Hello Sweeties! Never done a cross-over before, so bear with me! Also tell me what you think (I'm a tough cookie, I can handle it.) I don't own any LOTR characters or any of those from the Halo franchise. I'm just a waitress, please don't sue me ;)
Lotsa Luv! :3
Before:
Noble Six pulled the assault rifle from its clip and turned her back to the retreating ship. Her mission: disbanded, her closest friends: dead. All for a small package containing an AI. The old lady had said that the AI was their hope, she had to believe that. But now that hope was gone, and she had to protect it.
Her motion detectors alerted her to the arrival of the first group of Covenant. A few plasmas later and she cleared a path to the bigger guns. She grinned inside her helmet. This is what she was best at. Climbing to the seat, she slipped into the control and felt the machine respond to her touch. She had to cover the ship as it was tried to leave.
One by one, she heard banshees and phantoms explode. Leaving the cannon, her food nudged something that made her pause. Emile.
Her one lifeline was gone. She grabbed the energy sword from the dead Zealot, and pressed her helmet against the painted skull on Noble four's. She remembered what he said to her:
"Spartans don't die, they just go to Hell to regroup."
"I'll see you then," she whispered. Then the Pillar of Autumn left, and she was truly alone.
"Who's next you sons of bitches!?" She screamed at the heavens.
As if granting her wish, drop ships released their loads, showering her in hoards of brutes and elites. Noble six readied her sword.
"That one's for Jorge." She stab one through the throat. "That one's for Kat." Slice through the diaphragm. "That one's for Carter." Through the head. "That one's for Emile." Plasma to the face.
She turned to face a cluster of grunts, bouncing a frag grenade. They paused, frightened.
"You know, I'm not sure if Jun is alive or not. But don't you think I should avenge him for good measure?"
The grunts opened fire and Six threw the grenade with a satisfied smirk.
She felt a sharp pain and looked down. Another energy sword was thrust through her middle. Oh shit, she thought as her sensors and shields flashed red. Her last thought as the darkness took her was:
Goddamned Zealots