All right then. Hello ladies and gentlemen of the world of FanFiction! This is DaveTheCanner (cut me some slack, its the best name I could've come with when I created this account a month ago.) and I am trying out this new story! For now, it will just be this first prologue to judge if you guys really like this idea/protagonist. If you like it, I have the first story arc written, and ready to go in a while. I also have a few other thoughts about this story: it will partially be true to canon, it will partially not be, just stick with it; finally, if I start regularly producing chapters to this story, they will be published in arc, or multiple chapters at a time, rather than one at a time. In the meantime, here is my story, and I hope you like it.


I Am Omega: The Last. The End.

Prologue

UNSC Marathon-Class Cruiser Feeling Lucky

August 30th, 2552 23:13:52

In Slipspace, on route from Reach

Destination: Unknown

"We had one hundred and fifty vessels... ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY I TELL YOU! And guess what it was all for? NOTHING! They yielded SEVEN HUNDRED AND FIFTY! Against our measly one hundred and fifty... That's a near perfect FOUR TO ONE RATIO! WE WERE DOOMED FROM THE BEGINNING! HOW IS EARTH SUPPOSE TO PROTECT ITSELF WHEN WE COULD BARELY DEFEND THE ATMOSPHERE OF REACH!" shouted a feminine, Ukrainian voice.

"Calm down Captain." said a resolute, yet calming voice. "You do have to remember that the fleet managed to hold its own against the Covenant. Recent reports have Covenant fleet loses at around two-thirds of their total fleet size. You do have to admit that that is impressive. There's also the fact that all remaining ships have been called back to the Sol system. Speaking of which, where are we headed?"

"You guys always think that way, do you?" muttered the Captain under her breath.

"I'm sorry?" the male voice responded.

"You Spartans always try looking at things on the bright side of things. You believe that since you have seen the worst of war that you can pick out all of the good stuff to be thankful for." She spat at him. "Let me tell you, PUNK! We are in the most shittiest position one could be in. We are headed to some random system that isn't Earth. We have only ten, yes count that, ten ships that is most likely going to have to defend themselves against a pursuing fleet of fifty ships, and the only competent leader this fleet had is now dead! We are doomed."

During the fall of Reach, the fleet commander, who was aboard one of the only Carriers the UNSC had, fell trying to help all of the remaining ships retreat. Unfortunately, his carrier was destroyed before the ship could've made it into Slipspace. Currently, the leader for this adhoc group of ships was Captain Pasternak, who was starting to feel the weight of the situation fall on her shoulders.

For the first time, Captain Pasternak turned to confront the voice attempting to calm her nerves down.

She saw exactly what she was expecting to see. An inhuman, seven foot plus tall supersoldier, nay freak, clad in an olive green armor staring into a holopad. To the humans, they were their guardians. To the Covenant, they were a force wrought from hell who spell their imminent doom. To the Office of Naval Intelligence, they were pawns to do whatever they wanted them to do. To Captain Pasternak, they were freaks.

The Spartan looked up from his holopad and began to address the Captain again "I wouldn't throw in the towel just yet. We haven't even exited slipspace yet. Again, why aren't we headed directly towards Earth?"

The officer gave him a stern look "Cole protocol. Can't let them get anywhere closer to Earth."

The Spartan then tilted his helmeted face, as if giving her an inquisitive look "I thought the Cole protocol was intended only for the Outer colonies?"

Captain Pasternak gave a short yet honest reply "The more time it takes the Covenant to get to Earth, the more time she has to prepare herself."

Then a question popped in her head "I'm sorry, who are you again?"

The Spartan immediately rose from his chair and raised his hand to his forehead in a salute "I'm sorry, Commander Aleksander Nevsky, Spartan-300, at your service."

She gave a half-hearted salute back as she proceeded to take her post as the Captain of the Feeling Lucky, and the temporary Commanding Officer of this adhoc fleet.

Aleks joined by her side, watching the bridge prepare to leave slipspace.

Many members of the bridge looked up to note that the Captain had taken her place, but also that there was a Spartan in their midst. He looked strange to some, being clad in the rare Hayabusa armor, but many didn't take notice, instead paying attention to their duty, so that the ship wasn't destroyed as it left slipspace.

After the fleet left slipspace, Aleks took the opportunity to note the size of their fleet.

They were one of the largest groups to of retreated from Reach, however that didn't change the fact that they were only ten ships strong: The Feeling Lucky, a Marathon class heavy cruiser; two Halcyon class light cruisers; The UNSC Hillsborough, a Hillsborough class destroyer; three Paris-Class heavy frigates; and three Charon-Class light frigates. All-in-all, a sizable fleet.

Then the Captain called up the ship's AI, Edvard. On the table, a hologram of a tall, well-built Swede was projected.

"Yes ma'am?" The thick accented voice asked.

"Can you calculate the chance a Covenant fleet is pursuing us?" She inquired.

Simultaneously, Edvard and Aleks both responded in unison "around 42.3%"

Captain Pasternak was taken aback. Not at the percentage given, but by the fact that the Spartan responded to her question. A question that required turning an analytical proposal into a numerical response. A response that was exactly the same as the A.I.'s.

All the more reason that these Spartans are freaks, Pasternak quickly thought.

"Why such low a number?" Pasternak squeaked out, still surprised at the swift, and precise response at which the Spartan answered the question.

Edvard started the train of thought "Well first of all, we are a pretty sizable group compared to others..."

Aleks took over "which means if they sent an overwhelming force, which they are pretty capable of, they don't have to deal with us later..."

"however, they might have a hard time trying to quell us and may lose some ships in the process..." the AI quickly added.

"which added with their recent losses at Reach, means that they will lose more and more ships..." Aleks continued.

"which will deplete the original force intended to attack the Sol system..."

"and prevent the Covenant from pursuing the Pillar of Autumn and its contents." Aleks finished.

Captain Pasternak was astonished at what she saw. The way Aleks went about coming to his conclusion matched that exactly as Edvard. It was like Aleks himself was an AI.

She finally got her head out of the clouds and focused on the real situation.

"Can you identify where we are?" She asked.

Edvard noted that they were located at the Alpha Centauri system, the closest system to Earth.

She asked how long it will take to spool the slipspace engines for another jump, to which the AI responded with ten minutes.

That gave Aleks a good amount of time to do what he likes best: reading, and thinking.

He and his team of Spartan-II's have had a very successful, yet painful run these past few years.

He and his colleagues came from an unknown second class of Spartan-II's. Just like the original class, there were 150 candidates chosen to partake, of which seventy-five were actually kidnapped and trained to be the guardians of humanity because budget cuts. Unlike the original class, however, thirty-five made it past the augmentation procedure, two more than the first class. However, this class was not as good as the original class. While everyone performed well, the only person who stood out the most was Aleks-300. While the original class had Kurt-051, Jerome-092, Frederic-104, John-117, the second class only had Aleks to pull them through.

These past few years saw the second class decrease from its original thirty-five, to a meager fraction of its original strength. Many of them are now declared Missing In Action by ONI, but Aleks knew that they were actually dead. He knew because he saw them die. Killed In Action is what the report should say, but the government has different opinions about that.

Aleks snapped out of his current state of thought when the communications officer shouted in a louder than needed voice "Captain, we've picked up a distress signal."

She responded likewise "From who?"

"We do not know, but we have a bead on where they are located. Should we pursue the signal?"

It was at this point the Covenant decided to come out of Slipspace behind the fleet, coming through a magnificent circle of black, purple, and white.

We don't have much of a choice, Captain Pasternak thought, and it's the only location we have prepared to jump to.

In a booming voice, she announced "Tell the entire fleet to pursue the signal, and get us out of here."

It didn't take long for the entire fleet to go into a Slipspace jump, given that if they decided to be sluggish about it, more ships would've been lost to the seemingly unstoppable Covenant tide.

After making it into the portal, a general sigh of relief was heard throughout the deck.

It was at this point Edvard gave an estimated time of arrival, or ETA.

"We'll be there in about a month." Edvard piped.

"A MONTH!?" Captain Pasternak gasped.

"It seems that this distressed signal was a whole lot farther away than I have anticipated." The AI stated.

"Given a month, they will most likely be dead by time we arrive..." Pasternak thought out loud.

The silent Spartan then decided to ask a question that was on his mind "How far is 'a whole lot farther away' that you did not anticipated?"

"By an analysis of star charts, and triangulation of the distress signal, it seems that we are headed to an entirely different galaxy." the AI surmised.

"AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT GALAXY!" The Captain and the Spartan shouted in unison.

They realized that the entire bridge heard the outlash of a comment that both of them made, to which the Captain calmed their nerves with a simple "At ease, everything is under control."

A moment of silence followed.

No one knew what to do next, other than wait.

Another question sprang in the mind of Aleks.

"What was this distress signal that we picked up?"

The AI took a moment to respond.

"It appears the signal was coded in a different format. Give me a moment as I prepare the file to be projected." The AI finally responded.

After a while, a hologram appeared of what looked like to be a human. He had darker skin, by the looks of it, and sported a mustache connected to a goatee. The only difference it had to Aleks' was that Aleks had lighter hair than the figure on the table.

The figure then spoke "This is Senator Bail Organa contacting any Republic force from the Planet of Christophsis. The planet was invaded by the Separatists, and they are threatening full take over. The Christophsians aren't succeeding in their defense, and require some assistance. Please help us."

The figure disappeared from the table.

"Well... we are really getting ourselves into some very dangerous shit. By the sounds of it, we are entering a completely different war." Aleks concluded after thinking about the message for a moment.

Another moment of silence followed.

Then another.

Then a whole minute.

Aleks, being the chatty one of the night, broke the silence "Well... if it's going to be a month of nothing but Slipspace travel, then I'll get to my cryo sleep now."

The Captain agreed.

"Yeah, I'll order the entire ship into cryo soon. No point having everyone stay up for a month with nothing to do but wait."

"Be sure to wake me when I am actually needed." Aleks said as he walked out.

It didn't take long for Aleks to find an open cryogenic freeze pod. The past few years, have been nothing but fight, lose, freeze, wake, and the entire process would repeat. Maybe this might be a massive break for him. Maybe he could fight a battle he could actually win.

Maybe he can fight a war he could win.

This was his last thought he had as his eyes closed, and his body froze to a state where it aged at a faction of a fraction of its typical rate.


RSS Resolute

September 30th, 2552 23:10:43

In Orbit around Christophsis

Admiral Yularen

Admiral Yularen stood on the bridge of his flagship, the RSS Resolute, with a feeling of pride in him. Just a month ago, he and the Jedi assigned to him, the bold and brash Anakin Skywalker, managed to take down the infamous Admiral Trench of the CIS. At least, he hoped they did.

Then it settled in that in a few minutes, Anakin would come back onto the bridge, they would be assigned somewhere else, and Anakin would get another chance to either nearly destroy his ship, or get them all killed in some sort of suicidal maneuver, or both.

He was really annoyed that he was assigned to Skywalker. He was generally a horrible general to be around. He's very reckless, and rarely heeds the advice of people who obviously have more experience, and are more knowledgeable than him. Worst of all, he now has a Padawan, which only means that his suicidal ways are going to be taught to someone else.

It's a real shame, Yularen continued. She was real nice. Very eager to begin learning. She is probably going to get herself killed, given that her teacher is well known for being close to doing just that.

While thinking about all of this, Admiral Yularen almost missed the giant purple and white hole that suddenly appeared and disappeared from far off the port bow.

He quickly did a double take of what he just saw.

"Don't worry Admiral, I saw that too." said one of the crew members on the bridge.

"Does anyone know what that was?" Yularen asked in his accented voice.

No real answer came his way before another crew member piped up.

"Admiral, we have just detected ten ships of unknown origin that just appeared in sector eight."

It took the Admiral a few seconds of scanning the black space to find the ships. Eventually, he noticed four angular, and elongated ships, with six ships just like it, just smaller. Their black paint nearly blended them in with the black of space behind them.

A crew member came up to the Admiral "Sir, should we prepare for battle?"

The Admiral went into thought again.

He has never seen such ships like those before. The obviously seemed to be built with a war-like nature to them, but were they Separatist? He didn't need another battle, especially after what happened with Trench. Or maybe, they could help them fight, and win this war?

The Admiral finally had a response "Try to contact them, and get me in contact with General Skywalker."

He was answered with an abrupt "Yes sir."

It didn't take long for Anakin to respond.

"What's going on Admiral?"

"Sir, it appears that a small detachment of ships of unknown origin just appeared in sector eight." The Admiral responded.

"I don't see them." Anakin said.

"Trust me, they're there." Yularen responded.

He started getting chills as the ships slowly turned towards the fleet, then immediately lost them as the ships continued turning around.

"Oh, now I see them Admiral. Have you tried contacting them?" said Anakin.

"We're trying... Wait, we might have contact. WAIT, WAIT, WAIT..." the Admiral boomed.

He looked away from the hologram of the person who, just ten minutes ago, he was complaining about to see what he didn't expect to see.

The ships were retreating. Turned around completely, and just started leaving.

"Admiral, what's happening?" the hologram shouted from nearby.

All that everyone saw next was that the ten ships that were there one minute, then entered a purple and white portal, and suddenly disappeared with it.

And that was the first incidence of contact between the UNSC, and the Republic.