Author's Note: HOLA! I'm back for my THIRD Fanfiction! Brothers in Armor (Get it?) is about me and my friend Jordan. We play Halo: Reach a lot, so I thought: Why not make a fic about our adventures together? Anyways, Hope you Like it! I am Duuuuuuuuudeeeee, I got the dude-osity like nobody else.
===HALO: REACH MAIN MENU LOBBY===
"Hey, bro! How's it going?"
"Not bad, been shooting up the Covies and racking in the credits. How 'bout you?"
"Pretty good. I died like, 12 times in that last Firefight, but besides that, I'm pretty good."
"Nice. So, what gamemode should we do today?"
"Let's continue that Base Wars Forge game."
"Yeah!"
Caleb and Jordan were SPARTAN-II's, living an everyday life in Halo: Reach's Main Menu Lobby. They would meet every weekday, choose a gamemode, and blast everything in their line of sight to ashes. They were moderately good at the game, but needed improvement. To practice usage of weapons and vehicles, they would use Forge mode and build bases, then destroy each other while building. They were good friends, but what was coming for them, was something that they weren't prepared for.
They entered the Forge Lobby, and Caleb slid his finger across a holographic Map Selection board on the wall until he came up to "Base Wars". He selected it, and a portal opened. They stepped through the portal, Caleb on Gold Team and Jordan on Pink Team (He always had a thing for pink), and each one of them spawned on their individualized spawn points. Caleb's base was a... A complex, sort of. It was hanging off a cliff, with a Scorpion Cannon (Scorpion that can't move due to objects blocking its way), a Shade Turret, a Wraith Cannon (Same as Scorpion, but with a Wraith instead), Covenant and UNSC weapons racks, and a landing pad with a Banshee and Falcon on it. Jordan's base was smaller, but protected with rocks all over. He had a hidden Wraith cannon, three sniping posts (Protected by rocks), a Ghost, a Banshee, two pink Mongooses, a Machine Gun Turret, and a teleporter that could take you to the weapons floor and the vehicles floor of his base. His base was also more... Compact.
Jordan headed straight to work to defend his base. Caleb decided to set up more defenses, starting with another weapon rack of UNSC weapons. He took a Laser off of the rack and fired it at Jordan's Banshee. It exploded, and a piece of the wreckage almost hit jordan, had he not jet-packed out of the way. Jordan sniped Caleb in the chest, taking out his shields, but then Caleb entered his Scorpion Cannon and fired at Jordan's sniper nest. Jordan evaded the shot, and when he was standing up again, he saw Elites taking the Covenant weapons in his base. He pulled out his Plasma Pistol and charged it up, then fired it at the Elite with his Plasma Launcher. The Elite's armor melted away and the Elite dropped the Plasma Launcher, then died. Jordan opened the radio channel.
"Caleb, over at my base, quick!"
"What's wrong, buddy?"
"Elites are raiding my weapon stock!"
"I'm coming!"
Caleb left his Scorpion Cannon and changed into a Forge Monitor, flew over to Jordan's base, turned into his EOD armor again, and pulled out his Shotgun. He aimed it at the Elite carrying the Energy Sword. The Elite saw him and lunged towards him, but had his head blown off by Jordan's Sniper shot. Caleb picked up the Sword, activated it, and used it to assassinate an Elite carrying Plasma Rifles. Jordan picked up the Plasma Rifles, and fired them at an Elite with a Gravity Hammer. The Elite's shields were busted, but it took advantage of Jordan overheating the rifles to slam him with the hammer. He almost hit Jordan, but Caleb stabbed the Elite in the back with the sword.
"You okay, bro?"
"Yeah, Caleb, I'm fine."
"Good."
"Watch out behind you!" Jordan shouted, and sniped an elite in Active-Camo behind Caleb. He picked up the body and threw it onto another Elite, whose shields dissipated. The Elite, clearly pissed off, ran straight for him, but got lasered just in time. A large hole appeared in its suit.
"How... How did they get into my base?" Jordan asked, out of breath.
"No idea, bro. But let's realize something: This place isn't safe. I say we head for the island. We'll take my Falcon." Caleb replied.
"Oh... Okay..."
They both flew over to Caleb's base, and went to the landing pad. Caleb got into the driver's seat, and Jordan took up a gunner seat. The Falcon lifted off the landing pad, and as Jordan looked back, he saw Banshees launching Fuel Rod projectiles at his base. It exploded, and the Elites dropped out of their Banshees to search the wreckage. As Jordan watched, a tear rolled down his cheek behind the black visor of his AA helmet. He had spent days working on that base. It was sad to see it get blown up. The Elites reentered their banshees, and destroyed Caleb's base. Then, the Banshees came after Caleb's Falcon. Jordan fired his MG at them, and one of them blew up. Then another. Then, the third one didn't explode, but was severely damaged and crashed into another one, blowing them both up. Two Banshees were still following them. Jordan fired 7 shots, but then his MG ran out of ammo. He sat on the transport seat of the Falcon, hoping and praying that they wouldn't get hit.
They did.
A Banshee's Plasma blast hit Caleb's Falcon in the rotor. It stopped spinning, and they dropped onto the island.
"Hold onto your balls, Jordan!"
They crashed on the side of the mountain, then rolled down onto the surface of the Island. They landed with a loud thud, and escaped just before the Falcon exploded. The Banshees flew down to the island, and the Elite Zealots piloting them exited. They searched around, but each one got sniped. Caleb and Jordan picked up their Energy Swords and slapped them to their belts.
"Those Banshees... Do you know how to fly one?" Caleb asked.
"Yeah I do!"
"Good. Let's get in."
Jordan walked over to the Banshees with Caleb, but they exploded before the friends could reach them.
"Crap." Jordan said.
"Looks like it's Forge time!"
Caleb tried to turn into a Monitor, but failed.
"What the..."
"Caleb, I think our Forge powers were deactivated because we lost connection to our bases."
"Ah, screw this."
"Sadly, we can't leave either."
"What!?"
"Yep. We needed our bases."
"Well, how can we..."
Just before Caleb could finish, they heard gunfire, Warthog tires, and explosions. They sprinted over to the source of all the noise, and saw a battle between two Revenants, four Elites, six Jackals, and a Warthog, a SPARTAN, two Marines, and a Mongoose with a Rocket Marine riding in the back. The SPARTAN, wearing EVA armor, hijacked a Revenant and ran over three of the Jackals. He got out and fired his Grenade Launcher at an Elite, killing it. The other Revenant destroyed the Mongoose, but then got hit in the core by the Warthog's MG. The battle raged on until only the SPARTAN and the Warthog were remaining.
"Jordan, let's walk away slowly."
"Yeah."
Caleb and Jordan walked away, but then the Warthog and the SPARTAN got in front of them.
"Oh, shit."
"Who are you?" The EVA asked in a deep, robotic voice.
"We're SPARTANs Caleb and Jordan. We had bases in the canyon, but Banshees destroyed them and now we're stranded on this island." Caleb said.
"I see. How come you don't have any vehicles?"
"We only had a Falcon. We crash-landed, and now it's a big pile of titanium scraps."
"Well, you're in luck. I've got another Warthog in the cave. Follow me."
"Okay."
Caleb and Jordan followed the anonymous EVA into a cave, and found a Warthog in perfect condition. Jordan got in the driver seat, and Caleb took up position in the gunner.
"Let's roll." Jordan said.
Author's Note: No, me and Jordan were not really attacked by Elites, then had our bases destroyed. I just added that. We did, however, do combat against each other in our own bases while Forging. I am Duuuuuuuuudeeeee, I got the dude-osity like nobody else.