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Hope: Prologue
Date: 12 June 2004, 2:40 AM
Thanks for reading this and please respond to this, its my first fan fiction. Send reponses please to winterraptor@hotmail.com. Authors want to hear reponses, live to hear responses, of how people like, dislike their stoires, so please respond. It'll be awhile before Chapter 1 comes out, so please respond and tell me what you think will or want to happen.
Thanks, Dragun
This story is my interpretation of what the occurs outside of the Halo Universe, as in what happens while The Master Chief is on halo; connecting the two games togehter. Enjoy
Prologue
On the last day of August, a day humanity will never forget. Reach fell. The stronghold of humanity. The military headquarters of the Chinese, of the Americans, of the Canadians, of the Russians, of the Indians, of the Iranians, of the Nigerians, of every nationality, of every race, of humanity. Of the brave men and women who fought in the far flung planets of the galaxies. Millions perished in the Massacre of Reach. Hundreds of ships were lost. Frigates, scouts, destroyers and even cruisers. Soldiers, men and women lost their lives, defending their freedom, fighting for their survival. In a lost battle.
As the news of the fall of Reach played on the vidscreens of Earth, men and women dropped to their knees. To pray. Not for the defeat of the brutal Covenant. Not for the demise of those beasts. Not for vengeance over Reach, but for humanity's very survival. Christians, Catholics, Buddhists, prayed as one to the gods of war, to the gods of life, to the gods of survival, of all that life was worth living for. Lawyers, monks, bankers, engineers, soldiers, men and women of humanity, of earth's embraced united under the threat of the Covenant, of the merciless Elites, the hunkering Hunters, the devilish Jackals and the masses of grunts, nodded. Nodded that they would survive, not matter what. That humanity will always live on and survive. Survive whatever the gods, whatever the Covenant throw at them. Survive.
Mere hours after Reach had fell on that fateful day, President Craig Dover of the United Nation Space Command stood up to speak. Not from a prepared speech on a sheet placed in front of him on the podium, but from his heart. "Humanity will never forget this day. The day when Reach fell. The day, which everything fell apart. The day where humanity had a knife to its heart. The where a deathblow was aimed at its head. The day humanity fells to its knees. The day all hope fell. The day where out men and women, humanity's soldiers fought for their lives, for our lives and lost. The day where our warriors defended out freedom. I shall not forget them. Humanity shall not forget them. Not shall you. Historians of the future will have two pasts witch they could write about. They could record how humanity gave up. Dropped to its knee, let the bastards tear our heads off. Let humanity be just that, history. Nothing but history. Or the historians could record how humans got back up to its feet. Did not drop to its knees. Did not let the Covenant onto out planet without a fight. Starting beating back at the Covenant. And survive. Where there is a will, there is always a way. Nothing is impossible. We shall survive. But there is something that is impossible. It is impossible that the Covenant bastards will takes us down without a goddamn fight. The one thing that separates dreams and accomplishments is one simple thing. Pure desire. Humanity has the will to survive, but do you, humanity, have enough desire to survive? Do you believe in it enough that it will become reality? We have to believe as one that we will survive. Just as the soldiers work as one. There is not racism. There is not sexist bastard in the army. Cause they're working as one. As long as everyone is working as one, we will survive. As one, we will not go down quietly without a fight. We will scream bloody murder and tear those motherfuckers into pieces. We will survive, and we'll defeat those Covenant bastards, cause it we fail, it will be the last goddamn thing we do."
Men and women, boys and girls huddled together in shelters, in offices, in basements, in kitchens, anywhere that was remotely warm and comforting, and prayed for their loved ones. Their husbands, their wives, their brothers, and sisters, prayed their uncles and aunts, prayed for sons and daughters. Prayed that there was a prayer, and that humanity will live on, that humanity will prevail and for their very own survival.
Prayed for hope.
Hope
Date: 14 June 2004, 2:06 AM
Thanks for reading this and please respond to this, its my first fan fiction. Send reponses please to winterraptor@hotmail.com. Authors want to hear reponses, live to hear responses, of how people like, dislike their stoires, so please respond. It'll be awhile before Chapter 1 comes out, so please respond and tell me what you think will or want to happen. Also, this is only the rough story, so any reponse will help me make it better for you guys. Enjoy!
Thanks, Dragun
This story is my interpretation of what the occurs outside of the Halo Universe, as in what happens while The Master Chief is on halo; connecting the two games togehter. Enjoy!
P.S. Maybe the President did swore too much. Puts into perspective of how Bush reacted after 911, rather calmly now that I think about.
Chapter One
1038 Hours, August 30, 2552 (Military Calendar /
Sol System, Earth, New York City
President Dover was pissed. Pissed that the Covenant was able to glass Reach. Pissed that the Covenant was able to find reach, despite bypassing a dozen Inner Colonies. Despite what he said, Dover was scared shitless. What the hell am I supposed to do, he thought, Reach was my trump card, and had half my assets. Shit. "What the hell was we supposed to do. Reach had half of our fleet, and thirty divisions of marines," President Dover proclaimed to the Joint Chiefs of Staff. The Joints Chiefs were all that remained of the Senior Staff. The rest of the Senor Staff perished along with Reach and hundred of warships.
'Well...we could continue the plan the Spartans were on," spoke Admiral Bradley, the unofficial leader of the group.
"Yeah, and lose another cruiser. We already lost the Spartans, you want to lose more?" asked Admiral Smith.
"Let's hear your plan."
"Any plan is better than yours"
"As I said, let's hear you goddamn plan."
"Our fleet would form a strong perimeter around our inner colonies. Screw the research into the Covenant. Put the trillions of dollars spent there into building more ships and weapons. As we improve out numbers, we'll just swarm them like they swarmed us. Give us two years, and we'll have twice the amount we bad before Reach. "
"Our fleet would be too spread out. Or didn't you realize that Reach had fell, along with half our assets, even though they had half of our whole fleet. Our perimeter would fall within days."
"Any other plans?" asked Admiral Johnson.
"Surrender?"
"Hell no. What the fuck do you think you're thinking about? Have the Covenant every shown mercy. They would laugh at us, and then kick us when we're down. Beside, didn't you just hear the President's speech? No surrender."
"Better than fucking whittled down to nothing. We still have a chance with..."
"Bullshit. That would be like inviting a goddamn murderer into your own house. . I don't believe this shit. I mean, sorry for all the swearing, Mr. President, but tough times... erm...not desperate measures...anyways. If we surrender, we're dead. Period. Dead. Not Alive. Dead."
"Shut the fuck up. What the fuck were you doing when I spoke? Didn't you hear that we have to work as one? And here you all are. Grown men, arguing like five year olds. Oh, I want this. No, I want this. So why don't you all just shut up. I mean, I'm the president. Even though we've been though decades of war, I still don't understand warfare as well as you guys. Yet here you are, arguing like little girls. Now, listen up! To survive, we need earth to survive. What do we have to do to insure this?
"Well...we could have a fleet form a perimeter..."
"Shut up. Our perimeter would be too weak. I just said that. We don't have enough ships to form a strong perimeter. We can never have enough ships to from a perimeter. A fucking swarm of birds could get through our perimeter. A thousand ships would be too little. Yet two thousand would be too much. Imagine two thousands ship clogging up the space around Earth. How would they fire accurately? "
"Okay..."
"We need earth to be so strong that we could survive. We don't have enough time to build 'super' MACs that were on Reach. How about quickly withdrawing all out forces back to earth. Here, we could form an effective resistance."
"How about the civilians? Left to fend for themselves? "
"So you're saying we're going to stuff eleven billion civilians and twenty-one divisions of marines on one planet. That's insane. How the hell can we move that many men and women in a few years, let alone a few months."
"There are already 9.8 billion civilians and thirteen divisions of marines on earth. We could do it. It would take a monumental effort, but it's certainly possible."
"What then. The Covenant would just siege us. The bastards would just send ship after ship, troops after troops and just wear us down"
"Er...I haven't thought that far."
"Great, all we got now is a half assed plan."
"We could continue that Spartan plan."
"Didn't we decide that plan wouldn't work?"
"No...you decided that."
"Well..."
"We have to survive the first attack, and then bring the fight to them. While we're busy withdrawing back to earth, just send a ship to ambush a Covenant scout or frigate. We can get the Covenant home world coordinates. If, no, when we survive the Covenant attack, we bring the fight to them.
"That's a plan? You're crazy. Its suicide, but then... any plan is better than no plan."
"So let me get this straight. We withdraw EVERYONE back to Earth, which lets the bastards take the Inner Colonies without a fight. Meanwhile, we capture the Covenant's home world co-ordinates and eventually bring the fight to them. Is that right?" asked President Dover.
"Sounds right."
"That's the most stupid, unoriginal plan, insane plan I ever heard of. "
"It is a plan..."
"It's a plan, better than surrendering."
"It's not like we have a better plan. I mean, we've been fighting the Covalent for decades, and we only had two or three complete victories. Two or three. No victor in any of the wars thought human history had two or three victories before losing. Your men, you country, hell, even yourself, would give up with that few of a victory. Yet...I have nothing else to put my hope on. I'm in."
"I'm in."
"Why not?"
"It's something."
"I'm game"
"All go"
"My men are willing"
"Just to make in unanimous...I'm in."
"Good. If we work as one, we will survive and we might actually win this war."
The men, each going on their own way, carried the weight of an entire species on their shoulders. The hope and dreams of over eleven billion men and women, husband and wives, brother and sisters, lovers and friends.
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