Summary: Mainly red vs blue and partial Halo crossover. Starts off in the Halo universe, Lord Hood's niece(OC) is kidnapped by human trafficers, and he sends in Master Chief to retrieve her and the many other young adults captured. There is one thing that Hood mentions to John-117 that sets him on edge. No more spoilers from here, but it soon lands in season 1 of RvB. Violence, cursing, and of course the Red and Blue troopers.
I'll place a brief OC info area at the bottom, but that's it. I don't own anything! I'm also running off of what I know from the first four main games. If I get ANYTHING wrong, please tell me!
Lord Hood paced in his office as he waited for theMaster Chief to show, occasionally looking at a picture on his desk. He smiled at the the pair grinning back at him, the younger girl on the man's shoulders. A chime rang throughout the room as the green-clad soldier entered the room. John-117 quickly approched the man, giving a sharp salute. "Sir."
"Master Chief," The Admiral acknowledged, and continued when he saw the taller man relax. "I called you here to run a rescue mission." He paused, waiting for Cortona to reply.
"A rescue mission, what's the occasion? We don't normally run Ops like this," The AI stated, popping up on a nearby holopad, in her normal pose of her hand on her hip.
"This is a special occasion. We've recieved word that a group of human trafficers have nabbed a group of persons with family ties to various officers throughout the galaxy, and there are some that if the enemy uses for their own purposes, well, it could end up a disaster." Lord Hood paused again looking at the picture, his features softening at the image.
"I understand. Consider them returned." Chief replied, waiting to be dismissed. The Admiral turned to look at him, his features hardening again.
"Chief, I believe that you should know about some of these characters. There are a few that have... a very similar training to your own, and are VERY close, and will most likely be planning a way to get off the ship even as we speak. You are just to return them as soon as possible. I'll give Cortana the rest of any information needed. You are free to go." Master Chief nodded and turned to leave. "And Chief?" Hood said as John nearly exited, and he cocked his head. "Watch out for my niece. She can be a bit difficult..." John nodded as he exited the room, the door chiming as it opened and closed behind him.
Lord Terrance Hood sighed as he sat down in his chair, and looked at the picture of his niece. "Charlie, don't do anything stupid."
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Charlie Enola Hood looked between the single guard and a teen across the room. The two began shuffling in random patterns, albeit awkwardly because of their hands tied behind their back, but slowly but surely approached the guard. Charlie sat on the ground, and began the quick process of bringing her hands under the back of her feet, and with a quick glance to her accomplice confirmed they were ready. The two quickly rushed the armed guard, and knocked him into the wall. The boy placed the shorter man in a choke hold, and waited.
When the pair were sure he had paced out, they quickly searched his person. Charlie found pair of keys in the man's pocket, and undid her friend's bonds. "Thanks, Car!" The young adult chirped, as he took the keys to undo Charlie.
"India, nice job. I'll tell your dad how well you're doing, and maybe he'll go a little lighter on you."
India snickered, "Rio? Please. And you go on, I'll get everyone untied." He leaned down and grabbed the various gear off the unconcious man, shoving at the other character.
"Thanks, In. Try and see if you can get an SOS out too. Tell my uncle India Foxtrot," She said, hooking on the few pieces of armor and slunk the assault rifle on her back, gripping the magum. "He'll know what I mean. See ya later," Charlie said, popping out of the room. India shook his head, smiling.
"Crazy girl." He mumbled before turning to the mass of people now facing him. Crap...
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"So get this, the group kidnapped consists of a few nieces and nephews with close ties to higher military personal, most with a naval alphabet name. Charlie, Quebec, Mike, Lima, Hotel... This is insane! And they all went through Spartan III program, but were kept separate as they had family who probably wanted good ratings from them. They also aparentally different from the other Spartan IIIs in various ways- Wait, I'm picking up a feed!" Cortana ranted as the Chief operated the pelican.
"Hello? Helllllo? This is India Del Rio sending out an SOS from aboard an unknown ship in open space. Trace this call back to our location, and again this is India Del Rio sending out an SOS from an unknown ship in open space! If Lord Hood is listening, India Foxtrot!" The transmittion cut out as Cortona began tracing the call.
"Looks like we'd better hurry Chief!" She stated as the ship picked up speed. What does IF mean...?
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Charlie looked around the corner from her crouch, pulling back around the corner as she saw another guard walk in from another hallway. She counted to five before dashing around and bashing the base of the guard's neck. "Sorry, random dude. Duty calls!" She whispered as she drug him deeper into the hallway she just came from, and collected his ammo. She ran forward again, heading down another steel corridor as she stuck to the floor.
She grinned when she saw the door to the bridge as well as the fire alarm next to it. Charlie quickly pulled it and dashed behind a corner. The door soon opened, and she tossed a grenade out in the mass of panicing people, and waited. The explosion shook a little too close for comfort, but she poked her head out none-the-less. The mass of people had now been reduced to body parts or unconcious and injured people.
Charlie grinned as she grabbed the assault rifle from her back, placing the magnum on her leg. She strode into the bridge looking around, her senses picking up nothing as she made her way to the controls. The girl picked up the intercom and set it on. "Hey, Alpha, got it!" She sang into the mic. A flashing caught her attention, a camera showing movement.
"Hey, Master Chief! How are you today?" She asked into the microphone.
"We're fine, thank you," A female's voice answered. Charlie swung around, taking the safety off of the assault rifle. A holopad with a small blue AI showed up. "Charlie, I assume?" The AI asked, placing a hand on her hip.
"That's what it says on my birth certificate, Cortona I assume?" Charlie asked, grinning. The figure smiled before looking at the door.
"Yes, it is. Chief's on his way, but it looks like you had some fun, though." Cortona looked over the girl, smiling as she did so. She had the same eyes as the Admiral, but younger, as well as his jaw, but considering he was her uncle, she was surprised there were this many similarities at all. The grin was something she hadn't expected.
"Awesome! Everything's going fine!" Charlie said, dancing in a circle. The doors opened, and a wary Master Chief walked through the door, several groups of people following him. "India! What took you so long!" Charlie shouted, charging at her friend. The Chief stepped in the way, shoving his assault rifle in her face.
"Sorry, I'm trying to prevent injuries here," He said gruffly. Charlie frowned lightly. India laughed, and stepped out.
"Car, it's fine, come here," India said, holding up his arm. She grinned and grabbed it. The two came in for an embrace, and as they came apart, they jabbed each other in the stomach.
Cortona looked at John. "Looks like Hood wasn't kidding." John just rolled his eyes.
"Hey, Hotel, Oscar, November, can you get this tin can flying?" Charlie asked three people in the crowd, and was met by three cheers.
"We can fly this ship just fine," The spartan II interjected, but Charlie shook her head.
"Chief, relax, please, we have this. And if anything, this is a field test. Our families need to know that we can do this. We're aware that we're just for show and tell, but we need to prove we're just more than just puppets. Please, Chief." Charlie asked. The man stepped forward, not happy with the spoiled brats.
"You don't need to pro-"
"Chief." Cortona interupted the man, causing him to look at the small form. "We have three phantom dropships inbound." John straightened, and faced the teens and young adults.
"You will follow my every order, understood?" He declared, looking at the girl in charge.
"Yes sir." Charlie relayed, saluting him.
"Tell your men to get ready to fight. This isn't going to be a simulation," He said, before walking out the door.
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"You heard him, get ready to fight the glitter and rainbows of the covenant! Usual teams, and no bullshit this time! I don't want another SLIP incident! Get ready, and shoot!"
The 26 members quickly grouped together, Hotel, Oscar, and November, twin boys and sister with brunette hair, rushed for the controls. Charlie ran with the others to the closest arms station and began passing out magnums, assault rifles, battle rifles, and anything else they could have gotten her hands on.
Charlie gave a shrill whistle once everyone had a weapon, and within three seconds, were lined up, ready to head out. "ALPHABET!"
"SIR!" The lines shouted in attention.
"ARE YOU READY?!"
"SIR!"
"LET'S HEAD OUT! Lead the way Chief!" Charlie responded, turning to the Chief.
"This way. Stay close," was all he said before trotting down the hall. All the insanity the group had earlier was no longer present on their faces, a cold hard mask taking its place. It unnerved Cortona to no end. These weren't the kids she had met earlier.
A hand in the air signaled the stopped as John looked around the corner. A sole Elite minor stood in the hallway, and Master Chief popped his head back around the corner, turning to Charlie.
"Elite Minor, alone. Let me handle this," He said, before disappearing around the corner. Charlie frowned, but said nothing. She gestured upside down moose antlers with her hands and guns were silently raised. A sangheili groan alerted the others that the Elite was dead, and in groups of two, piled out, Charlie in front, guns drawn.
There were a few voices coming from the 'T' section where the Elite had come in the first place. "Chief," A voice whispered, and he turned.
Charlie stood at the ready, finger itching to throw some bullets. "I think it's our turn now. Give us this chance. Trust us," She said, blue eyes all but glowing. John sighed and sidestepped, knowing nothing could change her mind.
She turned and focused on 'her' soldiers, sharing a secret conversation. At a single nod, the twenty three armed men and women charged in their lines, and fanned out in the hallway. Charlie and Chief caught up with the front of the lines, and each took a single doorway in the hallway.
A grunt walked out from Charlie's doorway, and she wasted no time bashing it's head in. From there, all hell broke loose. Elites, Jackals, and Grunts poured from the doorways and hallways, and the group quickly began killing them. A few groups of two or three of the spartan IIIs gathered up and began taking the covenant out, plasma and bullets flying everywhere, things shouted and moaned, senses flying everywhere else. Before anyone knew it, it was all over.
A glimmer caught India's eye, a ripple directly behind Golf, Thomas Lasky's daughter. Most of the alphabet knew he had a crush on her, but he hoped he wasn't too obvious. He raised his gun, but was too slow. He knew was too slow. Charlie was always getting on his case about that, but he couldn't focus. None of them could. Something had got wrong in their augmentations, they knew it. The glimmer, or 'glitter', seemed to sprout a giant blue sword, and it swung.
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Lord Hood had shaken his head when he had gotten the transmittion. India Foxtrot. IF. I'm Fine. His niece was abnormal, that much is for sure. He ended up taking a nap at his desk, and a beeping woke him from his slumber. Only a few people knew this number personally, and he smiled when Charlie's name showed up.
He allowed the call through, and tried to get a word in. "Nice to hea-"
"Hey Uncle Hood! Nice ta see ya! We're on our way home! Everyone's fine, and we'll be back in a few hours! Bye!" Terrence heard a small fight over the phone (please deal with it, I'm sorry), before he heard the Master Chief's voice.
"Sorry Sir, I just needed to speak with you for a moment," Master Chief said into the call, distinct calls of "Give it back!" in the background.
"It's fine Chief. Is my niece giving you trouble?"
"Trouble doesn't even begin to define it," The Chief replied, obviously exhausted. The Admiral smiled.
"Admiral, might I ask what is wrong with these Spartan IIIs? The operations wouldn't have allowed these, and every single soldier seems to have this odd... giddiness about them..." Cortona asked, popping into the call.
The Admiral sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Okay, you two. I'm going to tell you some VERY delicate information, and this cannot get out. The operations were tampered with. We don't exactly know how, why, or at what point, but something went wrong. They now have issues sleeping, calming down, and now are more aggressive, and forgetful. Many of these kids are adopted, did you know that? Those kids were forced on the other officers, and now their only purpose is for show."
Cortona replied easily. "Well, Commander, you should have seen the show they put on. I haven't seen anything that coordinated in a while between so many people." Lord Hood smiled.
"Those kids... Many of their guardians don't want them here, but there is nothing I can do..." He said shaking his head. There was another struggle on the other side of the phone as shouts burst out. "Master Chief is everything ok?"
"Yes, Admiral," Cortona answered, taking over the call once more. "The others have just got him down. I actually spoke to Charlie a moment ago, and some of the soldiers were actually supposed to go to another group... Project Freelancer... Hmmm. I think some of them might like it there, what do you think, Charlie?" Cortona asked.
"I think we'll all fit in fine. Can you three come up with a cover story? I'd like to have a chat with this 'Director'. Do you mind Uncle? You know how many of us get along with our families! Please Uncle! I'll write home! India Foxtrot!" Charlie pleaded into the phone.
"Don't pull that with me, young lady! And go ahead. I worried about some of the ways they treated you all anyway. Leave the mark anywhere. From here on out, the Alphabet died in an explosion before the Master Chief arrived. Send the Chief and Cortona back, but from here on out, you're dead. Good bye. Lima Oscar."
"Victor Echo. Good bye uncle. This is me signing off. Charlie Uniform." Admiral hung up, and let a tear slip down, and suddenly felt alone. He looked at the picture and placed the frame down.
"See you later as well, Enola. I'm sorry."
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Charlie looked over the Alphabets, now free. With a quick glance over them, they removed themselves from the Master Chief. He stood up as soon as he could, stomping over to the troop leader. "That was one hell of a stunt." Was all he said before he stomped off, the door closing silently behind him.
"We're free!" Charlie cheered, fist pumping. Cheers and cries ran through the room. She smiled when she saw India pick up Golf in a hug. She saw Alpha approach her.
"Where are we going to go now?" He asked, crossing his arms. The red head frowned as he tapped his foot.
"We're going to meet the Director on the Mother of Invention." She answered, grinning. "Hey, Whiskey, can you call the man up? I'd rather not get shot down. And DON'T take no for an answer. Hotel, Oscar, November, you have the coordinates! Fires away!"
That's it! I know I haven't updated KMaH, but I don't want this plot bunny to escape! This is a quick Physical description of Charlie
Name: Charlie Enola Hood
Height: 6'5"
Hair and eye color: Light brown and seafoam blue eyes.
Armor: Sage green
