Summary- The year is 2552. Humanity is at war with a coalition of alien species from all across space. In order to combat the enemy, humanity needs a sword. So they create one at any cost. Percy Jackson with Halo elements. DISCLAIMER, does not follow Halo story line, it's simply the PJO characters placed into the universe.
Hi, so this is my first story on this site, as well as the first time I've written a story in a handful of years. So yeah... there's that. Anywhoo, I honestly just had this as a spontaneous idea one day and thought, "why not", and here we are. I have know idea if this is in anyway decent both grammatically and content-wise, but I wanted to at least put it out here and see what others have to say. I prefer comments that point out any problems that the story, grammar, etc. has, it helps me and the readers. Obviously, if you have something positive to say it's always appreciated however! For right now this will be the only chapter until I get a bit of feedback on whether this is a "yay" or a "nay", and can (and most likely will) change as time goes on. I have a basic outline however for how I would like the story to go up till about 10 or so chapters. Oh! On my profile will be(AKA I don't have them set up yet!) pictures of most of the Halo stuff, especially the armor of the Spartans in order to better visualize and what not. Thanks.
-Pancake
DISCLAIMER- I don't own PJO or Halo, yada yada and all that legal jazz.
~EDIT- (1/11/2017)- Changed appearance of the helmet, and fixed some grammar mistakes~
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Snow.
Snow was always comforting, laying down a white veil that hugged the ground like a blanket.
Snow, that filled children with glee for the school-less day of fun that they could experience with the magical icy powder.
Snow, one of the purest things that nature could produce.
Snow, a naturally cold substance that allows a home to become warm in both temperature and mood.
Snow, that naturally silences soft footsteps.
Snow, that allows crimson to stand out even under the darkness of the night sky.
Snow, that somehow enhances the metallic smell that is wafting through the crisp air.
Snow, was something Percy Jackson has hated since he was six.
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A single D77H- TCI "Pelican" aircraft sped through the dark sky above a large mountain range. Only the low hum of the quiet yet very powerful propulsion engines could be heard as the aircraft quickly shot through the night sky.
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Sitting alone in one of the many seats in the back of the aircraft, a helmeted and armor clad body sat. The armors base color was a dark metallic black, dark enough that it seemed like it was draped in shadows. Adorned on the armor's chest, legs, and arms were simple green line designs that outlined certain places on the respected pieces. The helmet was the same color of black that the armor was, aside from the green tinted visor. A quick glance from any human would immediately trigger a sense of fear, for it resembled one of humanites many enemies. To the casual observer, they would be under the impression that a Sangheili warrior, or 'Elite' as they were commonly called, was in their presence for the soldiers armor shared a similar appearance to the alien species. Underneath all the armored titanium pieces, is a flexible, yet heavily armored black body suit that spans from the wearers ankles to their neck. (AN- Cover art is the armor being described.)
"E.T.A two minutes." The pilot of the Pelican's voice crackled through the helmet's comm link.
"10-4." The voice behind the helmet softly spoke.
Standing up from the seat, the armored soldier quickly stretched. Satisfied with clicks and pops that resonated from beneath the armor, the now six-foot-ten figure walked towards a cabinet near the front of the cargo hold. Resting within the cabinet was a standard issued M395B Designated Marksman Rifle (DMR), next to the rifle was a M6C/SO-COM pistol, lastly in the storage space was a small, black, metal cylinder that had a small button on one of the ends of the tube. The armored soldier swiftly grabbed and attached the DMR on the back of the chest piece, nestling it between the raised metal in the back that serves as a thruster pack. Next was the pistol, in which it was placed in the figures right thigh holster. Grabbing the small pen like object last, it was quickly tucked into a small metal pouch that rested on the small of the soldiers armor plated back. Glancing down to the underside of the vambrace on the left arm, a black handled bronze combat knife rested in a sheath attached underneath the armored forearm.
"We're descending now, E.T.A twenty seconds. Get ready for the green light." The pilot's voice cut through the silence once again in the comm link of the helmeted soldier.
Without responding, the soldier made way towards the back of cargo hold of the aircraft. Reaching the back of the ship the armored soldier held on to one of the overhead railings as the aircraft shook a bit with some minor turbulence. Within what seemed to be only a moment or two, a red light suddenly illuminated from one of the two small lights near the aircraft's closed up ramp.
"We're in position, you have a green light in 5..4..3..2.." The light overhead changed into one that was green, and the sound of gears and various mechanical parts sprung to life lowering the previously closed ramp.
"Green light is a go. Proceed with the mission." The ramp lowered completely, and the soldier wasted no time in simply just walking over the edge of the aircraft.
Inside the armored helmet, the heads-up display (HUD) illuminated softly around the edges of the visor, showing various amounts of data. Glancing to the top left of the visor, the words FREE-FALL [25 FEET] were outlined slightly in red. Noticing that the soldier was indeed rapidly plummeting towards the surface, a quick pulse sent to the thruster pack instantly slowed the descent of the armored soldier to where it landed on the surface with a large *THUD* and a somewhat soft crunch.
"Beginning Op. now, comm chatter from here on out will be killed until extraction. Happy hunting Spartan." The aircraft's pilot spoke, afterward a soft click could be heard through the comm link signaling that communication was now severed between the two. Looking up towards the night sky from which the newly identified spartan just descended from, found the Pelican in which transported the armored soldier up until only moments before. Finding the glass of the cockpit in the front of the ship, the spartan nodded slightly and shot a hand up as a farewell. With that, the engines shifted slightly before pushing out a small amount of blue energy and propelled the aircraft forwards, and then eventually ascended into the atmosphere above the mountain range quickly disappearing out of sight.
The Spartan sighed slightly within the confines of the helmet. Taking in the surroundings of the area revealed that the now solo spartan was in a rocky valley near the edge of a forest, surrounded by large mountains on what appeared to be all sides. Suddenly a small arrow flashed at the top of the HUD which showed a small compass of sorts, pointing NE towards the forest. Taking a step towards the forest and ultimately the spartan's mission, the armored soldier abruptly stopped at the soft *CRUNCH* that had resonated from beneath the armored boot. Looking down the spartan took in the white blanket that had seemingly covered the entire vicinity for the first time since being on the ground. Inside the helmet, the spartan's jaw clenched tightly and features hardened remembering the cursed name of the icy substance. Snow, it was something Percy Jackson has hated since he was six. Absently he gently brushed a small port on the back of his helmet. Pushing memories and feelings aside, Percy sobered up as distant gunshots rang out through the previously silent valley.
This was going to be an interesting mission.
So that's a wrap on this appetizer of a story! Is it okay? Is it complete garbage? Let me know! As a reminder, check out my profile for Percy's spartan armor if you would like to really be able to visualize it! -Pancake.
