The Monster Inside Of Us -- Reboot

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So, what does everyone think so far? What is missing ? What should be replicated? What do you think it should have, storywise? I'd love the feedback!

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The Monster Inside Us - Part 1





The pelican landed in the hangar, its large frame a relaxing sight to Nigel. The sounds of crews and engineers working on the other ships in By Dawn's Light filled his ears, but he quickly shut off the audio system to his helmet and turned on the squad's communication system.
He turned to the other spartans around him.
Like Nigel, they were bulking men, covered in miscellaneously colored armor and carrying assorted weaponry, from M739 SAWs to M392 DMRs. Nigel himself preferred a DMR, but the others preferred something more heavy .
The scout, armor laden in Crimson paint and silver detailing, as per the spartan's choice, spoke first.
"So, what the heck are we doing here?"
Z-19 grumbled, his voice rather static-y over the helmet comms.
"Well," the recruit, Murp-873, responded, "We're here to look for Insurrectionists and their *** alien allies."
Z-19 scoffed, barely audible, but loud enough for Nigel to pick up on.
"I don't get this. We're way the heck out in the middle of nowhere, on what, account of some [dang] Smugglers doing business?"
Joe, the blue spartan, whose armor was rather similar to Nigel's armor as they both chose the exact shade of blue, spoke up.
"Look, Z, we all know why we're here. We're a team of five Spartan-ivs. The UNSC spared us for one recee op and a potential clean house. Just to weaken any hostile defenses," and at a slight cut-off, almost disappointment Nigel noted, added, "then the marines take 'em."
The final member of the group, Survivor-11, chuckled a bit, a grim sound Nigel rarely recognized as good.
"That's if this influx of activity is even anything," he noted.
"If," Nigel emphasized. The loadmaster made motioning movements at the team, and Nigel turned back on his comms.
"Well. Here we go," Survivor muttered, and took the lead. The Fireteam followed Survivor onto the pelican, his white armor appearing as though silver in the lighting of the hangar bay. They walked up the ramp, their boots echoing loudly against the metallic grates.
Nigel sat down on one of the seats, and drooped his head backwards.
"All comfy back there?" The pilot said, an Italian accent clearly present as she started up the pelican and turned it out of the hangar.
The Fireteam removed their helmets, dropping the helmets, alongside their weapons, on the metal flooring of the ship.
"All right. Here's the mission," Survivor said, flicking on a holo-display image. It zoomed in on a town, rather large, but still far behind in the day and age.
"This is where the majority of activity has been noted. UNSC command believes this town to be a staging ground for ex-Covenant and Insurrection forces as they plan to lead a fresh campaign," he stopped, and added darkly, " believe." A stuttering Z-19 stopped as he heard it emphasized, and pulled out his dagger, fidgeting with the curved weapon in his hands. Nigel always wondered the story behind it, as it seemed to he of sentimental value to the man.
But, he realized, it was probably an heirloom from a passed family member or some sort, so he shrugged it off for most times.
"Nigel and I will scout the town, and the surrounding area will be scouted by Murp, Joe, and Z. Report back at 1600 hours. Rondevous at beacon upon established time. Got it?" Survivor continued.
"Yes, sir!" The fireteam said in unison, their voices echoing through oust the hollow pelican.
"All right, gents, we're nearing Dordus. Comms'll be silent so send activate the beacon and I'll come pick you up."
Nigel looked down at the large crate laid on the floor of the pelican, the communications beacon and array. The pelican slowly began its decent to the planet, and Nigel reached to his helmet. He picked up his DMR, and the team got into formation as the pelican slowed, eventually a loud series of thuds implying the landing gear had been deployed, and the ship stopped.
The ramp eased downward, a series of hisses and creaks as the metal moved downwards and eventually dug into the soft soil of Dordus, finally stopping.
"Move!" Survivor shouted, and the team jogged out of the pelican, taking up defensive positions.
"You never know when disaster might strike," Wally always said to Nigel.
Nigel thought Survivor took that ideal a bit too far, but nonetheless, the team secured the surrounding hillside and came to the conclusion no army of half-armed men would charge shouting "Bonazai" and wielding magnums would attack them, as Joe had put it.
Sometimes Nigel worried about that man. The team got to work setting up a beacon. It was a rather large antenna with a control console.
This would be where they would meet up later.
"Well, what're yall waiting for?" Survivor snapped as they finished, and the Fireteam dispersed.
The planet was beautiful. As Nigel and Survivor followed the holomap to the Capitol, Nigel took in the breathtaking countryside.
It was beautiful. Pink and blue flowers blossomed everywhere, with a wonderful orange sun shining onto the planet, and small animals much like a rabbit grazed through the meadows. Hills rolled up and down the planet, with the flowers and tall grass littering it, with an occasional pink and green tree sprouting up. Nigel noticeably admired it, and was very confident Survivor, too, was admiring it, despite his silence.
It was near 0100 hours when they reach
the Capitol. Light shone dimly through the night, and upon closer inspection Nigel realized it was rather of poor design.
It had walls around it, most likely to keep predators out, and the buildings themselves appeared to be small, wood and stone built structures with very little interior space.
"So?" Nigel asked as they set up camp, breaking out some MREs and watching the city on a cliff.
"So i think it'a the perfect hiding spot," Survivor said, and began to explain.
He noted the mass of freighters and the metal spaceport, but the lack of metal anywhere else besides the occasional house, which he described as the largest, and most strategic house as each house had cover for bombardment from above, was positioned perfectly to be a bunker, protecting what he couldn't tell, but probably a command center as the building seems to be laden in heavy metals.
Nigel took this interestingly, intrigued and impressed.
"Get some sleep," he said, standing up and grabbing his rifle for watch.
He stood, fidgeting around, tossing a fee stones around as he stood watch, Survivor sitting upright, miraculously asleep. Nigel heard the stories.
Survivor had lost his team on Earth during the Invasion and failed to save them, as he had been asleep when the attack happened. Nigel had heard from a few ODST that Survivor had sworn never to let a fellow soldier die for a dumb reason in combat.
Nigel reasoned this as to why Survivor seemingly volunteered the new Fireteam for this mission, and why he was taking it so seriously.
The next few days went by without a hitch, an occasional communications exchange with the others as they watched and observed. A camp had been found by Joe, weird enough, but was just another settlement.
But then, on the fourth day, a shocking transpiring happened. To Nigel's surprise, a Survivor "I told you so" and a few hours of red eyes from Nigel rubbing them, a phantom had appeared.
A Covenant phantom had arrived on Dordus.
And it carried warriors.

The Monster Inside Us Part 2



"What is it?" Joe asked, leaning in on the communications device.
The device was blocky, with a short antenna for planet wide communication, and it laid on a rather large rock.
"I don't know," Murp said, puzzled.
The device emitted static, expect for a few bursts of a distressed Nigel.
Murp thought he heard Nigel shout there were Innies, but he couldn't tell.
"I think he shouted something about the enemy, innies if i'm correct," Murp stated, listening intently as ever to the device, in hopes the static might end and he would hear his friends voice more clearly.
The static continued.
Z-19 mumbled something from the rock he was perched at overlooking the valley, and started carving something from a block of wood. Probably a snarky comment.
"Let's move out. It's unlikely there'll be anyone out here," Joe said, standing up and replacing his helmet.
"Yeah," Murp agreed, and picked up his shotgun from its position on the rocky ground. Z-19 jumped down from his rock above, walking down the narrow path leading from the cliff to the main ground, noticeably ahead of the others. Joe and Murp slowly started the trek, each step carrying caution and anxiety. Murp was not big on such a narrow path. It made him queasy and unsure. He was sure Joe felt the same way, as Joe had been muttering interestingobscenities.
"Blast this unggoy forsaken trail," was one of which obscenities Murp caught.
"Hold!" Z-19 shouted from the front as Murp caught sight of several falling rocks into the canyon below.
"What?!" Joe shouted, seemingly oblivious to the crumbling earth.
"Kriffing path just crumbled to shreds," Z-19 sneered.
"Just jump it," Murp recommended. Z-19 grumbled in response, but took the suggestion. The others backed up along the path as Z-19 took a few steps back, and then sprinted across the path. He launched himself across the gap in the rock path, landing a few seconds later with a heavy thud as the heavy armor crashed against the ground.
"Nice landing," Joe commented.
"Lets see you try," Z-19 remarked, brushing off his armor.
Joe took three short steps back, and sprinted, his metallic feet kicking up dirt into the air. He jumped across the hole, narrowly avoiding a fatal fall, even to the MJOINLR armor. He fell in to the dark canyon, but quickly got a grip on the rock. Z-19 rushed over to where Joe hung, nearly avoiding his sure-be death. Z-19 grabbed him, catching a tight grip on his fellows forearm, and Z-19 pulled the frightened Joe up back to safety; Joe letting an audible sigh of relief. Murp felt sweat on his brow, but the in-suit air conditioning quickly dispatched it.
He took two rather large steps back, and ran. The wind blew against his armor, the resistance rather a relaxing feel, the slight push making him feel human when all else said not, and at the edge of the rock he launched himself, landing nearly perfectly on the rock in front of a clearly embarrassed Z-19 and a, well, Murp couldn't tell what Joe was feeling. It was one of those moments where Murp couldn't figure out his Fireteam member, whatsoever.
"Well, uh," Z-19 stuttered, "Let's keep moving and try not to have another nigh death experience, eh?" Murp smiled behind his helmet.
"Yes, indeed so," He said, and started to follow Z, who had already started down the trail.
Just then, shocking the whole group, was a large, loud, clearly deadly explosion.
It came from the direction of the Capitol.

And a string of gunfire followed.

The Monster Inside Us - Part 3


Joe sprinted, his metal feet kicking up dirt and bits of rock into the air all around him. The gunfire continued, anguished cries unfamiliar to Joe filling the air. Joe sighed, relief flooding his body. He reached to his back, grabbing the MA5 magnetically attached to his back armor. He slowed, a few meters from where the gunfire blazed. He checked the ammo counter - a thirty-two rounds. Full mag.
He turned a rocky corner, where the gunfire from his teammate's weapons sounded off at the enemies.
He rushed up a short incline, the rocks slipping out beneath his feet, but he charged.
"Joe!" Nigel shouted, the spartan turning on his heels and staring at Joe.
"Where are the others?!"
"I don't know! I heard the gunfire, and rushed up here."
Nigel fired off a few rounds, and a groan, then scream, came from across the cliff.
Joe looked around. Survivor, bearing his white Mark iv armor and rapidly firing a SAW, seemingly missing, but metallic clangs told otherwise. Nigel, in his blue defender armor, and firing few select rounds from his DMR, had moved over to a large rock, and was peaking out from behind it every few seconds to shoot. Off in the distance, hovering above the Capitol, was a Phantom, pure purple with blue lights blinking, the doors opened, a blaze of gunfire coming out from it.
Joe repositioned his rifle, peering down the modified scope and selecting a seemingly invisible human, then squeezed down on the trigger, the sound of the bulky gun filled his ears as the gun jerked back, the recoil barely affecting the experienced shooter. A shout erupted from the Phantom, and a dark mass fell from the enemy ship, a body thudding on the buildings below, screams from the Capitol's residents echoed. Joe grinned.
He squeezed down, repeatedly firing the gun, the light from the flare illuminating the darkening afternoon.
A flurry of movement a few feet from Survivor's position caught Joe's glare.
It seemed to break all physics. There was a spatial difference, reflective and peculiar, unlike in the open space.
He recognized it nearly immediately.
It was an elite.
The shape transformed before Joe's eyes into a Sangheli warrior, bearing a light blue energy sword, shimmering before Survivor.
"Survivor!" Joe shouted, aiming his gun at the alien form. Survivor looked at Joe, puzzled, then behind, and saw the elite. He jumped to the side as the elite roared, and stabbed downward, its sword piercing the rock where Survivor had once hidden behind.
The elite leaped down from the rock it was perched on, and ran at Survivor. Survivor fired his SAW at the elite while Joe's MA5 ammo counter clicked numbers off as he shot his weapon at the alien. The Sangheli's shield flashed as the two Spartans fired at it, the elite slashing and stabbing at Survivor as the other dodged and ducked, diving and rolling to avoid the enemy. A flash of red roller around the cliff slightly above the elite, and Z-19 jumped down from a rock overhead, his knife unsheathed as the elite's shields failed, the first rounds from Joe's gun piercing its skin and armor. Z-19 slashed his blade down into the Sangheli's neck, a splash of purple liquid launching into the air and crashing onto Z-19's red armor. The elite roared, Z-19 hanging onto its neck, dragging it down, and the elite thudded to the ground, a groan gurgling from its throat.
Joe's gun clicked, signaling he was out of ammunition. The gunfire had stopped, the Phantom fleeing.
"Well, then, thanks, i suppose," Survivor said, standing up slowly.
Z-19 mumbled. "No problem."
Nigel fired off one last shot, a warning to the enemy.
"We better radio this in," Nigel said. "Get ready. We're moving out. By the way, where's Murp?"
"He's fine. But, there is a problem," Z-19 responded, removing his helmet.
"What is it?" Survivor asked, rather snidely.
"The thing is," Z-19 said grimly, bowing his head so the shadows jumped out from his features in the light.

"I can't let you go."
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The Monster Inside Us Part 4


Zarry stared out the porthole in his quarters, observing the planet, Dordus, that the warship was orbiting. Zarry felt nervous. A few hours before he had witnessed a small blast on the planet, seemingly close to the Capitol of the planet of but farther west. The others in his company passed it off as a mining accident, or that a ship had crashed and exploded.
Zarry didn't think so.
But, nobody else really had much of the same view as him, much to the ODST's dismay.
He hoped it wasn't Fireteam Exodus.
The door swished open behind him, and he leaped off the cot and looked towards the metallic doorway. His second in command stood there, grinning like a moron. Zarry stifled a chuckle.
"Hey, the Captain wants us," Lieutenant Davidson stated, leaning against the door.
"Excellent," Zarry mumbled, and took a look back at Dordus. The desert planet remained the same, an orb of tan sand and dark mountains. He sighed in his head, relieved he didn't see another explosion on the planet. He followed his fellow out the door, and followed the ODST down the halls.
Davidson had blonde hair, and was roughly a few inches taller than Zarry. Both ODSTs served in the Death Stalker Company, a group of elite soldiers. Zarry was proud to be their leader, and had led them through multiple successful missions with low casualties. Like Zarry, they bore dark gray, near black, ODST armor, some specialized with sniper attachments and some with red or blue markings. Zarry himself bore a chestplate with blue stripes.
"What does the Captain want?" Zarry asked, as they walked through the halls, giving an occasional nod to a fellow ODST.
"I don't know. One of the 61st came rushing down the halls, telling me that I, and you, were needed on the bridge," Davidson said, looking back at Zarry.
"The 61st are good men." Davidson added. Zarry agreed, and knew why Davidson thought so. The two had been snatched from death by a group of the 61st troopers. Zarry didn't interact much with them, but the interactions he had with their Commander had told Zarry they were kind and loyal soldiers, and pretty good shots.
They turned a corridor, and the door ahead of them swished open, a buzz of activity quickly filling the air.
"Cap'n," a tech said, motioning towards the two ODST.
"Ah. Good," Captain Adrian said, rushing over to the specialists. His suit was wrinkled, creases from constant activity.
What the *** was going on? Zarry thought to himself.
"Sir, you called for us. What's going on?" Davidson said, seemingly reading Zarry's mind. Captain Adrian stuttered, fidgeting with his thumbs, bowing his head.
"Well, uh, something happened," Adrian said, looking up towards the ODST.
"What happened?!" Zarry spouted, anxiety flooding his blood flow.
"We made contact with the surface."
"It's UNSC," Adrian said, locking his eyes with his Zarry.
"It wasn't our troops."

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Not sure how I missed this. Awesome attention to detail as usual, I can really picture this in my head.

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The Monster Inside Us - Part 1





The pelican landed in the hangar, its large frame a relaxing sight to Nigel. The sounds of crews and engineers working on the other ships in By Dawn's Light filled his ears, but he quickly shut off the audio system to his helmet and turned on the squad's communication system.
He turned to the other spartans around him.
Like Nigel, they were bulking men, covered in miscellaneously colored armor and carrying assorted weaponry, from M739 SAWs to M392 DMRs. Nigel himself preferred a DMR, but the others preferred something more heavy .
The scout, armor laden in Crimson paint and silver detailing, as per the spartan's choice, spoke first.
"So, what the heck are we doing here?"
Z-19 grumbled, his voice rather static-y over the helmet comms.
"Well," the recruit, Murp-873, responded, "We're here to look for Insurrectionists and their *** alien allies."
Z-19 scoffed, barely audible, but loud enough for Nigel to pick up on.
"I don't get this. We're way the heck out in the middle of nowhere, on what, account of some [dang] Smugglers doing business?"
Joe, the blue spartan, whose armor was rather similar to Nigel's armor as they both chose the exact shade of blue, spoke up.
"Look, Z, we all know why we're here. We're a team of five Spartan-ivs. The UNSC spared us for one recee op and a potential clean house. Just to weaken any hostile defenses," and at a slight cut-off, almost disappointment Nigel noted, added, "then the marines take 'em."
The final member of the group, Survivor-11, chuckled a bit, a grim sound Nigel rarely recognized as good.
"That's if this influx of activity is even anything," he noted.
"If," Nigel emphasized. The loadmaster made motioning movements at the team, and Nigel turned back on his comms.
"Well. Here we go," Survivor muttered, and took the lead. The Fireteam followed Survivor onto the pelican, his white armor appearing as though silver in the lighting of the hangar bay. They walked up the ramp, their boots echoing loudly against the metallic grates.
Nigel sat down on one of the seats, and drooped his head backwards.
"All comfy back there?" The pilot said, an Italian accent clearly present as she started up the pelican and turned it out of the hangar.
The Fireteam removed their helmets, dropping the helmets, alongside their weapons, on the metal flooring of the ship.
"All right. Here's the mission," Survivor said, flicking on a holo-display image. It zoomed in on a town, rather large, but still far behind in the day and age.
"This is where the majority of activity has been noted. UNSC command believes this town to be a staging ground for ex-Covenant and Insurrection forces as they plan to lead a fresh campaign," he stopped, and added darkly, " believe." A stuttering Z-19 stopped as he heard it emphasized, and pulled out his dagger, fidgeting with the curved weapon in his hands. Nigel always wondered the story behind it, as it seemed to he of sentimental value to the man.
But, he realized, it was probably an heirloom from a passed family member or some sort, so he shrugged it off for most times.
"Nigel and I will scout the town, and the surrounding area will be scouted by Murp, Joe, and Z. Report back at 1600 hours. Rondevous at beacon upon established time. Got it?" Survivor continued.
"Yes, sir!" The fireteam said in unison, their voices echoing through oust the hollow pelican.
"All right, gents, we're nearing Dordus. Comms'll be silent so send activate the beacon and I'll come pick you up."
Nigel looked down at the large crate laid on the floor of the pelican, the communications beacon and array. The pelican slowly began its decent to the planet, and Nigel reached to his helmet. He picked up his DMR, and the team got into formation as the pelican slowed, eventually a loud series of thuds implying the landing gear had been deployed, and the ship stopped.
The ramp eased downward, a series of hisses and creaks as the metal moved downwards and eventually dug into the soft soil of Dordus, finally stopping.
"Move!" Survivor shouted, and the team jogged out of the pelican, taking up defensive positions.
"You never know when disaster might strike," Wally always said to Nigel.
Nigel thought Survivor took that ideal a bit too far, but nonetheless, the team secured the surrounding hillside and came to the conclusion no army of half-armed men would charge shouting "Bonazai" and wielding magnums would attack them, as Joe had put it.
Sometimes Nigel worried about that man. The team got to work setting up a beacon. It was a rather large antenna with a control console.
This would be where they would meet up later.
"Well, what're yall waiting for?" Survivor snapped as they finished, and the Fireteam dispersed.
The planet was beautiful. As Nigel and Survivor followed the holomap to the Capitol, Nigel took in the breathtaking countryside.
It was beautiful. Pink and blue flowers blossomed everywhere, with a wonderful orange sun shining onto the planet, and small animals much like a rabbit grazed through the meadows. Hills rolled up and down the planet, with the flowers and tall grass littering it, with an occasional pink and green tree sprouting up. Nigel noticeably admired it, and was very confident Survivor, too, was admiring it, despite his silence.
It was near 0100 hours when they reach
the Capitol. Light shone dimly through the night, and upon closer inspection Nigel realized it was rather of poor design.
It had walls around it, most likely to keep predators out, and the buildings themselves appeared to be small, wood and stone built structures with very little interior space.
"So?" Nigel asked as they set up camp, breaking out some MREs and watching the city on a cliff.
"So i think it'a the perfect hiding spot," Survivor said, and began to explain.
He noted the mass of freighters and the metal spaceport, but the lack of metal anywhere else besides the occasional house, which he described as the largest, and most strategic house as each house had cover for bombardment from above, was positioned perfectly to be a bunker, protecting what he couldn't tell, but probably a command center as the building seems to be laden in heavy metals.
Nigel took this interestingly, intrigued and impressed.
"Get some sleep," he said, standing up and grabbing his rifle for watch.
He stood, fidgeting around, tossing a fee stones around as he stood watch, Survivor sitting upright, miraculously asleep. Nigel heard the stories.
Survivor had lost his team on Earth during the Invasion and failed to save them, as he had been asleep when the attack happened. Nigel had heard from a few ODST that Survivor had sworn never to let a fellow soldier die for a dumb reason in combat.
Nigel reasoned this as to why Survivor seemingly volunteered the new Fireteam for this mission, and why he was taking it so seriously.
The next few days went by without a hitch, an occasional communications exchange with the others as they watched and observed. A camp had been found by Joe, weird enough, but was just another settlement.
But then, on the fourth day, a shocking transpiring happened. To Nigel's surprise, a Survivor "I told you so" and a few hours of red eyes from Nigel rubbing them, a phantom had appeared.
A Covenant phantom had arrived on Dordus.
And it carried warriors.

The Monster Inside Us Part 2



"What is it?" Joe asked, leaning in on the communications device.
The device was blocky, with a short antenna for planet wide communication, and it laid on a rather large rock.
"I don't know," Murp said, puzzled.
The device emitted static, expect for a few bursts of a distressed Nigel.
Murp thought he heard Nigel shout there were Innies, but he couldn't tell.
"I think he shouted something about the enemy, innies if i'm correct," Murp stated, listening intently as ever to the device, in hopes the static might end and he would hear his friends voice more clearly.
The static continued.
Z-19 mumbled something from the rock he was perched at overlooking the valley, and started carving something from a block of wood. Probably a snarky comment.
"Let's move out. It's unlikely there'll be anyone out here," Joe said, standing up and replacing his helmet.
"Yeah," Murp agreed, and picked up his shotgun from its position on the rocky ground. Z-19 jumped down from his rock above, walking down the narrow path leading from the cliff to the main ground, noticeably ahead of the others. Joe and Murp slowly started the trek, each step carrying caution and anxiety. Murp was not big on such a narrow path. It made him queasy and unsure. He was sure Joe felt the same way, as Joe had been muttering interestingobscenities.
"Blast this unggoy forsaken trail," was one of which obscenities Murp caught.
"Hold!" Z-19 shouted from the front as Murp caught sight of several falling rocks into the canyon below.
"What?!" Joe shouted, seemingly oblivious to the crumbling earth.
"Kriffing path just crumbled to shreds," Z-19 sneered.
"Just jump it," Murp recommended. Z-19 grumbled in response, but took the suggestion. The others backed up along the path as Z-19 took a few steps back, and then sprinted across the path. He launched himself across the gap in the rock path, landing a few seconds later with a heavy thud as the heavy armor crashed against the ground.
"Nice landing," Joe commented.
"Lets see you try," Z-19 remarked, brushing off his armor.
Joe took three short steps back, and sprinted, his metallic feet kicking up dirt into the air. He jumped across the hole, narrowly avoiding a fatal fall, even to the MJOINLR armor. He fell in to the dark canyon, but quickly got a grip on the rock. Z-19 rushed over to where Joe hung, nearly avoiding his sure-be death. Z-19 grabbed him, catching a tight grip on his fellows forearm, and Z-19 pulled the frightened Joe up back to safety; Joe letting an audible sigh of relief. Murp felt sweat on his brow, but the in-suit air conditioning quickly dispatched it.
He took two rather large steps back, and ran. The wind blew against his armor, the resistance rather a relaxing feel, the slight push making him feel human when all else said not, and at the edge of the rock he launched himself, landing nearly perfectly on the rock in front of a clearly embarrassed Z-19 and a, well, Murp couldn't tell what Joe was feeling. It was one of those moments where Murp couldn't figure out his Fireteam member, whatsoever.
"Well, uh," Z-19 stuttered, "Let's keep moving and try not to have another nigh death experience, eh?" Murp smiled behind his helmet.
"Yes, indeed so," He said, and started to follow Z, who had already started down the trail.
Just then, shocking the whole group, was a large, loud, clearly deadly explosion.
It came from the direction of the Capitol.

And a string of gunfire followed.

The Monster Inside Us - Part 3


Joe sprinted, his metal feet kicking up dirt and bits of rock into the air all around him. The gunfire continued, anguished cries unfamiliar to Joe filling the air. Joe sighed, relief flooding his body. He reached to his back, grabbing the MA5 magnetically attached to his back armor. He slowed, a few meters from where the gunfire blazed. He checked the ammo counter - a thirty-two rounds. Full mag.
He turned a rocky corner, where the gunfire from his teammate's weapons sounded off at the enemies.
He rushed up a short incline, the rocks slipping out beneath his feet, but he charged.
"Joe!" Nigel shouted, the spartan turning on his heels and staring at Joe.
"Where are the others?!"
"I don't know! I heard the gunfire, and rushed up here."
Nigel fired off a few rounds, and a groan, then scream, came from across the cliff.
Joe looked around. Survivor, bearing his white Mark iv armor and rapidly firing a SAW, seemingly missing, but metallic clangs told otherwise. Nigel, in his blue defender armor, and firing few select rounds from his DMR, had moved over to a large rock, and was peaking out from behind it every few seconds to shoot. Off in the distance, hovering above the Capitol, was a Phantom, pure purple with blue lights blinking, the doors opened, a blaze of gunfire coming out from it.
Joe repositioned his rifle, peering down the modified scope and selecting a seemingly invisible human, then squeezed down on the trigger, the sound of the bulky gun filled his ears as the gun jerked back, the recoil barely affecting the experienced shooter. A shout erupted from the Phantom, and a dark mass fell from the enemy ship, a body thudding on the buildings below, screams from the Capitol's residents echoed. Joe grinned.
He squeezed down, repeatedly firing the gun, the light from the flare illuminating the darkening afternoon.
A flurry of movement a few feet from Survivor's position caught Joe's glare.
It seemed to break all physics. There was a spatial difference, reflective and peculiar, unlike in the open space.
He recognized it nearly immediately.
It was an elite.
The shape transformed before Joe's eyes into a Sangheli warrior, bearing a light blue energy sword, shimmering before Survivor.
"Survivor!" Joe shouted, aiming his gun at the alien form. Survivor looked at Joe, puzzled, then behind, and saw the elite. He jumped to the side as the elite roared, and stabbed downward, its sword piercing the rock where Survivor had once hidden behind.
The elite leaped down from the rock it was perched on, and ran at Survivor. Survivor fired his SAW at the elite while Joe's MA5 ammo counter clicked numbers off as he shot his weapon at the alien. The Sangheli's shield flashed as the two Spartans fired at it, the elite slashing and stabbing at Survivor as the other dodged and ducked, diving and rolling to avoid the enemy. A flash of red roller around the cliff slightly above the elite, and Z-19 jumped down from a rock overhead, his knife unsheathed as the elite's shields failed, the first rounds from Joe's gun piercing its skin and armor. Z-19 slashed his blade down into the Sangheli's neck, a splash of purple liquid launching into the air and crashing onto Z-19's red armor. The elite roared, Z-19 hanging onto its neck, dragging it down, and the elite thudded to the ground, a groan gurgling from its throat.
Joe's gun clicked, signaling he was out of ammunition. The gunfire had stopped, the Phantom fleeing.
"Well, then, thanks, i suppose," Survivor said, standing up slowly.
Z-19 mumbled. "No problem."
Nigel fired off one last shot, a warning to the enemy.
"We better radio this in," Nigel said. "Get ready. We're moving out. By the way, where's Murp?"
"He's fine. But, there is a problem," Z-19 responded, removing his helmet.
"What is it?" Survivor asked, rather snidely.
"The thing is," Z-19 said grimly, bowing his head so the shadows jumped out from his features in the light.

"I can't let you go."

The Monster Inside Us Part 4


Zarry stared out the porthole in his quarters, observing the planet, Dordus, that the warship was orbiting. Zarry felt nervous. A few hours before he had witnessed a small blast on the planet, seemingly close to the Capitol of the planet of but farther west. The others in his company passed it off as a mining accident, or that a ship had crashed and exploded.
Zarry didn't think so.
But, nobody else really had much of the same view as him, much to the ODST's dismay.
He hoped it wasn't Fireteam Exodus.
The door swished open behind him, and he leaped off the cot and looked towards the metallic doorway. His second in command stood there, grinning like a moron. Zarry stifled a chuckle.
"Hey, the Captain wants us," Lieutenant Davidson stated, leaning against the door.
"Excellent," Zarry mumbled, and took a look back at Dordus. The desert planet remained the same, an orb of tan sand and dark mountains. He sighed in his head, relieved he didn't see another explosion on the planet. He followed his fellow out the door, and followed the ODST down the halls.
Davidson had blonde hair, and was roughly a few inches taller than Zarry. Both ODSTs served in the Death Stalker Company, a group of elite soldiers. Zarry was proud to be their leader, and had led them through multiple successful missions with low casualties. Like Zarry, they bore dark gray, near black, ODST armor, some specialized with sniper attachments and some with red or blue markings. Zarry himself bore a chestplate with blue stripes.
"What does the Captain want?" Zarry asked, as they walked through the halls, giving an occasional nod to a fellow ODST.
"I don't know. One of the 61st came rushing down the halls, telling me that I, and you, were needed on the bridge," Davidson said, looking back at Zarry.
"The 61st are good men." Davidson added. Zarry agreed, and knew why Davidson thought so. The two had been snatched from death by a group of the 61st troopers. Zarry didn't interact much with them, but the interactions he had with their Commander had told Zarry they were kind and loyal soldiers, and pretty good shots.
They turned a corridor, and the door ahead of them swished open, a buzz of activity quickly filling the air.
"Cap'n," a tech said, motioning towards the two ODST.
"Ah. Good," Captain Adrian said, rushing over to the specialists. His suit was wrinkled, creases from constant activity.
What the *** was going on? Zarry thought to himself.
"Sir, you called for us. What's going on?" Davidson said, seemingly reading Zarry's mind. Captain Adrian stuttered, fidgeting with his thumbs, bowing his head.
"Well, uh, something happened," Adrian said, looking up towards the ODST.
"What happened?!" Zarry spouted, anxiety flooding his blood flow.
"We made contact with the surface."
"It's UNSC," Adrian said, locking his eyes with his Zarry.
"It wasn't our troops."
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The Monster Inside Us Part 5


"What the h*ll do you mean?!" Survivor barked, cocking his head at Z-19. Z-19 hesitated, his hands gripping the helmet tighter. He pulled the helmet back up and over his head, the HUD view once again filling his eye sight. He gripped his knife, flipped the cursed thing around in his hand.
"I said what I said," Z19 stated.
"I can't let you go. Not back to the communications relay. Not to the By Dawn's Light. "
Nigel looked at him, his gun hanging limply from his right hand.
Z-19 was glad Nigel was wearing a helmet.


He couldn't bear to look him in the eye.


"You son of a-!" Joe shouted, taking a few steps towards Z-19, fist cocked and ready for a blow. Joe flung his fist at Z-19, who moved his to head to the left to avoid it, and Z-19 jabbed his fist into Joe's exposed stomach, and kicking him hard in the knee, Joe staggering backwards, the MA5 laying tossed on the ground. A faint click sounded from behind Z-19, and he turned on his heels to face Survivor, a magnum pointed right at his head.
"You traitor!" Survivor spat, anger besieging the man's calm demeanor.
"I trusted you,"
"We all trusted you!" He roared, his pistol flopping about in his hand, anxiety clearly filling the man. Z-19 felt a pang of guilt, but he buried it. No. They were UNSC. He wouldn't kill them, they were his friends.
No.
He didn't have friends. It was him against the UNSC. The government who had his parents murdered.
He thought of his father, a gentle man, always preaching how the UNSC was in the wrong, that there needed to be a nee government. His mother, a fierce woman who stood firmly by her husband's side, loyal and loving. They loved him.
He did this for them.
Z-19 swung a punch at Survivor's lower stomach, the man grunting. Survivor flung the pistol at Z-19, two rounds firing from the pistol and hitting the rocks around them. Z-19 tossed his body at Survivor, flinging the spartan against a rock. Survivor groaned, rubbed his arm, and charged Z-19. Z-19 stepped to the side, where Survivor stopped himself abruptly, losing the momentum he had worked up.
Z-19 jabbed his knee into the startled Survivor's chest, the man grunting in response to the pain, and attempted to land a punch. Z-19 caught the man's fist, dragged him forward and kicked up in the abdomen again. He tossed Survivor towards a boulder, the man crashing against it with a thud.
A fist bashed into Z-19's helmet, and he turned to Joe, whose fist was pulled back and ready to strike again. Z-19 quickly unholstered his magnum and fired a shot into Joe's thigh, and rushed the other, fist ready. Joe caught his fist, and Z-19 used realized the magnum, the balled up that fist to punch the man in the abdomen. Joe shoved him back, kicking him. Z-19 shouted in pain as his body crashed into the dirt, the armor leaving a loud clang. He groaned, and tried placing his hands beneath him to push himself up. Joe walked over to him, and placed his boots atop Z-19's chest, and pushed down, forcing Z-19 to fall back into dirt.
"Nigel!" Joe shouted, calling out for the other.
Where was Nigel, anyways? Z-19 hadn't seen the soldier much. It was him, Survivor and Joe that had fought.

"What the h*ll did you do to Murp?!"
The sound reached Z-19 before he saw him. Nigel stood at the path, the only way to and from the cliff.
In his hands was Murp's helmet.
The visor was cracked.

[81Ceta_Deta]

PLEASE READ

A few things.

1. I'd like to see some feedback! What do you guys want to see in this story? What should i add? Remove? Fix?

2. I have to admit: i need villains. Just some innie leaders.
If you don't mind your character being toyed around with entirely, then please leave a name and desc for your character.

I'm being nice, and asking of little, so try not to stress me out with crazy characters.

[Spartanz19]

Well, 1 spartan VS three others isn't really a fair fight...

[Snowman33]

What happened to Murp? I missed it and just read all of it.

[Murple]

Oh... that’s unfortunate...

[Thelvadamee132]

Awww. I guess i'm not old enough. It makes sense though. Eveyone on the list has been here for years. Although, why are you offering a position to @Survivor11?
(I mean, besides the fact that no one else will)