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Round Story by sleepingdragon80 and bowog the grunt
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Round 1
Date: 24 August 2006, 1:55 pm
Dear Readers,
You may be wondering what this story is really is about. Well, to answer that, we must first explain the writing style that brought it into being. This story writing style is known as a round story. Two or More authors get together and write different chapters, alternating chapters in a set order. Not knowing how many chapters this story will have, means you should expect a chapter or more every Friday until we run out of inspiration. This particular chapter is by bowog the grunt, and the next is by me. Please enjoy the oddness of it all.
Thank You,
Sleepingdragon80
PS-All names are creations of the author. If any names belong to any gamer you might know, they are purely coincidental. (We do not own xbox live and know none of the names. Sorry if we used your name!)
Chapter One
bowog the grunt
One boring day while exploring above the not-so-boring level Foundation, a lone person by the name of 3l33tgam3r117 met another man named Master Chief. The Chief walked up to him and said,
"I must be dreaming; Another SPARTAN? You must be a SPARTAN III. I'm so glad you're here! Come with me." And they were quickly teleported.
Meanwhile…
A pixilated pixie torments an elite name your enemy.
On Earth…
A lone Covenant ship crashes down in a farmland near Chicago, and five Elites known as the RougEntitie's walk out and start arguing.
"I told you to take a left at the last system, not straight!"
"Well SORRY!!! It's not my fault! I had three sanghelli yelling at me!"
"Um, guys? We're out of cheese."
"GREAT!!! NOW what! I doubt this planet has cheese; much less bleu cheese!"
And the leader of them, named,RougEntity-0080 just stood off to the side shaking his head, While the others kept on yelling.
Meanwhile, Back with 3l33tgam3r117…
He and the Master Chief appeared in a strange room that uncannily resembled the Library.
"Thank goodness I found another SPARTAN." Master Chief said after a few moments. "I have had so many problems with this level you wouldn't believe!"
"Is this the Library?" 3l33tgam3r asked tentatively as he looked around.
"Of course it is." Master Chief answered. "You must be one of the SPARTAN III's. What's your name and number?"
3l33tgam3r thought. "Um… Joshua-118." He answered quickly. "What sort of trouble have you had?"
"First of all," Master Chief answered. "Cortana is a horrible dancer."
Flashback
"E4." Cortana whispered.
"You sunk my battleship." The Chief grumbled.
"What was that?" Cortana asked.
"Nothing! Nothing at all." Chief replied sarcastically as he danced across the disco floor, the other dancers (all flood) giving him strange looks, for he seemed to be waltzing with no one. He thought as the song ended and he sat down at an empty table.
"May I take your order?" A sentinel that had floated up next to the table had asked.
"Yes. I think I would like a salad." He replied. The sentinel quickly scribbled down something on a notepad.
"A drink?" It then asked.
"Yes. Water please." He replied.
"Thank you. Your order will ready shortly." The machine added, and skittered back to the kitchen where two gold sentinels were fixing the refreshments. So the Chief sat back, and listened to bowog the grunt work the DJ booth.
Back To Reality
"So this is a dance party on the Library level?" Joshua asked as they waited for their orders.
"Yes. Does that surprise you?" master Chief asked.
"Actually, yes." Joshua replied. "In what I remember, you have to fight your way through overwhelming odds to find this stupid little key."
"That seems rather pointless."
"I agree. It's also the hardest level I ever fought."
"That's strange. This is the easiest one."
Yes, but what made it so hard, was this indestructible ball of light that kept giggling to itself. He's the guy you love to hate."
"You mean the disco ball?"
"Uh…yeah, actually. It is the disco ball. That's weird."
All of a sudden, Sergeant Johnson walked in.
"Oh crud. Come on!" Master Chief said as he stood up and started walking briskly towards the back door.
"What is it?" Joshua asked, running to catch up.
"I'll explain later, just hurry!" the Chief replied. He was already at the door when sarge finally spotted him. The Chief and Joshua ran through a series of hallways until they came to a locked door.
"He's catching up." Joshua warned.
"Just shut up and hand me the sonic screwdriver." Master Chief snapped. They finally got through the door and locked it behind them.
"So why are you running away from sarge?" Joshua asked.
"He won a bet, and I still haven't paid him off." Master Chief explained. "He's gonna have my head!"
To Be Continued….
Round 2
Date: 16 September 2006, 9:13 pm
Chapter Two
Sleepingdragon80
Somewhere on Earth…
"Pixies!" Shouted the demented Elite. "I'll kill the pixies! I'll kill them all!"
A lone Elite by the name of your enemy is out in the middle of no where. He had escaped from an insane asylum on High Charity, stolen a ship, and some how made it to earth. Now he is being tormented by imaginary pixies. No one dares go near, for he is wielding an energy sword. Two humans had already come to close and, being mistaken for pixies, were killed. They lay now on the ground, all others to scared to come and get them. The one thought on everyone's mind was this: we need a SPARTAN or two to get rid of him. So they phoned their local police, who contacted High Command, who called upon the services of a certain Master Chief and his new friend, Joshua (a.k.a. 3l33tgam3r117).
On Halo…
-Beep, Beep, Beep…-
"Hold on a minute. Gotta get this." Mater Chief said as he turned off his external speakers. 3l33tgam3r117 threw up his hands and wandered around the quarters they were sharing on Alpha Base. After a few minutes, Master Chief ended transmission and turned his speakers back on. "Seems like High Command needs us back on earth." He informed 3l33tgam3r. "There is a demented Elite rambling on about pixies that has killed two civilians, and another group of Elites near Chicago yelling something about cheese. They asked us to take care of it. Coming with, Joshua?"
"Sure, why not?" 3l33tgam3r said with a shrug. "There's nothing to do here."
"Oh, they want us to bring along that SPARTAN III we found…what was her name?"
"Sleepingdragon-80." He informed Master Chief.
"Hmmm… Odd name."
"I think we put her in quarter 7-22."
"That's right." Master Chief said to himself. "Lets go get her. The UNSC Frigate "Darkness Abounds" is waiting for us."
Near Chicago…
The five Elites that make up the RougEntites are not just any Elites. No, they are the Covenants version of the SPARTAN's. Taken as children, they underwent so much training they all snapped. Now, with very little augmentation, they are supposedly the most formidable warriors the Covenant has to offer. Their leader, RougEntity-0080, has had enough combat to last for many ages. He has collected his mind enough to know that the Covenant is ashamed of them. So he gathered his Elites up and ran away from the Covenant. That is how they ended up on earth. Now they are debating where they are and if they should leave.
While the others debated, the leader wandered a little ways away and was studying the sky.
He thought as he studied the clouds.
His thoughts were interrupted by the reappearance of his comrades.
"We have decided." The first one said.
"And?" The leader asked.
"We need repairs and more cheese before we go." Another said.
The leader nodded his head gravely and gave his orders. "You 2, start repairs; the rest, We're going shopping."
On Halo…
3l33tgamer knocked on the door of Sleepingdragon80's quarters, and she emerged.
"Ready?" 3l33tgamer asked, and got a curt nod in return. As they walked to the landing pad, he and Sleepingdragon conversed on personal channels, Master Chief unable to hear.
"How were you found?" Sleepingdragon asked.
"I was just wandering around Foundation. The Chief came and teleported me to the Library, and we had to run from sarge."
"The Library? Why did you have to run from sarge? He doesn't get turned into flood."
"This wasn't your normal Library level. In this, it was a huge dance party. Cortana is a horrid dancer, so he needed someone to dance with."
"That's totally crazy. Who would come up with something like that?"
"I heard it was an author named bowog the grunt. Actually, he was working the DJ booth at the party. Coincidence? I think not."
"I know what you mean. Hey… What's your real gamer tag anyways? I highly doubt its Joshua-118."
"Your right. I'm 3l33tgamer117. Call me leet."
"OK leet. I like that name."
"Really?"
"Ok everyone!" Master Chief shouted as they climbed aboard the Pelican. "Next stop, Darkness Abounds!"
Three Months Later,
Aboard Darkness Abounds Orbiting Earth…
The three SPARTAN's stood at attention in the briefing room of the frigate, Darkness Abounds. Cortana had been uploaded as the ships AI, and had received updates about their mission as soon as they had exited Slipspace, and was briefing them.
"OK, SPARTAN's. We have a relatively simple mission ahead of us. As you know, a group of shunned Elites has crashed down near Chicago, in the area formerly known as the United States of America. Last reports indicate they are initiating repairs and,-you wont believe this- shopping for cheese. I think they are planning to leave Earth as soon as they finish repairs on their ship. I also have reports that say they are rather crazy, all but the one that seems to be their leader, so exercise caution. They aren't carrying any weapons, so that should be a plus. Command wants us to capture them, not kill. After this mission, I shall brief you on the next. Any questions?" Stony silence met the statement. "No? OK then. Prepare for drop."
To Be Continued…
Round 3
Date: 28 March 2007, 4:31 pm
Round 3
: This had better work: Thought Master Chief SPARTAN 117 as he stood behind the counter of an abandoned cheese shop wearing a white apron. He had switched most of his MJOLNIR armor for thinner shielding, just in case the Elites decided to use their weapons, but still wore his combat boots and gloves. 3l33tgam3r was dressed the same as Master Chief, and was posing as the assistant. Sleepingdragon80 was hidden near the door waiting for the elites to come in before locking the door behind them and covering them with an assault rifle. They were ready.
With the ring of the door bell, five elites entered. They walked towards the counter in a V formation, with the leader in the front, and were about to speak to the 'shop keeper,' when a shelf fell to the floor.
Authors Note:
This next part may seem kind of rude (because it's rude to stare), for, as you might have guessed by reading the thing in ( ), this next part involves a lot of Clanging and staring. Hang in there with me, for we are going on a wild ride.
End of Authors Note.
Everyone turned and stared. And then another shelf fell right next to it. Once again, everyone turned, and stared. With a clang, yet another shelf fell. Sleepingdragon80 slowly brought her gun to bear on every new noise. It went on like this for quite awhile. Clang, turn, stare. Clang, turn, stare. Until finally, the invisible intruder knocked over a whole set of shelves, and somehow got itself buried underneath them. While it was trying to free itself, Sleepingdragon80 stepped in front of the door, 3l33tgam3r (aka Joshua-118) and Master Chief slipped into the back room to change into their armor, and the elites stood in shock, unable to do anything.
After 10 minutes of staring, gun pointing, and being frozen in place, the thing finally got itself free and turned its active camouflage off. I don't know how it was possible, but Sleepingdragon80's eyes opened even wider. The thing under the active camo, was very… different. The thing seemed to be about the size of a 12 year-old human child in MJOLNIR armor. It had a pistol strapped to its side, and had a modified battle rifle strapped to its back. About that time, Master Chief and Joshua came bursting from the back room in full armor, making the elites jump, but they never took eyes off of the small Spartan. When the Spartan saw the Master Chief and 3l33tgam3r, it did the strangest thing, saluted.
"It's a Spartan?" the Chief asked no one in particular.
"Evidently." Sleepingdragon80 replied, never lowering her weapon. "I think you should ask who he is."
So with a heavy sigh, the Master Chief strode over the small Spartan. "State your name and number, soldier!" The Chief yelled sharply.
"Kevin, SPARTAN 059, sir!"
"You can't be a Spartan! You're too young." Joshua exclaimed.
"Take your helmet off soldier! You are to always address me without your helmet in a non-hostile environment, understand?!?" Chief said.
"I understand you, sir!" And so Kevin took his helmet off. Everyone gasped. For, under the helmet, was the face of a six grade level child. At that very moment, Kevin saw the elites and drew his pistol. But Master Chief stepped between them and said, "It's okay son, their with us, in a way."
Two Hours Later…
To fill Kevin in on what had happened so far, they all moved into the back room of the cheese shop and arranged themselves around a table, then told him the story while the elites were looking around for cheese, every now and then announcing their opinion, whether they had been listening or not, much to the annoyance of the chief.
"So, what I understand is, that these elites crash land on earth, they're looking for cheese, and the government sent you three Spartans out to take them into custody." Kevin stated after hearing the entire story (which took awhile).
"Correct." Said Master Chief. " Now, why are you here, and why are you so… young?"
"I can't give that information. I can say that High Command sent me to give you a hand."
"Why wasn't I…"
"Raxacorikafallapatorious!"
"WHAT???" They all scream at the black-armored elite standing in the corner, chewing on a hunk of bread.
"That's what I said. Raxacorikafallapatorious. It's the planet we're trying to go to. They have lovely cheese there." The elite said thoughtfully.
"As I was saying…"
"Isn't it Raxacorikafallapatoria?" A white-armored elite said.
"No, its Raxacorikafallapatorious." The black one replied.
"I've always heard it pronounced Raxacorikafallapatoria." The white elite stated plainly.
"ENOUGH, ENOUGH, ENOUGH, ENOUGH!!!!!" Sleepingdragon80 yelled, silencing them. "JUST LOOK AT A MAP, AND GET IT OVER WITH!!!!"
"Why don't you make us?" The white one asked.
The arguing went on for 10 minutes, before an elite in pink-armor said, "What's that noise?"
To Be Continued…
Authors Second Note:
It's been forever, but here is the third chapter in the exciting series starring Master Chief, 3l33tgam3r117, and Sleepingdragon80! If you were wondering how to pronounce Raxacorikafallapatorious, or Raxacorikafallapatoria, break it down, and pronounce it as it's spelled.
Dedicated to Kevin, the sixth grader who was smart enough to realize he was too old for the SPARTAN program.
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