Halo: The Time Rift

A/N: Well, my third fic is coming up, and yes, it's another crossover. I'd just like to state that the first chapter is more of a prologue than anything, but just know that the story shifts from a third person voice to a first person voice at certain times. I will put the first person bits in italics, like so. I do not own Halo, Microsoft, Bungie, or Sonic Team creations of any sort… unless you count merchandise, but who cares. Now then, I sincerely hope you enjoy Halo: The Time Rift. Please Read and Review.

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Chapter 1: Knock, knock.

They couldn't hold up much longer. It had been a well-fought battle, but the UNSC marines just didn't have the numbers to repel the overwhelming brute attacks. The cave in which the marine Head Quarters was set up now shook violently against the alien war machines as they passed overhead and besieged the underground layer. The artificial light flickered and the personal held their breath as the enormous cavern was plunged into total darkness for a few seconds.

A quick summary

The Brutes were an alien species, not unlike giant bears that had evolved to stand on two legs and wield weaponry with their enormous arms. They now worked to destroy all of human kind. The war had started almost 28 years ago around 2525. It had not always been just against the brutes, however. The Covenant, as the faction was called, was comprised of several different alien factions and races including but not limited to the short dog-like, methane breathing species known as Grunts, the fin headed, prehistoric looking Jackals, the 12 foot tall, blue armor clad symbiotic worm creatures known as Hunters, and the tall, proud, even elegant, core of the Covenant army, the Elites.

Recently it was between the Brutes and the Elites that a calamity occurred involving the attempted murder of one of the highest ranking Elites in their order for a convergence of several corrupt political and religious reasons. This Elite, known as the Arbiter, then led the Elites against the Brutes and the Covenant civil war broke out (see Halo 2). Since then, the Elites and Humans have formed a well-balanced alliance to fight against the Brutes and their corrupted prophets.

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"Sir!" The marine was clad in battle ready armor. He gave a quick salute to the commanding officer as he began to relay a report. "The brutes have made it past external defenses and are closing in on the Covert ops center."

The Commanding Officer had his back to the marine, his eyes scanning the digital readout of a monitor displaying the states of the base and current troop locations on the readout mini-map.

"Have they found the back entrance yet?" The commander demanded of the marine, his eyes still glued to the display.

"No sir."

"Good." The commander gave a relieved sigh. He leaned down and clicked the button of a microphone on. "Open up the back door. Let him in."

"Yes sir." Came the crackly response from the other end of the radio.

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Spartan 117 stood outside the heavy reinforced doors of the marine base's back entrance. He kicked a pebble off the walkway as he attempted to wait patiently for the door to open.

"Master Chief," the Commander's voice came in clearly through the Spartan helmet's speakers, "We're opening the door now. It's a mess in here. My man will debrief you on the situation."

The heavily camouflaged metal door slid upward after a long creaking sound and a dimly lit corridor appeared before the Master Chief. Wounded marines were sprawled on the floor, medics trying desperately to help the wounded. A Captain approached the master chief and gave a salute.

A group of marines huddled around some supply crates looked up and gaped in awe. Mutterings of hope and shouts of encouragement and greeting were heard. The chief was used to it by now. It was a strange thing being an icon. A hero. His coming meant victory, but he felt more like a tool than a human being at times.

"Master Chief, sir. It's good to have you on board!" The Captain said, shaking the Spartan's hand. "The Brutes have us up against a wall here. We're trying to get the men out, but we need to buy ourselves some time to do so. Think you can help us out?"

The Chief nodded. "Sir. I can do that sir."

"Excellent! You don't know how much we appreciate it Master Chief. Be careful out there! Let me get you a guide. Kyle!" The Captain shouted. "Get over here!"

A young man leaning up against the wall looked up. He had a large sniper rifle strapped to his back and a small magnum strapped in a holster on his leg. The weapons looked out of place in these close quarters he was obviously awaiting evacuation or was some kind of specialist. He quickly stood up straight and made his way over to the Master Chief and his Captain.

"Master Chief, this is Kyle. Kyle Young. Special Operations." The captain explained.

Kyle extended a hand in greeting. "I know there isn't much time for pleasantries Master Chief, but I want to know it's an absolute honor finally getting to meet you, sir." Kyle's words shook as he tried to speak. "You've been an idol to all of us here. An absolute honor…" He repeated.

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Just a quick note here, my OC's Kyle Young and Matthew Rardin have no relation to myself. This is no self-insertion of any sort, although the inspiration for the names came from combining together names of people I know.

Next Chapter: Chapter 2: Kyle Young/ The Great Escape. See how the marines get out of the death trap and just how much ass kicking the Master Chief can do in a few hours! Also, enter the plot device!

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