Soooooo... First fanfiction ever, please be gentle and ummmmmm, ENJOY! :)

When The Master chief is stranded in space after the Halo ring explosion, he must find a way to get back to the remnants of the UNSC fleet. But before he can, he comes across another, strange Garde and its pilots.

John removed his helmet, letting the air of the cockpit touch his face. He breathed in heavily through his nose and then exhaled sharply through his mouth. He looked around the cockpit, noting zero changes to the layout since his last compulsive check of his surroundings. The debris field moved around the Garde, and he watched as lifeless corpse floated by, with a pipe of some sort sticking out of its chest. He sighed, and with a sudden surge of anger, hammer fisted the side of the cockpit. A slender AI Projected itself from a circular disk that extended from the Computer on the right side of the cockpit. She had short, cropped hair, and would be nude if not for strange black lines that covered her unmentionables. She was transparent, and a slight flicker could be observed. She had a look of annoyance on her face.

"John, hitting things won't help us in here." The AI stated in a tone the suggested annoyance. That only made him angrier. Hitting things were what he was made for, it usually worked, and he REALLY liked hitting things. He was 33 years old, battled hardened but still young. He had brown hair, which had grown longer due to him being unable to find time to cut it, blue eyes and a stubble beard that was now growing on his face. His green titanium armor was scratched, missing some pieces but still relatively intact. He was 6 foot seven tall, and seven foot with his armor. lithe yet muscular. The Armor itself was custom and fit him like a glove. An insignia on his right pauldron identified him at the rank of master chief, and below that, an upturned spear covered by a shield represented his designation as a spartan. On the right side of cockpit seat, an assault rifle was latched tightly in, and a machete was latched to the back of his armor. He had been adrift for a week now, and he was running low on food and water.

He looked down at the AI and met her accusing stare with his own. "Did you find anything?" He asked the AI in his usual emotionless voice. He had two modes. Monotone, and angry. Sometimes he even managed to be sarcastic, but that was rare. She sighed, exasperated, and answered him curtly.

"No John, I found nothing, just like the last 47 times, I found absolutely nothing." Said the AI. "John there is nothing out there. We're dead. There's no food, no water, no ships, no survivors." She said this in adamant tone. "All my scanning is doing is annoying me and giving you false hope."

"Cortana, we have 3 days left of food and water and were low on Higgs particles. Plus, I know there are better pilots than me out there. If I got out, others definitely did as well, so scan again."

The AI, Cortana, Moaned like a teenage girl moaned when her parents told her she can't go out for the night. She disappeared in a blue flash and began to scan the surrounding space. Once again all she found were dead bodies, derelict ships, and space trash. John sighed, put on his helmet, and got out of his seat. He unlatched his assault rifle and placed it on the magnetic holster that was located on his back. He pushed himself past the passenger seat in his Garde and floated to the back. He stopped and steadied himself on the wall, and opened the Ration machine.

"Welcome to your personal ration kitchen." Spoke the VI. "You have /3/ days worth of rations. Would you like to request a ration pack?" John didn't even bother to speak to it. He pressed a series of buttons and a ration pack of nuts and dried fruit dispensed. He also grabbed the water canister which had refilled, inserting into a slot on his back, as his suit had a water dispenser in the helmet. He removed his helmet and ate his ration. When he washed finished he put his helmet back on washed it down with some water, then opened his Garde door. "Depressurising" spoke the VI.

The Garde depressurized, and the cockpit opened like a mouth. He pushed off the floor, lightly. When he was halfway out of the cockpit, he turned belly up, so that he was facing the top half of his Garde cockpit. He reached up, grabbed the edge, and pushed himself upwards.

"Careful out there big guy," Cortana said as he floated up. He grabbed on to the long, slender 4 barrel Gatling gun that mounted his Garde's right shoulder, steadied himself in zero gravity. He examined his surroundings. Though he refused to accept it, all he saw was what Cortana reported. Dead bodies, derelict ships, and space trash. The debris of the Halo ring were all around him, and several large asteroid moved by his ship.

"Cortana, anything?" He asked.

"Nothing, like I keep telling you." She answered

He couldn't believe it. One minute he was fighting Guana and the Covenant, the next, the entire halo ring was destroyed. He quickly pushed those thoughts from his head, though, he had work to do. He reached around with his left hand, grabbed the lowest barrel of the Gatling gun, and turned to face His Garde. It was green, and many parts of it resembled his own armor. It was equipped with a vast array of weapons, a 50 caliber rifle on the right arm, heavy chainsaw on the right arm, a square rocket turret on the left shoulder, and many more goodies. But locked on the back of the Garde was the weapon that really mattered, along with the Gatling gun. It was a Kabi sword. The blade was a third of the length of the Garde, and was made of black titanium, save the single edge, wich was a light orange. The Edge was made of the only material known to be able to pierce the core of the Gauna, Kabi. The Gatling Gun was loaded with Imitation rounds, an expensive and difficult to make man-made copy of the Kabi material. The Garde itself was damaged, scratched, and missing parts. Just like his armor, John thought. He pulled up, then pushed, landing on the shoulder of the guard, where he activated his mag boots. John then proceeded to make what repairs he could to his battered friend. He usually tried to avoid making relationships with equipment, like pilots who give their ships names, and personalities. But he had been through a lot with this thing, and he couldn't lie, he felt a certain attachment to it. He worked silently until Cortana Contacted him.

"Chief, look to your right" was all she said.

John 117, Master Cheif Petty Officer and Spartan II of the UNSC Seed ship Freedom's Call, looked to his right to see another Garde. Before he even had time to ask, Cortana answered him. "There're pilots alive onboard."

Phew, that was exhausting. Whelp since I'm a scrub and I've never completed (though I have played) any of the Halo/MetalGear games, time to go read Wikis and research lore! YAYYYYY! *tears*