 |
About This Site
Daily Musings
News
News Archive
Site Resources
Concept Art
Halo Bulletins
Interviews
Movies
Music
Miscellaneous
Mailbag
HBO PAL
Game Fun
The Halo Story
Tips and Tricks
Fan Creations
Wallpaper
Misc. Art
Fan Fiction
Comics
Logos
Banners
Press Coverage
Halo Reviews
Halo 2 Previews
Press Scans
Community
HBO Forum
Clan HBO Forum
ARG Forum
Links
Admin
Submissions
Uploads
Contact
|
|
|
Capture The Flag by Jeff **********
|
Capture The Flag: Sidewinder Antics
Date: 12 August 2004, 9:39 PM
Capture The Flag: Sidewinder Antics
Sergeant Dorsett filled the clip of his sniper rifle and clicked back into zoom 8x as he watched a blue team member bolt across the middle of the field on the ice. Sgt. Could hardly keep from chuckling as he watched the rookie try to gain traction on the slippery surface. But this was no time to mess around. He sighted the rookie, lead the target just ever so slightly, and squeezed the trigger....
Private Nixon was having trouble getting any traction at all on the ice. He was a rookie, and his teammates reminded him of that everyday. He was trudging across the ice when he lost his footing and fell to the cold, hard surface just in time to here a bullet skim by his head. He panicked and quickly got up, only to fall down once more when he lost his footing, again. Another shot fired, clipping Nixon's shoulder. He was in immense amounts of pain. Nixon had never been shot with real bullets before. He quickly switched to his team com link and quickly yelled "I need back up....HURRY!". Nixon could not get up to his feet so he dragged himself along the ice with his good arm. But, he wasn't going anywhere.
Sgt. Dorsett laughed mercilessly at the rookies' pathetic attempts to run away. He only had two bullets left, but he wasn't worried, the blue rookie wasn't moving at all with one arm lying on the ice. He sighted the target for the last time. He aimed and prepared to pull the trigger, but then he heard a low rumbling sound...
Pvt. Nixon was delirious, was this it? Was this really how he was going to die? He had so much to live for. He didn't want to die. But just then, he heard a low rumbling noise. He shifted his head to look behind him to see two of his teammates. Sgt. Stetz was driving a classic warthog straight at him. Accompanying his Sgt. was another one of his teammates, Corporal Benjamin in the chain gun turret firing off a large quantity of rounds towards a cliff. That must've been where the sniper is concealing himself. He pulled out a pistol from his belt and tried to sight the sniper, but before he could fire a shot the warthog sped by him as his Sgt. scooped him up in one arm while keeping one on the wheel. "Come on rookie!", the Sgt. yelled above the engines as he brought the rookie over his body and slammed him in the side seat. Nixon made it.
Sgt. Dorsett could hardly believe what had just happened. It was so quick. But while he was still wondering a bullet buried itself into the Sergeant's shin. He winced and fell to the ground. He crawled back into the teleportation room and laid himself against the wall. Before he could even relax Lieutenant Noram radioed in on the com link "Sarge, a warthog full of blue's is heading right towards our base!".
Sgt. dragged himself through the teleporter and quickly grabbed a shotgun. He scanned the front of the base and saw nothing. He heard a loud scream in his COM link and some crashing noises from below near the flag. He dropped down to the bottom level of the base and saw the warthog standing over Noram's body. With both the gunner and the rookie in the warthog, but where was the driver? He fired one buck shot at the warthog and heard a loud scream and watched the rookie fall out of the hog, slumped like a rag doll. The other blue swiveled in his turret over to the Sgt. and squeezed down the trigger on the turret for an extended period of time.
The Corporal watched the red Spartan's body twitch on the ground as he relentlessly fired at the carcass. He had killed the rookie. Sure, he'd given the kid hard times, but he cared for him. He released the trigger and slumped down next to the turret. Sgt. Stetz dropped down the ladder and gathered the scene quickly. Nixon was dead and Corporal was in a slump. He placed his hand on the Corporal's shoulder. "I'm sorry..." he mumbled. Corporal raised his head to look at his Sgt. but a shot rang out and the Corporal's head slumped to the side. Sgt. snapped his head back over to the entrance of the base and saw a red with a pistol sighting at the Sergeants head. The Sgt. dropped down to the ground as a shot whizzed by him and imbedded itself into the wall near the flag.
Colonel Jones reloaded his pistol to aim at the blue lying on the ground. He released a slug out and heard it hit the blue in the chest and screamed. He watched the blue slump over to the side. But not before he heard the blue mumble something. "Die you red piece of crap....". The red chuckled until he heard a clinking noise. He looked at his feet to see a grenade. He took one step back but he had no chance. The grenade detonated and his body was mangled in the explosion. Sidewinder was empty. Empty and desolate. Or so we thought.......
A modified, reconnaissance Pelican dropped down into Sidewinder. Three Spartans stepped out. One of the Mark 5's suited up in his customized black armor. A smaller, leaner Spartan was colored a deep, almost blood red, color. The last was suited in the standard olive green color. The Pelican drop ship lifted off into the sky and the Spartan's stood there. Just waiting. The three players were teleported to separate points in Sidewinder. "SLAYER!", the announcer yelled. And so the next game had begun.
Capture The Flag: Ok, So It's Slayer...
Date: 13 August 2004, 3:09 AM
Capture The Flag: Ok...So It's Slayer...
The Spartan dressed in the standard olive green armor teleported to the top story of the red base. He made a quick 360 to make sure nobody was behind him. (Hey, it had happened before...) He noted the M90 8 Gauge Shotgun laying on the floor to his right and exchanged his MA5B Assault Rifle for the heavy-duty weapon. This pump-action M90 was his weapon of choice. He pumped it once and began his descent down the ladder.
The Spartan decorated in the black armor teleported to the tunnel to the right of red base. He saw, directly in front of him, four plasma grenades and clipped them to his belt. He made an about face and instinctively exchanged his M6D Pistol for the M7057 Flamethrower and slung the flame thrower over his back and pulled out is MA5B Assault Rifle. He made his way upward through the tunnels and outside into the cool, crisp air.
The Red Spartan was teleported to the red base (coincidence?) on the bottom floor. She made a 360 and picked up the four M9 HE-DP Fragmentation Grenades and tucked them into her belt. She climbed up to the ladder and grabbed the weapon she knew best. Her S2 AM Sniper Rifle. This baby had been with here through the good and the bad. She grabbed this and dropped here MA5B Assault Rifle. She was highly experienced in long-range tactical battles. Anything close-range, and she was screwed.
The Black Spartan was at the top of the tunnel scanning for the other two. He had to be careful though. This was one death is game over. He had to be cautious around every corner, quiet enough to hear his won heart beat, and quick enough to outrun an M12 Warthog LRV. He crouched behind a rock, scanned once more, and made a silent, mad dash, towards a warthog parked near the red base. He climbed halfway under it and pulled out his MA5B and waited.
The Green Spartan went through the teleporter with his M90 Shotgun in hand. He bolted through the teleporter and made an immediate about face to make sure nobody was behind him. He continued on in a duck walk around the rocks and saw nobody. He made his way through the next teleporter and was now on the red base side. Little did he know, that so was everyone else.
The Red Spartan wasn't stupid. She saw the Black Spartan duck beneath the Warthog, although, she didn't have a clear shot. But then an idea formed in here head. She pulled out her S2 AM Sniper Rifle and aimed for a tire on the vehicle. She had here aim centered and was suddenly punctured by a sister weapon from across the field. Her arm dropped to the side and she ran behind a ledge.
The Green Spartan wasn't a great sharp shooter. He didn't expect himself to get a headshot on that Red Spartan. He thought he'd hit it in the wrist, or somewhere around the area. He tossed the Sniper Rifle to the side and pulled his Shotgun back out.
The Black Spartan saw what had happened and quickly made a scramble from out under the Warthog but was stopped short. Two 14.5mm S2 AM Sniper Rifle bullets had punctured the two wheels on the side he was crawling out from under. It fell on top of and crushed his legs.
The Red Spartan tried to reload as fast as she could with only one useful arm. She was watching the Black Spartan try to scramble out from under the Warthog and almost chuckled out loud, but she kept here composure. She got up and walked to the edge of the base. She steadied the barrel of her rifle against the wall and readied it. She sighted the black armored Spartan and prepared for the headshot. She squeezed down on the trigger but not in time. Another bullet traveled across the field and punctured the Red Spartan's head sending a mist of brains and blood through the air. Her body fell to the ground in a crumpled mass.
The Green Spartan was getting better. He had dealt a headshot to the red armored Spartan and killed here instantly. Now he had to figure out what she was aiming at...
This time the Black Spartan knew where the bullet had come from. He wriggled his way out from under the 6500-pound Warthog and dragged himself into the base. He grabbed a first aid kit and applied some medicines to his hideously disfigured legs. He took his Flamethrower and used the tank of it and put it into his armpit. It worked. It was tall enough to support him as a crutch. He hobbled his way up the ladder and made it to the second story. He hid behind the ledge next to the ladder and used his Flamethrower to rake the Sniper Rifle over to him. He grabbed the Sniper Rifle and steadied it to test its balance. He was good with short-range combat, but he was no rookie when it came to sniping.
The green armored Spartan watched a Flamethrower jut out from behind a ledge and scoop the Sniper Rifle in. He laughed out loud at this. He was ready for anything.
The Black Spartan climbed down the ladder and hobbled his way over to a Warthog outside. It was risky, but if it worked, it would be great. He made his way over to the dead Spartan's body first. He grabbed the corpse, as well as the other sniper rifle. Now he made his way over to the Warthog, making sure he stayed out of view of the other Spartan. He laid the corpse into the warthog and arranged it to make it look like it was driving. He then took the dead Spartans Sniper Rifle and wedged it between the gas pedal and seat as soon as possible. He backed away and watched the warthog drove straight down the field. The trick worked.
The Green Spartan caught something moving to his left. He smirked. It was a Warthog. The Spartan was making a run for it. He clicked into 8x zoom and lead the target slightly. But then he noticed something. That Spartan wasn't black like the other one. This was the dead Spartan. But the thought hardly had time to transfer when a 14.55 mm penetrated the Green Spartans neck and sent a shower of blood and pieces of esophagus around the area.
The Black Spartan smirked at the perfect shot he had let go. "Game Over!"
|
