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Friday, 31 December 2010


Ok, so I'm a day late but come on; are you going to be so picky?
So the Hiatus is over and now it's coming to a new time, the new year is upon us and stuff has gotta change. Ok, I get it but let's make a check list because if we don't I'm sorry I won't remember...

  1. More Views
  2. More Comments
  3. More sick stories! 
So, seems like a good old list. I know what my New Years Resolution is this year and it is:


 Well, now you know I'm back and ready for action...

Saturday, 25 December 2010


(AUTHOR'S NOTES: Okay, so Hiatus is off as it's christmas day and I know some people will get bored during the day and check the computers, here I am dishing you a dose of Christmas-y Spartans... So, okay, festive chaos. Anyway, the glassing of Reach happens before Christmas so this is a non-canon part of POR. However, see if you can guess what's going on...)

Reach Time: 00:01
Date: 25th December 2552 - Christmas Day
Location: UNSC Storm Control; Warrant Officer Orso's Quarters

 I hadn't been asleep that long with all the noise from the lower decks, I'd stayed up thinking to myself instead. The racket would have made it impossible to sleep anyway but I thought to myself about the lights and the trees and the cheer that was going on around Storm Control. I couldn't help but feel warm about the fact such an ancient archaic holiday could actually bring everyone together; I mean, we sat to eat with ODST troopers and Cyph3r behaved. A rare occasion.

 Once my train of thoughts had stopped though and I'd cleared my mind I tried to make my way to sleep, not long after finding my way though; Cyph3r on the dot of 1 minute past midnight stormed into my room and screamed at the top of his lungs: "MERRY CHRISTMAS!"
 After the initial shock of the surreal image of Cyph3r in his boxer shorts screaming in my room, my eyes adjusted to the dark and I could see the others were all in the door way: Rodriguez stacked high with presents; Johnathon trying to act cool and pretend he wasn't excited; Cyph3r still dancing about half naked; and two others stood at the door way...

Xiang stared intently...

 The two others Renuku and Turner stood back, estranged not sure as to what to say really but nonetheless looking merry Renuku rubbing his bald head and Turner beaming a stupid grin. "SANTA'S CAME TO TOWN BOYS AND GIRLS!" yelled Cyph3r a bottle of Jack in one hand and somehow six glasses in the other "Dish out the presents big boy and let's get the drink flowing!" I'd never seen Cyph3r so excited for anything as much as he was for this, he helped Rodders put out piles of presents although small but piles all the same neatly by alphabetical order even. So he was first, of course.

And Xiang soon let out a tear of joy as she watched the childish antics of her lover unfold...

 "Ok, everyone, one at a time..." said Cyph3r explaining the rules " Renuku get over here!" he yelled pulling the dark skinned individual to the circle. "C'mon!" Renuku watched his commander and sat beside inbetween him and Rodriguez an intimidating place but he saw nothing of it and looked around, seeming unsure. "I don't know if I should do this y'know..." he murmured anxiously "But I don't-"
"Oh be quiet, hippy, they're presents open them.!"

 Xiang laughed to herself watching it unfold as Renuku had present upon present shoved on him by all of us, laughing and joking.

We'd been sensitive, we'd got him things we knew he'd like, things that would remind him of his home; native art, music and even a strange instrument which none of us could figure how to play. He seemed overjoyed and I felt warm just watching, looking at one of the presents Cyph3r had gotten me. "Ok," I gulped opening the top of the lid with great excitement...
 My face was black with soot as the parcel exploded but left a huge weight in my hands, Cyph3r was laughing repeating "I got you Bear!" over and over and I examined what i had in hand. A smile crept across my face; it was a picture of all of us, armour on but helmets off smiling and me squirming as Turner continously pinched my bum to make me ruin the photo. I giggled. And then Muse company arrived.

 Even Xiang raised an eyebrow...

"Anybody know somebody who'd like to kiss a girl under the mistletoe?" Tanja purred seductively to a chorus of responses but I sat quiet. The rest of Muse Company followed all wearing the same skimpy Santa's little helper garbs; red, revealing, white trim and most of all probably one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen and as she swayed towards me holding the mistletoe over our heads. I felt my heart in my throat. Thumping away to pump blood to certain areas; one not being my brain as I couldn't even put a sentence together...

She kissed me and Xiang wolf whistled as I lingered for a second, both of us smiling at one and other "Good stuff poo-head." laughed Tanja as the rest of the girls came in "Pick a boy ladies they're on me!" Flocking in they each chose but Cyph3r, with all his will and might resisted temptation and got up. "We'll open more presents later guys, but now there's a  very naughty girl upstairs waiting for a visit from Santa..."

 We all got the sexual undertone and we all looked blankly at him; appauled and myself a little bit nauseous form what he just said. He shrugged and simply replied: "What, you're telling me you've never fantasised about doing a girl dressed as St. Nick...?"

"No..." was the reply, form everyone else but he shrugged again.
"Fuck you, I mean... Uh."
"Not great choice, ey, Cy?" Said Tanja, watching him walk out laughing to himself ; Xiang in hysterics on the floor. I laughed as well and Tanja sat on my lap caressed my face. I'd seen why Christmas was so special...

<simulation #555.6/1 terminated - christmas end>
<files: TARTARUS + MUSE Psych closed, christmas engine closed, TARTARUS images: 6636323O; 668329; 686213876; 53; 32321; 1 closed; closed >
<powering down>
<Goodnight General Xiang>

Date: Unknown
Time: Unknown
Location: Unknown VR Simulator.

 She took her disk, in a tear stained hand, wiped away the sever flowing damp with her sleeve and lit herself a cigarette. She was sad and happy and angry and confused all at the same time. She found it hard to express all at the same time. All she could do was sigh as she looked back in the now empty room of black panels and snivel to herself alone in the dark and cold. 

 It wasn't the young feisty Xiang remembered on Reach; her hair was greying and wrinkles now dotted her once flawless complexion . A man wearing a white coat entered saluting quite quickly as he did and looking towards the disc in the general's hand sighed. "I'm sorry ma'am," he said knowing he'd interrupted her "But a new batch just came in and they need-"
"Don't worry Doc, I understand fully." she gasped, trying to appear strong in front of the scientist. He however being a smart man in people as well as science saw through the mask the ageing lady was trying to wear and put a comforting hand on the old veteran's shoulder "May I ask what you were looking at ma'am?"
"S...*sob*...S...Something..." she stuttered "I'll never get for Christmas..."
She walked out, past the new bunch of Spartan soldiers the Doctor had mentioned still wiping fresh tears from her pale, wrinkled cheeks "You ain't my boys and you will never replace them."

Sunday, 19 December 2010

BLOG: Christmas Time!

Well hello everyone, all the cool cats who have advent calendars would be able to tell you it's now only six days till Christmas and now it'd time to get busy busy as the climatic day approaches.

I have some big tasks set before me during this holiday and will probably in all senses of the word be; "Shattered" after this holiday but there's one thing about this Christmas that's very very special to me. It's the fact I'm actual legal to drink this Christmas and that oit's the first Christmas with my girlfriend. Which always makes things very exciting.

 Anway, to you though Christamas also means that things will be going into hibernation for a while; football clubs, other activities etc. I'm afraid the same's to be said of the Authorial after this post I'll be on Hiatus till DECEMBER 30th to recover from my Christmas Holiday wounds (in the forms of a hangover and other stupid things) as well as just to have a slight rest.

 I wish you all a very merry Christmas.


Friday, 17 December 2010

BLOG: Grease was the word and signals an end of an era...

Ok, so you meet me in the street and look at me?
What's the last thing that goes through your mind?
That I do musicals, dancing and singing; I doubt you'd be the first to think that as I am probably not the stereotypical person whom would do such an event. Yet, I auditioned for Grease got the part of Vince Fontaine (Who seems to be paedophile extrordinaire, is this a comment on me?) anyway and I practised and practised until the three shows we had to do (four if you count the one to year 6's which in my eyes was probably the worst idea ever.) The end of Grease signals more then the end of what seemed to be a great show but an end to an era, us Year 13's, this was our last chance and seems as if now; it's time for us to take the final bow.

 I hadn't realised till now the impact of this showing being my last at the Rushden Community College; 7 years in the same place seeing it grow and evolve are also coming to an end. Scary, huh?

 Us Year 13's have had our last chance to do something great on that School's stage and next year it seems that we'll all be going are separate ways and giving our old hats to the newer up and comers of Year 12; we've become a bygone era/ generation already...

 And although it's sad to think that way, but not untrue at all. I've done my part sung my last song and had my last curtain call and what fine ones they were. The end isn't really the end but the start of something new and exciting I suppose; new place, new people, new face. University isn't as far off as I thought it was and that realisation isn't just coming to me now I believe, I think that evidence of that spawned tonight when we realised like Michael Jackson before us that THIS IS IT! This is us, this is our swan song and personally you're going to bloody hear it, every fibre, every sweat drop poured into something spectacular spectacular!

 Like, I said; It's sad to think that I'm now old news and that someone else will soon fill the hole I'm going to leave but I'm not going to complain because at least I've left a hole and I'm going to leave whole myself.

All I gotta say really...


Sunday, 12 December 2010

BLOG: Portfolio over Christmas

 Well, I need to start on my creative writing Portfolio, seems like it should be alright I have lots of work to show; there's no drought of the stuff so all I need to do now is plan, plan heavily into what I'm actually going to have IN my portfolio! GAAAAAAH!

 I was thinking of dividing it into forms of writing and just having multiple examples of each, seems fair enough when I think about it but I'm not sure. What do you guys think...?

  • Prose x 3
  • Poetry x 3
  • Play x 3
  • Academic Essay x 3
  • Review x 3
  • Letter? (Not sure on this)
Three's the magic number and it'd be easy to do it this way but I need you the public to submit ideas to the authorial, so...

Leave a comment on this post with your ideas of how to set up my Portfolio because I wonna make a good impression and anything that gets me ahead of the game in the form of advice or hints will be very useful!

Much love CIASSOU! x

ADDERSON'S VERDICT: How To Train Your Dragon (Film)

Name: How To Train Your Dragon
Platform: DVD
Publisher: Dreamworks
Release Date: 15th Novemeber 2010
Certificate: PG

 A kid's film I just decided to watch with my girlfriend one day and am so glad that I did really. Everyone had been raving about it but I'd never got round to it and I said it'd be one of the first films I reviewed and here it is right now about to get on to The Authorial.

 How To Train Your Dragon follows the story of outcast Viking Hiccup the chief's hopeless son whom is desperate to be like the other vikings; in doing so he builds inventions because of his small physique to take out the things that allow a Viking to prove themselves: Dragons.

It's with one of his many machine's that Hiccup takes down a Night Fury one of the rarest and powerful Dragons in existence and it's this Dragon you see on the cover and whom becomes Toothless. Hiccup's fateful friend. We map out both of their growth through the film, Hiccup helping his crippled Dragon (it's tail fin gets damaged) and in doing so, then go on to save the Vikings by taking out the huge "boss dragon" at the end of the film.

 Although the plot is good and the characters even including the voiceless Toothless and the minor characters are good; the thing that I loved about How To Train Your Dragon is an underlying parallel to probably most teenagers in modern day society. Those who are different, who feel out of place and like they don't belong who then find someone who is just as scared and lost as they are and growing with them. We see this in Toothless and Hiccup's relationship when they meet for the first time, they are both as scared as one and other and it takes them to start something great. It took two frightened outsiders to change a way of life set in stone for generations and this is what can happen in real life really when you think about it, okay, I'm not about to go ride a Dragon but it takes the youth of today to shape tomorrow...

However, I think the most lovely thing about the film is the ending, not only being filled with Viking and Dragon peaceful coexistence but how Hiccup (be careful there's a spoiler ahead) is maimed and loses his leg on a parallel to Toothless' tail fin and the Dragon repays it's friend through helping him cope as the boy had once helped him. Although this image caused controversy I like the thousand's of parents at the test screening thought that this image was iconic and beautiful in itself . This was a lovely thing to see that the two friends were united in all aspects and that a hero was not invincible...

Although this film is cute and makes me wish to invest in a pet Dragon (especially Toothless whom is like the cutest thing ever!) with a 10 year old Brother who is a fanatic on the books, He tells me that the film itself was mostly artistic license that the book was totally different and although I must admit from what he's described to me the film has a better plot; I think films should remain true to books just so you don't get fooled into reading them and not having the same experiences. The film is sweet, good and entertaining and I would recommend it to anyone.

Saturday, 11 December 2010

POETRY: We kids move on pretty quick.

Don't say you miss me
If you don't make the effort
Because we kids aren't waiting around
We're onto the next thrill pretty quickly
Not waiting for you to come to your senses
And me, oh me, am hurt the most by your betrayal

 Cause we're growing up
In all different ways
And If you're missing it
I'm sorry but remember
You crowbarred us apart
And you're missing the best bits

So when you see us again
And You don't recognise us
Through old eyes and reminiscence
You'll be sorry
Because we weren't going to wait around
And I'm sorry

We missed you,
Then we lost you,
All our promises mean little now
I smile now because of one thing
I'm moving on now
And I soon realised.

We kids move on pretty quick.

Friday, 10 December 2010

BLOG: Sheffield Hallam Offer, work and seeking new writing opportunities.

Well, well, just a normal blog today you see thought I'd slow the pace down a little maybe or maybe do some new stuff. not sure yet, I have a pilot I want you guys to look at but I'm not sure. We'll see...


 I got an offer back from Sheffield Hallam of 280 UCAS points which is roughly about two Bs and a C; which ain't bad at all really only thing is that I have to get at least a B in English Literature now, fortune favours the brave and all. So, I think that if I try hard enough I can get in definitely and then it's straight into uni life getting drunk and writing for a living! Nothing sounds better to me then a future of alcoholic delights and putting pen to paper with my imagination as my guide.

 Something not so exciting though is the work front, man. STILL NOT EMPLOYED! I get the occasional call from the boss at the pub to Glass Collect and I work hard but I'm eighteen now dude, I'm not part of the Mickey Mouse Club any more promote me to the big leagues. Need to seriously get my Job seek on once Christmas is over! Like SERIOUSLY! I just want some money to go out, it'd be nice. Sucks not being able to get out there because I don't have the money. It's even turned me to going towards other writing opportunities in order to improve my CV...

 And that's the third thing on today's blog, I may not be as active as I once was because I've been seeking other writing opportunities on sites that have mass public support; I'll never quit the authorial don't get me wrong or anything; you who read this are important but spreading your wings isn't a bad thing at all and don't see this as something bad.

 So that's today's thing done, I may upload a review of a few things and maybe another poem. I dunno, I'm thinking about some stuff. Finished the Black-Ops story, that was messed up...


Wednesday, 8 December 2010

HALO: FANGS OF RACH: Meet COURIER Mike "Spyderman" Mitchell

Name: Mike Mitchell A.k.a Sypderman
D.O.B: 13th October 2522
Age: 30
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Service Tag: SPY1
Rank: Sergeant
Ability: Jet Pack
Primary Weapon: Assault Rifle
Secondary Weapon: Shotgun
Grenade: Fragmentation 
Specialism: Couriering

Mike Mitchell was a prime candidate for the SPARTAN programme; he excelled in almost all the fields in training but in actual combat he seemed unimpressed and soon became bored. He refused to fight and demanded something more trying to his talents of free-running and speed which earned him his nickname Spyderman.

 It was then he became a courier and with his natural humour and drive he never gets bored of his job. Although he gets to meet new people and see new places Mike is still ready for the fight if needs be and even though he doesn’t have MJOLONIR armour his other nickname “The Invincible Spyderman” is a reminder of his rough and ready nature. Although some say he may just be lucky…

Spyder carriers very sensitive materials and is trusted by many.

HALO: PRISONERS OF REACH - An Appointment with the Doctor

(AUTHOR'S NOTES: So, after yesterday's failure to write this chapter it's time to turn it in! It's time to get this under way a new, new saga starts in Halo as Reach is about to become a battleground but first... a small cameo.)

Reach Time: 5:00
Date: January 20th 2552 (3 Months and 25 Days before Reach falls)
Location: UNSC Storm Control; Training Forge

 It'd been a couple of days since the ODST memorial and the confrontation with Mrs. Peterson, another widow thanks to the armed forces and now my number one enemy. She'd been running an anti-Spartan campaign on the base post her husbands funeral but that's not why I'd had trouble sleeping recently; it'd been nightmares. Nightmares that I'd had before but had left me for a while, until my outburst. Some would call it Karma I think that after being so mean I'd been plagued as I had. However, my lack of sleep wasn't showing and that was a good thing.

 I'd been spending my time at the Training Forge, Cyph3r keeping me company as he also suffered from insomnia although his was more permanent then mine and we set about training with scoped weapons. Me shooting, Cyph3r setting the targets. He seemed intentive, positive something was bothering me and he was all ears.

"So, you going to tell me what's wrong Orso?" he asked setting the target up; my eyes thinning as I concentrated on the target. My only reply was: "I'm fine." but he saw right through that and suddenly disappeared using his active camouflage. "Cy...?" I asked my communicator receiving no reply and decoy dots now filling my motion sensor to the brim. "Cyph3r...?"

There still was no reply.

 With that I rose up in the air, Cyph3r materializing behind me and locking me stiff into place as he growled in my area against my struggle: "Don't lie Bear!" he yelled at me as I still tried fruitlessly to escape his lock. "I don't like liars, you've been up for four days now your not like me..." he said "You're not okay dude, c'mon." He let me go and spun me so I was facing him and I just shrugged "Alright you got me..." I joked "I ate some bad meat at the mess..."

I felt a massive force on my head as Cyph3r hit me round the noggin. I followed the force, staring now at the floor. He stood looking at me, an unimpressed aura coming from behind his visor "You'll tell me in time..."

"Will Team Tartarus please report to the Base Commander's Office!"

"Hang on, what?" replied Cyph3r to the voice that was now echoing around the base; The two of us looked at each other "We better go." was all I could muster, already half way out the door. Cyph3r caught up and we walked towards Xiang's office. The door already open with the huge orange figure of Rodriguez visible in the limelight; Xiang's face stern and Corbett tapping awkwardly on the the surface he was leaning on "Commander," he said seeing us in the doorway "Orso, not shy are you?" We both walked in and Xiang followed Cyph3r intently with her eyes. Another Spartan stood beside her whistling who I didn't even recognize. The Spartan looked at all of us. "Y'all right?"

 It was then that we turned around, Xiang ready to start with the new Spartan seemingly agitated by being in the same place for too long. "Tartarus, this is Spartan Courier Mike Mitchell."
"Call me Spyderman." He added to Xiang's disgust.
"Well, he's brought us some news today after us chasing the leads on the Brown Spartan. Renuku." I suddenly remembered the Spartan whom had once buried a crossbow bolt in my shoulder, it was infuriating. I gripped hard Xiang watching my every move. "Well, well, something bothering you Orso?"

 I shook my head and the Spartan although not in MJOLINIR armour, was obviously tough. He looked at me and shook his head, Xiang now leavin the rest of the explanation to him; "Oni sent me here because you're not yet on the grid. Seems as though this Renuku is on none of their records, so..." he paused leaving Xiang to finish his sentence "Seems as though WE are going to have to talk to the only person whom apart from ONI can manufacture Spartans." The tension grew more and more as pauses came and went. 

"We need to talk to Catherine Halsey."

There was a sudden smash as Corbett knocked something over as Xiang said the name, he pretended as if nothing had happened but a real fear was radiating from him behind his helmet. "A falcon is waiting for Johnathon to take Tartarus to Sword Base." Xiang stated completing what she had to say, Spyderman (as he wished to be referred sniggered to himself) "He he, better get going team..." and we did, we didn't need his permission. We were off.

 To the armoury we went first, picking up our normal weapon sets and armour packs. Johnathon shuffled nervously towards the Pelican, getting in the cockpit and allowing us to get into the back, me and Rod on the guns with Cyph3r kicking back to relax. I seemed to be the only curious one of the group as the engines rumbled dramatically "Um,  John..."
"You have flown one of these before right?"
"In VR training yeah."
"Alright let me the hell-!"
The Falcon though was already off the floor and I couldn't have my wish, a nervous flyer anyway. I watched in horror as I was suspended over a vast valley outside the hangar. "Shit the bed, shit the bed." I repeated to myself.

Cyph3r kicked back though, music screaming from his helmet and John's voice over the tannoy annoyingly telling us the status of our journey "Estimated time of arrival sits on the Noon side without strong headwind that's in an hour's time. So just kick back and relax on air Corbett." I gritted my teeth to stop myself from calling him names but Cyph3r took a less peaceful root, ripping the PA system out of the hull and groaning to himself "Peaceful at last, I'll explain it to the maintenance team."

 And that's how we spent the rest of the journey; me and Rod frosty on the guns with John quiet in the cockpit and Cyph3r kicking back, it wasn't too bad, but it was tense and all I could think of was my odd dreams. Dreams of a woman taking money as she handed over a small child. It took the force of the landing to wake me from my somehow alert day-dream. Cyph3r stepping off first and simply looking around "Home..." he whispered.

 Johnathon simply gulped. Shuffling along again rifle in hand as Scientists, Staff and Soldiers alike stopped and looked at us; one being brave enough to mention that we couldn't land where we had earning a prompt "Fuck off!" from Johnathon. I looked around the place. It was so busy and Cyph3r ever eager grabbed the nearest person; this one being a small engineer quaking in his boots "Where's Halsey?"
"In her...L..L...L..Lab." replied the man terrified
"Oh man up pussy," replied Cyph3r "What you got to be scared of me for? Actually, don't answer that." He signalled for us to follow and we followed him around; not sure how he knew his way but he got us where we need to go. The door flew open and everyone entered but something unexpected stopped my progress, I'd ended up behind Corbett who decided to freeze in the doorway. I tried nudging him and called to him but nothing moved him: "John! Corbett?"

"Is that you Johnathon?" came a stern voice from the room...

"Yes ma'am..." he replied shocking us all as he took off his helmet, his coiffed hair, blonde shining in the twilight as the woman whom coaxed him out hid behind a shield "Doctor."
 The first time I'd ever seen Corbett pay respect was at a moment I thought it impossible and Cyph3r even took off his helmet and rubbed his own head a confused look on his face. "So it's you as well..." said the woman "I don't recognize the other two, aren't you going to introduce me Johnathon?"

 Johnathon shakily snapped his attention which had been at the floor to the woman and I laughed to myself taking off my helmet and Rod did the same; "This is Team Tartarus," Johnathon whimpered "Commander Cyph3r, Warrant Officers Orso and Rodriguez." The woman nodded at the two of us at the back, Rod whom had fallen back with me looked at me confused. We didn't know her. "None of them are mine, save you Johnathon, I'm still quite surprised you haven't killed them yet..."

"Are you still angry about that Doc?" asked Johnathon "I've grown up now, please..." 
"No. I haven't"
"I hate to break up this bitch fight and everything," said Cyph3r stroking his ginger beard and now rocking on a chair "But we're hear for a reason, maybe you know of our plight dear Doctor, I have a rash I want you to check out...HA HA HA!" He rocked back further on his chair as he laughed and the woman looked unimpressed at his jests "You're going to fall off that." was her only reply
"No I won- WOAH WOAH!" The next thing was a huge crash and Cyph3r as predicted fell to the ground. Halsey coughed, Johnathon shuffled back and I looked on. "You there, the green one!"
"Yes, you!"
"Yes Doc?"
"Why have you four come hear?" she looked at me with an intense stare, I flicked my hair out of my eyes and met it, she seemed as though she was actually scanning me and I wasn't going to give the game away: "We're not you but there's a Spartan out there running about who isn't our Catherine (I added some venom to the fact I used her first name) care to explain?"

 The Doctor at first said nothing but looked horrified and glad at the same time "Renuku, he lives?" she asked. Cyph3r pulled himself up from the floor and Johnathon like a mouse squeaked "Yes." The Doctor then errupted into a flurry as she paced quickly, bursting out random facts like "they could still save the project" and "that al wasn't lost." Cyph3r though growled and in his temper picked up the desk that his chair was situated with and threw it into the back wall causing a commotion that made security rush in guns ready to fire at us. "Now that I have your attention," laughed the Commander "Will someone mind telling me what the fuck is going on...?"

The security dropped their weapons once they realised they didn't stand a chance and Halsey stood mesmerized by us all "You're not... conditioned?" she groaned curiously "Well, well... I'll tell you everything. if you promise one thing Captain WOLF."
"What would that be Doc?"
"You," she said pointing at him "Will come to me again."
"To be studied."
The commander took a fraction of a second to think the proposal over and agreed and Halsey began her tale as to the creation of Renuku and another whom was his ally.

 "Top brass wanted to seperate ONI from the military," she told us "So we were set to if possible create the Spartan IV more then two times the power of a Spartan III; which involved augmenting already exceptional adult subjects and Renuku was one of the only ones to survive. He was better then we ever hoped for, maybe actually too good, before we could finish the program and collect the final data he stole a proto-type MJOLNIR armour and escaped."

"Ha ha, sounds like you fucked up Doc."
"Watch your mouth Johnathon."
Like a beaten dog the sniper retreated. Halsey though was not done "Another Spartan assigned to be part of my research team; Chetan Wooton also escaped. he has been Renuku's ally since their escape... actually." The doctor disappeared for two minutes and re-emerged with two discs in her hand posting them through the field in a special box designed to keep her safe. Cyph3r grew all the more agitated; "What the hell are these?" he roared his anger getting the best of him "Stop speaking in riddles dammit!"

"Take these to Xiang, one has all you need to know about Renuku and Chetan; the other is valuable intel, very valuable she'll want to see it. Now, leave!"

 Johnathon was first out the door but she called him back while we all waited outside, when he re-emerged he was white as a sheet and sweat profusely "Oh my god," he whined "Why, why? WHY CAN'T SHE JUST LET IT GO!?"
"I heard that!"
"WOAH!" we all yelled, jumpy at the ghostly Johnathon. In the confusion though, Cyph3r had somehow snuck off. "I'll take John back, you can track Cy, go get him." ordered Rod.

 Cyph3r appeared on my motion ensor quite quickly thanks to his communicator I could easily track him thanks to my skills but I found him in an odd place, helmet still off and crouching in a corridor. I was unsure of whether to approach him or not but out of nowhere he beckoned me closer. "We ready already?" he asked. I simply nodded and I smiled under my helmet almost completely forgetting my nightmares, the Commander stood up put on his helmet and walked by me putting and arm on my shoulder "This is where it all began for me," he laughed "I was found here after living here on the orphanage by a man whom was attacking this base to get food. Without this place I'd of never become what I am today and met you and my friends."

 I felt awkward and shuffled.

"Orso," he said "It's time to let go I think; if what happened had never happened think where you'd be now."

He left me to my thoughts...

"Just think about it."

Tuesday, 7 December 2010

POETRY: It's Funny, huh?

(NOTES: Ok, so I was thinking of doing a little bit of soul searching in order to get HALO moving along and with my friend PAULIO and I's discussion yesterday it could be said it was hard not to but it seems, being ill and all, I'm not up for the task today and instead now I did a bit of poetry to kick start December on the authorial. For Jenni)

It's funny, huh?
That two cups not one,
Sit on my bedside table
But I sleep alone tonight
I guess it's alright for some

It's funny, huh?
How time flies by
Not one sign of slowing
Yet, I want to remember
Every bit of you and I

It's funny, huh?
That you're the only person,
Who hasn't wrote me off
And that in the grand lottery of life
I could say that I've won

It's funny, huh?
That love's done this,
Unclipped our wings
And that in all we've realised
How beautiful it is.

It's funny, huh?
That I've somehow got you
That I'm the lucky one
That you love me deeply
And I love you wholly too.