Halo Spartan Oc Novels & Stories

The G-force pressed my spine against the back of the saddle, the world around me slowing down into a terrifying, weightless crawl. I raised the data-deck, aiming it at the glowing white square of the hangar bay above us. < EXECUTING: IFF_SPOOF_OVERRIDE.EXE > I felt the Origin-Code in my blood surge, traveling down my arm and into the deck. A pulse of invisible, sapphire energy erupted from the Sovereign. Inside the hangar, the blinding white security lights instantly flickered and turned a deep, friendly green. The automated ceiling turrets, which had just swiveled to track our ascending heat signatures, suddenly went slack, their targeting lasers winking out.

She tried to step forward, but Mara clutched her sleeve desperately, shaking her head, whispering hoarsely: “No—if you go near him when it spikes—” Elara froze, torn between instinct and fear. Halden sprayed again, sweeping foam across the unit’s joints. The unit’s tool arm stuttered—a fraction of a second of lag. Dante used that fraction. He drove his knee into the unit’s chassis, hard. Metal rang. The unit slid back, wheels gripping, recalibrating. Dante’s breath came in ragged pulls. His heart was hammering so fast he could barely feel the spaces between beats. Under his skin, the branching shadows pulsed in time with the rhythm—like something was syncing to him.

She had a black cloak over her overweight body and peeks of her white hair were visible from under the hood of the cloak. “Sit down,” she spoke, and I did. Xander took a seat beside me. He seemed a little bit uncomfortable. “Place your hand on the crystal,” she instructed me, and I did as I was told. She placed her wrinkled hands over mine and closed her eyes. For some unknown reason, my heart was beating fast. “I speak no direct words, so you’ll have to figure out on your own what I mean.” I slowly nodded and waited for her to tell me anything. “You may be beloved, but that’s not who you are thought to be. You are… much more. You’re a halo, a source of light that illuminates its surrounding

he pointed at the corner where they lay on each other untouched. Wanda ruffled his hair, mumbling under her breath “Uncle James sure is a handful, isn't he?” “The Doctor was also here,” said Andy, causing Wanda's smile to falter. She turned to him “Doctor Deane was here? What for?” A surge of panic caused her heart to jump. Andy tucked his hand underneath the pillow and brought out a small container “The Doctor said it was for you and that it was important” Wanda blinked at him, her eyes flickering from Andy's gaze to the small container. She took it, examining it with her eyes. A soft sigh escaped her lips when she realized what it was. Her heart warmed up. It was an ointment for her bruise

the guy complained, “You’ll get mobbed! For sure!” “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of that stuff,” Johan replied. “I’m Johan, that’s Dorin, Margarette and Lilith, and you?” “I’m 2nd lt. Grayson!” Lilith piped in. “I-I’m Sgt. Matthew Owen...” said the new recruit, “elemental weapons... master class...”

He pointed to the timer that had count down to about forty minutes left. "Let me see if I can shut it down." Ricardo began keying in a set of command that brought the screen blank and lines of code began to appear. "Or maybe I can at least hibernate it long enough for your friends on the mountain to take over and contain it." A few minutes and an enter key later, the equipment powered off. "It's done," he sighed in relief. A smile had just begun to form on Megan's face when the glass panel suddenly began to beep with blue light running across its structure, and all the nanites went red-hot.

​The molten orange glare of the geothermal siphon cast long, distorted shadows across the massive cavern of Sector 00. As the monolithic black titanium cylinder fully emerged from the liquid stone, the automated cooling manifolds began to hiss, spraying high-pressure nitrogen vapor that swirled around the towering Vanguard Titan Chassis 01.

There are not many things there only a desk with a chair, a bookshelf that's full of books, and a television on the wall. I quickly stepped forward, "SD agent, Katarina Clyde, code Eagle Team." "SD agent, Scout Kipper, code Cayote Team." "AD agent, Kelly Crawford, code Cheetah Team." "AD agent, Johan Marshall, code Kangaroo Team." "SD agent, Britt Preston, code Cheetah Team." "AD agent, Minnie Lopez, code Eagle Team." "AD agent, Hade Fox, code Eagle Team." I turn my head quickly to 'Hade'. Nice try, you impostor.

The hangar bay of the U.S.S. Constitution felt like a pressure cooker. Steam hissed from the hydraulic lifts as the Deep-Dive Submersible (a specialized underwater vehicle designed to withstand the weight of miles of ocean) was lowered into the moon pool. This wasn't the Nautilus-7; this was a military-grade "Sparrow," a compact, iron-clad vessel reinforced with Ablative Lead Plating (sacrificial layers of metal that absorb radiation and pressure) to survive the radioactive depths of the Acheson Trench (the deepest, most pressurized canyon on the ocean floor).

Charlotte’s point of view: It was late at night, after I had settled in I saw it, I saw a group of people formed in a circular formation, they each had similar looks on their faces, they were in a corner, around the battle-field. Taking them off my mind, I walk towards the centre of the field and begin running round again, my whole mind was in a frenzy and I felt like letting loose, so I did just what I felt, my mind started becoming clear when I decided to give into my system, and I felt me changing, I felt my blood boiling, then my bones becoming more stable, everything in my system was changing I could feel it, I decide to take this time to learn to train myself to transform properly, I l