Author's Note: This is my first story, so umm go me. I don't mind criticism but please give constructive criticism, I do want to get better. Anyway, this is somewhat as a crossover and as the Halo part will take a backseat for a little while. Updates will come as fast as I can write, check grammar, write, and check grammar again. Onto the story then, oh and for legal reasons, I don't own anything; Destiny and Halo are owned by 343 Studious and Bungie.

Edit 5/2/2017 I`m still TheGuardian23, I got locked out of the account and I can't get it back. In other news I`m accepting OCs the only thing is they can't have beaten any Raid, any weapons that you get from it, and Exotics that you can only have one of such as Thorn, Last Word, etc. Please follow in game rules such as only one exotic in each column. Remember feedback is appreciated.

Italics- Is someone thinking. Example "Shit." Someone thought

"Alright men, we have a simple recon and sweep mission," said Spartan 474 sitting down inside the Pelican, holding his helmet to his side, while every else had their helmets on. Spartan 474 had ghost white skin, with short jet black hair, dark blues eyes that seemed to analyze anything in its path, and find it's weakness, while a scar ran diagonally from the left of his head, to the right of his check. "We're going to land about 5 miles east of our target destination. Spartan S9694 and S7352 You`ll stay with the Pelican to guard it. Spartan A303 and Spartan B212 you're with me, we're going to scout the Perimeter around the crater Tycho."

A chorus of "Sir Yes Sir!" Rang through the Pelican. The pilot then called out from the cockpit.

"Five minutes till touch down boys."

"You heard the lady." said Spartan B292. "Time to get your asses in gear!" With that final checks on grenades and ammo were being made.

"Hey Lt." Said Spartan 9694 as he checked his SRS99C-S2 AMB Magazines. "Why is High Command making us wear old ODST armor and not our Spartan armor?"

"Because." Started Spartan B292 as he stopped checking his ammo and looked at the Spartan sitting across from him. "If the mission goes sour and we're on the moon any government in the world could pick it up and try to reverse engineer the armor and make their own versions."

"Oh, come on Lt, nothin bad is going to happen to us. We're unstoppable." Spartan A303 arrogantly said as he lightly punched Spartan's 9694 let arm. "Besides, we could get a retrieval team before any government space team could get here."

"It doesn't matter, we have a mission that needs to be completed."

"But still." replied Spartan A303.

"Thirty seconds till touch down!" yelled the pilot.

"Alright, men make sure your gravity boots are on." Spartan B292 said, as he put on his helmet. The pelican began to slow down and slowly landed vertically on the moon's surface. When the door started opened to, the Spartan team pointed their weapons at the door, just in case there were any hostiles outside ready to ambush them. When the door was fully opened, everyone got out of the Pelican in a quick and quiet manner. Spartan 9694 took the ladder to the top of the Pelican, while Spartan 7352 took to patrolling the sides of the Pelican.

Before Spartan B292 left the Pelican, he touched Spartan's 7352's left shoulder. "If we aren't back in Five hours, check in with us. If no one responds assume the worse and leave."

"Yes sir." replied Spartan 7352 as he nodded. With that Spartan B292, A303, and B212 headed East towards Tycho Crater.

"So, boss, what are we looking for?" asked Spartan B212 through the helmet coms.

"I was only told that enemies might be digging around here." replied Spartan B292 as he continued looking forward.

"For what?"

"Prototypes of satellites."

"Why would Command crashed the satellites on the moon in a crater?"

"I don't know, and I really don't care." With that the scouting party was silent for the rest of the trip. When they got to the crater, the only thing the party saw was a graveyard of broken metal and wires. Spartan 666 sighed "It's going to take us hours to search this whole thing." He said to himself.

"Alright guys go to your locations and we'll meet up in the middle." Spartan B292 said to the group in a commanding voice.

"Roger." said Spartan A303.

"Understood." said B212, and with that Spartan B212 went left inside the crater, while Spartan A303 went the opposite way, while Spartan 666 went straight down into the crater. After a few minutes of searching Spartan B292's radar showed a red dot then it disappeared, then another one appeared and disappeared. This happened for about five minutes, with Spartan B292 going to the location of the dot that just appeared.

"Hey guys." said Spartan B292 over the coms while walking over to the last dot's location. "I've been getting some enemy hostiles on my radar do you have anything on your side?"

"Yeah, I`ve been seeing movement. But I haven't seen any hostiles, it's kind of weird," replied Spartan B212. "You would think, that you would see someone with all this movement." Then Spartan 7352 came on the coms in a panicky voice.

"Lt we're being ambushed, repeat, we are being-" Then Spartan 7352 Service Tag vanished. After a few second an explosion could be seen, and Spartan 9694, and the Pilot's Service Tag also vanished. Spartan B292 raised the surviving members of his team on the com as fast as he could.

"Guys find cover we are being-" Spartan B292 never finished his sentence as two shots went through his stomach. The last thing he saw was his blood floating in space.