed the Plasma Sword through one of the Elite's back. He yanked it out, and the Elite slid to the ground. He then pulled out a Plasma Pistol, charged it really fast, and fired it into the Elite's ear. It also fell to the ground, dead.
"Are you all right?" His friend nodded, and walked away. "Hey, where are you going?" His friend shrugged, and ran away. "Well thats weird, somethings up and I need to find out." His voice was deep, from a shortage of clean water intake. He walked up to his other friend, "Hey James, what's up with Vince?"
"I'm not sure, but whatever it is I don't like it. It's like he's a friggin' vegetable. He doesn't talk to anyone." James walked off to his family. He had a daughter named Cloe, and a son named Thomas. His wife's name name is Katarina.
Later That Night ...
The nameless human continued to fight. He had been for five straight hours. He was very tired, but still continued. He walked up to Vince, put his hand on his shoulder, and turned him toward the nameless one. "Alright, what's up. How come you haven't been fighting. If we lose, we all die. Listen to me DAMMIT!"
"What the hell do you want, for me to kill. Okay i will, and I'll start by killing you." Vince jumped at the nameless human, but missed his mark. The nameless one jumped on Vince, and pinned his arms down. He punched Vince repeatedly, and then continued by headbutting him.
"Don't start something you can't finish," the nameless one said. He got off Vince, and tried walking away. Vince charged at him with a dagger, but Vince was countered. He threw Vince onto a table, "Like I said, don't start something you can't finish. This is something you can't." Vince gave him the finger, which angered him. "Your going to die, you goddamn traitor," the nameless one screamed. He punched Vince over, and over, and over again. He kneed Vince in the groin repeatedly.
"You started it, and now I'm going to finish it." The nameless one pulled out Vince's dagger, and lifted it, "Kind of odd isn't it, that your going to die by your own dagger. Ironic, see you in hell," He thrusted it into Vince's stomach. Vince managed a few words before he died, "I know your secret." A lone tear rolled down the nameless one's face, he wiped it off and said, "I will not cry for you, you, you traitor." He walked away scared and saddened, he had just killed his best friend.
The Next Day ...
The nameless one awoke, clearly remembering last night. He stood up, and walked over to a tree. He sat down and pulled out a pencil, with paper. He wrote down a speech, and also a message which said, ' Come to the large Oak Tree at 3:00.' He nodded with approval, stood up, and handed it to James. "Be sure to tell everyone."
It was 3:00, and everyone was gathered around the Oak Tree. He spoke out, "I have gathered you here for one reason, because we must form an Alliance, so if we win, the will know who we are. If you do not wish to join an Alliance, please raise your hand." Two or three raised there hands. "Okay, why is that?Huh, why don't you want to form an Alliance." Noone spoke out. "Okay, those three will be hanged. May God greet you in heaven. The rest of you, please follow me to the armory."
Everyone walked to the Armory, except for the three who'd be hanged later in the day. The nameless one told everyone to start modifying there weapons. He was sure that the Covenant weren't going to die easily. He sharpened bones from his dear friend, Vince, which they had eaten that day for food. He added pieces of armor from Covenant to pieces of armor from the humans, which he used to make a super-armor. He walked down the rows of people modifying their weapons, and yelled, "Everyone better be ready by tomorrow, that's when there coming!
To Be Continued ...
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