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World of Halocraft

A WoW-Halo crossover

I remember it all, from start to finish. Well, actually, it's more like start to finish then back to start again. Either way, I remember it all. My name is Trajal, and I am an orc. Not just any orc, though. I am a shaman, a leader among my people. As a leader, I am sometimes made to do things they don't want to.

In fact, on the day it started, I was in fact doing something I didn't want to do: battling demons at Felfire Hill. Normally, I wouldn't have come near this place, the demons there being quite weak, and their hold on the area even weaker. However, there had been rumors circulating that the Burning Legion had been planning something horrible. And indeed, the demonic presence there was becoming stronger every day. But neither the Horde nor the Alliance knew what was happening. After a raid on Splinter Tree Post that nearly ended the Horde's influence in the area, the leaders of both factions decided to meet and discuss a plan to prevent another Burning Crusade against their lands.

The faction leaders decided on a collaboration attack on Felfire hill. The Horde would attack from near the Warsong Lumber Camp, and the alliance would attack from near Splinter Tree. Neither side trusted the other, but it was their only choice. I was to lead the horde side, while some Human Paladin led the Alliance forces. I knew my army would do well against them, for my plan was solid. The main section of our army would mount full scale charge. Then, a small group would enter into the territory and fight towards the monument to Grom Hellscream, which was where a lot of the demonic activity was happening.

Apart from me, I had four others on the small group: A Tauren warrior, a Forsaken Warlock, a Troll Rogue, and a Blood Elf Mage. With this group, I knew we would have little trouble reaching our objective. And when the charge from our army happened, we quickly fought our way to the monument. Few demons got in our way, but when we reached the monument, I was devastated.

Something none of us had ever seen was there; it was a horrid mass of flesh, with tentacles and a mouth. It smelt worse than any demon I have ever seen, and it surely wasn't undead, for the Forsaken with us didn't know what it was. Around it were smaller beings that seemed to be made from the same matter. They ran around swiftly, jumping and leaping at times. There were also things that looked human, but were twisted and manipulated into forms that I never imagined possible. It was a nightmare, and I wanted to leave. "What are those things?" the Blood Elf asked.

"I don't know," I replied. "But I don't like the looks of it…"

"So you don't know either," an unfamiliar voice said. I turned around, and was surprised to see the human paladin leader behind me, as well as a small group of his man. Apparently, we had shared the same strategy... "Pity, I thought you monsters might have been able to recognize your own kind.

"Monsters?" the Tauren asked, brandishing his axe, easily observable as angry.

"Calm down, I believe he was referring to his own men," I said. My men laughed. "Well, I see you made it, Alturas." I spat his name out. "Good, you're in time to help us attack."

"Attack? You don't even know what these beings are and yet you would attack them?" he asked me. "I was right about you orcs! Bloodthirsty and prone to attack without thinking!"

"That is what we were labeled as before, and we will be labeled that again!" I shouted at him. "And that is only because of these demons, yet you would continue to see us as what they made us into! We had no self-control at that time, human! Move on, we have!"

"Moved on? Ha, you have not. Orcs still raid our settlements, our lands! You are perhaps worse than before! Now you all can think to make your attacks better then blind attacks!"

Our petty fighting continued on, I wish I had stopped, because I didn't know that we had drawn attention to ourselves. A movement in the unknown creatures' numbers was happening. The great mash of flesh in the middle had turned its attention to our area. I knew it couldn't see, but its sense of smell must have been great. "Damnit!" I stopped. "Now we've attracted their attention!"

The Paladin scoffed and turned to the great flesh mash. "Demon! Identify yourself!" he shouted, holding his sword at the thing.

A laugh came from it. "Me? In your common tongue I am known as…Rose…" it said. I felt myself begin to laugh. "What? You believe my name funny? Well, then I shall say it in my tongue…I am known as the Grave Mind: the brain behind the flood."

In between laughs, I managed to say something. "What in all of Hell…fire Peninsula is the flood?"

"The flood is a parasitic race…waits, you don't need to know. We'll just show you…we have already made an alliance with the Burning Legion, as they call themselves, and our beings are now one. Prepare to become one of us, Orc." Then, as he finished his sentence, thousands of the small things began to rush towards us. I prepared to fight back. All of the Alliance and Horde Collaborators were getting ready to fight.

Then, a great flash of light blinded me. Averting my eyes, I screamed in fury. When the light cleared, I looked back. A humanoid stood behind me, dressed in the finest formed steal I had seen. Behind him stood three humans in green, and a creature I wasn't familiar with. He held in his hand a gun, the likes of which was alien and strange to me. The other humans held the same weapons, but the last creature had a sword of blue light. "Well, that was random…" the first being said.

"Master Chief, where are we?" one of the three humans asked, eyeing me and my men with suspicion.

"Shut up a minute and let me think!!!" the first being said. I presumed his name was Master Chief, though how these two things could be someone's name eluded me. He stood tall, I guessed about the height of a Tauren. After a minute, he spoke up. "I have decided, after careful observation that….we are all screwed!"

The unknown being sighed. "You have brought us here," it said. "Now you will take us back to the battle!"

"Hey, if I knew how to I would…" the chief said. "I don't even know where we are!" it said. He scratched the back of his head. "Seriously, I don't…"

"Then ask for directions." A female voice said, coming from the chief.

"And forfeit my manhood? No thanks, Cortana!"

My men and I stood confused, as did the Paladin's. It was obvious we were both confused. After a bit more arguing between this 'Master Chief" and his alternate personality, 'Cortana', he finally noticed us and the flood. "Umm…hello…" he said.

"Master Chief! It's the flood!" one of the Chief's companions said.

"Oh s! It is the flood!" he said, after turning around and seeing how many of these 'flood' there were. "Damnit, we need to get out of here!" he turned to me. "How do you guys get around here?" he asked.

"Some of us ride mounts, others walk," I replied. "Unfortunately, none of us rode here; we had to fight against demons." I said, gesturing to a wound on my leg.

"Damnit, my warthog can only carry three at a time…" the Chief said. "Any way of getting people out of here?"

"I can open a portal to Orgrimmar so all the members of the horde can escape!" the Blood Elf said.

"Good! But…won't that leave those other people here?" the Chief asked, pointing to the Paladin and his companions that were fighting the flood. My men stood there for a second, thinking he must have been stupid. "Or…perhaps you don't care…whatever. Let's roll!" The chief motioned to his men, who joined the party of the horde, and then they all took a portal to Orgrimmar. Then I, along with the Master Chief and the strange unknown creature got into the…Warthog…as it was called. It was like a Dwarven Battle tank, only smaller, and with a strange gun mounted on the back. I rode in the front next to the Chief, while the other creature stood on the gun platform.

The chief started the engine and began driving. "Well, that was strange," he said.