Persecution Complex Ch. 1
AN: Alright I have been dying to do an ME/Halo cross-over for some time being as how my Halo and ME stories are the most popular ones I have out there and love both the series, yes I was a little confused by the ME3 Ending but saw where they were going with it, but also because, as compared to what people believe, I actually have quite an extent of knowledge for both universes. It's been hard thinking about how I'm gonna do this but I'll see where it goes from here.
Also to all my other fans I know I haven't put out many updates for a while now but my computer, overstatedly so, was near exploding point when it decided to give me the finger so as you can imagine losing all my work, unfinished, in the process of being made, ideas, etc… did not sit too well with me and only up till recently have I gotten a new one. So without further ado, here goes nothing.
EDIT: Read dis and listen! chapter four, which is in the works, is where the real beginning of the plot kicks off if you wanna skip all this intro mumbo-jumbo. it'll still probably be a little slow but i apologize, i'm trying here.
Disclaimer; I own nothing, both franchises belong to Bungie, Bioware, and soon 343, God only knows how incomplete I would be without these series.
August 24, 2589 CE; 36 years after the destruction of the Ark and end of the Great War.
A pelican gracefully landed on the re-terraformed planet Reach near an open field where, from a distance, a mother and her daughter watched from a new famrstead as tall armor-clad figures jumped out as well as two creatures who would have been feared were it over thirty years ago.
"Mommy who are they," the small girl asked as she tugged on her stunned mothers skirt. The woman stared in shock at the five figures that walked toward a small bunker with weapons held at their sides.
"Those are Spartan's dear. Without them we may have never…survived the Great War," she refrained from using the word 'won' because with number of losses, the death toll for both sides, all the sacrifices, it was impossible to really say there was a set in stone winner.
"Why have I never seen one before?" the girl asked ever so innocently as they watched the warriors raise their weapons and charge into the bunker, there had been insurrectionist uprisings again surprisingly, though even more so that there were still Spartans.
"Honey, I was a child during the Great War, I only ever saw one, or really only ever heard of one. And he was the Master Chief," the mother said.
The girl looked interested as she looked down at the bunker where, despite the likeliness of gunshots going off, there was complete silence. "Then what were the others?" she asked as most parents in these days would rather have their children avoid the alien life that previously threatened their existence. But the girl would still know what an elite was, and soon what one looked like.
"Those my child, those were Sangheili, elites, I pray they keep their distance," the mother said as the girl now looked back at the bunker with mixed emotion.
It was not long before Vlad, Ellenor, Sloan, Drex, and Thealon walked out of the bunker with the rebel leader in tow. Each of them, save Drex and Thealon, were Spartan IV's, picked specifically because of their genetics, attitude, and whatever else they had tested for. At the age of six they were sought out and were asked to join the program, with either parents consent, or volunteers from orphanages. Why would mother and father abandon child, why would a child who probably doesn't know what they're getting themselves into say yes, to keep the peace.
Course there were some who, at first, just wanted to be famous like the Chief, one such example was Sloan, quickly realized there was more to it than that when it came to the Spartan program. The Spartan IV's were supposed to be equal to or better than the Spartan II's, and with upgraded Mjolnir VIII combat armor it made them so if only slightly. But what a lot of people wondered, was what about the Spartan III's, no one ever heard of them, not till the Spartan program that was.
None of them realized just how important the III's were, without them they may have lost the war, without one in particular the Master Chief would never have left Reach, never found the Halo Rings, never would have stopped the Covenant. He was part of an elite squad called Noble team, all sacrificed themselves at the Battle of Reach, but he, Noble Six, had made sure the Pillar of Autumn had gotten off the ground in the first place, but he had most likely died afterwards, almost every other person had, Spartans included.
And as Vlad walked back to the shuttle thinking this, his foot hit something and he looked down to see something sticking out of the dirt. He tilted his head in wonder and curiosity, reaching down and pulling the object out of the ground. It was old, he could tell that much, he brushed the dirt off of it and saw that it was a helmet, an old GUNGIR helmet used by…Spartan III's, most well know for one in particular.
Vlad ran his finger through the shattered hole that was once a black tinted visor, he turned it over in his hands and saw two digits that made him stare for a full five seconds.
N6.
He let a small smile splay across his face and saluted the fallen warrior, he looked up and saw Sloan and Ellenor staring at him in confusion, Drex and Thealon carrying the rebel leader to the shuttle.
"You okay there Vlad?" Ellenor asked cautiously.
"Yeah, everything's fine…just found something I think you guys might like," he said walking forward and handing the helmet to them. They looked at the helmet and then him in confusion. "Just trust me," Vlad said and Sloan shrugged.
"Alright let's see what your little fuss is all about…" he said looking at the helmet, though Ellenor was holding it they both got just as good of a look at the model, the cracked visor, and finally when they turned it over, the N6.
"No way," Ellenor stated quietly in amazement.
"Guess he did fall with Reach," Sloan said looking out around the landscape. There was nothing around to assume this was a battleground, but it being glassed and then re-terraformed it was hard to say.
"I think he deserves a proper burial, lets bring it back, I think there are quite a few people who will get a kick out of this," Vlad said and the others nodded before they walked to the shuttle, Drex and Thealon waiting.
Both were Sangheili, and all three of the Spartans had respect for the duo's skills, Drex was a lieutenant who loved to sport his father's ultra armor from the war. He was a fairly skilled pilot as well as warrior on the battlefield and well known for being one of the two survivors of a crash on a world called Frultia, the other being Thealon. But what made the crash such a feat was that there was a hostile race of aliens who had shot down the ship, a cruiser no less, and proceeded to kill off the survivors of the crash.
The race was not space faring but they did have weapons, slightly savage gear like the Jiralhanae, but not quite as savage. To the aliens regret they underestimated the will and power of a Sangheili strike force who knew they had nothing to lose. Drex, Thealon and all the survivors of the crash, about forty other Sangheili, twenty-four Kig-Yar, and ten Jiralhanae, though not popular among crews there were some willing to help, had risen against the alien species and made it to a power complex.
They took the complex and shut down all planetary defenses after sending out a beacon warning ships to avoid the planet and advising them that the team would most likely never make it out but to honor their sacrifice. They held out for a full year before a ship had come and found them still holding out at the complex, they were rescued and the aliens were now checked upon yearly to make sure they never became space faring and if they did to make sure they would never try to cause another war.
But Drex'Yulta and Rioc'Thealon had been the only ones left, they had however erected a monument in the dead crews honor and sent the remains to their respected families, even the brutes, respectively the Jiralhanae.
Thealon, was a Field Marshal who, in all the Spartans opinion, was one of the best tacticians they had ever saw and could probably take all three of them at once if he so chose to. As stated he was one the only other survivor of the crash of Frultia but was also well know for one of the battles at the end of the Great War. He had been a temporary Fleet Master, though it was not much of a fleet, six ships in total, he had lost all five other ships, each one taking out about eight Jiralhanae ships before falling, he had held out and destroyed almost the entire Jiralhanae fleet before they retreated.
He had always downplayed himself for the losses of the ships, even though the odds were 18 to one ships and he still managed to push the Jiralhanae back despite those odds. But he had stepped down from being a Fleet Master again stating, "It was better to be in charge of a squad of Sangheili rather than a fleet of ships of them, at least if you went down you didn't take such a large portion of your race down with you."
"What took you three?" Thealon asked rather calmly, he was not well known for impatience either.
"We were just honoring the fallen, think it's something you'd understand," Sloan said as the three walked passed the elites.
"Something I know all too well," Thealon responded quietly as he fell into line beside Ellenor. Vlad smiled as the two of them talked as they walked up the ramp, he swore those two had something more than just a sister brother thing going on, whether they knew it or not.
He heard Drex give a huff of amusement, "You notice it too?" he asked as he leaned against the shuttles walls with his arms crossed. Vlad shrugged as Drex pushed off the wall and they walked up the ramp as it slowly closed and the ship began to rise.
"I don't think there's anything wrong with it, interspecies relationships aren't unheard of," Vlad said as the two of them walked into the armory to return their weapons. "Besides, if they enjoy each others company then why not let them be together," he added placing his assault rifle back on its rack.
"Maybe so, but the last thing we need it Thealon and Ellenor's heads clouded in the midst of battle," Drex said putting his plasma repeater in his locker and closing it. "Nor does it make it any less…strange."
"Well I can see how you think that, but you know, strange things happen, eventually the planet will stop spinning or the sun will go supernova, it's all part of the strange thing called the universe."
"Yes, well the universe has an odd way of bringing things together it would seem."
"It all happens for a reason," Vlad said, "It all happens for a reason."
2183 CE; One month after the battle of the Citadel
John Shepard sat quietly on the crew deck of the Normandy, a cup of coffee in front of him that he left alone save swirling a spoon lazily around in it. It had been a month since the attack on the Citadel, Shepard had saved the Council and asari flagship the Destiny Ascension, but at the loss of quite a few human ships. Shepard had hunted down and killed the turian Spectre gone rogue, Saren Arterius, at the Citadel and soon after the ship Sovereign had also been destroyed, the battle had been one.
But they had also learned of the Reapers, a race of sentient starships that returned every 50,000 years and eradicated all advanced life for reasons unknown. And, as according to Sovereign, their time was quickly approaching.
Shepard sighed, "Will it ever end?" he asked aloud when suddenly alarms began to sound. Shepard shot up and ran to the stairs, it was the fastest way to his cabin, "Joker what the hell is going on!" he demanded.
"We got unknown hostiles on our six, they just appeared out of nowhere," was his response.
"Geth?"
"Negative, something else."
Shepard quickly donned his armor and ran down the stairs to the CIC, then the first his struck, the Normandy shook violently as the shot cut clear through the ship.
"Holy shit! They just tore through our kinetic barriers, rerouting power to defenses and life support," Shepard heard Joker over the comm.
Shepard ran to the communications panel and began to prep the distress beacon. "Shepard!" he heard a female voice call him, it was Liara, he put on his helmet as the beacon was ready to broadcast.
"The beacon is ready for launch," he said turning to her, the screams of dying crew members stung at his ears like the fire raging around them.
"Will the Alliance get here in time?" Liara asked, Shepard was about to respond when a massive explosion sent her into Shepard, who caught her and turned as the screen behind him cut out in a storm of static.
"Don't worry," he said and grabbed a fire extinguisher, "The Alliance won't abandon us. We just need to hold on. Get everyone to the escape shuttles," he said tossing it to her.
"Joker's still in the cockpit, he won't evacuate," Liara said trying to put out a flame.
Shit, just like Joker to try and go down with the ship, Shepard thought as he tried to repair a panel that had blown off.
"And I'm not leaving either," she said looking back at him and after a moment tossed the fire extinguisher aside realizing how futile an effort it was.
Shepard paused, "Liara, get to the shuttles, now isn't the time to argue, please," he said grabbing her arm and she looked into his visor. "I'll get Joker out of here, just go, get who you can out," Shepard said.
Liara looked at him for a long moment before another explosion behind them snapped her out of her gaze, "Shepard…" she said as he walked back to fix another panel.
"Liara, please…go," he said desperately. She stood there a moment before nodding and running back to round up everyone he could. Shepard stood still also realizing this could be it.
"No! No it's not," he said defiantly and slammed the panel closed before hitting the holoscreen and activating the beacon.
Another explosion rocked the ship and Shepard turned as he heard escape shuttles launching, hopefully the miniature stealth fields on the shuttles would be strong enough to elude the attacking ships sensors. He ran to go get Joker.
AN: sorry if this is off to a sketchy start but i promise i'll try to make it a bit better in the future, i kinda lost where i was going or how i was gonna do this about halfway through, just think of this as something of a prologue alright. i'm certain there are 500% better x-overs than this so far but just trust me a bit, anyway please leave me a review if you're interested i'm sure some of you might not be but that's to be expected.
