Naruto: Spartan Chronicles

by SpartanPrime101

The Shinobi world has been plagued by centuries of warfare, with thousands of lives being lost for little to no real change or peace in sight...but what if another warrior were to arrive, and shake the world of the Ninja to its core: A Spartan veteran of one war for humanity's survival must now fight to save another from the clutches of the Akatsuki. SpartanXHarem.

1. Chapter 1

Naruto: Spartan Chronicles

What's up world? This is SpartanPrime101 bringing you yet another Crossover Fanfiction story. This time, and I'm certain that many of you will think "Oh come on! Another Naruto Crossover?", and yes, this is my first attempt of writing a Naruto-Halo fanfiction. This time, while Naruto will be the main character, my OC Spartan – the same one from my Sekirei Legends story – will also take on a key role in this story.

Just like in SL, my Spartan will be transported to another world by an unknown Forerunner mechanism, only this time something, or rather someone, will be directly responsible for this occurrence.

Fair warning, this will be a harem story like my SL fanfiction, so this may not be suitable for a younger audience.

I will be listing a few certain Shinobi women that I will match up with my Spartan down at the bottom of this chapter and will be listing possible options for future chapters.

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"Speaking"

'Thought'

'Past-tense'

"Radio/Comlink/Artificial Intelligence (AI) speech"

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My Spartan IV's (Spartan-208) Armor:

First Color: Blue

Second Color: Red

Helmet: Warrior

Visor: Recruit (Blue)

Chest: Mk VI

Shoulders: Ricochet

Legs: Prefect

Forearms: Prefect

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{Chapter 1: The Summoning)

Unknown Forerunner Shield Planet, Sigma Leo System

Early-Afternoon, May 15th, 2554

Spartan-208 Lieutenant Colonel 'Michael' gazed around the vast chamber as the gathered scientists and analysts moved and paced between the large pieces of equipment needed to monitor and analyse the still active Forerunner-built ruins.

Having only been discovered a few weeks before, the ruins were still undergoing observation while being excavated at the same time. As of yet only the South and Western portion of the chamber had been unearthed, while the remaining area was still buried in layers of stone and rubble. The only objects not having been uncovered from the ruins were the pieces of UNSC civilian/military mining equipment and several crates and storage boxes needed for storing any pieces of technology found throughout the ruins.

And the Spartan was currently holding a steady vigil next to one of the weaponry/ammunition canisters, ready to intercept any form of danger aimed towards the analysts and archaeologists around him.

Michael was the lone Spartan-IV Super-Soldier currently assigned to the UNSC Cruiser Vimy Ridge, one of the new Forerunner-tech upgradedships built in the months following the end of the Human Covenant War. Besides its purpose as an all-out warfare naval vessel, it was also designed to provide close range fire support for military and civilian operations – particularly the numerous excavations of Forerunner ruins and structures – throughout the Sigma Leo system.

Barely a month before, the Office of Naval Intelligence had reported the discovery of a new Forerunner Shield Planet, just on the outskirts of the Sigma Leo System. Eager to attain its technological secrets, a research team had recently been sent a week earlier under direct orders from ONI's top brass.

However, with the increase of Covenant-Loyalist activity in the surrounding systems during the last few months, the UNSC Admirals were anxious that an attack on said research operation was inevitable. As such, the Vimy Ridge was despatched to deliver supplies and provide close-range naval support for the excavation team.

And in addition to the lone Spartan super-soldier, the UNSC High Command had supplemented a platoon of UNSC Marines with a squad of sixteen M12 Warthogs, eight M808B Scorpion Main Battle Tanks and a flight of AH-14 Hornet gunships in the event of a Covenant Loyalist assault of the shield moon.

After confirming the absence of any potential threat to the scientists, Michael busied himself by inspecting his armor and equipment. Reaching up, he de-polarised and removed his Warrior-type helmet's visor, revealing to anyone who happened to be looking a Greek-Caucasian face with stark blue eyes, dirty brown hair and a light goatee, with a faded scar over his right eye. Said eyes examined his helmet's exterior for any sort of debris of damage said piece of armor may have received. Finding none he placed it back on his head and activated its heads-up display, checking to see if any of the sensors and electronics were in need of maintenance.

Once he was satisfied that his helmet's systems were functioning properly, he leaned over to inspect his blue Prefect style chest-plate armor, while examining his red-streaked Defender leg and wrist/shoulder armor in the process.

Like with his helmet, he checked that every piece was properly connected and functional; thankfully, after months of painstaking research and development, the new Mk–X armor had been designed so that he could easily dis/re-assemble it himself if the standard assembly equipment was unavailable. This feature came in handy whenever he was assigned to undercover observatory/recon missions behind enemy lines or while scoping out suspected insurgent hideouts.

Also, it would've been difficult to maintain a low profile in public while walking in a super-advanced suit of armor that matched the strength and power of a miniaturized tank.

In addition to his new armor, Michael was equipped with several prototype-gadgets that, even I the 26th Century, were heralded as tools out of science fiction. Some of the newest additions to his armor included the prototype Mk-XVB Molecular Distortion 'Phase-Shift'* Gauntlet currently attached to his right wrist; a new Plasma/Hard Light Hoplon Shield attached to his left arm; and an Omni-Purpose Nanotech Medical Monitor (OPNM) stored away in his personal storage knapsack attached to his waist.

Throughout the past year the UNSC had begun developing and experimenting with new Forerunner/Covenant-based tools and equipment for military-secret service agents – primarily the Spartan-IV and ONISPECOPS units – to test out in the field. Unfortunately, with the UNSC still recovering from its near ultimate defeat at the hands of the Covenant back in early 2553, these gadgets were few in between and only reserved for high ranking officers of the involved military divisions.

And as a veteran of the Gracemarian Insurrection Wars during the late 2540's/early 2550's, the Covenant invasion of Gracemaria in August, 2551, and a participant of the valiant defence of the Canadian-Pacific Coast during the Battle for Earth in November, 2552, Michael was one of those few to receive some of these gadgets.

Satisfied that his armor and equipment were in perfect order, he decided to inspect his weaponry ammunition; whenever going into an unknown landscape, his policy was to be ready for anything and not have to be, than not do so and pay the consequences.

First off was his special order Predator (PDR) skin MA5E Assault Rifle: Upgraded from the standard MA5C, the PDR was equipped with a new scoped targeting system, similar to those of the famed BR-55 Battle Rifle, allowing him for better long-range accuracy against moving targets. In addition, the PDR-AR weapon structure itself was lighter than the standard AR – despite using the same 32-round ammo clip as the latter – providing a better weight-to-firing ratio in combat.

Once his PDR-AR was secure on his back, he pulled forward his specialized issue PDR skin M45E Shotgun, loading six 8-Gauge shells and pumping the auto-reload mechanism. An upgraded version of the venerable M45 Shotgun from the Human-Covenant War, the M45E had been developed specifically for special-ops military personal, including the Orbital Drop Shock Troopers (ODST) Corps and the slowly emerging Spartan-IV program. The M45E was designed with a faster reload rate than the older models, and its barrel had been crafted for better accuracy at an additional three meter range against heavily armored targets. Along with an additional ten clips (60 shells) of ammunition stashed in his armors compartments on his shoulders, chest and waist, he was well prepared for a fierce close-in firefight.

Placing his Shotgun on his back with his PDR-AR, he checked his duo pair of M7 Sub-Machineguns attached on his thighs, both armed with full-and semi-automatic firing mechanisms depending on the combat situation. Returning the SMGs back on his thighs, he activated his twin wrist-plasma daggers, both retrieved from a Sangheili Zealot that had been defeated in battle by a Jiralhanae Chieftain a month before.

And speaking of which…

"Are you sure it's fine that I wield these in battle? Because like I said before, if me wielding these really does bother you I will gladly turn these over to you. Considering that you most likely have more experience with them than I do, after all" Michael stated, turning his attention to the small container to his right…

…where a large gold-and-red armored Sangheili Ultra was seated, its hands clutching what seemed to be an Earth based holopad, on which Michael could make out the image of the 20th Century novel The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien.

"And as I have stated before Michael, you earned the right to wield those weapons as a symbol of your honorable victory over that thrice damned Chieftain."

Said Ultra was in fact the Spartan's close friend and 'Blood-Brother' Joram A'llaem of the Nor'illema Warrior Clan of Sangheilios*. Along with Michael and the Marines, the Sangheili Special Ops Commander had been assigned to provide security for the assembled archaeologists, along with a detachment of his personal Nor'illema Elite Rangers from the Sangheili CSS Battlecruiser Reign of Eternal Justice. At the moment, the Eternal Justice was assisting the Reign of Hope in the routine patrol of the planet, ready to intercept any Loyalist vessel that attempted to assault the excavation sight.

When compared to one another, each was obviously quite different in terms of physical appearance, with Michael being an augmented-super soldier for humanity and Joram as among the highest ranked warriors in the Sangheili military.

Having fought alongside him during the final battles of the war onward, Michael had surprisingly developed a close bond of trust and friendship with the Elite Ultra – and vice versa –, with the latter volunteering to train him in the art of Sangheili swordsmanship and close-quarter-combat.

As it turned out, this relationship would serve them well in the months afterwards.

While the war between humanity and the Covenant had ended over a year ago, the relations between the Sangheili and the UNSC had developed a mutual respect for each other's prowess in combat. And despite lingering hostilities between the now allied forces, the new alliance was managing to stand strong between the two races; this was in spite of the attempts by ONI to further influence the outbreak of civil war between the Sangheili factions throughout the Elite-rule space territories.

This fragile alliance was put to the test in December, 2553, during a fierce naval engagement between a joint UNSC/Sangheili Separatist Task Force and a Jiralhanae Super Assault Carrier over one of the few surviving outer UNSC colonies. At first, the Loyalists held the advantage in numbers – outnumbering the Task Force by nearly five to one – and superior long-range firepower from their Battlecruisers and the Super Carrier.

However, during the final stage of the battle, a small group of Spartans and Sangheili warriors had managed to board the Assault Carrier and began a bloody fight throughout the ship's interior chambers towards the bridge.

Sadly, the Sangheili Head Zealot leading the assault was killed after being jumped by a huge Jiralhanae Chieftain and his entire body guard of twelve Brute Elites, taking ten of them to the grave in the process.

After dispatching the remaining two Brute Elites, Michael had challenged the Chieftain to one-on-one combat, claiming that the latter was no more than a cowardly dog, relying on sheer numbers and deception to save his own hide from becoming bloodied and torn in battle.

Enraged, the Chieftain accepted the Spartan's challenge, with the remaining assault force continuing towards the bridge.

Against this particular Chieftain – one of the few of its kind to attain the rank of Supreme Chieftain among the Jiralhanae ranks – even a Spartan II would've had a hard time matching the sheer strength and brutality demonstrated that day.

However, for reasons that could not be explained, Michael was able to match the Chieftain blow for blow, managing to cause the Brute not only to remain mostly on the defensive, but force him to give ground under the Spartan IV's attacks. In addition, whether it be from skill or sheer dumb luck, Michael was able to avoid receiving any serious injuries save for a shattered left arm and a deep scar over his right eye from a glancing blow from the Jiralhanae's Gravity Hammer.

In the end, it was the Chieftain's own arrogance that did him in, as at the last possible moment, Michael was able to get under the Brute's Gravity Hammer, using the fallen Head Zealot's wrist plasma gauntlets to slash through said Brute's arms, dissecting his Hammer wielding hand and stabbing the Chieftain straight through the head between the eyes.

It was from this victory, as well as his actions during the final push for the Carrier's bridge, that Michael had earned the title of 'Arch-Demon' by the Sangheili Navy and High Council – among the highest titles of honour and respect throughout the entire Sangheili military save for that presented towards the famed Master-Chief 117 himself – and had helped ensure the final victory for the UNSC/Sangheili Task Force that day.

De-activating the plasma daggers, Michael smirked as he turned to the two final weapons that he had at his disposal; both of which held a significant meaning for him and his sense of pride and honour as a Spartan warrior.

Activating the secret compartment on his right thigh, he pulled out the 'gift' presented to him by Joram during the final days of the Covenant invasion of his home planet of Gracemaria in 2551. Pressing the activation switch, the twin golden-rod Plasma Blades of his Nor'illema Type-1 Energy Sword sprang forth.

'I sure as Hell pity the dumb Bastard that decides to piss me off enough to use it.'

As he studied his prized possession, Michael thought back to when he had first met, and fought, the Commander of the Nor'illema Warrior Clan, who had become not only a trust-worthy ally,

Back in the summer of 2551, just a year after the unofficial forming of the new Spartan-IV program, the Covenant had launched a full-scale invasion of his home planet of Gracemaria, the utopian planet of the outer colonies throughout the Leo-Sigma System. As the major naval and army-based military colony in that system, Gracemaria's military prowess was often regarded as the smaller brother to that of Reach and Earth itself.

However, during the final battle for the besieged colony, the invading Covenant Armada had suffered a severe divide between the Warrior Clans, with those commanded by the Sangheili Shipmaster Allrem Za'omes and the Prophet of Harmony willingly sacrificing their fellow brothers for the sake of achieving ultimate victory.

As such, the Gracemarian military and the Sangheili of the Nor'illema Warrior Clan found themselves back-to-back fighting their newly shared adversaries. In addition, throughout this final conflict, a majority of the new Spartan-IV's and Nor'illema warriors – including Michael and Joram A'llaem – had found themselves having to fight alongside each other against the assaulting 'Loyalist' forces. For many it had been a stressful alliance, with neither willing to trust the other for long.

But for Michael and Joram, having both felt the shock and rage of betrayal by one of their own, they had become close allies and brothers in arms as a result of the conflict.

According to the estimates of the Gracemarian branch of the Office of Naval Intelligence in the early hours of the invasion – which had become steadily corrupted under the leadership of Col. Jocelyn S. Stauffer, the key representative for the now deceased Col. James Ackerson – the planet would last but two months at most until it too succumbed to the might of the Covenant.

However, to the shock of the UNSC High Command (and to the dismay of Jocelyn and Ackerson) the invasion was beaten off in just seven days of all-out combat after the initial landings.

Save for the first naval assault on Earth by the Covenant in late 2552, the Battle for Gracemaria was by far the first, and only, confirmed UNSC total victory against the Covenant in the Outer Colonies.

His moment of personal pride expended, Michael placed the Energy Sword back in the compartment, sealing said compartment shut before reaching over his right shoulder…

…and pulling out his personal Type-1 Hard Light-Plasma Energy Axe*: At nearly 2-feet long, the prototype Forerunner-based energy weapon represented a cross between the Viking stone/steel axe and the bronze sword used by the original Spartans at the Battle of Thermopylae. Activating it, Michael noted the golden-rod glow that emitted from the curved blades from either side of the shaft, and the wrist-shield that sprung from the handle around his fist and lower arm.

Despite its size, the Energy Axe was surprisingly light and easy to wield in close-range combat, allowing him to use little physical energy against multiple enemies. In addition, it had a self-recharging system which constantly recycled the plasma energy emitted from the blades while in use, allowing him to keep using it for longer periods of time than the famed Sangheili Energy Sword.

It was with this weapon that he had challenged and defeated the Jiralhanae Supreme Chieftain just months before.

To anyone else, it was overkill. To Michael, however, it was exactly what he needed to get the job done.

And having saved his ass more than once throughout his career as a Spartan, this sense of overkill was well worth its value.

Having finished inspecting his weaponry, the Spartan continued to watch the scientists continue their work to decipher the hieroglyphics flashing across the monitor screens. For a brief instant, his gaze towards a young analyst working at one of the main monitors near the center of the open chamber.

Said analyst was a young woman with short blond hair, Caucasian skin and light brown eyes, and appeared to be in her mid-twenties. On any other occasion, she would've been the subject of allure in the eyes of UNSC Marine Corps or Army Ranger recruits.

However, for Michael, her beauty did little more than bring up past memories of sorrow and lose...especially those concerning a now deceased childhood friend.

Shaking his head, he swiftly busied himself by returning to his vigil of the ongoing scientific activities around him.

Of course, his hesitation did not go unnoticed by the looming Ultra beside him, who easily noted the Spartan's sudden change in body posture and behavior. "You seem troubled, Arch-Demon."

Briefly glancing at the Elite, Michael hesitated again before speaking. "I'm fine, Joram; just…thinking of something. Nothing important."

This did little to convince the Sangheili warrior, as his gaze softened at his friend's stature. "You were not responsible for what happened that day, Michael." As he spoke, he rested his left four-fingered hand on the Spartan's shoulder. "If anything, you should be proud of what you had accomplished that day, along with your fellow warriors."

The Ultra's expression then hardened in distaste as he continued. "And do not forget, it was that accursed traitor's actions that killed your brethren; not yours!"

The Spartan's shoulders rose and lowered as he sighed at his comrades words. "I know, I know; it's just…I can't help but feel that…I should've been able to do something more. Something that could've prevented what happened that day…I don't know…just something."

"Do not worry, my friend; you did more than anyone else would have done, and then some. For now, we must move forward along the path that lays before us. And rest assured that we will make that witch pay for her crimes against you and your fallen comrades."

Looking up at the Ultra, Michael could almost see the fierce Sangheili's mandibles formed in his equivalent of fierce but supportive determination beneath his helmet.

"He's right you know, you really need to get out of this damn funk of yours."

The Spartan froze in surprise before relaxing with a light chuckle, a moment later reaching back and pulling a data chip from the back of his helmet. Holding the chip before him, he watched as a data-holographic figure sprung up before him, displaying a young dark-tan skinned, purple haired woman dressed in a ninja-style black sleeveless stealth outfit.

This was his new personal Smart Artificial Intelligence 04-0134-0162, call-sign 'Yoruichi', whom had been assigned to him shortly after his promotion to Lieutenant Colonel barely a year ago; yet they had already developed a unique bond as partners, comrades and, at Michael's insistence, family.

(Yes, I know she is a popular character from the Japanese manga-anime 'Bleach', so just shut up and enjoy the story.)

Yoruichi sighed in disbelief, "honestly, you call yourself a Spartan warrior, and yet you still tend to mope and woe like some heartbroken widow mourning her late husband. You're better than this, and you damn well know it just as we do. So buck up, build a bridge and get over it. Besides, what do you think Laura would say if she saw you like this?"

The Spartan couldn't help but feel a small smile form on his face at his friends' words; despite of a different culture and species, the Elite knew when and how to help calm emotions of ill displeasure, while Yoruichi could easily make anyone either smile at her sarcasm and wit, or chew them out with her fierce tongue whenever they did something reckless and/or stupid. But despite her harsh tone, it was easy to tell that she was equally concerned for her carrier as was the Ultra standing beside them.

"Thanks Joram, and you too Yoruichi; I really appreciate you two helping me out with this. And you're right, I wouldn't be much of a warrior if I keep letting my past blind me to those around me…especially when that includes you two" the young Spartan said to his comrades, who respectfully nodded his head and in supportive acknowledgement. Yoruichi simply gave a smirk and placed her hands on her hips in a 'damn right' posture.

"And in any case, you're right; I can't keep mourning for those who are gone and finally at peace" Michael muttered. "So, it's time to get back to work, and keep doing what us Spartan's do best: fight for humanity and kick ass while doing it!"

Yoruichi nodded in satisfaction, "now there's the Spartan I chose as my partner. I hope you don't start getting all depressed and moody on us again, otherwise I'll have to come out there and kick your ass myself."

Michael merely rolled his eyes as he placed the data-chip back into his helmet, returning his attention back to the surrounding chamber and its structures.

Little did he realize that, as fate would have it, the next few minutes would shape his future and that of others elsewhere now and forever – be it for the better or for worse.

"Dr. Xanthium; you'd better come over here. We have a situation."

Both the Spartan and the Ultra turned their attention towards the center of the chamber, where a pair of scientists were examining a large structure that was shaped into four pillars connected from the floor to the ceiling. Said pillars glowed from the blue plasma energy that powered the conduits throughout the chamber, slowly flickering on and off as it traveled through the extending energy veins in the walls and floor. At the central base of the structure was a bluish hard-light energy platform, similar to those found during the Battle of the Ark back in 2553.

At the moment, one of the scientists, DR. Daniel H.D. Richardson from Earth, was examining what appeared to be a hard-light control panel on the edge of said platform, possibly attempting to access any potential information contained within its databanks.

Having heard his colleague's shout, Dr. Theodore M. Xanthium – the head Archaeologist of the Colonial Archaeological Community (CAC) on Gracemaria – approached the central structure at which his attention had been directed.

"Talk to me, Richardson; what's happening?"

"We're picking up some weird energy readings on the spectrograph" Richardson read out the fluctuation bars displayed on the screen. "The energy output of this structure is fluctuating all over the scale, and is causing some sort of splash effect on the surrounding structures."

Xanthium frowned. "I thought we had disconnected the main power relay from the platform before we started examining the structure."

"We did sir" Richardson said worriedly. "But somehow the structure was able to turn itself back on. It's like this thing has some sort of artificial intelligence built into the system; every time we try to hack into the main data system, it seems to put up a series of firewalls that redirect us to another databank entirely."

Xanthium narrowed his brows in thought. "Can you isolate whatever is blocking us from the system?"

Richardson typed away at the data screen as he spoke. "I'm trying to, but for some reason it's not responding. And the power output just keeps on rising; nothing I do seems to even slow it down."

At that moment, a large burst of energy erupted across and between the pillars, causing both scientists to jump back in surprise as they watched the energy flow between the plasma platform and the surrounding structures.

And they weren't the only ones as throughout the chamber everyone had stopped mid-way through their assigned tasks as they watched the golden-rod energy pulse around and across the equipment in the chamber, wondering whether they should be amazed or worried of what they were witnessing.

This included a certain Spartan and his Sangheili comrade who had reached for their weapons should the energy pulse awaken something that would most definitely be considered as dangerous.

Something such as…a potential outbreak of a certain not-so extinct parasitic life form from a by-gone era. Or barring that, the arrival of a prowling Jiralhanae Battle Fleet on the hunt for isolated human-Sangheili excavation operation far from any heavy escort.

"Yoruichi…"

"I'm picking up power fluctuations throughout the chamber, definitely originating from those pillars" the AI's voice came through his helmet, "It's similar to what happened with those ruins on Gracemaria during the early 2540's."

"Can you determine the source of the fluctuations?"

"Trying to big guy, but whatever's doing this is unlike anything ever encountered before. It's possible that-" Yoruichi's voice then turned anxious, "Head's up, massive energy surge, top of the pillars."

Turning his gaze up towards the now glowing pillars, the Spartan caught sight of what seemed to be a hard light energy barrier stabilizing at the center of said pillars. His first thought was how it was similar to the teleportation devices created and wielded by the Covenant during the war.

His second thought was how it was steadily expanding to match the perimeter of the platform that the two scientists were currently examining.

…and how said scientists, having returned to the monitor screen, were still attempting to halt the process even when their lives were now in potential jeopardy.

It was at that precise moment that three things occurred at the same time: The now fully charged light-barrier raced down in a bright flash of energy towards the two scientists…

…just as Michael leaped forward – causing the Ultra Elite beside him to wort in surprise at his actions – and shoved said scientists out of the barrier's path…

…before the barrier closed down around him in a bright flash of light, causing the two archaeologists to raise their arms in an attempt to shield their eyes from the flash.

"ARCH-DEMON/MICHAEL!"

The Ultra's and the AI's warning came too late, however, as the light shield began to flicker and flash with pure energy. Soon the pillar began vibrating as bursts of energy shot out across the chamber, catching a large storage/ammo crate and a weapons rack and pulling them towards the platform. Scrambling to his feet, the Spartan twisted his head around the shield as the flashing increased, creating a loud whine that echoed throughout the entire chamber. He quickly avoided the crate and weapons rack as they collided and crashed to the platform beside him.

It was then that he looked up at the towering pillars, where the gathered energy was forming into a large sphere of pure energy, and was steadily growing larger by the second until it matched the width of the energy platform beneath him.

Having witnessed enough plasma energy weapons and technology before, he knew exactly what was about to happen.

He had just enough time to mutter a heart filled "Ah, son of a…"

…before the energy sphere dropped down upon him like a tidal wave of light and energy. Upon impacting the energy platform, the energy sphere dispersed in a bright flash of light throughout the chamber, with the same blinding power of the Little Boy Atomic Bomb that had annihilated Hiroshima in 1945. While in itself non-deadly to the surrounding archaeologists and Sangheili warriors, it was enough to force them to raise their arms and/or tools to try and diminish the blinding energy before them.

After a few more seconds, the light and blaring whine of the energy vanished as quickly as it had appeared, allowing the gathered scientists, Marines and Sangheili warriors to return their gazes towards the platform.

Save for the few energy bolts that flashed and crackled around and between the pillars, nothing out of the ordinary had changed from before.

Nothing that is, except for one noticeable factor.

The Spartan was gone.

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In a large void, a singular entity felt a sense of pleasant relief flow through her mind as her efforts finally came to fruition. For after so long being trapped in her prison, after all she had done for her land and her people, she had almost lost all hope in the people who once looked toward her as a god and savior, only to later look at her as one would at a demon.

For so long she had looked down upon the world below her with bitter hatred and despair, enraged at how she had been so easily turned upon by her people and her own flesh and blood. All this time she watched and planned, biding her time for the day that she would finally have her revenge, and make those who hurt her pay for their insolence.

This all changed when, on a whim, she turned her gaze towards the stars, expanding her sight beyond the known vastness of space towards other unknown worlds throughout the cosmos, looking to see if there were other such worthless scum that would, should they get the chance, attempt to seize her power for themselves.

Instead, she saw images of a race on the brink of extinction, not from actions they themselves had committed, but from a force far beyond their range of civilization that was bent on their total annihilation.

Yet despite the hopelessness of their cause and their inevitable defeat, these people continued to fight to the end, for themselves and their fellow comrades. They fought not for power or personal glory – albeit those few who were little more than leeches to society – but for a sense of a unified desire to survive as a species.

Particularly the ones referred to as 'Demons', by both their allies and enemies.

During her time watching as the conflict steadily escalated, one of these new worlds stood out more than most, with said world having a particularly strong connection with the natural energy flowing throughout its inner core that was similar, if not slightly different from that of the world around which her prison revolved.

And among this worlds defenders, one of its warriors, this so-called 'Arch-Demon', seemed to radiate the same power and emotions she herself once possessed; power that despite the tragedies this warrior had witnessed, continued to shine upon those under its protection.

Throughout the course of this warrior's life, she had kept a careful visual from afar, watching as he slowly grew into the highly efficient soldier he was now, how he had not turned his back on his friends and comrades and had kept fighting until the end.

Unlike his predecessors, the original 'Demons', he was raised not as a mere weapon of war, but with the soul and mind of a living being capable of making his own decisions, be it on or off the battlefield.

And over time, a small flame of hope had begun to kindle within her soul, as if she was unconsciously reaching out for this warrior, seeking his protective aura to help purge her mind and heart of the anger and despair that had plagued her all this time. For beneath the persona created from the built-up desires for vengeance against those who had opposed her so long ago, the inner desires for this warrior's protection and care had begun to surface - as well as her anticipation of this warrior finally putting her power's abusers in their place.

And now, after years of careful planning and patience, she could finally be with the one she was searching for.

…the one who would help change the fate of a world consumed by war…

…the one with the skills and heart of a true warrior, one who understood the true meaning of hope, faith and honor…

…and the one who would become…when the time was right…

…her savior…and husband.

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Lakeshore, Land of the Waves

Evening, May 15th, 2554 {UNSC Calendar}

"-BIIIITTTTTCCCHHHH-!"

THOOM!

Michael's cry was cut off as his armored body crashed into the sandy embankment beneath him, causing a small tremor to ripple out from where he made impact. Luckily there was no one around to see him land, though he certainly scared the crap out of some local fowl that took off in fright from the shockwave.

Had he been a normal human and not a genetically augmented Spartan super-soldier, he most certainly would've been little more than broken bones and mush. Instead his armor and physical enhancements had absorbed most of the blow, leaving him slightly winded and with minor bruising on his chest.

After a few moments the Spartan began to stir from his position, groaning as he slowly pushed himself onto his hands and knees. "Yoruichi, status update; what the Hell happened?"

It took a second for the AI to respond, "You want the long version or the short version?"

"Humor me."

"Well since you asked so nicely, after you 'saved' those scientists we were caught in a Forerunner energy-based hard light plasma field that acted as some sort of temporal reality distortion conduit that trapped us in a miniature slip-space wormhole, which then transported us across the cosmos onto an unknown distant planet beyond even the farthest reaches of known UNSC and Covenant space."

…

"…wait, so you're saying…"

"Yes, we are currently on an unknown planet far from home with no way of alerting the UNSC where we are or how to get here. We are essentially on our own without any support or any hope of getting back home."

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"Ah Shieet!" the Spartan face-palmed his visor, "you've got to be fuckin' kidding me!"

He could almost visualize Yoruichi rolling her eyes in exasperation, "well if you want proof just take a look around you and see for yourself."

Michael lowered his arm and glanced around at the surrounding environment, taking note of the deep, lush forests and rushing streams connecting with the lake behind him. While the scenery was indeed quite beautiful, there was one thing that stood out above all else.

There were no Forerunner ruins, relics or structures to be seen. Nothing. Zilch. None what so ever.

And if what his AI said was true, there was no current way of contacting the UNSC or their Sangheili allies for pick up, or setting up a long range SOS beacon to let them know where they were.

Michael sighed. This was just fan-fricking-tastic.

Yoruichi then seemed to think hard about something, "Of course, when you think about it, it could've been worse."

Michael suppressed the urge to scoff in his helmet, "oh really, and just how could it be worse?"

"It could've been those scientists who got transported here instead of us, civilian scientists mind you, and it could've been in the middle of a war zone rather than an isolated lakeshore. Or we ourselves could've ended up on a Halo ring in the middle of an all-out infestation of Flood spawns and carriers; or quite possible-"

"Okay I get it, geez; you don't have to be so damn blunt."

As much as it infuriated him he had to admit that the situation could've indeed been much worse. A quick glance at his helmet's heads-up display showed that his armor hadn't sustained damage in the fall, his physical health was indifferent save for some mild bruising, and his arsenal of weapons and equipment was all accounted for.

At the moment their top concern was finding somewhere to set up camp until they could hopefully make contact with the local residents of this planet.

"Yoruichi, can you pick up any form of radio traffic or communication signals in the area? I'd rather we find the nearest settlement and see, if at all possible whether or not they have some sort of transportation hub."

"Way ahead of you big guy…hmm, that's strange…u-huh…well well, this is interesting."

"Yoruichi?"

"Well I've got good news and bad news; bad news is I can't pick up any radio signals within a thirty square kilometer radius, and there don't seem to be any traces of electrical energy output, at least not at the level of those of aircraft or space-worthy vessels."

The Spartan 'hummed in thought, "I take it that means this planet's citizens may not have developed the technological capabilities of the UNSC or Earth."

"Most likely, and the fact that the lake behind us doesn't show any sign of pollution or contamination is another hint, albeit a positive one. But, the good news is I am picking up some short-range electrical signals coming just up the lakeshore, about 200 yards upstream to our right – probably from a local power station or power lines for housing or a small market community."

Michael turned his head in said direction, catching sight of some smoke rising just above the treeline; a tell-tale sign of the existence of civilization on this planet.

"Maybe they'll be able to tell us how to get to the larger metropolitan centers, somewhere we can set up a place of residence until we can find a way back home."

"A good plan if there ever was one. There's something else though: just before we were teleported the portal's splash energy caught what looked like a heavy storage ammunition container as well as a weapons rack, and pulled them into the energy pulse along with us."

"Can you pick up the crate and rack's locater beacon from here?"

"Working on it, though it seems they were teleported randomly across this planet's surface like us. For all we know they could've ended up on a mountain top or just outside one of the inhabited regions. Thankfully they were both equipped with ONI-level security combo locks which means only you can activate and open them."

Michael let out a small sigh of relief; the last thing they needed was for someone to access the weapons and tools for their own personal use. "All the same I'd rather find them soon if we end up staying here for a long period of time."

With that the Spartan reached back and pulled his PDR-AR forward as he began making his way along the shore.

Heads up new world, the Spartan was on the move.

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{15 minutes later}

Michael steadily made his way along the gravel walking path towards the source of the rising smoke. Shortly after he started walking he had spotted a small wooden plank boat dock close to the shore, with said dock being void of boats or any other aqua-based vessels, and an old-fashioned gravel pathway leading away from the lake into the nearby forest.

It stood to reason that said pathway would lead towards a nearby house or fishing market, hence why he was currently following the gravel route away from the lake into the forest.

"Well, it looks like our efforts have just paid off."

The Spartan silently agreed at the AI's statement, for just through the trees ahead of him was a small, old Japanese style home with a small deck and back yard facing the trees. The house itself was two stories high and had plenty of space for a small family of four or five.

All in all, it was definitely what one would refer to as a place of comfort and serenity.

"Well what say you, Michael; shall we stop by and say hello?"

Michael took but a moment to consider his option. "I doubt they would take an armored soldier just showing up out of nowhere armed to the teeth too well. It's best if we try to maintain a low profile for the time being, at least until when it's absolutely necessary."

Yoruichi simply sighed in mock disappointment, "Ah, that's a shame; I was hoping to at least catch a glimpse of the interior of an actual Japanese-style home. It's so hard to actually find in-depth information of these designs and construction, especially after the continental uplift back in 2118."

Michael managed to hold back a chuckle, though barely, at his AI's complaining. "Don't worry, you might get your chance once we get to the local market. Something's telling me we might see a lot of this style of construction in the next little while."

Taking one more look at the building, he turned around to sneak back along the pathway-

"HEY, LET GO OF MY MOM!"

Only to stop as the sound of a young boy shouting came from the other side of the house.

"OW! Why you little brat!"

'Thunk'

"INARI!"

That was all the Spartan needed to hear before he rushed through the trees across the backyard towards the house. While he was not the fastest or most stealthy of his group of Spartan IV's, his expertise in close-quarter combat enabled him to slink along the side of the house with little effort until he came in sight of the front patio.

What he saw sickened him to no end.

Standing there were two men armed with knives and clubs standing over a young boy, probably ten or eleven years of age, and a young, extremely beautiful women with dark hair and black eyes, probably the mother. The boy was unconscious, which explained the 'thunk' from before, and the two thugs were glaring at the woman with clear hostility and, if their stance was any more obvious, lecherous intent.

"You should know by now you little bitch, that anyone who defies Gato needs to be punished" one of the thugs sneered.

"Heh heh, you know, I'm feeling a little uncomfortable down here" the second thug sneered as he began loosening his pants, "maybe you could help me relief myself, then you can watch as your little boy there gets to meet his worthless trash of a father in Hell!"

The woman's eyes widened in horror. "No…please no, don't hurt him. Do whatever you want with me, just don't hurt my so-"

'CRACK'

The woman's head snapped back as one of the thugs used his club to knock her into the wall, causing her to collapse to the patio with a stream of blood beginning to flow down her face.

"Hey assholes" a third thug came out of the house, "hurry the fuck up so we can get back to base. Boss is gonna want to know that the old man's on his way back today, and that his family won't be causing anymore 'difficulties."

"Hell Yeah!"

"That's right you stupid, filthy bitch, it's time for you to be put in your place" the offending thug crowed as he lowered his pants to the ground, now reaching for his remaining undergarments and pulling down…

That was the last straw.

"Those bloody pigs!" Yoruichi seethed from within the Spartan's helmet, "Fuck low profile; sick those sons of bitches!"

Michael simply reached up and pulled his combat knife from his right shoulder plate.

"Gladly."

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Tsunami could only look on in sheer horror at the unconscious form of her only son Inari, trying hard not to break out in tears as she lay there helpless.

Just minutes before her son had stepped outside like he always did after what happened to his second father figure (Kaiza) a few months before. Soon she heard him yelling and shouting, causing her to rush out to check on him, just in time to see him being thrown hard against the patio by two of Gato's hired thugs before she herself was hit from behind by a third.

Now she was bleeding and feeling light headed from the thug's blow and left helpless as said thug lowered his pants to reveal his filthy privates while using his hand to hold her head steady. Despite her impending fate, Tsunami refused to give her abusers the satisfaction of her position, opting to keep her gaze upon her son, her eyes shining with determination and defiance

'Inari…father…Kaiza…I love you.'

"Get ready bitch, here it co-"

The thug was cut off as his throat was punctured by a large combat knife, collapsing to the ground as his punctured artery bled out

"What the fu-!"

"RRRAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!"

The two remaining thugs turned around at the sound of a loud bellow…only for the second thug to fall silent as an armored fist buried itself deep into his ribcage, shattering bone and literally causing a shockwave that blasted aid thug's clothing and internal organs off and out of his back.

Both of them were dead before they knew what had killed them.

The third was not so fortunate.

"FUCK! FUCKING SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK ARE-"

That was all the third thug could say before the titan, for that was all it could be described as, reached forward and grabbed his throat in a tight vice-like grip. The thug was left gasping for air as he was pulled forward into the titan's blue visor.

"You make me sick."

Both the thug and Tsunami flinched, one in utter fear and the other in surprise and relief, at the titan's words.

"You dare to rap an innocent woman when she's trying to protect her child, merely so that you could satisfy your own twisted desires." As he spoke, the titan reached down and grasped a handle shaped object from his waist.

"…you're pathetic, and a coward…and for that…"

He then brought his arm back…

"…you must be silenced."

…and thrust it forward into the thug's chest, with two glowing golden-rod prongs now sticking out through his back turning his inside into roasted flesh. The thug tried to scream, but his lungs and heart had been pierced by the molten hot blades, causing him to gasp and wheeze until he had no air left.

He literally had his internal organs melted and was suffocated to death all at once.

And his brain was still working, letting him know that he was finished.

Loosening his grip the titan watched as the leader simply slumped to the ground in a lifeless heap next to his already dead cohorts.

Tsunami could only stare at the looming titan in confusion, disbelief, and a little trace of fear intermingled with relief.

Relief that she and her son had been spared from the terrifying intentions of the thugs.

And fearful at what the new arrival intended to do with them after so thoroughly annihilating, for lack of a better word, said thugs.

The titan simply retrieved the blade from the firth thug's neck, wiping off the excessive blood on said corpse's clothes before sliding it into a sheath on his right shoulder. It/he then turned its/his gaze towards her, causing her to freeze in fear that he would do to her what the now dead thugs had intended to. He approached her slowly with his arms slightly out and open for her to see, evident signs that he wasn't planning on hurting her.

"Are you alright miss?"

Tsunami merely nodded, her eyes taking in the image of the armored titan before her. The titan turned his head around and gazed around the front lawn, probably checking to see if there were any more of Gato's hired goons hiding in the forests in ambush. It/he then gave a small nod, clearly satisfied to find that there weren't, and turned his gaze back towards her and her son.

The titan reached up and grasped his helmet, lifting it up and off his head…

…revealing a young man, presumably in his early twenties, with a well-built tanned face with stark blue eyes, medium length dirty brown hair and a lightly shaved goatee, with a faded scar over his right eye.

At that moment she began feeling light headed, either from her head injury, her relief at being saved by the armored titan from being raped by those thugs, or from the sudden pain she felt develop in her chest when she saw his young and handsome face, or all three of these factors combined. Whatever the reason was made little difference as she barely managed to maintain consciousness long enough to see the titan pick her and Inari in his arms before darkness finally overcame her, plunging her into blissful slumber

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Well, here's the first chapter for my Naruto-Halo Crossover, I hope it meets your expectations. And if anyone can guess from which popular animated series I got the Phase Shift idea from good for you.

Anyway, just as I mentioned above, here is a list of women who will have love relations with my Spartan:

Tsunami

Yugito Nii

Kurenai Yuhi

I might add a few more later on, but should anyone have any suggestions please leave them in the review section so I can make a decision. Like with my other stories reviews are always welcome, but please keep the more hateful reviews to a minimum; I'm currently going through some hard times and not really in the mood for anyone's BS…pardon my language.

Till next time, comrades.