Zaguroth

Twam is a Canadian who hasn't had real maple syrup ._.!

Haven't thought up a title for the story yet. Also, the character names except for Michael are replaced with "-'s" until I ask the people whose names they are if it's alright to use them. I could also use some feedback on what you think. Notice: This is a fan-fiction; as such, the characters, events, and places have no effect/place on/in the Halo storyline. Chapter 1 “Welcome to your new home recruits.” Chief Petty Officer Mendez said over the camp’s PA system. “Look around you, these other children will be your family from now on. You will be training to be the best soldiers we can make you. While here, you will do what you are told, when you are told.” He paused and looked at the frightened faces of the young children standing in front of him. “These fine gentlemen here will escort you to your quarters. We start bright and early tomorrow so get some sleep.” In the barracks, the other children were talking to each other and fighting over who slept where. Michael however, was looking around the barracks looking at where every door and window was. When the lights went out, he slept for what felt like minutes, before being woken up by a trumpet blast. The trainers got every child out of bed and out of the barracks where the lined the children up prior to the morning exercises. “Welcome to your first day of training.” CPO Mendez announced. “We will begin with a two click run. Trainers, get them moving.” With that said, the trainers started getting the children running, pushing the ones that paused with enough force to knock them down. Most of the children started running, but Michael stood there wondering what was going on. When a trainer walked towards him about to push him over, Michael turned towards the man, kicked him in the shin and started running to catch up. Halfway through the run, his shoes had come untied and he tripped and fell. Pausing to tie his laces, the rest of the children and trainers passed him, ignoring him. When he had his laces tied, he started running to catch up to the group; he turned a corner and was suddenly in a factory. He turned around thinking that he had walked into a construction site. Behind him was a solid metal wall. Confused, he looked down and saw that he was in his Mjolnir armor. He checked his HUD looking for friendlies; he spotted green dots on the HUD. Moving towards the green dots, he passed mutilated bodies of marines and corpses of Elites, and Grunts. When he reached the area that he had seen the green dots, what he saw devastated him. His team was lying on the ground dead. Plasma burns all over their armor. He looked up and what he saw on the catwalks made his heart sink. All along the catwalks were Elites, Grunts and Jackal snipers. He looked back down to a door and three Elite Zealots walked towards him. One knocked him on the ground jumped on top of him, unsheathed it’s energy sword and raised its arm to stab him in the chest. Before it struck it said; “Wake up Michael!” He opened his eyes and saw his teammate; ----- standing above him shaking him. He looked around and saw that he was in his quarters in the UNSC Prowler; Untimely End. “You were having a nightmare.” ----- said laughing. “Oh… It seemed so real.” Michael replied. Michael stood up from his bed, stretched a bit and said; “Let’s go down to the cafeteria… I’m starving...” While walking down to the cafeteria, Michael and ----- were joined by -----, ----, and -------. The five of them made up the Spartan team known as Panther Squad. ----, the second in command was tall, had broad shoulders, crew cut black hair and didn’t talk much. -----, the leader of the squad was shorter than ----, more muscular, had longer brown hair, and talked too much in some people’s opinions. -----, was the shortest of the five, was the fastest of them, had short black hair, and was rather quiet. ------- was a bit shorter than -----, was the best shot of all of them, had long black hair, and only talked under certain circumstances. Michael was shorter than ----, more muscular than -----, had short brown hair, and hated figures of authority. Down in the cafeteria, the group saw the usual people. The marines were in one corner of the cafeteria, the bridge crew in another, the few onboard ODST’s in another. As they were walking past the ODST’s they noticed one of them was missing. Master Sergeant Adams wasn’t in his normal seat. Michael spoke up. “Hey, where’s your superior?” Sergeant Holland answered. “Soon as he heard you boys were on your way down here he booked it. Said he had something to do. Most likely he’s afraid of you after what happened a few days ago…” A few days earlier, Master Sergeant Adams had tried to pull rank during an argument between himself and Michael. The argument was a childish one, Adams had shown up for dinner in the cafeteria late, and Michael had taken the biggest steak there. During their following argument Adams had said since he was a higher rank he was ordering him to give him the steak. Both the rest of Panther Squad and the ODSTs had warned him about trying that. As soon as the words left Adams’ mouth, he knew he had made a mistake. Michael looked at him, put his plate down, turned and threw a punch that knocked Adams flat on his ***. Adams had gotten up tried to return the punch but was stopped short when he was kneed in the chest by Michael. Adams had fallen to the ground unconscious, and was carried to the medical bay by the other ODSTs. “So… He’s still sore about that whole ordeal?” Michael asked Holland. “Well he’s upset about the fact he didn’t even get to land a punch… You know how most of us ODSTs are, we like a fight but if we can’t even hit our opponent then it’s kind of embarrassing.” Holland replied. “Well then, maybe next time he’ll take the advice he’s given when dealing with our resident hot-head.” ----- said laughing. “Maybe I’ll knock you out next -----.” Michael said. “Alright boys… Settle yourselves down and eat your food.” A man said as he walked in. Everyone looked up at the man who just walked in. It was Second Lieutenant Abe Daniels. Daniels was the man that every soldier on the ship looked up to and respected, even Michael, so when he said to do something, it was done. “Officer on deck.” ----- announced. “No need for formalities, at ease. I’m just here to eat my food like the rest of you. Just be sure not to cause any ruckus while I’m watching. Don’t want to be disciplining you guys… Not again anyways…” Daniels said. Everyone laughed after Daniels had said that. He just seemed to have a way about him that could take the anger out of a mother bear defending her cub. That was a large part of the reason that the soldiers looked up to and respected him so much.

o_o I hope nothing bad happens and look forward to when you return.

random name time! Galius Undalum dunno where that came from lol

The "scanner" part of the helmet would be pointless, the regular helmet is supposed to have that function...

I know who it is o_O (Least I think I do) Welcome back ________

343i Username: Zaguroth GT: Zaguroth Team: 6v6 I liek funz lol....

He means Sergeant Forge from Halo Wars, who also happens to be my fav non-spartan character lol.

Lol, these stories of yours make me laugh xD. My guy is like the Hulk but with an axe instead of green skin o_o

Someone with artistic abilities should work with Skys and make this into a comic series lol. Still loving the story Skys keep them coming xD.

Rawr, me Zaguroth me angry, me has axe that grows o_O These stories make me laugh xD keep them coming lol.

Well, I'm willing to help with body acting and possibly voice acting, (Donut seems to like using my voice for his mini-machinimas).

I'm not silver ._. but I'm dedicated to the site D: Do I still get free sodas? On topic, congrats Syko (2 days later)

Well Cupman, it was fun talking to you whenever I did. Sad to see you leave Hope you come back soon.

Well, if you still plan to have it, I'll join it (even though i suck at 1v1s)

I'm sorry to hear about your loss Glory. Like Biggles said, if you ever need to talk, send me a PM.

Or just have a poll ._.!

Sweamy, I'm sad to see you leave. But, life must come before the forum. I hope you reach your goals and look forward to the day that you can start coming back online at least half as much as you previously did.

Wasn't expecting this when looking at the previous status updates.. You were a great Mod and a very good friend to everyone on these forums. I hope you get your stuff sorted out and come back to us soon.

Very nice shoutout to a well deserving person

What... why are you leaving Derp Everyone who has talked to you would care about you leaving...

Welcome back Aza I missed having you around D:

Is top banana

Just to let you know, you need permission from the Art Department to make a signature shop.

I like the hunters ._.