"More Things Change, the More They Stay the Same"
Hey guys, CHUCKCHUCKY here. I've had this story running through my head for a while, and I've finally decided to put it down to paper. Now, I realize that my last story was complete crap, so I hope this one will be better. I love the Halo Saga, and Destiny is a great game, and they both could connect easily, so why not combine them? So I did. I am starting this at the end of Halo 4(which is by far my favourite Halo), so Halo 5 has not happened in this timeline. I will, however, incorporate elements from Halo 5. So without further ado, here is "More Things Change, the More They Stay the Same".
I do not own, and probably will never own, Destiny or Halo. Those are products of 343 Industries and Bungie respectively.
Chapter 1 - Ends are Beginnings
Falling and burning.
Flashes of blue. Calming blue.
Red eyes staring into the soul.
Choking grip.
"The Forerunners have returned."
Spartans. 4 years.
UNSC Infinity. Del Rio. Palmer. Lasky.
"Wake up, Chief!"
Blue. Sparks of Red.
Librarian. Didact. Composer. Prometheans.
New Phoenix, burning.
Rampancy. Red.
"Don't make a girl a promise you can't keep."
Reclaimer.
"Guardian... Guardian... Eyes up, Guardian."
The Master Chief opened his eyes groggily. Something was wrong. Firstly, his eyes didn't seem to want to open. This was weird, seeing as Spartans were trained to wake up as quickly as possible. If his eyes didn't want to open, that meant that he had either been drugged or knocked out. Both possibilities had bad connotations.
Secondly, he didn't feel the weight of his Mjolnir armour. If he didn't feel his armour, it confirmed that he was in a hostile place. That woke the Chief up. He reached for his Assault Rifle, only to realize that it wasn't there.
"Guardian? Hello?" Chief snapped his head up. Floating in front of him was a Forerunner Monitor. Or, what looked to be a Monitor. It was floating about six feet off the ground, with one blue eye in the centre of its face. It looked to be about half a foot in diameter, with rotating triangular prisms surrounding its one blue eye.
The Monitor spoke up. "Guardian? Are you alive? Please say something."
Now Chief was worried. He was in a unknown place, without his armour and assault rifle, and an unknown, possibly dangerous AI, was talking to him. So he did the only thing he could do in a situation like this. He went into defence mode.
He jumped backwards and to the side to hide behind a rusted-out car, curling up to make his body less visible. Then, he looked around for a weapon. There was a femur of a humanoid lying inside the vehicle he was hiding behind. He grabbed it, deciding that a weapon that probably wouldn't do much damage was better than no weapon at all. Then, and only then, did he look at what he was wearing.
He was wearing armour that, frankly, looked like it couldn't take a pickle thrown at it by Lord Hood's grandmother. In fact, it was armour that could barely even be considered armour. There was a thin sheet of armour covering the top half of his body, with a strip of armour that went over the shoulders to another piece of armour that was extremely thin. The lower half of his torso had a layer of fabric, but that was about it. His shoulders were protected by shoulderpads that were large, but again, thin. There was nothing on his biceps or forearms, and he was wearing padded gloves.
Around his waist was a strange fabric belt. It almost looked like someone wrapped a UNSC banner around his waist, and then slapped a few buckles and pouches to it. His thighs were covered in thin pieces of a grayish metal, but other then that, there was nothing else except thin cloth covering his legs. On his feet, there were what looked to be a type of combat boot that, like the rest of his outfit, was extremely thin.
He knew he was wearing a helmet, due to the weight on his head. However, the HUD was completely different than anything he'd ever seen. There was what looked to be a motion tracker in the top left corner, and an unfilled bar on the bottom. In the center top was a grey bar that the Chief could only assume was his health bar.
"Hey, Guardian? I know you're probably confused, but you need to calm down." the Forerunner A.I.'s voice broke the Master Chief from his studying of the strange armour. He peered around the corner of the rusty vehicle to glance at it. It appeared to be just sitting there, not actively trying to attack him. It either meant that it recognized him as a reclaimer, it was not designed for attack, or it was completely insane. Granted, to the Forerunners, those things were very similar. Knowing that he would have no chance of taking the A.I. unless it was by surprise, he decided to try and talk to it.
"Where am I?" the Master Chief asked from behind the car.
The AI seemed to look around, looking almost anxious, before responding. "Look, Guardian, I would love to tell you all about where you are, but we need to get going. Come nightfall, these hills will be swarming with fallen."
"I'm not going anywhere unless you tell me where I am, and who you are." the Master Chief said resolutely. Inside, however, he had some serious questions. First off, why was this Forerunner AI calling him guardian? Weren't they supposed to call humans Reclaimers? Also, what were fallen? All these questions were drawing some conclusions in the Chief's head, and none of them he liked.
The AI sighed exasperatedly. "Ugh, fine. You are on earth, in what used to be North America. Me? I'm a Ghost. I was sent out to find the bodies of people who had potential to be new Guardians to protect the last city. You had potential, and I chose you. And here we happy now, or do you want my biography?"
The answers that this "Ghost' gave him were not reassuring in the slightest. All of what was happening started to wind together in his head, and it wasn't pretty. It all added up to the fact that this was not his earth. At least, not the one he was familiar with. Disturbed, he asked the question that would confirm his suspicions. "What year is it?"
The ghost, oblivious to the internal conflict that this abnormally large human was facing, growled. "Its 2957, OK? Can we get going now? I don't want you to die like the last guy I tried to revive."
The Chief ignored the last comment because the first one confirmed his suspicions. The last year that he remembered was 2556. But the 400 year jump made no sense. The last thing he remembered was floating in space after destroying the Didact, when earth's gravity caught hold of him and started to pull him down. He had blacked out when he hit the ground. He remembered thinking right before he hit the ground, I don't think I can do this a second time. There was no way he was lucky enough to survive falling from orbit twice, but how come he was in the future? That is, if what this "Ghost" was saying was true.
That was when he remembered why he was floating in space in the first place. The words that Cortana said came flashing back to him. He stiffened up and reached for the back of his head when he realized that he wasn't wearing his armour. He stood up quickly and turned to the Ghost to ask, "Where is my armour?".
The Ghost looked at him strangely. "Uhh, you're wearing it?"
"My Mjolnir. Its green, big, bulky?"
"Never seen it. But, if you come with me, we can look for it. After we get to the Tower, of course."
The Chief thought for a moment. On one hand, he could probably find his way out quicker than with this AI. Plus, he was a super soldier, so he could probably fight his way out of any problem he found himself into. However, fighting wasn't always the answer to problems, and he didn't know his way around, so following Ghost to this "Tower" might be the best thing to do. Also, there was the fact that his armour was basically useless, and that he had no weapons. After a few more seconds of pondering he had a answer. He would also be able to find his armour quicker, and with it, Cortana's chip "As long as you can promise that we will look for my armour as soon as possible, I'll come with you. I reserve the right to leave at any point."
The Ghost sighed again, albeit resigned this time. "Ok, fine. But you're not going to find anything. This place will have been picked clean by fallen ages ago." As if to punctuate his words, an eerie howl could be heard out in the distance. "Now let's get going. I don't have an itching desire to be shot down."
The Master Chief motioned with his head. "Lead on." He had a suit of armour to find.
Far of in the distance, an ancient computer's lights started to dimly show. It slowly booted up, its processor humming loudly as it turned on for the first time in centuries. Finally, it turned on, connecting to satellites that hadn't been used since the computer was last on. It slowly started to search for the receiver that it was to transmit information to. As it did so, it connected to more satellites of the same type, quickly boosting its signal strength.
After hours of searching, it finally found the receiver, in the middle of an area that should have a large population distribution, but didn't. The program put this information away for later use. The receiver was there, but it wasn't responding. With nothing to do but gather more information, the program waited until the receiver was active again. Until Spartan II 117 was ready, it would wait.
AN: Well, here's the first chapter. Hopefully you like this much more than my other story. If you want to hate one it, go ahead, I do as well. Also, constructive criticism is always appreciated. I'm not the best when it comes to lore, so correct me if I have anything wrong in my story. Obviously Destiny lore has been changed to fit the fact that it takes place after the Halo saga, so please don't rage on me about that. Other than that, please feel free to review and follow. I don't have the greatest record when it comes to posting so don't expect me to post in the next week or month.