Hey! I don't own the Halo series, TLoS series, or the characters that was created by some person who created the comic involving this story. I just make the story as I go. (That goes for the A.I.) Yeah, it's a bit short but this is my first story. Give me a break!

CHAPTER 1

"Status report! Where the hell are we, Lieutenant Hugh?" Commander "Anders" Andrew barked. He was at the Captain's Office of the Heart of Vengeance. He and Kilosomee, the Covenant Elite Shipmaster of the recently rebuilt Ascendant Justice, had been patrolling near the first Halo ring near the giant gas planet, Threshold, when a wormhole, not a slipspace because the journey to wherever the hell they are, was not pitch-black like slipspace journeys he'd been on. They were now orbiting a fertile planet that had some resemblance to Earth. The probes and scouts that were sent reported that the planet was full of life and was habitable, if only they saw inhabitants.

"Don't know, sir." Lieutenant Hugh replied. "The only contact we can make is with Ascendant Justice."

'Either we're lost somewhere deep in the universe or, God pray that I'm wrong, we've traveled to another realm,' thought Commander Anders. A Com-link alarm went up and Kilosomee appeared on the screen.

"Well, what do you think? We're outta Com range with HighCom or anything to Com to but each other." Anders asked.

"I wouldn't know the answer." Kilosomee replied, his jaws parting as he talked, "Great Beings know where we are, and every plot course in our ships have no record of this planet."

"Ours just as empty."

"Hmm," Kilosomee mused. The two made good friends after all the lying and treacherous Prophets of High Charity were killed and the human race and the Covenant made peace with each other, grudges and hatred since the death of Harvest aside, the peace went quite well. Civil wars would be a constant thing since both races were restless.

"Sir!" Lieutenant Cody cried, "We have contacts on the planet… Sir, I think you need to see this and tell me I'm not insane." The probe vids appeared on the screen to Commander Anders, who forwarded it to Shipmaster Kilosomee.

There on the center, was a creature. It, which made Anders rub his eyes and looked twice, was a dragon. It was black and had purple wing colors. It had a spiked choker on its throat, a scimitar-like tail and was carrying a dead animal.

"Tell me you're seeing this, Kilosomee. I think I'm dreaming." Anders muttered.

"No, I'm seeing this, but I never believed it was possible. Didn't you say that dragons were dead in those medieval times?"

"Yeah… Yeah they were, there were extensive searching at Earth from the highest mountain to the deepest ocean, and no proof that dragons existed anymore."

"Then why do we all see a dragon in our probes?" Kilosomee asked. Anders then said, "Kakashi? Analyze that picture.

"Working, sir." A.I Kakashi appeared and replied. Kakashi was just like the old Naruto vids and manga was back in Anders' younger years. White-haired, a mask covering nearly his entire face except his eyes. He was in a suit that held small places for shurikens and kunai. He was a navigation, War Spec, and infiltrator A.I who had some training like the legendary Cortana had.

"Analysis complete. Sir, you are looking at a dragonelle that is not machinery of any kind. This dragonelle appears to be hunting and returning to her home." Kakashi reported. Anders didn't even blink, it was one obvious fact that the dragonelle wasn't machinery, but it was curious to see a dragonelle. They all watched the dragonelle fly and land on a cliff where a cave was there. She looked like she was talking somehow beneath all that fuzz from that sheep. Then five small hatchlings and another dragon appeared and welcomed the dragonelle. The dragon was purple all about the body except his horns, and tail, which were very light brown and were spiraled. That was a surprise to Anders. For all he knew, it was the dragons that hunted and provided food to the hatchlings and the dragonelle, not the other way around.

'Then again,' Anders mused, 'all the rules and protocols about what's going on went out the windows the moment we came out of that wormhole.' He looked at Kilosomee and said, "What do you say we make camp down there and gather some Intel? This would be very interesting for both governments." Kilosomee then replied, "Sure, as long as you can keep up or you're going to miss a lot of information." The Com died.

"Lieutenant Leven, sound the alarm for the scouts and Intel, I want some feedback. Make the rules clear, Intel ONLY. No engaging the natives whatsoever!"

"Sir! Yes, sir!" The Lieutenant replied, he keyed a button and a small alarm went off.

"Now," Commander Anders said to himself, studying the vid from the probe intently, "Let's see what this planet can give…" He looked away at the window nearby and watched two dropships from each frigates descend upon the atmosphere.