Some Fan Fiction

**Snake** · 05-24-2006, 10:48 PM

I decided to write a little short story related to the Gears universe. With the little we know about it at the moment I did my best to avoid stepping on toes, so it's set several miles away from ground zero on Emergence Day, and follows a soldier named Jonas. This is part one, enjoy:

The loud booming echoed unfiltered through the crisp midnight air, and the lights flickered momentarily. Jonas stopped in his tracks and stared intently at the light on the ceiling above him. Must have been a power surge or something he told himself, not really believing it but continuing on his patrol nonetheless. There it was again, the booming. What…the hell? Another raid? No, it couldn’t be, not so close to the last one. He slung his rifle over his shoulder and peered out the closest window, looking off in the direction of the sounds. He pulled his helmet off quickly with a satisfying click from the safety release in an attempt to get a better look. Just then the last remaining lights in his sector flickered and burnt out. “Well ****,” Jonas rasped under his breath as he took a few seconds to get his helmet back on in the darkness. He heard the booming echo in the blackness one last time, and then there was only silence as the ominous sound receded. Jonas decided it was a good time to report back to the outpost and made his way to the ground floor. He started down the road at a steady pace. His suit was equipped with crude night awareness lenses and it became increasingly difficult to maintain a good view of his surroundings with such restricted vision in this near total blackness. Flipping off his helmet once more, this time he threw it to the side of the road, he’d just let his eyes adjust to the darkness. The army didn’t pay him enough for this crap he grumbled to himself as he made his way through the industrial part of town. It had been hit badly by a bombing raid last week, he was on roundup duty today, checking for survivors. The mere shock of the bombs must have accounted for half the damage sustained, these were old buildings and he was sure that if anyone had been lucky enough to survive the blasts they would be buried in a pile of rubble by now.

As if meant as a wakeup call from the state of deep contemplation that had set in on his patrol, a series of shrieks and screams came out of nowhere. Falling instinctively behind the shell of a burnt out car he shoved the butt of his rifle into his shoulder and brought the sights close to his face, squinting to make out any movement ahead. Nothing came. The screams had subsided. He set his rifle down next to him, letting it lean against the overturned car, careful to do so slowly as to avoid making any sound. He switched on his radio and was welcomed with a stream of loud static. The soldier frantically fumbled to turn it off, cursing his own stupidity. He had thrown his helmet away; the main speakers were housed in the helmet. When he had switched on the radio the auxiliary outboard speakers were activated. Well, whatever had made those booming sounds had been enough to panic somebody, and whatever it was probably just heard him. But what if he was just being paranoid? If it wasn’t a bomb that hit maybe there had been some sort of other attack, and these people were screaming for help? After all, his orders were specifically to help any survivors in the area, maybe they had been buried in the rubble. Jonas quickly grabbed his rifle with one hand, jumped to his feet and started jogging in the direction the screams had originated.

The first round struck him in the left thigh, penetrating his standard issue combat suit as if it were paper, while the second round was successfully deflected by the sturdier chest plate of the suit. What happened next was all a blur, as the primal survival instincts of man made themselves manifest in Jonas. Rolling left with the force of the first bullet he slid headfirst into a narrow alleyway and fumbled with his rifle which had been clutched in a death grip throughout the ordeal. Bringing the rifle up to his shoulder once again he shuffled back behind what must have been a dumpster before the bombs hit. The most horrible thing he saw in his sights was not an enemy however. His full magazine lay on the street where he had been hit. ****, where was his other mag? With his left hand he reached down to his belt and hastily ripped another magazine out of his ammo pouch and jammed it into the rifle. He readied the weapon and the metallic grating sound of the cocking action seemed to dissipate slowly in the atmosphere as he waited in the dark, cold alley. Hearing a rattling sound behind him he turned awkwardly in the narrow space and let off a short burst. But there was nothing behind him. Still, he couldn’t remove his finger from the trigger let alone turn back around, he was frozen stiff and his knuckles whitened from his hold on the weapon.

He was awakened from his state of paralysis by something that felt as if it weighed as much as a small car smothering him completely from above. He struggled to get up, there was no breath left in his lungs and his eyes were going red from the strain as their vessels ruptured underneath. There was a growl as the thing on his back shifted its weight forward slightly, as if repositioning itself. A few feet ahead he could see a gun, but it wasn’t his. It wasn’t like anything he had ever seen. The problem was not that it was of some obscure construction, but Jonas had been trained well as a soldier and could field strip just about every modern firearm there was, and even some antiques. But whatever this was, he had never seen before in his life. It had no stampings, no way to identify what company or organization had produced it. What kind of weapon was not important though, what was important was that this beast that had toppled him over was now unarmed. He could feel his rifle, that was for sure. His gun was defiantly thrusting into his abdomen, and he prayed that it didn’t somehow go off as he was pressed against the barrel by the immense weight on his back.

Finally the creature decided that it didn’t need a weapon to kill whatever it was standing on, and violently grabbed for the soldier’s neck. The creature was intent on squeezing what remained of the life out of Jonas. Shaking his victim’s head around like a bobble head figure; it was astonishing that it didn’t snap the man’s head off. But Jonas wouldn’t tolerate such behavior without something to give the creature in return. He lurched upwards a bit from the concrete to gain his footing, and then surged up and back, sending the beast toppling backwards. Unfortunately Jonas fell with him, his injured thigh unable to properly support his weight. Still dizzy from the asphyxiation he had endured moments earlier he tried to lunge forwards for one of the guns that lay on the floor of the narrow alleyway, but the creature had already recovered from the fall and hurled itself at Jonas. Suddenly remembering the knife buckled onto his shoulder strap he pulled the blade out of its sheath and thrust himself towards the monster. The creature came down heavily and the two hit the ground with a thud. Jonas pushed and twisted the blade, which had struck the beast directly in its unprotected throat. It tried to release a menacing roar but could only seem to manage a gurgling cough as blood mixed with saliva and ran down its chin. Getting up from his back he pushed the beast down, staring intensely into its emotionless eyes and let all his weight bear down on the pommel of the knife.

The creature went slack, its eyes staring at something in the distance that did not exist. Jonas got up from his knees and the blade slid cleanly out of the beast’s grey, fleshy neck. He leaned against the wall and tried to get his breath back, staring down at the crumpled monstrosity at his feet. As the adrenaline receded from his system he winced at the sharp burning pain in his thigh. Looking down he noticed that not all of the blood that had pooled on the concrete beneath was from the beast. He attempted to fasten a makeshift tourniquet from his belt, but he was never very good with first aid and it didn’t seem to help at all. He grabbed the creature’s weapon and slung it over his shoulder, picking up his own rifle in the same painful crouch. Peeking around the corner first to make sure nobody was watching him he quickly retrieved the magazine he had dropped and placed it in his ammo pouch, which was on the belt now wrapped around his left thigh. Whatever the **** that thing was, he wasn’t ready to find out if it had buddies in the area, and decided to backtrack the way he had come. At first he thought it would be smart to avoid the street and move from building to building, but that was impossible he realized. Most of the buildings in the area had been reduced to rubble, which meant he would make a hell of a lot of noise trying to limp his way back. He’d have to risk it out on the streets.

**chron1caust** · 05-25-2006, 07:04 AM

wow O_o, thats really long but very good

**UnrealWars** · 05-25-2006, 07:31 AM

That was entertaining! After reading this, they should have you be the writer for the GoW books

**soda** · 05-25-2006, 08:29 AM

nice,
i think thats the first Fan fic,
but hopefully not the last.

I might try my hand at one later

**D3LTA 38** · 05-25-2006, 12:52 PM

Liking it man.

**Brumak** · 05-25-2006, 01:40 PM

Awesome.....looking forward to seeing part 2 today (keep up the good work

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**Zoso Fan** · 05-25-2006, 01:43 PM

Thats insane! You really have a talent!

**Jye'Delai** · 05-25-2006, 06:21 PM

Excelent !!!

**slaypiece** · 05-28-2006, 03:19 PM

great job, hopefully we'll see Jonas again soon...

**Snake** · 05-30-2006, 09:27 PM

Ok, here is part two, sorry it took so long but I was a little more busy than I would have liked to have been this last week.

Running as fast as he could manage, biting through the pain, he did his best to ignore the compulsion to slow down and walk. He did his best to ignore the compulsion to just stop, to just give up and release the stress and the throbbing pain. He couldn’t give up though, not now after seeing one of those things. Sure now that the monster and the booming sounds were closely related, he was certain there were more of them. He hadn’t given up back in the alley, and he wasn’t going to let those things win now. Several times he was sure he had heard something behind him, the scuffling of feet in the darkness, but he couldn’t bring himself to turn his head and look back. He would rather believe himself to be overly paranoid than to see another one of those monsters bounding after him. Minutes passed, minutes that seemed like hours. He was overcome with a genuine numbness, concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other. The searing pain of his wound was still there, but it seemed somehow distant now. Just when he was sure he would never reach salvation, sure that he would collapse in exhaustion and all his efforts had been in vain, he was there.

The outpost was really just a cluster of radios and tents set up to aid survivors of the raid, but now soldiers were pushing concrete slabs lifted from the surrounding ruins into a makeshift roadblock. Even the tables the radios sat on were thrown into the street in a vain effort to provide protection. Several flashlights focused on Jonas as he approached, he must have looked just about as bad as he felt because a medic rushed over to him immediately. The man pulled his helmet off to inspect the wound and began to hurriedly take the appropriate actions which included applying a proper tourniquet and administering a shot of adrenaline. “What’s going on?” Jonas blurted as the medic worked. The man looked up at him momentarily, finished his work and then got to his feet, looking at him strangely. “What’s going on?” Jonas repeated, annoyed now. The medic continued to look at him quizzically, then replied “You’re the one that got shot, shouldn’t you be telling me?” Jonas was astonished, what the hell was this guy’s problem? he said to himself as he looked around the outpost, searching for someone who hopefully wouldn’t be as cynical as the medic. Noticing this, the medic tried to get his patient’s attention “Listen, we don’t know **** ok? We heard some sounds off that way” he motioned over Jonas’ shoulder, not breaking eye contact with him. “Then…then when we radioed the downtown patrols and all we got was static, static and screams…something’s wrong, that’s all we know”, after explaining the situation he looked down and turned away before Jonas could respond. He was shocked, he shouldn’t have been, he had been alerted that something was wrong when a huge gray...whatever the **** that thing was, had jumped him. It was just the realization, that this was all really happening. He had sincerely been wishing that he would wake up at any moment.

As the medic somberly walked away his lieutenant approached him roughly, grabbing him by the shoulder and leaning in as if to whisper something, but instead just staring into his eyes as if to make sure the soldier he was talking to was still in his right mind. He was unnerved by the way the man squinted intensely, as if he was trying to look deep inside his soul. “Listen” the lieutenant said in a familiar low growl that always reminded Jonas of the man “I need you to tell me everything you know, the lives of these men depend on it.” Jonas searched for the words; he was searching his memory trying to put all the little pieces together into one coherent story. There was an earthshaking crash in the distance that shook the outpost, causing everyone to stop what they were doing and take cover behind the barrier they had laid out. The lieutenant stayed upright, oblivious to the crash in the distance. “Listen boy, what are we going up against” the man said in a way that strictly demanded an answer. “Big, they’re big, like us but stronger. Grey skin. They have guns, like us” Jonas motioned towards the weapon hanging over his shoulder. The lieutenant looked at him despairingly “What? Are you telling me you were shot by a ****ing alien? Did he shoot you with his goddamned ray gun? Boy, are you out of your mind?” Jonas hadn’t expected his words to be mocked; it had never occurred to him that others might not believe he was attacked by some kind of monster. It was real to him, he felt its weight on his back and he saw it bleed. How could they not believe him?

Suddenly a rocket smashed into the side of a ruined building to their right and the two soldiers ducked and dove behind the makeshift roadblock. Two more rockets followed shortly, the second hurtled itself into one of the outpost’s jeeps, resulting in a tremendous roaring fireball. The third smashed into a section of the barrier, sending one man flying back and burying another in the rubble. His lieutenant quickly forgot about him, moving off to the left barking orders to the rest of the platoon. Jonas peaked up over the barrier. The pulsating blaze behind him faintly illuminated the street, and he was able to make out the movements just ahead of their position. Yeah, he hadn’t been dreaming, that was for sure. There was at least a company sized grouping of creatures racing towards them now, they looked just like the one that he had killed in the alleyway. He wasn’t sure if he had been the first to return fire, or if he had joined in shortly after the others, but in seconds the frontline of the charging creatures fell lifeless to the ground. This apparently wasn’t a problem for the other creatures, which hurdled over their dead comrades and charged on. Some threw themselves at the ground, trying to pick off the humans that had shot at them. As they drew closer he saw soldiers getting ready to prime their grenades, but one unfortunate man either had little experience with explosives or preferred that he kill himself before the oncoming horde could manage to do so. The high pitched squeal of the grenade filled the air and the soldier next to him turned in surprise, making a move to leap out of the way. Clutching the grenade to his chest the soldier was wholly engulfed by the explosion and seconds later nothing remained but scorched pavement and what remained of the man’s lower torso. Jonas looked on in despair as two more soldiers grabbed onto the soldier that had been next to the blast and dragged him to a medic. He would live, but was clearly shaken.

The creatures were within the appropriate distance now, and each soldier primed and threw their first grenade within seconds of one another. The beasts were so close now that Jonas could see the confused look on their faces when the grenades landed and rolled towards them. The grenades went off almost in unison and the sound was deafening, but Jonas continued to fire into the oncoming throng of attackers. Another wave of grenades were thrown, but this time the creatures tried to jump out of the way, which was surprising to Jonas. They learned quickly from their mistakes. Not that it helped them much, as they were still ripped to shreds by the exploding shrapnel. Out of grenades, they resumed firing, but now that the creatures were so close they could effectively fire back as they charged the human position. One soldier foolishly stood up from behind the concrete barrier and began firing wildly into the approaching mass, in turn he was struck several times and violently fell to the ground, the man next to him reaching for his ammunition. Jonas moved to reload his rifle, putting his back to the concrete. He could hear the bullets ricochet off of the other side, just inches from his head. Firmly grasping the pistol grip of the assault rifle and holding it close, he closed his eyes, and he waited.

**Legend** · 05-31-2006, 04:11 PM

Very nice, got some good talent there.

**homer3212** · 05-31-2006, 04:19 PM

it was great

**Snake** · 05-31-2006, 06:31 PM

Thanks alot, part three (the ending) should be coming soon

**slaypiece** · 05-31-2006, 07:39 PM

I think I'm enjoying these so much because you're showing us how the two species might learn about one another - the Locust being confused by the grenades was a great touch.

my favorite section is actually this one:

Jonas hadn’t expected his words to be mocked; it had never occurred to him that others might not believe he was attacked by some kind of monster. It was real to him, he felt its weight on his back and he saw it bleed. How could they not believe him?

it's so easy to identify with Jonas (since we saw him locked in hand-to-hand combat in the first segment of the story), but it's also not hard to see the viewpoint of the lieutenant, who thinks that Jonas is crazy... I can see disbelief at what is happening at the moment of emergence being a very interesting theme, and as a great way to build conflict between groups of characters on Sera.

it's also cool how you worked game mechanics into the story without being too overbearing about it; that's one of the techniques that I think Eric Nylund uses really well in his Halo novels.

hopefully your work will continue beyond just a trilogy... great job!

**Zoso Fan** · 05-31-2006, 09:01 PM

Another great post snake!

Bring on Part 3!

**Rexx Doom** · 06-05-2006, 10:12 AM

Wow Snake I just found this thread. I'm glad I did!! Great job!!
Waiting for the finale....

**Rexx Doom** · 06-05-2006, 10:13 AM

Originally Posted by Rexx Doom

Wow Snake I just found this thread. I'm glad I did!! Great job!!
Waiting for the finale....

Sad because it will be the end, you see.

**Snake** · 06-05-2006, 11:06 PM

Hehe, well I might just pull the old one-two on you guys here, just wait for the 'last' one

**Zoso Fan** · 06-06-2006, 01:11 AM

Nice! Like the classic to be continued or "halo 2 ending" i like to call it!

**Rexx Doom** · 06-06-2006, 05:10 PM

Cant' wait... by the way, Snake I love your sig. RIP Mitch. The world of comedy will never be the same.

**Truken** · 06-06-2006, 08:36 PM

That was very amazing. You should get a patent before someone tries to copy it. lol

**Rexx Doom** · 06-07-2006, 12:50 PM

When is the new one coming man?

**Brumak** · 06-07-2006, 01:19 PM

im wondering to myself why doesnt anyone else try to take a shot at doing some fan fiction

**TipsyMonk** · 06-07-2006, 02:56 PM

That's really good. You painted a perfect picture. Can't wait for the third installment.

**Truken** · 06-07-2006, 07:00 PM

Originally Posted by Brumak

im wondering to myself why doesnt anyone else try to take a shot at doing some fan fiction

actually, i was taking finals in school today and we had to do a story of what we were like in 25 years. I was a military op and i used the gears universe as a setting. But what 50-year old plays gears so the teach liked it

**Rexx Doom** · 06-07-2006, 07:12 PM

Originally Posted by Truken

actually, i was taking finals in school today and we had to do a story of what we were like in 25 years. I was a military op and i used the gears universe as a setting. But what 50-year old plays gears so the teach liked it

No by then there'd be GoW 10!!

**Truken** · 06-07-2006, 07:14 PM

Originally Posted by Rexx Doom

No by then there'd be GoW 10!!

WE CAN ONLY PRAY!!!!

**Rexx Doom** · 06-07-2006, 07:28 PM

Yes we can.

**Shifty** · 06-08-2006, 01:49 AM

Wow man that was great! I liked the whole sense of relief when he got back to the outpost. It was bittersweet because even though he found safety, we knew it wouldn't last. Great stuff man, here's looking foreward to the next part.

**The Evil Hat** · 06-08-2006, 05:25 PM

That was Great!! cant wait for the next part. seriosly awsome. one of the best fan fics i have evr read.

**sharkajuju** · 06-08-2006, 06:10 PM

Wow!...move over Eric Nylund...very nice Snake

**Snake** · 06-08-2006, 06:50 PM

I'm flattered by your comments

Been a bit busy with school, but part 3 will be coming at you in a couple days, guaranteed

**The Evil Hat** · 06-08-2006, 08:20 PM

Sick cant wait

**Rexx Doom** · 06-09-2006, 03:04 PM

Take your time..make it great!!

**UnregisteredGreyGear** · 06-14-2006, 03:15 PM

i can't wait for the next part, i hope it is before sat because i'm going camping with some friends on sat

**Locust Bait** · 06-14-2006, 04:22 PM

Sweet job this fic is what is inspiring me to write my own Fan Fic. I like how you used all of that mechanic stuff without making me think that this is an exact copy of the game. Great job.

**The Evil Hat** · 06-14-2006, 05:32 PM

Originally Posted by Locust Bait

Sweet job this fic is what is inspiring me to write my own Fan Fic. I like how you used all of that mechanic stuff without making me think that this is an exact copy of the game. Great job.

yeah me too

**Ogun Nagoura** · 12-07-2006, 10:03 PM

Originally Posted by Snake

I'm flattered by your comments

Been a bit busy with school, but part 3 will be coming at you in a couple days, guaranteed

Hey Snake where is the rest of the story? Good stuff man.

**Brahji** · 12-07-2006, 10:21 PM

The story was a very good read... only thing that bothered me a little was the swapping between perspectives in the first part a little... seemed a little off, you called jonas, "the man" and then went back to calling him jonas...

maybe im wrong just seemed a little strange when reading it..

but just minor things... it was good

**The Evil Hat** · 12-07-2006, 10:28 PM

bumped back fromt he distant past... it was good but if there wasnt a new part till now i dotn think theres much hope

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