Dimensional Warriors Collide

Disclaimer: I don't own Halo or Pokemon. I wish I did, but I don't. Microsoft owns Halo, and Nintendo, Game Freak and its affiliates own Pokemon.

Description: Sequel to The Passage of Time. Scott meets the Master Chief, John-117 in a clash that will test skills and endurance while they fight the Covenant together.

Rating: M

Chapter One: Palkia

"Target down, I repeat, target down. You are cleared to move up."

It's been about two and a half years since the mission where I had to fix the Time Flow. A lot of different events have happened in that time. Golduck passed away after a botched mission got her fatally wounded by an enemy. We replaced her – or tried to – with our new unit member, Dragonite. She's very effective in taking out whoever tries to hurt us. In fact, she's like Gardevoir, but less affectionate towards me.

"Hey Spartan, we need an update to who's behind this door. Thermals reading anything?"

Spartan. My own codename ever since me and my Pokemon joined the Black Ops for the military. We took care of international and local terrorist attacks. The 'terrorists' are the remnants of Teams Rocket and Galactic. Teams Magma and Aqua have both disbanded with promises to revert back to normal trainers.

"You got a dozen armed people in there. Should I take them out?"

"You think your 50 .cal bullet can penetrate that far into the building?"

"I wouldn't ask if I wasn't positive."

"Take out half, leave the rest to us."

"Firing in 5 seconds."

As soon as I had acquired the first target, I fired. The 50 .cal AP projectile flew through the 6-inch thick concrete wall and took out the target. Five rounds later, I reported back.

"Half of the enemy tangos are down. Proceed to interior."

As I looked through my scope, I saw several new heat signatures burst into the room I was targeting. One by one, the remaining targets fell, only leaving the entry group.

"Room clear, proceeding to next target." I heard over the radio.

"Spartan, we got a hostage situation in this room, can you get a clear shot at the enemy?"

"Negative. Moving to a better position," I replied.

It was about 2 weeks from the final showdown with the leaders of Teams Rocket, Aqua, Magma and Galactic when the Black Ops recruiter showed up at my front door. He asked if I was responsible for taking them out, I told him I was, and the next thing I knew, I was drafted into the army. Sure, it wasn't bad, but having to become a sniper where you could practically get personal with the enemy your trying to kill gets a little unnerving for a while.

"Found the target. Should I fire?"

"Wait until you get a clear shot Spartan, we don't want a civilian death on our records."

"Roger that." To be honest, it was very hard to get a clear shot. The thermal imaging showed the target and the civilian as two blobs of heat. I tried to figure out who was who before I fired. "Which one is the target?"

"Target is holding the civilian off to his right. Fire when ready."

I slowly aimed at the target, hoping I would get a headshot before the target could get a chance to do something stupid. As what appeared to be the head filled my sights, I pulled the trigger.

Later on, I was being congratulated on yet another successful mission. No squad deaths, no civilian casualties. I was starting to get tired of all the congratulations just because I killed again. At least when I operated alone back when I was doing the mission for Dialga it never really had to get personal; except when I had to kill that King from Thunder Kingdom.

As I trudged away from the celebration, I heard a voice.

"Scott, you're back! How are you? Are you hurt?"

"Gardevoir, you know that I'm only a sniper. I can never get hurt from so far away. As for how I'm feeling? Well, I'm a little tired from all the commotion and the congratulations for killing yet more people," I sighed. Always the same Gardevoir, worrisome and ever caring. Not that I could blame her. I've almost been killed once in the past by three assassins and have actually been killed by a Tyranitar before being brought back to life by Arceus itself.

I think she sensed my emotions and noticed my facial expressions, for she said, "I'm sorry Scott. I know that this is a hard time for you and all. I thought I could help you ease your pain."

I smiled. "Thanks Gardevoir. By the way, where is everyone?"

"Lucario is inside, helping me prepare dinner for all of us; Infernape and Dragonite are sparring in the forest; Luxray and Staraptor are just having a talk in the back."

"All right, I'll go and call them back for dinner."

As I passed her, she kissed me. I kissed back, not wanting to worry her some more. I found Infernape and Dragonite sparring in the forest, trading physical and special attacks.

"All right guys, that's enough for today."

"Hey, it's Scott!"

"How are you?"

"I'm fine. Today was a real beat-up. Only used one clip of ammo. How long have you two been sparring?"

"About five hours," Dragonite replied.

"Wow. Well, I think both of you deserve a rest. Gardevoir and Lucario are prepping dinner for us, so head back to the tent. I'll find Staraptor and Luxray."

"See you back at the tent," Infernape said.

I searched for about 15 minutes until I found Staraptor and Luxray flying and walking by a lake.

"Hey you two, dinner's ready, head back to the tent."

They looked up and seemed pleased to see me.

"Scott, we were worried."

"Speak for yourself Staraptor, I was just waiting for him to get back."

I laughed. After about ten years together, we had all become closer to each other than before, especially after Dialga's mission.

"Well," I began, "we better not keep the gang waiting for us. I bet their stomachs are growling, and I don't think it's just because of hunger," I joked.

When we entered the tent back at the encampment, the rest of my team greeted us.

"'Bout time you guys made it back!"

"Infernape!"

"Sorry, but I'm hungry."

"You're always hungry!"

"Only after training!"

"Which is everyday…"

"Enough you guys, Scott's back from his mission today and we are all hungry, it's not just you Infernape."

"Thank you Lucario," I said.

"It's no matter," he replied. Even after ten years, Lucario still hasn't lost his seriousness about anything. It's a nice opposite to everyone else's humourous approach to things. I guess they're just trying to lighten up the mood I seem to always be in.

Just as we finished off our dinner, we heard a voice.

"Scott. It is time for your next mission."

"Who's there?"

"You have forgotten my voice already? After all, I brought you back to life."

"Arceus?"

"Indeed. It is nice to see all of you in good health – with the exception of your old friend."

"Don't remind us, please."

"I won't. I'm just here to give you a few days warning about your next mission. A Pokemon by the name of Palkia will transport you to a different dimension. It seems as though the humans of that dimension are having trouble with a war that they did not start."

"Wait, you said the humans are having trouble in a war? Against who? Pokemon?"

"Pokemon do not exist in their dimension. However, they possess interstellar travel and are facing off against alien foes."

"This should be interesting. We should get prepared for this. I'll see if I can 'borrow' some prototype weapons from the armoury. The rest of you should spar with each other to get your attacks back up to snuff."

That night, I snuck over to the battalion's armoury and took a modified ArmaLite Model 15 (AR-15) that uses 50 .cal bullets instead of the standard 5.56mm rounds. I had long ago discarded my old M4 as it was starting to misfire during practice tests. I had instead gravitated towards the ArmaLite models for their better accuracy and firepower. I also took a M32 Multiple Grenade Launcher (MGL) and loaded it with HE and Frag grenades and took several more along with a half-dozen smoke and flash grenade varients.

As I was about to exit, I noticed a matte-black bar. This must've been the prototype of the new Riot Shield that was supposed to come out in a few months' time. They called it the Ballistic Riot Energy Shield (BRES), and it was supposed to be more powerful than the stock Riot Shields – after I had told them that the maximum strength of the original was about 3-4 Hyper Beams, Silph Co. had rushed to have it improved and strengthened. It looked like the original Riot Shield too, so I took it.

Back at the tent, we were getting final preperations ready for our trip to the different dimension. I had strapped myself with my trusted weapons, dual Desert Eagles, dual TMP's (I had replaced my Uzi's with them), the Barrett M107, the AA-12 I had bought long ago, as well as ten of my remaining Nova Grenades along with the MGL and AR-15.

"Are we ready?"

"Ready and waiting."

"Then let's do this."

"Palkia will transport you in the morning."

The next morning after we had breakfast, Palkia spoke to us.

"Scott and friends, are you ready to be transported to the alternate dimension?"

"We prepared last night Palkia. We're waiting for you."

"Very well. Prepare to transport!"

As Palkia said this, a dark void appeared and sucked us in, transporting us to the alternate dimension.

Continued in Chapter Two…

A/N: Scott gets called back into action by the legendary Pokemon of old after two and a half years of being in the army. What will await the group in the alternate dimension? More next chapter…

An additional note is that when Scott was drafted into the army, he was given ballistic armour similar to what SWAT uses. He also still carries his sword where ever he goes as a personal defense item – as opposed to guns. He does not use his cape anymore as the ballistic armour has its own heating/cooling system – as missions can take longer than stated, so the army ordered Silph Co. to integrate this technology into their armour.

- UBE Chief