Hello, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, dragons of all ages. First I would like to point out that Semi-inspiration for this came from How to train your Dragon: 2015 by Disneyanime91. This story pretty much just all the characters and events from HTTYD set in the Halo universe. Is the story Predictable? Yes...and no. I have made some alterations with both characters and plot, but nothing major.

In some alternate, parallel dimension, I own both How to train your Dragon and Halo. This (unfortunately) is not that dimension.

This is Berk. It's 12 hundred light years from a black hole and several days travel to the edge of the galaxy. UNSC installation 117. In a word, sturdy. It's been here for 7 generations, and every piece of tech is new. We have fishing, hunting, and extremely lovely sunsets. The only problem is the enemy. Some people have other countries or animals. We have, Covenant.

The installation is lit up with fiery explosions and plasma blasts. Large soldiers in heavy armor run through the base and start taking up defensive positions. They return fire with a storm of bullets cutting through the enemies front lines. The enemy is quick to retreat though, and start bringing in heavier artillery.

Ever since the war with the Covenant began, Berk has become the unsung frontline of the war. They viciously outnumber us, their weaponry is far superior, and they are very aggressive. Most soldiers would retreat. Not us. We're Spartans. We have stubbornness issues.

I'm Sargent Hiccup-200. A "true warrior's name" I know, but when your on the edge of the galaxy and have tons of soldiers, names are slim pickings. Course mine's not the worst. The commanders believe different names will prevent us from getting mixed up in the battlefield. I bet it just makes it easier to find us in their records. If you're wondering about my rank. While though I'm still just a teenager, being a Spartan does have it's advantages.

I grab my helmet and put it on as I rush out of my quarters and into the firefight. I take cover as a Banshee flys overhead and fires its fuel rod cannon at a small weapon depot nearby. We had many of these small depots so that soldiers would, ideally, always have weapons and ammo nearby. I got up and began running for the armory before getting pulled out of the way from a Wraith's plasma mortar blast. I look up to see a Spartan bigger than everyone else with green and black armor holding me by the armored plate on my back.

"Hiccup. What are you doing out here? What is he doi...? Get to the armory." He says before letting me go and pushing me towards my post.

I had been saved by General Stoick, leader of this installation. People say he destroyed a Wraith with his bare hands when he was just a rookie. Do I believe it?

The general picks up a plasma grenade and sticks a Banshee on its engine causing it to explode.

Yes I do.

I make my way for the armory. When I finally get there Colonel Gobber is already yelling orders for me. He had been trained to run the armory and still did with great effiency, even after he lost his arm and leg. They were now replaced by robotic prosthetics. His arm could even transform itself into a close range weapon.

"Well what took you so long. I thought you'd been captured."

"Who me? No, I'm way to tough for them. How would they even get a hand on all this?" I said flexing muscles, which were smaller than everyone else's.

"Well, they could just grab you." He said with sarcasm, but it was all too true. I may be a genetically enhanced soldier, but they were still stronger than I was.

Outside, the Covenant were being held back, barely. The General was resupplying his ammo and giving orders at the same time.

"Send more men to the western flank. We'll counter attack from the north with the Scorpions."

I went to the window to hand out ammo and weapons just as my squad ran by. I'm still in training so Spartans have to work in squads before given the option to go solo. I unfortunately was at the bottom of that squad. They were running towards one of the larger ammo depots that had caught on fire. It was their job to put it out.

There's Corporal Fishlegs-196, the tech savvy enemy intel specialist. The twins, Privates Ruffnut-197 and Tuffnut-198. Corporal Snotlout-199, my cousin the muscle man with very little brains. And finally...

The ammo depot explodes to silhouette probably the only Spartan who wasn't wearing their helmet. A teenage girl about Hiccup's age with long blonde hair tied in a braid and bangs that covered her left ocean blue eye.

Captain Astrid-201. Team leader, Combat Specialist, and easily the most beautiful girl in the universe. She had gotten her advanced promotion from being the best in any combat situation. Of course having personal training from the Master Cheif John-117 doesn't hurt either.

I can't help but stare at her beauty, losing all acknowledgement of the battle at hand. A soldier who's been asking for a weapon while I stared decides to just reach in and grab one. He then smacks me upside the head with it.

"Get your head out of the clouds."

Before I can retort he runs off into the battle. Everyone's job was so much cooler than mine. I'm about to grab a rocket launcher when...

"Don't even think about it."

I turned to see Gobber still moving around the room. He wasn't even looking at me, but I know how he knew. I had tried the same thing so many times before.

"Oh come on, just let me out. I have to make my mark."

"Oh, you've made plenty of marks. All in the wrong places."

"Please. Just two minutes. I'll kill some Covenant, my life will get instantly better. I might even get a date." Yes, I was a Spartan. Yes, I was a Sargent at the age of 15. But, my life was still miserable.

"You can't aim , you can't fight, you can't even use one of these." he said holding up a small cylinder. Bagger grenades, we developed them in order to capture Covenant alive to interrogate them.

"Yes, but this will throw it for me." I said patting some sort of cannon. The cannon however went off and fired a Bagger through the window. It collided with a soldier and captured him in an electric net. Gobber, was now getting fed up.

"You see. Now this right here is what I'm talking about." It's true, I was an inventor. Half my inventions didn't work though, and the other half ended up destroying half the installation.

"It just has a sensitive trigger, that's all."

"Now look. If you're going to get out there and fight the Covenant, you need to stop all...this." He said, gesturing with his hands.

"You just gestured to all of me."

"Yes, that's it! Stop being all of you."

"Ooohhh."

"Ooh yeah."

"You sir are playing a dangerous game. Keeping all this Raw. Spartaness. Contained. There will be consequences!" I said trying to intimidate him. It was unsuccessful.

"I'll take my chances. Laser. Recharge. Now." he said handing Hiccup a Spartan laser and walking away. Hiccup then took the old model to the recharge station and hooked it up.

One of these days, I'll get out there. Because being a warrior, is everything around here. Out here, the Covenant have been genetically altering their soldiers. Making them faster, tougher, and sometimes (though rarely) smarter. You have your basic Covenant troops: Grunts, Jackels, Elites, Brutes. Hunters are big, killing one or two of them would at least get me noticed. Then you have the genetically enhanced versions.

Power Grunts, or Gronkles, are as tall as humans, though they still run away when you start firing your weapon. Not sure why.

Mega Brutes, or Nightmares, are tough, killing one of those would definitely get me a girlfriend.

Super Jackels, or Nadders, are fast and evasive and carry two of everything for twice the status.

Outside the General rounds up some troops for a foward charge. He stops when he hears a high pitched whistling.

But the ultimate prize is the one no one has ever seen. We believe it to be a genetically enhanced Elite. We call it the...

"Nightfury!"

"Get down." a soldier says that just as an empty turret tower explodes.

This thing is the most dangerous piece in the Covenants army. It's the ultimate sabatour, but it's behavior is strange. This thing never shows itself, never kills anyone, and never misses.

A bright blue bolt flys through the air and hit a empty elephant. Blowing it into pieces.

No one has ever killed a Nightfury. Which is why I'm going to be the first.

"Hiccup. They need me out there," says Gobber grabbing a battle rifle and loading it. "Stay, put, there. You know what I mean. YAAARRRGGGGHHH!" Gobber is not exactly "subtle" in battle.

I watch him run into the battle. When he's out of sight I grab my Bagger cannon and run out into the battle. Leaving the ammo depot unmanned.

I get to one of the few quiet areas and set up my cannon. The cannon powered up and began scanning with a mixture of motion, electro, thermal, and visual scanners. There was a barracks several yards away. It was abandoned for refurbishment. Some of the roof panels were missing. I figured the Nightfury would strike here. It always chose unoccupied buildings.

I didn't have to wait long when a weird looking Banshee uncloaked and landed next to the barracks. The hatch opened, but nothing came out. I watched for a while, I remotely marked the Banshee. The Nightfury could be cloaked, but how was he dodging the other sensors? After another minute a high pitched whistling came from the barracks. The Banshee started taking off and I activated the cannon. The Banshee was cloaked and very high up, before the cannon got a confirmed lock. The barracks blew up in a white and blue inferno just as I fired the cannon, the mix of recoil and shockwave knocking me flat on my back. The bagger grenade hit and the electricity from the net short circuited the Banshee. I could just make out the hatch opening and saw something fall out when the cannon fired again. This time the net hit the falling object and it landed somewhere in the forest. I heard a faint roar as the object crashed into the trees. I had hit a Nightfury!

"Y-yes! I did it! Oh yeah I did it! Did anyone see that?" A Mega Brute blows up my canon with its brute shot as it lands with its jet pack. "Except for you." I say defeated. In my haste I had forgotten to grab a weapon. So, I did one of the things I was best at, run.

So, there's chapter one. Please review. I will try to reply if I'm able and if I can answer any questions. Next update should be in a week.