Starfallen
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Fredas,3rd of Second Seed.
Erngor Fair-shield had been adventuring for three decades by now. His journeys had taken him from the cavernous depths of the Dwemer ruins in Reach to the frostbitten mountains of Hjaalmarch. He had fought bandit clans, and survived numerous encounters with vicious Hagravens and foul necromancers. In short, there was very little in Skyrim that could surprise the veteran wanderer.
The night was dark and the only light for miles around was his little campfire that served to keep away wolves and the occasional wild bear. In any case he kept his ebony war axe close, he was confident that he could take on a few bears on his own. By his camp, were the Guardian Stones, ancient monoliths with the engravings of the constellations above. A person under the signs of such stones received gifts of strength and mind, how it did so was mere speculation at best. When he had first left Helgen to explore the world, he had taken up the sign of the Warrior from this very stone, guiding him in the art of combat through the years to come. Decades later, he was now retiring to a silent life in his village, age had gotten the better of him. He could feel it his in bones that the strains of a life on the road was soon going to become intolerable for him. Sighing again, he shunned these thoughts and reassured himself that he still had a few years in him.
He lay there gazing upon the stars and noticed a shooting star whisp past the others. Shooting stars were signs of luck, he closed his eyes and wished for the well-being of his Shield brothers back at Jorrvaskr. Looking back at the star he saw that it suddenly changed course, it was growing larger now. A trail of fiery smoke could be seen in its wake as it steadily took the form of a fireball falling from the heavens itself. "By Mara", Erngor whispered, his instincts screamed that something was approaching. By now the fallen star was heading for the foothills of the holy mountain.
Erngor got up, and brushed the dirt from his Nordic armor. He picked up his enchanted hunting bow, and checked his quiver to make sure his arrows were intact. Satisfied he picked up his war axe and hung it on his waist. The star struck the mountain side, the impact could be seen even from this distance, and sent an aftershock that swept through the forest. Erngor quickly stomped on the firewood which had its flames taken out, extinguishing the last traces of the flames and swept some dirt over it. He made a quick estimate of the direction and distance, give or take it was a half-day trek till he got there. Muttering a silent prayer to "Stendarr" to oversee him, he set out towards the foothills.
24 hours ago, Forerunner station. 80 light-years from Ectanus 45.
Spartan Regan, was having a bad day. Escaping from a forerunner installation, he was now being pursued by literal swarms of Strato Sentinels.
"How long till we can jump, Clair?" he shouted at the only other occupant of the Sahara class prowler as he made his way to the bridge and the captain's chair. Beside the command chair on a glowing pedestal a blue orb of light materialized before taking the form of a tiny woman, in a summer dress, and a hat. Sixth generation UNSC AI, CLR-056T or Clair spoke, "One minute and twenty seconds, Spartan".
"Just hurry it up", replied the Spartan in Venator armor.
"Drives warmed up, plotting slipspace vectors, transtioning", announced Clair.
Just then an explosion rocked the ship, Regan hung on to the chair as sparks flew all over the place, the terminals on the brigde blinked on and off, and Clair's hologram flickered for a second.
"Damage report, Clair! What the hell was that?", shouted the Spartan almost losing his calm.
"Unknown, Spartan. Some kind of energy pulse, from the station. Slipspace drive is going haywire, comms are unresponsive. Extensive hull damage, shields at 10%. Whatever it was, got us bad, I am transitioning us to normal space. Hold on", said the AI.
The blue and black faded as stars came into view, the pitch black of space reappearing as the ship exited the eleven dimensions of slipspace.
"Where are we, Clair?", said the Spartan as he looked past the viewing ports noticing a planet with blue and green dotting its surface, a garden world maybe even a human colony if he was lucky.
Clair brought up an image of the system on the holotable, before projecting herself on the table. She walked across it, and in a gesture of zooming in brought up the planet and marked the ship in its gravity well. "I can't be certain Spartan, I am cross-referencing the constellation here with the star charts, but I am getting nothing. The pulse seems to have messed with our slipspace vectors, catapulting us in a random direction. In fact we are lucky that we managed to exit slipspace at all, our main thrusters are toast. And the hull is compromised, we are leaking air Spartan".
Spartan Regan pondered upon his options, they weren't in UNSC space anymore. "To end up in the middle of nowhere", he sighed.
"I know, I have already launched STARs for recon, taking positions just about now", she closed her holographic eyes, "STARs report multiple light signatures matching cities, there is life down there, Spartan".
Regan looked at the projection of the planet and the readings displayed. An earth like atmosphere, with large landmasses and oceans. He needed to make it there, it was only a matter of time till the prowler turned into a floating death trap for him. His best option was to make contact with the locals and see if he can get access to FTL communications if there was any, to make contact with High Command.
"We are making Landfall, Clair. Do you think you can get the emergency thrusters to push us further into the gravity well?".
"I think I can Spartan", said the AI looking away, "But, you won't make it in here, the hull is compromised, re-entry will surely kill you with our radiation shielding barely holding, and the Pelican's broken for now".
"Hmm, alright. How about the SOEIV pods, we should still have one in the drop bay, right?", asked Regan.
"Yes that would do", nodded the AI ,"You have twenty minutes to prep, I will leave a subroutine to monitor the ship after we leave. head to the bay Spartan, yank my chip from the terminal there".
UNSC Sahara Class Prowler, Merina. Drop Bay Armoury.
The doors to the drop day slid open and Spartan Regan walked in, putting on his Venator helmet with its blood red visor slits. The Venator variant of the Mjonlnir Gen2 was made by Lethbridge Industrial as their flagship product. Designed for Hand to Hand combat and stealth, it was a perfect armour for blackops operatives like himself. He approached the requisition station there, and selected a Designated Marksman's Rifle or DMR, a custom shotgun enhanced with forerunner mechanisms, "Blaze of Glory" the description read. Loading the DMR, and Shotgun into the SOEIV pod, he pulled up some ammo for each, and some frag grenades. Then he checked the jackal gauntlet on his wrist which was something he liberated from the Jackal pirates he encountered on the Forerunner station.
"Are we ready, Clair?" he called out to AI.
"Yep, ejecting now". From the data terminal, a crystal matrix chip ejected. Regan, took the chip and slid it into the slot behind his helmet. As soon he did, a feeling of cold mercury, filled his head. Clair had been with him for three years now, and he still couldn't get used to that feeling.
"Lets go, Spartan", chimed Clair inside the helmet.
Ten Minutes after Landfall, Unknown Planet.
After his rough landing, Regan pounded on the button for the Hatch release. Plastic explosives lining the hatch detonated, blasting the hatch a few metres across. Regan, pushed himself out of the pod and secured his weapons on the magnetic plates on his back. He gazed at the destruction his landing had created, rows of trees mowed down,and a large crater by the hillside which he was up against.
"Are you alright, Spartan?", chimed in Clair.
"Still alive", he replied, "How's the ship? Did it make it intact?".
"Yes, our prowler has touched down in the hills, west of here. I can't exactly assess the damage from here, but my subroutines do report that it made it intact. I had rerouted all the power left to the pulse lasers to keep any locals away, all access points are secure and on lockdown, nothing is getting close to the ship".
Regan raised an eyebrow, at the mention of the lasers, those things had overkill written all over them. Noting how paranoid Clair was, he mentally sighed. Just then his HUD's motion sensors lit up and flared red showing multiple contacts in the vicinity.
Bandit Chief, Ugrob Nazval, led his small troupe towards where the star had fallen. It was a fairly easy task, a wide gorge of fallen trees and earth led to a wide crater in the mountain side. He brought up his orc sword and shield up to prepare for anything that might be lying in wait there.
"Careful lads", he warned his subordinates.
In the clearing standing beside a large egg-shaped metal coffin, was a huge man. He was wearing complicated armour that reminded him of Dwarven automatons. Yet it was pitch black like the night, with orange streaks running along it. Its helm, had two blood red glowing slits.
"What is the name of Malacath is that?", he muttered. Was it even of this realm?, an atronarch maybe?, then its conjurer had to be close. He looked around but did not sense anyone else. Suddenly he remembered the tales of the oblivion war he had heard as a cub, back in the strong hold. Of Daedra,or Dremora, humanoid minions of the Daedric prince Molag Bal. Yes,it had to it, there was evidence that it had fallen from the skies, maybe phasing out of oblivion, there was no telling what this monster could be here for.
The monster on seeing the group approach, took up a defensive stance and unsheathed a black dagger from its holster on the breastplate.
Ugrob shouted a battle cry,"Kill the Daedra, before it claims our souls!". One of his men, charged up to it with his Dwarven battle hammer. In a seemingly graceful yet swift motion, the Daedra gripped the hammer midair, and redirected its momentum such that it missed him. At the same time, he plunged the dagger into the poor nord's gut. Seeing the bloodshed the rest of the grouped snapped and took up arms. Archers released their arrows at it, only to have them strike a golden ward hugging its body. The shimmering warrior jumped, flames bursting from behind its shoulders, soaring into the air it pulled back its arm and came crashing down, pounding into the ground, the very ground gave up under the impact and sent three men to their deaths who were too close, flinging their bodies away like rag dolls. He then, in a flash got hold of a nearby Khajit Mage, by its head, and swung the poor thing like a club into another Breton mage who had just finished casting an oak-flesh spell over himself. He then took out a device from his back and with a thunder like noise, fired upon the two mages. Their bodies flickered and dissolved, as they disintegrated into orange wisps fading into the air.
The bandit-chief was horrified by this sorcery, as he saw before his very eyes the oblivion claim the souls of two of his men. And this thing had killed off the rest. A part of him wanted to flee, but he knew that Malacath wasn't that forgiving, a weak orc was as good as dead one. So, calling upon the Orc lord he charged this other-worldly foe, with a raised shield. The monster just stood there, and finally when he got close, he slammed into the shield. It was as if the gods themselves had struck him down, as his bones cracked under the strain, and the shield shattered. Unwilling to give up, Ugrob attempted to strike its legs, with the sword in his other arm. But the monster saw it coming, he jumped and dodged the strike at the same time, gripped Ugrob's head, and smashed him into the ground, driving him into the dirt.
"I concede, I concede", shouted Ugrob, howling in pain. "I cannot best you" he said, shame pecking away at his soul as he prepared himself to face imminent death. The Daedra was taller than him by a head and half. He clutched the helpless orc by the jaw and lifted him to face level. Ugrob's eyes met with the red slits glowing in the dark in contrast to the ebony black of his armour.
"Where am I ?", It spoke in a gravelly voice.
"In the province of Skyrim, in Tamriel", Urgrob spoke coughing up blood, "Kill me, claim my soul and be done it, demon".
"Hmm, not the first time I have been called that", the dark warrior said softly in its dark voice.
He dropped the broken orc on the ground, sparing his life. Ugrob saw him, walking away into the trees,his form shimmering as he suddenly vanished into thin air.
Thanks for reading guys, I am Teleri and I have been reading halo fan-fiction here for three years by now. Honestly I have been too lazy to write anything. So i guess this is kinda my first attempt at writing something on this site. This story is a one-shot, so I don't think I will be working on this further, Culture shock has always been the reason I have loved reading crossovers. And since I saw that Elder scrolls didn't have much to show here in the halo section,so I thought I did contribute a bit. Hope you guys liked it, leave some reviews as to whether you liked it.