Into the Dark and Forward unto Dawn.
By Chaotix1239
Disclaimer: I do not have the privilege of owning "Percy Jackson and the Olympians" that right belongs to Rick Riordan. Nor do I own "Halo" as that right belongs to
Microsoft and 343 studios. Thank you.
(A.N. This is my first FanFic so please go easy on me, and tell me if you like it. If you don't, please review and offer constructive criticism about how I can make this better and if you are wondering, Percy's Spartan armor includes a Hayabusa helmet, Jump Jet armor on both shoulders, gungnir chest armor, gungnir knee armor with black being the primary color and dark blue the secondary color.
His moment, come and gone, his life, flew by him. His friends, his family and the love of his life betrayed him for another. As his days slowly draw to a close, hope remains. But to earn a second chance and regain a new meaning, he must explore his ancestry and Reach for the stars.
Chapter One: Introduction's (Percy's point of view)
It's funny; you never realize how good you have it until it's gone. Some learn this through losing a precious object, others falling from a life of luxury. I learned this lesson the hard way. I lost my life, my purpose. I defeated the evil, protected the good, gave it my all. And what do I get in return? I got stabbed in the back, betrayed by the people I trusted. Cast away like a second hand object. But worst of all? I was framed for a crime I didn't commit, a crime I would never commit. The murder of my cousin, Nico Di'Angelo.
But that was then and this is now. I traded that life for this one. And I promised myself, "Never again". Every second I travel, every second spent in this seat, aboard this U.N.S.C. warthog, is a second towards a new life. My body tenses with anticipation. And as I look into the blue visor of my black mark VI hayabusa helmet, I can only think. This is my new life, this is who I am.
"Sir, Sir" a marine said, shaking my shoulder, wrenching me out of my painful memories, "We have reached our destination".
As I stepped out of the warthog, I instantly surveyed my settings. A dirt path carved it's way through the base. Buildings, including a command center and a barracks, lined the road. A couple of warthogs were parked outside a two-story garage, farther down the road I could see a Hexagonal, two story building. My mission objective was painted over it and I thought, "Almost there, my new world, the start of my new life."
As I walked towards the objective, I caught many people staring at me, some with awe and respect, others, dumbfounded. Most with a look of jealousy and loathing. But I ignored them all. As I got closer, I noticed pair of Falcons, undergoing diagnostics scans and basic functions, their pilots sitting patiently in their cockpits. A sniper, Spartan that I was sure of, sat on the skids of the bird. She wore green scout sniper armor, a three was on her left collar. She was absorbed in patiently reloading the magazine of a sniper rifle; said rifle was propped up on her left. As I walked past, she looked up, regarded me, did a subtle "double take" then went back to her task. As I neared the entrance I stopped and gathered my thoughts. This is it, all this training; all the time I put in has lead up to this moment. It's now or never. But I won't back down, not when I'm this close. I won't lose again.
I entered the base and surveyed my surroundings and knew I had just stepped into the middle of a briefing. A laptop sat on a rectangular table in the middle of the room. Tables lined the sides of the room, one of which was covered with poker cards. But what made my first impression was the inhabitants. Five Spartans sat at various tables, focusing on various tasks, not really paying attention to the briefing, as they knew the chief would personally retell the briefing to them later. As soon as I stepped into the room all eyes turned to me, but before I could introduce myself a hand stopped me. It's owner turned to the one man actually paying attention at the briefing and said quietly "Commander".
From that moment I knew I had their full attention. The man on the computer, who my visor quickly identified as Colonel Holland, turned to the commander and stated quickly "Well I better leave you to introductions, I want that relay online and functional by dinner tonight and a report on my desk tomorrow, Commander. Holland out." The commander closed the computer.
"Well don't just stand there", the commander spat, "spit it out, who are you." I honestly don't know anymore but I saluted and replied "Sir Noble six, here to serve with noble team, Sir."
"That's a mouthful" a Spartan muttered "Got a call sign?"
"Sir, Shadow, Sir." I stated, thinking the name fit perfectly, a shadow of my old self. "Fitting" the Spartan who stopped me, whom I realized was a girl, muttered. "Welcome to the team Shadow, now listen up. We lost contact with Visegrad relay a while ago and sent the marines to investigate. We just lost contact. At 0600 hours P.M. we set out, fix the relay, locate the missing troupers and find out the cause of this mess. Dismissed."
I walked up to the commander and shock his hand. "Welcome to Noble."
"It's an honor sir."
That's "Kat"; He pointed to the girl that stopped me, who was now shuffling out the door with the rest of the Spartans. She wore sky blue air assault armor with a two on it and a tack pad adorned her wrist. "Emile"; he gestured to a man waiting at the door, wearing red and green armor covered in various utilities and a kukri knife hung on his left shoulder next to a number four. His E.V.A. helmet was carved with what looked like a skull. "Jorge"; he gestured to a mountain of a man, 6 ft 11in at least, covered in yellow E.O.D. armor with a five on it, with a helmet fully encased in a blast shield. "2, 4, and 5. As for me, I'm Carter, noble one." He gestured to himself. He wore navy blue commando armor and had the pose of a sword fighter; relaxed yet vigilant, ready to spring at the first sign of trouble. "Don't forget," he ordered as we made or way out the door, to where 4 and the sniper were. Like I would ever forget it, I'm not going to screw this up like last time. "I read your file kid, even the stuff the "Spooks" didn't want me two. Glad to have your skillset, but that lone wolf stuff stays behind."
"This our new number six?" the sniper asked?
"Yes this is Shadow, noble six, this is June, Noble 3."
"Welcome to Reach."
'Well the start if my new life' I thought as the helicopter lifted of, and this time, I won't back down. This time, I'm prepared. This time, I make my own path. I'll make you proud dad.'
Far up into the heaven's, Chaos, the creator watched. "I know you will." He whispered.
A.N. And that's a rap! I had this story in my head for ages, so I took it from the head and put it on paper! Please review, if you like say why and if you don't, offer constructive criticism saying why. I'll update in one two or three weeks, (maybe sooner, depending on reviews). By the way, I am very sorry but I have posted this before, but someone hacked my file and deleted the story. So I changed my name from Chaotix1239 to Ipods-and-Buds-1239. Sorry for the incident and sorry to my old readers. Thank you!