For this story I must personally thank Snakemaster-S for allowing me use of his brilliant idea in his own story, "The Beast Within". I myself personally recommend everyone to read that story because of its amazing storyline, science, and heroes. (yes I did ask him for permission. But truly he is the genius here)
Now then on with the story!( I do not own halo or Godzilla.)
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Jake Amson slowly awoke from his sleep in his two story house in Wyoming. He had been waiting for the weekend all week because it was the very week that he had the entire ay with no one but his friends to hang with.
"Honey, wake up. You're going to be late to meet up with your friends." His mother called from downstairs.
Jake slowly stirred, got up and walked to his personal bathroom next door. He looked in the mirror, groggily picked up his tooth brush with his eyes still half asleep, and began to brush his teeth.
Jake was a handsome young man, at 6'2 and seventeen years of age, he had hazel colored eyes and straight black hair that in a shaggy hair style, at least that's how he usually had it. Right now it was a fluffy mess.
His muscle build was medium and he worked out quite often, though most people thought he wasn't going to get any tougher than he already was.
In merely a few minutes, he had gotten all dressed and ready for the adventure, as they called it. He wore a brown t-shirt, with sea blue jeans. He ran as fast as his legs could go down the single flight of stairs, grabbed his backpack that he prepared yesterday, and began to start for the front door
"All right ma, I'm going, see you Sunday!" he called as he went out the front door.
He had his driver's license, and so with that he hopped into his personal Civilian Warthog, powered it on, backed out of his drive way, and sped away. As he sped past the multiple amounts of houses in his neighborhood, he thought about what his plans were for the day.
He and his friends had been saving up large amounts of money ever since they were in the fifth grade. They had dreamed of this day ever since then. They were planning to ride their newly bought Civilian Pelican, stripped of its weaponry of course, and ride it across the world and see the sights.
Just then his cell phone rang, with its rocky tune and vigorous vibration. He picked it up out of his cell phone, looked at the caller, who happened to be Jakes best friend in the world.
"Hey Marcus! How's the Pelican? Is she ready to fly?" He asked with enthusiasm in his voice.
Marcus was his all-time buddy. They had been friends since the third grade, and he would trust Marcus with his life. He was a busy mechanic, specializing in machinery and programming. He had recently taken an interest in Covenant Technology.
Jake shuddered at the thought. It had been eight years since the Covenant invaded Earth, and now the UNSC was friends with the aliens whom called themselves Sangeheli. Not to many people on Earth were all happy with the Idea.
"She's all prepped and raring' to go Jake. Were simply waiting on you now, bro." Marcus replied in his usual Tenor voice.
Marcus, weirdly enough, had joined his nearby church choir. He had a damn good voice, but he usually never used his singing unless he really wanted to. He was only a year younger than Jake, but even so most of his friends sometimes thought his voice was so high that he had 'Jumped out' of puberty.
"Well, you won't have to wait much longer man. I'm almost there." Jake stated as he turned a corner, heading towards the Airport.
It required even more money to hold the Pelican at your personal house, and he and the gang didn't have that kind of money yet. So instead they held it in a hangar in the Airport, at least there they had the income to keep it there.
Not much time had passed and he had reached the airport. He then pulled up his 'Hog' as civilians called it, to the check in station. As he pulled up to the check out, the guard nodded and asked, "Hey Its Jake how ya been? Permit and ID required please."
"I'm doing fine, thanks for asking Mitch." He replied while giving him his ID and hangar permit.
Mitch looked at the Id for a little bit, then said," You're clear. Have a safe flight." He then handed back the ID and permit.
Jake nodded and drove off into the Airport, looking for hangar 87. When he finally found it, he then calmly, though carelessly, parked right next to the Pelican. The hangar itself was big, wide enough to hold a Squad of Longsword fighters side by side, and tall enough to house those Covenant walkers called Scarabs.
As he powered down the motorized vehicle, he then was greeted by Sasha.
"Hey Jake, you ready to rock and roll?" she asked.
"Hell yeah!" Jake replied with great enthusiasm in his voice.
Sasha was a true hottie. She had straight blonde hair that fell to her shoulders as if it were a golden waterfall. She always had bright blue eyes, like the ocean, and had a face that usually blew you away. It was like everything seemed just right with her.
And that was part of the reason Jake had a crush on her.
She wore a white t-shirt saying 'I (shape of a heart) the world' emblazoned upon her chest, with a picture of the Earth in the middle. She also wore skinny jeans and a Army camo Cap.
"Come around to the back of the Pelican. Marcus wants to show you something." She said, while grabbing him by the arm and pulling him around back to the Pelican.
"Marcus!" she called him. "Marcus? Where are you?"
She then left Jake behind the Pelican, and ran off to find Marcus, leaving Jake to stare intently at her rear end.
"Well, if it isn't little Jackie."
Jake knew that voice very well. He turned around to meet his long time friend, Benjamin.
Benjamin was big for his age, probably because he was a heavy weight wrestler. He and Jake were good friends when Ben was in the 8th grade, but then they split off and went to different schools after graduation. They very rarely talked to one another, since they didn't see each other often. He had always called him Jackie, cause back then, Jake was so little compared to him. Standing at 6'7 and at the age of 20, Ben towered above all Jakes friends. He had a black hair in a close shave, with a stern and hard looking face. He had worked at a Zoo to get cash to acquire the Pelican before, but then he was attacked by a Bengal tiger, while he did put up a good fight, the tiger left a little souvenir for him: a scar that ran from hi jaw line, all the way to his lips from where the tiger had slashed it wide open. After that, he quit the job, and became solider in the UNSC marines at 18. He wore a black t-shirt with military issued pants and boots, and he also had a heavy Australian accent.
He was currently off duty, and would not be going back for a few months.
"Ben? What the hell are you doing here you walking tank? I thought you were going to help the recruits?" Jake asked half heartily while clasping Ben firm hands in a friendly hand shake.
"Yeah well, the Serge said that I could take the Weekend off and hang with you guys. You ready to see the world, mate?" he replied.
"Hell yeah! I wouldn't miss the chance." He half shouted.
"Well while your girlfriend-"
"She's not my girlfriend, yet." Jake corrected.
"Well whatever, while she's gone, I'll take you for a tour of her upgrades."
"Sounds good to me bro!" Jake replied.
"Follow me, mate." He replied while turning to the Pelican.
The two of them walked inside the Pelican and Ben went over a quick review of the interior. They then went to the cockpit and Ben showed him the new leather comfy control sticks and seats.
"Wow, bro that is sick!" stated Jake as he felt the smoothness of the black leather seat.
"Why thank you, Jake Amson," chimed in a voice that made Jake jump so high, he smashed his head against the top of the cockpit.
"Ouch," he said while scratching his head. "Who said that?" he asked in confusion.
Ben gestured toward the crafts terminal, "Meet Alysa, the ship board AI. She does what we can't."
"Yellow, what's up?" he asked the AI.
"The sky, and it's not yellow, it's blue."
Jake just stared at the terminal in confusion, all the while wearing a 'What the hell?' face.
Ben leaned over to Jake and whispered, "She hasn't quite gotten Human humor or slang, mate."
Jake the mouthed 'Ahhh' in realization. Some AI's simply took more time then others to figure out slang and humor than others.
"So where is our first destination?" Jake asked.
"First were going to go to Japan and see the sights. Then Africa to pick up a souvenir, then to Russia and then a bunch of other places that I don't wanna spill the beans for." Replied Ben.
"So where is our Pilot, Joseph?" Jake asked.
"RIGHT HERE!" came a heavy Russian accent.
Jake turned to see another couple of close friends of his. Joseph and Megan.
Joseph was a Russian loyalist practically. He was 6'4, 18 years of age, and always wore on his right shoulder the Flag of Russia during the early 21st century. He had thick brown eyebrows and Green eyes. He practically looked like the classic Russian, without the mustache or beard. He wore a Red shirt with the flag of Russia emblazoned on it, while he simply wore Boot legged Jeans with military grade boots.
"What's in the bag, Joseph?" asked Jake looking at the enormous bag that the Russian was carrying.
The Russian loyalist shrugged, "Five gallons of vodka, why do you ask?"
Both Ben and Jake's mouth dropped open in shock. "Five gallons?" asked a perplexed Ben, "How do you even carry around that much?"
The Russian shrugged. Joseph was a man of wonders. For every thing he accomplished, it never seemed like he was strong enough to do it. In the end however, he had managed to pull it off.
"Joseph, why- never mind." Said Megan behind Joseph.
Megan was the essence of two words: hot nerd. She was incredibly smart, with a GPA of 4.1 and yet she was only sixteen. And being 5'9, she was the smallest of everyone. She literally had the body of a super model, and yet Jake was the only one here that knew that she had a secret crush on Marcus.
She wore a gray t-shirt with a black cap on, and since her eye sight was bad, she had to wear glasses that seemed to go just right with a hot girl. She also wore a green skirt that only extended to her knees.
"Well that means every one is here, at least near by."
"I'm back!" shouted Sasha as she came back with Marcus practically being dragged by her sheer strength. "Hey wait, slow down." He complained.
Marcus Was 6'0 on the mark. He wore a blue t-shirt, with black engineering pants.
"Well, that is everyone. Are we ready?"
"Hell yeah, but first check out what Marcus found." Said Sasha as she pointed to a Big purple and blue floating slug.
"It's a Covenant Engineer!"
Pure cold silence was the only thing to describe the sensation that followed. Then Jake said, "Fine that thing can come along."
"Wahoo!" shouted Marcus.
"Can we just get on with the show already, mates'?" asked Ben.
"Yeah, lets go."
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I may have to redo this chapter in the future with more details. Ill be trying to keep up with both of my stories, but for now until valentines day, ill be mostly focusing on this specific story.
Chapter 2 will be coming soon. So stay tuned.