Authors notes -So yeah this is an Evangelion/Halo Crossover (Evangelion characters in the world of Halo). Wanting to write my own story, I debated whether to make a crossover between either Halo Or the Resident Evil seriies. Halo ended up as my choice, but maybe down the road a Resident Evil crossover might happen. I am a huge halo fan so I kept the story as close to the set history of Halo without upsetting canon material while adding my own artistic abilities to the story. As a fan of Evangelion, I kept the characters as 'In Character as Possible". Also I am a Shinji/Asuka fan so yeah...too bad :P
italicized quotes are thoughts.
Disclaimer- I Don't own Halo nor do I own Evangelion.
Chapter One - War Games -------------------------------------------------------------------
September 23, 2540: 2110 hours - Daedalus Proving Grounds, Mars
Sweat ran down the brow of SPARTAN-153 as he pressed his body against the cold concrete wall of the Mars training facility. The black Special Ops helmet that hugged his face prevented him from wiping away the wet nuisance that ran along side his cheek as the iron grip on his MA5B assault rifle tightened. Killing the power generators at the start of the operation left the corridor pitch black. His only source of light was the single emergency light fixture around the corner that provided light for the 3 ODST sentries that guarded the doorway behind them. The ODSTs, or orbital Drop Shock Troopers, were the UNSC's special forces group. The bitter rivalry between them and the SPARTANs only made the mission all the more dangerous. The double-door entrance was four inch thick hardened steel, with a keypad on the wall next to it. The sentries and the door were the only visible obstacles between him and the marked target of the SPARTAN's objective. With a deep breath, SPARTAN-153 looked towards the lower left of his heads-up display, analyzing the map that lit up his helmet's monitor. The marker that mapped the target sat 60 feet ahead of his current position, with three red blips that appeared 15 feet from him, around the corner.
"Hey Baka! Are we gonna move or what?!" echoed through the helmet's comm-device. A green dot appeared on his radar as four more soon followed behind it. "I'm tired of standing by already! there's only three of em'! Lets take em out!" Looking over his shoulder SPARTAN-153 began to see the outline of SPARTAN-152 and the four other SPARTANs as they brought up the rear, immediately taking up a staggered column formation.
SPARTAN-153 sighed and looked back at his female counterpart. "There's three of them right around this corner. We can't just go in there runnin' and gunnin' or we'll get gunned down!"
Giving off a sigh of frustration, SPARTAN-152 moved up next to the worried SPARTAN. "Well duh Captain Obvious of course we'll get gunned down, but take a look at your display, we have no other tactical solution other than taking them out head on!" SPARTAN-153 was perplexed as the operation called for stealth.
"Hate to say it, but the devils right, we don't have any other options, we don't have any flash grenades or anything, and we're running out of time. we need to move now..." SPARTAN-154 announced as his eyes scanned the hallway behind them, scanning for any sign of hostiles seeking to earn a few kills.
With time dwindling, SPARTAN-153 brought up his rifle and looked forward, away from his team." Alright, on my mark, we'll move in and take em out. I'll provide cover. Everyone, neutralize the treats and advance to the door from there." Clenching his jaw tight as he prepared to advance, SPARTAN-153's heads-up display began giving off green flashes of light as the team acknowledged the plan. "Three, two, one, Mark!"
In a rapid burst of movement, SPARTAN-153 brought his body around the corner swiftly taking up a crouched position as the other SPARTANs rushed the hallway. Smoking shells ejected from his rifle as bursts of rounds peppered the unsuspecting ODSTs. One ODST caught the brunt of the attack as the other two seek cover behind their downed comrade. Their rifles quickly rose, prepared to open fire on the targets; however, both were a heartbeat too late as one sentry fell to the SPARTAN's automatic onslaught while the other fell prey to SPARTAN-152. With great speed, SPARTAN-152 grabbed the rifle and pushed it away, forcing the ODST's shoulder to dislocate in the process. She quickly rifle butted the sentry in the sternum, making him double over from the force, before kneeing him in the helmet. The Soldier shot back and fell against the door, dead or dying, as SPARTAN-153 watched on.
"Clear! Move up!" SPARTAN-152 barked as the SPARTANs approached the downed Sentries. She quickly policed their fallen weapons as SPARTAN-154 covered her.
The ODSTs groaned and whined as SPARTAN-152 began scavenging for any ammo from their purple paint-stained vests. With a smile behind her visor, she quickly pocketed the ammo as the rest of the SPARTANs stacked near the door.
"You damn freaks! I hope the Covies get you!" hissed a fallen sentry as SPARTAN-152's short fuse quickly flared. She lifted her rifle towards the fallen sentry and pulled the trigger, holding it down as she giggled.
"Trottelchen!" She shouted as balls of paint peppered the soldier, who's screams were muffled against the whine from the rifle. This was short lived however as SPARTAN-151 approached her hostile teammate and grabbed the end of the barrel, pushing it away from the screaming victim.
"Our mission parameters state that this is a mission requiring stealth," SPARTAN-151 stated. Releasing her grip on the barrel, she walked over the limp body of the sentry as she rejoined the rest of the team.
SPARTAN-152 glared at her teammate and fired off one more round at the fallen sentry. "You're lucky wonder girl saved you or else I'd of finished you off." With the threats neutralized, SPARTAN-153 checked his heads-up display as the team set up a perimeter in the hall. The target was less than 45 feet from their position. Swiftly, he prepared to breach the large steel door as the rest of the team took up their positions. Taking notice of the door's control pad next to the metallic barrier, SPARTAN-153 looked over his shoulder and nodded towards the rest his comrades. His left hand released his rifle and went up in the air with three fingers up. The team brought up their rifles and took aim, ready to take out any threat on the other side. His fingers soon fell to two as he brought his elbow up. Soon another finger fell and soon after that fell another. He clenched his rifle tight before using his elbow to smack the keypad, disabling the door's locking mechanism and opening up the barrier. The mechanical locks whined as the doors quickly hissed opened. Every SPARTAN except for one stopped dead in their tracks as SPARTAN-153 sidestepped from the side of the door, to the front. He too came to a halt as his face met the three barrels of an M41 light anti-aircraft machine gun. His radar began to glow as red blips began to appear from behind the SPARTANs as well as in front.
"I'm very disappointed in your performance during this drill..." dictated the gunner behind the M41. Wearing the same fatigues and armor of an ODST, the gunner removed her helmet, freeing her purple hair from the abyss of the helmet.
SPARTAN-152 slung her rifle around her shoulder and removed her helmet, her long strawberry blonde hair was neatly packed tight in a bun as per regulations of the UNSC's dress and appearance. "Major Katsuragi! This was not in the briefing and you instructed us that there would be no supri..."
"This was a Mission Asuka!" Misato growled, attempting to keep her anger in check. "Expect the unexpected!" Asuka quickly hushed as the tone of her commander's voice pierced Asuka like a sniper's bullet. "Each and every one of you overlooked basics, disregarded procedures, and even used excessive force when instructed not to! Hell, they're even one of our own guys none the less!"
The hallway lit up as power was restores to the hall marking the end of the operation. The ODSTs picked up their fallen and hefted them towards the medical bays as Misato continued with her verbal lashing.
"You'd all be dead if I was the enemy! Why would you stagger everyone into the same hall at the same time?! I'm very disappointed with all of you... How could you let this happen Shinji?!" SPARTAN-153 removed his helmet allowing a sad set of eyes to lock into the eyes of his commander's."I apologize for bringing this up, I know it's only been a month since your team lost its leader, Kawo..."
"Major!" Shinji exclaimed as his hands formed fists.
"Shinji! Stand Down and take responsibility for your actions! I made you squad leader for a reason, but today's mission was a big let down!" Misato Roared. "Everyone, return to the barracks and be ready in your PT Uniforms for PT by 2100 hours!" boomed Misato.
"But Major, it's already 2120..." corrected SPARTAN-154.
Misato crossed her arms, irritated at her SPARTANs lack of respect and at her own mistake. "Then I guess you're all doing PT with full armor and equipment... MOVE"
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September 24, 2540: 0010 Hours - Daedalus Proving ground Barracks, Mars
The doors hissed open as six bodies flowed through the door. The barracks was originally a dormitory for new recruits before the engagements with the covenant began. It was basically a large room, capable of housing three dozen recruits. Since then, the SPARTANs trainees have utilized it since they arrived on Mars one year ago from Planet Reach. Reach, the primary UNSC shipyard in the outer colonies is where Project SPARTAN II began. The original SPARTAN II Program had 150 candidates; however, due to the cost of the program itself, only 75 were selected and only half of the 75 survived the initial augmentation process. After authorizing a second group in 2533, only 10 Candidates were selected due to the cost of the program. Of that, three had died during the augmentation process itself.
"What is her problem?!" exclaimed Asuka. Bringing her hands up to her hair, she removed her hair tie, allowing her hear hair to flow freely. Shinji placed his helmet on his bunk and began to release the armored plates from his wrists. His thoughts were fixed on his failures of the evening.
"Well, it wouldn't have been so bad if someone weren't stupid enough to snap back at her!"SPARTAN-154 exclaimed. Bringing up his hands to his helmet, Toji released the locking clips from the neck protector and freed his head from its confines.
"Toji! Do you have a death wish or something?!" screamed SPARTAN-156. Kensuke placed his hand on Toji's shoulder as Toji realized that he had snapped at Asuka. Both looked at each other before looking back towards Asuka, who was marching across the room to beating the crap out of them both.
"Asuka, calm down... please." pleaded SPARTAN-158. Hikari wrapped her arms against Asuka's as she attempted to calm the raging beast. Shinji, who was sitting on his bunk, looked on from a distance and sighed.
"What's wrong Shinji-153?" A set of red eyes fell upon Shinji's as he quickly lowered his head.SPARTAN-151 stood over Shinji as he continued to mask his emotions."I'm fine Rei, thank you for your concern." Shinji looked back up at Rei and gave her a fake smile, attempting to satisfy her concern. Rei stepped away from Shinji and returned to her bunk. Shinji sighed and looked around the room before laying his eyes on Asuka. She had already removed her armor plates and was still in her plug suit. The plug suit, an experimental type up under armor, was a form fitting combat uniform in its trial stage. The plug suit allowed armor plates to secure onto the suit itself through various plugs located around the uniform, hense the name plug suit.
Across the room, Asuka had taken notice of her peeping tom, but allowed the behavior to persist. Wanting to have fun with him but still packing up her armor plating, Asuka arched over slowly and deliberately. Her every curve was only highlighted due to the plug suit's form fitting nature. "Like what you see pervert?" Asuka seductively implied.
Shinji quickly realized that she was aware and looked away, his face burning red. Asuka gave off a laugh and continued to put away her armor plating.
Tired from the physical training and the mission itself, Shinji laid on his bunk, oblivious to the armor plating that was still attached to the plug suit. "Its already been seven years since I started... seven years since they abducted me... seven years of training, seven years of pain, and yet my only regret was that it wasn't me who died that night...Kaworu..."
Hovering over Shinji, Asuka waited to see if the young leader would notice. Seconds turned to minutes as Asuka grew impatient, flicking Shinji in the head ending his reflection. "Hey Baka... pack up your equipment and go to bed, we have PT in the morning."
Shinji shot up and exclaimed. "Ow! That hurt Asuka!"
Asuka chuckled as a red mark glowed on Shinji's forehead. "Hey, it's not my fault I got Augmented." Asuka retured to her bunk across the room and retrieved a towel from her footlocker. She marched down the room and towards the barrack's shower room, but stopped at the entrance. "If anyone tries to walk in on me, I'll make sure I break every bone in your body!"
Lying in his bunk, Toji sat up and chuckled. "No one here is that desperate Asuka so dream on!"
Toji and Kensuke began to laugh, only to fall prey to Hikari, who twisted both of their ears.
Attempting to seek peace, Shinji laid back down. His eyes soon grew heavy and his thoughts soon grew clouded. As quickly as slumber came, his memories began to rush back to his head.
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A/N- Well, that ends Chapter one. Originally, Chapter one was going to be longer, but the second part ended up being so long, that I made it into its own chapter. In any case, Chapter two will cover exactly what happened to Kaworu.