A/N: Hey everyone. I'm a big fan of both Halo and Warframe so I have been cooking this story up for some time now and finally thought: "Why not" and started writing it. Also The Stalker will have access to most but not all of the abilities that he have been reported using in-game. One more thing I'm making up most of his background since he (and generally everything from the past in Warframe) is mostly in complete mystery. Anyway hope you all like it and please leave a review. ;)
The arrival
The Grineer Fleet was not far from Venus, an invading fleet into the Corpus territory and of course the Tenno were getting involved as they always do. Though not to side with any of the two factions they were simply here to retrieve something for Lotus. A orokin power source. Powerful enough to wipe out whole colonies with ease. A part of a Tenno Moon Clan operating in the sector had been alerted. The clan had sent a four-man team, only one of them had any real skills the others were simple trainees that need to master their weapons once more.
Pathetic
The four Lisets cut through the clod voids of space all heading into the midst of the Grineer Gallons without being detected but not even the Tenno were aware of a fifth Liset following them into the fleet, this one colored pitch black with almost glowing red lines. The Stalker followed the death marks that the strongest of them had.
The Stalker watched from his ships as the four Tenno landed on the hull of one of the gallons and nicely cut the armor away so they could crawl in and infiltrate the massive warship. The Stalker didn't need such methods. In a puff of black smoke he disappeared from his ship and appeared in the middle of hallway, his bow at the ready. A yelp came from behind him and he turned to greet the choked Grineer crewman. The crewman turned to run but an arrow ripped his head off before he could even take a step. The Stalker walked past the body of the crewman, a pool of blood forming in front of it as blood spilled from where the neck once had been. The door at the end of the hallway opened automatically when he got near it but stopped and looked at the head with his arrow through it hanging just next to it. He took hold of the arrow and ripped it out. He needed to preserve his arrows for the Tenno after all. He went through the door and it closed behind him.
Finding the Tennos wasn't very hard, the alarms almost pin pointed their position, and the Stalker had no problem listening in on the Grineer soldiers without being seen or heard. The Stalker finally found his pray. They had forced their way into the room where the Grineer stored the orokin power source. The room was swarming with Grineer and more was pouring in from the side corridors. This was where the Stalker chose to strike.
"Tennos, your crimes are uncountable. You must be punished for all the innocent lives you have taken. Death will be your payment and I have come to collect it." The Stalker whispered into the Tennos minds as he appeared in puff of smoke, surprising the Grinners around him. The Grineers were torn apart as the Stalker swung his scythe around himself, blood and body parts landing everywhere on the floor and walls. The Stalker broke into a sprint heading straight for the nearest Tenno. The Stalker found his first target a lone Excalibur that had been too cocky and went on his own. It was clearly not the one with the death mark. The Tenno took a more aggressive stance as soon as he spotted the Stalker rushing straight at him. The Tenno took aim with his Braton and fired at the Stalker who dodged with ease and the few bullets that hit home did little to his strong energy shield. The Stalker grabbed one of his despair knifes and threw it, cutting straight through the Excalibur's weak shield and into his right upper arm. The Tenno let go of his primary weapon and tried get the small knife out of his arm but had to dodge the large scythe in the last second, the scythes blade digging deep into the metal floor. The Excalibur recovered fast and launched himself into a slash dash only to hit thin air as the Stalker had flipped backwards out the attack's deadly path. The Stalker quickly followed up a swing of the scythe aimed at the confused Excalibur's head. The head hit the floor with a thud and the body collapsed unto the floor joining the pile of twisted, bloody Grineer bodies. The Stalker saw something out of the corner of his eyes rushing towards him. He barely dodged the arrow rushing through the air where his head had been only a second ago. He turned to see who had dared to shoot at him and two other Tennos, the last two trainees, A Loki and a Rhino. The Stalker allowed himself a small smile as he mockingly challenged the two for a fight, the two, fueled by the thirst for revenge, accepted.
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The Stalker walked the last part of the way up to the Grineer container that stored the orokin power source and found his real target, an Ember Prime. On the floor next to her was a small metallic suitcase, the orokin power source was probably stored in that one, and in her hands rested a Reaper Prime. Her head titled to one side. An unspoken question.
What have you done my comrades?
I killed them all. The Stalker mentally whispered, his voice emotionless.
The Stalker showed the Ember the obliquely cut half of the Loki's head he had hidden behind his back. The Ember Prime was disgusted by the Stalkers actions if the body language was anything to go by, but that soon turned into burning rage, literally burning. Flames and fire sprung up everywhere as her World On Fire slowly powered up to unleash its wrath upon the Stalker and everyone else unfortunate enough to be inside the room and beyond. The Grineers screamed in agony as they burned to death in mere seconds, the computers and other equipment exploded with large sparks as their hardware burst from the overheated air. An almost unearthly scream of anger escaped the Ember Primes throat, almost rivaling that of a Valkyr, and charged at the Stalker who was already busy jumping for his dear life from the small pillars of flames that erupted from the floor underneath him as if they had a mind of their own. The Stalker parried the Ember Primes strike only to have to throw himself back to save himself from a new pillar of deadly fire. The Ember Prime rushed straight through the flames, not taking any damage for the lethal flames as she swung the Reaper Prime at him once more. He managed to push the Reaper aside with his Hate and managed to deliver an elbow into her guts before having to retreat from the almost living flames once more. The Ember Prime recovered and prepared a fireball but was hit by the Stalkers Slash Dash. The powerful slash didn't kill her but she was sent through the air, the fireball launching from her hand straight at the metallic suitcase. The suitcase exploded with the orokin power source inside. The immense amounts of energy was released and shock wave blew out all the flames and the warframe users was sent into a wall each, hanging there for a few minutes, both of them nearly getting crushed and turned into bloody plumbs from the pressure. The shock wave died down and the two combatants fell to the floor. The Stalker was about to get back on his feet, still holding on to his Hate, when an implosion from where the power source had detonated. A black hole appeared and began to suck in everything that wasn't nailed down. The Stalker desperately smashed the blade of his scythe into the floor but the only effect it had was craving a deep rift in the metal floor until the weapon got loose and he was sucked feet first into the black hole.
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Year: 2551 May 4
Taking fire!
We're getting slaughtered out here!
Where's our reinforcement!
We're falling back to delta, Alpha is lost repeat alpha is lost!
The covenants are everywhere!
We're cut off, taking fire from all sides!
The Situation on the ONI Research facility located on a large asteroid at the edge of known human space was under heavy attack from a covenant assault fleet. Spirits, Phantoms and Banshees swarmed around the asteroid, deploying troops or providing aerial fire support wherever they could. Human corpses littered the hallways both marines and civilians alike, no one were spared. The human soldiers fought desperately but in the end in vain against the both technological and numerous superior Covenant.
"Come on, hurry up!" yelled a scientist while he pushed a mobile cryotube further down the hallway, away from the fighting that was slowly but surely pushing towards them, a few other civilians were carrying a large box it content unknown to them. "We need to get this out of here. It's too valuable to leave it to the cove..."
The scientist was hit by four needles through the back, he dropped dead almost instantly. The marines escorting them turned to fire at the covenant advance team that had found them. Bullets and plasma fire was exchanged between the two groups. The marines managed to deal with the grunts without much trouble however the elites were a whole other story. The Elites were fast-moving with deadly precision and the blood thirst of a dark god, the human's numbers were quickly dwindling. A stray plasma bolt hit the cryotubes control panel, unintentionally starting up heating program. The hatch to the tube opened up and its content fell out unto the metal plated floor.
The Stalker felt himself coming back to consciousness, he tried to stand up but his limps felt weak and his vision was blurry. He shook his head. He looked up at the sound of battle and people dying. He was met with a view to the covenant forces pushing forwards. He looked to his sides, seeing humans slowly retreating while trying to halt the covenants advance.
What's happening? Where am I? The Stalker thought to himself. Blast of plasma hit him square in the chest, his shields absorbing it but still made him stumble back a few steps.
Alright those guys have it coming now. He reached for his Despair knifes only to find that they were missing. Choked he reached behind his back, searching for his bow, arrows and scythe, only find that they were missing too. Where are all my weapons? The Stalker looked around until he spotted the box. Maybe there? He reached for the box only to have to pull back from another blast of plasma.
Pricks
He used Smoke Screen to hide himself in the smoke. The covenants were taken aback at the sudden smoke cloud that hindered their view at the humans. A sound of steel swinging through the air was heard from within the smoke and the covenants prepared for anything. Three knifes rushed out of the smoke cloud and buried themselves into the heads of two jackals and an elite, all three dropping dead instantly. The rest of the advance team didn't have time to react to their sudden fallen before the black figure of the Stalker came sprinting out of the smoke, straight at the group of aliens. The covenants took aim and all were about to pull the trigger when the Stalker became a blur of black and red. The moment the Stalker was behind the aliens having used Slash Dash to cut his way through the middle of the alien's ranks. Meanwhile the smoke was clearing allowing the remaining humans to see what was happening in front of them. The covenants were frozen in place by fear for this new demon, they could only stand there and look at the demons back as the fear took roots in them. The Stalker turned around, his scythe in hand, and charged at the aliens once more. Blood stains on the wall and body parts were everywhere, the Stalker slashed with such brutality, such savagery… such deep hatred. He UNSC personal could only watch in awe and disgust as the covenants were ripped apart one after the other.
The Stalker breathed out, the last of the covenants having fallen to his blade, and looked at the carnage around him. He had lost himself to his anger for a brief moment, a memory from the old time during the orokin era, before the Tenno destroyed everything. A sudden sting of pain dug its way into his skull, he grabbed his head with both hand, letting go of his weapon to do so. Old memories resurfacing, images and sounds of a great betrayal, the day the Tenno destroyed the empire of man. Ruined cities and the blood of the innocent flooding the cities ruined streets of a now long forgotten age.
No! Stop it! The pain… I can't take it… so much pain… I-it hurts so much.
A hand rested itself on his shoulder, bringing him out of the dark and painful memories and he looked up to the owner of the hand. Standing by his side stood one of the marines, a concerned and a bit fearful expression on his face. "A-are you alright buddy?" A small smile crossed the marine's lips. The Stalker stared at the soldier for a long time with his creepy helmet, the marine getting more and more nervous by the second, before he nodded his head a few times slowly.
Y-yeah. The mental voice reached all the humans. The humans were surprised and looked around to locate the source and after a few minutes they all realized that it had come from the Stalker. The voice had felt heavy, like it was weighted down by eons of sorrow and old hatred but among all that was a spark of gratitude and confusion. I-I'm fine now… Thank you.
It was first now that the Stalker realized that he was on his knees, the multicolored mix of the alien's blood painting his armored legs. He got back up on his feet and picked up his large scythe from the floor. He felt confused. Emotions long forgotten after thousands of years of battle were awakening from deepest and blackest pit inside him. Why were they awakening now? Was it because of the comfort from that soldier? It must have been. He felt… proud… almost happy that someone relayed on him once more... it felt good.
Are there any more of those things around here? He asked the marine next to him, his voice still heavy but now with a sudden spring of concern. The marine nodded his head.
"Yes lots of them." The Stalker placed his scythe on his back and pulled out his bow.
Then I will take care of them all. Alert everyone else about my presence and that I'm an ally
He began walking away from the group of humans, the way the Covenant advance force had come from.
"Wait!" The marine called out, the Stalker stopped and turned half way around to look at the soldier. "W-who are you?" He asked.
I'm the Stalker, I will be the dread of our enemies, and I'm the bringer of their despair for I'm a manifestation of hate
With that said the Stalker turned around again and sprinted down the hallway with great speed. He smiled to himself. It wasn't a sinister or evil smile that been the only smile he had known for untold millennia but one of happiness. He didn't know why only that he need to protect it and that he wouldn't let go of it again.
