I do not own Mass Effect, I do not work for Bioware, I do not own Halo nor do I work at 343 industries. This is a non-profit novel, and is purely fictional. Hey this is my first attempt at writing a novels, so if you're going to criticize please be helpful, because viewer support is critical. Also relationship is planned. Edited on 03/28/12: So I had to scrap most of the original story due to after writing 6 different Chapter 2. I couldn't figure out how to get it to work without doing something already tried. I finally found a way to make some of it work, but it's not going to be what you expect. Whether this is a good thing or a bad thing, I don't know, but be prepared for the second chapter. I'm almost done with it and have been doing some touching up on the writing so it should be out soon.
2553/ One months after the battle of Instillation 00, Uncharted Space…..
Against the darkness of space, an object moved. Like black on black it slithering past the stars, effortlessly. As the light from the sun slowly trickled onto the desolate miserable rock below, a ship appeared as if materializing from thin air. A Prowler, the personal cruisers for the Office of Naval Intelligence, crept slowly towards the planet, like a predator would a prey. The sudden rush of air gushed from the bottom of the ship as a drop ship fell from its stomach. Just as quickly as the ship appeared, it once again disappeared into the shadow of the stars.
As the shuttle plummeted into the planet's atmosphere, the vessel shook violently as the hull was peppered with gal force wind as hail as deadly as razors. That said, it made life for the 30 some odd ONI scientists a living hell. Inside the shuttle, they rushed around like frantic animals trying to prep gear and stow away any loose cargo. Xenomorphic scientist, Ramzee was busy strapping down a heavy piece of recording equipment when another wave rattled the inside of ship. Thrown off his feet, he grabbed the first thing he could feel. Finally coming to awareness, he looked at his apparent savior, and the color drained from his face. Looking up from the arm he grabbed revealed the golden visor of the fully cladded soldier to whom it was attached.
"So-Sorry sir" Ramzee stuttered, backing away from the Spartan.
Spartan-042D merely looked back the view point he had been gazing from before the interruption.
'This isn't what I was made to do' The Spartan thought to himself
'I was trained to fight the covenant, not be some scientific survey team's babysitter.'
ONI told him it was necessary for a Spartan to assist due to the sensitive nature of the teams' studies. But for the last two months all he had seen was a few forerunner relics, which would just send them to another structure to do the same exact thing.
'I could be out fighting with the rest of the Spartans'. He thought to himself. 'There's still plenty to take care of'.
Ever since the end of the war, things had been relatively quiet. The UNSC was still picking up the shattered pieces left behind from the destruction of the war. While they had stopped fighting the Elites, 042 still felt that things were tense, and the flood. While he had never fought them he had seen every video, log, and bit of information on it and knew how dangerous they were. One thing that puzzled him even more was the Forerunners.
'How could a race so powerful, a race that managed to create the Halo arrays, possible be defeated by the Flood?'
This only made him more anxious to get back to his squad, but before he could ponder in the thought of getting back into battle, he was interrupted by a feminine voice speaking through his head.
"How are you adapting to your new Mjonir armor Spartan 042?"
42 didn't like the idea of having an A.I inside his head, especially one of those 3rd generation smart but the ONI technicians insisted he have one.
"I'm fine Zoey." He replied in a bitter sweet voice.
When he was told he was getting a Mk. VII suit he was thrilled. Not often did a Spartan III get to use Mjonir, due to the fact it was one of the most expensive pieces of equipment known to man. Spartans III's were generally issued the standard SPI armor, which was far less advanced than the one which he was currently wearing.
"I see that you are adapting quite well to your new abilities'."
42 stared down at his arm and flexed it. "I have to say I am enjoying the increase in speed and strength"
Over the intercom, a voice boomed throughout the shuttle bay.
"We're almost to the LZ, ETA 2 minutes."
As the ONI team scrambled to get every single piece of gear ready, 042 went over to the weapons locker and rifled through it. Grabbing a pair of SMGs, he clipped them to his side while taking a M6-D magnum and strapping to his ankle. He then picked up a Spanker Missile Launcher and slid it onto his back, along with the S.M anti material rifle he had already had picked up. Picking up a large duffle bag, he shoved a Spartan laser into it, followed by several pounds of C-12 and as much ammo as possibly allowed.
Raising an eye from the rest of the crew, a Scientist asked weakly "You sure you need all that, I mean we're just checking a building, not heading into a firefight.
Hefting the duffle over his shoulder, and picking up a Battery charger for the Splaser, he told the Scientist "We're dealing with an unknown fortification, with no knowledge of defenses or security measures, if it is as safe as you say it is then why are they sending a Spartan as security detail?"
"Yeah, I just your right." The scientist mumbled, and then shuffled away.
042 was glad that his face was concealed by his helmet, or the man would have seen the smirk -042 had on his face. Of course if the team knew that they were working with a 15 year old, there would have been hell to rise. Spartans III's were unknown to the rest of the UNSC, their existence shrouded in denial. If the fact that the UNSC had using children as suicide soldiers, the response would be unfathomable, so the mere fact he was working with the science team confused him.
As the shuttle touched down, Zoey spook the group. "From what we can tell there is a Forerunner facility located nearby, while it is most likely a research station, we do not know for sure, so follow protocol, and don't mess with anything, until we have conformation.
"Yeah, yeah, we got it, mom." The head scientist, Dr. Molare said. "Just keep your Spartan on its leash."
This comment caused some unevenness within the group, because no one, repeat no one messes with a Spartan and walks away with their head on. Molare had obviously thought he was on top of the world, and that's when 042 spoke "Careful, Sir, it be terrible if you fell and broke your neck."
Molare looked back at the Spartan then at his group and promptly shut his mouth. The rest of the trip was relatively silent, spare one mans constant complaining about how hot it was. Upon reaching the facility, 042 instantly realized something was off. Unlike the other building's he had seen this one architect was different. Instead of the normal triangle pillars the others had sported, this building held what looked could only be described as a com tower.
"Sir" 042 said "Advise we wait until Zoey can fully analyze the structure."
"No, we've wasted too much time already, and I'm not waiting any longer" Molare growled "Jim get this god damn door open" As one of the scientists hustled over to the entrance with a large odd looking device 042 spoke to Zoey on a private channel .
"What do you thing Zoey?"
"I think Molare is a reckless fool and a moron."
"That makes two of us."
042 took point ass the group entered the building. He would never quite understand why the forerunners needed such elaborate rooms. He took a moment to marvel at his surroundings, everything was so large and empty. He would never quite understand why the forerunners needed such elaborate rooms. It hadn't been entered in thousands of years but as soon as they neared the center of the building the entire room lit up. The scientific team walked towards what looked to be a control panel, with Molare tagging behind.
"Sir, I think I've found something"
"What is it?" 42 said as he trotted towards the young scientist.
"None of your god damn business, you're paid to shoot not talk" said Molare as he approached the two.
'I'm not actually paid, so the jokes on you.' 42 thought to him with a smirk
"Well sir it looks like some sort of teleportation grid, but I'm getting some interference from the power really that's generating it" the engineer quipped.
"This is the closest we've gotten to unlock their teleportation grid technology and I am not going to let that slip between my fingers"
042 crept up behind Molare and tapped his shoulder
"What is it?" Molare said with irritation in his voice
"Sir, we've done what we came here for, ONI's excavation team will handle the rest"
"NO!" the scientist screamed pulling away from the Spartan "I've spent my whole life working for this moment, and I'm not about to let some spook spoil this!"
Molare rushed over to the terminal and pushed the young scientist out of the way.
"Dr. Molare, you are not authorized to handle this type of technology, stand down." Zoey spoke over Spartans speakers.
"Like hell I am" Molare growled, taping furiously at the console. 042 stood there, not knowing what to do. His orders were to protect the scientists at all costs, but he couldn't interfere with their work.
"Zoey, permission to subdue?"
"Please do"
In a second, before the scientist had time to realize what had happened, he was standing over Molare with his hand firmly grasping Molare's shoulder.
"Doctor Molare, Step away from the console, this is your final warning." Zoey said.
"Screw you." Molare spat.
As soon as Molare said that 042 grabbed his wrist, as the small man glared into his visor, he did something the Spartan did not anticipate. Reaching over with his other hand he tapped one small button on the panel. The Spartan quickly secured him with a light tap to the head with his visor. The man was out before he hit the floor.
"Zoey what did he just do?" 042 said as he walked towards the console.
"It appears he activated the grid."
"And this means?
"It means the grid is active and about to transport everything inside the building."
"…Shit!" the Spartan cursed upon realization of what was about to happen.
Simultaneously grabbing the unconscious body on the floor, he screamed at the rest of the team,
"Get out of here, NOW!"
The scientist panicked, scrambling to grab their equipment, only to be screamed at by the Spartan to leave everything. His heart dropped when he saw the entrance with a hiss. A scientist to who's named eluded him, hopelessly began smashing the door with recording equipment. 042 looked back at the console, and a white beam of light erupted from the area behind it. 042 saw a flash of light and everything went dark.
Once again, had to change everything so the first chapter really serves no importance except as filler. The series will be broken up into 3 separate chapters which will span over all 3 Mass Effect games.