Halo 4: Rebels
Chapter 1
Dawn
Disclaimer: Halo belongs to 343 industries/Microsoft studios, Star Wars Rebels belongs to Disney. That last one made me want to hurt something.
A/N: Sorry for the delay, but I'm working on rewriting the entire thing. So, I will post this chapter, and take down the others. The reason for this delay is me playing Angry Birds. I have Star Wars II, Transformers, and Stella on my iPhone. If it interests anyone, my favorite characters are Sabine Wren (from Rebels) and Willow (the bird with a big hat). Also watched Midway, Lès Misérables, Cinderella Man, Avengers: Age of Ultron, and Fury (the second had Russell Crowe botch his singing career, while the third had Russell Crowe as a good actor, and the fifth had that asshole Shane from Walking Dead) and went to the east coast of Florida. Also, I have a poll on my profile, take it.
Hyperspace, thirty minutes to edge of known space
1834 (6:34 pm), August 14th, 2556 CE/5 BBY
Inside a small ship, named Ghost by her crew, six rebels prepared themselves for a mission that would make them a bundle. While flying around, they spotted what looked like a distress signal, though its frequency wasn't Imperial. In fact, it didn't match any known bandwidth. This made the crew nervous, as this new contact could attempt to kill them. However, they had no choice. This signal could lead them to a cache of expensive material for Vizago. And, as the Empire was too busy to patrol the frontier, there would be little resistance.
However, the crew members didn't want to take any risks. One crewmember, a Mandalorian girl named Sabine Wren, was making sure her equipment worked. As they didn't know if the ship they were going to board was stable, explosives weren't going to be used. The rest of the crew, meanwhile, were preparing for whatever was on the unknown ship. Entering the cockpit, Sabine sat down with the rest of the crew. In the back row, Sabine and Zeb were sitting down, while Chopper and Ezra stood behind them. Hera and Kanan sat in the pilot and co-pilot seats, respectively.
"Alright guys, Chopper's just decoded the distress signal coming from the ship." Hera said, tapping a few controls on the console. Immediately, an audio log started playing.
"Mayday, mayday. This is UNSC FFG-201 Forward Unto Dawn requesting immediate evac. Survivors aboard. Prioritization code Victor zero five dash three dash Sierra one one seven."
"What are those numbers?" Ezra asked.
"It must be a military ship from the unknown area." Kanan said, the ship slowing down as it exited hyperspace. The first thing they saw was a ship fragment, most likely the aft due to the engines. From what this chunk looked like, the entire ship must have been a dull grey. Faded, white lettering spelled out the ships name, while Sabine looked around for the front half.
"Anyone else notice the lack of a front half?" Zeb asked, echoing the crew's thoughts.
"I may not know every Imperial ship, but I don't think there's a ship that can do this damage." Hera said, maneuvering the Ghost through the debris. Though it was small, the pieces in the field could disable any ship as big as the Ghost. Flying around for a while, they came across an intact hanger bay. It was a few rooms away from an observation deck. Easing the Ghost as carefully as possible, Hera landed the ship in the hanger. As the hanger had open doors, someone would have to close the doors in order to get atmosphere into the hanger. Kanan and Sabine were just getting two suits ready, when the hanger doors started closing. As soon as the doors locked down, they heard the hiss of breathable air through the vents. Opening the loading ramp, the crew was surprised to see that the ships mechanics worked.
"Alright, let's get to work." Kanan said. "Chopper and Ezra, get to work on finding the cargo bay. Sabine, you and I are going to look for survivors."
Walking through the halls, Kanan and Sabine noticed that the ship had been through battle recently. Most of the missile launchers were empty, and most of the weapons lockers were empty. However, Kanan and Sabine noticed that what little weapons that were left were slug throwers. Projectile weapons. Weapons that hadn't seen use since the start of the Clone Wars. This wouldn't get a handful of credits from Vizago. After going through what looked like a barracks, Sabine and Kanan found a small room called 'Cryo bay B'. Entering, they saw rows of glass tubes.
"Keep those blasters steady, Sabine." Kanan said, scanning each of the tubes. Many were empty, though they appeared to be an advanced form of cryogenics. This confused the rebels, as the speed of modern hyperspace drives made them obsolete. Near the end of the hall, the two were surprised when the door slammed shut. Kanan looked around and, seeing no recording devices, used his lightsaber to cut a hole in the room. He and Sabine entered the dark room, only for Kanan to have his wrist broken by an armored fist. Dropping his lightsaber, Kanan felt another armored fist punching his stomach, before being thrown towards Sabine, knocking her down.
"Who are you? Identify yourself." The armored man said. His raspy voice sounded as though he had been in the military. Just as he pulled a dull grey pistol, he cocked his head to the side. After a few seconds, the soldier flipped the safety on, holstered the pistol, and helped the two up.
"I'm Kanan, this is Sabine." Kanan said, holding his hurt wrist. "Who and what are you?"
"Master Chief Petty Officer SPARTAN-117; you can call me Master Chief or Chief." He said, placing two fingers on the side of his head. A few seconds later, a female voice was heard from his helmet speakers.
"I'm Cortana, AI for the United Nations Space Command. If you were to take us to UNSC space, we could pay you." She said, sending a recording of what happened to Hera. After a radio conversation, the group agreed to journey to the nearest UNSC system, or what was left of it.
Epsilon Indi
A/N: Short, I know, but the next will be longer. May the Fourth be with you! Please rock the vote in my poll on my profile.