So yeah there's that. So this past christmas, i got two awesome games. Halo MCC, and Titanfall. So after putting in about 100+ combined hours on both games. I went on FF to see if they had any good crossovers, i made a horrifying discovery.
There is only ONE HaloxTitanfall crossover, as of writing this A.N. That is a problem that needs to be rectified, Now.
So without any further adieu i give you: Spartanfall.
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Joshua grishauwn was a trooper in service to the Militia. He had been on the surface of Harvest for 2 weeks now, and he had been fighting for his life since then.
It had started about two days into their initial occupation, Harvest was a backwater colony on the ass-end of IMC space. They hadn't expected any major trouble.
And then the carrier in geosync orbit went dark.
At first they assumed it was just a solar storm interfering with comms. And that they would just have to wait it out. But after three days of zero contact from the carrier, the militia forces on the ground had assumed the worst; that the carrier had been destroyed. And that the IMC ship responsible was already on its way. They had fortified as best they could, But nothing could have prepared them for what came next.
They first attacked in the dark, their odd drop-ships howling into the middle of the town. Off-loading about two hundred troops in all before flying off again, when a squad of cautious Militia-men were sent out to tentatively greet them. The aliens, whatever it is that they were, gunned them down without warning or mercy. Their strange weapons flinging out arcs of green light that scythed down the small squad. They died screaming, and more followed thereafter.
The little ones, which the men had taken to jokingly calling 'grunts', weren't much of a threat individually but they were a menace in large groups, and there were a lot of them. Then there were jackals, they were taller than the grunts. Faster and smarter too. And they were deadly accurate shots, it took a crack shot to deal with them too, thanks to the strange glowing shields they all seemed to have. The biggest of them all, and undoubtedly the most terrifying. Were the saurian behemoths that the troops had dubbed; Elites. They were enormous beasts, and they were excellent fighters. Able to slaughter an entire platoon of infantry before their personal energy shields even flickered. Their tech was nothing to sneeze at either, the big ones had the aforementioned personal energy shields. Not to mention active-camo that put the best stuff the Militia had to shame.
This fact made itself apparent to Joshua as he and the rest of his squad took up positions in a bombed out housing complex, he wondered briefly if he would be able to tell if one of them was right next him.
Judging by what he had seen of his fellows remains; provided that there were remains to find. He very sincerely hoped so.
His in-helmet comm crackled with momentary white noise as the squad leader, a grizzled old hardass named Stacker. Whispered into his mouthpiece, his voice barely audible above the pounding of the rain on the sheet metal roofs.
"Grishauwn, there's an elite call it, 30 meters distant? You got eyes on?"
He sighted in his longbow, thumbing the safety into the off position as he took careful stock of his targets, carefully adjusting for humidity and wind speed as he gave his reply.
"Roger sarge, i count one elite. Plus five no- six of the little ones."
He adjusted his aim slightly, so that his crosshairs rested comfortably centered on the saurian alien's forehead. "Want me to deal with the split jaw first sir?"
Stacker took a moment to reply.
"Affirmative, execute on my mark. Hard copy?"
Joshua smirked in spite of himself as his index finger carefully caressed the cool metal of the snipers trigger, ready to be pulled at the slightest word from Sergeant Stacker. Here on this dark rainy night, in this bombed out hole of a building. He sat, in his element. He would gladly ignore the pervasive sense of fear that had settled on all of them. As long as he could simply lay here, in the rain and the mud. Being the hunter, rather than the hunted. And then Stacker said the magic word;
"3...2...1 Execute."
Joshua counted the instances between the beats of his heart. And then he pulled the trigger. The rifle went off with a resounding bang. The echoes bouncing off the walls. The armor piercing round traveling at speeds so fast it needed binoculars to see the sound barrier quite a long way back behind it.
The round impacted with enough force to punch through titanium armor plating. Reducing the elites head into what could best be described as paste. Gobs of purple blood, shards of skull. And bits of grey matter, splattered onto the wall directly behind the erstwhile elite and current cadaver. The newly created corpse tottered on its feet momentarily. Before it slumped over, falling into the mud as the rest of its blood gushed out. Coloring it purple.
All of this happened in just under a fraction of a second.
Joshua exhaled gustily, grinning as the grunts processed what had just happened to their leader. Once they had, they began to panic. That took about ten seconds, it was ten seconds they no longer had. The squad exploded from cover, pumping lead into the squad of diminutive aliens. Their shrieks of pain were abruptly cut off as the men advanced and use their knives to finish the job.
Joshua dropped from his position, slinging his rifle onto his back, they had work to do
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This was something i wrote as a bit of a test. For the reasons listed above, if you like it then sing out and tell me. Though it will still be secondary to Sage Effect.
Standby for Titanfall
Midnight
P.S Is anyone interested in playing Titanfall with me?