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Journals of the Doomed by Gasmask
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Journals of the Doomed
Date: 27 December 2001, 1:26 AM
Journal of Private Salak, Robert A.
3 hours before landing of ring world
Date: July 27, 2895
>KZZZZZZ<
Is this thing on? Testing, one, two, three. My name is Robert
Arthur Salak. This journal is to be despatched to my parents in case
of my death, along with my remains. The Pillar of Autumn will soon
arrive at its destination. Whether the Covenant will be there or not
is a mystery. Sergeant Hawk isn't that worried. He says that if the
Covenant are there, they won't take us down without a fight. That's
true, but it doesn't keep me from worrying. We were trained to be the
best of the best, but we're only human. We do have this strange
feeling that sergeants don't know about. It's called fear.
I've been walking around the ship in my spare time, thinking
about what's to come. I don't know what will happen to us. We will
just have to face it when it comes.
I have been hanging around the cryo bay, and I saw him. The Master
Chief. Sole SpartanII survivor of the battle at Reach. I hope that if
we end up in trouble, he'll be there with us.
I made friends with an ordinance tech today. His name was Sam
Collins. He said he'd helped put the Chief down for his little nap,
and heard all of the stories about him. He seems pretty cool. Some
of the other marines,especially Joe Karmak, poke fun at me for making
friends with a civilian. I argued that civilians are people to, but
they didn't seem to care. I spoke with the sarge,and he said that
we'd be out of our jump in three hours. I hope so. Space travel makes
me want to puke.
>KZZZZZZ<
End Transmission.
Journal of Private Salak, Robert A.
2 hours after the landing on ring world
>KZZZZZ< I am weak and tired, journal. We have landed on a
strange ring world. It is beautiful and horrifying at the same time.
I have seen pictures of Earth, and imagine it to be like this world,
only a sphere, not a ring. It is also horrifying because of what we
have found here. But first, let me tell you of how I got of the
Pillar of Autumn.
The ordinance techs awakened the Master Chief and got him battle
ready. After they finished the tests, the main tech in the enclosed
balcony was killed by several Covenant Elite troopers. It was Sam. I
know because I ran over his broken, bleeding body trying to get to a
life pod.
It was a heated battle to get out. I lost several of my friends,
Jason Argo, Tom Mertens, and Billy Connella. The rest of my squad
made it out. We were trapped in the mess hall, at first. We were
surrounded. Suddenly, the Master Chief appeared from the bridge, and
helped us out. I'm not sure if we would have made it if it weren't
for him. Anyway, my squad and a lot of other marines boarded a life
pod, and we shot off. None too soon, either. A Covenant boarding
craft had used the airlock behind us, and hoards of enemies emerged.
The Covenant ships fired at us, but missed. I can't say the same for
the next pod, however.
We came into the atmosphere of the ring, and made a rough
landing. We were battered up a bit, but we were all right. We moved
out and into a group of high rocks, where we held position. Soon, a
Covenant drop ship landed, and sent out a few troops. One of my
sniper friends, David Hileke, nailed four of them, and the rest of us
mopped up. Then the ship returned, and dropped off another load. None
too soon, the cavalry arived. It was the Master Chief again, and he
was in a Warthog this time. His gunner helped mow down the aliens
while the Chief jumped out and helped.
After several of theses skirmishes, a Pelican appeared, and we all
jumped in, except the Chief and gunner. Cortana, the ship's AI, said
that they wer going to look for more survivors.
The drop ship dropped us off at a mountain cave, which is our
base of operations now. All the surviving marines and crew are here
now, except the Chief and his squad. I wonder what they're up to?
It's getting dark, and I'd better get some sleep.
>KZZZZZZ<
End transmission.
Journals of the Doomed: Part 2
Date: 27 December 2001, 3:35 pm
Journal of Private Salak, Robert A.
9 hours after landing of ring world
Date: July 28, 2895
Journal, today I learned a little bit more about the Master Chief.
I was working by his side today as reinforcements at a gravity lift
to get inside a Covenant ship, the Truth and Reconciliation. Around
us were strewn bodies of Covenant grunts, jackals, elites, and even
two hunters. When we got inside the gravity lift, we were pulled up
into the ship. When we arrived, there was no Covenant resistance
around, but all of the doors were locked. Uploading audio recording
now:
>KZZZZZZ<
Cortana: No Covenant forces detected.
Bob Thomas: No Covenant? Maybe nobody's home.
Master Chief: Stay sharp.
Jim Kamonski: I have a bad feeling about this.
David Hileke: Shut up! I hear something.
Robert Salak: What is that?
>BIIIINNNGGGG< (Doors on either side of the room open)
>DDDDDOW! DDDDDDDDOW!< >Tink, tink, tinkle, tink<
(Covenant swordsman falls to the ground)
Jim: Nice one, M.C.!
Bob: CONTACTS! LOTS OF CONTACTS!
Me: No Covenant! You had to open your mouth!
David: Arg! >DDDDDDDOW< Eat that!
Me: Dave, you all right?
David: Yeah, just got some plasma scoring.
>DDDDOOOW< >DDDDDDDOW<
Jim: Got 'em!
Bob: Cover me!
Jim: You always were hapless, Bob.
>DDDDDOOOOWWW< >DDDDDDOOOOWWW<
Grunt: Heads up! >WHIIIIFFFF<
M.C. :Move it! Get away from that thing!
Bob : Son of a gun, get the **** thing off me!
>KRA-BOOOOOM!<
Bob: EARRRRGGGG!
Jim: Right, eat this! >DDDDDDDDOOOOOWWWW<
>FFW>>>>
>FFW>>>>
>FFW>>>>
Master Cheif: Hileke, Salak, move to either sides of the door and
hold position. I'm going to draw the invisible elite's fire. Help me
take them out.
David: Gotcha!
Me: Rojer that, M.C.
>HISSSSS< (door opens)
Elites: Growwwwwllllll
M.C.: Now!
>DDDDDDOOOOOWWWW< >TINK, TINKLE, TINK<
Elite 1: REAAAAARRRRRG!
>ZZZOW< >ZZZOW< >ZZZOW<
David: Arg! I'm hit!
Me: David!
>DDDDDDOOOOOWWWW<
David: I'm all right. Thanks, Master Chief!
>KSSSZZZIISSHHH< ( Cell bay doors open )
Captain Keyes: Coming here was reckless, and you should know
better. Thanks.
>FFW>>>>
>FFW>>>>
>FFW>>>>
Cortana: Captain! Hunters!
>SSSMMMMMACKKKKK!< (Keyes drives Covenant drop ship into hunters,
killing them)
David: Nice one sir!
Keyes: Time for a little payback.
>End Recording<
I know I skipped a bit, but the battle details would bore you.
Anyway, the Captain piloted a Covenant drop ship to our base of
operations to get ready for the next mission. If things go the way
that they have been, it won't be easy.
>End Transmission<
Journals of the Doomed: Part 3
Date: 28 December 2001, 4:17 pm
ÝÝÝÝJournal of Private Salak, Robert A.
ÝÝÝÝ72 Hours after landing of Halo
ÝÝÝÝNovember 30, 2889
ÝÝÝÝJournal, today we have made a discovery. We discovered the
location of the control room of Halo. Halo is this ring world that
we're on. Cortana said that the Covenant believes that whoever
controlls Halo controls the fate of the universe. If it is some kind
of weapon, the Covenant are bound to use it against us. I just pray
every day that we will get there first. My Bible is getting rather
tattered, and I'm almost out of tape. Anyway.
ÝÝÝÝThis morning, we stormed the beach to activate what the Covenant
call the "Silent Cartographer." There were a lot of elites, grunts,
and jackals. If the Master Chief weren't there, the rest of us
Marines would have been toasted. The marines drew the alien's fire,
while the M.C. flanked and pitched grenades. The man is unstoppable.
After we cleared the area of hostiles, a Pelican, Echo 4-19, dropped
off its Warthog. The Chief climbed into the driver seat, I was
gunner, and David Hileke was passenger, this time sporting his
beloved sniper rifle. We went around the bend, and there was a small
group of Jackals there. The Chief ran two over, David nailed three
with his sniper rifle, and I got a few with the cannon. We stormed up
the beach, and stopped at an artificial cliff edge. There were about
thirty hostiles. David hopped out and opened up with his pistol, I
mowed down grunts with the cannon, and the M.C. took out several
elites with grenades and his assault rifle. The master chief then did
something I never expected. We all went down the corridors of the
cliff, in the Warthog! That was the bumpiest ride in my life. There
were plenty of baddies at the end. David and I nailed a few, but the
Master Chief was relentless on the little scum. Before we could go
through the door that led to the Cartographer, the Covenant locked
the door. Cortana couldn't open it. The M.C. told us to hold
position, because he was going to deactivate the security systems.
ÝÝÝÝIt was an hour before the door opened,and a swordsman elite popped
out. We gunned him down, throwing our cards down to get to our
weapons. It was too bad, too. I had a flush. I could have won back
the cigars I lost do David. Oh, well.
ÝÝÝÝThe Master Chief said for us to go outside, and that Echo 4-19
would pick us up. I wanted to argue, but thought better of it. It
would be harder to detect one man than three, and the Chief doesn't
exactly need back up. We were picked up, and dropped off back at
base. The pilot said that she needed to pick up the M.C. and the
Warthog. "Fine by me," I said, "I'm dead tired."
Now, I'm going to find a nice, comfortable rock, and go to sleep.
>End Transmission<
Journals of the Doomed: Part 4
Date: 28 December 2001, 5:21 pm
Journal of Private Salak,Robert A.
96 hours after the landing of Halo
December 1, 2889
Journal, I am shivering around a small fire inside our cave. The
weather has made a sudden turn for the worse, as our mission today
seemed to do. Today, I, David, Thomas Johnson, and Al Shepherd were
on our way to support the Master Chief, when we were engaged by
Covenant Banshees. Banshees are sleek attack fighters used by the
Covenant. Anyway, we went down, and the Master Chief worked his way
down to us by going through the Super structure on his way to the
control room. Before we went down, our pelican dropped of our
Scorpion tank, and we jumped out for dear life. Sergeant Hawk was
there with us. We held our position, waiting for the Master Chief,
when suddenly another Banshee appeared. Thomas grabbed the Jackhammer
(a.k.a. "Spanker") rocket launcher, and nailed it. That brought a
little bit of trouble. Elites in Ghosts and a swarm of grunts showed
up. I jumped in the tank's gunner port, and shot down two ghosts
with the main cannon. David nailed six grunts with two sniper shots
(good, isn't he?) while Thomas, Al, Srg. Hawk and I took out the rest
of the ground forces. We kept waiting, wondering if the Chief was
dead, when he showed up. The Chief could man both the driving and the
gunning of the tank because of his suit, so he was in the tank, while
the rest of us hopped on. We drove on to the next partition, where
another large force appeared. Roughly 20 grunts, 8 elites, three
manned turrets, and two Covenant death tanks. The M.C. took out the
tanks and ran over a bunch of guys, while the rest of us moppe up. We
drove down a large corridor, and the Chief hopped out. "Stay there,"
he ordered. He activated a holo pannel, which opened a 25 meter high
blast door blocking our way. We drove through the corridor, keeping
constant vigilance. There was a chasm with enemies on our side and on
the other side. There was one bridge between it. There were also two
plasma turrets on either side of it. The Chief took them out with the
main turret, while we marines concentrated on the little scum. David
was in his element. He sniped three elites, ten grunts, and a hunter
from across the bridge. We crossed, and met enemy fire. The chief ran
over the other hunter, and just oblitterated the last group of
enemies with the main cannon. We went through another long passage.
We had several other skirmishes, until we got to a point where we
couldn't drive the tank anymore. We hopped off, and ran through the
obstacles. There were hoardes of enemies over the next ridge. The
Master Chief had picked up a rocket launcher earlier, and took out
turrets and aliens. We gave him backup so he could flank and surprise
his targets. After what seemed like an eternity, we moved into the
building. We had several other skirmishes, and we finally found the
controll room. Or, I should say, the Master Chief found it. He
ordered us to stay behind and wait for pickup. We were picked up 20
minutes later, and were taken back to H.Q. I had frostbite in my
fingers, and the med techs fixed me up. It's rather cold, and it's
my night for watch. I'll right mor tomorrow.
>End Transmission<
Journals of the Doomed: Part 5
Date: 28 December 2001, 7:30 pm
Journal of Private Salak, Robert A.
101 Hours After the landing of Halo
December 1, 2889
Things are grim, journal. The Captain has been recaptured, and a
team of Marines went into the strange structure where the Covenant
took him, and never returned. The Master Chief was then inserted to
find the Captain and what happened to the squad. He worked solo on
this mission, and recovered a tape of some new kind of alien called
the Flood. The flood are a parasitic race, preying on other species.
The Chief found out that the Flood have taken over the bodies of the
squad, mutating them into horrid monsters. There are many other
infested soldiers in the installation. The Master Chief barely got
out. Srg. Hawk, I, and the rest of my squad moved in to investigate,
shotguns at the ready. Suddenly, Flood jumped us. They were
everywhere. Then the Chief emerged from the structure. We moved
through the swamp, to a tall structure. Then, an AI talked to the
Chief, and he was gone. We were fighting for our lives. Thomas went
down, as did Al, Johnny, and Sam. David, Srg. Hawk and I were the
only survivors. If Echo 4-19 hadn't shown up soon, we'd just be
corpses floating in the swamp. We re-located to the cave, where the
last of the survivors were. There was about 17 left. They said they
were forced to kill some unknown aliens, and then recognized the
dogtags around their bloody necks. The men were shattered. I'm not
sure how much longer we can hold out. We're low on ammo, low on
food, and low on morale. I'm ready to die. I'm prepared. But I won't
go without a fight.
>End Transmission<
Journals of the Doomed: Part 6
Date: 29 December 2001, 11:04 pm
Journal of Private Salak, Robert A.
125 Hours after the landing of Halo
December 2, 2889
Journal, I am crouched in the corridors of the Pillar of Autumn. I
found the ship, and moved inside it by using a climbing line. The
Covenant and the Flood were soon to move in after me. Neither species
has found me. I am under the floor boards of an escape craft. I can't
fly it out because I don't have the training. It is sound proof down
here, so I can make this recording. I can hear them day and night.
There have been a lot of skirmishes outside. I'm not sure if I can
survive much longer. I am getting low on rations and water.
What's that?
>Clunk< >Clunk< >Clunk<
Readers! This man's fate is up to you! I am holding a vote until
9:00 tonight on his fate. Will he live and escape? Will the Covenant
find him and kill him? Or will the Flood find him and give him a fate
worse than death. I await your responses at tiger@louisiana.com
Stewart Screpetis
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