Hello, and welcome to my new story! For those who don't know me(That being a lot of people) I'm TheDidactsHand. This story is the first in a string of Halo Crossovers i have planned, if you would like to find out more, i made of list of potential stories. You can also read my bio if you'd like. This will be a Stranger things crossover starring Emile-A239, AKA the most psychotic Spartan ever. It will take place during Season 1, and some events will be altered. Please don't flame me for his method of entering the ST Verse, its Science Fiction… Without further or due, i present Chapter one. I hope you enjoy it.


Emile stabbed the final Zealot in the head, the poor Elite gurgling his own blood as he hit the deck with a dull 'thump'. Flicking his knife of the putrid blue blood and sheathing it, he made his way to Noble Six. They both were the sole survivors of Noble Team, excluding Noble Five. But there was no telling if he had made it off planet.

Grabbing his shoulder, he stood beside Noble Six. They both watched in silent defeat as Reach, the last bastion of Humanity burned like so many others. Almost effortlessly the Covenant had beaten them down into the dirt, millions of military and civilians dying in an unending sea of plasma and Covenant ground troops.

Looking over at Six, the most quiet of Noble team by far, although he had only been apart of Noble for a month, the team had come to admire and appreciate the ONI bastard. And Noble Six while he was reserved, conveyed his care for the team in his own way. With each loss, he fought with even more ferocity than the last battle, utterly butchering any Covenant they came across. From the diminutive Grunts, to the Hulking Brutes and Hunters, they died all the same. Earning the moniker 'Demon' the Covenant had fearfully imposed upon him and his Spartan brothers and sisters.

The sound of a Pelican brought them both out of their own thoughts. The Pelican in question descended down to the landing platform, doing a one-hundred-eighty degree turn clockwise, the open troop bay was presented. Walking from the dimly lit bay was the captain of the Pillar Of Autumn, his face looked tired, and his eyes while stern, were full of sorrow. Noble Six walked to greet him, and also to relinquish "The Package" unto him.

"Good to see you Spartan. Halsey said she could count on you." The Captain said as he walked onto the platform, a squad of Marines fanning out behind him. Noble Six reached behind his back, unclamping the AI Matrix core from his armor, handing it to the captain. "Not just me sir."

The Captain nodded grimly, placing his free hand on the tall soldier's shoulder. "I know. They'll be remembered."

Emile looked on from behind the group, his eyes had since returned to the burning landscape that was Reach. Fires raged across as far as the eye could see, Covenant artillery could be seen illuminating the orange sky frequently. Their ships raining down lilac beams of molten plasma across the land. Emile's inner turmoil turned into an burning anger, so much so that is could cut a CCS battlecruiser in half from just minimal contact. Speaking of a Battlecruiser, Emile began to hear the humming of a Covenant ships proton engines. The micro vibrations was something Emile would never forget.

He looked over to the west, spotting the cruiser in question, the aquatic looking ship was a little over five kilometers from the ship breaking yards, and it was on a trajectory bearing straight for the Autumn. "Six, Captain. Covenant cruiser bearing three hundred degrees West. It's on a direct path for the Autumn." The captain's head immediately turned to the direction, grimacing as he radioed the Autumn. "This is Captain Keyes, be advised we have a Covenant Cruiser bearing on our position. What is the status of the launch sequence?" Neither Emile or Noble Six could hear the person on the other end, but they did see the captain utter a small curse, meaning the situation was not that great.

Emile turned around, looking at the Onager. 'Might as well go out with a bang' he thought dryly. With a plan formulated, he approached Captain Keyes. Keyes watched as Noble Four approached, looking up at the skull engraved into the Spartans helmet."Yes Spartan?" Emile wasted no time replying. "Sir, i will get you the window you need to escape." Emile paused for a nano second, then continued."I have the gun. Take Noble Six and get the hell out of here sir. Humanity is going to need you both." He saluted them both, Noble Six was going to protest, but Emile only had to look at him to know that he wouldn't be swayed otherwise. Instead opting to give him a swipe of his fingers across him visor… A Spartan Smile. Emile returned with his own Finger swipe, while Captain Keyes extended his arm to the Spartan. Which he took in a firm handshake. "Good luck Spartan, and godspeed." Emile nodded, and turned around. He sprinted up to the Onager, while the Captain and Noble Six departed on the Pelican back to the Pillar Of Autumn.

Emile Situated himself in the rather cramped seat, it wasn't made for Spartans that's for sure.

He began to charge up the gun, the electromagnetic capacitors emanated a sharp crackle as the electrical current ran along the length of the massive ground based Coil Gun. Letting a manic smile creep onto his face, he began to aim the general direction of the cruiser. Until the Onager got racked with purple plasma fire from a passing Phantom. Snarling, Emile reoriented the gun, targeting the fleeing Phantom. With the Phantom in sight, he pressed the trigger. A loud crack of lightning could be heard by Covenant forces miles around as the Onager released it's payload, the round easily spearing through the drop ship. Causing it to be engulfed in purplish flames as it came crashing down. Emile let out a bark of sadistic laughter, "Burn you Covenant fuckers, burn." his celebration was short lived as more plasma began to pelt the gun. He groaned in frustration. This time he targeted a small banshee, absolutely eviscerating it in another plume of purple fire. With the small nuisance taken care of, he turned back to the cruiser, only to find it much closer to the Autumn.

His radio crackled to life, the captain was practically yelling."Spartan! That Cruiser is about to fire! It's now or never!" He didn't reply, only shifting his aim to where the deadly molts of plasma were being gathered. As soon as he was on target, he depressed the trigger for the final time, another lightning strike. Followed by a roll of thunder as the round disrupted the firing sequence of the cruiser, Causing multiple explosions to rack the purple ship as it began to list to the right."Good guns spartan. Goodluck. Captain Keyes out." Emile felt a rumble as the Autumn began to lift off of the ground aided by the stage rockets. The old Halcyon was soon making its way into orbit, leaving Emile alone. Not that it scared him, he would rather die killing as many Covenant as he could. Lucky for him he had no shortage of Aliens to kill, which was what he did best. With that in mind, he propelled himself out of the now unneeded Onager, and down to the platform below. Drawing his M45 Shotgun from his back, racking a new shell and pumping it. Causing a loud echo to occur.

Ghosts Of Reach Halo Legends OST

He let out a bellow of a yell. Calling out the Covenant that were hiding, or near the area."Come on you bastards! I'm READY! How bout you?"

There was complete silence for a few moments, only the winds that whipped around the platform, and the whine of plasma weapons from very far away. Then, there was a loud warble of roar. A contingent of red armored Elites appeared from seemingly nowhere, they were all armed with Plasma repeaters, and Energy Swords. Though the Leader seemed to be the only one actively using his sword. The leader, took a step forward with his left hoof, throwing back his arms, he flared his mandibles and let out a deep roar, one that shook the titanium plates on Emile's Mjolnir. His subordinates seemed to concur with whatever the fuck the Hinge Head said, because they too roared. Though theirs were more weak in comparison. Emile laughed. Then yelled back. "Come on you fucking squid! You wanna piece of me? Come get it mother fucker!" Emile then brought up his Shotgun, running towards the large group of Elite's. The leader seemed to accept his challenge. He ran at Emile, Energy Sword overhead. As Emile closed the distance, he slammed his shotgun on his back, unsheathing his Kurkuri. He watched in slow motion as the Elite lunged forward, the blade of ionized plasma inching its way to his chest, the Elite's face seemed to look victorious. That changed when in one fluid motion Emile ducked under the strike, using the Elite's momentum, he wrapped his arm around the Elite's own, and violently slung him into the ground. A gasp of surprise was all the Elite could do before Emile's Kurkuri slammed into his eye socket. Casting his world into a dark void.

Emile stood back up, flicking the blood off of his beloved knife, he the slowly looked at the group of Elites that seemed to be royally pissed off. Chuckling he silently asked, "Now… Who wants to be Calamari next?" The Elites all charged him at that moment…


November 4th, 1983.

Hawkings Indiana

Two days before the 'gate' is opened

A pale and almost bald little girl is being escorted by what looked like armed nurses. She was wearing some sort of tan swimwear, and was barefoot. She was taken into a large room. The room itself was a pristine white, and at the center stood a tall tube with water. Multiple hoses and wires were connected to the tank, and led to some sort of upscaled EKG monitor. There were a lot of men in black suits, and some in lab coats working around the machine. One man man in a suit approached the young girl, kneeling down and smiling at her. "Hello Eleven. Today is the big day. Just do what you've done every other time, and everything will be ok."

The little girl still looked distressed, and only uttered. "Yes Papa"

The man shook her shoulder and stood back up. Nodding to the two men escorting her. They took her up a set of stairs that lead to the top of the tank. There was a hatch for access to the tank, and a bulky helmet. No doubt to keep the flow of Oxygen. The men sat her on a swing like seat that was suspended above the tank, giving a technician the thumbs up, she was lowered into the tank. One of the men slipping the cumbersome helmet on her head, then closing the hatch.

Eleven could see everything out of the tank, she saw all of the bad men that had kept her confined and torchered her on an almost daily basis, and she saw the head of the snake "Papa."

Her world was soon casted into darkness as a cover on the outside of the tank slid over. Obscuring here view of the outside, leaving here to focus her mind on entering the dark spaces of her conscience. Only this time instead of the peaceful silence of the pitching black; she was greeted by the sounds of explosions.

Fluttering her eyes open, she saw not the inkling black, but a place of fire and death. She backed away fearfully, her eyes watering and her lips curled inward at the destruction she is witnessing. She finds herself tripping on something soft and cold, dazed, she looks down at what she sees mkwa hwe frantically crawl backwards. On the ground is a child… Half a child. The body is pale, and blood still trickles out and stains the dirt red. Eleven begins to shout, screaming as she looks around and finds even more bodies. Some older than her, and many more younger. There bodies lay underneath the older ones, as if they were protected.

She stands up, still shaking and sobbing as she tries to work her way out of the area. She runs as soon as she can navigate without tripping over more bodies. She runs past more bodies, but she noted these bodies looked like some of the bad men, except they wore dark green sleek armor. They died with thunder sticks in their hands, or that's what they looked like. Some were burned into a black corpse with charred skin. While others looked like they had been smashed flat by something heavy. The smells made her retch and vomit her small lunch onto the ground.

Suddenly she heard shouting, and what sounded like thunder sticks! She ran as fast as she could to the sound, the staccato of thunder, was mixed with something else… The new sound scared her, but she kept running. Eventually reaching the hill where the sounds were coming from. She saw flashing lights at the top of the hill, rapid flashes of yellow, and green and blue slower flashes. She began to climb the small hill, making it there in seconds. She instantly stopped moving. She was too shocked to move. Her miniscule education made it difficult to process what she was seeing. She could only relate it to a nightmare.

Monsters, of all sizes were on one side. Each one had a flashing weapon in their hands. They spat orbs of light. That wasn't the most terrifying thing though. It was their appearance. Small stocky monsters waddled across the field of light, some had weapons that shot small orbs of lights, or some had pink weapons that shot little crystals that seemed to move on their own accord. When they struck the men, they would disappear in a puff of pink and red gore.

The other Monsters, taller than the last ones, looked like ugly birds. They had sharp beaks that carried even sharper teeth. These ones carried a circle of light, and when the yellow lights would hit it, would bounce off without problem. They carried similar weapons as the first ones.

The next monsters would haunt her dreams. They were taller than all the rest. Covered in a black fur, and with a mouth full of jagged teeth. They ran at the good men, who fired a seemingly unending amount of yellow lights at them. They didn't fall like the others, they tore the men apart. One used a giant hammer to crush a good man into a fine paste. She began to cry and ran back down the hill, running as fast as she could away from the lights. Her actions caused an interference with the monitoring equipment. Causing all the sounds she heard to be projected to the men monitoring her.

They heard her labored breath, and a staccato of weapons fire in the distance. The fat man turned to the man in the suit. "What in the holy hell is that? It sounds like a fucking warzone! Should we pull her?" As he said this there was a roar of some kind that sent a chill down the man in the suit. He put a hand on his chin, shaking his head. "No, keep monitoring her." The technician didn't seem to like that, but did as he asked. Another roar was heard, and Eleven screamed, causing the lights to dim and equipment to spark. There was another sound, this time a deep hispanic voice yelled out. "HEY FUCKERS! Leave her ALONE!"

Eleven had run until she collapsed from tripping. She hurt her knee on the rough and coarse ground. Her cries somehow attracted the attention of that large beasts. She didn't know how they saw her, but they did. They stomped to her, their mouths seemed to glisten from saliva and blood. She tried to scramble away, but she could't. She was frozen in fear. She cried and cried, while the three beasts lumbered forward. Until a man's voice yelled out. "HEY FUCKERS! Leave her ALONE!" This voice sounded like it belonged to a powerful man, the beasts stopped, turning around to find the man. They saw him, and so did Eleven. He was the largest man she had ever seen, standing a little shorter than the beasts compared to the other men. His body was covered in big heavy plates for armor. This man was also the scariest, his face was covered with a skull on a mirror like glass.

The beasts seemed to be afraid of this one man, as they slowly backed up, uttering the words "A Demon.." in hushed tones. Though that was short lived as the leader pounded the ground with his massive fists roaring, making Eleven cover her ears. The leader moved with an amazing speed, converging on the man quite quickly. Eleven was about to yell for him but faster than she could comprehend, the man had jumped over the beast, taking his thunder stick and shooting the beast in the back, tearing out a huge chunk of flesh. The Beast slumped down dead. The man slowly looked at the other ones, while they seemed scared, rushed in. Slower than their leader, the man put away his thunder stick. Trading it for a shiny bent stick instead. He ran back at them, one tried striking him with it's weapon, but it missed widely. The Man punched it in the side, sending vomit erupting out of its mouth. He then stuck his stick through the top of the monster's head. It fell quickly, his comrade managed to hit the him. Causing him to slide back a few feet. Undeterred, the man rushed back. Tackling the beast into the ground. Letting out a bone shaking yell, the man punched the beast's face. A sick wet crunch was heard, and then silence.

Eleven stared at the man wide eyed as he walked over to her, sheathing his knife. He stared down at her, causing her to stare at him blankly. Then like a switch, the little girl was gone. Emile looked around bewildered, he was sure he had just seen a little girl! Was he losing it? But all of a sudden, he felt himself being dragged. Turning around he saw a pure white portal, drawing him in. He struggled to free himself, and found himself pulled into the portal…

Eleven shivered as she was brought of the sensory deprivation tank, she had been in there for quite awhile. The experience was traumatizing. She had no way to describe what she had just seen, even though she didn't speak much to begin with. Papa had come down to talk to her. He knelt down in front of her, asking what she had seen. She wouldn't… no couldn't answer him. Papa was very upset evident by the fact he had the bad men hit her, Their sticks didn't kill, but they hurt her very badly. She couldn't use her brain to fight back, her connection to wherever she had been drained her. So she was helpless as the all the men watched her punished. That was until a blinding white light blinded everyone, the room was cascaded in it. They stopped hitting her, looking to where the light had originated from. What everyone saw made their hearts stop. Standing there was the very man who had saved her from the beasts…


Nice little beginning chapter here. Sorry again for the un-creative way of inserting Emile. I figured if she can open gates to alternate or parallel dimensions, maybe i could use slip space as Emile's 'Gate". Considering it is comprised of several dimensions that run along our own. Anyway, i hope you guys liked it, please review and give me feedback!