CaptainRaspberry

Chapter 5: Descent When the Spirit touched down, Oriné 'Fulsamee stepped out warily behind Commander 'Ongyomee—the forest was almost peaceful, but here and there the thunder of an explosion or the staccato of human weapons broke the illusion. The two Operatives took careful stock of their surroundings and waved the Unggoy out. As soon as all of Hallowed Unit had disembarked, 'Ongyomee signaled the dropship to lift off and return to the Truth and Reconciliation. Once the ship was out of sight, the commander turned to the team. "We shall endeavor to disrupt the human attack force, but our ultimate goal is to reach the outpost and le

Chapter 4: Shadow Games Esam 'Mijumee eased himself against the wall, careful of his aching muscles. For the past several hours he had been dragging crates across the underground facility, as well as trekking back and forth from site to site. Overseer 'Oegulee had been running him ragged, handling extra projects and lending support to lost or confused infantry units. He figured it was probably revenge for earlier "undermining" the Major's authority. At the moment, Esli 'Sarodee was taking a rest cycle, so Esam withdrew his Lumidex and cycled through the Battle Net, looking for a way to dispel his boredom. One thread caught his eye. Highlig

Chapter 3: Special Operations The night was long for Oriné 'Fulsamee and the rest of his unit. Deck by deck they scoured the entire cruiser, looking for any sign of human treachery: bombs, mines, traps, anything. A few times an alert had gone out and all nearby warriors had ceased their search and rushed to aid another unit, but each time was a false occurrence, after which they had to find their way back to where they were and begin again the mind-numbing investigation. Dawn found the end of the search, revealing that there were no human remnants left behind, nor traps laid for unsuspecting warriors, nor sinister sabotage of vital sys

Chapter 2: Halo When the dropship doors fell open, Oriné 'Fulsamee's motions were mechanical and rehearsed. Immediately he barked and gestured for the Unggoy to fall in line, and gave them a quick inspection. One's posture was drooping and another didn't have his weapon at the ready. To each he gave a stern reprimand combined with a verbal threat to set them straight; much to his surprise, however, Rurut, who had followed him after the rendezvous on the ship Twisted Faith, was in perfect form. As the dropship ascended back into the sky, Oriné saw Yarna giving the same riot act to all three of his Grunts. Once he had finished, they

A Note about Canon: Canon is tricky, particularly for an ongoing video game series. As you may have noticed (and I know you did, I got a lot of comments about it) some of my info is out of date or otherwise wrong. This is because a lot of the information I have to guess and/or make up to fill in holes in the official story is plot important and can't be changed with a simple revision. The result is that, as canon expands and clarifies, my work -- despite my best efforts -- suffers some drift from the source. Some of it I can fix, such as when we learned that the tuning fork-shaped dropship was called the Spirit and up until then I had calle

5. Shadows Since the advent and widespread integration of the Operoids into American society, the underpinnings of cities have been slowly changing. Immigrant labor bowed under the onslaught of cheap artificial counterparts, perhaps soon to break. In order to pay for their own cost of creation, Operoids were mandated to complete two to three years of indentured servitude, their wages -- their right to which was protected by UN law -- were paid to the factory of their origin. As a result, American business kept a careful eye on how much was paid to what Operoids. But as is easy to imagine, an entire black market had cropped up to counter the

4. Fire, Fire Linda Shain was already waiting when Detective Adger and Agent Toye arrived on the scene. Two firetrucks were parked at angles in the street, but the crews were standing around the blackened ruins. To Adger, it looked like the fire had started to spread to the other buildings, but the Fire Department must have responded just in time: from what he could tell, there were only black stains on the bricks. Not fun to clean up, but a lot better than any sort of real structural damage. "What happened?" Adger asked as he climbed the soot-stained stairs to where Linda stood. "Fire investigator and CSI are on their way." She motioned t

3. Port of Call Detective Cody Adger sat on a bench outside The Port o' Missing Men on Revere Beach, watching the choppy early-autumn water glisten in the sunset. The meager rays that persisted between the profiles of buildings warmed his neck, but the breeze was growing chillier. His mood cooled with it. Over the course of the afternoon, he had hit up as many contacts as he could find. A few phone calls, several visits, and a check-in with the boss confirmed it: nothing was moving on the case. If the feds were having any better luck, they weren't bragging about it. He kicked a pebble off the property limit and listened for it clicking agai