Author's note: Halo crossover Star fox. Please comment on my writing skills.

Author's note: Yo guys, thanks for reading my story. I'm a wannabe writer and I hope to be able to write (and hopefully publish) a fantasy book within the next 2 years. I'll be mostly writing about sci-fi and fantasy stuff and crossovers (This crossover is Halo and Star Fox). Hey, if I wanna practice writing, may as well have fun right? So please review my writing skills (Ignore any small plot holes like wrong names of guns or that Fox is gay and Master-Chief is Japanese). Depending on the story's reception, I may expand it so for now I'll keep the story to 2 chapters at the very least. Enjoy!

(P.S I'm 16 so go easy on me)

UNSC Calendar 2553 April 29th Cairo Station

A dark silhouette stood against the warm pool of amber and cyan light which poured through a wide rectangular window. The figure sighed; deep resignation reigned in his voice. A grand wooden desk lay in the middle of the room, its surface littered with piles of files and paper. Surrounding it were numerous computers and holographic screens depicting maps of planets and star systems. A faint glow emanated from them, tinting the furniture in the room with a light shade of blue. Suddenly, two sharp knocks broke the silence of the office.

"Enter." the figure rumbled in a hoarse voice.The doors slid open and Admiral Harper hobbled in, one hand clutched on a walking stick while the other delicately balancing two mugs of coffee on a file.

The figure spun around, revealing him to be Fleet Admiral Terence Hood, albeit a much older looking one. Thick dark lines were etched across his forehead and his cobalt eyes now seemed weary and listless.

"Harper!" exclaimed Admiral Hood in surprise, "I thought you were still recovering in hospital?"

"I was Sir, but I guess I recovered faster than expected." replied Harper, settling himself into an armchair and laying the file and the two mugs on the desk.

"It's good to see you back," chuckled Admiral Hood, a faint smile appearing on his face.

"Well, I may be able to add to that smile Sir." grinned Harper, "We have received some very…ahh.. interesting reports of late. Help yourself to the coffee by the way." With that, he gestured to the file on the desk.

Admiral Hood frowned as he gazed at the thick file.

"Great, more reports. I've seen enough of them to last a lifetime. Just brief me what your news is all about," replied the Admiral, as he helped himself to the coffee.

"I think this should clear things up." said Harper. His hands dug deep into his side pockets and from it's depth he retrieved a flat metallic disk. Harper carefully lowered the device onto the desk and tapped a small button located on its side. Immediately, a holographic map sprang up. It was a map of all territories belonging to the UNSC prior to the Covenant invasion.

Admiral Hood did a double take and spluttered on his coffee as he looked at the map. In the centre of the map where Earth's solar system was, was a dense sea of green, which represented the UNSC. The red areas represented the remaining Covenant forces. However, instead of the angry ring of crimson red which once encircled them, there was nothing. Grey patches now dominated the Outer Colonies instead of red.

"My god…" muttered Admiral Hood, "Are you sure there weren't any mistakes?"

"Doubt so Sir," replied Harper "All our scouting ships and scans point to the same fact, the Covenant are gone."

Admiral Hood rubbed his cheeks thoughtfully as he squinted at the map, as if to assure himself he wasn't seeing things.

"Could be a trap," the admiral mused darkly "They could be planning a counter attack."

"That's plausible Sir, the retreat seemed highly organized. Seems like there's some form of leadership involved here." said Harper "However, it's also likely that the Covenant has simply broken apart and all those different alien races are going their own ways."

"Has Arbiter been informed?" queried Admiral Hood.

"We're attempting to establish communication with him Sir, but I believe he and his fleet have left the range of our communication network." Harper said.

Admiral Hood sighed and took a long draught from his mug.

"Well, I'll still like some scouting ships sent out to look for the Covenant. I've got a bad feeling about this" said the admiral, his blue eyes peering over the edge of his cup.

"Will do Sir." replied Harper somewhat cheerfully, "Still, better out than in eh?"

"Cheers to that," chortled Admiral Hood as he raised his mug.

Cornerian Calendar 6032th Cycle May 20th Lylat system Outskirts

The interior of the spaceship was deadly quiet, safe for the whirl of the computers and a low snore which drifted from the pilot's chair. A blanket had been draped over the sleeping pilot, hiding his body under its warm interiors. A helmet rested on his body and it bobbled slowly and steadily up and down; in tune to the pilot's rhythmic breathing.

Suddenly, a shrill beeping noise filled the air. It reverberated throughout the cockpit, loudly. With a grunt, the pilot sprang up from beneath the blankets. His helmet slipped off him and landed on the floor with a clang. The pilot blinked and rubbed the sleep from his eyes with a paw; the pilot was a raccoon. With a yawn, he peered at the scanner's screen for a closer look. There was a flashing red dot on his screen, alerting him to the presence of another ship. The raccoon pressed his head-set closer to his ears and spoke in a husky voice, "This is the Cornerian Defense Force, please identify yourself."

No answer. The pilot shuddered; his paws were already nervously fingering the laser triggers. Though it was the aftermath of the Aparaoid invasion and Venomian war, there were still a great many evil things lurking about in the gloom of space. "Why the hell did I volunteer for this?" wondered the pilot. He could still recall agreeing excitedly to a volunteer mission to scout the Lylat system outskirts. Though the Aparoid invasion was over, the chaos left in its wake left many places lawless and without a sufficient military presence. Crooks and killers alike festered in the outlying areas in the Lylat system where the army was non-existent. As for the raccoon, he was a rookie pilot who had just joined the air force and was eager for his share of action.

"I repeat, this is the Cornerian Defense Force. Identify yourself or I will fire!" the pilot boomed in what he hoped was a brave voice.

Still silence. The raccoon deftly jabbed a glowing button on his control panel and a holographic screen popped out in front of him. A reticule materialized on the screen and automatically locked on onto the unknown ship, which was still out of visibility range. With a gulp, the raccoon jerked his thruster forwards. His fighter responded and inched its way forward, venturing ever closer towards it.

Upon reaching it, a gasp escaped the raccoon's mouth. The ship was unlike anything he had ever seen. Intricate purple veins ran along its side and it possessed a sleek grey and violet exterior. It was shaped like a tear drop, save for its piscine front. The raccoon gawked at the spaceship for a moment, marveling its unique design. Hesitantly, he decided to contact it once more.

"Please identify yourself, the…" before the raccoon finished his speech however, a blinding cyan bolt burst forth from the ship and struck his own at the wing. His fighter jerked violently and groaned in protest. In a flash, the raccoon squeezed the trigger on his thruster. Two laser bolts erupted from his fighter and screamed towards the hostile spacecraft. That did no good however, the laser exploded in a fury of light before making contact with the ship.

"Just what I feared, the bugger has a shield on" the raccoon exclaimed. His ship possessed no shield as it was merely meant for scouting purposes. He hastily steered his fighter around, eager to escape the menace which lay behind him. However, the enemy spacecraft wasn't done yet. It continued its pursuit, all the while releasing sporadic blasts of plasma. At that instant, a blinding flash of white light erupted somewhere behind them. A shimmering portal emerged from its place. From within, a few wavering shadows appeared in the middle of the portal. The shadows grew larger and larger until without warning, a massive battleship burst forth. Intimidating guns lined its sides and just like the spacecraft the raccoon encountered, it too had delicate veins of purple running along its side and underbelly. Another ship emerged after it, followed by another, then another. An ominous air foreboded them.

The raccoon's fighter was in dire straits. Its left wing and fuel line had been shot and the ship was not going to last much longer. Yet, the hostile spaceship was still hot on his tail, aggressively pelting his fighter with plasma. The raccoon also dared not head for any nearby space outposts in fear of leading this alien fleet towards his home-world.

"This is it, I'm dead." The pilot thought, tears brewing at the corner of his eyes. His eyes darted towards a photo of his parents pinned on the wall. Memories and thoughts whizzed through his mind, he saw a flashback of his tenth birthday…loosing his sister to the Aparoid invasion…arguing with his father over his decision to join the army…running away from home to join the Cornerian Defense Force. And then, something miraculous happened. The enemy spacecraft was gone. The raccoon stared at his scanner, but all he saw was a blank. There was nothing out there.

He frowned suspiciously. He steered his fighter around and ventured cautiously to where the enemy spaceship once was. All he found were a few floating chunks of twisted metal and other space debris which visibly came from his attacker.

"Something destroyed it" the raccoon wondered out aloud.

However, he could not dwell for long on his good fortune. His ship was badly mauled and he needed repairs; fast. The raccoon hurriedly pushed his ship onwards for the nearest outpost and wondered how the Cornerian army would react to his news.

UNSC 2553 May 20th Approx 0.8 Light-years from Harvest

"This is Pilot Jackson, no enemy activity spotted over," Jackson droned listlessly over his mouthpiece. He stretched his arms into the air and stifled a loud yawn before resting his hands behind his head.

"This is killing me," complained Co-Pilot Rick "It's been like three weeks of roaming around empty space with nothing to kill but time." He absent mindedly tapped the spaceship's side boards, his face looking very sour.

"Quit whining," grunted Jackson as he furrowed his eyebrows and stared out of the cockpit window. He hated having Rick as a co-pilot but with a scouting mission on such short notice, good crew members were hard to snag.

Rick rolled his eyes and slumped back onto his seat. Jackson caught Rick's sarcastic response in the reflection of the cockpit window and frowned. "Stupid rookies," he thought quietly to himself.

He hated to admit Rick was right but he was. It had indeed been a boring three weeks. Their daily routine was to venture around their carriers, usually going great distances at a time and spending up to two days on each patrol. It was uncomfortable to remain cooped up in their cramped cockpit. And with little privacy and bland nutrition cubes which consisted of their diet, tensions rang high. Despite the flaws in their living standards however, they were admittedly commanding a state of the art spaceship.

It was a proto-type stealth ship, capable of morphing its colors to suit its background and hence, becoming invisible. Radars and scanners also had no effect on this fighter and it was almost soundless when flying, though that made little difference in space. The UNSC Broadsword it was called and it was designated for scouting missions or as a stealth bomber.

Vanquishing their boredom however, was a sudden beeping noise which filled the cockpit. Both Rick and Jackson gave a start. "Seems like we have two unknown ships Sir," Rick said as he peered intently into his scanner, "I'll run a detailed scan on them before we move in"

"Well?" asked Jackson after a moment or two. Rick scratched his head and began, "Weird. We have one Covenant Seraph-Class ship…the other is unknown...seems like they're engaged in combat."

Jackson weighed his options, he could contact the carrier to request back-up or he could intervene. "Looks like a stray Covenant fighter," mused Jackson, "But it shouldn't be too difficult for our stealth ship to handle,"

"C'mon Sir! Let's give it to the Covenant!" Rick piped up excitedly, the prospect of a dogfight greatly raising his morale.

"Shut it," growled Jackson, "We will fight, but we're going in invisible."

"But Sir, why not engage them in open combat? It'll be more…" Rick started again, before the pilot cut him off. "More fun? If you're here for fun, then please, leave the UNSC navy." barked Jackson. Rick fell silent, eyeing his superior with intense dislike.

Jackson tapped a button which brought out a holographic screen and on it jabbed the option labeled "Cloaking". Instantaneously, the ship seemingly disappeared. Jackson urged the thrusters forward and the fighter darted with due haste towards the ongoing battle.

"Rick, give me an update on both ship's status," ordered Jackson. With a click, Jackson flipped the safety for his missile launchers off and groped the missile triggers which were built onto the thruster's side. The missiles were ASGM-12 missiles, upgraded from the older ASGM-10 missiles to have a harder punch, and most importantly undetectable on a scanner.

"The Seraph has received zero damage while the unknown ship has sustained severe damage to its left wing and fuel line," replied Rick as he busily tapped into his keyboard.

"Roger that," said Jackson. He squeezed the triggers and two missiles erupted from somewhere beneath the fighter. They streaked dead-on towards their target. Jackson stared intently at his scanner. The two missiles were visible on his screen as they had a tracking dot which transmitted their position to their ship. They inched closer and closer to the Seraph fighter until finally, the fighter disappeared from his screen as the two missiles converged upon it. Rick gave a low whistle. "Nice shot Sir!" he complimented.

"For the first time, you said the right thing." grunted Jackson, though a smile broke out across his visage. He cracked his knuckles and decided to move the fighter in for a closer look and to inspect the unknown ship.

"Should we contact the unknown ship Sir?" asked Rick, one hand already prepared to tap the button to switch their communicator to an open channel.

"Negative, that guy could be hostile. It's likely the Covenant broke up so we may be facing fighters of different alien races, but all of them are enemies to us." replied Jackson.

Their ship finally approached the wrecked remains of the Seraph fighter. The unknown ship however, had vanished off. "Rick, do you have the last known position of that guy?" asked Jackson as he scrutinized the debris of the Seraph from behind his cockpit window.

"Yes Sir, universal coordinates are 789A234N007L," Rick rattled off the numbers in a single breath, "Should I message the numbers to HQ and inform them about our encounter?"

"Do it," ordered Jackson as he unscrewed the top of his thermos flask and consumed its contents in a single gulp, "We'll let the brass take it from here."