This is more of a pilot for my newest story. Based in the world of Halo, the greatest sci-fi characters come together to stop the rise of the Promethean Knights, a combined group of the characters' enemies. This is a crossover of some of the greatest video game characters ever created.

This first chapter will introduce the Halo characters and some Titanfall characters.

Please review and enjoy.

I do not own anything from any of the games but I do own my original contain.

Chapter One: Prologue

On the Main Bridge

Of the UNSC Infinity

In the Milky Way Galaxy HU

"Admiral Lasky," the crewman's voice torn Admiral Thomas Lasky's head out of space and back into the bridge, "We are receiving a S.O.S. from an unauthorized ship. None of its readings match ours in anyway."

"Is it audio?" he asked the man from his chair.

"I think so. I'm getting a lot of interference." He said.

"Roland," the admiral looked to the silver pedestal to his right, "give it a try."

The avatar of the Infinity's AI, Roland, appeared in his WWII-era flight suit and helmet, "Already on it, sir, patching you through now."

"This is Vice Admiral Marcus Graves of the M-COR Birmingham. We are running on fumes and need emergency pick up. We are currently adrift in unknown space." The deep voice bellowed over the intercom of the bridge. Roland stated it was a loop but he can triangulate the signal in a few moments.

"Do it. Whoever this Graves fellow is, he speaks English. That makes him most likely human." Lasky stated, "Have emergency crews on standby. They might have injured or worst."

"Yes, sir." Roland saluted, "Shall I set a course?"

Lasky nodded and the AI disappeared to perform his other duties. The deck crew shot their fingers around their keyboards and terminals as they calculated the slipspace jump they would need to reach the Birmingham. Once everything was in order, a purple wormhole appeared before them and the Infinity shot inside.

On the Secondary Bridge

Of the M-COR Birmingham

In Unknown Space

Vice Admiral Graves thumbs his fingers on the arm of the chair. He was tired from not sleeping and working triple shifts just to keep his ship moving. They had moved all power to the engines, including the lights. The only light source was the red hue of the emergency lights.

His deck crew was very limited. Most of them were killed when they destroyed the IMC Spectre base six months ago. Being stranded out in the middle of unknown space, there wasn't much room for recruitment.

Besides, he wasn't really the most liked person on the Birmingham.

Seven months ago, he held his rank for the Interstellar Manufacturing Company, the IMC. The IMC was a private company that created many weapon systems for the military. Only those out in the Frontier knew that they had been creating their own private army underneath the nose of the very government that was funding it. The Birmingham had been one his gifts to his new cause.

He deflected from the IMC afterwards, joining the group known as the Militia. The Militia was former IMC members that rose up to fight back against its private army. The Militia only recently gained some victories over the IMC by destroying their refueling base on Demeter, stopping any reinforcements from reaching them out in the Frontier, and Graves more recent attack on their Spectre base, putting an end to their robotic army.

The only problem with destroying the only refueling base they knew of was that it left them without fuel as well. Ever since the Spectre base mission, Graves and his flagship sailed through spacing, attempting to find a home. So far they hadn't found one.

"Marcus," he finally heard the female's voice calling him. He looked up to see the dark ponytailed girl looking at him, "it has been six months. We are running dangerously low on fuel and food. The men are getting restless and scared."

"I know, Sarah." He grunted, "Anything from the transponder?"

"Lost its signal a day ago." She responded. Technically, Sarah shouldn't even be on the bridge. She isn't a deck officer but she had proved herself more than once before. Graves moving her up was one of the first things he did when he took over.

"Dammit." He muttered, "Any more bad news?"

She looked at her terminal. The screen was dimmed to nearly black, leaving Graves wondering how she even could read anything on it. She went to open her mouth to say something but her facial structure changed like she was studying for a very hard math test. She was mumbling to herself and Graves swore he heard, "That can't be right."

"What's going on, Lieutenant." He gave her the rank. He read her file when he was with IMC. He knew how dangerous she was and how good she was at her job.

"It's probably nothing but I'm getting all sort of strange reading coming from directly in front of us." She was thumbing through more screens and, looking around, Graves could see that the other five deck crewmen were getting the same thing, "Sir, we need to stop the ship."

"What's going on, Sarah." He used her first name, her only name, to get her attention away from the screen.

"I don't know but something is coming our way and it's a big one."

Graves keyed the transponder on his chair, "Engineering, stop this ship, now."

"What's going on, Admiral?" A deep voice called up through the speaker.

"I don't know. Just do it." Was his answer. He felt a slight shift in the ship's slow movement as it came to a slow stop, "What do we got here?"

"A large energy signal coming from out of system but it's moving towards us at an increasingly fast pace." Sarah stated.

Before Graves could answer, a purple wormhole opened directly in front of the Birmingham. He stood up and stared at the video screen. Sarah increased the power slightly so they could actually see the image. At first, nothing happened. Just the purple hole in space, floating in front of their ship.

The next movement was one of Graves's scariest moments of his life.

Shooting out of the hole like a runaway train, a massive ship, three times the size of the Birmingham, appeared before them. The giant ship was coming right for them. With all their systems offline, the Birmingham wouldn't be able to make any evasive maneuvers. The monster ship was going to kill them all.

But at the last moment, the new ship curved itself around the Birmingham. It passed over them by several meters, mere inches in space logic. As the ship came to a stop, Graves let out the breath he been holding for the pass several seconds. He heard the same sound coming from everyone on deck.

"Lieutenant," he looked at Sarah, "What the hell is that?"

On the Main Bridge

Of the UNSC Infinity

In the Milky Way Galaxy HU

"What the hell is that?" Lasky stated as the ship came to a stop over it. The ship marked as the Birmingham on the side was three times smaller than the Infinity with orange stripes in several locations throughout the hull. The front of the ship was thin and narrow and looked similar to a UNSC MAC cannon but the back of the ship was larger with four engine coils pointing back. Lasky knew that he was looking at something very different than any ship that he had seen before.

Roland appeared next to him to answer the question, "This is the M-COR Birmingham, apparently. Besides that, I have no further answers for you, sir."

"Thanks, Roland." Lasky said as the Smart AI disappeared back into the ship's systems, "Comms, can we raise them?"

"I'm trying, sir." A female crewman yelled from across the bridge.

"Try harder." Lasky barked.

A few moments ticked by, "Admiral, I got Vice Admiral Marcus Graves on the line."

Lasky turned and nodded at her, "Patch him through."

Please tell what you think. If you think I can approve anything or take something out, let me know. Also, if you have any characters that you would like to see in the Halo Universe I would like to hear them. I will try my best to piece them into the storyline.

Thank you for reading.