Saturday, October 30, 2004

   Well, I've had better days.
Halo 2 isn't far away people. REPENT THE END OF THE WAIT FOR HALO 2 IS NIGH! ...Hope I spelt that right. Eh well, so hows everybody been doing?
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Monday, October 25, 2004

   SVC Chaos is the awesomeness!
Man fun game. I haven't been up to much bought Dragon Ball GT Final Bout, Rise Against, and SVC. Well worth the money. But now no Metroid Prime 2!!! NOOOOO! Heh heh. Laters.
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Sunday, October 24, 2004

   Here's the last part of Shadow Spear.
“Wake and shake it. We’re ready to move.” Delano opened his eyes. First he could only see splotches of color, but like a puzzle, it slowly became clear. He painfully arose from the ground with Michael’s help. Base had already been set up, turrets and all.
“How long have I been out?”
“Approximately, 10 minutes.” Sure enough, the mission clock on his visors screen said +10min.
“Okay, since you all set up without me, I guess we’re ready to go. Anybody been on recon?” Sarah saluted him.
“Go ahead, and one more thing, don’t go all G.I. here. We’re nowhere near any other military personnel.”
“Yes, sir. Sorry. First off, I found the complex. It’s in the center of the city. I figured out a route for us to take, whenever your ready.” Delano looked at Michael and Sam.
“Blast anything that comes close and make sure, if that happens, the gun has a silencer. Do not, open fire with the turrets unless your cover is blown.”
“I got it, but be careful on the way out, I got anti-personnel all around here. Just in case one of them tries to flank us.” Michael told him with a self-satisfied look on his face.
“I’ll cover you with the sniper rifle, if your spotted and they try to ambush you. I’ll radio in.” Sam told him.
“All right, let’s get this done. Sarah take point.” She nodded. A moment later she became a blur and Delano had to engage his thermograph just to see her. Delano booted up his cloaking shield and followed her heat signature. She led him down a hill and to a wall which separated them from the city. He gave her a boost over the wall and she helped him up when she was on top.
T’Lan were sparse, not many guards or any on patrol. A ventilation shaft was exposed on the side of the building. Only one T’Lan warrior was on guard by it. Should be easy. They quickly made their way across to the shaft. When they reached the shaft the guard was still there. Delano picked up a rock and tossed it down a nearby alley. The T’Lan snapped to attention and darted off. A few other T’Lan followed.
“Nice, tear it off we don’t have much time.” Sarah complied and ripped the vent cover off and they crawled inside.
J’San, walked back to his post. Something was different though. The nearly nine feet tall warrior bent down and looked at the ground. Nothing. He looked at the vent cover and in several spots it was loose, he pulled a bit on it and it fell, there were intruders.
At the end of the shaft there was a smaller vent cover. No more need for the cloaks now. Shooting was now cleared. Delano took an optical probe from one of his supply pouches and pushed it through the grating. Clear of soldiers but there was a flashing. He moved the probes camera down. A mine lay there, they must’ve been spotted. He turned toward Sarah.
“Okay I’ll take a grenade and toss it down the hall, when it goes off there’s bound to be T’Lan waiting for us. I’ll drop the pin on the mine which will set that off. Then, I’ll give you covering fire as you run into the throne room and capture the Prophet, got it?” She nodded. “Well, here we go.” He pulled out the grating and set it aside. He then tossed the grenade down the hall and there was an uproar of surprised T’Lan, followed by an explosion, flying bodies, and yet another explosion.
“Move it,” they hopped out of the shaft and Sarah took off behind him. It was quiet now.
“Michael, Sam, you hear me?” He said into his radio.
“I hear you, Michael here. What’s up?”
“Prepare extraction, we’re coming out soon and it’s going to be hot. Tell Sam he’s cleared to snipe.”
“Roger that.” Delano switched off his radio and leveled his assault rifle. As slowly as he could he walked down the hall. A scorch mark from the grenade was at the end of the hall with all of the bodies. The next turn about a dozen T’Lan were waiting for him. Delano sidestepped behind the wall as they opened fire at him.
“Sarah hurry up!” He yelled to her down the hall. Footsteps indicated that the T’Lan were advancing on him. He turned off the safety to his weapon and opened fire on the T’Lan. A few stray plasma shots skimmed his shields but they were to surprised to take a true aim. Delano didn’t bother to aim either, he emptied the full seventy-five round clip in the small hall. A few T’Lan were still alive. He dropped his assault rifle and pulled out his sidearm. He shot twice at the closest T’Lan which was advancing on him.
The second T’Lan took up a flanking position and barreled him over as soon as the other warrior fell. It reached it’s hand around his neck and squeezed the air from him. From the corner of Delano’s eye he could see Sarah already on the way. He punched the warrior and he hit the wall but sprang back at him. As quickly as he could he got up and thrust his head into the warriors stomach. It fell to the ground and Delano picked up his pistol and shot him.
“You okay, Delano?”
“I’m fine, that him?” He looked at the alien hanging from her shoulders, it was unconscious.
“Yeah, lets get back to the Griffin.” He nodded and stayed a few paces ahead of her. No more T’Lan inside this level of the building. The glass doors at the end of the hall were unlocked. He opened them and walked out. As soon as he took his first step out his radio buzzed. He began to reach for his radio when a T’Lan warrior fell from a window at the second level of the building and wrestled him to the ground.
Delano was startled and motionless for a minute. He balled his fists but the warrior punched him first. The visor shattered from the punch the alien threw. Shards of glass scraped Delano’s face and he felt the warmth of his blood on his face. The next thing he heard was a loud, roar from the T’Lan as it fell to his side. A black blood covered the T’Lan from a knife. It had to be Michael. Sure enough, he was holding out his hand.
“Thanks for the help.” Delano took his hand and he helped him up. The Prey landed a few yards from them and Sam helped Sarah take the Prophet inside of the ship. Michael and Delano got on last.
“We’ll get you checked at the infirmary when we get back to the ship.” Sam told him.
“Thanks, Sam. I’m going to sleep, wake me up when we get back.” Delano pulled off his helmet and laid it down in the seat beside him and fell asleep.
A few days later, in the infirmary, Delano got a call. He tapped a button and saw Sam’s solemn face on the view screen.
“What’s going on?”
“I’ve just got this footage from Captain Foley, take a look.” The picture changed to show the Prophet and several Marines, including Captain Foley were interrogating the Prophet.
“Can we compromise any sort of peace between us?”
“No, my people believe that you’re the only species that has the power to combat us. So when the Prophet’s decided not to go to war but begin negotiations. The military wouldn’t stand for it. They began mutiny and launched a preemptive strike on your people. I can’t do anything to change their minds. The only way you’ll ever get rid of them is if you kill them, each and every one of them.” Foley sighed.
“And this is the truth?”
“Yes, what I say is true.” The video was cut off and he saw Sam again.
“I can’t believe it. All we did was capture a politician with no power over his people. What a way to go.”
“Sorry Delano. At least we tried.”
“Yeah, I’m gonna knock out. Talk to you later.” The video and audio feed ended and he laid back down on the bed.
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Friday, October 15, 2004

   Well, I now present to you, the first part of Shadow Spear. Hope you like it.
The Griffin, a Human Alliance cruiser, was in orbit above Djunn, the home world of the species known as the T’Lan. They were keen to destroy the human race, but the Griffin was here to insure that the T’Lan would never achieve that goal. So far everything was quiet, no shots had been exchanged, so far. They used a type of plasma as a weapon. A green blob of plasma would come out of the orbital guns when they fire, which they haven’t fired yet. They hadn’t noticed the Alliance cruiser, so far this was going well.
Delano, leader of the Marine’s elite team, Shadow Spear, checked his assault rifle’s ammo for the second and last time, you could never be too careful in situations like this. Although he was a little nervous, he had the right to be. He wasn’t just going behind enemy lines, it was like he was sneaking in their house and praying they wouldn’t notice him.
His small band of the Alliance’s best Marines consisted of some of his closest friends. Michael, was a master with a combat knife, Delano had once seen him cut perfectly through things so small it was hard to believe. Sam, he had always been the best at protecting a command post by setting up complicated perimeter defenses, like mines and stationary turrets. That’s why Sam was usually left to protect any kind of base. Then there was Sarah, she was a master at stealth and hand-to-hand combat. Last of all, himself, Delano. After so many victorious ground engagements with the T’Lan, he was appointed the team leader of Shadow Spear.
Hopefully, this would be the last mission they would have to embark on. In essence, it seemed simple. Although complications would always be able to rise. Like Captain Forrester had told Delano in boot camp, “whatever can go wrong, will go wrong.” This was a mission where he hoped nothing would go wrong. They were to infiltrate an enemy complex and attain a Prophet. A religious and political figure in the T’Lan’s eyes. If they obtained the Prophet, it was possible, they could negotiate with him, and the war would end.
The hangar’s doors parted and Djunn flooded the view from the small Prey drop ship. Delano did one last diagnostic on his battle suit’s shields. As usual, they were fine. The battle suit was a perfect black, made of the toughest metal known to man. Whoever wore it had to be extensively trained to even move in it. The helmet had a visor to protect from muzzle flashes or any sort of damaging light and tubing that allowed oxygen inside the helmet. For this mission, the armor’s shields were augmented with light refracting technology. Stealth was the key and this gave them an edge.
The pilot removed the locking clamps to the Prey and they lifted off. That was Delano’s cue to debrief the team on their mission.
“Okay troops, simple procedure. This is a stealth mission, so we get in, get out, and pray that we don’t have to use our weapons. We’ll be going inside of a building, it’s large, so we’ll know which one at the drop. We capture a Prophet, a small T’Lan, dressed in royal looking garb. All that stuff. Then, well, we call for extraction and make a break for the extraction point. Got it?”
“Yes, sir,” Sam, Michael, and Sarah all said in unison.
“We’re coming up on Djunn, sir,” the pilot said to Delano and the team. “Prepare the landing sequence and do a radar sweep of the LZ,” he said to the copilot.
“You heard him guys. Lock and load. Michael and Sam you set up base at our LZ, Sarah and me, we’ll be the ones to go retrieve the Prophet.”
“Yes, sir.” The plan was all figured out, now time to put it in action.
“They’ve detected us, prepare for evasive!” The pilot yelled.
“Brace for impact!” The first wave of plasma hit the hull of the Prey. The cockpit was instantly disintegrated.
“We’re dropping now! Move!” Delano released the straps that confined him to the seat. He sprang from his seat and smacked the emergency release on the drop doors. Correspondingly, they quickly parted and the daylight flooded in.
Sarah was the first to jump, followed by Sam and then Michael. Delano was the last to jump and as soon as he felt the force of gravity pulling him down to the ground another wave of plasma bombarded the Prey. It fell down to the ground in a smoldering heap of metal. The next thing Delano knew, his face smacked the visor and he went unconscious.
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Wednesday, October 6, 2004

   Oh yeah, new story coming up...I gave up on Halo 2...No one really cared...*sob*
Oh well, it's called "Shadow Spear," I wrote it for my English class. It's pretty much a lot like Halo, but it's not. I'll post it, later on.
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Tuesday, October 5, 2004

   Another day in the boring life of me! Ethan!
Well, I'm still trying to figure out who to ask a girl out if she already likes a guy. I don't know. I'm not that great with women. Well, on contrary, I'm good at getting girls on the internet sometimes. But hell, that's for just role playing and junk. I don't know how to tell Chelsea how I feel. I mean, damn. I've never spent hours hours trying to sleep but I couldn't because she was on my mind... Hell I don't know how to tell her at all. Wish I knew though. But... Oh well...
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Monday, October 4, 2004

   ARGH!!!!! I HATE SOCIAL STUDIES....portfolios....
............I'm 14 I don't give a damn about politics. Ugh, oh well. Must go on...Never listen to music at 12:00 at night any more. Get sleep. So tired. Must do work. Woooooooooork....Wooooooooork....Ughhhhh....
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Thursday, September 30, 2004

   ...I don't give a damn about the war...I NEED MORE INFO DARN IT!!!
Oh well, I'm so bored. Been playing with my new Halo toy! Yep, sad huh? Eh, guess I could just watch the debate...Ack so boring... Only talking about the war... Forget it, must do something... Good bye.
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Tuesday, September 28, 2004

   "Oops. I forgot." Caboose after shooting Tucker with the tank.
Yeah, I forgot my Science homework, again. I got a bit done. But I just had to forget. Dumbass me. Oh well. Got a lot of homework. Gotta go do it.
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Monday, September 27, 2004

   Huh...I'm not too bright...
Momentum=mass*velocity....Gosh dang. Why is these things so complicated...Sounds easy but the examples don't look like that...Maybe I'm stupid...Or just...Not too bright...Eh well, I'll figure it out. Laters.
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