Following after the sudden end of Digitalic Warfare and my ultimate fail of developing a longer story, and giving the mantle to a Halo crossover due to lack of next imagination. This takes place 2 years after Halo 5. I'm going to explain along the way. I'll try to make it longer this time.

Alrighty. Moving on.


After the fall of John's fireteam. The Draenei army had summoned the Legion successfully, and pulled Azeroth into a desolate state and nearly unsuitable for life. But however, the last remaining leaders of the Horde and Alliance had destroyed their portals, the ones that transformed the land into their image. And due to the remaining cities. The citizens had survived. And the demonic presense had left the planet about 400 years later, thanks to Ysera. Both Alliance and Horde remain enemies as always. Nothing really has changed after that war. Except the US, Russian and Chinese military and civilian elements had left the planet.

Obsidian Prime knew that the Draenei clan is still around. Zaradar was also a barren wasteland after the war, the Draenei was reduced to nearly nothing, their numbers around 150 million, their last light now extinguished and now under the influence of anyone they can choose. But something else was fast approaching, and he's waiting for someone answer his call. Summoned about 400 years ago.

Night Elves veered away from the Alliance. Trolls had separated also, and Taurens had tried to stay away from the Horde. But war isn't so far away as we thought it was.


April 23, 2560. One Year Ago.

Above Azeroth's Orbit.

Prime's call wasn't answered. He'd kept the signal, but no one responded, not even the humans from Earth came back to check on Azeroth. Then it came... Like a loud boom.

One of the ships had came to its orbit, coming out of slip-space. No one from Earth had came back to Azeroth after the war. So many UNSC charts wouldn't show the planet on the Galaxy's systems. Covenant would also tell that the planet was the primal element, and one of the shattered clans of their former empire had also told them of this world. They were the most powerful military element third to old Covenant and to the Forerunners, and yet can't record Pre-UNSC systems.

"What is this? This planet's not on any star chart. Perala, could you explain how we got here?" The UNSC captain said to the female AI as he spotted the planet, and the star system grid didn't highlight the planet. "Is this... The planet the Jul'Mdama was speaking over and over again?"

"I guess so, his mapping is distorted on the monitor, but it should look exactly the same. Care to launch a probe?" She replied. Then a sudden stream of energy comes from the planet and hits the side of the ship.

"Great. Just what we need." The captain had lost control of everything, and the systems were hijacked.

"Welcome back to Azeroth. Hope you enjoy the visit. USMC." The ghost of King Varian Wrynn appeared on the monitor and vanished.

"What are you even talking about?" He replied.

(Warning! Intruders detected in aft bay)

"Get Vraedyth activated, before the-" One of the sudden shockwaves knocks the captain out. They've tried to pull a Spartan out of cryo-sleep, the systems were locked out. The ship veers towards the planet.


Mount Hyjal - Night Elf Temple.

1:30 PM.

"Mayday! This is UNSC Storm Ruler. We've lost all control of the ship, we're on an uncontrollable descent course on an unidentified planet. Anyone responding?!" One of the crew members was still awake, the ship crosses into the skies. One of the Elves psychically hears them.

"Iljax... You think that's the USMC again? Why did they come back after leaving us?" Another elf replied as she saw the ship cross the skies on fire.

"I don't care. Maybe they want to finish what they've started?" He spoke back to the male.

"As long's they have something in mind, they'll stay there and finish their work." A male, with mystic powers flowing through him. He looks not old, but hadn't shaved the beard or hair in a long time.

The Inferno Fields. Just about south of the village.

(Command systems online. Releasing Spartan Vraedyth Zero)

One of the Spartans woke up. Vraedyth was the newest recruit into the Spartan V program, he wore the Spartan's Recruit suits. Except the suit changes camo in environments. He kicked the pod open, the ship was sinking into the magma. However, 12 of the remaining soldiers and ODST operatives survived the crash.

"Wait a minute, who are you?" One of the soldiers spoke as the druids came next to them.

"No. We're not your enemies. But what you doing here? It looks like you're under a different rule than the USMC." The druid replied.

"We're the 600'th division of the UNSC, we don't know those people. Our ship lost control, crashed on this planet and only myself-" The soldier was saying, then interrupted. "Uh... Make that 13 of us, since that Spartan's here." One of the ODST Operatives replied.

"Whatever. Do you have a place to go?" He asked again.

"Could you say please?" Another druid tried to make a joke.

"Well, yes." The soldier nods in agreement. All of a sudden, they were teleported.


End of part one. I'll get onto the next one tomorrow.