HALOGALAS

Author's note: Is this how it's supposed to work? Uhh… Something about not owning Halo and such. Everything is mine… I think… Yup, everything is mine. LOL I took like a day taking copyright stuff out of there. It's a weird story… It changes from a third person point of view to a first person point of view. Sorry guys its almost exactly like Halo. It's a story I typed a couple years ago when I was an amateur typer. Also contains some material from the books :/

Special Thanks: Actually, it was mainly Anita who did some of the editing. So yeah, thanks.

Dedicated to: Every one of my friends, which is basically everyone I email this to and more (LOL).

PROLOGUE

It's the year 2142 and the future of mankind is facing towards extinction; faster-than-light travel is now a reality. Kanga religious elders declared humanity an affront to the gods, and the Kanga warrior caste waged a holy war upon humanity with gruesome diligence.

After a series of crushing defeats and obliterated colonies, the UNAF (United Nations Alien Fighters) established the Lure protocol where no vessel may inadvertently lead the Kanga to Earth. When forced to withdraw, ships must avoid Earth-bound vectors-even if that meant jumping without proper navigational calculations. Vessels in danger of capture must self-destruct.

A secret military project to create cyborg super-soldiers takes on newfound importance, which started before even the alien war had begun made to destroy the insurgents. The soldiers of the Trojan-III project rack up an impressive record against the Kanga in test deployments, but there are too few of them to turn the tide of the war. The cost of each Trojan has stopped mass production of the armor in its tracks. The UNAF government didn't think a soldier's life was worth $500,000. Trojans were trained from an early age, ranging from their teenage years to their childhood. Bio-augmentation research, development, and production prices cost at least $3.5 billion per year. Since Trojan's receive extensive hard-core training that even the toughest non- augmented soldiers can endure, it is expensive and difficult to find qualified Trojans to train the others. Therefore, not surprisingly, the combined cost was not worth it to put Trojans into production. Trojan-IIIs had very slim and light armor, which was surprisingly strong; it could protect the user from plasma to a certain extent, and ballistics would most likely not penetrate the armor. The armor also included a helmet, which had its own HUD; the armor did not limit movement and had an over shield, which protects the user as much as possible until it overloads or fails. Due to the danger to a human when being attacked by someone with Trojan armor, it was never used for military operations unrelated to the alien war.

The Kanga have attacked Earth and are pushing the UNAF underground. In an attempt to escape and possible divert the enemy away from the planet Earth, the UNAF give clearance for a suicidal escape mission. Fleets of space cruisers escape from the atmosphere in a charge for space. The allied ships glow with fire as they burn up in the atmosphere and from Kanga attacks. Dozens of ships get destroyed, as all hell breaks loose in the heavens. It seemed like hundreds of kamikazes flying into the air ranging from personal planes to entire frigates. The Kanga armada fires plasma down at the enemy accurately with bursts of plasma. The UNAF get torn apart as they desperately struggle to maneuver past the small balls of intense energy. The remaining ships uselessly return fire, which mostly miss as a result of haste and panic. The enemy shield harmlessly deflects the projectiles that reach their mark. Plasma, rockets, and bolts of energy from battleship gun batteries light up the sky. The fleet finally makes it past the Kanga barricade and makes a blind hyperspace jump as part of the Lure protocol and the coordinate was sent to the rest of the fleet.

The first encounter of the aliens was from the year 2102, exactly thirty years ago, when a group of military personnel was on their way to investigate a silent military outpost; it was a colony of humans, which mysteriously ceased all communications. A Kanga cruiser had glassed the planet and no-one was alive from the still red-hot plasma There was no time to warn Earth of the impending danger and so the oncoming ships unknowingly played right into the enemy's hand. The battle group that was sent was almost completely destroyed; only one badly damaged ship returned. Its crew told of a seemingly unstoppable alien warship that had effortlessly annihilated their forces. It was about six times smaller and that was the only Kanga fighter waiting for the group. Missiles had virtually no impact, the Magnitude Defense Cannon, also known as a MDC gun, only had enough force to take out the shields, and anything that could damage it just barely scratched the enemy hull. A frigate had at least 6 meters of Titanium plating and in this case, it had double that amount. The enemy's plasma melted right through. Only a stray missile had destroyed the alien ship when the enemy shield was down. This was humankind's first encounter with a group of aliens they eventually came to know as the Kanga, a collective group of alien races united in their fanatical religious devotion.

Major Sheppard led his team into a battle to take back an outpost lost on Earth. When his assault team arrived there, plasma fire from all directions rained on them, mainly from overhead. Trojan shields overloaded and blood poured.

Calm chatter went over the radio. "Enemy down." "Hostile neutralized." "He's down." "Goodnight."

As the fire got more intense, so did the yelling in the radios. "Fuck! I'm hit!" "Covering fire!" "Fire your weapon, Trojans!" "Shit!!! What the hell!!!" "It's a fucking slaughter!" "Trojans, get to cover!"

Through leadership, it was only a matter of seconds before the Trojan group outgunned the enemy on the ground and started traveling up the stairs; more Kanga showed up in the stairs and threw grenades. The Trojans returned the favor and casualties from both sides increased. Human-like creatures stood on the balcony, shooting at Trojans still at the bottom. The humans from the ground took cover and returned fire while the others flanked the enemy from behind. Monsters fell to the ground and the Trojans continued their takeover. Major Sheppard's team had crossed a bridge connecting two structures where fire from both sides crossed it. He set up two Trojans to cover them as they ran across. One got his head partially blown off and he fell to the ground lifelessly. Major Sheppard took his place and covered the rest of the team as they crossed. The humans met up at their rally point and regrouped. A Kanga tank was nearby and exploding plasma on them. Sheppard was the only one who had the skill to take it out without a rocket. He had everybody cover him while he dual-weld two pistols running and shooting at the same time. He jumped on the tank and punched through the metal, which made it break off. Trying to use the tank for his own purposes, he tried smashing through the driver compartment. Then the Kanga tank released a burst of high explosive energy and killed him on the spot. All the Kanga started to fade and the color vanished. There was nothing left. A voice said, "Simulation paused."

The Colonel walked to the Major. "Major, you should have died three times by now."

"I wish we would have had more Intel of the forces in the area," he replied.

"Intel isn't always perfect, Major! You know as well as I do that when those are real Kanga shooting at you, you aren't gonna jump into the middle of their army. But regardless of your own life, I expect you to take more caution both in simulations and the battlefield. Now if you not going to work with your team in training exercises, then you sure as hell won't make it out of the battlefield. Now I don't care if you guys don't like each other, but you will work together. That's an order. Goddamn it, you're the best soldier the UNAF has to offer. You think you could hold off your arrogant behavior until the end of this war?"

"Yes, sir."

"I hope so. Now let us start this simulation again. The Kanga are after this ship and you should expect to go trigger pulling soon."

Just as the Colonel said that, the alarm flashed and the simulation was over. They knew the Kanga had attacked. They ran out the door in single file and they reported to battle stations.

While this was happening, Kanga tracked the fleeing ships and decided to destroy the fleet. First, however, they launched tactical plasma nuclear strikes on the whole planet. Vegetation and land is melted away and all that's now left is a gray, inhabitable planet. They despised humans and hoped that any remaining humans would perish under the harsh condition, but they didn't get wiped out. Living underground, the radiation would not reach them and food was in good supply. Water was abundant and everything needed to survive would last them years until they could surface again.

The Kanga ships returned back to the Kanga mother ship to pursue their enemy. Deep in space, the Kanga catch up to the enemy fleet in as little as twenty minutes as the Kanga have advanced alien technology. The plasma space thrusters were far more efficient than the fuel-based human engines. The Kanga mother ship was too important to be damaged, although it's heavily armored for a good purpose, so they sent their own ships and caused major damage to the UNAF fleet from behind.

The UNAF countered by dispatching Eagles, a bulky, but effective plane, which serve as drop ships and aerial support. It is heavily armored to protect everyone on board from small arms and plasma fire rendering the Kanga's ships standard plasma weapons almost useless. The emplaced 0.50 caliber chin guns and their Heat Seeking or Air to Land missiles makes them formidable foes. They rip apart the Kanga ships, as they meekly try to defend themselves ineffectively with their randomly fired shots. The victory was imminent and that was good because if the Kanga had destroyed the Eagles, the ships would have been massacred. Many crafts are already venting atmosphere and have no life support; most crews are shallow breathing and exhausted. The gun batteries on the cruisers are offline because they were the first targets to be taken out by the Kanga ships. The Eagles knew better than to retreat, the heavily armored mother ship had the most advanced technology and would rip apart the fleet plus the Eagles if they retreated. They coordinated their last attack after a short prayer. One of those pilots about to go on this last line of defense had just sent home a letter saying, "Don't worry Momma, I'll be okay." They split up went on a luck run, hoping to get close enough for the missiles to be effective.

"Why we're in this situation, we'll never know. But we do know this; the Eagles will emerge victorious once again!" "Amen to that, man!" "Amen, Reverend!" "Woo-hee! Now let's kick some Kanga ass, shall we?" "I don't know about you guys but I'm lookin' forward to kickin' E.T.'s ass!" "Hell yeah!" "Let's get this party started!"

The mother ship returned fire as the pilots came. The conversation on the radios became intense as orders from the Eagles were sent to each other. " 'Chout for that plasma beam!" Pilots screamed into their helmet's audio transmitter. "This is Eagle Four and my missiles are in range! Request permission to engage!" "Roger that, lock and load! Weapons free!" "Let's put on a show for those enemy boys!" "Eagle One, Fox 3!" "Eagle 5, Fox 2, sweet luck!" "Eagle 4, Fox 3, it's away!" Explosions occurred all over the mother ship hull. The missiles were obviously penetrating the armor, as there was debris flying around and major damage to the enemy hull and smoke "Shit, its fighters are coming out!" "They're coming straight at us!" "They're on a kamikaze run! Blow through, blow through!" "There's too many of 'em!" "I'm hit! Fuck! AHHHH!!!!! I'm burning! Shit!" "This is Eagle One, Eagles 5 to 12, take care of the Kanga, me and the rest of us will handle the mother ship." "Roger that!" "Shit! I'm hit already! I can't follow you Eagle One!" "This is Eagle Six; I'll cover you, big daddy!" "Alright we're doing some damage! Keep it up!"

Final casualty assessment: No surviving Eagle pilots. 32 KIA. Eagle Squad One: Eagle 1: Captain Mckay. Eagle 2: Lieutenant Caldweld. Eagle 3: Sergeant Major Hayes. Eagle 4: Staff Sergeant Ignatowski. Eagle 5: Sergeant Bradley. Eagle 6: Corporal Ice. Eagle 7: Lance Corporal Smith. Eagle 8: Lance Corporal Hanks. Eagle 9: Private First Class Polaski. Eagle 10: Private First Class Gagnon. Eagle 11: Private First Class Jambaro. Eagle 12: Private First Class Zelsky. Eagle 13: Private Block. Eagle 14: Private Strank. Eagle 15: Private Sousley. Eagle 16: Recruit Bobkin. Enemy damage: 59 enemy Kanga ships destroyed, 0 damaged, 0 undamaged Kanga fighters and extensive damage to mother ship hull.

Most of the surviving cruisers had enough energy for one last hyperspace jump and jumped to a nearby habitable planet approximately 2 light years away. Some of the crew abandons ship using the life pods as soon as they drop out of slip space, others stayed on board, managing the ship's systems. The Kanga predicted this move and were waiting for them with attack ships and drop ships. Most lifeboats were destroyed as soon as they came out of the pods. The aliens tried a new strategy and launched their drop ships into the empty life pod bays. The Kanga went in and killed many Marines with the element of surprise.

At the simulation management room, Kanga busted in; there was no other escape and the crew crouched behind the control panels. The aliens ripped the door open with bare claws. The guard at the door was sprawled on the ground with a pool of blood forming at his chest and head; his helmet had been knocked off and his face had been mauled. Bullet casings were everywhere. It was a Shangeli, a formidable Kanga, who melted a hole in the guard's stomach with plasma and literally ripped his face apart. The crew had only one pistol with a clip. The assault rifle slid to the crew when the Shangeli kicked it and one person took it. "Don't goddamn stand up!" whispered the chief manager of the crew.

The person was panicky and disobeyed his orders. He stood up to the alien and fired. The fire was badly placed and to his dismay, the little ammunition left in there ran was used up. The aliens shield took damage, but did not overload and the Shangeli simply went up to him and swung its arm. The person's head flew off, hit the glass showing the simulation room, and landed next to the others. The next person had the pistol and controlled it better. It wiped out the shield and shot the alien in the chest armor. The armor did not break and the alien went up to him and cut his head off with a plasma sword. The pistol fell down and clattered away.

One of the crewmen, the chief operator, was still alive. He took the pistol and tried shooting the alien, but it took more than just the remaining three bullets to kill it. The alien shot him in his chest, but he did not die immediately. His vision blurred and he touched his chest, which was sticky. He looked at his hand too see blood, lots of it. His thoughts passed through his mind. It should hurt, shouldn't it? I don't feel any pain at all! Am I going to die? He took out his picture out of his chest pocket; it had his wife and his two children. He looked at it and swiped his finger on it to wipe away the blood dripping on it on it. Then his right side went numb. He dropped it and it blew away. As he crawled to get it, he had never been so tired in his life. He collapsed and still crawled slowly. He was less than an inch away when the Shangeli stepped on his hand and stopped him. The Shangeli picked up the picture and looked at it. The confused creature cocked its head looking at the picture and dropped it to the ground. It raised its plasma pistol, aimed at his head, and fired. The crewman looked straight at the flashing light, his whole life flashing before his eyes. His childhood, his teens, his adulthood, his marriage and his happy moments simply appeared and disappeared when suddenly his brain was obliterated.