A few (well, not a few) disclaimers:

I do not own Halo, Dead Space, Metroid, Mario, Mortal Kombat, Half Life, Portal, Garry's Mod, Team Fortress 2, Deus Ex: Human Revolution, Bionicle, Call of Duty, Star Wars, Assassins' Creed, Haruhi Suzumiya, Upotte, High School DxD, High School of the Dead, Date a Live, Kill La Kill, and Pokemon.

Additional disclaimers:

I do not own Cult of Personality and the fictional (and Steam) group o.W.n. They were both created by LoneWolf HBS.

All the characters in this book are not mine, except for a few made-up characters (OCs, whatever you want to call them) that are (and aren't) mine.

Characters' descriptions are credited to .com and other wikis. ThEy ArE nOt MiNe, and please note that I pulled some content straight from the wikis AND MODIFIED THEM.

This FanFiction is rated T, all bad words are bleeped out and violence is present in the story.

One last thing:

This is my VERY FIRST Fanfiction. And since it's my first Fanfiction, I would highly appreciate it if you R&R (rate and review) and tell me what I'm good at, or what I'm weak at (or both). If you rate and review, you get more chapters that are actually worth reading and reviewing. So PLEASE, rate and review for your benefit, and mine as well. I also screwed up on some of the characters' personalities and disposition. If you don't have anything positive/constructive to say, please go on your own merry way. PLEASE DO NOT RANDOMLY FLAG IT IF YOU SEE SOMETHING YOU DO NOT LIKE.

Hope you enjoy it!

Chapter One

A lone dropship flew through the night sky of the plasma-scorched remains of the planet Reach. It touched down silently next to a wrecked frigate, the Savannah. A figure, 8 feet tall and clad head-to-toe in sage-colored armor, a black bodysuit under the armor that covered every inch of his skin (excluding his head), and a sage helmet with a polarized orange visor that completely shielded his head hopped out of the dropship and started to walk around the frigate, scouting for an opening, or more accurately breach, in its hull.

He was Master Chief. Not ANY Master Chief, but the Master Chief.

"System check initiating." said Master Chief. His armor, the MLJONIR Mk. VI Powered Assault Armor, was meant to withstand a lot of bullets, extreme heat and cold, and concentrated plasma bolts.

"Energy shields: check.

HUD: check.

Comms: Check.

Cortana, is there a breach where I can investigate the ship's interior?" Chief asked.

No answer.

"Cortana, do you read?" Demanded Chief. Suddenly he was hit with a wave of grief and remembered the time where the Didact blasted her to smithereens. Suddenly a message popped up on his HUD. It read: Who the **** is Cortana? -Sarah Palmer

Chief cursed himself for doing such a foolish act. After Cortana's death, Palmer revealed to Chief that she loved him and asked him to go out with her, but the Chief replied with a deadly silence and stare. And now she was forcing him to be her girlfriend. She warned him that if he cheated on her, she would circumcise him with an energy sword.

"Nobody, i-its just my pet turtle." Chief replied with a slight tone of fear in his voice.

"I thought turtles were extinct." replied Palmer. "You're cheating on me, aren't you?! ARE YOU?! TELL ME NOW! THAT'S AN ORDER!" she barked.

"Flood juggernaut nearby! Can't talk now!" the Chief lied. He then looked at the communication module on his wrist and deleted the contact Sarah Palmer. Finally, the Chief thought, I can complete a mission without that woman constantly nagging at me! Smiling to himself and walking along the hull for several more hours, he realized that he had walked around the entire structure and found no entry point. He primed a grenade and tossed it at the hull, but instead of exploding it bounced off uselessly. Stupid grenade, Chief thought as he went over to pick up the grenade. As soon as he picked it up, it exploded in his hands, tossing him backwards with the strength of a Hunter.

After a few seconds of trying to stand back up, he went over to inspect the hull. It was completely intact. Even the words printed on, "Hard Hat area", was untouched. Master Chief growled in frustration, then threw his last grenade at the hull. It exploded, but the wall was still intact, except for the words. The words "Hard Hat zone" were now "Ha Ha ". That's when the chief remembered that the Savannah's hull was meant to resist a couple hundred blasts of concentrated plasma explosives, so grenades simply did no damage to the hull. Looking at the hull in frustration, he ran over and kicked the wall in anger. To his surprise, the section of the wall he kicked blew off and landed with an ear-piercing screech as it skidded across the floor.

The chief crawled in and aimed his MA5B (little did he know that it was a heavily modified and improved version, the VK5B) rifle at a fellow marine that was sitting on a chair in the ship's cafe. The VK5B was the best rifle ever made; it held 60 7.62x51mm rounds in a small triple-stacked casket magazine the size of a H&K G3's, and had a long barrel for a bullpup, further increasing its accuracy to the point where it could be considered as a fully automatic light sniper rifle. The stock wasn't spring loaded (recoil reducing) and was instead solid, for melee combat. Recoil? What's that? As a Spartan-II, Master Chief's strength was augmented to the point where he could slap missiles out of the air and throw cars at attackers. He could spray on full-auto without missing a single shot. Luckily, it had a rotating dust cover that altered the directions the spent casings flew out of, which meant that it could be used by lefties and right-handed people alike. The barrel could change its length without having to remove the entire thing by protracting and retracting. All of this, and it only weighed eleven pounds. It jammed every one trillion shots, could be rolled around in the mud like a pig on marijuana and still fire accurately without problems, was able to be shot underwater and still be effective, and claimed by many to "break after your finger does". But for normal soldiers, sometimes the full-auto was too much for them. So there was a slider on the top of the weapon that selected the fire type. First was the safety, next was semiautomatic, a 3, 5, and 10 round burst option, and finally the fun switch that could shoot at 1000 RPM. Because of this and its low production cost ($100 dollars per unit), it could be called... Pocahontas.

He walked over to the marine and told him that he was going to be alright, that he didn't have to be pale with fear anymore. That's when he realized that the marine was asleep. Chief slapped him across the face, and the head slowly rolled off. Thinking that he had slapped the marine's head off, he looked closer and saw that the cut was badly mutilated and mangled, as if a blunt object decapitated him. The chief pulled off his helmet and threw up.

After exploring the armory a bit, he could see that there was clearly a fight between the poor marines and what seemed to be a Flood form until he looked closer. He saw that the body resembled that of a human's except for that fact that menacing blades made out of what appeared to be bones protruded out of the hands, and that the head was mutated abnormally. In fact, the whole body was mutated. He found more of these lying dead on the floor, with missing arms. All over the walls were the words "SHOOT ARMS OFF" written in blood. The armory was caked with rotting flesh, and all the weapons had strange growths on them. All the chief could salvage was some more ammo for his MA5B, his M6D pistol, and a plasma grenade. As chief looked at the horribly mauled bodies, he saw that some of them were Elites! But I thought that during the events of the Invasion of Reach, the Elites were against us! It looked like the marines and the Elites joined forces made a last stand, defending themselves against these... things. He even found a couple Brutes with missing faces. The chief had to throw up... again.

A growl came from behind chief, and his head whipped around in fear. It was one of those things! He spun around and aimed his M6D pistol at the creature's head. Being a heavily modified version of the USP, the M6D pistol had revolutionary technology that Master Chief himself made. The recoil was channeled to push the bullet faster and stronger, causing more damage than the Desert Eagle. Its accuracy and range was so great that it was able to headshot a turkey at 500 meters. Not hesitating a single bit, Master Chief fired at its head, which blew off, but the creature was still flailing its arms at him.

He shot the body with the bullets he had left in his clip, but they barely slowed the creature down. He dodged as he was reloading the clip, and the beast lunged, missed, and hit the wall. That's when the chief looked at the walls' writing and aimed at the creature's limbs. He fired a round which was enough to rip the thing's arms off. It plopped on the floor, obviously dead. He walked over to it and yelled "Hey, you tryin' to-" he was interrupted by a wail and looked to his right, and he saw a squadron of those things running to get a bite of him. He taunted "Alright, looks like we're just getting started!" and charged.