A/N: I've decided to have another fic going for when I don't have inspiration for the other (course that would mean I would update this very commonly, heh ) I've also noticed a nearly complete and utter lack of halo/ anime crossovers that are even worth the effort of moving your mouse over, 90 percent (why arent percent signs allowed on here?) of them either don't have realistic personalities, make people carry WAY MORE ammo then a barge could possibly carry, or the person seems to just twist things around until it's a horrible abomination, sorry "Inuyasha 's war" but... Jesus, its more like aliens vs predator the a good halo crossover (in more ways then one). The other ten percent is actually alright, but the authors seem to have abandoned them, examples are a trigun one and an evangelion or however its spelled. But any who on with the fic.
Disclaimer: ... is this thing even necessary!? (lawyers appear and aim MA5B's at authors head) fine I don't own Halo or Naruto,
but I do have the halo books so if any of the freeloaders here who only watch naruto and don't know halo (hey I was looking at Naruto fics 3 weeks before I saw the first episode) have questions about the workings in said universe, feel free to ask, I will answer, if you want to know what something looks like, its quick, its your friend its google images.
line omitted for being incredibly annoying and stupid. edit as of 8-4-07.
Final notes: this first chapter will focus mainly on the Elites. I will explain a few notes at the end of the chap, identify these with the numbers in parenthesis.
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Orda 'Zaktee swung his plasma sword full circle, instantly destroying the foolish flood parasites that had made the mistake of surrounding him. Their long congealed and dead blood spattered against his gold armor (1) given to him when he still thought of himself as a warrior of the covenant (2). He and several other elites had grouped together when the brutes began mercilessly slaughtering his comrades, the enemy had even stooped as low as to murder the unknowing councilors who had left to monitor the consecration of the holy icon.
After a long hour of bloody fighting, things only got worse, as flood (3) began to poor in through every thinkable entrance, and began to put their own masses into the melee. The once serene and peaceful garden, with its ponds and small amounts of alien wildlife, had become a broiling hell of plasma fire, piles of gore and blood, and horrors beyond imagination.
It was amazing the four of the original twenty were still alive.
Jira 'Sakaree ran out of ammunition for his needlers, pulled out his plasma rifle, and fired in to the chest of another flood form. This one used to be another elite like himself, its blue armor further making the similarity noticeable. Jira put the pitiful creature out of its slaving misery by tearing its chest open with his free hand and destroying the parasite inside with another wave of plasma.
He felt great sorrow as he realized a good number of the loathsome parasites were likely comrades he used to know, but he would no longer carry on conversations with those soldiers. A purple line shot past his head and put to death another flood form just behind him. Zuka 'Yamee stood a little ways in front of him with a cooling particle canon (the covenants version of a sniper rifle) the blueish steam quite noticeable next to his crimson armor.
"You should take care to not neglect the world around you Jira" Zuka advised, "it does not bode well for the continuation of your life."
"I shall take your advice" he said, before throwing a plasma grenade at a group of flood who were scrambling over to Zuka, only to be incinerated by said grenade. "And I shall return it to you."
Zuka only turned and looked at the burnt remains in silent annoyance that the talkative blue elite had once again turned his own advice back on him. That is the third time he has done that. He clicked his mandibles in annoyance and set his focus back on the battle.
Qwaar 'Jet, the spec. op. elite who had joined this fight halfway through, was currently adding his own blade to compliment Orda 's attacks. His strikes were more focused on speed and effectiveness though, while the field masters were focused more on brutality and force. Qwaar found the gold elites attacks wasteful, but they were doing the job, and he had more pertinent things to worry about. Qwaar looked worriedly at the far doors and flood continued to enter the zone, with no sign of ending.
"Brothers, the floods ranks swell with every passing cycle, we must retreat to the phantoms to fight another day." Qwaar stated before impaling a final Brute upon his sword.
"Are you suggesting we taint our honor with retreat?!" Orda yelled, he had already been dishonored by the brutes betrayal, retreat would only further degrade him.
"Would you suggest we merely through our lives away in a fight we serve no purpose in." Qwaar replied calmly, the spec. op. elite having a habit of being blunt and to the point.
Orda stopped to stare at Qwaar, trying to intimidate him into continuing the fight, but the elite held firm and met his gaze. Orda finally decided to relent, and motioned the others into formation, "Today, my brothers, we retreat from combat, only so we may live for vengeance against the Prophets for their betrayal of their most loyal warriors." Orda told his comrades. "Fall back to the ship platforms, we shall escape in a Phantom (4)."
The warriors all threw grenades to the nearest door, blasting any foe's out of their path, and they began to charge towards the exit, escaping the living hell.
The elites ran through the halls of the holy citadel, the previous morning, they gleamed like a purple obsidian, and were in prime condition. Now, with battle having torn through them, they were stained, twisted, and ruined masses of hollow alloy. The plasma still rained from every possible angle and direction, now supplemented with projectile human weapons, as more poor souls had be added to the floods massive army of puppets and flood marionettes combated various other warriors. The only thing keeping the elites intact were their own personal shields, but these wouldn't last long in this onslaught.
"This sectors edge is just ahead, I will jettison this wretched hive into the cold vacuum of space, clear the foe's from around me brothers." Zuka yelled. The others just gave a silent nod. He reached the holo panel floating just off the wall next to the door. He tapped furiously at the console as the others kept enemies wary using their plasma rifles.
Two minutes later the sector still wasn't on its way to oblivion, "Damn machines! There is another presence within this system, it is denying me access!" Zuka yelled.
"Let me handle it Zuka" Qwaar said, before leveling his rifle on the console and firing, "let us see if it denies that." sure enough klaxons began wailing through the hall ways, the elites merely left, and locked the doors, by locked I of course mean they sealed them shut with a wave of blue plasma. They then leisurely walked to the nearest phantom, unsealing the hatch and stepping inside. Orda and Qwaar moved to the forward compartment to pilot the vessel, and the others positioned themselves in the rear section.
"Lets take this vessel into slipspace (5), an meet up with our fleet." Orda suggested, before disengaging the magnetic clamps holding the ship to the platform, and moving slightly away from the platform. Qwaar then activated the necessary sequence as ordered.
"SIR! A large energy reading is coming from the halo's center! It is causing a slipspace anomaly! I cannot stop the sequence!" Qwaar yelled. (The energy is Halo's near activation at the end of Halo 2.)
Before Orda could respond the ship was pulled into slipspace, and into whatever unknown world lay ahead.
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Slipspace, it is a dark realm of nothingness, laws of physics change, reality seems to twist and distort, and it is utterly black, not even stars shine in the distance. The only problem with these facts is that the world around them now only matched half of those qualities, they were still moving at the great speed that slipspace allows, and nothing but what was in the ship seemed real, but they were surrounded by swirling storms of red, green, and blue, each cloud pressing against another, with and epicenter the ship was fast approaching.
"By the rings, what is that?" Zuka asked, in awe of the world around them. "Have we discovered the path to the Forerunners?"
"No, this is not how scripture described it, this is something else." Jira stated, "but what I wonder is what will happen to us when we hit that." he pointed to the VERY quickly approaching epicenter.
"Elites! Prepare for contact!" Orda Yelled.
As they hit the mass, every console, or computer of the Phantom malfunctioned, many of them exploding somewhat violently. The Main Screen managed to remain intact so the elites could see that the were once again headed for solid ground. The main issue was however, they were still moving pretty quick... and they had no means to slow their decent.
The field master was the first to realize the implications of this "Everyone to the back compartment, over-power your shields to help lessen the impact force!" he barked to the others.
The phantom continued to plummet, luckily not at the worst possible angle, as the armored belly and front of the vessel would take the brunt of the impact, the ships belly began to scratch the tree tops. After a moment the solid branches audibly snapped against the hull, before the ship finally started hitting the Tough trunks. The first trees began to create large dents and gashes in the purple armor before they were mercilessly cleaved away by the rest of the hull, but a few more tree's and the forward section of the ship collapsed, the reenforced wall being the only thing saving the elites. Finally the ship slammed to a halt, after hitting a particularly large boulder, but as Newton discovered the law of momentum, the elites inside did not stop, they hit the wall and landed in a comical pile draped over each other.
"... Zuka, I must calmly ask you to remove your finger from my eye." Orda said, without even moving to a more comfortable position.
"My apologies commander." he replied, while removing his finger from said eye.
The elites then crawled out of the ruined Phantom and gazed at their surroundings.
"Leader, I do not believe we are still on the sacred ring." Jira stated, while looking at a horizon, unable to find where it curves up to begin the circular shape of the Halos.
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"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!" Naruto yelled, pretty much expressing the feelings of the whole group. Even the typically calm, and lazy as hell Kakashi was staring wide eyed at the direction the strange object had stopped.
"Do you think we would know. Why don't you see for yourself, you might find intelligence." Sasuke said, effectively pissing off Naruto. Despite having little to no motivation to do so, especially considering that Naruto had effectively saved his life during the mission to protect Tazuna a few days ago.
Kakashi noted Naruto's annoyance, but stated, "Sasuke is right though, we should investigate that object."
"But Kakashi, what if its something dangerous?" Sakura asked, thinking of the incident with Zabuza. Not particularly wanting a repeat of such a dangerous situation.
"Well we will just have to keep our wits about us." Kakashi calmly replied, as he moved towards the column of dust in the air, waving his team to follow.
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"Commander, the ship is damaged beyond repair, and none of the weapons in the containment unit survived, we shall have to rely on our own that we were carrying with us at the time" Qwaar stated shortly after being ordered to investigate the ship.
Qwaar did one last check ofhis own equipment, which consisted of his two plasma rifles, and a plasma sword. Zuka mirrored such movements with his beam rifle and plasma rifle, as did Jira and Orda with their identical sets of a plasma rifle and a sword.They also had rationed out their grenades, and came up with six each.
Qwaar then continued his analysis of their situation, "Isaw a human settlement before we crashed, it should not be too far from this location."
"Are you suggesting we go to those heathens for help!" Orda yelled angrily. It wasn't hard to understand Qwaar's motives behind the statement, but that didn't make the gash in the leader's pride any better.
"We do not have the variety of choices to do otherwise." the purple armored elite replied, brushing an insect off his scaly hide, "and my shields have overloaded, I need the time to repair them."
Orda growled in annoyance, he had been proven incorrect by this elite a second time, AND IN FRONT OF HIS SUBORDINATES. "Alright, we shall head to the human city," he relented, but then as he was passing by he whispered "Do not show such insolence towards me in front of the others again, or I will see to it that your life is cut short."
"Yes commander."
And thus they started heading towards the city, unknowingly going toward team 7 head on.
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later still with the Elites.
"Leader, humans approach from directly ahead, I do not believe they are yet aware of our presence." Zuka warned.
Orda thinking of the possible threat the humans possess, advises "Engage active camouflage, reveal yourselves only if necessary, or if I give the order." with that, the elites began to fade from sight, until they were barely visible, the cloaking mechanisms working perfectly. They moved stealthily towards the Humans, intending to slip around them.
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The human group that was team 7, was lazily walking forward. Their formation had Kakashi in back, Sakura just in front and to the right of him, Naruto to the left, and Sasuke in front. They had been walking for awhile now, and nothing particularly threatening had shown up. Naruto was just about to complain that he was hungry when he saw something shimmer to the left, he kept looking and was about to pass it off when he saw a faint outline of... something moving past them, "Guys! I see something!" he exclaimed.
"Yeah right Naruto, you tried this last time." Sakura said, referencing his incident with the rabbit while they were on their last mission.
But then the figure made a careless mistake trying to escape the humans view, he stepped on a nice dry crunchy stick.
Kakashi instantly threw a kunai in front of the figure, "Show yourself, we know you're there."
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Jira then looked to Orda for his order, and whispered into his com, "Sir, the do not seem like the normal human soldiers, they do not have normal weapons."
Orda considered this a moment the gave Jira the OK to decloak so as to delay hostilities with the humans. What he wasn't expecting was the humans reactions.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING!" the blond haired human yelled.
Definitely not normal human soldiers. They would know an elite when they see it, "Zuka, encircle the humans and deactivate active camouflage, Qwaar, you stay cloaked and out of harms way." Orda whispered into his com line.
As Orda and Zuka appeared around the humans, they noticed that only one of the group was an adult, the rest were children, but they all seemed ready to charge his elites with simple knives. Odd that they seemed so readily prepared for combat, though it was more so amusing as they would never get past the shields.
"Surrender human, and we will let you and your children leave this place alive." Orda commanded.
At this the adult started to laugh, the girl looked mortified, the blond joined the adult in laughter, and the black haired boy smirked. Not the result that ANY war hardened commander would expect.
"They aren't my kids, I'm just their teacher." the adult said after calming down.
"And what is it that you teach" the elite asked, still not the slightest bit amused.
"The art of the ninja." he replied.
The elite had no idea what in the name of the gods that was so he stared confusedly. He continued his questioning with a mild jab to his voice for the sake of his own amusement, "Is that a human term for learning how best to get oneself killed, because your apparent efforts of defense are really quite without point."
"Heh, we all have lethal knives, and you have hunks of metal that glow at the end, what are you talking about?" Naruto asked, being the poor hyperactive moron he is a majority of the time. The elite simply replied by firing a single bolt at the ground in front of the blond, burning away the grass and fallen leaves instantly, and turning the ground beneath into a small chunk of glass.
"YAAHH! What is that!" Naruto yelled, for the umpteenth time that day.
"Plasma, you would do well to be wary of it." Orda replied. Naruto, not being stupid chose that time to shut up.
"Leader." Qwaar said over the com, "it may not be wise to make enemies of the residents of the town in which we will be staying."
At least he did it privately. "I may have over compensated for our lack of stealth, and recent events still well up anger inside me, but we do not seek your lives, rather we need shelter until our equipment is repaired, and we can obtain a new slipspace capable ship."
Now it was the humans turn to gawk in confusion, "What is slipspace?" they asked in unison, even Sasuke, whom normally wouldn't make any comments.
Once again the elites turn, "How is it you travel from planet to planet without a proper means of travel!?"
"We, um... don't." Naruto simply and truthfully stated.
Jira sighed and stated, "I think that our stay on this world will be much longer then desired."
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A/N: that had to be the longest chapter I have ever written, DAYUM. Remember to review, advice, and questions are welcome, but don't be some Sony fan-bastard and just say something like; HALO IS FOR 70053R5 or something.
1. Elites ranks are marked by the color of their armor, their ranks in turn are determined by the numbers of kills they obtain in the battlefield, it goes in this order
blue least experience (by comparison, you still don't want to piss this guy off.)
Red veteran better shielding and armor then blue's but not by much, higher in rank
black, purple special operations... im not sure which is better, red or them, I don't see much of these guys, they appear to be more stealthy then the others... sometimes... they still like to kill stuff... a lot.
White operation commanders usually dispatched to lead troops in various missions, DO NOT PISS THESE GUYS OFF! They are the most dangerous warriors short of the Zealots.
Gold Zealot, ship master, these soldiers truly deserve their namesake (the first one) they will not let anything get in their way, they will charge at a tank and win (unless they're using a sword... then their screwed)
White with headdress Councilor, the leadership caste among Elites. By no means does this mean they are weak however, as it is quite the opposite.
2. Covenant, is the term for the whole of the alien castes that make up the "alliance" (in quotes 'cause a civil war breaks out)the covenant, before the civil conflict, were at war with humanity, and they had already destroyed dozens of our worlds from orbit, using a method know as glassing, their fleet would lob plasma torpedoes at the planet until it was a ball of molten glass.
3. The flood are parasitic aliens that have lived for millennia, the infest hosts that meet a certain quota of body mass and sentience, and turn them into twisted mutated slaves, their only thought is to spread, think of them as a virus, and we are cells. They seem to have an appetite for humans and elites.
4. Phantom, this is a medium sized dropship that the covenant military uses for... well... dropship purposes.
5. Slipspace is the thing halo has instead of hyper speed or light speed or warp 5 or whatever.