User:ArbiterG14

Hey Everyone, ArbiterG14 here! Some of you may know me from Halopedia! Here on this page is some of the Fanon I've thought up!

Halo Story
This is just a story a wrote for school. Its not long, only 506 words long!

Halo Ice Plains

It was a silent day on Markos XI, its open plains littered with debris from ancient battles. All of a sudden, a small speck rushed down the far hill, and as it got closer it started to resemble a battered vehicle, its four occupants wild with fear, their bloodshot eyes wide open, darting nervously behind them as if to check on an invisible foe. The ragged Marine patrol quickly rushed across the barren, frozen landscape, fearful of the mysterious enemy that had slaughtered everyone at their outpost. The only reason these men weren’t dead already was they were at the Warthog refuel depot when they were attacked. Quickly they had packed some weapons onto the rusted vehicle and set off.

Suddenly they were hit by some sort of energy weapon, flinging them into the air and blasting the Warthog into nothingness. Luckily they landed into the foot deep snow, the frozen ice melting from their body heat, soaking their shaking bodies. Rising slowly, checking their assault rifles, they levelled their sights and started to fire at the incoming hostiles, who in turn returned fire with strange plasma weapons and spike like projectiles. The first line of hostiles were small and stout, overshadowed by larger reptilian foes, easily over two metres high who commanded the smaller hostiles by pointing directions with their arms and yelling, one pointing with a long blue sword that separated down the middle. Valiantly the humans fought, killing the stout creatures by the dozens, though whenever their fire strayed to the larger aliens they stopped short, blocked by an invisible barrier.

One by one the Marines were eventually knocked out, their blood and gore turning the snow bright red. Finally only one was left, his weapon empty. Desperately he threw several grenades with the last of his strength, managing to kill several of the larger ones. Fuelled with adrenaline he managed to pull out his small sidearm and continued to fire while laying on his back, most of the aliens now ignoring his efforts, not even firing in his direction anymore. Soon, the man fell, his life ebbing away as he stood in the freezing ice and snow, the faint sun hidden behind a mountain. Still straining to stand, one of the larger enemies tired of his efforts, striding over to the dying man.

As it neared it spoke, none of his garbled language registering in the man’s mind until he finally spoke something recognisable. “You, human, are weak; your race is doomed to the might of the Covenant. Your worlds will burn, your race sent into extinction, but you should be thankful, you will not live to see the suffering.” When it finished speaking, the man could have sworn that through his blurred vision he saw the alien smile, revealing rows of shark-like teeth. Staring at the thing’s hand he saw clearly the sword it held, its blade pulsing blue, electrical currents running along its surface. The alien then pulled back, and slashed the thing through the man’s skull, ending his life.

What did you think of it!