Author's Note: Hey people! This is FanFiction's first Killzone and G.I. Joe crossover! There are many versions of G.I. Joe, so I chose this to be of one of my favorite versions. G.I. Joe Resolute! So if you've never seen it before, you should watch it on youtube now ( watch?v=H8iM4DZb2dM ) because this story will contain a few spoilers. The story basically starts off at the opening cinematic of Killzone 2. Watch it if you want to get a visual of whats going on. watch?v=Kiby2RBvFeE

"My people... Sons and Daughters of Helghan. This much I vow: The history of these days will be written in blood. By crushing the armies of our enemy, by seizing the weapons they thought to turn against us, we were fighting for our very existence. But if there are those who would deny us peace; refuse us our rightful place in the universe, then we will unleash such terrible vengeance that generations yet unborn will cry out in anguish![...]The enemy may shatter our bodies, but they cannot break our spirit. Even now they advance on our home world, to seize by force what they cannot claim by right. They cannot imagine what awaits them. WE WILL SMITE THE INVADERS FROM OUR SKIES! Though they sweep over our lands like the sands of winter, never again will we bow before them; never again endure their oppression; never again endure their tyranny. We will strike without warning and without mercy, fighting as one hand, one heart, one soul. We will shatter their dreams and haunt their nightmares, drenching our ancestors' graves with their blood. And as our last breath tears at their lungs; as we rise again from the ruins of our cities... they will know: Helghan belongs to the Helghast."

- Scolar Visari

- Prologue -

"Sniper! Sniper!"

"I need a medic over here!"

"We need reinforcements!"

"They're everywhere!"

"Artillery, get down!"

"Hig Commando, on your six!

Duke cringed to the very familiar sounds of a war zone. As he struggled to get to his feet, he found it slightly hard to breath. It felt like his lungs were burning. He opened his eyes and surveyed his surroundings. He was in the middle of a battle. No. Battle wasn't the right word for it.

It was massacre.

Bodies littered the ground. Two dropships of some kind landed, and all of the soldiers on it leaped off. But most of them died in mid-air, the rest died almost as soon as the touched the ground. Those still alive looked like they were shooting at nowhere, hoping to get a lucky kill. But they only managed to get a few shots off before they were killed as well.

People dropped left and right. The sounds of gunfire streaming in the distance wasn't enough to block out the sounds of death, sounds of soldiers hitting they dirt, of people crying out for medics and of bullets tearing clean through an unsuspecting man.

Duke finally managed to get up when a stray bullet caught him in the ribs and he fell again. He could have sworn it was the exact place Zartan shot him a few months ago. His hand shot to the wound, attempting to provide as much relief as possible.

Where was he?

He looked closely at a dead soldier in front of him and he noticed many differences and similarities in their uniforms. He also noticed something perplexing... the initials on this soldier's uniform said ISA Marines.

Wait, ISA?

New military division?

No. Hawk most likely would have told him. And they definitally weren't regular marines, he would have recognized them by their uniform but their uniforms looked... Futuristic now. In fact, he didn't recognize anything here. He's fought in pretty much everywhere around the globe, but this place seemed foreign to him. His mind continued racing, trying to think of an answer to all of this, until a slight whistling sound caught his attention. As the whistle grew louder, his face lit up in alarm as he realized what it was coming from.

Mortars.

Shit...

Ignoring any pain he felt, he rushed to his feet and made a run for it, but before he could fully escape the blast zone, the mortar hit.

BOOM!

The explosion sent him flying, straight into a large boulder. He felt a few bones crack. He grunted, the pain itself threatening to make him black out. He tried to stay awake, but his will broke and blackness encroached him.