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POST ONE

Foreword: Most of these posts are going to be set in the HALO universe. For I have started a fan fiction project called "HALO: The Final Hour". I'm waiting to see the feedback before I actually start the project, so here is the first preview.


SAMPLE STORY ONE

0700 HOURS
SOL SYSTEM
PLANET EARTH
ICELAND

Wayne sighed; he could see his own breath in the cold air. He had gone groundside on a HEV (Heavy Entry Vehicle) along with a squad of ODSTs (Orbital Drop Shock Troops). He was a SPARTAN II, engineered for combat and for a swift victory over the Eridanus Rebels originally but, they were all facing a more technologically advanced foe now, The Covenant. They were an enigmatic alien empire that was bent on the destruction of all humans, and the worship of The Forerunner. He shook his head and picked up his helmet. He donned the helmet; it was part of his MJOLNIR Mark VI Powered Assault Armor. The armor was a ghostly green color; it instilled fear and cowardice in his enemies, and hope and awe in his allies.

Wayne liked to cut through all of the bullshit and get on with the actual mission. A trait unbefitting a SPARTAN, he was one of the very few remaining SPARTANs left alive after Reach. Wayne remembered all of his friends; they died on Reach, in that final hour, at that last moment, that last breath. But that wasn’t why Wayne was on earth, in the cold, frigid air of the North Pole. He shook his head and sighed, some of the ODSTs hadn’t made it. Their HEVs were burnt up when they dropped out of the UNSC Dawn over Dusk. The others were swatted out of the sky by Covenant artillery. He didn’t like soldiers dying under his command.
Wayne would have to get over it though he had a mission to do and he wanted to get it done fast.

Wayne was to infiltrate and disable a Covenant Battle Cruiser, the Arcane Indifference. They were a couple clicks south of its position and the place was heavily guarded. Wayne checked his MA5C ICWS Assault Rifle and placed on the magnetic plate on his back. He grasped his M6G PDWS, checked his clip, and racked the slide. He placed it on his magnetic thigh plate and ordered the men on him. Wayne knew that this was to be the crucible for all of them, for them to become legends. They would be heroes in their final hours.

Foreword: This poem was written because of my heavy ties to the military. I was given a A+ for this poem at my school, personally I think it's not very good.

POEM ONE

The Soldier Marches On

The soldier marches on,
past the burnt and broken rubble.
Through the blood stained fields,
and into the jaws of death.

The soldier marches on,
his path paved by the blood of heroes.
Carrying his instrument of death,
like a mother carries her child.

The soldier marches on,
smiling as he walks toward his own demise.
His comrades fall and meet they’re maker,
but this soldier bravely marches on.

Foreword: My friends said this was a good poem, but once again I disagree. I got a B+ for this poem, I don't like the rhyme scheme of this poem. This poem is about the Air Force, I wrote this poem for a friend that is enlisting in the USAF.

Poem Two

Harvest Sky

The harvest sky so bright and blue,
a bird soars through so right and true.
Its wings of sliver shine against the morning sun,
it shatters the silence that is the river’s run.

A glorious eagle scoops up its prey,
as the mighty beast enters the fray.
The sliver bird falls to the Earth,
leaving nothing but a smoking girth.

The eagle soars above the disgrace,
not bearing to see his enemy’s face.
The harvest sky so bright and blue,
the eagle flies with the bold and true.