Chapter 1
Home is where the war is

August 30, 2552, 25 km from Asźod shipbreaking yards. Asźod, Eposz, Reach

A pair of warthogs, one a M831 Troop Transport hog and the other a M12G1 Gauss Warthog. Both hog held the members of an elite ODST strike team that didn't feel very elite now. They were the 501st. This squad led by Commander Curtis Fletcher, of the UNSC Air Force, had been second only to Spartans in the many mission they had gone through. Many if not all of it members had been fighting the Covenant even before they could even join the UNSC when they invaded their homes. And now here they were, they were on Reach, humanity's fortress in the stars. On the doorstep of Earth itself. And it was burning.

The second in command, UNSC Navy Officer Lieutenant Allison Forge, in the passenger seat of the Gauss hog depolarized her helmet to look out at the burning hulk of her home world, Emerald eye stained with tears.

"Why? Why can't the fucking Covenant just leave us alone!?" She slammed her fist down of the Hog's dashboard, a sharp pain coursing through it from doing so. She ignored it as tears continued to flow "What did we ever do to them?"

A comforting hand fell on her left shoulder as Curtis looked at her, his blue eyes sharing a similar look out of his visor.

"They don't care, that's why. They don't want us beaten. They want us dead." He looked out at the valley below at the melted hulks or starships that couldn't escape the glassing beams. Some were slated for scrapping, but others still had people in them. "We failed here, at Reach, But never again. We can't lose again."

"All we have left is Earth and the Sol System. Is that even enough?" The question had come over the COMMs from the Troop Hog. A man, a bit bulker than Curtis and the 501st's heavy weapons expert, UNSC Army Airborne Staff Sergeant David Hudson as he scanned the skies and back for any signs of enemy activity, M319 grenade launcher held firmly in hand.

Curtis looked out ahead of them and sighed "I don't know. Maybe? Angela, you know the UNSC's secrets. Anything that could help out?"

The person in question, Angela Rich, was driving the second hog. She was in fact a Major and a level 3 member of the Office of Naval Intelligence or ONI. She was the one who often acquired experimental or rare weaponry and equipment for the 501st and the ship they operated out of, the Halberd class destroyer UNSC Poseidon's Trident. She thought over every weapon and experiment she knew of. From the NOVA bombs to the still being built UNSC Infinity of the Infinity class supercarriers…but could find no solution. No sign of victory. Survival, sure, but nothing to save Earth.

"No" He voice was monotone and quiet. "Several systems are in place to ensure humanity's survival but nothing to stop the total destruction of the Sol System and known UNSC space."

"So…...that is it then?" This voice come from the team's field medic, Master Sergeant Sandra Thompson. She sat in the passenger seat of the Troop hog. She was identifiable by the white shoulder pads with the red UNSC medical caduceus. Most people wouldn't think her suited for field deployment, let alone with a ODST fireteam with her shy personality and often cheery demeanor but, most people that knew here would simply tell you not to upset her.

Before they could respond, a sound filled the air. The dreaded up of repulsor lifts and Impulse engines. The trademarked sounds of Covenant Vehicles.

"4 o clock high! We got 3 banshees! They aren't the normal kind either!" Hudson shouted out as the Hog kicked into high gear to escape the diving alien fighters.

He was right in that they were not the normal banshees. Unlike the more commonly seen Type-26 and its variants, these were Type-27 Banshees. The space fighter variant with heavier plasma cannons and a more powerful Fuel rod launcher. A Normal Type 26 was a problem, but Type 27s?

"How strong is the shield on these things?" Ask the ODST manning the gauss turret of the forward hog, Sergeant Major Stacy Williams asked as she took aim.

"They can be taken down with a few 30mm rounds from a fighter or a lone direct rocket hit." Curtis answered her as he swerved as the lead banshee swooped down and actually side swiped the hog. They were toying with them.
Stacy had a sadistic grin on her face as she laughed and too aim at the banshee that was now turning back to its flight. "Perfect."
Her M68 Gauss cannon hummed to life and with a deafening crack and speared the front of the cockpit of the craft. Blue and purple flame erupted from the hole formed and a few second later the craft exploded violently in a shower of plasma and Nanolaminate hull plating. She was unable to celebrate her kill as the other two opened firs with their heavy plasma cannons aiming to melt her hog and her along with it. Hudson however managed to get a plan in action and once the Banshee's were low enough he fired a Grenade from his launcher at it. The grenade detonated and let out a EMP pulse that disabled the alien fighter causing it to crash into the ground into a large boulder on the side of the road destroying it. The last fighter rushed ahead of the warthogs and flow low to the ground charging them, it Plasma Cannons blazing away. Curtis looked over at Angela driving the Troop hog and they both nodded at one another in understanding. They Maneuvered the Hogs so there was space between the Banshee could fly through. Once it got close enough they swerved back in. The Sangheili Minor could only watch as two 5-ton Titanium missile crashed into him. The Hog were jostled around a bit but managed to stay on course with minor damage. The banshee, however, was destroyed.

Allison looked back at the wreckage "All hostiles neutralized"

"Ya, and I can see the Trident form here." Curtis pointed ahead at what must have seemed, at least to anyone still trapped on reach like the 501st, to be the most beautiful thing in the universe. The UNSC Poseidon's Trident DDG-052. The Old Halberd class Destroyer had been the home of the 501st for years now and it had yet to fail them. It was in this ship the 501st gained it notoriety, and now it was in this ship they were going to escape this living hell.

Other Marines, Army, Navy and Air force personnel were loading up the ship for final departure when the 501st rolled up to the slipway. The ODSTs dismounted the Hogs as they were no longer needed and rushed aboard with everyone else.

[On the Bridge of the UNSC Poseidon's Trident]

Captain Baird looked out the windows at the scene before him. Not 5 minutes ago a Spartan III had just allowed the UNSC Pillar of Autumn to escape and now he had to do the same before the Second CCS that had just arrived in lieu of the one damaged by said Spartan III manning an Onager MAC finished the job and Glassed the damn shipyard. He Turned to a nearby holotank

"Solara, status?" The older man asked to seemingly thin air.

The Holotank flickered to life as the ship AI, Solara materialized her avatar on it. Her avatar was that of a woman in her early 20s with a slender figure. She had no clothes on per say but she followed the example of her fellow AIs like Cortana and Kalmiya, both created by Dr. Catherine Halsey, and was covered by patterns and scrolling symbols. She modeled her patterns after Cortana who she spent a lot of time with before she was called off elsewhere. Many on the crew often joked that they thought she was made form the brain of either a porn star or a very kinky Officer, due to her tendency to tease or flirt with crewmembers, the latter of which is still up in the air for debate. They also forgot that she has control of the ship and found themselves in either no gravity or extreme gravity.

"All hand accounted for and aboard, Captain." She looked down, her golden glow seemingly dimming for a moment "I am picking up several troops too far out trying to get to us. Even that Spartan who saved the Autumn."

Baird sighed, it wasn't easy. It was NEVER easy leaving troops behind, but it had to be done.

"We have done…all we can. All we can do now is help those who still have hope elsewhere in this mad galaxy a chance for survival." He sat down in his command seat as his crew looked at him for orders, but he knew they really looked. They didn't want to hear they fact they had to leave those men and women behind. God, he hated the Covenant for doing this.

"I know what you all want me to say but you know I can't say it. I can't say, open the door and let them in. We are about t be glassed and you all know we are powerless just sitting here." Many faces looked down, saddened by the truth they all knew. "But mark my word, we will make the Covenant pay for Reach. We may not live to see it, but this war, one way or another will not be won by the Hinge heads. But for now, we can only run." He leaned back. "Helm, get us out. of here."

The Helmsman, a young man from Arcadia, nodded solemnly "Aye sir."

The 4 powerful and armoured fusion engines of the destroyer came to life as the ship was propelled into the air. Like the Frigate line, the Trident could operate in atmosphere and it easily took to the skies. The 485-meter-long ship was approaching the bulking frame of a CCS class battlecruiser. The alien warship began to move to intercept the fleeing human vessel.

Baird laughed "And here I thought this Fleet of Particular Justice was good at innovating. Solara, hit the boosters now!"

The AI wasted no time in following that order as the Trident's 4 secondary fusion engines roared to life launching the ship forwards and away form the CCS. The crew began to increase the Altitude to get away form this hell formerly known as Reach when in a large cloud ahead of them, lightning crackled across it like it was hitting something. Like off the shields of a Covenant ship and judging form the outline, a big one.

"Spin up the MAC guns and ready archers! I am NOT dying on this rock and neither are any of you!" Baird yelled as the hulking prow of a CAS assault carrier emerged form the clouds.
The small destroyer was determined to add one last tally to its kill list and taking on a CAS was one hell of a kill. Her Thrust vectoring exhaust in combination with her stander thrusters allowed the Trident to pull an Immelmann maneuver over the carrier and wind up over the vessel. The assault carriers Urpeon-pattern superheavy plasma lances lashed out at the annoying ship as it dogged the beamed and returned fire with it smaller MAC gun as it was too close to use the main gun. The ship boosted over the main body and over its stern. The Trident easy turned around and hid near the engines of the ship to avoid the Carriers attempt to retaliate with plasma Torpedoes and fired its main guns into its rear.

[On the bridge of the CAS Enduring Annihilation ]
On the bridge of the ship, a Sangheili Ultra who was the Shipmaster of this vessel looked out over a hologram which showed his current predicament. A Destroyer. A human Destroyer. A Lone Human Destroyers with no allies or even a fighter wing escort was attacking his ship and slowly but surly dropping the rear shields of the ship. Human MAC guns were known to be dangerous, but one used by such a small ship? Against his Assault Carrier?! The shipmaster, Isna 'Fulsamee, was positively furious. It wasn't enough he served alongside a family member who manned a lone pitiful destroyer but now he was being attacked by a lone HUMAN destroyer!?

"Can ANYTHING target that blasphemous vessel!?" Isna roared to his bridge officers.
"A long Unggoy spoke up nervously "We have no weapons back there. Too small for pulse lasers to reach. Too close for torpedoes. We need fighters to reach them but all out fighter are go-"That was all the grunt major got out before he was run threw by the twin blue blades of Isna's energy sword.

"Someone get me that nearby battlecruiser and get it to remove these Nat from us before they break thr-"he stumbled as the ship shook "By the prophets what was that?"

A Sangheili Minor spoke up this time "the Human ship was broken though our rear shield and is now attempting to get our Reactor. All engines are non-operable thanks to their missiles."
Isna was about to stab something when the comm officer spoke up. "Sir, the Truth and Reconciliation has come to assist."

"Tell them to fire! Burn the humans who dare defy the Holy Covenant!"

[Back with the UNSC Poseidon's Trident]

When the first shells hit the actual hull and not the ship's shields the Trident truly began to think they could take down this CAS alone. If they could do so, they could buy those who are still on the ground some time. However, Nanolaminate is still strong and the CAS was quite large, but one last blast from form the underslung MAC had ripped away the last bits in the way between the Halberd and the core. The 600-ton slugs of the Halberd were nothing compared to the 1500-ton slugs of a heavy cruiser or 3000-ton slug of a Orbital defence platform or super carrier, but it was still better off than the 300 ton slugs of a heavy corvette or a Refitted Phoenix class colony ship. The Trident was about to fire when something knocked it off course. Instead of destroying the CAS it shot went wide and hit part of the Plasma rector shutting it down. The carrier began to all form the sky. The Trident veers around, part of its nose melted from a Plasma Torpedo as the CCS from before had caught up with it. The ship turned and ran as the CCS doggedly chased it.

"Prepare to jump to slipspace!" Baird called out as the ship shook form additional Plasma torpedoes, its 2-meter-thick Titanium A battleplate holding for now.

"In atmosphere!? Captain that's never been done!" Both Solara and the helmsman looked back at him like he was mad.
"It either that, or we all die her and now!"

Solara sighed a she was right and began to spin up the drive. The calculation was difficult but worked with Halsey and learned new tricks from her own AIs dammit! She wasn't about to just roll over for a run of the mill battlecruiser! A bright blue and black portal appeared in front of the Trident as the Shaw-Fujikawa Translight Engine ripped the universe a new one and opened a portal through several dimensions. The Destroyer shot forward hoping to enter the portal, but it stopped short and began to fall. The portal closed as the Trident missed it completely. The Truth and Reconciliation used its Plasma lance and it had cut the ship in half, separating it engines form it bow. The screams of the crew added on to those from the planet below as the Trident fell back down to the hell that was Reach. The Reconciliation didn't get to check if the crew was all dead as Supreme Commander Thel 'Vadamee had called all ship up to follow the lone escaping human cruiser. Little did the departing Battlecruiser know, Humanity is very stubborn, and they will soon wish they had in fact Glassed the wreckage before departing.

Hello! This is my first chapter into my Halo Outbreak series! This series will cross over with a few other but will mainly be Halo based. Based On an RP I did with a good freind of mine.

Halo is owned by Bungie 343 Industries and Microsoft.

RWBY is owned by Rooster Teeth

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All other references or tidbit to other series belong to their respective owners.

OC character, Curtis Flecther is created and owned by SBB-67Montana ,my good friend. I own nothing but the original Characters.