Halo: The Unlikely Alliance

by Fortunate One

The Elites, grunts, and Hunters are now sided with the humans. The Covenant have taken a particuliar interest in the destroyed Halo, and they need to investigate. Summary sucks, Read and Review!

1. Default Chapter

/Halo/
"The Unlikely Alliance"
Owned By Bungie
Not Me…
Unfortunately

Fortunate One

Clears throat Well, for the record, I do not own anything. I do not even own myself, all I own is my own characters which I don't have many of my own characters in this story so, for the record,

I do not own…
Master Chief Spartan-117

Linda Spartan-058
Fred Spartan-104
Will Spartan-043
The Arbiter
Sgt. Johnson
The Sangheili Commander (the white Sangheili that is missing two mandibles in the game, that never dies)
Cortana
Commander Keyes (Miranda)
And any other character from the games/books.

The only thing I own in this would be the nameless people that will appear every so often. Now that the Elites, Grunts, and Hunters are aiding the Humans war effort, there will be some changes throughout the story, and I will be sure to verify the different vehicles and such. For those of you who may not know these...

Elite- Sangheili

Brute- Jeralhanae

Drone- Yanme'e

Engineer/Savant- Huragah

Grunt- Unggoy

Jackal- Kig-yar

Hunter- Lekgolo

Prophet- Prophet

Now that I've finished my mindless rambling and making all of you think I'm crazy onto the story.

Disclaimer: I'm not crazy…………

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As he rounds the corner they first things he notices that are a little out of place is the two towering Sangheili aboard the ship standing in front of Miranda Keyes, most likely talking about the new found alliance. Chief almost drew his SMG at started spitting off shots at the sight of two Hunters traipsing about the ship. That was something he had to get used to. Down the corridor he saw some grunts educating the Tech officers about there suits to better provide the grunts. The grunts were also chirping about there personal favorite topic, that god damn cone on there backs. They were going to make light weight methane tanks for the grunts, that would hold more, or just as much gas. Then he saw two Elites, standing near the four tech officers, teaching them how to recharge and make covenant weaponry, this was a big change, but of coarse Master Chief couldn't stand here all day and watch the ship in a huge disarray all day. This was the turning point of the war, they had a chance now. He continued down to the command duck the hum of computers and the rampant typing and commands flying over the counsels. He continued up the way to hear the White Commander Elite standing next to the Arbiter, his new found ally, introduce himself. The alien tongue sounded to Miranda, and the others nearby, and was quickly translated and re-spoken in English, "I am Jura 'Janaramee, Commander of your new forces. You will find my skills, helpful and necessary to your survival." he seemed to have great pride in himself. Chief would fight along side these two for now. The ship was getting set up and re arranged in a rapid pattern and Master Chief, Johnson, The Arbiter, and Jura 'Janaramee, were going on there first mission together, to prove there alliance. Miranda immediately barked an order into the counsel.

"Call an assembly, there are things we need to discuss…" she stopped and turned to see Master Chief walking up, "Chief, report to the arms bay, there's some new equipment you'll be suited with. The same for you two as well." she said pointing to the Arbiter and 'Janaramee. The three looked at each other turned and walked to the armory bay. After the long walk down they heard screams of joy coming from the bay.

"Oh, Yes! I'm gonna stick me some sucka's with this baby! Can I have this outfitted to a sniper rifle too?" Johnson was happy with the upgrade, but the nod from the tech officer saying 'no' put a small and brief frown on Johnson's face.

"Ah, Spartan-117, Arbiter, and… you are?" he asked pointing to 'Janaramee.

"'Janaramee." he replied in his alien tongue.

"Ok, you are getting some new equipment. Chief, we've attached a small plasma grenade launcher to the Battle Rifle, it can hold 3 plasma grenades and then it needs to be reloaded, there's also an option for a bayonet on the Battle Rifle, but you can't have both unfortunately. Which would you like?" he questioned. Chief looked at Sgt. Johnson grinning.

"I'll take the bayonet, I think we're covered on grenades." he said looking at Johnson. The officer nodded and handed him the Battle Rifle, he slung it over his shoulder, and picked up 6 clips and put them in his ammo belt. He had 6 clips for his SMG, that was safely tucked away in his hip holster. Now that Chief was equip. Two Spartans walked around from the other side of the bay to Chief's surprise. It was Fred, and Linda. Chief smiled beneath his helmet. He noticed that they were as well in the MJOLNIR

Mark VI, Linda Spartan-058 had a Sniper Rifle on her back while Fred Spartan-104 had a Battle Rifle, with the grenade mod, and an SMG on his hip.

"Its good to see you two are still alive." Chief told them, Linda nodded and Fred replied to him.

"We heard of your exploits Chief, sounds like you've been having a rough time until now." he said looking to his new companions.

"I think you've had it worse." he replied pointing to them, they were interrupted by the tech officer who started talking to the Sangheili.

"Ok, now. We've taken the cloaking devices from your suits and checked them out. We've shortened the recharge time and implanted duplicates into the Spartan units. Chief, go get outfitted with the cloak while I take care of these two. We managed to make a suitable re-charger for your weapons, we also made it so the Energy sword will recharge on its own, slowly but it will re-charge. This was something 'Janaramee was pleased with immensely. Now, we've managed to scrounge up batteries for the Carbine, but don't waste your shots with it. We only have so many. What do you want, we have the Plasma Rifle, Carbine, and the sword.?" 'Janaramee replied by picking up his energy sword and a Plasma Rifle. Unlike most Sangheili the Arbiter favored the Carbine over the Plasma Rifle.

"I'll take the Carbine and an Energy Sword." he told the officer and they were handed to him. Chief came back around the corner and stood amongst the other Spartans. The officer smiled. They had a chance now. They had a chance.

"Now, get to the briefing room. Master Chief Spartan-117, Linda Spartan-058, Fred Spartan-104, Sgt. A.J. Johnson, Arbiter, and Special Operative Commander 'Janaramee, report to the briefing room immediately. Miranda will speak with you about your mission." The group turned and walked down the hallway, as the group passed the bystanders in the hallways, the UNSC marines would smile at the sight of the group, the Unggoy would clap and dance, while the Sangheili would grunt respectfully at the 'demon' and his human companions and nod there heads to the Sangheili, while Lekgolo would just glare respectfully at them.

Once they reached the briefing room they noticed immediately in the room, there was another Spartan sitting in one of the metallic silver bowl shaped chairs loading his weapons. He looked up when he realized someone else was in the room.

"Will?" questioned Fred. As the others moved into the room to take seats.

"Yeah, the Tech Officers were questioning me about the Mark VI armor." he informed while slipping the SMG into his hip holster. Chief nodded his head towards Will. Will smiled underneath his helmet. "I heard what you've been up to, and it looks like we get to work together now. Good to see you've made some friends Chief." he looked at the Elites, that chose to stand instead.

"Sit down you two Spl…" Johnson stopped himself from finishing the sentence, no more insulting the Elites… damn. That was going to be hard to get used to for Johnson at least.

"Watch your tongue human." warned the Arbiter. The small argument ended when Miranda walked into the room and up to the front. She looked across the room, in the first chair on the right was Will, then Master Chief was seated next to Will watching Miranda closely, to his left was Linda she was looking at Chief and Will, next to her was Fred who had his hand placed firmly on the SMG in its holster, Chief noticed and thought he was nervous about something, but unsure of what. Next to Fred was Sergeant Johnson, he was resting an arm on his modified Battle Rifle. The Elites chose to stand, The Arbiter was staring intently at Miranda awaiting the mission, while 'Janaramee was looking warily around the room.

"Well, its good to see you all. Now, we have received word that five shuttles full Elites, Grunts and Hunters were shot down on an attempt to escape the Covenant forces. We don't know if any have survived but we need soldiers willing to fight. We need you to land on the destroyed Halo, and investigate and see if there are any still alive. Because of how Halo was destroyed it is superheated. Because of the heat we can only send soldiers with armor that can withstand such temperatures. We have the Sgt. helping because he will be outfitted in some heat resistant armor, in order to assist you he'll need it. He's also a valuable soldier. We highly doubt that there are many surviving troops but we still need to save whatever we can. The Arbiter has provided us with a Covenant shuttle that can take you straight into the destroyed Halo without drawing unwanted attention. One more thing, be careful. We have detected full scale covenant and flood activity on the ring. The Covenant are trying to cool Halo down, why we don't know, find out if you can. Good luck." At the last word they all stood up and walked down the halls to the lift, some conversations were fluttering through the halls about there mission, parts that marines and covenant had over heard and started spreading.

The Covenant Shuttle shook violently as it entered the orbit around Halo, the ship was cloaked so they wouldn't attract any attention. The crew onboard checked their weapons and the supplies they had for this mission. They were a little jumpy about this new alliance and unsure. But they were going to have to get used to it. "Alright, the best way to handle this is to split into groups, if there's heavy Covenant and flood activity here, it'd be best to move in small groups to avoid detection." suggested Master Chief "Now, who's going with who?" everyone glanced at one another, then back at Chief.

"I'll work with the demon." volunteered the Arbiter. "I mean, Master Chief." he corrected himself quickly. They all glanced at each other then Chief nodded approvingly, at the team.

"I'd like to fight along side a Spartan for once as well, and see how powerful they really are." 'Janaramee informed them stepping up in front of Fred.

"Sgt. Johnson, you and Linda work together, we need a sniper team, just in case…" Chief

commanded the two.

"That leaves me… who do I go with?" Will questioned a feeling a little left out.

"Go with 'Janaramee and Fred, if anything happens contact one of us and get back to your pod, for extraction and we'll all rendezvous here." commanded Chief. Will nodded then walked up to 'Janaramee and Fred. Master Chief turned and stepped into the launch pod, the Arbiter climbed in behind him. It plummeted through the atmosphere cutting through it like a blade, the pod hit the surface violently sliding about twenty feet then falling off a small ledge before the two got out, new memories had resurfaced for the two. They landed near the Control Room, Chief's mind brought back memories of the flood attack here. He didn't want to fight that kind of evil ever again, but he didn't have a choice. The Arbiter had bitter thoughts of revenge while stepping out of the pod, he could kill him, and say a flood got him. He could, and it'd be so easy. He suppressed the thought from resurfacing, exacting revenge would only lead to much worse conditions. Because he was a valiant warrior, the demon would be respected and not killed. It was an 'honor' to fight with him now.

"Lets, move to the Control Room, there might be something there." The Arbiter commanded while leaping up to the ramp and walking to the top. Chief followed for now, looking at the barren place. What was once snow and ice was not superheated water and melted metal, the once gray structure is now crumbled rock and melted metal. 'And flood are still here? Doesn't look like it.' thought Chief 'He wasn't about to question, the flood were smart in a way. He felt eyes watching him, which shook him to his very core.

"I smell something all too familiar dem… Master Chief. The smell of the flood. They're here, I suggest your ready your weapons." he offered his advice while quickly pulling the energy sword off his belt and resting his finger on the activation switch. Chief reached around his back turning the safety off his Battle Rifle, and fastening the bayonet. At this moment five flood dropped down from over head. Chief rolled to the side and unloaded nine bullets into the first. It screamed and gargled blood as it fell to the ground. Another went for Chief, it charged at him full speed. He stabbed the bayonet into the creature's head (or what used to be its head) placed a plasma grenade on its chest and kicked it over the edge. The elegant blue flash irrupted before the body hit the ground. The Arbiter ignited his sword, it crackled to life expelling fresh energy, he poised himself in the same way all Elites do. He brought the sword through the creatures side splattering blood against the wall, and his armor. It stumbled to the ground, with little time to react to a second attack, the Arbiter drove the blade into another's chest and pushed upward, slicing its upper torso in half, its green blood poured out along the ramp. The third and final one attacked the Arbiter, it lashed him in the face with its long tentacles, he recoiled and his shields flashing bright orange at the impact. The flood prepared to swing again with its massive tentacles but, Chief took the moment to unload rounds into it. His shots drove wholes through its body splattering blood and it dropped to the ground, with a small scream.

The Arbiter nodded at Chief respectfully, and as a sign of thanks. He nodded back and they could no longer walk from here, they had to climb up to the top of the destroyed structure. The two got firm grips and moved one arm and leg at a time up to the top of the broken structure. Chief checked his grip and moved upward advancing ahead of the Arbiter. A rock pulled from his grip, it couldn't support his weight, he stumbled backward, waving his arms about trying to maintain balance, but his efforts were futile. He tumbled backwards rolling down the crumbled edge, he tore a hole through the base of the structure, making a loud thud at the bottom. It was too dark and deep to see the bottom, or the Chief. "Demon!? Demon!? Demon!?" his Sangheili friend shouted, waiting for a response but there was none. From this point his best option was to climb to the top and then contact the others.

After reaching the top he contacted them on the com. "The Demon fell and crashed into the base of the structure, and he broke a hole through it and landed somewhere. I can't tell where he is and there was no response." the com was silent for a few moments then he heard blaster fire and growls of rage irrupt over the com.

"Things are really bad here Arbiter. Continue on your objective. Check the Control room to see what exactly is going on here, then check Chief's sta…" Johnson was cut-off by his own gunfire and turned off his com. He had to assume things were going really bad for him and Linda. He proceeded on to the doors to the Control room, poised and ready to ignite his blade at any moment. He walked to the door, it was melted and molten. There was no way in through here, but perhaps the hole Chief made would serve a greater purpose.

He jumped down to the bottom and activated his cloak. He hit the bottom with a loud thud, and looked about. Chief no where in sight. He moved in the direction the control room would be at. He strained his eyes to see, suddenly a blue flare chased the shadows away. He saw Chief the bright blue flare from the plasma grenade, raised in hand ready to be thrown. It stuck to its target, a rather strange looking creature. It was black and had bright green eyes. It looked a lot like a Sangheili, but deformed in someway. The plasma flashed and sparked shooting lightning bolts around the vicinity of the grenade. The creature screamed, as it smacked against a wall. Bright neon green blood splattered on the wall. The creature got up and lunged at Chief. With its unusually long left arm it smacked his Battle Rifle out of his grip, his shields flickered bringing light to this place of darkness. Chief reached for his SMG, but the creature knocked that away as well. The Arbiter had to help. He ignited his trusty weapon, energy crackled at its ignition, he then rushed forward, he crossed his right arm over to his left side and swung the sword as hard as he could, the blade seared and melted its flesh, spilling bright neon green blood all about the room. Its body split in two and fell to the ground, lighting the area even more with blood.

"What… was that…?" Chief questioned falling to one knee and picking up his weapon. He went to turn the light on his Battle Rifle and a voice came to ear.

"Battle Rifle severely damaged, light not operational, chamber jammed. Weapon no longer functional." the mechanical voice came from the gun. Must have been another modification. He removed the bayonet from his Battle Rifle, his only remaining weapon, he dropped the gun, and his SMG was lost in the darkness. Chief ignited a plasma grenade and moved close to the creature. It generated enough light for him to catch a glimpse of the creature, before he had to rid himself of the grenade. Its elegant blue light grew brighter and flashed sending strands out lighting about the area. The only thing he found strange about the creature was the black collar around its neck. It was dark black and it had three buttons on it, and some type of transmitter or receiver it seemed. On the other side there was also some type of latch.

"This proves something to us. The Flood adapt to the environment. Like all of nature does. If it got in here, then we can get out." thought aloud the Master Chief. "It looks like all of the weapons that were here have been destroyed." the Arbiter looked at him and disengaged his sword, and reaching over to his side taking another sword off his belt.

"I always keep a spare." he said handing him the sacred weapon. Chief nodded a thanks and slipped the bayonet into his belt and taking in hand the sword. It crackled to life in his hand casting some shadows away, the two could now at least see enough to move around safely. They moved around cautiously, the five minute timer on there cloaks seemed life threatening at times. Bright neon green eyes flashed all around, these flood… flood made of shadows, to stupid to know what the floating swords meant, yet smart enough to survive, kill, and learn. They made there way to a hole in the wall that lead them to the bottom of the Control Room. Directly upwards on the main deck they saw a dark figure standing there at the controls. They looked about and noticed parts of the wall they could climb. After climbing the long way up the cloaks crackled and fizzed out the two once again visible. Once they reached the top the dark figure moved towards them, it was a black Elite. "My brother! Did any others survive?" the Elite never answered and moved forward pulling a familiar object from his belt and pressing a switch, it crackled to life. The blue blade flashing its brilliant colors.

"I'm no brother of yours Sangheili." the Black Sangheili informed. "The flood… can be used as a weapon to destroy the Covenant, and the 'Prophets' those bastards deserve to suffer for ages to come! They lead many of us to battle dieing for nothing but lies. You two are not part of my clan, my warriors and must be killed." the Sangheili moved closer to them.

"Your clan?" the Arbiter questioned.

"Some of us, the Sangheili that survived decided to take control and tame these beasts and use them against the Prophets. You're wasting your time here. We're going to kill the others and then exact our revenge on the UNSC and the Prophets!" he widened his mandibles into what looked like a grin.

"You're mind is corrupted and diluted! You must be slain!" yelled the furious Arbiter. He rushed forward swinging his arm upward, the Dark Elite was swift enough to block the attack and knock him backwards, pointing the tip of his blade in his face.

"We have to take him together." Chief rushed forward ignited his weapon and slashing the enemy's blade out of the Arbiter's face. He got up and crouched into a lung position, the Chief raised and arm over head. The Dark Elite crouched down low and placed a hand on the floor, letting the tip of his blade singe the floor. The smell of burning glass, and metal filled the room. The three all moved forward at one time, the Arbiter and Master Chief both landed successful blows and managed to block the Elites attacks. It roared in pain, as it wildly swung attempting to hit Chief, the blade came dangerously close to Chief's head, but he managed to bring his blade up to parry the attack. The Elite forced all his strength on Chief trying to force his grip loose. He reached over with his left hand and slipped the bayonet out of his belt and viciously pierced it into the Elites stomach. It hunched over and roared in great pain grabbing the handle of the bayonet, violet blood seeped out of the gaping wound. The blood began rushing even more as it worked the blade free.

The gaping hole gushed blood like a fountain, and in a final roar of pain, "You two will pay for this!" the Dark Elite leapt over the edge and plummeted to the floor. He got up and ran leaving a nice trail for them to follow.

"You check the Counsel, I'm going after him!" the Arbiter leapt over the side, impacting the bottom and activating his cloak to follow the trail safely.

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Well, I hope you liked it please Read and Review. I do know I need to be a little more descriptive, sorry. I'm working on it. I also need to decrease the amount of times I use, then, and ext… sorry, I'm working on it. I haven't written in a while so my writing is a little… 'rusty' Anyway, thank you for reading. I did have several stories written on Fan Fiction. Net but I made a new screen name. Then I forgot the password. So, I couldn't do anything about that.

NOTICE
I do own two characters so far…
The Black Elite (Sangheili) which he will be named at a later time (next chapter)
Evolved Flood

Fortunate One