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    Forgotten Times

    Post  Shad0wChas3r on May 21st 2013, 8:54 pm

    We all know the Halo Trilogy, and we've just been introduced to the Forerunner Trilogy, but how much of the old world, the not so distant future, are we familiar with? With this new story, I'll hopefully take you through a journey into the stars.

    Prologue: New World Order.

    Planet Earth
    July 4th, 2163
    Kabul, Afghanistan.


    The desert streets of the desolate shell of what once was a great city frolicked with people. Two men in shades sat at an outdoors diner, feasting themselves with some curry and naan. Peering around, the larger of the two gentlemen tapped his temple, making contact with the beam that held the glasses on his head.

    "Weather's picking up, this shit is never easy, is it?" He grinned, as his friend lifted his head from the curry.

    "Never is." The guy chuckled, taking another dip of naan into the curry. "Eating this stuff is bonus points, my colon will hate me for this."

    "Just keep cool. Your target is a teenager, he'll be entering the Bazaar at any time, you two need to focus and take him alive. His father is getting paranoid, and if we don't get his son, we sure as hell don't get him. So no fuck ups, you hearing me Douglas?!"

    "Yeah, I hear you." The larger gentleman scoffed, as his partner chuckled softly.

    "Same goes for you Martel."

    "Bein' a secret soldier ain't as much fun as it used to be." Martel scoffed. "Christ Morgan, eat something! Otherwise they'll think you're looking for someone!"

    "Cool it Alex, you're drawing attention." Morgan's eyes peered around. "It's as Lindsay said, there is no room for fucking this operation up."

    "You Douglas' are stoic mother fuckers, you know that?" Alex scoffed.

    "As you Martel's are obnoxious and energetic." Morgan grinned. "But that's why we get along so well."

    "Damn straight." Alex cleared his throat. "Damn this stuff is spicy, you could brave this stuff."

    "Us Douglas' also hate spicy foods, unless you were my great-great-Uncle Kyle. Mother fucker had a cast-iron stomach."

    "Only man I had the pleasure of meeting in your family was the man you were named after." Alex replied. "Always had a way of making people feel good, and he was a good friend of my great-great-Grandfather Ian."

    "Hold on a second there." Morgan's eyes glanced out into the crowd, as his shades tried to match the face of the person he was looking at. After a quick moment, he verified the target.

    "That's our guy, let's move." Morgan looked down at the currency in his hand, placing just enough for a tip as well, before standing.

    Alex finished one last spoonful, before joining Morgan in the walk through the town. The two carefully nudged their way past the civilians, as they drew ever nearer. Peering over his shoulder, Morgan and Alex turned to face a nearby kiosk, where the vender sold Kumquats. Shaking his head, Morgan turned back to the target, allowing the subject to get a fair distance away.

    Alex attempted to keep up, as Morgan cautiously advanced towards the target, who turned into an alternate alleyway. Morgan groaned in annoyance as they turned the corner. However, the target was no-where in sight.

    "God damn it." Alex growled, stepping forward.

    Before Morgan could reach out a hand, an arm wrapped around his partner's throat, a barrel held to his temple.

    "Aşağı! Aşağı Amerikan köpek gibi sen!!"

    Down! Down like the American dog you are!!"

    Whistling, a rather big gentleman approached Morgan.

    "Silahlarını el koyun!"

    Confiscate his weapons!

    'Not today, you spoiled brat!' Morgan growled in his mind.

    "Baba en memnun olacaktır. O Morgan Douglas, size hakkında çok duymuştur. O kişisel idam görmek isteyecektir."

    Father will be most pleased. He has heard much about you, Morgan Douglas. He will wish to see you executed personally.

    "Yeni hükümet, Birleşmiş Milletler Uzay Komutanlığı, sen başarısız oldu. Biz Mister Douglas, tüm biliyorum. Bizim en iyi analistler hayatınızı çevreleyen siyah mürekkep çoğu ortaya çıkardı."

    Your new government, the United Nations Space Command, has failed you. We know all about you, Mister Douglas. Our top analysts have uncovered most of the black ink surrounding your life.

    While the kid continued to talk, he drew nearer and nearer to Morgan, Alex winking to him. Sure enough, the large man was behind Morgan, preparing to take him hostage. Alex whipped his head back, as Morgan unsheathed the combat knife hidden in his pant's leg, thrusting it back into the big man's leg.

    As his opposition fell to the ground, Morgan brought a strong elbow up and into the man's nose, breaking it. Within seconds, Morgan placed a knee of his assailant's spine, wrapping his massive hands around the foe's chin and the back of his head, jerking from left to right in a single fluid motion, the man's neck snapping instantly. Relieving his pistol from the dead man's grasp, Alex had already subdued the subject.

    "We'll get shit from Lindsay for this one." Alex grimaced, as he continued to hand-cuff the teenager.

    "Yeah, but that's the least of our problems." Morgan shook his head, thrusting his fist into the nearby brick wall. "These assholes know everything about us! What about Angela!? I can't protect her now!"

    "You can, especially after the poor excuse for a routine bag and tag job you two did today!" General Ramsey, their CO, spat in his usual British accent.

    "You guys might not like this, but you are off of the grid. We're removing you from the company. But at the same time, you guys'll have some fresh new lives. I'll explain more when you come back to HQ." Lindsay spoke calmly, almost soothingly.

    "Well shit." Morgan growled, as the two of them turned with their prize, to the nearest available car. They had an LZ to get to.

    Kind of short, but you'll soon see how this relates to certain characters that you are familiar with very soon.


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    Post  Shad0wChas3r on May 24th 2013, 4:14 pm

    Chapter 1: Relocation Protocols.

    "Mmmph!" The boy growled, as Alex whipped the bottom of his pistol across the kid's cheek.

    "Shuddup." Alex growled. "If it weren't for the fact that your sorry ass was a kid, I'd have skinned you alive for that back there."

    The desert storm continued to pick up, as their vehicle dropped them off at the LZ. Within a matter of moments, a steel aircraft descended on them. Instead of the rotors that the pair were familiar with, having always been evacuated by Helicopters, the duo were dumbfounded by the four rockets that covered the two wings of the vehicle, with two in the back.

    "Prototype, welcome to the D77-TC-P. We call 'em 'Pelican's for short." The Pilot smiled, offering them a thumbs up. "Boarding is in the rear, watch for the thrusters. Still getting used to this. "

    "First we set human feet on Mars, THEN we discover an alternative means of travel. Glorious." Alex remarked, as Morgan dragged the thrashing boy behind them.

    "The UNSC has some new tech. Big whoop." Morgan growled. "May I remind you that our collective asses are being canned?"

    "Grouse as much as you'd like Morgan, that isn't going to change the outcome. Besides, perhaps some front-lines training could do us some good. You've been getting kinda portly recently."

    "Just because you are jealous of my build doesn't mean you get to call me fat."

    "It so does." Alex scoffed, gently nudging Morgan on the shoulder, who chuckled. "Thatsa giant. Everything will work out, I promise."

    Loading into the 'Pelican', the two operatives observed the troop bay. Handle bars for those that didn't have a place to sit, and instead of a door to enter with, it was a ramp, typical of an old AC-130 model airplane. On the 'far' end of the bay was a door, to which the Pilot offered his thumbs up again.

    "Closing bay doors gentlemen. Might want to watch your feet."

    Before the two could soak in what the pilot said, the ramp behind them lifted, the sound of metal grinding against metal screeched in their ears. Plopping the young, Turkish boy into a seat, both men sat on either side of him, as the vehicle lurched upwards.

    "So this is what the US government was funding when they started the Osprey program back in the 21st century." Alex said with amazement. "Shit, this ride's smoother than the legs of a female prostitute."

    "That's gross and unprofessional." Morgan spat. "Is that really what you use your paychecks for? Quickies with the sickies?"

    "You got Angela, I got Candy, Starr, and of course; Latisha." Alex growled. "Don't judge me. I like to have a slice of everything before I decide the cheesecake."

    "Sometimes I wonder why they partner us together, y'know that?"

    "Mmmph!" The Turkish boy whined again, as Morgan slapped him in the back of the head.

    "SHADDAP!"

    "We- uh- are approaching Mombasa HQ. Thank you for flying air 'Pelican'."

    "Pelican, really?" Alex whined. "You'd think they'd make something that sounds a little tougher, if this is going to be a combat vehicle. Perhaps Pterodactyl, or Hawk!"

    "What if the Pelican's main function is troop transport?" Morgan asked with a sigh. "Pelicans can hold a lot of stuff in their mouth-"

    "-The same could be said about your mother." Alex grinned, instantly receiving a slap to the back of the head. "Geez, all's I'm saying is that they could've done something a little more intimidating."

    "You might've noticed that the usual trip that would've taken us an hour, lasted the span of twenty minutes. Hawks are fast, but Pelicans can last in the air longer."

    By this time, the subject's mouth gag had slipped from his mouth, as he shook his head.

    "Allah be praised! I can see now why you two morons would get sacked, you can't shut up!" He growled. "My father will hunt you down, and I'll cut your tongues out myself!"

    "Holy shit, the towel-head speaks English!" Alex smiled, replacing the boy's gag. "What else can you do, play fetch? Or tell us where daddy-kins is so we can send you to him in tiny bits?"

    "Mmph!!"

    The vehicle touched down, as the ramp lowered. On the landing pad before them was Lindsay, General Ramsey, and an unknown gentleman.

    General Ramsey stepped forward, as Alex kicked the Turkish kid's knees in, causing the boy to fall to his knees. The two operatives saluted as the General stomped over, grabbing the boy by the back of his shirt.

    "I'm surprised, you two nobs ACTUALLY brought him to me relatively unharmed." Ramsey spat. "Ms. Verona, please debrief these two. I'll deal with Mohammed here personally."

    Morgan had never met General Ramsey up close, the man's form was proper, and from first glance, the man actually made Morgan feel small, which was a new phenomena for him, coming from a lineage of giant people. Turning to Lindsay, Morgan smiled.

    The woman was shorter than a typical woman, but Lindsay Verona was not a typical woman. Midnight black hair cascaded to the small of her back, gently brushed aside, so that one, small hazel brown eye poked through. A small pair of spectacles sat on the bridge of her nose, bringing the question of how she could actually see. She was wearing a typical secretary's uniform, consisting of a skirt, high heels, and a white button up shirt.

    If Morgan hadn't already been married to Angela, he'd have tried to be with Lindsay ever since he met her.

    "Gentlemen, nice to see you again." She nodded cutely, as Alex grinned. "I've some good and bad news for you."

    Alex's grin faded, as Morgan cleared his throat.

    "What's the bad news?" Alex asked.

    "You are being reassigned." The man replied gruffly. "Not only are you serving in the newly established UNSC's Marine Corps, you will also be put into witness protection. Our friends in the Koslovics and Frieden alliance know your names."

    "Boys, meet Lieutenant Colonel Jamie Anderson. He's in charge of relocating you." She looked down at her feet for a moment. "It's for the safety of you and your loved ones."

    "-And what's the good news?" Morgan scoffed, unable to grasp what was happening.

    "I'm coming with you." She smiled. "I'll be serving as one of the many directors of the UNSC Marines."

    "Colonel Verona will be in charge of sending you and the squadrons you'll be assigned to the places we'll need you to be." Anderson finished.

    "A promotion, while we get demoted?!" Alex snapped, furious.

    "It's honestly not as bad as it seems. You will still be doing the same thing, it's just not covert ops anymore. You'll just be seeing some more action." Lindsay smirked. "Besides, good soldiers don't usually stay as FNGs for long. Just play nice with the others."

    "Follow me, gentlemen." Anderson said calmly, entering the back of the 'Pelican'.

    Morgan and Alex looked at each other, as they entered the bay once more, Lindsay behind them.

    "We have contacted your loved ones, and they have been escorted to our base, located on the Moon. They have been briefed of the situation, and are awaiting you." Anderson replied, looking over at Alex. "We were unable to locate any family members of yours."

    "That's because they are all dead, or dancing on a pole somewhere."

    "-Right. We are giving you the week off to become familiar with your new alias. Remember that your names can never revert back to the way they were, not until after this whole nonsense."

    Anderson handed them over some identification, with their pictures and their amended names and dates of birth.

    "Angus Harlowe?" Morgan scoffed. "I know I'm Scottish in origin, but isn't this a bit much?"

    "You think that's bad?! My name's Edward DeWinter!" Alex growled. "I sound like something out of a shitty vampire romance novel!"

    "You will have just that week for temporary leave. You must not leave the base until that time is up. You will become familiar with your squad-mates. Once your leave is over, you will be dispatched as an official UNSC Marine."

    "Glorious." 'Angus' growled.


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    Re: Forgotten Times

    Post  Manny on May 25th 2013, 2:11 am

    YES! I have to see a story based around the Interplanetary wars.

    So pumped.
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    Post  Shad0wChas3r on May 25th 2013, 2:13 pm

    I'm glad you are looking forward to it Manny. I too am looking forward to writing it.

    I'm hoping by writing this one, I can clear up any confusions that might be had about some of the characters from my previous stories.


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    Re: Forgotten Times

    Post  Doctor Jensen on May 25th 2013, 7:32 pm

    This is good stuff, Morgan. Your writing has improved a ton. Keep it up.
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    Post  Shad0wChas3r on May 25th 2013, 9:45 pm

    Chapter 2: Starry, Starry Night.

    "As you might have guessed, the Pelican is not capable of Space travel." Anderson quipped, breaking the silence. "We will instead be boarding the Eden colony ship, which has docked on Earth for the first time in a year. She will be giving us a lift to Luna, where she will bring supplies. She will then stay there for a week, until it's time to transfer the Marines on Luna to Mars."

    "Any particular reason we're sending Marine's to Mars?" Angus asked, interest piqued.

    "Yes." Anderson replied, elated to have finally get people talking. "With the Koslovics and Friedens constantly stealing our Prototype equipment, we must remain on our toes. We could've transferred some of their troops, disguised as civilians, to Mars. We're bringing the Marines in, not only for their first true deployment, but as added protection from the rebels."

    "What about the towel-heads? What role do they play in this?" 'Edward' asked.

    "Same ol' Muslim extremist shit that we've been dealing with for the past two, nearly three, centuries now. Our ancestors royally pissed them off, and they won't be glad until we leave them to their own accord. Their leaders believing that we won't leave them alone until we're all dead."

    "And how does us kidnapping that kid play a role in this?"

    "If Abdul Mohammed decided to join forces with the Koslovics and the Friedens, that could cause a massive conglomerate of rebels to come together with one goal in mind; destroying the US and all of her allies. Namely, the UNSC."

    "It'd be a real shame if our shiny new government got destroyed before it's military got deployed." Alex nodded. "That's why we got Abdul's son, to get his father out of hiding."

    "Our only fear is if he calls our bluff. Instead of complying, he could call upon the leaders of the Koslovic and the Frieden factions and do what we feared."

    "Like I said earlier, this shit is never easy. Probably just as well that we're not secret soldiers anymore." Angus growled. "Some front-line work never gets your names in the paper, you just shoot some people down, win wars, and go home. None of that black ink shit."

    "Ramsey better play nice with Abdul's boy. We wouldn't want an international, or should I say interplanetary crisis on our hands."

    "This is Ramsey we're talking about." Angus scoffed. "That man probably couldn't even prepare a simple cup of tea without tearing the entire fucking kitchen apart."

    "Aha!" Edward laughed. "Bazinga! Point one for the Scot versus the Brit!"

    "I won't lie to you two." Lindsay giggled. "He actually DID destroy a kitchen once when searched for his tea."

    Everyone in the troop bay, minus Anderson, howled with laughter, as the Pelican came to a stop, the bay opening up once more.

    "Lady and Gentlemen." Anderson cleared his throat. "Welcome to the UNSC's pride and joy, the Eden. If you will follow me to the resting chambers, we will get you settled in. Transit should only take us a day or two."

    ------------------------------------------------------

    Morgan shook his head as he looked down at his new identification card.

    "Angus. Damn." He laughed. "The man I was named after always wanted that name, or Blaine, for that matter."

    Edward jumped up and down on the bed, surprisingly childish, more so than he usually was.

    "I dunno. I'd have preferred something more like Darryl, or Quincy. Fuck, I'd have preferred Stacy over Edward!"

    "You could always stick as your original namesake." A man said, entering the door. "Might get your FNG ass put six feet under."

    "And might I ask who you are?" 'Angus' stood, clenching his fists.

    "Sergeant Alfred Malone. 42nd Battalion, U.S Army." He paused for a moment. "Actually, now it's 53rd Battalion, U.N.S.C Marines. Point is, you dick smacks are now in my squad."

    "I take it by the use of FNGs you lost a few men under your command?" Edward prodded.

    "That's none of your business, asshole." Malone barked. "You get better acquainted with my squad, I might be more willing to let you in on company secrets. Until that time, you are both going to be in for the torture of the century. My men were fond of the boots you guys are filling, so watch yourselves."

    "He meant no offense, sir." Angus replied. "Private Angus Harlowe, prepared for duty."

    "Edward DeWinter." Edward nodded. "I have the tendency to say the wrong thing at the wrong time, sir."

    "See to it that you get that mouth cleaned then, private." Malone hissed. "The rest of our squad is waiting for us at Luna, keeping your loved ones protected until we get there. I came all this way to meet you first and get to know you better."

    "I'm glad to meet you Sergeant." Angus replied. "It's always nice to see a new face, especially after our lines of work."

    "That's right, you guys used to run black ops." Malone nodded. "I'm personally glad to have your skill sets. We'll see how it settles with the others, knowing they have a few wannabee spooks on the team."

    "Understood, sir." Angus saluted. "Thank you sir."

    "You two should look out your windows. We're taking off shortly. If you've never been in Space before, this'll be an experience you don't want to miss. After you've had your fun, you should get some shut eye. I'll meet you at 06:00 hours tomorrow morning for a sit-rep and further briefing."

    "Understood, thank you sir." Edward replied, also snapping into a crisp salute, as Malone left the room.

    "He was a pleasant fellow. Surprising for a Sergeant." Angus nodded.

    "Was kind of a dick to me, though." Edward spat.

    "Well you did insult him when you brought up his squadmates. We have no idea how they died, or what became of them. We're filling their boots, and the others won't appreciate that anymore than he did."

    "I was only joking though."

    "You've got to remember though, it used to be just you and me, and now we're adding others into the equation. We've got to play nice, or we won't survive."

    "This is your Captain speaking. We are making the final preparations. We will be lifting off momentarily. For any of our passengers that haven't been into space before, take this time to prepare yourself for a brief change in gravity, and look out your nearest window. It's a great view out there. "

    Angus and Edward worked their ways to the window, glancing out into the sunset. The Eden shuddered, as the massive vessel lifted into the air, causing both of the men's stomachs to shift, causing an uneasy feeling. Within moments, the Eden broke the first of many atmospheric zones. Then the next, and the next, before finally passing through the stratosphere and into Space itself.

    Angus grinned with amazement at the endless abyss. Priding himself in knowing that Humanity was on the verge of discovering what lay beyond the void of space, what unknown secrets, and perhaps knowledge that awaited them. Stars from years in the past twinkled endlessly, illuminating the sky as the Eden began it's two day voyage to Luna.


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    Post  Manny on May 25th 2013, 10:22 pm

    Not sure when this happened but...it may be something to look into.

    Republic of North America.

    When you look up Canada on the wiki, it says as of the 25th century. Which is the 2400s.

    But nobody knows when it actually happened. It seems more like a Confederacy between the three countries though.

    Anyways, I gave you that so you get a feel for the times. Perhaps it could be something in the news or something.

    Just trying to help you get the gist of what the era was like.

    OH! The Rainforest Wars is also pretty big. Happened the year before this story begins.
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    Post  Shad0wChas3r on May 26th 2013, 12:29 am

    Thanks Manuel, I appreciate it.

    I'll definitely make reference to them. If you own the Halo Encyclopedia, open to page 26 and look for the year that I did set this for, you'll find out what's next.

    Unless my previous hints within the story didn't mention anything, that thing on that page is one of the big conflicts that Angus *Morgan* and Edward *Alex* are going to get involved with.

    However, the next few chapters will be transit to Luna, getting to know Malone and the squad our two protagonists will be joining, and getting further in depth with Angela and Angus' relationship.

    After that's all said and done, I'll skip straight to the conflict, so we can finally see some firefights, etc. etc.

    Thanks for reading, and I'll definitely read through those to make reference for this story!


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    Post  Doctor Jensen on May 26th 2013, 12:57 am

    Ah, you're actually really drawing me in with this story, Morgan. I really like it. So, Jovian Moon campaigns just happened. Marines deployed for the first time in UNSC history. Now.. the Interplanetary Wars. Can't say I'm not excited for this story. Because I really am.
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    Post  Shad0wChas3r on May 27th 2013, 8:24 pm

    Chapter 3: Public Service Announcement.

    It was complete anarchy. Fire rained down from the sky in the form of pods. The UNSC militia fought with their all, but an invisible enemy was a hard one to win against, and the enemy was making it hard to locate them.

    Angus pressed himself against the wall, Edward right beside him. Their breathing was heavy, something was in the room with them. He knew they had to hold this location. The door splintered beside him, falling to the floor.

    The silhouette entered the doorway, oblivious to the two Marines on the wall behind it. Angus dove at the figure, unsheathing the blade from his armor. Plunging the knife deep within it's blackened face, Angus stepped off of the corpse, checking the body for anything that could be considered useful.

    Reaching into it's ammo bag, he received a card. But instead of the letters to form words that he was expecting, there was rather an image of a badger, viciously ripping apart an eagle. On the other side of the card, it read;

    "One stone, two birds."

    "You get any ideas from this Edward?" Angus asked, looking up.

    Suddenly, a hand clasped over his mouth, as a blunt object hit him across the face.

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    Angus snorted awake, as he realized what he had just witnessed was merely a dream. Looking over at the clock, it was precisely 05:00 hours. Sighing, he stood and dressed himself in fresh clothes.

    "Wazzat?" Edward snored, as his eyes cracked awake.

    "It's 05:15 hours." Angus grunted, tying his boots on securely. "Don't want to disappoint Sarge."

    "Thought you didn't want any part of this?" Edward growled, sitting up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

    "Yeah, well I also don't want another demotion, do you?" Angus spat. "Hell, perhaps if we impress Malone, we might actually get boosted back up to our old places in time."

    "Fine, fine!" Edward growled, standing. "Turn on the news, see if there is anything interesting going on at Earth."

    "Bizarre feeling this is." Angus paused for a second. "Lived on ol' blue all my life, and now we're talking about her, and we're not even a day away from her."

    Grabbing the remote, he flicked on the television on the wall, as Edward entered the restroom.

    "Today marks the one year anniversary of the end of the conflict in the South American Rain Forests, known to many as the bloodiest war since World War II. That's right, one year after the Rain Forest wars folks."

    "Could you sound any less amused by this Joe? People are still dying out there from the economic impact of this war. Not to mention the countless dead from famine."

    "Sometimes it helps to forgive and forget, Ray." Joe replied, looking at his co-worker. "For those of your space people out there that have been living under a rock for the past year, the Rain Forest war claimed over ten thousand UN soldiers lives, along with numerous on the Koslovic and Frienden side."

    "You're forgetting the innocents again, Joe. At least fifty thousand, if not more, workers, natives, animals, and even acres of valuable fertile land were demolished by the war."

    "As always, our hearts go out to those that have lost someone to these tragic events. Which raises the question, what does the newly formed UNSC have to contribute in the war to stop this rebellious activity?"

    " We need to give them time, Joe. Their military was merely formed a few months back, it takes time to settle these things." Ray looked down at his paper. "This just in, Abdul Mohammed's son, Hassan Mohammed, has stirred massive outcries in the Middle Eastern providences. Abdul Mohammed, sought as the public enemy number one of the UN's hitlist, has sent this recording anonymously to the UN headquarters. "

    The screen flickered for a moment, as Edward stepped out of the bathroom, clean and freshly shaven. A man with a typical muslim bushy beard appeared in front of the camera, his hazel eyes drooping from age. His prominent nose flared, as he stared in front of the camera.

    "Benim adım Abdul Muhammed ve ben ilk ve tek tanrı Allah bir peygamber değilim. Bir çoğunuz belki de size, bir terörist olarak beni görmek. Ama insanlara, bir kahraman, kâfirlerin evrenin kurtaracak bir kahraman olarak görülen am!"

    My name is Abdul Mohammed, and I am a prophet of the one and only god Allah. Many of you see me as a terrorist, perhaps to you. But to my people, I am seen as a hero, a hero that will liberate the universe of the infidels!

    "Birleşmiş Milletler, bu dünyada en beslemek ne kendi et ve kan almıştır. Benim adım için, ve benim servet varisi. Şimdi, Birleşmiş Milletler için aynı sunuyoruz. Ben onlar beslemek ne olduğunu alacak, ve kamuya, çalıştırır."

    The United Nations has taken what I cherish most in this world, my own flesh and blood. The heir to my name, and to my fortunes. Now, I offer the same to the United Nations. I will take what it is that they cherish, and I will execute it, publically.

    The camera reverted back, away from the Turkish man's face, as he was seen sitting on a simple wooden chair, an Eagle in the cage before him.

    "Kartal, güçlü, görkemli. Bu yanlış özgürlükler, yanlış barışın bir sembolüdür. Eğer Allah kucaklamak ve kâfirlerin tüm yeryüzünden sildi kadar, hiçbir gerçek barış olacak.

    The eagle, strong, majestic. It is a symbol of false peace, of false freedoms. Until you embrace Allah, and all of the infidels are wiped from the face of the Earth, there will be no true peace.

    Without blinking, or taking his eyes off the camera, Abdul fired the pistol in his hand, as the Eagle lay, limp, plumes of feathers raining down gently back to earth.

    "Bana oğlum dönün ve senin hayatını hızlı ve insanca alınması sağlayacaktır. Yangın gökten yağmur olacak daha, değil mi eğer. Çalıştırmak ne kadar olursa olsun, benim sadece neden bana avlamak sağlayacak ve imha edilecek.

    Morgan Douglas ve Alex Martel. Sen, yirmi dört saat var sen oğlum dönerseniz, sizin ölüm ilk olacak, ve insancıl olacak. Bunu yapmazsanız, size ZEMİN İÇİN YANIK için mücadele tüm izledikten sonra, en son ölecek sağlayacaktır!"

    Return my son to me, and I will ensure that your lives will be taken quickly and humanely. If you will not, than fire will rain from the sky. No matter how much you run, my just cause will allow me to hunt you down, and you will be destroyed.

    Morgan Douglas, and Alex Martel. You have twenty four hours, if you return my son, your deaths will be first, and they will be humane. If you do not, I will ensure that you die last, after watching all that you fight for BURNS TO THE GROUND!

    The video went black for a moment, as the image of a badger tearing apart an eagle appeared on the screen. Angus' mouth dropped, as Edward scoffed.

    "Pussy. We should've been able to kill him before we were relocated." Edward laughed, turning to Angus. "You alright big guy?"

    "That symbol, I saw that in my dream." Angus couldn't believe what he was seeing. Had the dream been a premonition of things to come?

    "Don't worry about it. A dream's a dream. Now let's go, it was your idea to be early."

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    At the mess hall, the duo sat at a table, being what appeared to be the only soldiers eating. Everyone else was barely awake, and there didn't appear to be any soldiers in the mess at the time.

    Suddenly, the door behind them closed, as Sergeant Malone marched forward. Angus and Edward stood, saluting Malone, who grunted them off.

    "This, is this what you two have done?!" Malone growled, pointing to the newspaper he carried in his hand.

    "No, that's the postal system." Edward smirked cockily, as Malone thrust Edward's face into his tray.

    "I meant that whole Abdul Mohammed thing!"

    "Yes sir." Angus nodded. "We were told to capture his son."

    "Perfect, fucking PERFECT!" Malone growled. "Your old bosses WANTED to cause a war!"

    "Their intentions were to cause him to stop, not get worse." Edward spat, a piece of egg launching out of his nose.

    "Well obviously it didn't work." Angus growled. "-And now they are on a manhunt for us two."

    "What's worse, rumors are going around that Abdul is aiming to combine the Koslovics, the Friedens, and the Al Quedans to take down the UN. It'd be the Afghanistan war all over again!"

    "Then us Marine's will show them the exit to whatever God they believe in." Angus grinned. "Right Edward."

    "Yeah whatever, bacon." Edward smiled, holding his last strip of bacon up. "Wait until I've eaten it."

    Malone's hand shot out and grabbed the crunchy deliciousness, eating it in one swift motion.

    "Consider that payback. Finish up you two, I want to meet with you at the shooting range. See what you're made of. From there, I'll tell you what your CURRENT objective is."


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    Post  Doctor Jensen on May 27th 2013, 11:34 pm

    Good stuff. Keep it rolling.
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    Post  Manny on May 27th 2013, 11:45 pm

    Getting the two rebel factions to work together?

    Allah better have some damn FINE persuasion skills if he's going to get Facists and Communists to work together.

    Other than that, the Rainforest wars mention I think helped set the mood for the era. My homeland... Torn apart by gringos... Sad

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    Post  Doctor Jensen on May 28th 2013, 12:39 am

    Manny wrote:Getting the two rebel factions to work together?

    Allah better have some damn FINE persuasion skills if he's going to get Facists and Communists to work together.

    Other than that, the Rainforest wars mention I think helped set the mood for the era. My homeland... Torn apart by gringos... Sad
    Suck it up. We all knew it was going to happen eventually.
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    Post  Manny on May 28th 2013, 12:57 am

    Doctor Jensen wrote:
    Manny wrote:Getting the two rebel factions to work together?

    Allah better have some damn FINE persuasion skills if he's going to get Facists and Communists to work together.

    Other than that, the Rainforest wars mention I think helped set the mood for the era. My homeland... Torn apart by gringos... Sad
    Suck it up. We all knew it was going to happen eventually.
    Rise of the Neo-Nazis?

    The Frieden Facists were supported by the Unified German Republic at the time. Damn Gringos.

    The Koslovics were good ol Communists, which seemed to be Russian but I wouldn't be surprised if there were some Hispanics among them. But Communism is the Gringo's invention.

    Oh and Morgan...I noticed you called the UNSC the government. They're not, never were until the Human-Covenant war.

    I believe you are thinking of the UEG, Unified Earth Government (link)...which was formed AFTER the Interplanetary War.
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    Post  Shad0wChas3r on May 28th 2013, 1:12 pm

    Manny wrote:
    Doctor Jensen wrote:
    Manny wrote:Getting the two rebel factions to work together?

    Allah better have some damn FINE persuasion skills if he's going to get Facists and Communists to work together.

    Other than that, the Rainforest wars mention I think helped set the mood for the era. My homeland... Torn apart by gringos... Sad
    Suck it up. We all knew it was going to happen eventually.
    Rise of the Neo-Nazis?

    The Frieden Facists were supported by the Unified German Republic at the time. Damn Gringos.

    The Koslovics were good ol Communists, which seemed to be Russian but I wouldn't be surprised if there were some Hispanics among them. But Communism is the Gringo's invention.

    Oh and Morgan...I noticed you called the UNSC the government. They're not, never were until the Human-Covenant war.

    I believe you are thinking of the UEG, Unified Earth Government (link)...which was formed AFTER the Interplanetary War.

    Okay, I'll make the necessary edits later tonight.


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    Post  Doctor Jensen on May 28th 2013, 1:26 pm

    And don't forget about the CMA. They worked in conjunction with the UNSC.
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    Post  Shad0wChas3r on June 18th 2013, 11:31 pm

    Chapter 4: Luna

    Angus and Edward trotted into the shooting range. Malone stood there, legs crossed, as he leaned up against the weapon cabinet, a small trail of smoke billowed up from the cigarette in his mouth. Plucking the cancer stick out of his mouth, Malone threw it on the ground, grinding it with his foot.

    Reaching into the locker, Malone pulled out a pair of MP6J Sub-Machine guns, along with a pair of MA26 Assault Rifles. Tossing one of each weapons to each recruit, Malone tossed over some spare clips, of which Angus and Edward gladly placed in their ammo pouches.

    "Gentlemen, before you is an obstacle course unlike any you've seen before. Being in the UNSC, you are going to have to learn Space Combat. This means that gravity will be reduced, or perhaps removed, randomly throughout your time in the combat zone. Your bullets are not live, but rather are standard issue paint rounds to mark where you shoot. Angus, you're color is blue, Edward, yours is red." Malone spoke, as he lead the pair over to the starting entry way.

    "When I blow my whistle, I want you both to work as a cohesive unit to the end, shoot only designated bogeys, and try to beat our last recruit's time: five minutes and forty-eight seconds."

    Clacking a fresh 'clip' of paintballs into his MP6J Sub-Machine gun, Edward grinned heartily as a fresh 'clip' was received into his MA26 Assault Rifle. Malone drew the whistle to his lips, blowing as hard as he could, the shrill twill of the object briefly stunned them, until they rushed into the building. Angus slammed his back against the wall, holding up a hand, he indicated towards himself, and around the corner. Edward nodded, moving his way in front of Angus. Angus pulled the pin off of a flash bang grenade, and chucked it around the corner.

    Crouching low, Edward turned the corner, Angus standing behind him. Edward picked his targets, gently squeezing the trigger at the armored dummies in the room. For those that Edward missed, Angus cleaned them up with his Sub-Machine gun. Satisfied, Edward jumped, as they lightly jogged to the next door. Angus stood behind it, slamming his boot into it's door knob, as the door cracked open. Diving inward, Angus sprayed his weapon, the blue paint encompassing many of his targets. Rolling to the side and behind cover, Angus disposed of his spent clip, while Edward pegged the last few targets.

    "You guys are doing well, but now we're going to throw in some bullets back at you."

    A canister rolled into the room, as Edward and Angus held their heads down, closing their eyes. The flash bang exploded, the concussive force enough to dizzy them. Angus' ear rang obnoxiously as he stood, spraying his sub-machine gun at the encroaching hazards. Edward poked his head out to his left, firing a small burst at one of the men's ankles, dropping them to the floor as he fired at their helmet.

    Moving to the center of the room, each door on all four corners of the room where kicked open, as Edward passed a single clip to Angus, who replaced his. Firing in short controlled bursts, Angus and Edward turned, diving to their sides if needed to avoid incoming fire. Angus stood, as one of the armored soldiers kicked him in the chest, aiming his 'shotgun' at Angus' chest. Sweeping the man's legs out from under him, Angus took to his feet, as the soldier did as well. Preparing to fire his weapon, the soldier batted the sub-machine gun out of his hand.

    Throwing a nasty right hook, Angus growled in frustration as the target soldier ducked the blow. Faking a left jab, Angus looked over to Edward, who tossed over his weapon, in a single swinging motion, Angus bashed the soldier in the helmet with the butt of the rifle, knocking him out cold. Tossing it back to Edward, Angus confiscated the shotgun off of the knocked out soldier, firing a 'shell' of paintballs into his armored chest.

    As they moved to the exit, their feet seemed to travel through air at a much slower rate, taking longer strides then normal. Another, more heavily armored, soldier stomped through the door, even if they did shoot him in the chest, they knew in a real situation, their rounds would never penetrate that armor. Angus swapped to his assault rifle, diving to his right, firing all the way, slowly, to the ground. Edward charged forward, as the heavily armored guard opened fire, jumping upwards, Edward flipped once in air, before making his descent to the ground. Angus took his opportunity to charged the distracted soldier, tackling him to the ground. Swinging a heavy right hook, Edward ran over, kicking the helmeted man hard, knocking him out.

    "Not bad. But how do you do without gravity?" Malone's voice popped over the intercom.

    Their weight shifted suddenly, as they were floating, free falling everywhere and no-where, all at once. Drifting towards the ceiling, Angus kicked off, jetting himself towards the ground, grasping Edward's hand, the two rocketed towards the ground. Unaccustomed to the weightlessness, the two couldn't preform a simple front flip, crashing face first onto the ground. Gravity returned to them, this segment of the test had been a failure. Angus growled in disgust, as Edward scoffed.

    "Get the hell off of me, you big asshole!" Edward flailed, trying to push the big man off of him.

    Malone's boots clomped into the room, as Angus rolled off, brushing himself off. Standing at attention, the two waited to hear what Malone would have to say about it.

    "There is no doubt about it, you're combat prowess from your previous post is showing. For your first time in low and zero gravity combat, I'd say that you are fast learners. However, there is always room for improvement, especially with zero gravity fighting. If there is ever a time you find yourself without Gravity, you'll be sitting ducks, while the bullets riddle you."

    "We'll try harder next time, sir." Angus replied.

    "Speak for yourself big man, that flip I did was pretty sick."

    "Style is not necessary in war, Private." Malone spat. "During your little performance, a Koslovic or Friedan could have shot you out of the air."

    "This is your Captain speaking, we will be arriving at the Luna air-dock in a few hours, make any final preparations now. Thank you for choosing the Eden as your means of travel. "

    "You guys are dismissed for now, I'll see you on the way off of the ship, we'll show you to your loved ones immediately after that."

    Angus and Edward nodded, saluting, as they walked their way back to their cabin.

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    Angus paused, the breathing helmet fixed to his head fogged as his breath steamed the glass. For many years, he had gazed upon the stars, fixated on the Moon on a nearly nightly basis. Now, after all these years of his life, he stood on the very Spacial structure that the very first American man, Neil Armstrong, had stood on two centuries prior.

    Staring 'upwards' he could see the highlighted side of Earth, as a smile pursed his lips. It was truly a sight to behold, despite the terrible danger he and his loved ones were in, the experience that had come from it was breath-taking, and he felt himself enraptured. The feelings of being so far away from his home planet was surreal, and he could only imagine what it'd be like on Mars. His thought process was interrupted, however, when Edward brushed by Angus, Malone right beside him.

    Following his new Squad Leader, Angus took one last peek at the Earth, before heading inside of the facility. Pressure and gravity was restored as the last of the boarders entered the building. Malone hustled the pair down the hall to the barracks, the building was busy, not only with the newcomers, but with soldiers garbed in light brown armor, a single helmet fixated to their head, a tiny screen propped over their right or left eye, dependent on their preferred hands.

    Malone stopped short of one door, numbered one hundred, fifteen. Pointing to Angus, Malone nodded his head over towards the door, as Angus opened the door a crack.

    "Angela, honey?"

    "It's Camilles *Ka-me* now." 'Angela' purred from the other side of the door, flinging it open, as she embraced him. "I saw that public service announcement, and I- I got so nervous."

    Angus embraced her tightly, as he ran his right hand down her long, brunette hair, shushing her as he kicked the door closed. The two released each other slightly, gazing into each other's eyes, as the hugged again, Camilles' eyes red with tears.

    "So what's going on, what's happening?"

    "It's a long story, come on, let's take a look around the room, and I'll tell you afterwards, okay?"

    "O-okay." she nodded, as they gently pecked each other on the lips. "C'mon, you've just got to see the bedroom, for a military base, they've got beautiful beds!"


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    Post  Manny on June 19th 2013, 12:10 am

    Scientifically, there is no such thing as zero gravity.

    But I know what you meant. I can imagine boot camp in those conditions would be rough.
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    Post  Shad0wChas3r on July 5th 2013, 8:32 pm

    Sorry for the tease. I'll be updating this at another point in time. I promise that it will be more action packed soon.


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    Post  Shad0wChas3r on July 22nd 2013, 2:37 pm

    Chapter 5: Badger Squad.

    Angus grumbled as he turned onto his side, burying his head into his pillow. He was well aware that his alarm clock was going to go off in a matter of seconds, and he didn't want his brief time with his wife to be over already.

    Camille grinned, she knew too. Trying to cheer him up, she placed her hands gently on his shoulder, as she drew nearer to him.

    "If it makes you feel any better, you haven't changed since we last had a night like that."

    "Thanks. You didn't do so bad yourself." Angus grinned, as he turned to face her.

    The two embraced quickly, as he took in the scent of lilacs in her hair. He wished this moment would never end, he wished that there wasn't a terrorist organization after him, he wished that Humanity, now able to go through the stars, would learn the values of total peace. But he knew Humanity was a glutton for conflict in some way or another.

    His thought process was broken, however, by the persistent alarm clock, which blared in their ears. Growling, he smashed his fist on the snooze button, as the thing whispered to an end.

    "How long until we see each other again?" Camille asked, as Angus frowned.

    "Two weeks. We're deploying to Mars later on today, although I suppose there is a day or three of waiting just to get there." Angus said, as a tear gently slid down her cheek from her eyes.

    Hugging her tightly, they finished with a quick kiss, before he stood and dressed himself.

    "You stay safe, you hear me?" She commanded.

    "I will." Angus nodded. "I promise."

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    "Well it's about time you showed up!" Edward grinned, tapping Angus in the shoulder. "What's the matter man?"

    "I'm getting too old for this crap." Angus grimaced.

    "Dude, you're only thirty five."

    "Yeah, and I'd like to settle down with my wife. We've been married for six years now, and we've only spent a accumulative time of a month together." Angus clenched his fists as he grit his teeth. "I want to have a family."

    "I'll give Angela credit-"

    "-Camille." Angus interjected.

    "Right, Camille credit. She's had a good deal of patience with you."

    "Yeah, but she doesn't deserve that."

    "Alright ladies, let's keep the chatting for another time." Malone grunted, walking into the barracks. "Badger Squad from the 53rd Battalion are waiting for us."

    Angus and Edward looked at one another, as they sighed, following their gallant Sergeant into the next room over. In the weapons locker were two individuals, one a man, the other a woman, at work prepping for their deployment on Mars.

    "Hey look Viola, we got fresh meat!" The man frowned, glaring at Angus and Edward.

    "So, a couple of ex-spooks think they can replace Damon and Amber then?" the woman replied with a deep Italian accent.

    "Ease up guys. I know the loss of Damon and Amber has troubled us all." Malone replied calmly. "I've spent the past couple of days with these guys. They aren't your typical Spooks. These guys have gotten down and dirty. They were less Spooks, more than they were black ops. Y'know, the shit that's covered in black ink."

    "So what, are they here to gloat then?" Viola growled, glaring at Angus particularly.

    "No ma'am." Angus replied collectively. "I know we're filling the boots of your fallen comrades-"

    "You don't get the right to talk about them!" She hissed, clacking a fresh clip into her sniper rifle.

    "ENOUGH!" Malone barked, as Angus and Viola tensed. "They are our team now. We at Badger take this to a family-like level. We're all brothers and sisters in this squad, and while we'll have our quarrels, we WILL do what is necessary to prove the strength of the UNSC military."

    Viola sighed, as she offered a hand, unmoving past that, towards the two recruits.

    "Corporal Viola Farina. Designated scoutswoman and Sniper of Badger."

    Angus took the initiative to walk over to her, taking her hand with his giant paw.

    "Private, First Class. Angus Harlowe. Nice to meet you."

    "Well, under better circumstances." Edward scoffed.

    The man in the corner, however, didn't off a hand, but rather waved.

    "Lance Corporal James Berkshire. I'm the second in command here, chaps. If Malone isn't around, you take orders from me."

    "Private Edward DeWinter-"

    "Ugh, you sound like something out of a Vampire romance novel!" Viola spat, disgusted.

    "Believe me sister, I didn't want the damn name either. I tried to trade with the big guy here, but the UEG wouldn't hear it."

    "Sounds like you lost a bet in a game of cricket." Berkshire laughed.

    "Oh joy." Edward whispered to Angus. "That guy is the most stereotypical Brit I have ever met."

    "Yes, he is. The rest of us like him for who he is." Viola scowled. "Rule of thumb, if you ain't got nothing to say positive about us, you'd best not say it."

    "How'd-?"

    "-I hear you whispering?" Viola grinned menacingly. "There is a reason I'm a scout and a sniper. I have bat-like hearing. I could hear a bullet cutting through the air before any of you bat an eye."

    "Alright Badger. Now that we've gotten introductions out of the way. Edward, Angus, I want you to prep to ship out. We're boarding the Eden again in exactly thirty minutes."


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    Post  Manny on July 22nd 2013, 3:00 pm

    Y U NO WRITE SEXY TIMES SCENE?!
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    Post  Shad0wChas3r on July 22nd 2013, 3:45 pm

    Manny wrote:Y U NO WRITE SEXY TIMES SCENE?!

    Two different reasons.

    1. I've been single for 18 years. If you recall, I almost had something with Katie, but that didn't work out, 'cause she was going to the city, and I prefer my country life. I haven't found anyone else since then.

    2. Because of number one, I have no experience with teh sexy times. Therefore, how do you expect me to do so? I feel if I try and write it and fail, that I'm not going to do the section any justice. So until I accomplish number 1, I won't be able to write it successfully.


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    Post  Manny on July 22nd 2013, 4:36 pm

    Y U NO WATCH TEH PRONZ?!
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    Post  Shad0wChas3r on July 24th 2013, 5:45 pm

    Manny wrote:Y U NO WATCH TEH PRONZ?!

    I will neither confirm nor deny what my personal actions are. However, the reason why I don't use that kind of stuff as a basis is because it doesn't affect me in a personal level.

    For me, if I haven't experienced it, I can't write it that well. Which is why most of my fight scenes are imagined. Sometimes they come out good, and others they aren't.

    That's why a lot of my military vocabulary and lingo are lackluster.

    In short, I won't write a sexy times scene because I don't understand the feels yet. What makes the time special. Therefore I will imply that it happened, but none of the grit.

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    Post  Manny on July 25th 2013, 7:55 pm

    Y U TAKE ME SERIOUSLY WHEN I TALK LIKE THIS?!

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