Red Star Rising
The smallest of errors, the tiniest event can have the greatest complications.
"There never was a good knife made of bad steel." Benjamin Franklin
The loneliest of existence's. That's the reality of life overlooking the Time Gates. Sailor Pluto was condemned to a life of solitude. Nothing to do but keep the formation of Crystal Tokyo on track. It was incredibly dull. But because of this, for once in untold eons, for one tiny second in hundreds of years her concentration lapsed. Simply put, she didn't see it until too late. The object. It came out of a strange portal, glowing with a blue hue which undoubtedly lead to some ethereal dimension. She watched it fall, encased in flames. There was no denying its trajectory... Tokyo. It was almost undoubtably evil, some dark forces sly attack. Strange it seemed to be made of a synthetic material. Well, this day just got interesting.
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Spartan Beta-202 felt his long range slipspace drop pod exit the ninth dimension with a sickening jolt. The advanced stealth systems spluttered and stabilised. For the last two hours he had simply been sitting in quiet solitude reviewing the details of the mission. Land on the outer-colony planet of Senzou Prime and assassinate the leaders of the local insurrection. ONI had given him the advanced translator package for the language spoken on the planet, Japanese. He began to overcome his twisted nausea and peered out of the reinforced nano-glass, into the blackness of beyond. He froze, something essential wrong. The mission plan dictated that he was to exit by the planets ageing orbital tether. He could see no orbital tether. His sharpened eyes, made greater than any mans by ONIs biochemical augments, scanned the planets surface. Wait... That was impossible... What was he doing over Earth? How could he have got from the outer reaches of human controlled space to humanities cradle? It took years of suppressive training for B-202 not to break down and panic. He was a Spartan-III dammit. Recalling the words of his trainer and mentor 'Assess, Adapt, Survive'. He peered out the window again. Something still wasn't right... 'Wheres the orbital defence grid, the shanghai space elevator?' Something was wrong. Well, that was the understatement of the century. Either the majority of humanity had been lied too or the universe had played a cruel twisted joke on Beta-202. The drop pods computer began to warn him of his impending bone-shattering landing. His only response was to pull back the bolt on his M7S caseless sub-machine gun. All he could do was wait as flames enveloped his metal tomb.
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Usagi Tsukino was no ordinary school girl. Well not always. She also led a double life as Sailor Moon, protector of love and justice. With this she could tell when something was wrong, like when that monster attacked Rei and stole her pure heart a few days ago. She had that same feeling again looking up at the night sky. It seemed normal, but she could tell, something was wrong.
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Beta-202 landed on the ground in once piece, but that didn't mean to say the landing went smoothly. Really it was thanks to his improved MJOLNIR powered assault amour that he survived. If he had been in the Spartan-IIIs original Semi-Powered infiltration amour, he would have had his neck snapped in two. As it was his amours shielding system had taken the brunt of the damage, as one of the air brakes had failed. The pod doors bolts exploded, sending it flying outwards. 202 stepped out. The first thing he noticed was the rain, pattering onto his CQB helmet. Secondly was the night. One of the things he excelled at in training on Onyx was hiding from the DIs amongst the black quartz spires of Onyx's surface. Finally, he seemed to have landed in the wasteland back-garden of some dilapidated old house. Good, perfect cover, to observe the locals. He slid his backpack onto the magnetic locks of his amour, placed his M7S and his M6 SOCOM on his thigh and grabbed his SRS99 anti-material sniper rifle and made off into the night.
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Sailor Pluto descended to the earth for the first time in decades. She had not been able to trace the strange object to its exact location, some sort of advance camouflage system had kicked in. No she had traced it here, to the ruined mansion on the edge of Tokyo's suburbs. She floated down to the ground until her boots where touching the edge of the blackened grass. There was the strange metal object. The rain ran off its strangely textured outer layers and steam rose off into the night. The hatch, if the should call it that was open and inside was a seat clearly designed for a humanoid occupant. There was no one in sight. Dammit! She'd missed them... or it. Whatever. What ever it was, the inner senshi couldn't handle it alone. It couldn't have gone far.
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Beta 202 lowered his visor away from the scope of his sniper rifle. Within minutes a miniskirted, green haired girl floated down to inspect his crashe drop pod. A minute later and he would have been caught. Not that that would have been a problem, she could have been a friendly for all the Spartan knew. Still best to remain hidden and observe. He would have to hide the drop pod at the nearest possible window in in time but for now that just wasn't possible. Turned out he wasn't alone in this lacklustre walled place. He was sharing the place with a lot of cats. Bloody things were jamming up his motion tracker. Well at least no one was here. Well, all that was left to do was turn in for the night.
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Doctor Tomoe looked up from his experiment. Some new force had jus arrived. Some new powerful force. He needed it. It would accelerate the awakening of Pharaoh 90. Best of all it was close. Best to call Kaorinite.
A/N: This has been with me for a while now, after watching one or two episodes of sailor moon I thought "what if I put a spartan in there from halo I there?" And here we are. To get this clear italics are for emphasis italics in quotation marks are thought and speech marks are... Speech?
Will post a pic of B202s amour soon.
X out.
