As promised:
Rating: T 16+ (for language, violence, and bloodshed. But if you can tolerate the games/books, this is cool)
Full summary: Two universes clash, and they will be torn apart if something isn't done about it, along with the threat of Pirates and Covenant. The military sets up the scientifically augmented SPARTANs and a hunter by the name of Samus Aran to stop the alien forces. The Chozo tell them to save the universe. Can they do both tasks at once?
Warnings: There might be the most negligible hints of Samus Aran and John 117 romance at the end. Both series are action and hard core adventure though, so this story will reflect that and refrain from overly mushy and out of character stuff. The only reason this comes up at all is as a warning if you can absolutely not tolerate it. Otherwise the fiction should be good. Also, I like to go on and on, so the chapters might be exceedingly long.
Okay, my sincerest apologies folks. I know something about Metroid...mostly from Wikipedia. Although I've played Prime, Echoes and Fusion. So anything I screw up, let me know as soon as you can. I'm several chapters in already, but I'd like to try and fix it in the future. But Samus was a Lieutenant, right? Also Adam might be badly done, I don't know. All I know is that he was her CO and calls her Lady. The whole Princess thing is my idea.
Mhm...I really should do a prologue, but I can't (more like I'm too damn lazy). In Halo this takes shortly after the Spartans land on Reach, but events have happened different then in the first novel. First, the Spartans never split up, they were ambushed by Covenant before they could, but they managed to get those too wounded to walk hidden somehow. Also, Cortana came with the Chief when he went to the space station. This applies to a whole different universe theory I have. The Halo universe that I shove into here was the same up until Reach's fall, then I changed things. Okay, its not the canon universe, although almost the same. In Metroid time, Samus just left the BSL space station she was on for the mission and destroyed SR388 and the Galactic federation just found out what she did. Mhm, like a span of two three hours maybe?
Oh! This is written in Halo story format with the beginnings of chapters. Goody.
Okay now for the conversation system. When someone's using their vocals or at least they're saying something that makes noise that travels through the air to someone's ears "" and «» will be used. Good ol' English quotes are for human talk, people speaking English. The double angle, Spanish, quotes are for non-human talk. If its translated alien language for your convince, I'll bold it, if not, I've done nothing to it. Anything in italics here is for emphasis only.
For inner self-thoughts and telepathic communiqué '' and ‹› will be used. It's the same basic system as above, just its marked off by one less thing. (apostrophe for human speak, ‹› for alien speak bolded and or italicized or not by the same principle)
For further complexity, anything bolded, but not marked by anything mentioned above is for text messages and the headers of chapters, only. Anything not marked but in italics is either for emphasis (normally one word) and whole lines and paragraphs are Choujin ghosts speaking, bolded or not at my discretion.
Paragraph breaks make the difference between my drabbling and babbling and the actual story itself.
0800 Hours, August 30, 2552 (Military Calendar)
Hunter-Class Gunship, Epsilon Eridani System, surface of Reach
'Crap!' Was the thought that crossed the mind of a warrior clad in an orange suit. "Adam," A muffled and distorted voice came calmly through the voice speaker of the technologically advanced suit. Her fingers flew over the keys as she hastily moved weaved her ship in and out of blasts.
"What do you want, Princess?" Came a tart reply, the small shipboard AI was busy using the ships systems to scan the area. It was trying to digest the information in a few cycles, the task consumed most of it's capacity.
The female bounty hunter sat in the seat quickly clattering away at a console, passively ignoring the jest, "Where are we?"
Adam took several cycles to answer, "A planet with a nitrogen oxide atmosphere, humans and thousands of non humans."
"Humans?" Blue eyes scanned the ships view screen through a green reflective visor. All she saw were suited aliens. Wait, there they were, a few humans. She could barely make out their iridescent green armor out of the mess of blue energy beams. They were outnumbered and having potshots taken at them, but they were dodging with inhuman speed. There were corpses strewn behind them. An image of a similar scenario flashed in her mind, anger growing in her chest. Although there were subtle differences, such as different aliens, less humans, and an entirely different planet.
"Adam, fend off those damn aliens. I'm going out, be ready to pick me up."
"As you say." A sleek door slid open on the top of the ship as it stared firing at nearby purple machines with deadly aim of white-hot plasma. The warrior jumped down, barely a sound was made as the half a ton suit of armor and human hit the ground. A barrel built into the suit closed all its openings and condensed before expanding in a different shape, its open conduits glowed black and white.
Beams of the energy were opened on the aliens, their flying vehicles falling out of the sky in a few hits. The armored humans noticed the new presence, but most of them were glad of the help, even for them, this was tough. The computer's voice floated in the helmet of the hunter.
"I sense energy building up in orbit from the aliens' ships in orbit. They're aiming at the planet. This will be enough to instantly incinerate the areas, and surrounding areas, of their targets. I believe their first target would be close enough to here to kill you and the humans."
A curse was muttered in a different language before, "Thanks, Adam." She turned to run to the humans. "Can those suits survive in space?" She fired a shot at a flying ship, it fell, the top opening up, showing the flyer, a tall blue armored alien with spilt lower jaws, was dead. The entire inside of the ship was burned and parts of it were on fire from the heat.
One of them looked at the alien, then at her, "Yes, two hours. Why?" Suspicion tainted the feminine tone.
"This area is about to be melted." With a quick correction form the computer, "On the surface" was added to her statement.
She sensed worry ease off their forms, but most of them remained still, "Do you have any space worthy ships?" She quickly changed tactics, what good would it do to bring them in space without a ship?
"Maybe, a few kilometers south." Another, male, pointed behind them. Even though theirs had been destroyed in landing, he had seen another near the "base", if it could be called that. He thought it was in working condition.
The same curse was repeated, «C'jinlor.» "Adam." Wait for acknowledgement, "They say there is a ship a few kilometers south of our position. Find it, and bring it here." Wait again as the computer replied, "Yes, I'd like my ship as well." Wait again, "Then hurry." She turned back to the soldiers, "If you have any wounded, get them now."
Six disappeared. They came back minutes later hauling and helping six others like them along.
A drop ship with thick armor plating flew towards them moments later, along with the ship shaped like a commonly thought of Martian ship, but with the bottom missing, came up behind the group of twenty humans. "Thanks computer." She turned to face them, "Get in, no time to waste." The drop ship's door opened into a ramp as it floated. The humans ran in, a few weighed down from the new wounded arrivals, but more helped ease the load, the door closed after the last one was in.
The hunter jumped and crouched on her own ship, metal boots adhering to the surface as the two ships sped off the planet, just in time. The white-hot plasma befell the planet, molten rock spewing up where it hit, air vaporizing. The heat spread over the planet in an area, killing everything on the surface, all the humans and aliens. The hatch opened, a paper-thin barrier going down through the ship's interior to prevent everything loose succumbing to the vacuum. She jumped in, the ship sealed, the hull heated a little as they left the atmosphere.
"Adam, open a comm." The view screen's vision shrunk to half of it's current state, the other half opening a comm line with the other ship. "So, would you like control of your ship, or should my computer handle it?"
On the other ship before the line was opened they viewed the sight with horror, bile churning in their stomachs. All they saw were alien ships, they couldn't even find their human mother ship.
"So, would you like control of your ship, or should my computer handle it?" The distorted voice cracked open on their speakers. It was distorted so much, they couldn't tell if the speaker was female or male.
"Your computer can handle it." Their apparent leader, the one to talk with their helper, sat down in the pilot's chair. "Can you?"
"Can I what?"
Another spoke up, they all knew each other well enough to know what was up, "Our squad leader was in space during the attack on the planet, and two of our team mates as well. Are they in the rubble?"
"Armor like yours?"
"Yes."
"I can try, no guarantees. Computer?"
"All ready scanning." In a few seconds results flashed across the visor of the warrior's visor. She read through the results four lines at a time. The line cracked to life again. On the drop ship, it was an eternity, everything went slow for them, but this was extra slow.
"There were three hits, like you said." They sighed in relief, "I'm sorry, but one of them is dead. He died of a lack of oxygen, his suit is full of carbon dioxide, he's nearly on the other side of the planet. However, the other two, nearest to us, is among the remains of a vessel like yours. One is female, she might as well be dead, her vitals are just barely clinging to life. The other is male, there are several broken bones. The oxygen supplies in both of their suits is just about gone, however."
They all digested the information. One of them died floating in space, the worst death to befall one of them all their enhanced skills were worth nothing, floating helplessly in space. The same was about to befall the other two. They knew the female, 058 Linda. But which of their men was about to die? Was it John, the survivor? Or was it James, the incredibly determined?
"Save them, please."
"Adam?"
"On it."
"They'll have to come aboard my ship. The vacuum would suck out all the air in your ship, and I don't know how long we'll be in space. I can treat one, but not both of them. Can you guys take that suit off easily?"
"Yes...but," There was a pause, "We don't know how it comes off completely, it took a lab fifteen minutes to make it fit right, and we can't wear anything under it for it to work properly." An afterthought, "The helmet comes off easily."
"Right." She closed the comm temporarily, "Adam, inspect that armor completely to make sure you take it off right so you can put it back on before treating either of them." The comm opened seamlessly.
"As you say. Arriving." The next statement was private in the hunter's heads up display, Samus, you will have to pull them in.
Samus stood up and walked over to the hatch, micro-thin barrier opening as the hatch slid down through it. She passed through the barrier and it rose back up, her boots adhered to the metal so she wouldn't go tumbling into space. She carefully positioned herself, near one of his splayed limbs, she grabbed a wrist and pulled him carefully in, trying not to over do herself in zero-gee. She walked back to the hatch, standing him gently in front of her so they could both enter at the same time, his metal boots clanged noiselessly against the hull. Metal armor bumped against each other as the hatch slid open. Suddenly she felt the half ton of armor and human she was holding as they succumbed to the ship's artificial gravity. Her suit quickly adjusted to its max strength ability to augment her Choujin enhanced strength.
Samus kicked open her bed, placed him on it, and took of the helmet. His face was pale from lack of sunlight, freckles stuck out on his features. He gagged as clean oxygen filled his lungs; the ship turned the carbon dioxide into oxygen and discharged the extra carbon outside. "He's alive, and has freckles." She said this to hope that they could recognize him by that feature.
There were silenced sighs of relief all around in the Pelican, it was the Master Chief.
