Chapter One: Welcome to the World of Remnant
Spartan-B312 stared defiantly at the three covenant dropships as he stood atop of an observation platform with red smoke bellowing behind him. Normally, it would be considered suicidal for anybody to pop a flare on a covenant-held planet. However, the last active member of noble team simply didn't care about his personal safety. Despite the heroic efforts of Reach's defenders the planet had fallen to the conglomerate of aliens within a month. For all six knew, he was the last active member of the UNSC still on the planet.
"It looks like my luck has finally run out and I'm going to die on this rock." The Spartan from beta-company thought to himself as he loaded a fresh magazine into the MA37 Assault rifle that he'd been carrying since the very beginning.
While most people would panic in the face of their eminent demise, Spartan-B312 oddly found himself at peace with the universe. He had become like a proud samurai warrior from Japan's feudal past and fully-embraced the fate that life had given to him. In a rare moment of enlightenment, the Spartan began to recite a death poem that he'd recalled hearing from his hand-to-hand combat instructor after the results of Operation Torpedo had reached Camp Currahee on planet Onyx.
"By the will of god, my life was given onto me. And by god's will, it has been stripped away from me. I did not dream before, nor will I dream after. There is only the end." Noble Six silently muttered to himself as the first batch of Elites landed on the ground.
No doubt, the split-lipped bastards were looking for any possible survivors in the area to help increase their kill count. A few records had indicated that lower-ranking Sangheili would search for possible survivors on fallen planets in the hopes of increasing their kill count. Often times, it would be a random civilian that had somehow managed to survive the planet's glassing.
"Guess it's time for me to introduce myself to the unwanted house guests." Six thought as he walked over to a M247H heavy machine gun turret in order to announce his presence to the covenant forces in the area.
With his augmented-enhanced strength, Spartan-B312 ripped the eighty-seven pound weapon from its tripod and began firing at the group of aliens that were collectively responsible for taking everything away from him. With his primal yelling being overtaken by the roaring sound of gunfire, it appeared as if he was absolutely silent to the surprised aliens. The ambush quickly turned into a slaughter as the 12.7x99mm Armor-Piercing rounds tore through them like wet tissue paper.
Within seconds, a dozen Type-25 and Type-44 Troop Carriers appeared over the horizon with reinforcements for their beleaguered ground units. Each of them was carrying a covenant squad of soldiers that were being led by veteran elites.
"Come on, you motherfuckers! I'm right here!" Noble Six yelled out in fury as he tossed the M247 aside and pulled out his assault rifle to continue fighting.
It didn't take long for his energy shields to give out from the amount of plasma that was crashing into it. A few seconds later, a large crack appeared on noble-six's visor that forced him to remove the damage helmet from his head. Without a second thought, the lone wolf threw the helmet to the ground and picked up his discarded assault rifle.
"You think that you can take me! You're messing with one of the best!" Six shouted as the elites started to encircle him.
The first to fall was an elite ultra that foolishly tried to rush the Spartan for a quick kill. A long burst from the assault rifle was enough to down the arrogant alien's shield and kill the ultra before it had a chance to retreat for safety. From the corner of Six's left eye, he spotted a Sangheili general trying to sneak up from behind. A quick melee with the rifle was enough to stun the general and disable the armor's shielding. Acting quickly Spartan-B312 pulled out his pistol and executed the alien officer with a single shot to the head.
However, one of the zealot-class elites seized the opportunity to rush over and knock the Spartan to the ground. It activated a wrist-mounted plasma dagger in hopes of stabbing the downed super solider to gain the glory of killing a demon. Fortunately, six managed to push the alien away from him with a single kick. But it did little good as three more elites came charging to aid their comrade.
The last thing that Noble six saw before everything went to black was a crimson-armored Zealot with a scar over its left milk-white colored eye.
Wake Up, Spartan-B312! Noble Six, I need you to wake up at this very moment!" A familiar female voice ordered from beyond the darkness.
At a very slow pace, the darkness started to turn into a very bright light that irritated noble six's eyes. In a feeble attempt to block it out, six covered the light-sensitive organs with his right hand to allow them to adjust. Once his eyes had properly adjusted, the Spartan noticed that he was lying on a bed inside of a room that looked like a doctor's office.
"Good, you're finally awake." The voice spoke from nearby.
Noble Six sat up and saw a person that he hadn't been expecting.
"Doctor Halsey? Where the hell are we? And more importantly, what the hell am I doing here?" He asked in confusion as the creator of the Spartan-IIs started walking towards him.
The last time that he saw the old woman was during the fall of Reach, where she was being escorted to safety by Jun-A226. That's when he took notice of the fact that the good doctor had aged considerably for some unknown reason.
"We are currently in a very special Forerunner facility that is rumored to allow anybody too instantaneously to the planets that were a part of the Forerunner's vast empire. But at the moment, I need you to follow me into the next room in order to get you outfitted." Halsey spoke as she started walking over the room's only exit.
The doctor's response left the hyper-lethal assassin with a lot more questions than answers. He didn't know what was going on at the moment, but he firmly believed that Doctor Halsey would be able to provide the answers to the questions that he had.
"Doc, the last thing that I remember is me being stabbed in the chest by a zealot-class elite with a plasma dagger and...died" Six started to say before he recalled what had happened on Reach.
That's when the Spartan noticed a mirror that was hanging on the wall and noticed that his physical appearance had greatly changed from the last time that he looked at himself. Six look in shock as a seventeen-year-old version of him stared back.
"You did die on Reach, Spartan-B312. However, I managed to successfully bring you back to the land of the living after several years of painstaking labor. Now hurry up and get in here, the ONI wetwork unit has sent to eliminate us is almost here." Halsey spoke as she called out to the distracted super soldier.
At hearing that the Office of Naval Intelligence had sent a wetwork unit after the good doctor, six snapped out of his stupor. He had crossed paths with the black ops unit on several assignments in the past and it always ended with a brief firefight. They were a bunch of trigger-happy psychopaths that were given permission by the government to temporarily indulge themselves in their bloodlust.
"Doctor, what the hell did you do to piss off the Admiral?" Six asked as he entered the room to find that Halsey was typing something into a computer.
Granted, it didn't take much to anger Admiral Parangosky as the head of naval intelligence had a greatly overinflated sense of ego. However, she was probably the most powerful person in the entirety of human space with the notable exception of Admiral Hood.
"Well, Admiral Parangosky has recently retired and her replacement decided to have me killed over a rather trivial matter. Regardless of the fact that I have proven my loyalty to the UNSC on numerous occasions, I've been labeled a traitor to humanity." Halsey exclaimed as the parts to an unfamiliar style of MJOLNIR armor were lowered for attachment to Six's bodysuit.
Acting on programmed instincts, the Spartan-III raised his arms to a thirty degree angle to allow the armor to be attached. The process was a lot faster than what six was familiar with as it only took a few minutes for the process to be completed.
"Now then, the armor that you're wearing is the Air Assault variant of the MJOLNIR (GEN2) Powered Assault Armor. After reading over your service record, I've installed the active camouflage program into the armor and attached a M32 combat knife to the upper-left portion of the chest armor." The aged doctor summarized to the best of her ability with the limited time that was available.
Six briefly glanced over his armor as he noticed several changes from the previous ones that he had worn. For one, this model was significantly lighter than the baseline Mark V armor that he had worn on Reach. While a normal person wouldn't be able to tell the difference in weight, a properly-trained Spartan could notice it in a heartbeat.
"Doc, why did ONI label you as a traitor for actions that they authorized?" Six asked as he stepped off of the machine that had attached the armor to his bodysuit.
Doctor Halsey let out a disappointed sigh at the sheer naivety of the Spartan-III was showing at the moment. However, she couldn't blame him for asking such a question as he'd been dead for several years and wasn't familiar with backroom politics that dominated ONI.
"They needed a convenient scapegoat to avoid punishment for the countless atrocious actions that they had committed during the war. Unfortunately, the underhanded methods that I used to acquire the candidates for the Spartan-II program has come back to haunt me." She explained as Six remembered a conversation that he had with Commander Kurt-051 about the preceding Spartan program.
While he had been appalled at hearing that the Spartan-IIs had been covertly switched with faulty flash clones, he understood the reasoning behind the action. In terms of logic, the lives of the many will always outweigh the rights of the few.
"But that's enough about that, six. We need to get you out of here before ONI's team discovers that you've been brought back from the dead." Halsey commented as she pushed him through a door that led to a large chamber.
After being lead to the center of the chamber, Halsey presented two weapons that he had used for covert operations during his time as a Spartan headhunter. The first weapon was the M392 Designated Marksmen rifle that was preferred weapon of choice for rifle's squad pointman. Next was the M6D Pistol that was the standard-issue sidearm of the UNSC. Both weapons happen to be his preferred tools of the trade. While Spartans and ODSTs were trained to use all of the weapons in the UNSC's arsenal, each one of them had a personal preference towards certain firearms.
"Thanks…." Six started to say before a loud explosion violently rocked the facility.
Doctor Halsey's eyes widened at the realization that the ONI wetwork team had decided to blast through anything that got in their way. She started typing in a command code that would hopefully take the hyper-lethal assassin to a planet that was far away from Captain Osman's corrupting influence. She owed him that much for delivering Cortana to Jacob and the Pillar of Autumn.
"No Spartan, It is I that should be thanking you for protecting humanity." She spoke before activating the portal to teleport Noble Six away from UNSC-controlled space.
The last thing that Spartan-B312 saw before he was blinded by a bright light was the chamber doorway imploding and several ONI agents bursting into the room. All of them were wearing armor that was similar to the MJOLNIR armor that he was wearing.
Professor Ozpin was quietly sitting in his office and enjoying a nice cup of tea before the start of the school year. While he allowed Glynda Goodwitch to deal with the students, he handled things that ensured Beacon's maintained its limited freedom from the Vale Council's manipulations. It was a very tiring thing to do as the politicians tended to focus on matters that were extremely small and insignificant in the larger scheme of things.
"The next four years are going to be interesting with the daughter of Summer Rose attending Beacon Academy." The white-haired man mused to himself as he swiveled his office chair around to face the emerald forest that surrounded the school.
Despite the forest's serene appearance, it was the natural habitat of the only things that could prey upon humanity. For centuries, the Grimm had constantly prevented humans and faunas from expanding the four kingdoms in order to accommodate a rapidly growing population. The only means of defense against the foul creatures was hunters and huntresses that were trained in numerous academies like Beacon that were located across the world.
"We need to figure out a way to increase the academy's graduation rate without lowering the quality of hunters and huntresses. Perhaps if we were to….that the bloody hell is that thing?" Ozpin thought to himself before noticing object falling from the sky.
It wasn't a shooting star as the object was moving at a slower speed than a meteor would be going as it entered the atmosphere. And it certainly wasn't a Nevermore as most of the avian Grimms in the region were at least the size of a bus. As it got closer, the object's shape began to become more humanoid in appearance.
"What is that strange object that was falling from the sky?" the white-haired man asked to himself.
Before the headmaster could ponder about the question, the object suddenly crashed through the office window and slid all the way to the other side of the room. Ignoring the ruined floor, Ozpin took note that the object was a heavily-armored human with a pair of guns that were somehow attached to them.
"Ow." a male voice emanating from within the armor managed to say in a weak and feeble manner.
Okay, the first chapter to my Halo/RWBY crossover story. Now then, the romantic pairing is going to between Spartan-B312 and Pyrrha Nikos as I think it's appropriate for several reasons that'll be revealed in future chapters. Don't worry, the UNSC and several familiar characters are going to be making an appearance. Also, this chapter is set about six months before the events depicted in Halo 4's main campaign.
With that being said, please leave a review with your thoughts on the chapter.